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siameanee · 2 years ago

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take your time 🎸 hobie brown x fem!reader

DONT OPEN UR WINDOW FOR HOBIE BROWN AT 3 AM 😱😱‼️‼️💯💯 (REAL) (NOT FAKE)

i don't post. or write fanfictions. this is the first and last fanfic ill write - there just isn't enough hobie brown fics out there. hopped on and said fine ill do it myself 😞 !

also i didnt proofread this 😭

wc: idk might be long tho

tags or desc or whatevr: hobie brown x fem!reader smut, hobie smut, hobie x fem!reader, fingering (r receiving), riding, kinda slow burn (i think), friends to luvas

shmut unda the cut ‼️

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you sat idly in your bed, scrolling through tiktok and giggling every once in a while. you twisted and turned until your gazed lifted from the endless videos and you saw the time: 3 a.m., causing you to plug up your lit up rectangle and turn away from it, hand under the pillow and the other reaching to pull up the covers in an effort to warm your shivering body.

however, your best friend, hobie, had other plans. minutes later, your phone lit up and you flipped back over angrily, trying to get used to the flash of light in your darkened room.

hobs 🎸

open ur window? got hurt need sum help :)

3:45 a.m.

you furrowed your brows as you leaned up to be able to type.

hobs 🎸

open ur window in a min? got hurt need sum help

3:45 a.m.

it's 3:45 hobie ... 😭

3:46 a.m.

you waited for his response, letting out a frustrated huff when he didn't respond for a full 4 minutes. as you rested your head on the pillow once again, you heard another ping from your phone as it lit back up one more time.

hobs 🎸

open ur window in a min? got hurt need sum help

3:45 a.m.

it's 3:45 hobie ... 😭

3:46 a.m.

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says right here 3:46 ?

3:49 a.m.

you were about to comment on his witty remark until you heard repeated knocks on your left window. as you got up, you discovered a tall handsome male clad in a spidersuit and some plaid trousers leaning down and grinning back at you, pointing to the windowsill. opening the window, he crawls in, lifts up his mask, and lands on your desk chair, groaning.

"what ha-" you started, but you saw his face riddled with wounds and the gashes zigzagging his chest. you closed your mouth and pointed your finger to him. "stay right there, hobie. don't snoop around. i'll be right back with the first-aid kit." you ran out of the room, hearing him shout back at you.

"won't!" hobie shouts from your room, and you can hear the smile in his words.

you return with the first aid kit, and true to his word -- surprisingly, or so you think -- hobie is in the same spot. you settle in between his long, manspreaded legs, tending to his facial wounds. you try not to notice his burning gaze on you as he tilts his head up for you to tend to his wounds. you can see his adams' apple in your peripheral version and you're trying oh so hard to mind your business. to do what he asked you to. to focus. he's your best friend, and all he asked of you was to tend to his wounds.

but when your fingers start to fumble on his face and you drop a bandaid, you're forced to bend down. you're forced to bend down in between his manspreaded legs, and when your cheek accidentally grazes the tent in his trousers on the way down, you realize how difficult this is going to be and you swear you can hear something -- a sound -- emerge in his throat before he clears his throat.

you decide to ignore it however, resurfacing and continuing on his face, trying to ignore the new grin he's wearing and the telltale half-lidded eyes on display for you.

"hobie, stop." you gnaw on your lip, trying not to look at his eyes.

"stop what?" hobie speaks, causing his grin to widen.

"whatever the hell you're doing." your eyes flicker to his lips as his tongue darts out to lick his lips, and you pray he didn't notice.

he shrugs and lifts up his hands in faux surrender. "haven't done a thing luv." he smiles.

however, when hobie goes to put his hands back down, they don't land back on his thighs. instead, they land on your hips. your breathing quickens and hobie seems to take notice of this because you notice his grin widens.

after getting sidetracked and going to his chest wounds so that you wouldn't have to look at that annoyingly pretty ass face of his, you finish tending to his chest wounds and return to his facial wounds to finish sewing them back up too. but when you travel up, hobie's hands do too. his index fingers -- that were hooked under your shirt-- slide up, and he reveals your pink panties, and you catch him looking down to see the gold he's dug up.

"hobie, hands to yourself." you shakily breathe out, trying to focus on his face. you said all this, but you also made no effort to remove his hands off of you, and he seems to have realized.

"yeah? should i really now? you can remove 'em at any time, luv. but you're not. why is that?" he tilts his head to the side to give you better access to a particular wound. you refuse to answer his question, so his deep voice dripping in a cockney accent emerges from his throat once more to ask the question again. "hm?" he asks, his right hand traveling to your back to arch your back and push you into him, so you can feel his boner in between your legs, and this elicits a short, cut off whimper out of you that he obviously takes pride in, as his smile is now handsomely toothy.

"fu-- hobie, please," your hands falter as you continue flimsily working on his face.

"please wha'?" hobie says. "gotta tell me what you want. use your words, huh?" and with that, he hooks his long fingers under your pretty pink panties, tracing the rim.

his eyes never left yours as he did all of this, and it was apparent to you that he had no shame.

but you didn't either, because when his fingers were removed from the band of your panties, you whined for him. for the loss of his touch where you needed it most.

"do you need something?" hobie questions, innocently raising his eyebrow, hands traveling to graze your stomach.

you shake your head, biting your lip, scared to open your mouth just incase anything unwanted slipped out.

"good." he says, grinning from ear to ear as his hand dips to your pooling cunt, nearly dripping on the floor as he pulls your panties to the side, leaving you hissing and your hands fumbling on his face.

"oh no, can't have that doc. pay attention baby. i like how my face looks," he says cockily, rubbing tight circles around your clit.

"mh', hobie, please..." you say, starting to lose feeling in the cold tips of your fingers.

"told ya to use your words luv." he says, dipping one nimble finger into your dripping hole, eliciting a moan out of you and he seems to swallow it as it leaves your throat.

it wasn't long before he slipped another finger into you, fucking you on his fingers slowly, refusing to curl his fingers up to hit that spot of yours that you needed so badly. you set your tools aside and he stopped moving completely, tutting at you before you picked the tools back up, and he resumed his slow, torturous pace in your cunt.

"jus' like that baby," he coos after you finish closing up another wound, struggling to keep your composure as his pace starts to go at a cut-throat speed, his digits expertly doing a 'come here' motion against your gummy walls, making you drop your tools once more. he returns to your clit and picks up his pace -- as if it wasn't fast enough already --, making you moan and squirm on his deft fingers. "hobie--" you start, getting cut off by a moan as your grip on his shoulders tighten. "fuck-- please, please, please, please.." you chant. you noticed his gaze wasn't on yours anymore, it was on the way your slick pooled in his palm so mesmerizingly.

"fuck... that's it baby." he said as you broke apart on his fingers after one more thrust up into your dripping cunt, causing you to cum all over his fingers, all for him, on him, leaving you moaning and shaking on his fingers.

his gaze returned to yours, your face furrowed and your lips glistening from spit, hobie looked you in the eye, making sure you saw him lick all of your taste off of his long fingers, leaving his mouth with an overly lewd 'pop' sound. he then reached for you and pulled you closer to make out with you, exchanging spit. you could taste yourself on his tongue, causing you to moan into his mouth.

you thought you were done, and you were in bliss, making out with hobie brown, forgetting all about his boner. he was going to make sure you took care of it just like he took care of you, which is why he unzipped his trousers and let you feel his cock spring up rubbing against your stomach.

you looked down in shock. there was no way that was going to fit in you. he was crazy. "hobie, that's not gonna fit," you say, gaze fixated on his angry red tip.

"yes it is luv. jus' sit on it, yeah?" hobie says, motioning to it.

you lift your hips, folds grazing the head of his dick. you start to sink down on it, and you let out a loud moan when the tip entered you. you refused to move anymore, looking at him with furrowed brows before he tore his gaze from where you two conjoined and looked at your facial expression.

"fine... gotta do everythin' me fuckin' self don't i?" hobie mumbles, before grabbing onto your hips and slamming you down onto the base of his cock, causing a loud moan and mixed in whimpers to rip out of you.

"shit... hobs..." you say, resting your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and indulging in the full feeling.

this only lasted for a couple of seconds due to how impatient your best friend was. soon, you heard a laugh followed by an "i know. fuckin' mesmerizin' innit?" hobie says, lifting your hips on his cock, before pushing you back down, eliciting a whimper out of your chest, causing you to reemerge and start bouncing yourself on his cock.

"fuck yes..." hobie says, groaning. "jus' like that baby. c'mon."

this made you bounce faster and start moving your hips around. hobie started to meet you in the middle with thrusts, the air becoming hot and steamy and filled with the mixture of your moans.

"oh my.. ha--...hobie..." your nails dug into his back as he thrust up into you. he didn't respond, but he started to trace circles around that pretty little nub of yours. "gonna cum for me baby? cum for me yeah? come on, all over my dick. cum for me please, i want it so badly. need you to cum all over my dick for me, please luv," hobie shamelessly whined in your ear.

and fuck, did he get what he asked for. his words sent you over the edge, making you cum all over that long-ass dick of his, forming a pretty white ring around the base of his cock as your cum dripped and followed the winding paths of his bulging veins. he noticed your eyes were off of his and on the enchanting scene in between you both, and with that he took your jaw in his hand and forced you to look him in the eyes. "keep ye fuckin' eyes on me, yeah?" he said in between heavenly groans that made you wonder if you could get wetter than you already were.

as he fucked you through your orgasm, stars formed in your vision and tears clouded your eyes as hobie groaned into your ear. with one more jerk up into your dripping cunt, hobie -- your 'best friend', need i remind you -- spilled his seed into you, slipping out of you, carrying you to your bed and fucking all of his escaping cum right back into your cunt with two digits, sticking the same two down your throat.

"suck." he ordered, and you followed.

he pulled your panties right back over your slick folds and laid beside you like he didn't just take your soul from you, fuck it, and return it to your body.

"i think i like you," is all that british motherfucker says, facing you with an annoying -- but incredibly attractive at that -- shit-eating grin.

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authors note:

i did this in under 3 hours dont criticize anything please ill cry

hobie brainrot is going crazy rn!!!! give him more love so i dont have to anymore!!!

hobartholomew needs to be put in jail 😞😞

#hobie brown #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie smut #hobie brown smut #hobie brown x reader smut #hobie brown x fem!reader smut #across the spiderverse #im just messing around #lol #Spotify

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airaibunny · 2 years ago

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GENERAL SMUT PROMPTS

1. “i need you, right here/now”

2. “louder/quieter”

3. “i dont care who’s outside”

4. “do you want them to hear?”

5. “what if i dont?”

6. “make me”

7. “you don’t get to tell me what to do”

8. “that’s strike 1/2/3”

9. “if you stop, i’ll stop”

10. “no more, please, i can’t”

11. “where are your manners?”

12. “what did you say?”

13. “try again”

14. “but the cameras” - “they can’t see us from this angle, if you can stay still”

15. “you don’t get to touch”

16. “i’m begging you, touch me, please”

17. “beg for it”

18. ��i said no”

19. “stop pushing, it wont end well”

20. “you look so fucking hot right now”

21. “you don’t need anything, you want it”

22. “say it”

23. “use your words”

24. “i can’t understand you”

25. “i can’t read your mind”

26. “could he/she do it better?”

27. “do you wish it was *name* touching you right now?”

28. “play with me”

29. “you’re such a needy girl”

30. “i don’t think your stage outfits cover that”

31. “let me focus”

32. “sluts don’t get to make requests”

33. “what happened? you wanted this so bad five minutes ago”

34. “stop talking”

35. “did i give you permission to talk?”

36. “you don’t understand how angry i am right now”

37. “you’re fucking soaked”

38. “you make me so wet”

39. “why are you already squirming”

40. “can i ask you for something?”

41. “please don’t stop”

42. “please don’t think i’m weird for this”

43. “i’ve been waiting all day”

44. “does that turn you on?”

45. “i need your fingers”

46. “i want you to fuck me”

47. “do it like you mean it”

48. “scream my name while you cum”

49. “call me mommy”

50. “touch yourself, i want to watch”

51. “come here, now.”

52. “on your knees”

53. “turn around”

54. “bend over”

55. “spread your legs/spread your legs further”

56. “you can barely speak, so cute”

57. “you’re so flushed, pretty girl”

58. “sit on my thigh/face/etc”

59. “lift up your leg”

60. “i’m bored, let’s play”

61. “i can see you staring at my tits/thigh/ass”

62. “if you make me/if i have to stop this car, im going to make sure you can’t walk out of it without my help”

63. “harder”

64. “let me do it”

65. “i didnt mean to, im sorry”

66. “dont cum until i tell you to”

67. “what if i just leave you here, wet and needy”

68. “what’s the safe word? you’re going to need it”

69. “what about you?”

70. “it’s my turn now”

71. “i didn’t mean to call you that, i’m sorry”

72. “you look so pretty on your knees”

73. “what are you going to do? punish me?”

74. “i think i deserve a reward”

75. “your *body part* are/is so pretty”

76. “i really don’t care that we’re in public”

77. “keep it up, you won’t like the situation you end up in”

78. “who do you think you are?”

79. “spank me”

80. “choke me”

81. “bite me”

82. “no, don’t go”

83. “you can practice on me”

84. “this is a one time thing”

85. “i thought you said it was a one time thing?”

86. “we can’t do this”

87. “i ordered us something”

88. “that looks too big”

89. “are you comfortable?”

90. “grab the handcuffs and come back here”

91. “you bought a vibrator?”

92. “how do i look?”

93. “you taste so sweet”

94. “i’m/it’s all over your chin”

95. “do you want to try?”

96. “you’re so cute”

97. “do you think about me when you touch yourself?”

98. “why are you being so shy? it’s not like i haven’t already seen all of you”

99. “can we use a toy?”

100. “can i use a toy on you?”

101. “good girl, keep going/just like that”

102. “you’re doing such a good job”

103. “i’m so proud of you”

104. “nobody can know about this, okay?”

105. “how are you so close already?”

106. “i can see how wet you are through your shorts”

107. “can you be quick?”

108. “please, i’ll finish fast”

109. “use your mouth”

110. “why do you get so shy when i use that word?”

111. “i love your tits/ass/etc”

112. “where do you want me to touch you?” - “down there…” - “say the word”

113. “stop teasing me”

114. “i like it when you’re mad”

115. “punish me”

116. “are you going to stop me?”

117. “on the counter/table/etc?”

118. “you’re the only one that gets to touch”

119. “have you seen the things the the fans write about you and *other member*?”

120. “i don’t care what the fans think”

121. “i really need to finish this”

122. “this is exactly how i imagined it”

123. “is that my shirt/underwear/etc?”

124. “everyone else is gone”

125. “fuck, i wish this room was soundproof”

126. “shut up”

127. “relax, angel”

128. “keep doing that, please”

129. “you feel so good”

130. “your skin is so soft”

131. “kiss/touch me, everywhere”

132. “no, you started this, now you’re going to finish it”

133. “pull my hair”

134. “open your mouth”

135. “clean my fingers, this is your mess”

136. “you’re such a messy girl”

137. “why are you so hot”

138. “fuck, i love you so much”

139. “take off your underwear” - “but, there’s other people here” - “they won’t see you, there’s an entire table here”

140. “you’re so gorgeous”

141. “open your eyes”

142. “look at me while you cum”

143. “do you want me to use my fingers/mouth?”

144. “i want you to keep going, forever”

145. “do you want to join me”

146. “you’re not allowed to touch”

147. “bad girls/sluts don’t get to cum”

148. “can you tell me what you did wrong?”

149. “explain what you did, if you don’t finish before you cum, you don’t get to finish again for the rest of the night”

150. “you’re all mine” - “hm…” - “say it” - “i’m all yours”

151. “you’re such a fucking slut/whore/cunt”

152. “how bad do you want it?”

153. “make me cry”

154. “ruin me”

155. “i want to do so many things to you”

156. “you look amazing, really, but i think i prefer the dress on the floor”

157. “i need you”

158. “if you ever pull a stunt like that again, i won’t wait until we get to our bedroom”

159. “say that again, i dare you”

160. “it’s too late for this” - “you don’t have to do anything, just stay laying down”

161. “what does this make us?”

162. “i love making you so flustered, it’s so cute”

163. “do you like it when i touch right here?”

164. “can you stay quiet if i take this call?”

165. “we could get kicked out for this”

166. “don’t make me say it, you know what i want”

167. “let me eat you out while you do that”

168. “can you teach me?”

169. “can i call you mommy?”

170. “what would the others think of this? their innocent little maknae being such a whore”

171. “shower with me”

172. “put your leg over my shoulder”

173. “there’s no one else here, be louder”

174. “look what you did”

175. “i want to taste you”

176. “i’m going to fuck you against the windows, i want everyone to see how good you are”

177. “stop being gentle”

178. “i don’t care what you do, just touch me”

179. “i want to fuck you so bad”

180. “i want to feel you, inside”

181. “i promise i’ll be good, just please…”

182. “you can’t leave marks”

183. “you’re not going to fall, i’ve got you”

184. “we are not doing this standing, there’s a bed right there”

185. “do you like it when i spank you right there?”

186. “stop moving on your own, you’ll take what i give you”

187. “use my thigh”

188. “if you hate me so much, why are you letting me do this?”

189. “you’re really telling me to stop while both of your hands are in my shirt?”

190. “i still hate you”

191. “this is just sex, no strings”

192. “fuck you” - “well, that’s what we’re doing isn’t it?”

193. “you looked so hot out there”

194. “you can take it like a good girl, right?”

195. “swallow”

196. “i’ll untie you if you’re good”

197. “you heard me”

198. “that was a nice way to wake up”

199. “i want to make a mess of you”

200. “breathe, please”

201. “take it like a good girl”

202. “why don’t you make it up to me?”

203. “you think your begging is going to change my mind?”

