#what a stupid fucking tree i’m kind of obsessed

[welcometohighwater]

bradford pears are so fucking funny to me. you can tell that like 40-50 years ago they were probably considered Good Trees for generic american landscaping purposes, because they grow in a pleasing shape to a pleasing size for people to be satisfied by their treeness, and they make pretty blooms. but then we started to realize, oh these things fucking stink. and then we realized, oh even though we can’t eat the fruits the birds seem to enjoy carrying them around everywhere and making more of these stinky trees huh. and we also realized, damn if you don’t baby this thing like crazy when it’s coming up, it is so fucking brittle that a widdle baby thunderstorm will split the thing in half and crush your car. and now they’re illegal in ohio

[silv3rswirls]

Fawn

warnings: 18+, age gap(reader is 18), coercion, corruption, praise, humiliation, dirty talk, hair pulling, gaslighting and manipulation, alcoholism, some religious themes/talk, virgin/innocent reader, dark thoughts/fantasies, very vague mentions of familial abuse, shamming, obsession, overall yoongi is a ✨creep✨

Note: sometimes I piss myself off because I've been dying over this fic for days and now I don't even like it much anymore- can I have nothing?😭idk might start writing more smut now??

You were a fawn in headlights when he first saw you in that clearing. Your back had been to him and at first, he had swore and scoffed at you because who hangs around in the woods disturbing his peace? Everyone in this town knew he lurked behind the tree line, drinking himself stupid and doing whatever fucked up activities they rumored him to. Yoongi never minded being the talk of the town. He’d been an outcast since his teenage years. Since he stopped going to church with his family like every other prim family populating the place. They took some fun teenage rebellion and ran with it- he liked to think himself not as messed up as people whispered he was. He’d always thought himself not to be until he met you.

He found you picking berries and flowers, anything that looked pretty out in the forest. You were kneeling trying to choose the perfect dandelion to add to your basket when he stormed over; pissed that someone was in his usual drink until he couldn’t move anymore spot. He liked it because it was a short walk from where he liked to stare at the Sunday churchgoers leaving and freak them out. He could recall seeing you before, always glued to your mother's side wherever you went.

But he stayed away and kept to himself like always. He couldn’t say he had many, if any, friends around here. He’d been on his own since graduating and his family moved away shortly after. He hadn’t been close to them at the time so being left alone was welcomed at first. As for everyone else; if someone didn’t fit in around here they were an outcast without much care and it seemed that no one cared for him.

“What are you doing?” He barked, scowling as he approached you. Bottles clinked in the bag he was loosely holding and his cigarette was at the end of its life. You stood up, stumbling back a bit in shock. Yoongi wasn’t a kind person, so you’d heard, and his appearance didn’t do anything to help. He was scowling, his hair was frazzled from rolling out of bed an hour or so ago. Dressed in darker colors, a sweater and thick coat layered in him. You wanted to laugh over how tired and grumpy he looked, but the nervous swirl in your stomach told you not to.

“I’m just picking flowers” You straightened up, knuckles white as you gripped the basket and your free hand smoothing down your skirt. 

“Well this is my spot” he rolled his eyes. He didn’t want to hear your stupid humming or see that ridiculous frilly dress you were in. Something about it pissed him off, he couldn’t place it exactly, but whatever it was would put a damper on his getting shitfaced in the woods plan for today. Besides, you had just come from Sunday service, he didn’t need any annoying pestering about drinking or sinning, or whatever he was sure you would pester him about.

Your eyes landed in his bag, before flicking up to him a bit wide. “Are you drinking out here?”

“So what if I am?”

He watches you look around, pressing your lips together for a moment. “Could I try?” His brows raised in surprise. interesting outcome of all of this he supposed? “It’s just, I’ve always wanted to.”

“I know your mom, she’s crazy, you know? Where is she?”

“Still at service, she helps plan the food drive” You smiled a bit proud, “It’s next week.”

Yoongi hummed. She was a nutjob, he’d lost track of how many times she’d harassed him in the past month alone. “So while she’s planning to feed the needy you want to drink?” You nodded and he looked around in disbelief. Was this a joke? Was someone going to jump out and condemn him for even entertaining this? 

“Here” he fished out a bottle and held it out to you. He watched you smile, a curious twinkle in your eyes as you carefully set your flowers down and took it. He waited for you to try, there wasn’t anything better to do anyway.

Your sudden shyness poked him the wrong way. He watched you bring it to your lips for a moment before lowering it with a new nervous expression. Second guessing your rebellion? “Come on” he urged, moving to grab your arm and pull you over to him. You stumbled, kicking over your flowers and stepping on them as he dragged you over.

“Hey-” you cringed, the bottle clinking against your teeth as Yoongi held you firm in place and forced the drink into your mouth. “I don’t like it” You managed to get out between the burn of liquor and sputtering as you tried to breathe. You broke away, yoongi dumping the rest of the bottle onto you; dripping it down your hair and face, and soaking your pink cardigan. “Why would you do that?” Your voice wobbled, and your eyes were wet as you looked at him.

“You said you wanted to try, stop being a baby about it.” He rolled his eyes. He watched the heat of embarrassment color your cheeks, big wet streaks stained your face and your hair clumped wet against your skin. “Get out of here now and don’t come back.” 

He watches you grab your things and scurry away, and in the distance, he can hear your mother scolding you from the parking lot. 

“Why does everyone hate Yoongi?”

The already tense air between you and your mother grew thicker on the ride home. She was angry over the smashed flowers you brought her for her centerpieces and even angrier over your now damp and smelly clothing. The fact that you had come running back to the car in tears, crying like a child over Yoongi.  

“Isn’t what he did to you answer enough sweetheart?” She sighed, “He’s never been right, even when he was your age.” She cringed, “Ever since his parents left he’s gotten worse. He’s a creep honey, stay away from him.”

“His parents left him?” You perked up slightly, basically ignoring everything else she said. “Why would they do that? That’s so sad.”

“If he was my child I’d leave him too” She scoffed, “don’t feel sorry for him, he’s everything I’ve ever warned you about. You don’t want to get tied up in all that mess right?” She asked. You didn’t answer.

The second time you ran into Yoongi was in the same stretch of woods. You had nervously ventured out there a few weeks after the last time, unsure if you wanted to run into him or not. Your mother was right about him being scary. You’d never interacted with anyone so harsh before, everyone your mother kept in your circle was kind and caring, just as you were. All women, no men really got close thanks to her. Other than being intrigued about being around him and all the things he did that everyone had drilled into your head were wrong; you felt a bit bad for the older man. You couldn’t imagine being all alone like he was or listening to all the awful things people said about him. He couldn’t be as evil as people wanted you to think, right?

Maybe he just needed a friend?

When he saw you again he smiled in welcoming. After spending a few weeks mulling over what happened and being publicly shouted at for ‘harassing her poor child’, Yoongi had decided he wanted to get closer to you. What better way to stick it to your mom than to mess around with you some more? You were naive enough not to catch on, so what was the harm?

You just talked for a few hours with him. He listened more than opened up. He listened to you talk about what you liked to do, where to find all the best flowers around here, about how you were nervous about the little recital the church was having next month for the Holidays, and how they wanted you to sing in it.

He watched you fiddle with the robbins decorating your hair. Watched you kick your legs back and forth off the rocks you were perched on beside him. Watched how your skirt scrunched and rode up just slightly every time you moved. 

He went home that night feeling a bit odd over the experience. You seemed genuinely glad to have someone new to talk to. He wasn’t sure how he felt, because you looked so cute sitting next to him chatting his ear off. 

He was fucked to put it lightly. You were everything he hated about the people in this town. Stupid and blindly following the herd…but with more of an innocence. All Yoongi knew was that he was down bad and frankly, a little pissed about it. How many whores had he had in the past and how many could he go out and find at this moment? Too many, maybe they were getting boring to him because right now all he could think about was you. He wanted to poke fun at and just piss everyone off at first, but now…now he just wanted corrupt you. Odd, he’d never felt the want to do it before to anyone, but something about you was sticking to him. How could he not with how cute and innocent you acted around him? Your fault really...hadn't your mother already warned you about men like him? He wanted to take you until the innocent air surrounding you was gone until all you could think about is him and how good he fucked your little virgin cunt. How cute you’d be under him. Covering your breasts and trying to hide away from his hungry eyes. Your cute little moans, moans you’d likely never made before. The feeling of you stretching around him for the first time. A little too much to handle, but you’re eager to please him. How wet you’d be, how it’d be such a challenge to bottom out, and how you’d squirm and try to resist the urge to be run over the edge as his hips pressed into yours. Your thighs twitch and try to close, too overwhelmed by the new sensations happening in your body. He’d leave you ruined; never to be the same again.

Yoongi blinked himself out of thought, he was sitting outside of his house having zoned out thinking about it all. 

Well, change of plans he supposed?

Two weeks later snow began to fall and hanging out with you had become routine. Admittedly, it wasn’t that bad. Other than an insatiable want to get you in his bed, he couldn’t say he hated every moment spent hanging around you. It was refreshing not to be by himself all day, he hadn’t had a real friend since early high school, and every day since had pretty much been spent alone. Stuck with a family that refused to speak to him until he admitted his sin and went back to church to grovel for forgiveness; he’d never do that even now. To his surprise you hardly talked about your family or religion; he had part expected you to try and drill it all into him. But you were pretty quiet and liked to laugh at all the ‘silly’ things he did as you liked to put it. You thought the way he slurred words when he was drunk was cute, but wouldn’t touch a drink from him after what happened, not unless he sweet-talked you enough. Sometimes it felt like he could sweet talk you into doing anything he wanted. Sometimes you’d let him put a shot glass to your lips and pour it down, wincing at the burn and getting watery-eyed. Yoongi wasn’t interested in bringing you anything gentle, he liked the hard stuff that could send him over the edge with a few drinks.

“Yoongi?” You asked one night. He was sitting beside you on the park bench, wrapped up in a plethora of jackets and hoodies trying to fight against the bitter air. Obviously, he couldn’t go to your place, and he wasn’t sure if he wanted you hanging around his yet. Truth be told he wasn’t sure if he could contain himself seeing you sitting in his bed just talking with that sweet tone of yours. Your eyes looking up at him, wide and fully focused on what he was doing or saying. You’d be wearing one of those silly frilled dresses you liked; he was sure of it. He’d thought about it so many times. How you’d let him get close and run a hand over your thigh, then over your stomach, to your chest. You’d let him kiss you, he knew you would. You liked doing what he said. You were so curious to partake in all the things he liked to do; all the things you weren’t supposed to do. One night he passed you a blunt without thinking much of it, you took it but nearly choked trying to smoke it for the first time. So you settled on letting him blow smoke in your face because he wanted to and you kept lying that you liked the smell of it.