204. “i don’t care that you’re sorry”

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sunnylyly · 1 month ago

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Bewitched ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Pairing: Scaramouche x Reader (fem)

Genre: social media au, modern au, kinda past friends to lovers

Summary: In the dazzling world of content creation, [name] and Scaramouche are two stars on parallel yet conflicting paths. She is Teyvat's beloved vlogger, known for her sincerity and warmth, while he reigns as the most influential streamer, a sharp-witted force impossible to ignore. Once childhood friends, now bitter rivals, their past remains a mystery—buried beneath a year of unspoken words and unresolved emotions!

"Bewitched" is a journey through love, betrayal, and self-destruction. It’s about falling for someone who was never supposed to matter again—and the painful, beautiful process of rediscovering what was lost.

Because even the strongest hearts can be bewitched.

Side ship: Slight mention of Navia x Chlorinde, Venti x Xiao, Lumine x Yoimiya (I think that's all but if it needs changes I'll update it)

Warnings: Angst (obviously) Mention of drinking alcohol, Swearing (Idk I'll update before every chapter)

Status: Ongoing

Author's note:

• Hi !! I didn't make an introduction but if y'all need one you can ask ! Just know for now that my name is Célénya!

• Also I'm French so I'm sorry if there's some grammatical errors and all...

• I already planned all of the chapter so it's normal if there's already all the name of them and 100 chapter..

• Also let me know if you want a playlist for each Song <3

• I don't really know what to say but there will be a sequel inspired by Epic the musical btw !

• Written chapter will be marked with a ✿⁠ (will add them there if the chapter added is written)

• And I hope it's to your liking, don't hesitate to give feedback!!

Profiles:

Delusional people ([name]'s friends)

Mentally unstable gang (scara's friends)

Dreamer*⁠.⁠✧

1- Let me be a dreamer 2- I can see the whole world from my own little cloud ✿⁠ 3- you can't pin me down 4- Boys just make me cry 5- I'm giving up 6- I'm moving up into a cloud 7- No boys gonna be so smart as to try and pierce my porcelain heart 8- Some might call me mad 9- I fell right down the rabbit hole 10- And no boy's gonna kill the dreamer in me

Second best*⁠.⁠✧

11- I'll never forget how stupid in love I felt 12- I'll always regret how I couldn't tell 13- Left me behind 14- Kissed with somebody else in my mind 15- I loved you so much I settled for less 16- You were my everything 17- You swung me around in that midsummer dress 18- Held me in close as you thought of your past 19- But I'm still in love with this mess 20- I'm just your second best.

Haunted*⁠.⁠✧

21- One more kiss, wine stained lips 22- I don't want to go to sleep yet 23- Pale moonlight, misty eyes 24- I'll allow him to have him tonight 25- I hold on to every ounce of of sin 26- I know he don't love me quite like I love him 27- I swear at myself when he leaves at dawn 28- this will end, 'til he haunts me again 29- Rose perfume, low-lit room 30- And I hold on to every ounce of skin

Must be love*⁠.⁠✧

31- Time's moving so much later lately 32- It's like the world's playing a joke 33- Laughing at me for falling foolishly again 34- But something's different with you 35- Traffic on sunset doesn't phase me 36- that is until I touch you and I can't pretend 37- I lose myself again, I do 38- I'm all in, I'm fallin' 39- Can't get back up, can't think right, too tongue-tied 40- It must be love

While you were sleeping*⁠.⁠✧

41- I still can't believe that you noticed me an ocean away 42- The heavens would say it was meant to be 43- I'll never forget the first time I saw you then 44- Primrose at three, you had all of me 45- Without saying a word 46- I don't recognize myself 47- I'm dancing down street, smiling to strangers 48- Idiotic things 49- I trace it all back, three-thirty AM 50- That night something turned in me

Lovesick*⁠.⁠✧

51- Floorboards creaking in my home, deathly silence when alone 52- Oh, I wish that you were here now 53- So unlike me, somehow I fell in love in just 3 nights 54- Those November days still haunting me 55- When the gold ray fell on your skin and my hair got caught in the winds 56- The choir sang a melancholic hymn 57- In the morning you would be gone 58- I'd be mourning, tryin' to hold on to the memory of your lips 59- God I'm so lovesick, what have you done to me ? 60- Let me in your atmosphere

California and me*⁠.⁠✧

61- Should've figured out that you'd go back to New York 62- Don't consider me when you run back to her 63- You don't have to hide it, I know why you went 64- Said you needed space, I know better than that 65- Could've fought for you but I just let you leave 66- Hurt too much to consider that you didn't love me 67- The mountains of LA will weep through the night 68- Driving through sunset is a terrible sight 69- Left me and the ocean for your old fame 70- Holding back my tears, I couldn't make you stay

Promise*⁠.⁠✧

71- I made a promise to distance myself 72- took a flight, through aurora skies 73- Honestly I didn't think about how we didn't say goodbye 74- just see you very soon 75- It hurts to be something, it's worse to be nothing with you 76- So I didn't call you for sixteen long days 77- And I should get a cigarette for so much restraint 78- No matter how long I resist temptation, I will always lose 79- I broke my promise, I called you last night 80- It hurts to be something, it's worse to be nothing with you

Goddess*⁠.⁠✧

81- It always goes like this, could've predicted it 82- I'm so naive to think you loved me for me 83- Guess you're still growing up at thirty 84- I'm a goddess when I'm on stage 85- Human when we're alone 86- you took a star to bed, woke up to me 87- I am not your Aphrodite 88- You took me for a fool 89- You watched me rise then killed my light 90- I'm not your fucking goddess

Serendipity*⁠.⁠✧

91- I won't pretend I've been desolate 92- I won't pretend I've been blue 93- It happened so quickly, one second it hit me 94- I've fallen quite hard for you 95- Four-leaf clovers and lucky dimes 96- Coincidences and cosmic signs 97- Have proved that I'm quite naive 98- I'm falling fast, failing gravity 99- I swear that, this time, it's serendipity 100- Hope that you're still mine

The taglist is OPEN:

@skyoverkill1 @sesamemin @zuhahearts @scaraenthusiast1 @cutiecupiid @lloversss @bunnychiffon

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gremlinvanfleet · 2 years ago

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just a little harder... - h.s.

masterlist

summary: harry had a rough day and needed to be a little more rough with you as well.

word count: 1,353

you knew he had been in meetings all day. he was out of the house early this morning and wouldn’t be back until late. you had been at work yourself, but the thought of him being in his boring public relations discussions had been in the back of your head for all 8 hours of the shift.

you checked your watch. an hour and a half before your day is over and only an hour before harry gets home. you heard your phone buzz on the desk.

9:46 pm

harry: baby… i’m home. eta?

you: 90 minutes

harry: specific. counting the seconds?

you: been thinking about you today. its hard not to

harry: cute. hurry home please.

you: trying my best love

harry: that’s my girl <3

the texts from him made the last little bit of the day go by a bit faster and you found yourself on the highway faster than you’d initially thought. not much longer before you get to see your boy.

you put your key into the sticky lock and gave it a wiggle and a pull before the door finally swung open. you surveyed the living room but harry was nowhere to be found.

“harry? i’m home!” you called out while bending down to untie your shoes. you heard shuffling upstairs then thudding footsteps on the oak stairs.

“there she is.” his voice was a bit huskier than usual. he gently ran his hand up the underside of your thigh and rested it on your ass. “missed you.”

you turned around to face him and met his darkened and sleepy looking eyes.

“how were the meetings?” you asked, running your hands up his chest.

“you know the answer to that. too many people, all of them saying the same shit with different verbs.” he rolled his eyes.

“hm. if it makes you feel any better, i lost the key to the copier room today. took everyone like 45 minutes find it.” you giggled. he smiled. “but i was the one to really narrow it down.” “well i should hope so, you were the one who misplaced it, after all.” you gently smacked him. he chuckled and squeezed your cheeks together. you stuck your tongue out at him and slid out of his grasp to head upstairs.

he wordlessly followed you and watched as you undressed and put on shorts and a tank top.

“fuck baby, you wear that well…” he gawked at you. you felt the redness that was starting on your face move to the rest of your body.

he made his way over to you swiftly and planted his lips onto yours. you reciprocated and wove your hands in his hair. it was soft, meaning he hadn’t put any product in it today. casual, just the way you like him. he grunted softly into the kiss. his lips were so soft and he had the taste of a smoothie on his lips. he must’ve stopped for one before he got home. you pushed your body up against his toned abdomen and deepened the kiss. he grunted into your mouth.

“mm, i missed your taste today.” he mumbled as he pulled away from you. he gently smacked your hip twice, prompting you to move into the bed. you obliged and quickly took your tank top off. with how thin it was, it wouldn’t have even made much of a difference in what he’d be seeing.

“already so ready for me, huh? that’s my good girl.” he looked down at you. the angle made his eyes look a greedy shade of green.

“always.” you whispered. he quickly pulled himself on the bed and between your legs and began the ravishing of your lips. he ran his hand that wasn’t holding him up to your chest and groped harshly. you gasped and he smirked against you, pushing his tongue further in your mouth.

he ground his hips onto yours and you could feel how hard he was already pushed against your heat. you matched this rhythm. the friction was so good you needed to pull away from him to catch your breath.

“please, harry. i need you so bad.” you stared into his eyes. he chuckled and his hands quickly found your shorts and pulled them off. he paused for a moment to look at you.

“i don’t think i’ll ever get sick of seeing you like this for me.” he kissed up your legs to your chest. “only for me…” he mumbled against your goosebump covered skin. every touch of his lips would send searing hot electricity to your cunt.

you couldn’t take the teasing anymore so you trailed your hand down to your pussy to relive something. you got maybe one rub in before harry noticed and grabbed your wrist.

“not yet, darling. i’ll take care of you soon.” he smiled sweetly at you even though the most filthy thoughts were happening beneath him.

he began kissing down your body again, and spend time kissing the inside of your thighs. the drawn out teasing was absolutely agonizing. you whined and pushed your hips up. he smirked and pushed you down with his hand on your pelvis. he finally made his way to your clit. his lips attached and bombarded it with his tongue. you cried out and pushed yourself harder onto his face. he groaned into you. the vibrations went up your entire body. his fingers slid into your sopping hole and he curled them in the most delicious way. you felt your orgasm blossoming in your core.

“f-fuck! please, harry…” you moaned pathetically. he laughed.

“please what, baby?” he pulled away from your clit but his fingers were still hitting that spot with every thrust.

“please, can i cum?” you whined. “please.”

“aw, yes you can. cum for me. all over my hand.” his mouth was back on your clit and that drew you over that cliff into pure bliss. you clenched hard against him and cried his name.

“that’s it, that’s it baby. just like that.” he coaxed you through your high. he watched you twitch and smirked. so proud of what he just made you feel. you crossed your legs and closed your eyes.

“not yet, doll.” he tapped your knee, wanting you to open your legs. you did and he had already pulled himself out of his pants. he wasted no time in sliding his tip up and down your slit to collect your orgasm and pushed himself into you. “fuck me.” he groaned. you whined as he pulled out a bit more only to push back in with more fervour. your legs shook with every thrust from his strong hips.

“just a little more, baby. just a little harder…” he panted. you couldn’t do anything but nod as he set an unforgiving pace on your little cunt.

you could feel the soreness creeping with every grunt from him but you didn’t care. all you knew is that his cock was in you and if felt too fucking good for anything else to matter in that moment. you felt yourself coming close to the edge again. he could tell but he didn’t let up for a second. you weakly clenched around him once again. he pushed himself deep and let go completely. you felt his cum paint the inside of your pussy as he moaned and whined into your ear. the sounds were downright sinful but so beautiful coming from him. beautiful men make beautiful sounds. he pulled out of you and the sensitivity made you cry out. he chuckled and pulled you into his heaving chest. both of your breaths settled and you nuzzled into him.

“you okay, darling?” he whispered. “i’m sorry if that was too much. i missed you so much today and needed you…”

“i’m okay. it felt so good.” you managed out, half asleep. you knew it would make his ego grow more but he needed to know.

“hm. my good girl.” he kissed the top of your head and pulled the blanket up over the two of you.

a good sleep was on its way.

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apomaro-mellow · 2 years ago

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Wrong Number 4

Steve was eternally grateful that he'd finally told Robin about Eddie. Because now, he could torture her with his outfit choices. Robin groaned and covered her eyes as Steve held out more shirts.

"What do you think? Stripes or no stripes?"

"Steeeeeeve", Robin whined.

"You're the one that told me stripes really shows off my chest."

"Is Eddie a tits guy? Or an ass man?"

Steve put the shirts back in the closet. "I don't know. I don't know Robin and the fact that this is a video call date makes it worse."

"Actually....actually it makes it better." Robin uncovered her face and grabbed Steve's shoulders. "You'll be on the phone the whole time!"

"Yes...We've established this", Steve said, not sure where she was going with this.

"I mean, if you're doing a video call, YOU control what Eddie sees."

Steve stared at her face for a long while as she simply emoted using her eyebrows. "Robin, no."

"Robin, yes. Come on. We're going shopping. You're waaay overdue for this. And I need a couple of things myself."

"Things going that well with Chrissy?", Steve asked right before Robin threw his shoes at him.

"What do you think I'm doing while you're on your date?", Robin grinned.

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Eddie's excitement just got more and more intense with each day. By Wednesday he was vibrating any time his hands weren't occupied with something. He only hoped it didn't translate to his texts. Cool as a cucumber, that was his motto when it came to Steve. He couldn't come on too strong.

(9:45 am) Thinking about those beefy thighs (9:46 am) god i wanna wrap them around my head

Perfect. Smooth. And not too much.

At least he didn't think so at the time. About an hour later Eddie remembered that Steve was at work and possibly reading that text in a room full of prepubescents. And he knew he was going to reap what he sowed when Steve texted him later.

[12:01 pm] You are the ultimate distraction.

(12:02 pm) sry. i forgot you were at work

[12:03 pm] I don't think you are sorry. In fact, I think you need to be punished.

Eddie needed to get a job in coding because there was no emoji that properly conveyed the intensity of the 'boi-yoi-yoi-yoing' going on in his pants. How grateful he was that he didn't need to talk. Texting would cover any stuttering he was sure to do.

(12:04 pm) punishment? 😏 (12:04 pm) what kind of punishment?

[12:05 pm] See me after class, Mr. Munson.

God, four o'clock couldn't come fast enough. Eddie knew that'd be around the time Steve got home from work. He spent about an hour rolling around in bed before getting up, needing to distract himself. He wasn't due for work today, but he went in anyway to loiter.

"I can tell you're horny and I can tell you're just idling until you get your dick wet. Get lost, some of us have actual work to do", Jeff said.

Eddie let out a dramatic gasp. "Jeffery! Jeffords! Jeffaniel! Jeffanie!"

"Are you just going to sit there, making up full names for me or are you gonna get off your ass?"

"I'll replace all the boards and sweep out the alleys for the next two hours", Eddie said, holding his hands together like he was praying to his friend.

Jeff rubbed his chin as he considered it. "Only if you take this next party I have coming in."

Eddie looked at the group arriving. There had to be at least a dozen. And he just knew they only reserved one lane. They always only reserved one lane.

"You drive a hard bargain Jimothy."

"Not even close", Jeff crossed his arms. "And it's this or whatever ants in your pants you'll do if you're unoccupied."

Curse his friends for knowing him so well. Eddie held up his end of the deal, taking care of the party. Turned out it was a birthday party (happy 14th Ashton). But two hours later, the time had passed and Eddie went back home. He still had an hour to spare (he didn't want to leave Steve waiting), so he spent the rest of the time coming up with some ideas for their date in a few days.

[4:04 pm] Are you home?

(4:05 pm) At home and awaiting orders gorgeous (4:05 pm) Have I been a bad boy Mr. Harrington?

Eddie's phone rang and he picked it up as he crashed onto his bed. He knew Steve could hear it when he laughed on the other end.

"You need to keep a tighter lid on those urges. It was a lucky break that all the kids were focused on their dishes that they didn't see the face I made."

"Truly, my bad Stevie. But I can't help what you do to me."

Steve chuckled. "Not even a little?"

"Not one bit. Okay, maybe a little bit. The truth is, I could've said a lot more, but I was holding back."

"Really now? And what would you have said if you weren't holding back?"

Eddie could hear something that sounded like movement in a bed. Steve was getting comfortable too. He thought about the picture he had saved, of Steve's lower body in those shorts. He had been laying in bed then too. Eddie let his mind wander for a bit. What he'd do if Steve were really in bed beside him...

"Baby if you were here right now, I'd have my hands all over you. You'd think I was an octopus."

"Tell me where you'd touch me first", Steve said.

"Well I'm still thinkin' of those legs of yours. You like massages, Stevie? I could rub you down all day."

Steve imagined Eddie digging his fingers into his muscles. That would really hit the spot, especially after a workout. "Mmm, and then?"

"And then I'd wrap them around my head, like I said. I saw what you were packin' in those shorts, baby. I would love to get my mouth on you."

Eddie heard Steve let out a soft moan and he definitely heard a zipper and some shifting. God, the image of Steve stroking himself... Eddie unzipped his pants too, palming at himself while the other hand kept an ever tightening hold on the phone.

"Eddieee..."

"I wanna hear everything, baby. I'm working so hard sucking you off, I deserve to know how good I'm making you feel."

"So good, uh", Steve let out a small breath at the end.

"Yeah? I haven't even told you how I'd rock your world yet", Eddie grinned.

"I just know...You're so good with your mouth."

"You like the way I lick you up and down? How I kiss that beautiful tip?" Eddie knew he had a dick just as handsome as the rest of him, never mind that he had yet to see Steve's whole face yet. His hand pumped up and down as he envisioned the weight of Steve in his mouth. He thought about getting drunk on that taste.

Eddie groaned and his eyes fluttered close, his mouth moving faster than his brain. "Do you shave Steve?"

"....No...is that a problem?"

"Ohh it's the opposite of a problem babe. I bet you got a thick bush. I'd sink all the way down, bury my nose in it while you're fucking my throat."

Steve let out the most delicious sound as he came and Eddie wasn't too far behind. It was like he was there, hairs coarse and curly rough against his skin while Steve moaned right into his ear.

"Mmm", Steve hummed. "I know you look good now. My cum dripping off your lips."

"I'd swallow it all, sweetness. I wouldn't waste a single drop." He would take all that Steve gave him and then some. He was a greedy man.

"I know you wouldn't. I don't allow anything to go to waste in my classroom. Have you learned your lesson, Mr. Munson?"

"Maaaybeee. I might need another lesson, Mr. Harrington. Say, this Friday, at eight?", Eddie teased.

"I suppose you'll need more help studying. Don't be late, mister."

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For once, Steve didn't linger after work. He made sure the kids cleaned up every last dish before the last period even ended. He even let them go a minute and a half before the bell. When Steve left, he went the back way to avoid most of the other teachers and that pre-weekend conversation. He got home right away and started getting ready. Robin had her own date tonight which meant he had limited time to get her help and last minute input.

When she got home from work, the apartment was a flurry of activity between them.

"Steve, I need the blow dryer!"

"Wait! I'm almost done!"

They both crashed into each other's spaces as they tried using the one bathroom mirror.

"Why can't you use your stupid vanity mirror?", Robin asked.

"That mirror is just for my hair and it's too small."

Robin gave him a side eye. "Is that my eyeliner?"

"Is that my face cream?"

For some reason, Robin insisted on getting dressed in his room, which meant at some points their outfits got switched around and they had to re-dress. The pandemonium finally quieted when Robin left for her date and Steve was at last alone for his. It was at 8:00 sharp that Eddie sent a text.

(8:00 pm) Knock knock 😙

Steve smiled as he started a video call. His heart fluttered at the thought of finally seeing Eddie's full face. So imagine his surprise when he was instead met with a hand that had a face drawn on it. And what could only be Eddie doing a deeper, character voice.

"Hello my love. Are you ready for the romancing tonight? I hope I get lucky, ehehehehe."

To which Steve couldn't help but burst out in laughter. Any nerves he might've had flew away.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm a proper young man. I don't think I could court with someone who was so...handsy."

"I wouldn't lay a finger on you without your permission, lovely. But maybe a few smooches. Muahmuahmuah!" Eddie's hand attacked his phone's camera with kisses and Steve giggled like it was actually touching him.

As his laughing fit subsided, only then did Eddie reveal his face. He took Steve's breath away. He was literally speechless and just stood there staring, which made Eddie start to squirm a little.

"You tryina turn me to stone, Medusa?", Eddie joked.

"Sorry!", Steve apologized when he realized he had been staring. "You just...you look really nice Eddie."

"You don't look too bad yourself, handsome", Eddie smiled.

That was putting it lightly. For the both of them really. Steve felt like he was talking to the perfect man. Eddie felt like Steve had walked right out of his wet dreams.

"So, what did you order?", Steve asked as he sat down at his table. He made sure his phone was angled that it only showed him from the waist up. Robin had the bright idea that since he could control what Eddie saw, he could wear whatever he wanted under the line of sight.

He was currently wearing a blue and white striped polo shirt. And beneath that, some lacy, navy blue panties. Maybe Eddie would find out, maybe he wouldn't. Steve had his phone on the table, propped up against some books.

"I ordered the Munson special. A grilled cheese with potato soup."

"Oh, that's a Munson special, hm?"

"Damn straight. Tomato soup is still a classic, but I'd die for a potato. What'd you get?"

"I have some leftover pasta that I just added some mushrooms too. Nothing too fancy."

"Unless it's one of those truffles", Eddie pointed out.

Steve rolled his eyes as he twirled his fork. "Truffles? On a teacher's salary?"

"Hey, you could be secretly rich."

"Oh if I win the lottery, there will be signs."

"Like 5th graders using authentic truffles", Eddie nodded to himself.

They kept talking throughout their dinner and then took each other to their sinks to wash the dishes together. Eddie talked more about his friends. Some of which he worked with and the band he was in. Steve wasn't super into metal, but he liked it enough to be interested in whatever Eddie did.

When they had talked about their date night and discussed their options, they decided on dinner and a movie. Once the dishes were cleaned, Steve took Eddie over to the living room and he sat down between the coffee table and propped him against another set of books as they both queued up the movie on their ends.

"You know it's been a really long time since I've seen this movie", Steve said. "I think I was literally a kid."

"There was a time when this was literally my religion", Eddie said as Quest for Camelot started to play.

Steve knew Eddie was into Dungeons & Dragons, so him being in love with a fantasy movie made total sense.

"Did you have a crush on Garrett when you were a kid?", Steve asked, later during the movie.

"'Did'? I'd still let him use that staff on me six ways to Sunday!"

Steve laughed and he was coming to realize he laughed with Eddie much more than any of his dates in a long while.

"I'm gonna go grab a drink", Steve said as he got up. He nearly asked Eddie if he wanted something. It really was like he was right there with him. Steve grabbed a soda and then came back, sitting down in his spot again when he saw Eddie's expression.

He was silent, which was rare.

His eyes were bulging out of his head and his hand was over his mouth.

Steve was about to ask what was wrong when Eddie's eyes flicked down and then Steve got it. He had stood up. In full view of his phone. And then turned to go into the kitchen.

Eddie had gotten a first rate view of his panties.

Part 6

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wynnyfryd · 1 year ago

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Trailer park Steve AU part 46

part 1 | part 45 | ao3

cw: recreational drinking

Somewhere around the second chorus, Nancy finally stops twirling, head down and eyes closed as she wobbles dangerously in place — Steve can see Jon tensing just in case he needs to jump in and save her from busting her ass — and when she looks up, her eyes lock on Steve like she's seeing him for the first time in forty years.

“Steeeeeve!” she slurs, smile sloshing over her features like a splash of spilled punch.

Good god. “Hey, Nance.”

She reaches over and paws at his arm, a swiping motion like she's either about to yank him in for a hug or wipe some lint off his sleeve, and says, “Steve, I— I, um- can- can we...?”

With a determined look in her glossy eyes, she pitches forward and slams into him. Steve goes flopping backward into a squishy leather armchair and lands with a lapful of Nancy. Nancy Wheeler, the ex who dumped him at a party not unlike this one. Who left him for a guy standing a foot and a half away.

Who's snickering into the crook of his neck now as she clings to his shoulders to try and stop herself from slinking sideways to the floor.

Steve throws Eddie and Jonathan matching looks — something between 'this okay?' and 'what the actual fuck?' — but Jon just shrugs like what're ya gonna do? and Eddie gives him a quick wink and turns his attention back to the boys.

Super helpful, Ed. Thanks so fucking much.

“Hiii,” Nancy giggles, looping her arms tighter around his neck to hold herself upright. It should seem flirty, but it doesn’t, somehow. Feels more like… sisterly concern?

Feels fucking weird, is what.

“Hi,” he says a little stiffly, his arms hovering in a loose bracket on either side of her in case she topples. He feels a little bad for being standoffish when she's in a sweet and friendly mood; doesn't want to be a buzzkill, but he doesn't exactly know what to do with an armful of happy-go-lucky hammered Nance.

Never did, really, because he couldn’t ever tell when it was genuine or not. Which was kinda the whole problem, wasn’t it?

Nancy pokes at the edge of the frown he didn't realize he was making. "Aw, don't..." she mumbles with a wounded little sound, her eyes sliding over his face, head bobbling like she's standing on the deck of a ship. “Or do," she hiccups and swallows a burp. Her lower lip trembles. "I prob'ly deser— deserve it."

Steve sighs and runs a hand through his hair. He would've killed for this conversation twelve months ago; would've killed to hear it sober and asking for him back.

Now he mostly feels bad for making her feel bad, even though she’s not exactly wrong. Maybe she did deserve it, once. But not here; not now. “No, you don’t,” he sighs and lets his arm skim her waist. “You don’t. You should be enjoying the party, I’m sorry.”

She protests with an almost violent shake of her head. “No,” she insists, overenunciating the word. “No. I do. I was…"

She straightens her spine and stares at him like she's trying to bore a hole through his head; like this is important. Like there's a cut on her hand and gasoline in the carpet. "I was bullshit.” She jabs her pointer finger against her breastbone. “I was.”

Steve blinks at her. Feels tears bead in his eyes and slither into his sinuses. Gently, he reaches out and pushes down on the back of her hand; guides it away from her chest until it falls back to her lap.

“Think maybe we both were,” he offers with a quiet sniff. Takes a second to just breathe, sharp and wet through his nose. “Thank you, though. For saying that. Means a lot.”

Her eyes still look sad, but the corners of her mouth lift in a small, hopeful tick. “It does?”

“Yeah.”

Across the room, someone clambers onto a kitchen counter and hollers, "Hey! Listen up!"

The music pauses; the moment breaks. The crowd turns to the guy, who cups his hands around his mouth and announces, “Fifteen minutes to midnight! Find your make-out buddy, folks!"

Commotion as everyone scrambles to pair up: Nancy looks at Jonathan and stumbles off Steve’s lap; Gareth stares forlornly at a girl over by the stairs; Frank purses his lips and tells Jeff to start puckerin’, princess, and Jeff laughs and shoves him with a playful "fuck off, dude."

Eddie’s only got eyes for Steve.

He’s staring right at him, eyes lit up with desire; twinkling stars in deep woods. “Get a refill with me?” he asks as he offers Steve a hand.

Steve stands and does his best not to sway into Eddie’s arms.

“Oh, my god," Robin mutters over the rim of her cup, "so we’re not seeing you two again tonight."

“What was that?” Steve asks. Eddie sticks his tongue out at her.

“Nothing, dinguses,” she sighs. “Happy new year.”

Steve wishes her the same, reaching out to link their pinkies and giving hers a quick squeeze. Pinky hug; love you, too. As he and Eddie shuffle past, Steve sees Argyle turn to Robin and casually try to shoot his shot.

“Hey, pretty bird lady…” he starts.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Robin responds by making crazy eyes and bleating out a nervous laugh that roughly translates to sorry sorry sorry sorry and never in a million years; Steve's tempted to lean over and clap a hand over her mouth to put her out of her gay misery, but Argyle's the most chill dude on the planet, apparently, because he doesn't even seem fazed.

“No sweat, my guy,” he shrugs and extends a closed hand. “Midnight fist bump instead?”

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part 47

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shadesslut · 2 years ago

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Hi!! I have a suggestion for kinktober! Could you please write a fic about ethan and y/n being childhood bestfriends then taking eachothers virginities in college? Please make it very sweet and fluffy

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 DAY 7

Virginity

MINORS DNI

Pairing: (Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader)

Content Includes: (Fluff, smut)

Main Masterlist

𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

🦇

Y/N could say her life was pretty good and she wouldn’t be lying. She had a good group of friends, enrolled in classes she actually liked, and was happy with herself. The only problem was that she was madly in love with her best friend of eight years.

He was currently on his stomach as he watched a movie peacefully on her bed. She was at her desk working on homework.

Ethan groaned for the umpteenth time, causing Y/N to roll her eyes. She spun around in her chair, stopping to be facing him. “What is it now?”

Ethan rolled on his back, his arms sprawled out. He bent his head backwards to rest on the edge of the bed and looked at her. His curls bounced back as he pouted. “I’m bored. You said it’d take thirty minutes, not thirty hours.” He complained.

“It’s been an hour.”

“So you admit it’s been more than thirty minutes?”

She dryly laughed before spinning back to her desk, earning a groan from Ethan. The truth was, she hadn’t got a single drop of work done. The whole time she had been texting a boy from her class, Greg.

He sneakily walked over to her and peeked over her shoulder. His face dropped upon seeing her phone. Ethan looked at her sadly, but shook it off as he grabbed her phone.

“Ethan!”

Ethan giggled mischievously as he held her phone in the air away from her. She pulled on his arm, but she knew he was ten times stronger than her.

“Who’s Greg?” He cooed as he teased. He scrolled through the text thread.

“Ethan give me my phone back!” She yelled as she clawed at Ethan’s chest. His stomach only bubbled with laughter as he held his free hand out to push her away.

Opposite of what Ethan thought he’d find, Y/N was scared Ethan would see the texts from Greg giving Y/N advice on asking Ethan out. “Wow you’re sending him outfit ideas?” Y/N’s eyes widened as he teased further. “You never send me outfit ideas.”

“Ethan please,” she pleaded.

Ethan only put on a faux smile as he continued to scroll. His thumb froze on the screen, and his smile faded. His eyes rolled over the words as his arm lowered, allowing Y/N to snatch her phone from him.

She nervously looked to her phone, seeing Ethan stopped on the texts she didn’t want him to see.

Greg

you won’t be happy until you tell him y/n

9:45 pm

Y/N

I cant

Hes my best friend everything would go to shit

9:46 pm

Greg

Just give it a chance

Maybe he likes you!

9:48 pm

Y/N

I doubt it

He’d probably hate me if he knew

9:51 pm

Her face turned warm as she read the messages, and Ethan stood still. “How could you think I could ever hate you?” Ethan asked smally.

“Because it’s weird,” she slumped her shoulders, turning away from Ethan. Ethan placed his hand on her shoulder, and he tilted his head to look around her shoulder.

“It’s not weird. I like you too.” Ethan smiled nervously. “I have for a while.”

“Really?” She asked, finally turning to him. He nodded and placed his hand on her cheek. They looked at each other for a moment, and then she yanked on his collar, pulling him into a rough kiss. Ethan moaned softly as her lips moved against his.

It was better than she could ever imagine. His lips were soft and felt as if they were molded to fit against hers. She snaked her hands up his chest, and Ethan’s hands went to her hips. He pulled her closer to his body, earning a gasp from her.

He backed them up towards her bed, pulling her down with him as he sat on the edge of the bed. His cheeks glowed a light shade of red at their position.

“Y/N,” He trailed off in a whisper. He played with the hem of her shirt as he looked down.

“Yes?” She answered softly.

He pecked her lips. “Are you a virgin?”

She laughed slightly, and she ran her fingers through his curls. “You know I am.”

“I didn’t know. I thought you and that one boyfriend…” She shook her head. “Good. I-I wanna be your first. I wanna be the one that takes your virginity away. I wanna be the first one inside you.” Her face grew warm at his words. His hands slowly moved under her shirt, reaching to the waistband of her shorts. “I wanna be the first dick you ever feel stretch you, hell, the only dick. I’m all yours, and you’re only mine.”

He ravished her neck with his lips, and his hand reached to her panties. He smiled against her neck as he felt how wet she was.

“Y-You’re a virgin too, right?” Y/N asked.

Ethan nodded as he pulled away. He stretched her with two fingers, slowly curling deep inside of her. She whined softly as her eyes closed. “Please, Eth, I need to feel you.”

“You are feeling me, sweetheart.”

She shook her head. “Need to feel your cock inside me, please.”

He smirked, pulling his fingers out of her. He let her unzip his pants as he pulled her shirt over her head. His eyes froze on her tits, and he practically drooled. “Fuck,” He held her shorts and panties to the side with his fingers, and he pulled his cock out, teasing her entrance with his head.

“Wait,” Y/N suddenly said, voice lacing with concern. Ethan immediately retracted his hand as his cock bounced against his stomach as he let go. “What if I’m not good enough for you?”

“Babe, I don’t know what I’m doing either. I think you should be a little more worried than me.”

“I guess, but,”

“Nah,” Ethan cut her off. “I promise you, you will make me feel good. Even if you’re the worst at having sex,” she slapped at his arm playfully. “I will love every part of it. Because I love you, and I will feel all of you. And that’s enough for me.”

Y/N sweetly smiled at his words. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Ethan looked at her longingly, before continuing his previous actions. His head was barely in her entrance, his precum dripping into her hole. Slowly, he thrusted his hips, shoving half of his dick in her. She inhaled sharply at the pain of the stretch. Ethan stopped, letting her adjust to his size. It took everything in him not to throw her on her back and pound into her. But he knew he had to be patient, he needed to be slow for her. So she could feel good her first time too.

After a moment, he thrusted his hips upwards, going deeper inside of her. She gasped, but rolled her hips with him. Ethan shut his eyes as she clenched around him.

“Fuck, fuck, wait,” Ethan whimpered, pausing his movements. Y/N froze in fear as she looked at him. Did she do something wrong? “I’m gonna cum soon, fuck.”

She dryly chuckled and kissed his cheek. He nodded, and he started moving again. Knowing that he’d probably finish soon, she reached her hand down to start rubbing circles against her clit. Ethan’s eyes flicked down as he panted. He replaced her hand with his, and he used his free hand to grip her hip, moving her forwards and backwards against him.

Soft moans and grunts came from the two of them. Both of their bodies moved against each other, sweaty skin slapping. Y/N felt it, felt her stomach heating up, twisting. She was making love for the first time, with the boy she loved, and she was actually going to finish. Ethan was getting close too. He bounced her on his cock as he whined, his fingers still rubbing her clit.

First it was Y/N, she came around his cock, clenching tightly around him with her walls. Ethan jerked his hips, and his mouth parted open to groan loudly.

“I love you, fuck, I love you so much.” He whined as he kissed her sloppily. He moved his hips again, stopping as he was all the way inside of her, cumming. She ran her fingers against his chest soothingly as he breathed heavily. “Did I, mm, did I do okay?”

She kissed him in response, sucking on his bottom lip. “Amazing.”

“By the way,”

“Hmm?” Ethan hummed, his eyes gazing at her lips.

“I love you too.”

#scream #scream 6 #scream vi #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #jack champion #ethan kirsch #ghostface x reader #ethan landry smut #ethan landry fluff #smut #kinktober #shadeskinktober #ghostface

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jayparked · 5 months ago

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jayparked's 1k follower drabble celebration event!

as a big thank you for hitting this milestone i wanted to do an event for my followers :)

please send me an ask with one or two members from enhypen (except riki) and one or two numbers from the list below! after one each prompt has been claimed i will be crossing them out meaning they are no longer available!

this event is nsfw so mdni

i got this list of nsfw prompts from this post. i did remove and adjust some of the prompts so this list is slightly different than the original posters!