“Yoongi?” You repeated, pulling him out of his daydream. He hummed, “Can I ask you something personal?”

“Go for it.” He’d lie if he didn’t want to answer, he lied to you a lot and you never seemed to pick up on it.

“Have you been in love before?”

“No.” He looked over at you again. You were playing with your hands in your lap, your nose was red from the cold and your hair was covered in snowflakes. He was still damp from earlier when you made him do a snow angel alongside you. “Why?”

“I don’t know “your face flushed, “I just wish I knew what it felt like. I’ve never been able to have a boyfriend” you explained, “Mom said I have to wait longer, I think she wants to find someone for me.”

“Well, that’s what good girls are supposed to do, right?” He asked, rolling his head back to look at the street light above and watching the snow flurries cluster around it. 

You were quiet for a moment, “I guess. I don’t know I’ve just been thinking alot lately, questioning some things.”

Yoongi nodded, he could remember when he started to as well. Hearing how everything in your circle talked about Yoongi didn’t sit right. Everyone should love everyone and get along, that is what you had thought everyone preached around you your whole life. Now they spoke about him like trash, ever since he poured the liquor on you. You hardly even cared much after the fact. It had been thrilling in your otherwise mundane life. Everyone thought you were staying clear of him, but you liked hanging out with him. Every evening when your mother left for work you ran to him. And every Sunday morning people still talked about what happened. How Yoongi shouldn’t be allowed to stay around here, how he was nasty and unholy, and how he'd do horrible things to you if you got close again. 

“You want a boyfriend?”

“My mom would kill me if she knew I did.”

Yoongi wet his lips and tugged your jacket until you looked at him. You were pouting, eyes cast down as you thought about it. “Well,” he started waiting for you to look up at him with your little doe eyes met his. “I could be your boyfriend” it rolled off his tongue, music to your ears. “No one will know, we’ll do all the things girlfriends and boyfriends do.” He waited for your reply, “unless you don’t like me?” He couldn’t remember the last time he spoke in such a tone: a soft and nearly whiny one. 

“No, I do!” You blurted out. “I want you to be my boyfriend, please Yoongi?”

He could listen to you say please all night.

“You’re not scared about breaking your mom's rules?” He egged in, “Not very good of you to lie.”

You scooted closer to him, grabbing his hand and pouting. “I-I don’t care about lying to her. Really! I’ve always wanted a boyfriend and I really like you, so why not?”

“Okay” he grinned, “I’ll be your boyfriend baby.” You grinned, genuinely excited. “We should make it official though, give me a kiss?”

You picked at the edges of your sleeves, “Y-yeah…but I’ve never…done that.”

Good, he thought. He wanted to be your first anything and everything. To teach you how to be a good girlfriend for him. “It’s okay, I’ll teach you. Just follow my lead.”

He grabbed your face, encouraging you to get even closer. Your legs pressed against his and he held your waist tight. He could see the shine of your strawberry lip gloss and the pink ribbon in your hair tickled his hand as he held your cheek. You were enthralled, gazing into his eyes like hearts were exploding behind you. He kissed you, trying to start slow and keep the cute boyfriend appearance up, but he was ready to get heated and messy with you. He did- kissed you harder, nibbled your lip, and pressed his tongue into your mouth. You were so meek under him, trying your best to keep up.

Your lipgloss was smeared- most of it left on Yoongi. You made it just-in-time before your mother got home. You scurried upstairs to change and pretend you’ve been in bed all night. You still felt breathless over the kisses. How he held you and how he asked you to be his girlfriend. You didn’t know how it was supposed to go, but you were sure he did it well. He had to. You hurried yourself under the covers. 

You had a boyfriend!

You kissed him!!

You smiled thinking about his hands holding you- how big they felt against your waist and his sting against your cheek. His lips were chapped and a bit cold against yours. He said he liked your lipgloss- the one you begged your mom to let you get just so you could wear it for him. 

“You’ve never touched yourself before?” You weren’t sure how the topic had been brought up, but Yoongi had just become far more interested in your video call after you let your secret slip out. You’d been lying around in bed talking to him for the past few hours. He was at home while you were stuck in bed for the night. Your mom was sick and hadn’t gone to work in a few days. You’d been missing Yoongi so he promised to call you.

“No…we’re not supposed to…my mom always tells me I shouldn’t it’s not pure and good.” You explained. Yoongi rolled his eyes, what a fanatic. 

“I used to think that, my family taught me the same things.” He started, “But I don’t agree. It’s normal, we’re all a little dirty sometimes, right bunny?”

You flushed, you liked it when he called you that. 

“I miss you, I’ve been thinking about kissing you all day. I wanna teach you more though, do you want to learn more next time?”

You nodded, slowly as you thought about his words. “You like when I kiss you?”

“Yeah,” you giggled. “Of course I do!”

Yoongi hummed, looking over the nightgown you were wearing. He liked kissing you well enough but he was starting to crave more. It’d been a while since he’d had sex, fantasizing about you while getting off was getting boring. He looked over your crossed legs, a bit upset it was long enough to cover your thighs- he liked them. It was, however, just snug enough to give him a subtle outline of your breasts, your nipples a bit hard grazing the fabric if you moved the right way. “Why’d you stop talking?” You pouted.

“You like my voice?” 

You nodded, “I really like it.”

“Wanna hear me call you pretty some more? How vain of you bunny. That’s a sin” he snickered, “does my voice turn you on?”

“I think so” You grew quieter, taking one headphone out and setting it aside to listen for your mother. 

“Is she still sleeping?”

“I think so.”

“You wanna do something for me, baby?” You nodded eagerly. “Touch yourself for me.” His tone was almost demanding, and needy as he shifted in his seat.

“But I’ve never…I’m not sure.”

“Come on,  try it for me?” Yoongi asked and very slowly you got off of your bed, leaving your phone propped against some pillows as instructed. Yoongi smirked, watching you look around your bedroom and to the door, double-checking the lock and listening for your mother. He was already feeling warm, mouth a bit dry as he looked you up and down. He couldn't help but to slip down his pants and tug at his cock in anticipation. The fact that you were so nervous, anxious that you’d get caught and reprimanded…that cute little nightgown you were wearing. “Just lift your nightgown” he wet his lips, watching you pick at the thin fabric and shyly lift it for him. “That’s it just a little, there you go” he encouraged, eyes glued to your panties. “Not so bad, right?” He smiled, and you let out a nervous, breathy giggle. “Turn around now” he watches you do as told, he hummed “bend over.” He watches you check your door again, a bit hesitant. “Don’t disappoint me now…good girl. Just…” Yoongi ogled over your ass, how the soft white fabric of your panties stretched over it, and how your legs pressed together now and again. “Just touch yourself for me” he finished. You did it for him, snaking a hand between your legs and clumsily playing with yourself. 

“Feels good?” He laughed at the little moans you let out now and again. “Don’t get shy, you’re so cute. Just show off for me baby.”

“You said you wanted to see it” Yoongi bit back a laugh. 

“I know, but…not here.” Your nose scrunched as you took another weary look around the alleyway. “Someone will see.”

“That’s what makes it fun” He grinned. He was feeling himself a little too much after a few drinks in his favorite bar. They wouldn’t ID him, and he knew they wouldn’t ID you. It was across town, too much of a trek for anyone who knew who you were to see. He’d gone through a few beers and some shots with you following him. You didn’t like the beer and refused a second shot, so he rolled his eyes and got you something smoother, fruitier. You were more content sipping on it, kicking your legs off the stool, and begging him to come to see you in the Holiday service on Sunday.

“You want me to come Sunday or not?”

“That’s not fair” you whined. Yoongi shrugged, leaning against the brick wall with his hips jutted out slightly. “Get on your knees for me bunny.” He watched you sink down, complaining when the slosh of rain and snow stained your stockings. “I’ll by you new ones” He assured, watching your brow knit ever so slightly as you fiddled with his belt; loosening it and going for his jeans button. He could feel his throat getting dry, ever since that little show he talked you through a few days ago he had been plagued with thoughts of you nonstop. You pulled his jeans down a bit, looking up at him for reassurance before shyly going for the boxers. He was already hard, it didn't take much from you nowadays. His fingers twitched, he wanted ot grab your hair and go to town, but he tried to take in your wide eyes, cautious little touches, and overall curiosity of it all.

“I don’t know if I should be doing this” Your voice was small, torn as you looked up at him again with a frown. “It feels wrong, I don’t know.”

“It’s okay, it's normal. Lots of girls do it, don’t you want to make me feel good? I made you feel good the other night, it’s only fair.”

"I know you better than you think baby. I know those dirty little sides of you no one else does. You keep saying this is wrong and you shouldn't be doing it…but you’ve been saying for days how you want to please me. Now it’s time. Want me to help you?” He murmured. You nodded, a mix of excitement and nervousness in your stomach as you looked around one last time. He snaked a hand through your hair and guided you closer. His tip grazed your lips, pouty and slick from your lipgloss. Egairly you opened your mouth for him, trying to breathe through the new feeling and anxiety of having him in your mouth for the first time. 

Yoongi on the other hand felt like he could melt then and there. The feeling of your hot mouth against him sent tingles down his spine. “Just suck on it a little, grab the rest with your hand, and stroke it for me, baby.” your hand felt so small and cold against him, it made him shiver. He tugged your head a bit, he couldn’t help it. Your inexperience was too much for him. He loved the clumsiness, the little noise you made as you choked on him, how drool dripped down your chin and stained your blouse. “I know you can take it bunny, tell me if you can’t- fuck” he hissed, “you’re so good for me.”

He came in your mouth- he hadn't planned to but hadn’t been able to help it the moment you peered back up to him. Your face flushed, your eyes wide and teary, still looking at him in adoration. You pulled back, saying something about not liking the taste and wincing when more landed on your face. Yoongi was too immersed in trying to calm down to make some witty remark, he just took a moment to steady his breathing and look down at you. “Sorry,” he was quick to get his pants back up and get down to your level to help clean up. He sighed, watching you pick at your ruined stockings and skirt, “We’ll go to the mall tomorrow, and I’ll try to come to see you Sunday.”

He tried to seem indifferent to the way your face lit up, lunging to hug him. He smiled and took you home.