1.“So how do you want me to fuck you?” 2. “I’m not sharing you with anybody. You’re mine, and mine only, and I’m going to make you remember that.” 3. “That’s sweet and all but do they touch you the way I touch you? Fuck you the way I fuck you? Mm, yeah, didn’t think so.” 4. Softly, “Want you to fuck me like you mean it.” 5. “Let me take care of you. I’ll do the work.” 6. “Gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name.” 7. “Can I…can I touch you?” 8. “My God, you’re so fucking gorgeous like this.” 9. “Can I please touch myself?” 10. “Wanna see how you look when you come undone under me.” 11. “I’ll make you feel good, I promise. Just trust me.” 12. “You sound/taste/feel/look so fucking good.” 13. “Oh God, you feel amazing, baby.” 14. A whispered “Please” slipping out of kiss bitten lips. 15. “You drive me so insane, you don’t even know.” 16. “You. Me. Bed. Now.” 17. “Is this okay?” 18. “How much do you want this?” 19. “Doing so good for me, sweetheart.” 20. “Shh, just a little more…” 21. “You’re taking me so well, baby.” 22. “Say please.” 23. “Tell me how you want me.” 24 Soft whines and whimpers; held back noises because they don’t want anyone else hearing them; a plea for more without the use of words. 25. “Oh, I can think of many ways to shut you up right now.”

26. “I wanna hear you beg for it" 27. “Where do you want me to touch you?” “I don’t know and I don’t care — I just want your hands on me. Please.” 28. “P-please just”—a sob—“I just need you to fuck me.” 29. “Need/want you in me.” 30. “Beg and maybe I’ll think about it.” 31. “Not so fast, bun.” 32. “So…You touch yourself to the thought of me? I’d like to see that.” 33. “Want your fingers in me.” 34. “Now, why don’t we teach you a lesson?” 35. “Touch yourself for me.” 36. “I wanna taste you on my lips again.” 37. It’s the gentle and soft touches which send shivers skittering down their spine. 38. “Rough or gentle?” 39. “Fuck, look at you right now…” 40. “You’re really messing with my head here.” 41. “Fuck, just touch me already! Just—do something!” “Not so fast. We’ve still got the whole night/day ahead of us.” 42. “Don’t wanna come until I feel you in me.” 43. “All yours. Only yours.” 44. “How about we put that pretty mouth of yours into good use, hm?” 45. “I want you to say my name like that again.” 46. “Aren’t you desperate?” 47. “Only I get to ruin you like this, you hear me?” 48. “Only I get to touch you like this, okay?” 49. “Patience, love. We’re getting there.” 50. “Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me.”

51. “Be good for me.” 52. “You want to come?” “Y-yes, I— please—” “Hm, but do you really deserve to?” 53. “You like that, don’t you?” 54. “Let’s make your thoughts a reality, yeah?” 55. “I’ll fuck you so good, I promise.” 56. “I can taste myself on your lips and it’s messing me up real bad.” 57. “You look like a mess and I love it, because I’m the one who made you like this.” 58. “You’ve got me all hot and bothered.” 59. “You don’t get to touch yourself until I say so.” 60. “Always so needy for me, aren’t you? Can’t help yourself, can you?” 61. “Please let me come.” 62. “I-I promise I’ll be good.” 63. “How are you feeling?” 64. “God, you feel so good around me.” 65. “So wet/hard for me already, huh?” 66. “Mm, always so impatient for me, aren’t you?” 67. “Do I turn you on that much?” 68. “Let me ride you.” 69. “Behave.” 70. “F-Fuck, I don’t think I’m gonna last long if you keep doing that.” 71. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone more.” 72. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” 73. “Stop fucking teasing me and get to it already.” 74. “Oh, the things I’d do to you if we were alone right now…” 75. “Th-There are people outside this door—” “Well, this isn’t about them, is it?”

76. “Look at you, squirming under me, all flushed and pretty looking. Can’t even take a little teasing, can you?” 77. “Yeah, but they don’t fuck you the way you deserved to be fucked, do they?” 78. “Might I remind you that these walls aren’t sound proof.” 79. A softly exhaled, “I don’t think I can ever get enough of you.” 80. “Do you know how much I love seeing you like this?” 81. “Gonna make sure you don’t forget about me or tonight.” 82. “Oh, sensitive there, aren’t we?” 83. In a hoarse whisper, “Fuck, you’re killing me here.” 84. “But you think about me when they’re fucking you, don’t you?” “I… That’s not true.” 85. “Try not to be so noisy, yeah?” 86. “Tell me if it hurts, okay?” 87. “Lift your hips up for me.” 88. “Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re bossy.” 89. “Look at you, coming undone before I’ve even started touching you.” 90. “I want to be the one fucking you this time.” 91. “Sweetheart, you’re so responsive to my touch.” 92. “I think you’d look even better under me.” 93. “Want you to ruin me.” 94. “Do whatever you want with me.” 95. “Just sit on my fucking face already.” 96. “Who gave you permission to touch yourself?” 97. “What did I just say?” 98. “You feel so fucking good in me.” 99. “You can have all of me if that’s what you want.” 100. “Baby—shit—I don’t think I’m gonna make it to the bed like this.”

101. “Tell me if it becomes too much, okay?” “Okay.” 102. “S-Stop leaving marks on my neck. I have a presentation first thing in the morning.” “Then I get to leave marks anywhere below the neck?” 103. “Let me make you feel good this time?” 104. “You only get to watch.” “B-but—” “No buts, sweetheart.” 105. “I’d fuck you right here, right now, if I could.” 106. “Let’s take it back to my place.” 107. “Are we— are we really going to do this here?” 108. “You look so cute like this, you know?” “Shut the fuck up and just fuck me already.” 109. “Why’d you stop?” “Because you sounded too fucking good and so I had like, a moment.” 110. “Eyes on me at all times, sweetheart.” 111. “Spread your legs for me.” … “Spread them wider.” 112. Hands firm on their thighs, keeping them from snapping them shut. 113. A whispered, “Then come for me,” right next to their ear after they beg for release 114. “I want you in the most sinful ways possible.” 115. “I want you to touch me like I’m the only thing you could ever want.” 116. “Can’t— can’t you go faster than this?” 117. “You like messing with my head, don’t you?” “Only because it clearly turns you on.” 118. “Fuck, you have such a tight hold on me, you don’t even know.” 119. “Don’t make too many noises or we’ll get caught.” “That’s part of the thrill.” 120. “You’re the only one I’ve ever wanted so badly.”

thank you again for all of your support ♡ masterlist

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imaginesfordifferentfandoms · 1 year ago

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Prompt List

Hey! I am so sorry for not uploading for like five months! I really want to start uploading again but I think doing so many Taylor Swift inspired prompts burnt me out - if you sent a request or do send one I will get to it just give me time.

Here is a prompt list I'll be using from now on, like always if you have your own idea(s), send them in!

These's prompts include: "dialogue", 'anything in quotations is what the whole fic will be based around', 5 times plus 1, AU's and more!

Send in just one or merge some ideas together!

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1 - “You’re in love with her, you know that right?”

2 - “I didn’t know where else to go.”

3 - “I’m replaceable, you’re not.”

4 - “You kept it?”

5 - Leaning their head on their shoulder

6 - “Because that’s what you and I do, we protect each other.”

7 - “I swear on us.” “Why us?” “Because there is nothing I have ever believed in more.”

8 - Person A getting hurt protect Person B

9 - “Hey, calm down. They can’t hurt you anymore.”

10 - “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”

11 - “Whatever you do, don’t let go.”

12 - 5 times Person A and B correct people about their relationship status and the 1 time they just accept it

13 - Everything is black and white until you meet your soulmate. The world goes back to black and white when they die.

14 - “For what it’s worth, I never gave up on you.”

15 - Accidental love confession

16 - “You’re staring at him/her again.”

17 - “Give me one good reason why I should trust you?” “Because no matter how much you hate me, you know I have never lied to you.”

18 - “I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.”

19 - “If there was ever anybody meant for me, it’s you.”

20 - “You had your chance with her. You had your chance and you blew it, and this is my chance and I am not going to blow it because we are made for each other.”

21 - ‘I still hope there is more to our story. Maybe we just had to fall apart to find each other again one day.’

22 - “You weren’t there…why weren’t you there? I needed you! I needed you and you weren’t there!”

23 - “It’s my job to keep you safe, yes, but you could work with me a little to make it easier.”

24 - “Because I haven’t stopped thinking about you and you haven’t stopped thinking about me.”

25 - ‘I am usually an optimist but I have never hoped for a sad ending like I do for you and her.’

26 - “I can’t say if the day I met you was the best or worst day of my life.”

27 - “Don’t look at me like that.”

28 - ‘Do you think the universe fights for souls to be together? Some things are too strange and strong to be coincidences.’

29 - “She’s my best friend, that’s never changed.” “Yeah, the only thing that changed was your feelings for her.”

30 - “How many fingers am I holding up?”

31 - “You’d die for her?”

32 - ‘He had that awkward tenderness of someone who had never been in love and was forced to improvise.’

33 - “I did it for you, you idiot.”

34 - “If I never see you again just know that I love you so, so much.”

35 - ‘He kissed her. Without warning, without permission. Without even deciding to do it, but simply because he couldn’t have done anything else.’

36 - “I thought you were dead!”

37 - Squeezing their hand reassuringly

38 - “Whatever you do, do not make a sound.”

39 - “I had a nightmare about you and I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

40 - “I can’t do this without you. I won’t do this without you.”

41 - “See? I told ya they’d get together.”

42 - ‘There is some good left in this world and it is worth fighting for.’

43 - Born with your soulmates first name tattooed on your body

44 - ‘There are some people that you meet and you just know from the get go that they are important, that you have to do anything to keep them in your life. He was that person.’

45 - “You came to me, begging me for help!”

46 - “Tell me about your life before all of this.”

47 - ‘S/he would always be my biggest what if.’

48 - “It turns out I’m absolutely terrible at staying away from you.”

49 - One being forced to hurt the other but refusing, getting themselves hurt instead

50 - “Why is it always the people you can’t trust saying “trust me”?”

51 - ‘If you were going to die, I was going to die with you.’

52 - “You can’t sleep yet kid, I need you to stay awake.”

53 - ‘We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day, years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop, in a faraway city somewhere and we could give it another shot.’

54 - Five times they wanted to say ‘I love you’ and the 1 time they finally did

55 - “I always thought you were the bravest person I’ve ever met.”

56 - “I’ve never had a family before.”

57 - “I’m not leaving without her.”

58 - ‘Sometimes we do everything right and it’s still not enough.'

59 - “Hey, you’re bleeding.”

60 - ‘We’re in love, we just want to be together. What’s wrong with that?’

61 - “Take me instead. Leave her/him and take me.”

62 - Sitting together on a rooftop

63 - “I think…I’m in love with (Name.)” “Congrats on being the last one to find out.”

64 - Needing somebody else to point out the fact you have feelings for character

65 - “I know we’re not…friends or anything, but…I’m here for you, if you need someone to talk to.”

66 - Drunken kiss

67 - “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

68 - ‘Home is not where you are from. It’s where you belong. Some of us travel the whole world to find it. Others find it in a person.’

69 - “If I had it my way, we’d never leave this bed.”

70 - ‘Everything that needs saying, truly saying, begins with a lump in the throat.’

71 - When mysterious injuries appear on your body, it’s because your soulmate got them.

72 - ‘For old times sake.’

73 - “I’m never gonna be good enough for you, am I?”

74 - “Don’t hurt him! Just stop hurting him, please!”

75 - ‘Sometimes there are no words that can help. Sometimes you just need to sit together in silence and try to come to terms with how the world works.’

76 - “When I let a day go by without talking to you, that’s just not a good day.”

77 – “Do you have a plan?” “I have a gun.”

78 - “How long did you think you could hide that?”

79 - “Leave with me.”

80 - ‘She was good and he needed a little good in his life because without it there was an awful lot of darkness.’

81 - 5 places Person A and B have kissed plus the 1 place where they did more than that

82 - “Honestly I wasn’t listening but I always disagree with whatever you say.”

83 - “There’s no way I’m sharing a bed with you.” “You’re more than welcome to sleep on the floor.”

84 - Person B is frowning all the time but Person A can always see when they are happy (Grumpy x Sunshine)

85 - ‘I want you to always remember me. Will you remember that I existed and that I stood next to you here like this?”

86 - “I’ll do it, but only because you asked me to.”

87 - 5 times Person A treated Person B’s injuries, plus 1 time Person B treated Person A’s injury.

88 - ‘Maybe one day we’ll meet again and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me.’

89 - "Dying in the middle of nowhere doesn't seem so bad if you're here."

90 - “Oh no, you’re a morning person.”

91 - “I hate you.” “I love you too.”

92 - “No, don't stop, keep talking. I like hearing you talk.”

93 - “Are you cold?”

94 - “What do you want from me?”

95 - “Look, I know you hate me but I don’t know what to do and I really need some help.”

96 - “I’m not leaving you. Not this time.”

97 - “I wish things had been different.”

98 - “I can’t leave you alone for a second without you getting into trouble, can I?”

99 - “You’re not sleeping?” “Nope.” “Why not?” “Don’t want you to stab me the second I close my eyes.” “I won’t.”

100 - “This isn’t just an (object), it’s a promise.”

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actuallysaiyan · 1 year ago

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hello! any fics/headcanons on dropping by high school nanami’s dorm room would be wonderful 🫶

warnings: mentions of being promoted, Reader and Kento are both 18!!! In their last year of being at JJT, smut, kissing, vaginal fingering, dirty talk word count: 1.6k pairings: Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Sorcerer!Reader summary: Kento just found a box set of 1980s Astro Boy and he wants you to come over to watch it with him! a/n: I wasn't sure what you wanted for this, so I took some creative liberties and rolled with it. I wanted it partly smutty and partly fluffy. I hope you all enjoy!

It was a quiet Saturday night in your dorm room. You sit on your bed, watching reruns of your favorite sitcom. Considering this was your last year at Jujutsu Tech, you knew that things would mostly be a breeze. You’ve been on more missions this year than any other year, but it still felt so much easier than training and learning theory.

Your phone buzzes and your eyes gaze at it for a moment. Then your heart skips a beat when you see who’s sent you a text. Immediately, you open your phone and read the text.

Kento(8:45 pm): Hey are you still around? Or did you leave campus for tonight?

You(8:46 pm): I’m still here. What’s up?

Your heart is racing as you try to come to terms with the fact that your ultimate crush is texting you. You two are close, but he has no idea just how much you’re head over heels for him. He messages you again, mentioning that he’s managed to acquire the DVD box set of Astro Boy from the 1980s. You message him back, asking if you can come over and watch it with him.

Kento(8:50pm): Why don’t you come over right now? I’m just waiting in my dorm.

It doesn’t take much for you to reply that you’ll be over in a few minutes. You throw on a comfy hoodie and you turn off your devices. Then you grab some snacks from your drawer and you head out. With your door locked behind you, you walk down the hallway towards the boys’ side of the dorms.

You knock on his door, admiring the way he’s placed band stickers and mini posters on it to give it some personality. Your smile spreads further when you see him open the door. He looks really cozy right now; dressed in a band hoodie and some sweatpants.

“Are you ready to watch this with me?” He shows you the box set.

“Fuck yeah! I didn’t even think you’d manage to find it!”

Kento smirks, “I’ve got my sources, darling.”

He invites you inside and you feel immediately at home. It’s so cozy in his dorm room. You’ve been here more times than you can count, considering you two are so close, but this is just so special for you. You place your bag of snacks on the coffee table and you sit on the sofa. Kento joins you, but not before he puts the first disc of Astro Boy into the DVD player. You two are sitting so close together, your knees brush up together.

“Thanks for inviting me over.” you bubble, leaning in close to him.

“It’s really no problem.”

The DVD menu starts up and Kento selects the play all function. Then you both sit back, watching the anime you both had been wanting to see for so long. It has become a bit of a tradition for you and Kento to watch anime together. This time, it felt a bit more intimate somehow. You weren’t sure what it was, but it was like you and him had these feelings just bubbling underneath the surface.

Eventually, he turns to you and offers you a soda. You accept with a smile on your face. Things are quiet and comfortable while in his dorm, until he stretches his arms and wraps one around your shoulders. You lean your head to nuzzle against his as you both continue to watch the show that’s unfolding before you on the screen.

“You know…” he whispers softly. “I’m glad we can still have nights like these.”

You turn to face him, “Me too, Ken. Especially since we both got promoted to Grade one recently.”

This makes both of your stomachs flutter. It was a serious move to be promoted to such a rank, but you two were the exemplary sorcerers for this position. Both you and Kento showed lots of strength, courage and ability. It took little to no time to go from Semi-Grade one to Grade one. And now you both were going on missions together, taking down curses together.

“I need to tell you something,” he finally starts up again. “It’s important.”

You turn to face him fully, your heart racing. He looks so good in just the glow of the television and the soft fairy lights he has strung up over the couch. He smiles sweetly before he cups your chin and his thumb strokes your cheek.

“Even if we end up on different paths,” he leans in closer. “I’ll always love you.”

Without another word, he presses his lips to yours. You feel like butterflies are erupting deep in your tummy. Time almost seems to slow down as you finally gain the courage to kiss him back. Your hands come up to begin playing with his hair. When he pulls away, he rubs his nose against yours.

“You’ve always been my pretty girl, yeah?”

You can’t help but nod. It takes so little effort for him to push you down onto the couch, pinning you there. Despite his slim build, Kento is very strong and muscular. He just hides it well. Then once he has you in the position he wants, he begins to undress you. Your eyes shine in the glow of the TV, and it turns him on even more. Something about this moment is just so special.

“I’m always going to be yours,” you promise as he buries his face in the crook of your neck.

He nips softly at the tender flesh, making you moan his name. Your legs wrap around him, wanting nothing more than to be as close to him as possible. He smirks against your skin, knowing just how needy you are for him now. He’s feeling just the same; needy and wanton for the woman he’s fallen for so deeply.

“Can I show you just how much you mean to me?” He asks, his eyes dark with lust.

You smirk, “Oh yeah? How will you do that?”