After taking you to the mall and replacing your clothes, Yoongi felt needier than usual for you. He was ready to take up, ready to steal that innocence away. 

“Stop pretending you don’t want to” Yoongi laughed. “Do you like it?” Yoongi grinned. You squirmed in his lap. He could tell you were trying not to like it, your brow scrunched slightly. When he grabbed your face and made you look at him he could see the concern clouded with lust in your eyes. “I know you like it, stop lying to yourself” He had taken you home for the first time, wasting little time before pulling you to the bedroom for a makeout. 

“I do” you whimper, “but…I’m not supposed to do stuff like this” You frowned, “Not until I get married and-”

“We’re not having sex though, we’re just playing a little, right?” He asked, grabbing your hips tighter, pressing his bulge against you. Your skirt rode up more, your knees pressed into the sofa as he guided you to grind against him. You were starting to get a little bold when you were with him, it was hard not to when he was constantly grabbing at you and saying all the right things to get you worked up. He was ready to take this to the next level- ready to fuck you.

“Come on, fuck yourself against me, baby, you’re already soaked and I’ve barely touched you.” He slipped back into his mindset fast. Your hips moved with his, he could feel the wet spot staining his jeans as you moaned and squeaked in surprise every time he pulled you hard against him. “Want me to fuck you? Seems like it, want me to ruin your insides?” He was into it, into how good your clothed cunt felt against his jeans and hard-on, how red your face was getting and the little beads of nervous sweat forming on your forehead. How your fingers clasped his shirt and nails pinched his skin, how into you seemed to be getting.

“I shouldn’t, but it feels so good” You cried, while Yoongi nearly came at your breathly little whines. 

“it's okay to be dirty like this, it makes you feel good, right? makes you want to cum like a good girl for me?” Yoongi went on, “Or we can stop, you can just pretend we didn’t do anything and go home, is that what you want?” “No” you cried, “It feels good. I wanna cum.” You shyly spoke, quickening your pace as he rutted against you.

“You gonna let me fuck you now?” He had been half serious when he said it, still content with sucking on and leaving hickeys on your shoulder. When you say yes? He felt like his brain short-circuited, he had you on your back in an instant; staring down at you like a hungry animal. Your shirt was unbuttoned, chest flushed and marked up from the groping. You were looking at him through lidded eyes, your legs still pressed together in anticipation as he moved in. 

“Fuck this is so wrong, isn’t it bunny?” Yoongi let out a shaky exhale, “I’ve wanted to do this for so long, god you feel so good.” You were flushed under him, biting back moans and trying to take the pain of the first stretch like a good girl, like you knew he wanted you to. “I’m trying to go slow baby, but fuck…You’ll forgive me if I can’t, right?” He leaned closer to you, peppering kisses over your neck and sucking dark marks on your skin. “Please forgive me, baby, I’m gonna ruin you.” He murmured. He knew you’d never hate him, he knew you’d forgive him for anything he did to you.

taglist: @aft3rhrs

[pandorxxx]

What now?

Lo’ak (19) x omatikayan fem reader (18)

Warnings: smut, oral, p in v, praise kink, creampie.

Lo’ak was obsessed with you. You were all he ever talked about. He could go on and on about how beautiful you were, and what a good hunter you were. He loved your body. He loved how your waist was small, but your hips were full. He loved the way you spoke, so soft and subtle like an angle.

He also loved how kind you were, almost too kind. He liked that you were a pushover, made it easier for him to get what he wanted out of you. He loved how gullible, and dumb you were too. It made his plan to get you alone, and mate with you that much easier.

“Just look at her, bro.” Lo’ak stood with his back leaning against a nearby tree, gawking over the way you squatted down next to your mother, eating your food.

Neteyam looked in your direction, and then back at Lo’ak with a wide grin.

“Y/n’s hot, I’ll give you that, but do you know how many men in this clan want her? Pick a number ,and get in line.” Neteyam laughs as he takes a bite of his food. Lo’ak rolls his eyes at his brother, before glaring back at you.

“I’m not worried about those other men, she’s already mine. I gotta plan, big bro.” Lo’ak explains as he crosses his arms, smiling at you in the distance.

Lo’aks sudden burst of confidence had Neteyams eyes wide at the comment he just made.

“What kinda plan?” Neteyam asks his brother concerned, side eyeing him. Lo’ak turns to face Neteyam with a sigh before looking around.

“I’m going to trick her into mating with me.” He confesses, barely above a whisper. Neteyam choked on his food at his little brothers response. Lo’ak rolls his eyes again, glaring at his brother.

“What, you don’t think I can do it?” Lo’ak asks as he pushes Neteyams arm back.

“No I don’t think you can do it, aaaanddd I think you’re fucking crazy. Why would you manipulate her like that? You know she’s not the brightest.” Neteyam explains as he takes another bite of his food.

“Exactly, bro! she won’t even know what hit her. She’ll be mine, soon.” Lo’ak says looking back at you, as you enjoy dinner with your family.

Neteyam found his brothers plan stupid, but funny. Knowing that it wouldn’t work, he smiles and challenges Lo’ak.

“Why soon?…why not now?” Neteyam grins down at his plate as he waited for his brothers response. Lo’aks head snaps back towards Neteyam.

“You really don’t think I can get her , do you?” Lo’ak asked as he crossed his arms.

“No, no I don’t.” Neteyam confesses as he laughs in his little brothers face. Lo’ak grows angry, but accepts the challenge. He watched you get up for another plate, and took his opportunity.

“Watch my next move, dumbass!” He says to Neteyam before swiftly walking over to you.

You were getting another plate of food when you noticed the youngest son of Toruk Makto walking over to you. You had to admit that you had a tiny crush on him, but you two weren’t that close. So it caught you off guard when he stopped in-front of you. You look up to him with a big smile.

“hi, lo’ak!!” you shout as you wave at him. He smiles back and waves before taking your hand in his. The act made your heart skip a beat.

“Wassup, y/n! Listen, I wanted to talk to you about something….in private.” He whispers the last part in your ear, making your breathing hitch. You look up at him confused, tilting your head.

“Well what is it?” You ask with a big grin plastered across your face. He looks around confused, and then back at you with a sarcastic smile.

“Sweetheart, I said in private.” He lets out a nervous chuckle. You look at him confused again.

Is she really this fucking dumb? He thought

“Baby, that means ALONE.” He nods at you sarcastically.

“OOOHHHH, hahaha. Ok, Lo’ak!” You look at him with a bright smile, as you sway back and forth, tail swinging, from excitement. He shook his head as he wrapped his arm around your neck, walking away with you.

You two make it to the middle of the dark forest. he stops and turns to you, backing up to admire you under the moonlight. He bit his lip, crossing his arms.

You stand in-front of him, smiling up at him, not knowing what was next to come.

“God, you sure are pretty…” he says seductively as he tilts his head, undressing you with his eyes. You gasp at his comment, and smile again, holding your chest.

“Awee Thank you, Lo’ak! Everyone tells me that I’m lucky I’m pretty.” You say with your hands behind your back, as you sway back and forth, staring up at him with innocent eyes.

“Mhmm” he says not even listening to anything you’re saying. He was just looking you up and down with his bottom lip between his teeth.

“You’re pretty too! I kinda have a crush on you, ya know.” You confess while grinning at the ground just thinking about him, as if he wasn’t right in-front of you.

“That’s good to know, baby….Come closer, i wanna see something.” he signals for you to come closer, licking his lips. You chuckle before walking closer to him.

“Soooo, what did you want to talk to me about?” You ask, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes, almost making him lose it. He grabs your hands in his, and smiles at you.

“Y/n, are you a virgin?” He asks before playing in your long braids. you look at him confused, not knowing what that meant.

“A virgin??? What is that?” You ask pouting up at him, before sending him a soft grin. He bit his lip at the way you looked at him, it was sending him over the edge. He placed his hand on your chin, pulling you in closer.

“Have you mated with anyone?” He asks as he looks into your eyes, smiling at you.

“Ohhhh, no, not yet! My mother says that I should wait until I learn more about it.” You smile up at him, titling your head. He chuckled at your response before reaching around to caress your back.

“I could teach you ,if you want to learn more about it.” He nods for confirmation, as his hand slowly slid down your back, nearly touching the top of your ass. You eyes lit up at his response. You palmed his huge arm that was wrapped around you.

“No way! Really?” You smile in excitement, as your tail wagged faster than last time.

“Yeah, of-course! I have time right now if you wanted to start!” He sarcastically matched your tone, as he nodded at you with wide eyes. You laugh at his response, and hit his chest playfully.

“So where should we start ?” You look around the forest and then back up at him. He backs up a little bit, tilting his head at you. He puts his hand over his chin, pretending to think.

“Let’s start with a blowjob” he nods, walking closer to you again. You look at him with that stupid confused look again. He stops you before you even ask.

“Just get on your knees, in-front of me.” He nods with a sarcastic grin. You do what he says with a smile, breaking your neck to look back up at him from the new position.

“Now what?” You sit down on your knees, as you smile up at him. He smiles down at you, gripping the back of your head.

“Ok! So first you’re going to untie my loincloth.”he nods at you, rubbing the back at your head. You oblige with a wide grin. You untie it, and to your surprise, his huge cock springs out and hits his chest. Your jaw dropped as you admired it, in all its glory.

“Wooaaahh” you say in a trance-like state, as you bite your lip. He smirks at your reaction.

“Now grab it, and put it in your mouth…..then start sucking, ok pretty girl?” He stares down at your excited face. You look up at him and nod before following instructions. He threw his head back at the feeling of your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock. You start to bob your head up and down on him, causing him to grunt loudly. You jumped at the sound he made, and pulled away from him.

“am I doing something wrong?” You asked pouting up at him. He chuckles before grabbing the back of your head again.

“No you were doing well! When something feels good, you express that emotion through a moan. You get it baby?” He asks, making you nod in agreement.

“Now keep going.” You smiled before going back to work on him. He gently grabs your head, guiding you where he wants you. You started twirling your tongue around the head of his cock, making him moan loudly. He looked down at you with his jaw dropped, surprised that you knew what to do.

“Fuck! You’re way to good at this!” He panted as he grabbed your hair, giving him leverage to thrust is cock in and out of your mouth. You stop sucking, and open your mouth wide enough to welcome his thrusts. He started tickling the back of your throat with his tip, causing you to gag on him. This, in turn, sent an overwhelming amount of pleasure to his entire body. He throws his head to the sky, with his eye shut.

“You’re doing soooo good, y/n! You’re gonna make me cum in this pretty little mouth of yours.” He grunts as he looks back down at you, pulling out of your mouth briefly, causing you to gasp loudly.

“What does that mean?” You ask between heavy breaths, looking up at him with lidded eyes. He smirks before plunging his cock back down your throat, causing you to groan at the feeling.

“You’re about to see, right now, don’t worry.” He says as he thrusts into your mouth, fast and hard. Tears start to fall down your cheeks, as your eyes roll back. You moan on his cock, sending him over the edge.

“Oh shitttt!!!” He moaned loudly, while he filled your mouth with his cum. Your eyes widen from the feeling, and you try to pull away from him.

“No no no, stay right here, you gotta swallow it, ok?” He tightens his grip on your hair, thrusting into your mouth slowly, riding out his high.

He pulls out of your mouth slowly, signaling for you to open your mouth, you show him your tongue for confirmation that you swallowed.

“Such a good girl, y/n…” he smiles while rubbing your head. You smile up at him, wiping the access cum from the corners of your mouth, licking it off your fingers. You look up at him, wiping your tears away.

“so what’s next??” You ask, placing your hands on your thighs, leaning into his cock to kiss it. He looked down, biting his lip at the feeling. He palmed his cock, jerking it as he tilted his head at you.

“Mmm now, I need you to stand up.” He gestured for you to stand to your feet. You obliged, and looked up at him with those innocent eyes of yours.

“Take this off, baby….” he commands, pulls at your loincloth. You chuckle a little, quickly untying your loincloth, letting it drop to the ground beneath you. You look back up at him, biting your lip. You step closer to him, and smirk up at him.

“Now what?” You ask innocently. He looks at your dripping cunt, and then back up at you through his eyebrows.

“Turn around.” He commands through a clenched jaw. You giggle, and do what he said to. He sent a hard smack to your ass, causing you to yelp, and grab where he smacked you.

“Ouchhh!” You turn your head to him, pouting. He smirks and pulls you closer to him, ass on his pelvis.

“Bend over, touch your toes.” He commanded, pushing your back down. You spread your legs apart slightly before bending down in front of him. You grab your feet, causing your ass to brush against his cock. All you could see from your view was his legs behind yours.

“Ok!! Now what?” You ask as he wraps your tail around his arm. Plunging his entire cock inside you. You moan out in pleasure as he fills you up.

“This…this is now what.” He says as he starts moving slowly, watching his cock slide in and out of you with ease. He starts to speed up the pace causing you to cry out. You reach back to grab his arm, and he grabs yours as well.

“You are so fucking good at this!” He moans with his mouth agape , thrusting in and out of you fast and deep. You feel tears threatening to leave your eyes at the immense amount of pleasure he was sending your way.

“Lo’aaak, you feel so good.” You whine, biting your lip at the sensation.

“I know, baby! You feel amazing too.” He confesses as he pulls you up by your hair. He wraps his arm around your slim waist, and starts rutting into you like an animal. You try pulling out of his strong hold, as you felt a knot in your stomach.

“No, no, don’t run. Let me make you feel good.” He growls as he snuggles in the crook of you neck. His words, along with the rhythmic thrust makes your jaw drop, eyes rolling all the way to the back of your head, as you whine in his arms.

“Ughhh LO’AK!!! So- something’s happening to meeee!!!” You cry, hanging your head down as he fucks you silly. You clench around him, causing him to shut his eyes tightly, groaning at the feeling.

“Yeah something’s happening to me too.” he confesses sarcastically, as he throws his head back in absolute bliss.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum so deep inside you. I want you to let go with me, ok?” He says through heavy breaths as his thrust start to become sloppy and irregular.

“YESSSS!!!” You scream, as he grabs your neck from behind. He tries to hold on a little longer, but he was about to blow.

“Fuck, NOW!” He commands and just like clockwork, you start shaking uncontrollably, eyes rolling back again, as he sends you a couple more deep thrusts before his high approached him. His eyes rolled back, as he moaned out loudly in your ear.

He thrusts into you softly, not letting a drop escape. He finally pulled out of you, still holding your waist. He bends down to your ear, and kisses it.

“How’d I do?” You ask, out of breath, looking back at him. He chuckles grabbing your neck again.

“You did so fucking good, I’m proud of you, baby.” He said through gritted teeth, as he shook your neck with every word he said. He spins you around to face him. He leans down to kiss you passionately, grabbing your neck again.

“You know you’re mine now…right?”

Umm, this might be my favorite story I’ve ever written…I’m low key obsessed. Y’all told me to make her dumb, so I made her a fucking idiot. You’re welcome😮‍💨🫶🏽 goodnight, love y’all!!!❤️

Outtie ❤️🖖🏾,

Pandorxx

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Object of Obsession

Ghostface x Reader Smut

Mmm...old fic from my old, deleted blog...felt like posting it cause why not. I remember if anybody remembers this fic.

Warnings? SMUT. And everything else you would expect in a DBD fic (I'm sorry it's midnight and I'm posting on my phone,I'll fix this whole post tomorrow)

I stg if this gets a decent amount of notes(just to show people wanna see more) I will post the other fics I had deleted (these involve the Blight, more Ghostface, and possible Wraith ones...)

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"Hello?”

“Hello there.”

It had all started with a call, a mere and simple call.

“Who's this?”

“Soon you’ll discover.”

You assumed it was a telemarketer, or some kind of prank perhaps.

“I'm sorry, sir, but I think you have the wrong number.”

Now that you thought about, you had wished it was some stupid teenagers or some guy offering to buy some stupid prodcut.

“How are you so sure? Tell me your name, and I'll tell you mine.”

“My name? But why?”

Yet it wasn’t either of those.

Had it been one, you wouldn’t be limping through the lone yet crowded streets of this neighborhood.

“I want to know who I’m looking at.”

Putting aside the lack of doors and completely run down homes, one could have said the neighborhood...was normal looking.

Normal.

That was what you could now consider the life you no longer lived.

A life in a neighborhood not too different from the one you found yourself in.

Everything had been going well, even if life was shitty, it was no doubt better than this.

“You sick fuck!”

In your mouth you perceived the taste of iron, one you knew belonged to the blood smeared over your lips. Thinking about it, you weren’t even sure if the blood came from your lips that you bit to contain desperate whimpers of pain, or from the blood that was found nearly everywhere you limped through.

“I’ll gut you like a fish!”

That voice, you despised it with every ounce of remaining blood in your body. You weren’t even sure how much you had left after everything you had endured. All you knew was that your complexion had indeed turned into a paler one, your loss of blood evident as you unconsciously continued to bleed.

It had all started with a call, a mere and simple call.

Why did you have to pick up the damn phone?

Why did you pick it up all the following times that bastard called?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a scream that prompted you to skid to a stop, nearly crashing into one of the trees you were now surrounded by. With the hand that was not holding your impaled side, you clung onto the tree as your teeth now released your lip and you allowed yourself to pant after so much running.

Another scream was heard, a voice telling you to look to your right. Once you did, there he was.

In a panic, you shut your mouth as tightly as possible before rushing towards the direction you had just been coming from. You gulped and concealed whimpers that were created by the pain coursing through your ankle. As you fixed a generator earlier with one of the many people suffering the same, neither of you ever realized the looming presence that failed to strike your shoulder, instead hitting the generator that further damaged it.

You and the other person saw him, that bastard who was brought into this world of chaos with you. A man with a ghostly mask and dark clothing that helped him blend in with his surroundings. And he stared you down after you had fallen onto your bottom, already raising his blade above his head to strike upon you. But to your relief, the person behind stood in between the two of you, flashing the ghostly mask with a light so bright that made him loudly groan before your teammate helped you up and away.

The woman ran to the left as you ran to the right, never realizing that your footsteps were enough to have the ghostly figure chasing after you once more. However, before he had the chance of piercing your skin, you jumped through a window before falling to the harsh floor, injuring your ankle in the process. As you got up, you stared up at the window where you saw the figure peering down at you with a tilt of his head, deciding that now was not the time to continue your chase.

Obsession.

That was what the other survivors called you, as well as others like one who you learned went by the name Laurie Strode.

According to the others, there was more than one being with the goal of killing, and each one was somehow matched up with a being with the goal of survival.

You were one of the poor souls who had been matched up with a killer obsessed with their survivor.

Even more unfortunate was the link created with this obsession, brought to life by the very being that brought you and that bastard into this world.

“What do you want!?”

“What do you want…” you muttered through grit teeth, remembering that those words were the last you cried out after being chased in your own home. You remembered being cornered in your bedroom with the obsessed predator standing between you and your freedom.

“I want to see what your insides look like!”

Those words the last words he shouted, right before the lights in your bedroom turned extremely bright and blinded the two of you. You brought your arms up to shield your eyes, realizing that the lights had turned into swirls of red that flashed once and quite intensely, all the while a thick fog engulfed you and the figure.

Once the light show had ended, you opened your eyes, finding yourself alone and in a strange place.

A strange place you eventually learned was one of the realms conjured up by The Entity.

Your thoughts were once again interrupted, this time by the sound of a phone ringing.

You cursed under your breath and immediately pressed the ‘answer’ option, pressing the device against your ear as you heard the same ringing coming from one other location that had previously been three others, one for each survivor.

Two had now been sacrificed, and the third...well, the latest scream was more than enough information.

From the other line you could hear a dark chuckle, making your eyebrows furrow deeper and your teeth grit harder.

“I always feel like somebody’s watching me.~”

“Fuck you! Fuck you!”

“Aw, Dollface, no need for that kind of language.~”

You angrily ended the call before resuming your limping around, having to stop for a moment to wince in pain and grit your teeth even harder, causing a new pain to be created. Right then, you heard the phone in your pocket ring again and this time only yours, making you the last survivor again. But, it also made you the only one around with a phone, making you much easier to locate.

“You sick, sick fuck!” you hissed into the phone once you replied, frustrated how this so-called Entity made it so that you could never rid of the phone unless you were given a moment of peace or faced against another one of those bloodthirsty predators.

“Why so angry? All I want is to play a little game.”

“Well game’s over asshole!” you gripped onto the phone, scouting the area while being cautious, knowing how well this man hid. “I’m gonna find that damn hatch, and I’m living another day!”

“Oh, is that so?” the man chuckled once more. “That’s not what happened last time.~”

Death was something nearly inevitable in this realm, and it was something that you and the others were able to experience multiple times.

The last time you were faced with this man, you finally had a taste of sweet, sweet death, deciding that that would be the first and last time you would.