He’s feeling like you’re challenging him now, and that turns him on even more. He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head. You moan at the feeling of him taking complete control of the situation. Then his other hand unclasps your bra and pulls it off completely. Your breasts spring free, bouncing slightly from being freed from their confines. You whine softly; your body heating up at the sensation of being half-naked in front of him.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” He grunts before dipping down to capture one of your nipples into his mouth.

You buck up immediately, wanting nothing more than to bury your fingers in his beautiful blond hair. But he still has you pinned down to the couch, and his tongue is flicking against your nipples. He doesn’t even have to do much to turn you on, but he’s working hard on making you so aroused. He pulls away slightly, blowing air on your erect nubs.

“Pretty girl,” he coos softly. “Such a pretty princess for me.”

You whine again, begging him not to stop. He leans back in, sucking on your tits. He makes it messy and sloppy, nipping and biting at the tender flesh. His intent is now to turn you on and to mark you up. He wants you to see yourself in the mirror tomorrow and to see these love marks. They are the marks you’ll wear on your body to show the world who you belong to.

“Ken, please…”

He chuckles darkly, “What is it, princess?”

You mewl, “Please Ken I…”

“Use your words, pretty girl.”

Your mind is almost blank with just how much this is all turning you on. He’s usually quiet and sometimes stoic. But right now, Kento Nanami was a different man. You had heard rumors that he was a closeted pervert, but this was proving to be somewhat true. The way he was touching you and caressing you, it seems like he knows a thing or two about pleasuring a woman.

“I need you to touch me,” you breathe.

He chuckles again, then he presses his lips to yours. Your two stay connected like this for a few moments; tongues rubbing together sensually. When he pulls away to let you breathe, a string of saliva keeps you connected.

“Alright, you need me that bad, huh?”

You nod your head, “Need you so bad, Ken…”

His free hand slides down your body, caressing you in your sensitive spots. Then he slips his hand into your sweatpants, gasping softly when he feels that you aren’t wearing panties. He grunts as his long fingers spread your wet folds, prodding your tight entrance. Kento smirks, his eyes growing even darker with lust.

“You did this on purpose, didn’t you?” He asks, rubbing your clit slowly.

You shudder, “M-maybe…”

You let out a moan of his name as one of his fingers slips into your tight cunt. Immediately your gummy walls begin to squeeze the digit and this makes him grunt. He releases your wrists to reach down to adjust his cock in his gray sweatpants. Then his eyes snap up to watch you as he fingers you.

“You’re so fuckin’ tight, probably would make me blow my load in seconds.”

His words rile you up even more. Your hips begin gyrating against his hand, and he’s quick to slip a second finger into your pussy. Your juices begin gushing out of your slick hole, and you feel yourself growing closer to your orgasm faster than you ever thought would happen.

“Awhhh close already? Damn, princess, that’s flattering.” He goads. Your hand comes to cling to his arm, steadying him and yourself for the impending orgasm that’s on its way.

He moves his thumb to begin swiping against your clit and the added stimulation is what sends you over the edge. You cry out and whimper as the waves of pleasure crash over you. The entire time, Kento is right there, talking you through the intense pleasure. When you’ve ridden out your high, he leans in to kiss you so softly.

“My beautiful girl…I love you so.”

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 1 year ago

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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 46

Part 1 Part 45

Hopper’s idling by the trailer when Steve and Eddie exit on the way to school the next morning. Eddie’s forehead immediately breaks out in anxiety-sweats. He stumbles back a step on instinct, arm up to waylay Steve. Nothing good ever came from the Chief of Police loitering in front of a drug dealer’s trailer.

Hopper cranks his window down, leaning out enough to stick his head partially out, and shouts over at them, “you cleared to go to school already, Harrington?”

Eddie drops his arm – threat categorized, acknowledged, and discarded. Steve steps over the threshold and down the front steps, each foot placed carefully, lest he stumble in front of Hopper.

“It’s fine,” Steve says, like he always does.

“Your doctor say that?”

Steve shifts his eyes toward Eddie, like he’s begging for help. Eddie clears his throat, pointedly not curling his shoulders in when Hopper shifts his glare over to him. “He went yesterday,” he calls over, like a chump. Because what his majesty wants, Eddie will provide.

Hopper raises his eyebrows, letting them stew in the silence as he keeps his eyes trained on Eddie. Weakest link sighted. And just like every time he finds himself in this standoff with the bane of his existence, he folds. “He’s not supposed to go back until Monday!”

“Munson!” Steve grouses. Eddie’s guts churn at being last-named again.

“But” Eddie starts, waving his hand in Steve’s face like that’ll buy him a few more seconds of grace. “You gotta let him go, Hopper.”

“I don’t have to do anything,” he grouses, still glaring into Eddie’s eyes.

Eddie fidgets, hoping Steve won’t be too pissed off. “Harrington here’s a flight risk,” he says, patting his head lightly, like a dog who’s just performed a marvelous trick. “You don’t give him something to do? We might never see him again.”

Steve scoffs, but notably doesn’t pull away from Eddie’s hand or refute his point.

Hopper continues glaring at both of them before sighing out like a beleaguered dog and rolls up his window. He doesn’t drive away. “Is that–” Steve starts, squinting at Hopper through his now-closed window. “Is that permission?”

“We don’t beg for permission, Stevie.” Eddie trails his hand through Steve’s peach-fuzz hair before skipping over to where his van’s parked, knowing without looking that Steve’s following him. He slides into the driver’s seat, waits for Steve to slide in as well before turning the key in the ignition. “We don’t even ask for forgiveness.”

He smiles over at Steve, cheeks hurting from the force of it. He feels like he’s just taken three shots of espresso, back to back to back. Steve smiles over at him, small but real, eyes shining in the morning sun. His hair glows golden in the sunlight, and his skin, still slightly sallow, is flushed pink in the cheeks.

“We don’t?” Steve asks quietly. He sounds excited. Like a kid told he’d get to open his birthday presents early.

Eddie’s endeared, any reluctance drained out of him around the second time Steve Harrington had saved his life. “Naw.” He reaches over, patting Steve’s knee, not letting his fingers linger like they want to. He cranks the engine, Black Sabbath booming from the speakers until Steve turns it down a few notches. “That’s for squares. And you, Steve Harrington, are a certified badass.”

Steve’s smiling out the window when Eddie glances over, watching trailers pass by. Electric Funeral turns over to War Pigs. Eddie sings along quietly as Steve bops his head along to a beat he doesn’t even know.

Hopper follows them all the way to school, his truck idling at the curb until Eddie pulls into a spot and takes out the key. Neither of them mention anything.

School passes in a mindless haze. Eddie listens to lectures on calculus and geography and the themes in One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest, lets it all fly over his head. Not even in one ear and out the other – that implies it went into his brain at all.

Jeff gives him dirty looks throughout calc, like he can tell Eddie’s checked out past the point of return and is feeling a sense of paternal disappointment over his lack of work ethic.

Eddie’d checked out long before Demogorgon’s and Demon Worlds made an appearance in his life. Now, class feels like biding time until he can get Steve back in his sights. Graduating feels like another step away from Harrington that he doesn’t want to take.

So he sits and stews and ignores Jeff’s disappointed eyes, and regrets that Steve’s a year below him and not smart enough to pass calc either.

Seeing him walk into lunch is a religious experience. Eddie sighs into his suspicious casserole, staring at Steve with reverence. He’s talking to Barb quietly, standing beside her in the lunch line.

Steve laughs at something she says, and Eddie swears he can almost hear it across the cacophony of the lunchroom rush.

“Dude,” Gareth says from beside him.

Eddie jumps, whipping his head over to where Gareth had snuck up on him. “When did you get here?” he hisses, narrowing his eyes.

Gareth stares back, deadpan. Eddie misses when his little sheep were at least a little bit afraid of him. Honestly, the gall. “I was here before you sat down.”

Ah, well. Eddie hunches, looking around the table that’s seemingly filled in around him. “So?”

Gareth leans closer, keeping his voice lowered. “Are you, like in love with Harrington?” Gareth asks, voice quiet enough for discretion even as it lentils up harshly at the end.

“No, shut up!” Eddie hisses back, but something restless and wanting unfurls as the fishhook in his ribs slackens with Steve’s approach. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!

“—could help you,” Barb is saying, inexplicably sitting at the wrong freaks and geeks table again. Clearly, there’s still trouble in paradise. “I’m free Thursday’s after school.”

Steve slides in next to Eddie, matching suspect casserole to Eddie’s own. He doesn’t look away from his conversation from Barb, but he slides his knee into Eddie’s, easy like breathing. Even easier, with Steve’s track record of not doing that.

“Really?” Steve asks, leaning toward her over the table.

Barb shrugs, nonchalantly, pulling that same bagged sandwich from her bag to munch on. “Sure, why not?”

She says it like it’s nothing, but Steve exhales like the world just stopped ending. “Thanks,” he sighs. “I’m just so behind, and my Dad–” he cuts off, shoves a forkful of slop in his mouth like that’s the reason for the pause. “I just don’t want to be held back.”

Jeff, the traitor, looks over to Barbara and unhelpfully contributes, “are you guys planning a study group?” he asks, continuing before she has a chance, “because this one could use a little of that.”

Eddie doesn’t let anyone else get in a word. “I can’t Jeffery,” Eddie sneers. “Thursday is Hellfire.”

Steve furrows his eyebrows like he’s thinking deeply, starts, “we could maybe do it on Wed—”

“That’s fine!” Eddie says. “I’m doing fine!”

He glares around at the table, daring anyone to say anything. Jeff scoffs, and Steve still looks worried, but no one says anything. Study group is born, and Eddie’s plans are finalized: his graduating class will be moving on without him.

He only hopes Wayne understands.

Part 47

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butterflydm · 19 days ago

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What still remains from the trailers?

Only three episodes left and we've knocked out a lot of the trailer footage, but what's left? This is going to have both show and book spoilers, though I only really go through The Shadow Rising here, plus various trailer and casting spoilers for the show (including a big casting spoiler for 3x08).

From our first teaser trailer, all of 0:01-0:12 has been accounted for.

Our first shot that is probably from 3x06 is at 0:13, which I believe is Liandrin dreaming about sitting on the Amyrlin Seat, talking to Lanfear, and that this may then transition to the "My cabal is loyal to me and I am loyal to you" scene from the most recent of the teasers (from the ep5 "inside the episode"). otoh, it does kinda have that echo-y vibe of TAR, so it also might be Liandrin testing out the dream ter'angreal that the Black Ajah stole from the White Tower, and she's in TAR proper (introducing us to the idea of ter'angreal being used to enter TAR).

Everything else is accounted for until we get to 0:21 -- I don't think we've gotten this shot of Moiraine lying on the ground yet. It didn't happen in Rhuidean. And her clothing... it almost looks like she has a coat draped over her. It feels like we haven't gotten the scene of Moiraine standing up with the sun behind her (also from 0:21) yet either.

At 0:24, we have the shot of Egwene & Rand in the Cold Rocks Hold temple that I believe will happen in 3x06 and that I'm hoping is Egwene helping Rand work on controlling his dreams to keep Lanfear out, and potentially marking them collaborating as exes, because basically all involved people (Josha, Maddy, Rafe) have implied that Randgwene will be getting to that kind of place this season (finally) and they are running out of time to show it on-screen. Rand looks like he's just been through it in this scene, while Egwene seems more cool and distant.

0:28 is Rand and someone in a very big cloak walking in the sands. That assembled line of Aiel in front of them is making me think Alcair Dal. The person with Rand appears to have darker hair than he does, so I don't think it's Couladin, but I still have no clue who it is.

0:38 is an unhappy Lanfear in her TAR black outfit turning away from someone and looking unhappy. I think this is from her encounter with Egwene. The outfit matches.

0:45 is Rand and Couladin at Alcair Dal -- after Couladin has shown off the dragons on his arms but before Rand has. Couladin's hair does look a little darker here, so maybe he's the figure with Rand in 0:28 (but why would they walk in together?).

0:46 Lanfear in a shiny black dress. I think this is also the dress that she kills Moiraine in during the Rhuidean visions, but this isn't in the format of the visions (and Lanfear looks a lot less gleeful), so I think it's "real life". I think she slicked back her hair when she visited Moiraine in 3x01, so maybe she's just stopped pretending to be sweet Selene for Rand by this point.

A little later at 0:46, we get a wide shot of the presentation of Rand & Couladin at Alcair Dal. Only half of the clan chief seats are filled (likely because we'll get the attack on Cold Rocks Hold in 3x06, and Rand & co will be booking it to Alcair Dal before all the clans have arrived, like in the books). It looks like this is Rand while he's taking off his coat.

0:49 - Min in what looks like a storage room of some kind, definitely Tanchico and potentially in our upcoming episode, 3x06.

0:50 - Moggy and Liandrin. Moggy is no longer in her servant get-up and Liandrin looks pretty nervous, so this is after Moggy has 'claimed' Liandrin & co for herself. Could be either 3x06 or 3x08.

0:51 - Faile perches on Perrin's lap and kisses him. I suspect this may be in 3x06 and will be a "glad you're alive kiss" after Faile saved Perrin in the most recent episode. That or a brief check-in post-battle, in 3x08.

0:52 - Elayne in Tanchico, looking startled. Might be the first time she sees Thom, and recognizes him?

0:52 - intent Egwene, likely in TAR. I don't think we've seen this specific shot yet.

0:55 - battle of the Two Rivers, Perrin brandishes an axe.

*****

From our full-length trailer:

The very first shot is one that we haven't gotten yet -- I think it's Rand & co heading to Alcair Dal. The color of the sand reminds me of the sand where Rand does his tattoo reveal.

0:24 - I'm not certain we've yet gotten this shot of Liandrin in her messy hair, looking up.

0:36 - shots of Trollocs attacking the barricades of the Two Rivers, we see a glimpse of Perrin & Faile fighting.

0:27 - I don't think we've gotten this shot of someone dramatically opening a door from bright sunlight to a room of darkness yet.

Right afterwards, we have Moggy with her blackened fingers stroking Nynaeve's face, likely when she's interrogating her under Compulsion. Moggy is still in her servant outfit when she's with Nynaeve, it looks like.

0:56 - I don't think we've seen this shot of Loial in what looks like the Ways yet.

1:18 - Egwene asking Rand "do you love her?" likely near the start of 3x06 (I think the cold open will be Liandrin's backstory). Both Egwene and Rand look teary-eyed.

1:45 - Perrin at the Two Rivers' barricades (palisades?) - in the daylight, before the Shadowspawn attack at night.

1:46 - Two Rivers people with pikes and wooden shields. Several shots of getting ready for fighting. We see Perrin & Maksim. Perrin shouts "Get ready!". Maksim orders, "Archers, loose." and we can see that Faile is among the archers.

1:55 - Loial runs through the woods with Bain & Chiad. Loial is holding an axe with a long handle and Bain & Chiad are veiled.

1:59 - Aviendha is in her Wise One apprentice clothes but still thinking like a Maiden -- she has pulled her shawl up to act like a veil and is creating a spear made of fire and I think has a buckler of air in her other hand. I'm guessing 3x06, the attack on Cold Rocks Hold.

2:00 - a long line of Aiel, most likely at Alcair Dal.

2:06 - Faile runs to Perrin in the middle of the battle and kisses him. It looks like we have Whitecloaks fighting against the Trollocs in the wider shot with Faile, but I don't see any of our Known Whitecloaks.

2:08 - Moiraine is in her fancy outfit that we saw her wearing in the visions of the rings a lot. She appears to be extremely upset, and Lan is picking her up in his arms. I think Lan has blood coming out of his nose, and Moiraine has sand all over her outfit and on the corner of her mouth. She's clutching her arms across her chest and I don't see the Orb (TM), so maybe Lanfear has succeeded in getting it away from her. That's dangerous!

2:10 - Rand at Alcair Dal, after he's removed his coat to reveal his tattoos, saying "This is what I was born to do."

Then we have the "coming this season" trailer that aired after the first episode.

Can't do timestamps as easily for this one, because it's attached to episode one, but we do see: a shot of someone with dark hair in pointy dark make-up -- might be Lanfear? Maybe we'll get a flashback to her first taking her Dark Oaths??? All dressed in black. There are some weird-looking sticky red threads of something in front of her in the scene.

We get a shot of Moiraine in her fancy clothes, most likely about to face off against Lanfear in the desert.

We get a shot of Rand lying on the dreamwalker pillow & rug in the Cold Rocks Hold temple.

Some shots of Trollocs charging towards the Two Rivers.

We get a shot of the Aes Sedai Sitters, wearing fancy shawls in the colors of their Ajah, standing up in front of their seats. Might be a flashback to Siuan getting voted in as Amyrlin or might be something present-day.

We get a shot of Egwene in her damane clothes, tied to the same wheel that Lanfear put Rand on in s2. Lanfear approaches her and takes her by the throat. Lanfear does not look happy. This might be the Lanfear scene that we catch glimpses of in the teaser trailer as well. Lanfear trying to assert her control over Egwene in the dream world and she does NOT look smug and victorious the way that she did at the end of 3x05.

A shot of Perrin looking up while we see the barricades being built behind him. Shots of the attack on the Two Rivers. Faile saying "this isn't a raiding party. This is an army."

A blood-spattered group of Whitecloaks (led by Dain?) rides into the Two Rivers as Perrin quotes the Ila and says, "Violence never ends until someone says 'enough'." I think I see a Tuatha'an wagon near the Winespring Inn in this shot, and I might see Aram near it. Faile is near Perrin. Alanna & Maksim are visible in shot, as are Chiad & Loial. Maybe the Whitecloaks get attacked by Trollocs?

There's a shot of Elayne and someone that I think is Thom, gasping and turning to run away together from something or someone.

We see Whitecloaks attempting to hold the barricades against the Trollocs.

We get a tiny glimpse of Mat in his Tanchico clothes.

Okay! So that's a lot that we can slot into either 3x06 or 3x07, but relatively little that feels like it could come from 3x08, so 3x08 still feels relatively mysterious right now.