So you ended the call in a fit while scanning every inch of the overgrown grass you currently ran through, hurriedly searching for the hatch you hoped he hadn’t shut back. Without a key, the hatch was useless, especially because you still needed two more generators to power up the gates.

The phone rang again, further irking you before you answered.

“What do you fucking want!?”

“The question isn’t, what do I want.”the killer cooed at you, somehow being heard over the sound of your heart rapidly beating in your ears.“The question is, where am I?”

“Where, are you?” you jeered, holding your side with your fingers digging deep into your ripped shirt that had been slashed earlier.

“Heads up.~”

At the sound of that, a feeling overcame you...a dreading feeling that you were completely exposed.

You felt your eyes widen as you ever so slowly turned to look up, lips quivering upon the sigh of the ghost mask looking down at you from one of the roofs. You gasped as the killer waved at you with a tilt of his head, then rushing away from the home for you knew he had jumped down with ease and no pain.

Not that there was no need to hide your sounds, you panted loudly while sprinting down the empty street, never daring to look behind you for you knew the killer was just a few feet away.

Had it not been for your racing heart, you would have heard the heavy steps coming from the killer’s boots as he continued to chase. Yet you knew those running steps were heard, so you made your way towards a sidewalk that was placed between a tree and a fence.

Of course, the killer followed right through but was immediately thrown back when you cleverly pulled down one of the leftover pallets.

As the killer tried to recuperate, you took your chance and ran through a space between the homes before making a right and continuing until you found yourself limping into the front entrance of one of the far houses.

With the feeling of exposure gone, you silently made your way towards the living room where you found a pair of lockers. Carefully grabbing the handle of one, your bit your lip while attempting to open it as quietly as possible, something quite impossible.

And this you witnessed like several other times, ignoring it and placing your body in the space before shutting the door to then be immersed in a darkness. The only light came from the three slots on the door, giving you the slightest view of the outside world.

With a hand clasped over your mouth, you tried to steady your heart pace and your heavy breathing, ignoring the pain on your side and ankle that you found it impossible to stand on. Your eyes were shut tightly as you gave a slight wheeze, the stab wound on your side continuing to bleed out.

“I want to see what your insides look like!”

Those words replayed in your head, especially as you heard muffled breaths outside your locker, making you gulp and clench your free hand into a fist, ready to strike if needed.

You opened your eyes, feeling your hand shake but forcing it to stop once you saw the killer just outside the locker.

He stopped walking as he was a few feet away, deciding to crouch down with one of his hands holding his blade as his other dialed something into his personal phone, prompting a deep panic to course through your body as you readied yourself for whatever happened after your phone began ringing.

Yet...your phone never rang.

“Fuck!”

Through the slots you could see the man stand in pure frustration, kicking a leftover couch as you both realized that your phone had run out of juice. Thankfully, the Entity kept things considerably fair.

You saw as the killer angrily made his way out of the house, giving you a chance to sigh in relief before placing your hands on the locker’s doors, opening them in an instant before looking to your right and feeling the relief once more.

“The hatch!” you whispered to yourself, grinning ear to ear before making your way over to it.

Another day-

With the sound of a loud creak and then slam, you skid to a stop before your grin fell into a frown oh terror once you looked into the void-like eyes of the ghost mask, it’s owner just having shut the hatch before your eyes.

“No!” you barely cried out, turning before trying to make a run for it until you felt the back of your shirt be grabbed and pulled, making you fall backwards and onto the hard, wooden floor.

After wincing in reaction for the briefest of moments, you looked up and immediately reacted with your healthy leg, kicking upwards to where you saw the killer ready to strike his blade.

You heard an ‘oof’ from behind the mask, right before the killer dropped down after having been kicked in the abdomen. After rolling onto your stomach, you attempted to drag your body out of the house as the killer took his time, but you shrieked in pain once you felt a leather glove wrap around your injured ankle.

Soon you were pulled backwards by the ankle and then turned onto your back again before feeling a hand be placed on your chest, keeping you down as you attempted to move it away. Instead, you felt something heavier hold you down as your wrists were held above your head, realizing that your waist was straddled by the killer. You saw as he felt his hands above his head again, ready to plunge to blade deep into your heart several times.

Memento Mori.

You gasped at the memory of that phrase, shutting your eyes and covering your face with your arm as you expected an immediate kill rather than sacrifice.

However...it never came.

Hesitantly, you opened one of your eyes and to look up at the man who’s blade was no longer above his head but already down. Now with both of your eyes opened, you glanced up to where your pinned wrists were, seeing as the knife had been struck into one of the aging wooden planks.

“Gotcha there, didn’t I?” the killer spoke through his mask, chuckling at the sight of your helpless form. “Thought to myself, how fun would it be to stab you like the game before? But then I thought, no...maybe not this time.”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, blinking up at the man who tilted his head like every single time.

“I’ve seen the way you stare.” he started once he retrieved his blade, still never releasing your wrists. “That glint in your eye when I grab another one of those pathetic idiots, slinging them over and onto a hook like nothing.”

“What?” you finally spoke up.

“Don’t play dumb Dollface.” he presented his blade, holding it horizontally before it teasingly made its way over to your neck to now graze over your skin, threatening to break it. “You think I know nothing, but I know everything about you.”

“Because you’ve been fucking stalk me even before we were brought here?” you attempted to move your arms, but the man’s hold grew stronger.

“You could say that.~” he purred while sliding the tip of his blade up to your chin, now gliding it against your jaw as he leaned down and close to your ear. “Kitten.~”

Fuck.

Fuck no.

“Oh, don’t tell me you liked that.~”

You squirmed beneath the killer’s grip, then choking out a gasp once you felt both of his hands place themselves on your body after he had repositioned himself.

With the knife being no more but instead an accessory on the ground, you found a gloved hand wrapped around your throat while the other ever so casually placed a finger on your thigh as he kneeled in between each one.

“What are you-” you croaked out as your hands wrapped themselves around the one on your throat, attempting to remove it as you felt its grip tighten.

“Drop the act.” he purred right into your ear, taking notice of how your breaths and heart rate quickened, prompting him to slide his lone finger up and down your thigh in a teasing manner. “You fucking love this shit."

“I-” you wheezed out, feeling as his finger on your thigh was now joined by the rest of them, squeezing your denim covered leg. “Fuck!”

“Look at that,” he pressed his mask against your ear as you shut your eyes, digging your nails into the hand that refused to let go of your neck. “Just a small squeeze…”

“Stop…” you tried to gulp, now feeling as his hand sank to the inside of your thigh, caressing it soft enough to make you squirm beneath him.

“Stop?"

“Y-yes!”

No.

Never.

“Stop!” you exclaimed as best as possible, especially as his hand now squeezed your thigh, basically massaging it before his hand traveled under it to hold it securely.

“Is that really what you want?” he lifted your leg into the air, pressing the cheek of his mask against it to rub himself. “You want me to stop and hook you?”

“Yes, I-I mean...no?” you stammered, finally breathing in peace when the man released your neck and instead placed his hand on your leg so that both of them gripped on.

“You’ve kept me waiting for this long, better make up your mind now before I do.”

“W-waiting?” you blinked at him a few time, then feeling something...somewhere.

Your eyes trailed down his body that kneeled in between your legs, then making your eyes widen once you noticed that beneath all the dark clothing was a bulge pulsating right in front of your crotch.

Wow.

Fuck.

“Whoa…” you started as you attempted to sit up, only to be pushed down in a rough manner. “Whoa, whoa-!”

Soon you felt as your leg was lowered and the killer’s hands were instead placed on your waist, dragging your body so that the bulge between his legs poked the opening you unintentionally provided.

“Crap…”you muttered out once a heat came upon your cheeks, this being due to the newfound heat in between your legs.

Before you could react any further, you felt as your body was hoisted up and onto the killer’s shoulder. There was no time to attempt and wiggle out of his grasp, for you now found yourself being thrown onto the nearby couch, purposely having been put in a slouching position as the man once again kneeled in front of you and between your legs.

“What are you…” panted words escaped your lips as the killer placed each hand on each of your thighs, spreading them further to lean in extremely close to the in between. “Hey..!”

“What?” he asked, never turning away from your area as you felt your cheeks burn hotter.

“A-At least take me out on a date first!” you semi-joked, grateful for the mask he still wore and the jeans covering you, for if neither of those hadn’t been in the way, you would have felt his hot breath over your… “Shit…”

“First you’re fighting and trying to kick my ass,” the man dragged his hands closer to the center, making you squirm a bit more. “But now, you’re here squirming under my grip, shy over the big bad killer being in between your legs.”

“Big? As if.” you scoffed as you attempted to regain your composure, instead giving a slight gasp when he dug the fingers of one hand into your leg, just as the other reached up to the hem of your pants.

“Take them off.”

“W-what?”

“Pants.” he posited in a deep voice, squeezing your thigh once more before his tone grew much more assertive. “Now.”

With a shaky nod, you reach down to unbutton your jeans, soon feeling as they were quickly being slid off your legs before being flung to the side like nothing.

“I-”

“You never know when to stop talking, hm?” the man shushed you as his hands grew close to your center once more, this time taking their time to taunt you. “You never know anything.”

This time, you kept quiet as you felt him press one of his thumbs on your briefs, rubbing a few circles that made you hiss through your now grit teeth.

“You’re a stupid one, but maybe not that stupid.”

You could tell this bastard was licking his lips right behind that mask, eyes watching your every move and getting off it.

“You don’t know just how long I’ve been watching you.” he continued as he rubbed the slight dent on his mask against you before sinking it further. “How long I’ve craved for you.”

“Craved?” you breathed out with fluttering eyelashes, not daring to look away from the man who snuck a finger under your panties, tugging on them to only tease and expose your opening.

“I thought that after all our previous encounters you would have figured it out by now.” he finally placed two fingers onto your entrance, making your arch back as he went under your folds to encircle your bud by dividing and reuniting his fingers various times. “I thought, maybe all this chasing and slashing was enough to tell you."

With your mind in a haze, you kept what could have been considered quiet, not being able to speak a comprehensive response, let alone word.

“But fuck you’re an oblivous one.” the killer stopped his motions, making you give the slightest whine as you looked down at him with half lidded, pleading eyes. “But now that I have you here...I sure as hell am gonna have my way with you.”

You bit your lip at the sound of his husky tone, hands desperately reaching to the couch as you now felt as your bud was roughly rubbed, but in such a satisfying manner that made you throw your head back.

“I know you’ll love every second of it.” he continued to tease your clit, now using his other hand to open your folds and breathe heavily against you.

Wait.

“Moments ago you were ready to run, but look at you now.” you heard his voice, realizing it was no longer muffled. “So wet already.~”

You managed to look down at the man between your legs, surprise filling you as you saw that his mask had been slid up and away from his face that was unfortunately not visible to you.

At his words you shut his eyes: he was right, he was so right.

Maybe...just maybe when you first saw the news with a picture of this man’s mask...just maybe…

“The Ghostface Killer” was what the news said, and just maybe you...

“No…” you shook your head to yourself, not realizing that the man had looked up at you with a quirked eyebrow.

“No what?"

“Huh?” you glanced down at him, barely being able to see a scruffy chin after he had lowered his head again. “N-nothing-!”

You immediately clasped a hand over your mouth and shut your eyes as you felt something wet against your entrance, a moan muffled right behind your palm.

“Fuck…” you whispered as your other hand attempted to grab whatever, just so you had a hold on something while the wet appendage continued to move against you.

Seeing as the killer no longer made any comments, you could guess that he was now using his tongue as his hands held you down and open for him.

You managed to grab onto the top of his head, the man not minding nor worried that you would see his face due to how you arched your back and even rolled your eyes to the back of your head as he continued to lick your bud.

“A-ah…” you whimpered, digging your nails into the man’s hood as his tongue moved in a circular manner before moving up and down, making you choke out a sound of pleasure. You especially moaned at the feeling of one of his fingers teasing below that, right before plunging itself into your hole that made you bite your lip intensely.

But what made you a complete writhing mess was his lips planting themselves on your clit, sucking on you, making gross, sloppy sounds that turned you on even more and made your toes curl inside your shoes. Now, both of your hands were gripping onto the killer’s hood as one of his held you down with how much you moved around.

“Fuck, fuck, f-fuck-!” you wailed out, the man’s hands on your hips as you felt a knot in your stomach, something that was ready to explode at any moment. “Oh fuck, oh...Ghostface!”

Now that was enough to make the killer reach down to his crotch, cupping his bulge as you said that name.

“Say it again.” he paused his treatment on you, allowing you a moment to recover and grasp a bunch of your own hair.

“G-ghostface…” you wheezed, then shrieking in delight once you felt him suck on your clit once more. “Ghostface! Oh, fuck, yes!”

Squeezing your eyes even tighter and your legs attempting to repeat the action, you felt oh so close to sweet, sweet release.

And that moment finally came, right after Ghostface went back to licking you as his fingers wiggled inside you, mimicking a ‘come hither’ motion before he detached his lips from you and instead rubber his thumb on your clit.

You weren’t sure what it was you said, but you swore and you screamed into the cold air as one of your legs kicked up. You didn’t know how long this moment lasted, but it was a blissful moment that had you seeing white whether you had opened your eyes or not.

Ever so slowly, you returned to your senses and could hear the faint sound of your juices being slurped by Ghostface as you felt the slight stubble of his chin brushing against your wet skin.

You heaved with a euphoric sigh as your eyes fluttered open, then glancing down at the killer who adjusted his mask enough to cover his face while making sure to keep a space open.

He lifted his two fingers that he had used on you, bringing them up and into his lips as you heard him sucking on the remainder of your juices.

“Look at you,” Ghostface cooed as he stood up, now fixing his mask so that it properly covered his face. “So worn out, and I haven’t even finished.~”

“What?” you lifted your head to look at him, seeing as one of his hands cupped his throbbing bulge once more. “M-more?”

“After all the chases and kicks and punches,” he reached down and under his top, and you could hear the sound of a belt unbuckling right before an unzipping noise followed. “I think I deserve a little more.”

Your eyes fell onto where his hands were, widening at the bulge that he now unfurled out of his pants to reveal an erect member pointing right at you.

One of his hands held onto it, slowly pumping the member as you noticed trickles of precum at the tip, threatening to spill onto your abdomen once he had stepped closer towards you.

“Such hungry eyes.” Ghostface breathed out a chuckle, not realizing that he himself had grown desperate, nor that he began rubbing his tip over your drenched briefs. “Such a good hole...just for me.”

Before you could say anything, you felt his free hand grab under your right leg before he lifted it and set it on his shoulder which opened your entrance even more. Once that was done, he kneeled on the edge of the couch while still supporting himself on the ground, leaning in until the forehead of his mask was pressed against yours.

He tucked his arm under your raised leg to keep it in place, placing his hand on the couch to hold himself as his other hand guided his member, using it to move your undergarment to the side before he rubbed himself at your entrance. As he breathed deeply, he felt you wrap your arms around his neck before he finally brought himself inside, making you arch right into his chest that provoked a deep growl in his throat.

“Fuck…”you heard him grunt behind the mask, especially as he sunk himself deeper inside you which made your toes curl once more. “Fucking, hell…”

After a moment, you brought your left arm to his back and eventually slid it down to his bottom, unconsciously pushing on it so that he could continue.

“What are you waiting for?” you sighed out, staring into the lifeless eyes of his mask before you felt him pull out and thrust into you rather harshly.

“Quiet.” he commanded, just as he felt your other hand claw at his hood, grabbing a bunch that nearly removed it. “No...don’t keep quiet...scream. Scream for me.”

“Scream…” you gulped before feeling Ghostface repeat the same action from before, this causing you to give exactly what he wanted.

“That’s better.” his voice sounded through your ears over the sound of your heart beating fast. “Say my name. Scream my name.”

“Ghostface,” you panted out as you felt him slowly pull out again, then thrusting back inside at the same teasing pace that made you give a whine. “Please...Ghostface, please.”

“Ghostface what?” he questioned as he continued his movements in a slow manner, creating a new knot in your stomach that was instead bothersome, ever so irking with this terrible, terrible taunting. “Say it Dollface, tell me what you want me to do.”

“Ghostface,” your bottom lip quivered as you dug your nails right into the killer’s back and neck now. “Please...f...fuck me.”

“Thought you’d never ask.” the killer purred against your neck, right before he quickened his movements, feeling your left heel dig into his back as well.

“Ghostface,” your voice grew louder. “Ghostface, oh fuck-!”

“Mmm, Ghostface. Oooh, Ghostface!” the killer mocked you, now pressing his right hand on your throat as he squeezed. “You fucking like that, huh? Tel me how you fucking love it.”

“Ghostface,” you started, removing both of your hands from his body to place them on his wrist. “Ghostface, I fucking l-love it.”

“Of course you do.” he laughed as he squeezed your throat. “You love it when Ghostface fucks your little hole; nobody knows what you want but me.”

You breathlessly nodded while tightening your grip on his wrist, especially as his thrusts became even faster and roughed.

“Fuck!” you choked out, feeling as Ghostface did not hold back in the slightest bit.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head once Ghostface finally removed his hand from your throat, instead bringing it down to your clit to rub it with a pace that matched his thrusting.

“Oh, fuck, oh my-” your hands once again returned to Ghostface’s back before one went to his head yet again, clawing at his hood which you accidentally lowered, the man not seeming to care. “Ghostface-!”

“I’m so fucking close.” he whispered into your ear, hand clawing into the couch that neither of you heard squeak and creak with every rough move. “But not yet...not yet.”

Before you yourself were able to come to another release, you gave a disappointed breath once you felt the man’s member missing. You turned down, giving somewhat of a pout as you saw him hovering just above your entrance.

“Ghostface…"

“Move.” the man told you after having lowered your leg and sat on the opposite end of the couch. “Now.”

You gave a shaky nod before getting on your knees, looking at his exposed member that dripped with a mix of your and his juices.

Ghostface spread his legs before patting his lap, you already knowing what he wanted.

So, you carefully climbed onto his lap, straddling him as you held yourself above his member, only the tip touching you.

His hands were placed on your hips and they forced you down onto his cock, making you gasp in surprise once you felt your skin smack against each other despite him still wearing his pants.

You stared down at the killer, once again pressing your forehead against his mask before you felt him move under you, prompting you to bite your lip to contain any other sounds.

He moved his hips in a way that made you plant your hands on the couch as he began to move you upwards, right before his hands brought you down again. Ghostface watched every expression you gave, a chuckle rumbling in his throat as he had you panting against his mask. His fingers dug into your hips, no doubt leaving bruises that would eventually match the ones he had caused on your thighs earlier.

Ghostface huffed as he now moved his pelvis upwards so that your body wasn’t the only one moving, his thrusts becoming sloppy yet remaining rough and quick.

“Say my name.” he aggressively grabbed your chin, squeezing you as he brought you to a more appropriate eye level. “Scream.”

“Ghostface!” you finally opened your lips, wrapping your arms around him again as his hugged your frame tight against his chest. “Ooooh, fuck! Faster!~”

You struggled to do anything, you didn’t even know if you were still calling out to him or gave all kinds of shrieks and moans. All you knew was that the knot from before had returned, and you were having a hard time both hiding and restraining it.

“Such a tight little-” Ghostface had to stop himself, hips continuously clashing against your bottom that was probably also bruised at this point. “Squeezing my cock, you fucking love this, don’t you?”

“Y-yes!” you managed to cry out, nails once again digging into what you could only assume were Ghostface’s shoulders or arms. Considering the pads he wore, it was probably the latter.

“I’m, I’m close!”

“You don’t finish until I fucking tell you to.” Ghostface hissed at you, one of his arms still holding you tight while his other hand snaked up and inserted two of his fingers into your mouth.

With his fingers in your mouth, you choked out all kinds of sounds, never realizing that a bit of drool dripped out and down your chin, making Ghostface lick his lips.

“Yeah...yeah…” he breathed out, marveling at such a sight he waited far too long to see.

He picked up the speed, grinning like a deviant once he felt himself twitch inside you.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop…!” you mewled after his fingers were pulled out of your mouth, once again on your chin to pull your gaze down after you had thrown your head back lost in ecstacy.

“I’m not fucking stopping.” he gave a few grunts, pulling you face even closer to press himself against you. “Oooh fuck. Should have waited to kill the others, just so they could hear your cute little moans.”

“Mmm, Ghostface!” you whimpered as you felt yourself even closer, the possessive hold on your chin and body making you clench around the killer’s cock that continued to pound inside you. “Ghostface, G-ghost-”

“Do it, fucking do it.” he teased right into your ear, practically licking and nibbling you as you finally released that tension inside you.

With a scream, you wrapped your arms around the man who let go of your chin to wrap both of his arms around you again.

His thrusts became faster before you felt a hot liquid be shot inside you, eventually dripping out and sliding down your thigh as you once again had that hazy feeling.