All we know for sure about what happens in it is that Rand is going to show off his dragons at Alcair Dal, but Couladin is also there with his own dragons; and that Moiraine is going to face off against Lanfear. From casting spoilers, it sounds Mat will be having his doorway encounter in 3x08, as "Eelfinn" is noted as being cast for 3x08, and he likely will end up getting hanged this season & getting his medallion (by Min's viewing and by the promo posters), but we don't know much beyond that.

We also know that 3x07 is either entirely the battle of the Two Rivers or almost entirely the battle.

Judging by the trailer... it doesn't look like Moiraine, Lan, or Egwene go with Rand to his desert presentation (or, if they do, they are far enough away from him not to be apparent in the wide shots). It looks like it's an all-Aiel affair, at least from what I can tell.

Specifically from next episode, we get teased with the very start of Egwene coming to speak with Rand, and then shift into a focus on the scenes in Tanchico. Of particular note to me, personally, as someone who really enjoys Mat & Elayne in the books and is excited about seeing what the show does with them -- it looks like, for part of the search, we split into Mat-Elayne and Min-Nynaeve duos!

After the shots of Egwene and Rand, we shift to a wide shot of Tanchico during the day, and all four of our investigators heading out in their veiled-up costumes.

It looks like we'll see Min-Nynaeve out investigating on the streets, while Mat-Elayne try asking questions inside some kind of large hall (a tavern? a place specifically entertainers?).

It looks like Mat tries to intervene when Elayne is talking to some people and Elayne ends up with a knife to her throat (either a bonding moment or a moment of additional friction, depending on how it's played).

We get Liandrin re-affirming her loyalty to Lanfear (in either her own dream or in TAR), and Lanfear is dressed in the white & silver outfit from when she attacked Cairhien and is seated on the Amyrlin Seat.

Moggy as a servant, spitting into Liandrin & co's food.

Mat asking after ~collars~ and I think the man in the hat staring at him might be "Mat's admirer" from the casting list.

We see Min and Nynaeve together, as Min shouts at a tall man, asking him if he's met a beautiful woman.

Liandrin doing Nyomi's own lobotomy trick on her?

Elayne on stage! Maybe this is her singing "The Hills of Tanchico". I think I see Mat in the crowd, cheering for her, though it could be another tall, darkhaired fellow.

Min and Nyaneve out on the streets of Tanchico and Nynaeve seems VERY excited.

Then Min & Nynaeve meet back up with Elayne - she asks them if they've found anything, and they say they've located Liandrin.

Then we get some flashbacks to poor child-bride Liandrin, and it looks like she's discovering her ability to channel.

#wot #the wheel of time #wheel of time #wot on prime #wot s3 spoilers #wheel of time s3 spoilers #wot book spoilers #the shadow rising #wot s3 speculation

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xxnghtclls · 1 year ago

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Chapter 46

(Chapter 45; Chapter 47)

True Form Sukuna x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence

Please see Chapter 1 for tags!

Judgement Day

Sukuna, still crouching next to Akiko, doesn’t respond with words. His eyes, however, bore into you, as if he’s hesitating. You hold the eye contact, before you nod at him, almost unnoticeable. His eyes squint softly, before you notice how his bottom pair of eyes focus on Akiko and his left hand starts moving into her direction. After the split of a second, you rip your gaze off his hand and slam the door shut behind you.

Bam!

With your pulse pounding against your throat, you stomp over to your own chambers and rip the door open.

Lightning.

Feeling nauseous with her blood still lingering on your tongue, you curse yourself, knowing damn well what you just told your King was just a selfish order to make Akiko disappear, knowing damn well that you wouldn’t be able to bear the pain of guilt while mourning her grave. Knowing damn well that, even if she was back alive, you wouldn’t be able to let her go.

So, you needed her gone. To ease your pain, to forget. The only friend you ever had.

Bury her in the maw of your King and stand proud. Seek revenge and kill that Bitch. Let yourself feel the pleasure of drowning in Sayako’s blood and let darkness consume you. Let yourself forget they ever existed.

And slowly but surely, you know damn well, that you’ve truly become a monster yourself.

Knowing, that your soul is losing every last piece of humanity with every step you take.

You rush over to the other side of your futon, your weapons still laying there where you left them. Dagger, bow and your only arrow.

No time.

You pick the dagger up and take the bottom part of your kimono, staining it even more with Akiko’s blood that’s still sticking on your hands. Quickly you slice a slit into the fabric for better movement and shove the dagger into your obi. Then you grab the bow and arrow and rush out of your room.

Lightning.

You stomp down the halls. The splatter of the rain is your companion, the rumble of the storm your heartbeat.

Another lightning.

Suddenly you hear that door fall open again and before you arrive at that very corner, you see that bitch Sayako tippling into your vision. Still a few yards in distance, you see her carrying a kitchen knife in her left, unwounded hand. She immediately stops and looks at you.

And you look back at her.

Wasting no time, you draw your arrow, focus on her and let go. Immediately.

Shoot.

Whoosh.

Through the darkness it flies.

A bad shot.

Sayako is fast, she reacts quickly and dodges, running back out of the door she came from.

Shit!

Clenching your jaw, you curse yourself another time, for not having trained with your weapons in a while, not even touched them. Your only arrow crashes against the wall and lands on the floor. A maniacal giggle echoes through the halls, until it’s silenced with the shut of the door.

Hurrying forward, you peek around the corner, before you rush to get your arrow. It’s still intact, as you pick it up.

In the distance, you hear the sound of Sukuna’s door. You look up and turn to see the light from his room illuminating the dark floor from behind the corner.

No time to waste.

You turn back to make your way to the door that Sayako left through.

Striding through the next part of the shrine, the sound of your footsteps is silenced by the splattering rain from outside.

It’s dark.

Your heart is beating fast, adrenaline is pumping through your veins. She could stand right in front of your eyes with the next lightning.

Oh how much you would love for your fist to fly through the darkness to punch into her face.

However, those halls seem empty, as if no one ever set foot in it. Another door is moving in the distance, however, the echo makes it difficult to determine which one it was. Looking around you, your vision can’t focus on anything.

Doesn’t matter.

You arrive at the kitchen door and wrap the bow around your torso, tug the arrow inside your obi, before taking out the dagger. You grab it tightly with your left hand and inhale before you loudly kick the door open.

“Sayakooo!” you yell, as you burst into the dark room. Only the candle on the counter is burning. The flickering light throws sharp shadows dancing against the walls, as suddenly-

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Heavy footsteps approach you to your left and you turn to see one of the other kitchen maids stomping right at you, swinging a heavy cleaver into your direction with her right hand. Her body and motion almost being only a shadow, thanks to the dim light of the candle. Your breath hitches, but you manage to crouch down in time. Quickly you, go down to your knees and crawl along the counter, manage to grab the basket with the apples in the corner and pull at it, causing it to fall over. Loudly, those apples roll onto the floor, roll into the direction of your attacker.

You turn around, see her taking another swing with the cleaver, as she suddenly trips and you also can’t react fast enough. She curses, as her upper body lands on your legs.

Fuck.

“Bitch!” she hisses, as you try to wiggle free. Your vision down here, on the floor, is even worse, almost black. She gets a hold of your legs and swings her blade at you. A heavy shadow with a deadly weapon. You clench your jaw, as survival instinct and adrenaline shoot through you-

CLING

The cleaver buries itself on the floor to your left, cutting through your sleeve and you feel that the fabric was pinned to the ground. Your left arm can’t move, as she tries to remove the knife, but it sits too deep.

And she struggles, as you keep wiggling your legs and with a loud grunt, you manage to free your right leg and-

Bam!

You manage to kick into her face. She cries out and looses the hold of the cleaver. You unconsciously let go of your dagger and it clings to the floor, as you move over to your side, grabbing the hilt of the cleaver with your right hand to free yourself from the ground.

Hearing your dagger’s blade rattle against the floor, rage bubbles up in you, fearing she got a hold of it.

No!

You pull and pull but nothing moves, before you quickly lay flat again, as you hear her coming closer.

Sting!

She strikes, burying the tip of your dagger into the floor right next to your face, cutting your cheek in the process.

You breathe angrily, clench your jaw and your lip trembles, as your hand searches on the floor, searches for an apple to crush against her head.

Sting!

Another strike, another miss, however dangerously close. The darkness feels like your best friend and enemy at the same time. Everything happens so fast, you can only hope and trust your instincts to dodge into the right direction. She retracts the blade from the floor and in that moment, an apple finds your hand. She strikes again, but this time, you do, too.

Before the blade can reach your face, the apple crushes against her temple, sending juices and bits and pieces right into her eyes.

“Fuck!” she curses, while her hands shoot to her eyes. She let’s go of your blade and falls backwards, causing your weapon fall onto the floor right next to your face. The impact and it’s angle makes it repel itself from the ground, causing it to cut into your left ear.

You groan and curse in pain, while you use the moment to roll over again. Pulling yourself up to your feet, you pull at the cleaver with all your strength.

Pull…Pull PullPullPull

Shluk!

You’re able to rip it out of the ground, before hurrying to the sack of rice, that’s stored in the adjacent corner, as you hear the maid collect herself and get back on her feet as well.

You grab a fistful of grains from the sack, turn around and throw it into her face. She manages to dodge your attack and follows you, trying to grab the sleeves of your Kimono. Adrenaline kicks in and in all the stress and motions, you can’t find a good moment to swing at her with the cleaver in your right hand, as she chases you around the counter in the middle.

Suddenly, she gets a hold on your collar, yanks you back to her. In the split of a second you see the candle, flickering, hot, with molten wax, sitting on the counter to your right. Your body reacts, grabbing it hastily with your left hand, turn around and shove it into her right eye.

A loud hissing sound fills the air, as she starts to scream and the light goes out, covering both of you in complete darkness, before a lightning strikes. You see her screaming face in the split of a second, so full of pain and agony, full of molten wax and blood.

Grabbing her by her wrists, you yank her to into the corner you’ve been lying moments before. She trips another time and falls onto her back.

Wham!

Apples crush under her weight, as she hits the ground, as her head hits the floor with a loud bang. She keeps screaming and you hear her voice becoming sore. Quickly, before you lose track of her position, you crouch down and straddle her, as she wriggles in pain. You heave the cleaver up, grabbing it with both of your hands and swing it down.

And you hit.

Splerch!

With a loud impact, you hit right into her face, cutting off her screams. Blood splatters into your face, as you feel her twitching.

Another lightning reveals what you’ve done.

Not enough.

A crack hits your ear, as you pull out the blade and swing it down again.

Sqwelp!

And again.

Shunk!

And again.

Sphhhlt!

Until she doesn’t move.

Until it’s completely-

Silence.

Panting, you toss away the cleaver and take a moment to collect yourself, before you lean over to grab your dagger back into your own hand. Carefully, you stand back up, feeling the blood drops on your face. Tapping along the counter, you find your way back to the opened door. Looking through the door, you see a huge shadow that paints the wall across from you.

A rumble, followed by lightning.

The light reveals Sukuna, leaning on his shoulders, his arms are crossed in front of him, the upper part of his Kimono hanging from his waist, revealing his naked torso.

And the light also reveals you, with a ripped Kimono, that looks just like his and with blood on your face.

His eyes keep glowing through the darkness, looking down at you with his chin risen. His gaze is stern, looking right through you, into your soul.

And if you weren’t you, you would’ve crumbled under this gaze of your King. Out of fear and horror, like a normal person would.

But not you.

Not me.

Your lip twitches and you glare back at his face. Without saying a word, you turn to your left to walk further down the halls, vanishing into the darkness-

Lightning.

Not far from the kitchen door, you see that other doors grace the wall to your left and suddenly, you see a light illuminating behind the next corner. You stop in your tracks.

Quiet now.

Without a sound, you tug your dagger back into your obi and take out the bow and arrow instead. The light keeps moving and moving, until it’s about to reveal itself. Quietly, you nock the arrow, keep standing still right where you’re standing and finally, one of other kitchen maids walks into your vision. You remember her joking about Sukuna’s taste in food with the maid you just killed.

The candlelight illuminates her and some of the space around her, but it doesn’t reach far. You assume, that she won’t see you, that you stand in complete darkness, until she approaches you further.

Badum. Badum. Badum.

Shhhh.

You soothe yourself, as she keeps walking towards you, not seeing you. She holds a knife in her hand, walking carefully, watching the darkness.

Correcting your feet, you quietly breathe in.

Flex your core.

She walks closer.

A little higher.

Heartache.

You suppress the hiss in your lungs and aim at her head.

Breathe out.

Now she’s close enough, suddenly her eyes widen, as she see’s how the light of her candle suddenly engulfs your figure. You focus on her, your eyes twitching at her wide ones.

“Boo!” you say calmly, before you let go of your arrow.

Thump!

With a loud impact, the arrow buries itself into her forehead, yanking her towards the ground. The metal of the candle holder and her knife clank against the stone floor, as she twitches once or twice, until it’s silent again.

Finally.

You sniff proudly, before you lower your bow and walk up to her. Putting your foot on her sternum, you grab the arrow and rip it out of her skull. It breaks out easy and you watch her empty eyes for a second, before you look up to the doors. They look similar to the one to your-

Those must be their rooms.

“Mhm…” you mumble to yourself, as you’re walking back to the first door you saw. Wrapping your bow around your torso, you switch the arrow with your dagger.

Which one is hers?

You rip open the first door, see the head of the kitchen maids standing at her window, quickly turning around to you. Not the maid you hoped to see, but seeing the blood on her hands, you figure, that she must’ve helped Sayako to cut out her tongue…

and didn’t even bother to wash it off.

A candle is burning in the corner. Glaring and focusing at her, like you’re on a hunt, you walk slowly, eye her up and down.

And her eyes grow angry and scared.

“You’re complicit in killing that girl, aren’t you?” you say, nudging your chin at her hands. Avoiding to speak Akiko’s name feels like a reaction of your immune system, to keep pushing her into the back of your head.

To forget.

She just follows your motions with her eyes, not daring to say anything. The grip on your dagger tightens.

“I thought only her tongue was cut out, not yours too.” you smirk, loosing the tension, before you sit down on her futon.

“Look at you.” she starts talking quietly. “Being covered in blood, you sit there. You’re becoming just like him. Something evil, with an aura that people can’t help to be fascinated with, obsessed with. Gentrifying their thoughts and actions around you, just like Sayako.”

You frown amused at her, feeling almost flattered, while she continues.

“Although you’re just someone who happened to walk in here. With nothing but the clothes on your body and your past in your brain. Not realising, how you’re loosing yourself in the attention he gives you. Loosing yourself in the words he tells you, in those lips he touches you with. What if he-”

“So?” you huff. And after a pause your mouth turns into a grin, start to chuckle deviously. Rolling back, you lay on her futon, exhale amused and look softly at her.

She frowns in surprise, can’t answer.

“He is all I have.” you say softly, with a smirk on your face. “And I am his. I lost my heart to him and I don’t want it back. No matter what.”

She huffs and shakes her head.

“You’re so far gone.”

A pause.

Your eyes grow dark, as your smirk fades.

“I am.” you say in a serious tone, before you stand up and walk slowly to her. “You wanna know how far?” your voice threatening.

The maid averts your gaze as you step close to her, lean to her ear.

“Far enough, to feed that girl you killed to my King.” you lean closer. “Far enough, to make him act upon my wish and far enough to seek blood to make me feel better.” you whisper. “So… don’t act like you know anything better than me. Don’t forget who you’re speaking to.”

She huffs quietly, before she speaks.

“Well, who am I spea-“

Bam!

You interrupt her with a punch into her face. It’s hard, with the hilt of your dagger. You even hear the crack of her nose. She cries out and her hands fly into her face, trying to soothe the ache.

“Fucking bitch.” she hisses, earning another punch.

Bam!

“There was a time I almost thought we could’ve been friends.” you say calmly, mixing your voice with her cries, before your right hand grabs her hair and yanks her head downward. You stash away the dagger, take the candle with you and walk her back to the door.

“When you’ve been caring for me when I was sick, when you were nice to me at the well, when you prepared food for me.” you continue, while dragging her out of her chambers. “Aaaahhh. Old times.” you chime.

The maid struggles in your hold and you dig your nails deeper into her scalp. Walking a few steps, there’s another door and you stop, pondering.

There’s someone missing.

Someone you haven’t seen in a while.

“Hm.” you conclude, before you take the detour and open said door. A loud squeak is heard from the inside.

A loud, familiar squeak.

Walking inside, another lightning reveals the person. It’s the blind maid. Panicking, sitting trembling on her futon in darkness. The other maid tries to wriggle out of your grip.

“Leave her!”-

“Shut up.” you hiss, as she tries to punch you, making you respond with another punch right on her head. She shouts in pain and the blind maid starts whimpering. You drag the maid with you, closer to the blind one, before you crouch down in front of her, holding the candle into her face.

And you look at her. In silence. Without her knowing how close you are.

There are scars in the corners of her eyes, right where Sukuna’s slashes hit. Her eyes are closed, probably no eyeballs left.

She hides her face behind her fists in worry, nibbles on her nails and rocks back and forth.

And you can’t help to think she’s innocent.

“H-Hanae?” she asks quietly.

You raise your brows in awe, having learned another name.

Hanae.

You tug on her hair, making her grunt.

“I’m here.” she hisses.

“You’re coming with us.” you whisper gently. “C’mon. Take her hand.”

You put the candle next to you for a moment and guide the blind girls hand into one from Hanae. Grabbing the candleholder, you stand up and walk out of the room. Your fist doesn’t leave Hanae’s hair as you turn to your left and keep walking down the halls.

Quietly.

The storm seems to stop, giving you no occasional light to make you fully see where you’re going. But it doesn’t matter, you’ve been running down these halls in utter darkness before, so your candlelight will be perfectly fine. You walk them past the maid you’ve killed with your arrow.

Down, down, down those halls.

Where are you, Sayako?

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Suddenly, you hear footsteps. You stop in your tracks and listen. Another glow in the dark, flickering and stumbling, behind the very same corner the maid earlier came from. However, it doesn’t move so slowly. Not at all.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Sayako turns around the corner, holding a knife in her left hand and barely holding onto a candle holder in her wounded, right hand. The bandages are dripping red, still and it must hurt to even touch anything with those slit fingers.