You held onto Ghostface like your life depended on it, feeling your bottom half tremble as his speed slowed down with every final thrust until eventually there was no more.

Ghostface bit his own lip, both to hide his slight pants and the cheeky grin that crept onto his features, now leaning his head to the side where you panted exhaustively into his ears. His hands slid down from your back and waist to your bottom, supporting you so that you wouldn’t fall backwards after such an experience.

The killer squeezed your body, chuckling once more into your ear as his muffled voice spoke.

“Our film’s finished, but you can hope for a sequel.~”

[gorgeousgreymatter-x]

An excerpt from my unfortunately likely very belated birthday fic for @wynnyfryd my beloved:

It’s not like there’s a definitive set of tracks that Eddie’s on the wrong side of, but there’s something about being in Loch Nora, driving through the suburbs of these rich-y rich neighborhoods that made his skin crawl. Like he’s wearing a huge neon red sign that says I’m not supposed to be here. But there are a few things he’ll venture out to Doucheville for.

The main one being money.

Okay — the only one being money. But who was he to turn down practically double his normal rates simply because Heather Holloway was too prissy to meet in the woods? Whatever, for that much extra cash he’d throw in home delivery just this once.

Of course, because nothing in Eddie’s life is fair or easy, it backfires. Not in the lack of payday kind of way, he thinks, patting the thick roll of cash newly stuffed into his back pocket. That part had gone just fine. Heather had played her part of the stuck up cheerleader and Eddie the scummy drug dealer and yada yada everybody went home happy.

It backfires more in the almost crashed his van into a tree and died simply because he’s a horny idiot kind of way.

Because the universe apparently decided that Eddie, who’d literally promised himself that he was no longer going to be an obsessed freakazoid over Steve goddamn Harrington, must be tested, must truly suffer. Why else would right now be the exact moment in time he drives past the guy while he's clearly on a run and sporting a pair of nearly indecent length running shorts coupled with a — jesus h. christ — a Hawkins High Marching Band t-shirt cut into a crop top revealing a gloriously thick treasure trail. And muscles. So many muscles.

The universe clearly wanted Eddie to die.

And now Eddie has to sit here, rubbing awkwardly at the bruise he definitely feels blooming on his forehead from the unfortunate whack it’s taken against his steering wheel. Because, as mentioned — idiot. He has to sit here while Steve fucking Harrington peers into his open window with this unfathomably sweet look of concern on his stupid angelic face that makes Eddie, for a moment, kinda wish he was dead. Especially because his brain decides, “There was a squirrel!” is the best thing to blurt out when Steve asks if he’s okay. The hasty, “I mean, I’m fine,” Eddie adds after definitely helps sell it a lot. He can tell by the way Steve’s brow is all furrowed in a stupidly cute stupid way.

“I dunno, man,” Steve says (and Eddie definitely does not stare as he watches a single bead of sweat drip down the slope of Steve’s throat, over those pair of freckles Eddie absolutely hasn't thought about sinking his teeth into), "I kind of have a lot of experience with head injuries and that looked like it hurt. Are you sure –"

"Why do you care?"

Steve's worried expression crumples into something steely that just makes Eddie feel like even more of a dick than he knows he's already being. "I just know how shitty concussions can be, sorry for worrying about you, I guess --"

Fuck. Eddie sighs. It would be so much easier if Steve was the jerk Eddie'd always thought he was instead of what he's really turning out to be, which is such a fucking sweetheart that Eddie can't help but want to do a lot of really, really not sweet things to him. "Shit, no -- I'm being an asshole. Maybe chalk it up to that possible head trauma you're worried about?"

Steve is quiet for a moment, but then that look of cool detachment disappears, and he smiles, all gleaming white teeth, and it feels like watching the fucking sun splitting through storm clouds or some shit. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Eddie blinks and sees that Harrington's got his middle finger up, flipping him the bird with such a smug little smirk on that pretty face that Eddie can't help it. He laughs. "Cute."

"You really think so?" Maybe it's the heat. That's gotta be it, Eddie thinks, watching how Steve's cheeks flush, watches as it spreads down past his throat, past those tufts of chest hair poking up teasingly past the stretched out collar of his borrowed t shirt.

The t-shirt Steve had so clearly borrowed from Robin. Robin, who was supposedly Harrington's girlfriend. The image of Robin from earlier in the cafeteria that day wearing Steve’s letterman jacket flashes across his mind and he has to bite him own tongue to stop himself from wincing.

Eddie's gonna throw up. Maybe he does have a concussion after all.

[mochiwrites]

the hermits all go out for drinks together and grian or scar (ur choice) gets white girl wasted and starts flirting hard with the other one, like in front of most people. like if it’s grian straight up in scars lap lounging taking up all his space, if it’s scar he’s cuddled up behind grian cooing in his ear rubbing his back lightly. at some point they get separated from everyone else and when they come back they’re both covered in leaves (“what happened? why r u guys covered in leaves?” “fell out of a tree”)

oh my GOD

it’s the hermits hosting some kind of big celebration. keralis brings drinks that Will fuck you up

I love both the idea of grian And scar getting really drunk… but I’m a very big sucker for grian in scar’s lap—

scar is very flustered by it because a) it’s his husband. who is very pretty. in his lap. and b) it’s early on in their time with the hermits that neither of them are fully used to being all flirty around other people (scar is the first to fully get used to it)

so having a drunk grian in his lap, flirting with him… void help him, he really might just combust, especially if grian keeps tracing his finger over his chest. he even falls asleep there at some point and scar is Doomed

BUT ALSO THE IDEA OF A DRUNK SCAR….

he’s so very much affectionate with grian, cuddling into his side and being handsy with him. once again, if it’s in the earlier days, grian isn’t fully used to pda yet, so scar being so cuddly has him very flustered. he pets grian’s wings a few times which is SO embarrassing for grian. his husband is trying to kill him. he is actively attempting to murder him mumbo stop laughing and help get him home

I’m also so obsessed with the idea of them falling out of a tree or even like falling into a bush or something. the chances of them doing something stupid goes up by 50% when they’re drunk LMAO

[charmstwit]

Pollen and (not so) Platonically Pining - a Snippet

Pigeononacloud and I saw that the @hpkinktober prompt is sex pollen and Monday is omegaverse, and we decided to share a snippet of a future side along in our Stay with Me Universe. This particular side-along is very far in the future and won't be released until after we post chapter 66 in late March 2024.

Stay with Me is a Wolfstarbucks omegaverse fic where secondary genders return after generations of being suppressed. In an effort to keep newly Omega Sirius safe, Alpha Regulus claims him with a bite to his scent gland. This results in them having some not so platonic urges toward each other, which we've cheekily termed "Platonic Blackest." In Stay with Me, they never actually act on these urges.

That's not the case in the (non-canonical, what-if, not referenced at all in the main fic, totally for the fun of it) sex pollen side fic that we've been obsessing over. This is a little snippet of that.

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“Careful with that, you’re going to poke an eye out,” Regulus says, but there’s no heat behind it. 

“You intimidated by the size of my stick?” Sirius waggles his eyebrows.

Regulus rolls his eyes and gives him a shove. “You’re disgusting. After the dicking down Lupin gave you last night, really? Which I heard all of. Use a silencing charm next time.”

“You could’ve put up a silencing charm of your own if you didn’t want to hear,” Sirius says.

The tips of Regulus’s ears burn pink. “I shouldn’t have to protect myself from your hedonism.”

“Wah wah wah, I shouldn’t have to protect myself,” Sirius mimics in a high, whiny voice. “That’s you. That’s what you sound like.”

“Is not!” Regulus squawks.

“Is too,” Sirius says.

Regulus shoves him again, but harder this time, and Sirius actually goes stumbling. He’s almost caught himself when his foot snags on a tree root, and then he goes ass over tea kettle into the brush, tumbling into some huge, flowered plant.

“You cunt!” Sirius shouts, flailing wildly.

“Brother!” Regulus is at his side in an instant, grabbing Sirius’s arm and pulling him upright. “Are you hurt?”

“No, I’m wounded,” Sirius says severely, gesturing to the scratch on his elbow. Actually, he feels fine, albeit warm.

Regulus tsks over the scratch, frowning. “Your delicate omega constitution.”

Sirius glares at him. “I’m going to delicately omega my fist up your arse.”

Regulus laughs, and then he kisses Sirius.

It’s a nice kiss, actually. Regulus is cupping the back of his head, and one hand is on his hip, and Sirius is startled, sure, but the feeling fades quickly into contentment. Why don’t they kiss more? Regulus is a pretty great kisser. His mate must’ve taught him. Sirius runs his tongue along the seam of Regulus’s lips, and then Regulus makes a low, rumbling noise that makes Sirius shiver, and the contentment is replaced by a low grade burning desire.

There’s talking, but Regulus has got one thigh between Sirius’s legs and that is fucking brilliant. He’s growling a bit, too, hand tight in Sirius’s hair, and Sirius thinks about what an absolute twat he is while he grinds down against Regulus’s leg. Stupid little brother, presents alpha and thinks he can growl at Sirius. Sirius is probably going to have to take his knot. Just to, you know, prove he’s not intimidated by that kind of thing.

“Do you want me to stop you?”

It’s irrelevant, though, because Sirius has Regulus’s belt open and he pushes his hand into Regulus’s pants even as Regulus opens his mouth to answer. “I don’t–oh, oh fuck. I–I need, please.” He thrusts his hips forward into Sirius’s hand.

“If we are going to stop them, we should do it now. If we wait too long, they’ll long for each other.”

“Oh, we are already long past these two wanting each other."

“I believe it may already be too late."

“Fuck,” Remus says.

Sirius stops listening to them then. There are more important things happening, like the fact that he’s on his knees with Regulus’s hand in his hair, and Sirius is scrambling to pull Regulus’s trousers down so that he can finally taste him. Does his cock taste like bergamot too?

Regulus tugs his hair just enough to get Sirius’s attention, and Sirius looks up at him, his grey eyes almost totally black. Sirius whines, fingers curled around the waistband of Regulus’s briefs. He’s so close, and he needs so much. “Please?” Sirius begs.

“Yes,” Regulus gasps.

Sirius pulls his briefs down his thighs, whimpering when Regulus’s cock springs free. He hears a collective groan somewhere nearby as he wraps his fingers around the base and licks over the head, tasting salt and precome. Regulus moans above him, so Sirius does it again. He’s aiming for a third time when Regulus thrusts forward and his cock ends up halfway down Sirius’s throat.