She spots you and your hostages, making her grin widely. Crazy, almost.

“Who do we have here?” she chuckles, visibly excited to see you. “I assume, that you liked the gift I sent you? Making you parade through these halls, using everyone you come across to paint yourself full of your bloody misery.”

You clench your jaw, are ready to go straight at her, but-

Be calm!

Breathe!

Quietly, you stare at her, not answering to her yapping. Stare at her, like a predator that’s focusing on its prey.

And her grin fades.

“I hope Sukuna was embarrassed by your misery, hearing how pathetic you were, while you cried for that stupid bitch. I hope my King saw who you truly are-“

“Sayako!” Hanae interrupts, but Sayako keeps talking, gritting her teeth.

“A piece of garbage. A sick whore, who thinks she can do what she wants, just because he enjoys your oozing cunt!”

“Stop!”

You huff quietly, tugging on Hanae’s hair again.

“Do you wanna know, what he told me?” you start to speak, as a smirk creeps on your face. “What he made me say, before I-”

“I don’t give a shit what he told you! He is lost!!” she shouts at you, before she tosses away the candle. “You fucking witch!” she keeps going, as she suddenly charges into your direction, raising her knife, ready to stab you.

Thinking Sayako would have to slow down her moves in order to catch you when you hide, you pull Hanae in front of you, shielding you. The blind girl stumbles after her, losing the hold of Hanae’s hand, as you quickly take another step behind, when suddenly-

Splitch! Splitch! Splitch!

Sayako starts shouting in rage, while she keeps stabbing Hanae in order to get to you. You’re shocked, stumbling backwards and sideways, hearing Hanae’s painful screams, but keep her in front of you, shielding yourself from Sayako’s insanity, until you feel her hair pulling against your hand. Hanae’s knees give in, as she whimpers and cries and gasps for air and you let her go.

With a loud thump her body falls onto the floor and the blind maid starts to scream.

Sayako still aims at you and you dodge one of her blows, while you witness how the blind girl falls to her knees in the corner of your eye.

“Hanae! Hanae!” she screams, shaking Hanae’s lifeless body in order to wake her up.

Slit!

Sayako’s knife cuts your right arm, not too deep, making you focus back on her. Your back meets the wall and before she can wield her knife again, you raise your leg to kick her in her stomach.

And you hit, with all your force.

Bam!

She falls to the ground and you quickly pull your dagger out of your obi. Sayako is fast to gather herself, moves to her side and wants to get up, but you throw your candle and candleholder against her head instead.

With a loud clang, it hits her temple, making her loose balance and sink further back to the ground again. She cries out in pain, while the blind maid keeps screaming and wailing in the back.

The flame doesn’t extinguish, as the candle rolls around the floor, giving you the perfect vision to give her another

kick

against her face.

Oh it feels good.

Her head and upper body is thrown back at the force, but she catches herself after a second and looks back at you-

And her eyes scream into yours.

With rage.

With fear.

Panting.

You crouch down to her and stare at her, muster her. Watch how a little blood runs down her temple.

And suddenly it’s just you two. The blind girls screams and cries grow faint and mute in the distance.

Like predator and prey.

So calm and quietly.

“Too bad you didn’t catch fire.” you mumble, cold, as your focus shifts to the blood, that runs down her nose. “Unlike me.”

She huffs insecurely, before she turns into the other direction.

As if instinct and adrenaline shot through her veins, she quickly hurries back on her feet and runs. Giggling, she creates some distance between you and her, almost stumbling over dead Hanae.

Sayako slows down and turns back to you, breathing, her eyes wide, as her giggles turn into laughter.

“Look at you!” she sighs loudly, the faint light of the candle flickering on her figure. “You’ve changed!”

Your lip twitches in excitement.

Tap. Tap.

You tap with the tip of your dagger onto the cold stone floor.

She starts running and the surrounding sounds echo clearly into your ear again. The blind girl keeps crying, louder and louder. You get up and hop over dead Hanae’s body, following Sayako with large, determined steps.

Down through the halls.

With screams behind your back.

Left corner.

Right corner.

Sayako keeps giggling.

Up those stairs.

The doors open and you see Sayako’s silhouette run outside into the blue moonlight, when suddenly, the screams from inside the halls are cut off.

And you know it was him.

Out.

Your foot hits the grass, a cold breeze flows through your hair, as you keep your focus on Sayako. She runs towards the woods, that you’ve walked through with your Love, makes you remember his words to you, when you asked him to teach you how to fight.

And your heart aches and your eyes get wet at the thought of those memories, how important you already must have been to him back then.

To teach you at your wish.

And how important you must be to him now.

To sent you to kill Sa-

…to kill that Bitch.

To make you feel better.

To set you free.

You sniff, still walking fast behind her, the space growing being between the two of you. As soon as she reaches the trees, you quickly stash away your dagger and in one fluid motion, unwrap the bow from your torso, pull out the arrow and nock it.

Too late.

Step.

No!

Halt. Her calf.

Breathe.

Shoot!

You let go, making your arm sting. It flies and flies, steady, until it grazes her thigh, makes her cry out loud in pain, makes her bleed, makes her stumble and almost fall. Your arrow lands into the thicket, down into the darkness and you realise, that it’ll be impossible to find again this night.

Fuck!

You stomp your foot angry onto the ground, before you hurry after the Bitch, who now only limbs her way through the thicket and trees into the darkness of the forest. Tossing, the bow away and into the grass, you reach the trees, feeling a dark energy looming behind you.

It’s him.

You turn around, see the tall silhouette of Sukuna emerge from the entrance of the shrine, walking slowly. Adrenaline starts pumping in your veins again and you turn back forward, crawling and tippling through that thicket. Slow.

The branches scratch and poke you through your kimono, it hurts, but you keep being focused on your goal.

My goal…

Focus.

To revenge.

To forget.

And what else?

And to make him mine.

And mine only.

No bitch to bother me.

’Cause I am his and he’ll be mine.

For now and all eternity.

Crack.

The sound rips you out of your thoughts. The Bitch has been moving forward and forward, moving towards that clearing where the moonlight hits the ground. That clearing where he saved you from those beasts, months ago.

Another step, another scratch and another branch that cracks beneath your foot and you step onto that clearing. The Bitch is still limping and you can see, that a big, red stain has formed on her kimono where your arrow hit.

She slows down and turns to you.

“When I think about it.” she starts, panting, her breath forming a cloud into the cold air. “I knew you’ve changed. I knew it when I heard you in the kitchen. So loud and filthy, breaking all of our hearts at once. What a vile bitch you are.”

You feel Sukuna’s presence arriving in the thicket behind you. So silently, while she keeps talking.

“At first I thought, what you made me do with my finger was just a silly, evil mood of yours. A way to revenge my little kick to your head, but no… You enjoy this.” she starts chuckling. “So I enjoyed, what I did to your little friend.”

You clench your jaw, as you stare at her wordlessly, while you slowly draw your dagger from your obi.

“I’m proud of you. Your garbage self became a pathetic monster who thinks she’s something. Prancing around in those halls, bewitching our King.”

You can‘t help, but to scoff at her words.

“Maybe I should’ve done the same, should’ve thought of some kind of spell, some kind of sorcery, six years ago.” she sighs, while looking up into the sky.

Wait.

“Six years ago?” you frown suspiciously and she chuckles, her eyes growing soft.

“When he took me in, as a price for destroying that muddy village next to mine.” she smiles.

Was she…

“Everyone was so proud of me, thinking I was to become his queen, someone royal and respected. And I did, too, until I learned what’s going on here. But I kept fighting and made sure I stood by his side, even though his soul never appeared approachable in any kind.”

…the price for my freedom?

“And then someday, you knocked on this very door!” she starts shouting, pointing with the knife into the void of the trees, directing to the shrine’s door. “And he changed, lost his mind and soul like he never did before! Six years worth of effort became in vain over some beggar like you! Stinky and foul on the outside and inside!”

Just like now.

“I hate you!” she shouts.

And you realise how similar the both of you are and always have been. It makes you smile.

“I hate you, too.” you say softly and from your heart, almost like you’re talking to an old friend. It makes her huff.

“Now tell me, how did you like my response to the audacity of yours to act like his fucking queen, when in reality he just can’t see the filth that you are??” she hisses.

The energy behind you grows darker, making your smile fade and your fingers tighten around the handle of your dagger, before you start moving forward.

Enough.

“Her screams so pathetic, so shrill, like a small baby, that’s been scared by a mere shadow.”

Clenching your jaw, you keep listening to what she’s saying.

“Started crying like a little child, when she lost her ability to beg for mercy.”

Your blood starts boiling.

Merge with your weapon.

”Too bad you couldn’t see her hollow eyes, when I fed her to my King.” you growl, as you approach her, lunging your dagger.

Her eyes widen in horror, before she’s quick enough to dodge your attack.

“What’s the matter?” you hiss, as you aim another time, this time slicing into her right upper arm.

Don’t think.

She cries out, as drops of blood fly through the air, before she suddenly buries the handle of her knife into your temple.

Bam!

You groan in agony, can’t see straight, as you try to reach for her hand that’s holding her knife to prevent her from attacking further, but she cuts into your fingers instead.

Don’t let her be faster than me!

Another pump of adrenaline shoots through you, making you rip your eyes open wide.

See!

“What’s the matter, you ask?” she shouts, before lunging her knife at you. “How dare you!”

You dodge with your upper body, but she buries the blade into your left thigh.

Splerch!

“Fuck!” you shout, the pain stinging badly. It feels like she even hit your bone and you can sense, that the energy, that’s sitting hiding in the trees, grows darker and darker every second.

And it reaches your soul.

You can feel it.

The darkness is growing in you. Consuming you.

She chuckles darkly, as she pulls out the knife from the flesh of your thigh and in the split of a second you turn away and run into the other direction, back to the trees.

“What now? This isn’t over!” she keeps shouting and you hear her running after you.

Your thigh keeps hurting, but you try your best to be fast.

At least faster than her.

Step. Step. Step. Step.

Fuck!

No!

Concentrate!

Step.Step...Step.Step.

Be calm!

Left hand.

Her left hand!!

Breathe!!

Step.Step.Step.Step.

You almost stumble, but you turn around and your swing your blade, see the Bitch running behind you, only a few yards away, before you let go of your dagger, aiming at the hand she’s holding her knife in.

Please.

Splitch!

The blade buries into her wrist, not exactly the point you aimed for, but it’s good enough. She screams and looses her own knife at the impact and stops running, bending her body in agony.

And you loose no time.

You start to sprint into her direction, despite the blood and pain in your thigh and tackle her harshly to the ground.

Thwump!

“You’re right. It isn’t!” you growl, as you straddle her and punch into her face. The punch so hard, blood starts crawling out of her nose again, before it mixes with the blood on her lips.

More.

Seeing her bleed from your punch fuels the darkness within you even more. It tickles in your veins, like boiling alcohol. With her being stunned from the punch, you take the opportunity to pull out your dagger from her wrist, causing the blood to run out of her arm and grab her hands, before you clamp her arms between your knees against her sides.

And then you punch her again.

Bam!

She spits blood.

And you start trembling from the excitement, start to gasp and rip your eyes wide open.

More!

A punch with the handle of your dagger.

You start chuckling, feel how she’s struggling beneath your legs like a fish on dry ground. The feeling so good, you feel the excitement overflow. Feel like you need to see more and more of her blood again. Your vision grows foggy, but so clear and sharp at the same time, as if your rage makes you so blind, but so aware, as if you can see with every sense in your being. The darkness keeps growing, your brain starts heating up, your heart is aching and you feel the need to punch her again.

Over and over and over again.

Bam!

Thwump!

Plorrkk!

And you can’t help but to laugh.

All those suppressed feelings over the passed time that you’re in this shrine, all the disrespect, the pain and the anger she’s caused and fuelled in your soul, they all come out as a laugh of insanity.

And you enjoy this.

With all your heart.

But your heart?

It’s aching so badly, almost ripping apart, as if he misses you so much, but you know he’s right behind you.

Watching. Enjoying.

As if he’s growing proud of the cruelty that you’ve become.

As if he wants to join you and your fun.

Almost as if he wants to fuck you into nirvana, right into the ground next to her body.

Oh and you would love it. Would love to let him carnally take you and make her witness with her last breath, that you’re his and he’s yours.

To let her know, who you are and what she never was.

To teach her the respect she never had.

To burn into her brain, that it was a mistake to fuck with you, that it was a mistake to kill Aki-

Thwump!

Another punch, that renders her unable to move, but not unconscious. She still keeps blinking, her eyes looking empty, her chest still moving, breathing slightly.

You run your thumb soothingly over the bruise you printed on her right cheek.

“Shhhh.” you coo. “Sukuna is here, you know, watching.”

Then you grab her by her jaw, squeezing her cheeks and give her a kiss on her forehead.

“And I’m glad, that he and the moon can both witness your misery tonight.” you whisper at her bloody face. Her eyes grow wide in terror, as she sees your face, your eyes. She panics, as she’s unable to move beneath your hold and you notice familiar sounds of growls coming from inside the woods.

Oh. Right.

Those Curses.

They’re waiting.

But you ignore them and keep your focus on your prey beneath.

“Now cry like a little child.” you spit at her, before you force her mouth open. “Say aaa!”

She starts screaming, squirming and struggling beneath your body, as you move the tip of your dagger down her mouth, poking through her tongue and piercing through. Her screams grow shrill, it hurts in your ear.

Hurts so good.

So satisfying.

Blood pools in her mouth and her eyes roll back, as she winds herself in pain. She chokes and coughs and cries and screams, as you cut through the muscle that made her able to speak those foul words, that flew right from her lips and throat like poison.

And it makes you laugh, makes you feel insane and cruel and happy and you can sense, that the beasts within the woods are impatient, ready to step out into the moonlight.

“Look at you.” you mock her. “I bet even she didn’t look so pathetic, compared to you.”

This sweet torture and revenge, it makes your heart go through the roof.

“Keh Keh Keh! Ahhhh!” you chuckle as you finally feel the muscle tear apart. Burying the dagger into the ground next to her head, you grab the tongue with your bare fingers and rip it out of her mouth.

Splitch!

Her screams grow silent, as you raise the tongue into your vision, while she keeps twitching under you. Mustering it for a second, you notice how she stopped fighting.

“Oy!” you slap her cheek, make her face turn to your right.

Nothing.

You quickly tug the tongue into your obi and raise her upper body. She doesn’t move, lost consciousness.

“I’m not ready yet, Sayako.” you whisper at her, before slapping her cheek another time.

And again.

And it wakes her up.

The Bitch starts coughing violently, spitting her own blood right into your face and you start to smile.

“There you go.” you chuckle, as she catches herself and calms down.

Looking back into your eyes, she grows horrified, before you yank her back down to the ground.

She moves, her hands slipped out from between your legs and find your arms, while she tries to speak, but only muffled noises come out of her mouth, making it impossible to understand. Her nails dig into your arms, as she starts crying and kicking again, while you take the dagger back into your hands.

“You held your promise with the tongue.” you hover over her, placing the tip of the dagger over her chest. “So I’m gonna do the same.”

She panics and screams and kicks and bends, knowing what’s about to come, but the strength in her hands is not nearly enough to yank you away. You slowly push the dagger into her ribcage, while your right hand guides the blade and your left hand pushes on the hilt, until you feel a resistance.

“Mh.” you hum, before you pull out the knife again, take the handle with both hands and raise it above your head.

“Bitch.” you sneer, before you stab her chest with all your might, aiming not directly at her heart, slicing through her bones.

She screams, but her vocal cords already give in, making it sound hoarse and voiceless. You pull the blade down, opening her rip cage even more.

Sayako starts to hyperventilate, her body starts to shake and tremble, her hands search and bury themselves into the dirt next to her. Your heart is pounding against your own chest, as you lean down and take a sniff.

This scent.

Of death and fear. It pushes you.

“Ahhhh.” you chime.

Like in trance, like on a high, your fingers find the edges of her bones and with all your might you crack it open, revealing her lungs and barely beating heart in front of you, the sudden force on her making her stop moving entirely.

Badum… Badum… Ba…dum…

“So weak.” you hiss, before you chuckle. Looking up to her face, her eyes grew empty. Hollow.

Another look at her heart.

Silence.

It’s sitting still, right there in her chest.

She’s gone.

You grab her jaw and turn her face to look at you.

And your eyes grow soft and your heart slows down.

Your hand moves from her jaw and grabs her heart, fingers burying into her insides, squeezing right into the remaining warmth of her lifeless body. The adrenaline recedes, and with the last strength you have within you, you rip it out.

And at the same time, it feels like he rips your own heart out as well.

You sigh loudly, catch your breath, before you look at it.

The moonlight shines its light upon it, makes the blood glistening and shining.

So small.

You sigh.

It’s over.

A pause.

Exhausted, you lean back and get back up on your feet. Your thigh feels like it’s about to give in, but it will be enough to go back. Tugging the dagger back into your obi, you suddenly feel something sniff at you.

Something huge.

It’s close.

And you almost forgot its there.

Almost forgot, during the bloodlust you felt.

You turn to your left and see a huge beast standing right before you. One of those curses, much taller than the ones which attacked you, much taller than the ones which are probably still sitting in the woods, ready to come out.

And you look it in the eye, staring right into its soul.

Feeling no fear whatsoever.

And somehow, you think, that it won’t hurt you.

It’s not here because of you.

It’s because of her-

Swooosh!

A fire arrow suddenly flies through the air and hits it right through its skull, making it collapse and fall to its knees right before your feet. A certain kind of self awareness and power creeps through your whole body, that the impact didn’t even make you flinch.

You watch the beast burn and crackle and stink right before your eyes, before you turn around and see Sukuna standing at the trees. The moonlight hits his figure and his eyes glare at you, before you start to walk up to him, squeezing Sayako’s heart into your fist. Your thigh feels worse with every step and you grow slower, until you arrive at the woods where Sukuna is standing.

And he looks down at you, his eyes containing a hint of softness towards your blood covered figure.

You blink at him, before you wordlessly limp into the trees, back to the shrine.

Slowly.

Step by step.

Branches cracking beneath your feet.

And you hear how he follows you.

How he follows every step you take.

Tugging at your heart.

Then you see the shrine, see a bunch of maids standing right in front of its entrance, looking at you.

And you wonder if they’re in fear or in awe.

You’ve never seen most of them before, but you don’t question it, since there were always other maids at the hearings before and you’ve never seen every corner of the shrine.

However, you’re surprised to see them, wonder if they’re happy or mad about your return. Uraume walks into the doorstep, looking sternly at you.

Quietly, you walk past the maids, see how they lower their gaze, as you walk by. You blink at Uraume and they bow their head and you don‘t question it, before you step into the door and carefully walk down the stairs.

Back, into your shrine.

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From the Ashes Pt.52

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, MC POV

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There were whispers in the darkness of your mind as you find yourself unconscious. The last thing you could recall was a large tail slamming into the much smaller figure of Latilth.

Even when you try to listen in on these soft murmurs, it slips between your fingers. It was a darkness you were unfamiliar with. A nothingness to it. When you'd found yourself knocked into a state of numb sleep, you'd usually dream in flames. The Warrior as you once had called your future self would be there to comfort you or even the caressing voice of your mother. You were frozen, suspended in a fetal position. You knew you had to move. That you couldn't waste time. Outside was a battle raging against the Morghons, darkin and members of the Red Temple. As much as you try and peel your eyelids open, it's useless. Wherever you were, you weren't going anywhere any time soon.

At least it gives you time to ruminate over what the ancient ones had said. That you would actually lead to doom. They'd seen it in their own visions and were so convinced that they would stop at nothing to see you dead and their Shadowlands safe. Quite contradictory compared to the visions which Thalina and Alizah had concerning you ending the Long Night.

So far whatever they had foretold came to fruition. The Morghons, while old and powerful beings, couldn't be trusted. You used to not be comfortable with the title of R'hllor's Champion. Impossible when all your life you'd been treated as a lesser being even if you were the Warden of the West's daughter. You'd been in disbelief like your brother at a daunting prospect as that. Now, after spending months at the temple and speaking with Azor Ahai himself, you accept everything as truth. The fire-reading red priestesses had been right. Thalina had seen you in Westeros; even better was the future she saw of you and Latilth. Lightbringer was in your possession and you could control it's divine fire. Daft you would be if you still thought all of it hogwash.

Doubt had always had a home in your heart. Nestled tightly into your being like a tick. But not anymore. Training and Latilth helped you to pinch off that parasitic thing. The Morghons threatened to infect you once again with it. You shouldn't listen to them. Not until they provided you with irrefutable proof. You couldn't believe them blindly.

Affirmations ringing in your subconscious, you once more attempt to will life into any muscle that was willing to respond. That's when you hear the strong, pounding thud of someone's heart beating. Whose mighty heart reached out to you?

Finally your eyes flutter open to see the stunned, single blue eye of Inniros staring right back at you.

In retrospect, it wasn't your smartest idea to willingly go with the Morgans. Honestly, it was downright suicidal.

"You can't go." Weles grabs onto your arm in an attempt to stop you. "Nuha kosh-"

"They'll keep coming back." You remind him. "They will not give up until they have me dead or alive."

Even when you turn to Rhiannon for some sense of support you find her face struck with horror and her own hand reaching out to you. Her large gold eyes beg you not to make such a dangerous decision. If you had a dream of changing their minds, it was to insist upon evidence that you would be the reason for basically the end of days. From your peripheral, you watch them as they wait for you. They were patient enough, already knowing that they had won the battle. Their powers and dragon were too great, even for the many darkin you had in your arsenal.

"(y/n), wait for the masters to come back." Jalsolin whispers, his own eyes were fixed on the trio of faceless figures. Their own massive winged beast, who possessed scales that appear to be crafted from the very essence of the sea itself. Beautiful it would be were it not for the fact that it had nearly killed both you and Latilth. "They'll know what to do."

While everyone else is staring at the Morghons, Ray and Melisandre are regarding you in an oddly tender way. They. . . They trusted you. You want to ask them if they'd seen anything in their flame reading earlier that day. Anything that may aid you. Ray merely closes his eyes and consents with a gentle head nod of encouragement. Melisandre pulls back Rhiannon with a tender hand that appears ghost white against the red of Rhiannon's dress. About to protest, she looked into the scarlet eyes and saw the calm and reassurance. Helplessly, she turns back to you, her eyebrows still furrowed, but the severity of her frown has lessened. Her hand that had been outstretched lowers to grip at her skirt. Loviisa and Ulian appeared to be waiting for the outcome.

"Do you really think they'll be enough to stop them?" You ask the copper-blonde darkin who seemed to deflate even more at the question for even he didn't know. "Who knows when they'll get here anyway. My best option is trying to change their mind on killing me."

Everyone is quiet, accepting your choice albeit with great hesitation. Finally you look at Inniros and Latilth. Your heart broke to see fresh blood on her creamy scales and her putting weight on only one of her haunches. She wouldn't be able to go with you. Your eyes prickle with the hurt her absence was already having on you. What would you do without her warmth?

Inniros regards Latilth and her injuries, nearly reading your mind before turning to you. "I'll take care of her." While his voice was monotone as usual, you saw the flicker of his promise and how serious he would take it. His eyepatch was still gone, exhibiting a concave hollow in his skull where the eyeball used to be. Scars line the edges speaking of a forceful removal of his orb. He wasn't handsome, not like Rhaegar or Jaime but you were beginning to find his sullen features charming as he had gained more color to his features since leaving Volantis.

You'd also grown used to his quiet company, especially when sleeping under the stars.

You purse your lips and turn your heels to leave until something sharp yanks at your scalp. Yelping, you swirl back around to see Inniros with a strand of blonde hair between his forefinger and thumb. You gape while having a hand pressed to your head but there's a glint on his face that has you shutting your mouth. Without speaking he hands it to a prepared Loviisa who deftly puts it into one of the folds in her dress for safekeeping.

Of course you couldn't leave before wrapping your arms around Latilth's neck. Her sad cooing strikes you in your chest. "Nyke'll sagon arlī, ñuha jorrāelagon mēre. (I'll be back, my dear one.)" In understanding, she closes her eyes and presses into your embrace. "Sagon sȳz se sagon kostōba.(Be good and be strong.)"

Painful to pull away from her, you bite down hard on your bottom lip to prevent it from trembling but also to distract that tears that wanted to spill free onto your cheeks. Like parting with your own soul. You had to trust in yourself just as much as they were trusting you to return safely. None of them blink as they watch you walk up to the Morghons. Fearless, you glance up at them.

With no lips, their mouth can't help but gape open revealing many sharp teeth. You don't know how they were able to see with no eyes but all three of them appear to be 'looking' at you with tilted heads of intrigue. Tattered garb flutters around them, robes that must have been centuries old but there wasn't a stain on it despite being held together by stretched out threads. With no nose, they breathe through their mouth in almost a hissing manner, low and piercing that has the small hairs on the back of your neck standing at attention. Unable to control the flopping of your own stomach at the sight of them, you walk right past and to the dragon that watches you with dull eyes. For as massive as it was, long cuts from Latilth's teeth and claws are still bleeding freely. Obeying a silent command from it's masters, it lowers a long neck and crouches on haunches so that you could climb atop of it. Scales rough and jutting out allows you to climb easily up it's side. Your body aches and lets out a protest with pangs of pain in your joints. You were spared any real injuries from your fall. You didn't exactly know how, but you only suffered from terrible bruises. Even so, the climb up wasn't the easiest. The Morghons were already there, having teleported thanks to their power without offering you a hand. That was fine by you. The last thing you wanted from them was help. You didn't want them touching you.

With a single wave of their hands, they summoned intricate runes in the air, weaving a spell of stability around you that assured you would not fall off during your flight. Undertone being that you would also be unable to escape even if you changed your mind. The spell formed a shimmering, translucent barrier that cocooned you in a safe but restricting embrace.

Under you, you felt the massive body stretch it's wings preparing to take flight into the sky. Immense power trembled beneath you, its muscles flexing as it readied itself for the soaring ascent. Even with the spell keeping you pinned to its wide and expansive back, you find yourself clenching down. Muscles coiled like springs, and then with a sudden surge of energy, it launched itself into the air. You couldn't say you were riding it exactly. You were more of a passenger since you doubt anyone could successfully fly him without the muzzle of magic that the Morghons had on it.

There would be no last looks goodbye as the ground became more distant, the figures of your friends becoming specks with indiscernible features. For the first time in years, you would be completely alone. A daunting thought, but you didn't want your mind to linger on that, though. Nothing good would come of you lingering on your solidarity.

Intense wind whips your eyes dry so that you are forced to squeeze them tightly and press yourself further into the rough scales beneath you. Roaring gusts assault your ears and you shove your hands to dull that sense as well. Twice now you'd be able to boast of being atop of a dragon, unfortunately neither time had been exactly pleasant. Each time you were too concerned about your life to really enjoy the thrill of riding a dragon. While you were admittedly scared for what you would find going with them, you wouldn't as scared as you would have been years ago. Even going to Dragonstone all alone at a young age had you crying each night. Thalina kept you company in those early days. She'd noticed early on how nervous you would get when nighttime fell and you were reluctant to go to bed. She didn't spare a second thought when curling next to you in your bed, lulling you peacefully to sleep with stories of dragons and their riders. Now you faced things with a bit more grit. You wouldn't be reduced to tears although you knew you would miss Latilth and everyone else greatly.

Barely able to peel one eyelid open, you find yourself high up in the sky, among the fluffy clouds and wide expanse of blue. The wind had died done as the massive dragon kept an easy glide now. You look off to either side of you at the vast wingspan and the small holes you see in the thin membrane. This was definitely a dragon that had been through strife in it's life. Remembering Latilth trying to dislodge that odd crystal from it's back, your eyes wander to the nape of it's neck where it was still securely wedged between scales and flesh. The red of it shimmers as if its alive. Something in you coils unpleasantly as you keep staring at it. Latilth had been trying so desperately to get it off. It had to be what was controlling this dragon.

Two Morghons have their backs to you while one watches you intently. It must be the same way Alizah can see you despite the fact that she was blind. Robes that you could now see were a faded dark purple swirl about his gold adorned ankles that lead to ugly skeletal feet with long nails. It's head tilts from one side then slowly to the other as he regards you. With the breeze making it's hood flutter about, you could tell underneath was a bald head with gray skin and speckled resembling a robin's egg. You wished it would turn it's face away from you. Having it's entire attention on you was uncomfortable but you refused to be the first one to look away. You hold his eyeless stare boldly.

Not able to handle the silence though, you ask "Where are you taking me?"

"You wish to see for yourself the future that we see." It rasps out. "We are taking you back home to show you. Beyond the Mountains of the Morn and across the Hidden Sea from the City of the Winged Men. That is where we call home."

You attempt to conjure up an image of a map of the Shadowlands. Where it was describing was deep in the Shadowlands. Far past where anyone has ventured. The City of the Winged Men was where one of the darkin masters were from.

What kind of home could these things have? You were about to find out although now you were feeling trepidation sweating your hands. You were overly aware of your lack of Lightbringer. The red priestesses always said that Lightbringer was merely an extension of you and not your source of power. It helped to center that power, using the sword as a proxy. You hadn't tried to summon R'hllor's flames without your sword. Guessing that if the time came, your instincts would kick in. They always did in your greatest time of need.

There would be no more words shared as the Morghon who had been speaking to you turns it's back, once more facing away from you. Now you could relax if only a fraction.

Everyone watched as the Morghon's turquoise dragon disappeared out of sight, over the mountains, and gone. Weles cursed and angrily paced, trying to think of one thing that could have changed the outcome of the day. Blame eats at his brain, remembering the promise he made with the Golden Boy Jaime Lannister. He'd promised to keep an eye on her. Keep her safe. Remembered vowing in front of the High Priest himself that he would see you back to the temple safely. He was chief of the Fiery Hand, trained in both steel and the blessed magic of R'hllor. Ray watched the captain unfurl in his composure. Comfort was not what Weles wanted or needed in that moment. Pressing his lips firmly together, he does share a few hushed words with Melisandre. Even Jalsolin and Ulian are jittery and agitated. None of this sat right with them. Letting (y/n) go so easily. Surely, they should have fought harder.

Inniros continued to keep his eye trained to the sky, his hands occupied with soothing Latilth who was doing her best not to take off and follow her mistress. The she-dragon let out mournful trills, knowing she must stay behind.

He understands how the dragon feels, digging his own feet firmly into the dirt and mentally grounding himself there. At least he had taken a precaution. Pulling a strand of her hair for a location spell once the masters arrived. They could find her. The Morghons were powerful but even they couldn't strip their own shadows from themselves. There was nowhere they could hide, and the darkin wouldn't be able to find them. As long as shadows existed, they'd be able to find them. He just had to bide his time.

Like Inniros, Rhiannon found it impossible to remove her eyes from where the Morghon's dragon had just became a blip. Dread seized her and shook her in its grasp. Stubbornly, she tries to will her tears back into her eyes. (y/n) was by herself. She was completely alone with no ally from whom she could summon strength. Her mouth dries out, tongue heavy and coated in sand. There was nothing she could have done to stop this.

"Have faith, hāedar (little sister)." Thalina would tell her when she felt as though all hope were lost. Especially when they were starving on the streets.

And Rhiannon would pout, not liking that perpetual reply from her older sister. Sure, she read the scripture of R'hllor and studied to become a priestess in order to stay in the temple free of charge, but did she really believe? "But what is faith? Everyone is always droning on about it." She'd go on to mock the elder priests and priestesses. " 'Have faith in R'hllor child!'"

Thalina's peel of delighted laughter. She loved how her little sister was curious enough to ask questions. "Faith, my dear sister, is a flame that burns within our hearts, guiding us through the darkest of times."

For the night is dark and full of terrors. Yes, Rhiannon had heard plenty of that rhetoric and nearly drowned out Thalina's words until her older sister places a gentle hand against her cheek to draw back her attention. Thalina's pools of liquid sunshine captured within her gaze makes Rhiannon feel a burst of love for her sister.

"It's the unwavering belief that something greater than us watches over, protects, and cherishes us."

Rhiannon uses her arm to wipe her eyes.

"The first test of faith is always the most difficult one." Melisandre whispers, suddenly at Rhiannon's side.

"Did you see her coming back to us in the flames?" The younger girl sniffles, unwilling to meet Melisandre's attention.

"No. The flames were unwilling to yield a vision of her return. But, R'hllor offered us something else." She lingers, lets Rhiannon absorb that thought. "She will call upon the darkin." Her eyes roll over to Inniros who is speaking in a hushed tone with Loviisa. "The Morghons will see how wrong they were. They will see the power Azor Ahai Reborn wields."

Slowly being pulled from four dark spots in the earth, the figures of Master Batur, Lady Nazneen, Qheen and Syzhal appear but the paleness of their faces tell everyone that they already knew what had happened. Master Batur's jaw clenches down tightly and shoots Syzhal glower. "Find where Master Ameer is. Now."

She nods quickly. "Yes Master Batur." She sinks back into the ground.

"You're setting her up for failure." Lady Nazneen comments dryly. "You know as well as I know that Master Ameer always wears his amulets specifically so as not to be tracked. Not even by us."

He turns to his fellow darkin master. The severity of his face doesn't let up. "It's better than doing nothing at all. Syzhal was a good student of his and was quick to pick up weaving. If anyone could find Master Ameer, it's your Syzhal."

Lady Nazneen preens slightly at his comment toward her ward. Her pretty green eyes turn to Loviisa who is retrieving the strand of (y/n)'s hair that Inniros had yanked from her head before she was taken. Her long, elegant face carries an air of regality, framed by a cascade of luscious mauve hair that cascades gracefully down her back. Slender, dexterous fingers, she holds a strand of bright blonde hair. "I'll get started with this. Priestess." She turns to Melisandre and Rhiannon. "I could use both of your assistance."

It's obvious Melisandre doesn't trust Nazneen one bit. If it was to aid in her champion, she was willing to suck it up and lets the shadowdancer take her arm. Nazneen glances expectantly at Rhiannon. Over her shoulder, Latilth watches. The youngling was in good hands. She could trust Inniros to protect her.

"Kesi ūndegon zirȳla arlī (We will see her again)." Rhiannon says to the opal dragon. It's a promise more so for herself than for the benefit of Latilth. But Latilth had such a large understanding of humans and understands her. The anxiety that made Latilth jittery fades as Rhiannon's vow soothes her. She takes Nazneen's arm and the three of them disappear.

Ulian manages to wordlessly grab the attention of his master and he began signing to him. Hand signals conveyed his intention clearly—to venture after (y/n), to track the Morghons silently, and ensure her safety by keeping a vigilant eye on her. He would not interfere unless (y/n) was truly in danger at the last moment.

Master Batur grimaces. "No. You stay here." Steely blue flick over to Ray and Weles who still has the look like he's about to be sick. Inniros found the chief's face amusing. This was a new side to the strong Weles. "You have seen in your flames, have you not?"

He nods, his blonde hair shimmering though there was a fog thick above. This was the first time the darkin master had addressed the red priest. Ray had been a mostly silent fixture, only in the background just in case anyone required his intervention. That was the reason why he was added to their expedition. Only if his skill set was called of him. "She will call when she is ready."

Returning to Ulian, the darkin instructor tells him "Now is not the time. You risk yourself if you follow them. You are young and have not even traveled past the fallen city of Stygai. You will not survive out there by yourself."

The mute finds no help though his efforts are valiant. Inniros, Jalsolin and Qheen observe him. In the end, he had to obey his master. Numbly, Ulian nods and stands back with his brothers.

"What shall we do, Master Batur?" Jalsolin asks.

"We do what the darkin have always done: wait for Azor Ahai's summon."

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