Now Sirius is moaning, although the noise is muffled around his mouthful, and Regulus is fucking his face in messy, uneven thrusts. Sirius lets his jaw go lax, blinking up at Regulus. “F-Fuck,” Regulus gasps, thrusting far enough that Sirius chokes. “Fuck, you are a good omega.”

Sirius whines at that, one hand flying to his own zipper. He manages to get it undone, but then Regulus is pulling him off by the hair and pushing him back. He tumbles to the forest floor, and then Regulus is on him, yanking at his trousers. He tries to be helpful, and between the two of them they manage to get Sirius’s trousers off. Regulus flings them somewhere into the trees.

“Merlin fuck,” Remus groans, and Sirius turns his head to see Remus palming himself through his trousers.

A jolt of lust moves through Sirius; he wants to replace Remus’s hand with his mouth, wants to feel Remus’s cock brushing the back of his throat, wants to drown in his scent. “Moony,” he whines.

Abruptly he’s flipped, a mouthful of dirt his only warning before there’s a slap and stinging pain on his arse. “No,” Regulus says gruffly. 

It should hurt more than it does, but really the pain races straight to his cock, and Sirius rubs his face against his arm, moaning. “Alpha.”

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Insult

Lady Agnes Wildheart gets insulted by a certain wizard at the start of their adventure. SFW.

“Agi?”

Agnes turned to her newest companion and smiled as he said her name. He’s got such a lovely voice and kind eyes. “Yes?”

“You’re not versed in magic, are you?”

She raised an eyebrow. “Of course I am, I have as much magic in me as you.” What is he getting at…?

“Oh, I do apologize. I meant to ask, are you studied in magic. Namely, are you a wizard? Which you are not.” ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!? “If you meet any elder wizards, let me know. There is a matter I’d like to seek advice on from a master.” Oh I’ll show you a master all right. UP YOUR ASS!

She and Gale did not speak for the rest of the day.

***

“Hmm, Astarion have you seen Agi? I was hoping to speak to her about something.” Gale asked, a hand absentmindedly rubbing his beard. He had not seen the dwarf since they arrived back at camp over an hour ago. “She isn’t in her tent. She’s not with anyone else. Perhaps she wandered off?” His eyes widened. “Gods, what if a vicious beast got her?!”

The pale elf rolled his eyes. “The last I saw her she was stomping into the woods. She seemed quite peeved, but understandably so after you insulted her.” His ruby eyes narrowed at the wizard. “That was uncalled for, by the way. She may not have gone to some fancy university or academy, but from what I’ve seen of her fighting…” Pearly fangs glinted in the sun as he grinned. “She’s talented. Powerful.”

“Which direction did she go?” His heart was racing, gripped in panic.

He waved a dismissive hand. “Follow the smell of singed plants. Her hands were crackling with electricity. Quite the sight.” Astarion watched as Gale left, a smirk pulling at his lips. “Oooh, this is going to be fun!”

***

“I’ll show you, Gale of fucking Waterdeep. I’ll show you!” Agnes snarled, lightning hitting yet another tree stump. How dare he! After I pulled his sorry ass from that portal, invited him to join us, and he says that! “Are you a wizard? Which you are not.” No, I’m not. I’m not an arrogant ass who just says stupid shit to people. “Fucking piece of shit, book-obsessed twat!”

A heavy sigh startled her. She turned suddenly to see Gale with his hands up.

“Forgive me for disturbing you, but this piece of shit, book-obsessed twat would like to apologize for earlier.” He smiled ruefully and got on one knee. “You’ve been nothing but kind and hospitable not just to me but all of us, and I’ve repaid you with—”

Agnes crossed her arms over her ample chest. “Being a twat—”

He nodded. “Yes, being a twat. An extraordinarily massive twat, which is why I’m begging you for forgiveness.”

He seems really sorry, and I’ll accept his apology…right after this. “You know, I did have a tutor---Floriant Beliveau, a famed sorcerer in the Gate. I learned from him starting when I was toddler,” After I accidentally set a chair on fire. Oops. “It was him who taught me, him who showed me how to control the magic surging inside me, him who encouraged me not simply to rely on my gifts alone and keep my mind open to all possibilities. So, do not ever presume that I’m a stupid little sorcerer.” Holy shit, I think I sounded like Mum.

Gale squeezed his eyes shut, and when they opened again, they were full of pain. “I-I didn’t mean to imply that you are, and I’m truly so very sorry. It won’t happen again, I assure you.”

To his relief, Agnes smiled. “I accept your apology, Gale. Now, let’s have a hug!” Sorry, I’m a hugger! I love hugs! She stepped forward and embraced him, hearing him heave a sigh as he enveloped her. “Friends?” Gods, he’s so warm and…comfy. No, Agi! No! He’s not interested in you, and you were just pissed at him! But he’s sorry and apologized and got such a lovely voice—

“For as long as you’ll tolerate me, my dear.” He whispered. When he pulled away from her, he winced. “Pardon me, my knees are screaming. Ugh,” he rose to his feet, grimacing. “It’s not easy getting old.”

“Gale,” she giggled. “you’re not bloody old.” He can’t be more than thirty-five? Thirty-four? Around there, I think.

He laughed nervously. “You’re so kind. I, erm…I’m approaching my forty-first nameday.”

Her mouth hung open. “Wait, what?! No, you’re messing with me, right?”

More nervous laughter. Oh dear. “Absolutely not. I’m afraid you’re traveling with a washed up, middle-aged wizard.”

Agnes shook her head, reaching for his hand and giving it a squeeze. “No, I’m traveling with a friend who happens to be a very talented wizard from what I’ve seen.” She looked up at him and smiled. “I’m twenty-five, by the way. Just had my nameday party before…you know.” You know---when we got abducted and had parasites put in our eyeballs. That’s a hell of a sentence.

He returned her smile, and she could feel her heart flutter. “The happiest belated nameday to you, Agi. Shall we get back? Don’t want the others to worry.” She nodded, and they walked to camp with Gale telling her that her teacher once guest lectured at Blackstaff Academy. “If I remember correctly, he had quite a dry sense of humor.”

She wrinkled her nose and giggled. “He did. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t miss him.” He and Da…on the same day…no. Don’t think about that right now, or you’ll start crying.

“Oh, forgive me, I had no idea he passed.”

Nodding, she gave his hand a gentle squeeze. “I was his last student. Mum practically begged him to take me on---he was semi-retired at that point---and I’m so glad he agreed. Master Beliveau was tough but fair. He taught me so much about magic and how to use it to protect others…or attack. Either one!”

Gale chuckled. “If I may make an observation, you seem to have a preference for offense.”

“To be fair, Gale---fireball is one of the best spells ever.” She giggled. “And I happen to be very good at it.”

Squeezing her hand, he chuckled and lowered his voice. “Maybe we can compare our fireballs, my dear?”

Agnes’s face turned as bright red as her hair. Okay, is this flirting? I think it is? Perhaps? “What? To see whose is bigger?”

“Bigger, brighter…maybe see the passion we put into creating giant balls of fire?” When her glance met his, he winked at her.

Okay, so he’s got giant fiery balls of passion? I am totally here for it! The sound that escaped her was a squeak.

“Patience. All in good time, dear lady.” Gale murmured, squeezing her hand one more time as they arrived back at camp. “I never make claims I cannot prove. After all, I can back that up with considerable evidence.”

What the fuck do I even say to that?! “Regardless, I’d like to go through all your evidence. Very thoroughly.” Ooooh I think I’m good at flirting! “And don’t worry, Gale---I can be quite patient.” Letting go of his hand, she twirled, now facing him. “When I want to be, that is.”

Agnes giggled as she watched Gale stumble towards his tent.

Because he was trying to hide the tent in his trousers.

[inkykeiji]

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-4fGPKi34xddcFk3msZFnc_UWYCMndkquW7UkGQE83I/edit

AAAA OKAY SORRY SORRY TRY NOW!!!

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IT WORKS NOW eeeee yay thank you so much!!!!! this made me so emotional (in a good way!)!! i just cannot tell you how honoured i am that you did this for one of my stories like.....i genuinely don’t even have the words to describe how incredible that is and how lucky i am to have you here with me. thank you so much for sharing this with me, i will cherish it so very much ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡)

my thoughts on each song beneath the cut!!!

family tree - ethel cain

i totally see what you’re saying here!!! ugh god i love ethel cain so much, her music is just so perfect for so much of my work in terms of vibes and atmosphere yk what i mean??? so i was so glad to see that u included her here!!

demolition lovers - mcr

there’s a dozen reasons in this gun has got to be one of my favourite lyrics ever, wow!!! but also, i loved the whole last minute or so of this song!! i know that’s where the lyrics you selected are from, but i just feel like that entire final verse describes the trajectory of dabi and reader’s relationship??? from their first meeting to that last scene with keigo in the hospital.

i would die for you - in this moment

okay, YES. yes, i completely get what you mean LMAO. just that ravenous, all-consuming, downright obsessive love, us against the world type, those who continuously swallow each other whole just to spit them back out again and repeat the entire process. loved it so much <33 VERY dabi x reader!!!

voodoo doll - the funeral portrait

oof okay this song hit so hard it made me sob. as i’ve said before, tag you’re it is a very personal story to me, having grown up with and lived with (and been parented by) addicts for my entire life. because, honestly, addiction doesn’t just hurt the user, it hurts everyone who cares about the user, too. i’m not gonna go too deep into that but i loved everything you had to say about this song and i agree with you one million percent, you hit the nail right on the head!!!

life vest - the material

okay let me just take a moment to bask in the fact that the motel scenes are your favourite because i worked SO insanely hard on those scenes LMAO <3 two bodies with one beating heart oh i love love love this. but yeah!!! at that moment in the story especially, dabi is her life vest; for the majority of their time there (right up until the end) he discards his manipulation and casts off his selfishness and allows himself to just be with her, to be there for her, for completely selfless reasons, because he truly does love her. it is a crucial point in their relationship!

tears don’t fall - bullet for my valentine

ooooh yes okay!!! one of the lyrics that really stuck out to me in this song is there’s always something different going wrong / the path i walk’s in the wrong direction because it feels very keigo, especially since he was the golden boy who fell from grace, essentially. adding onto your selection of lyrics, the her conscience calls the guilty to come home also kind of reminded me of the guilt reader feels for leaving keigo, and how that guilt kind of repeatedly calls for her to come back to him, sometimes in the form of keigo himself.

everybody sells cocaine - motionless in white

holy fuck i LOVED this song!!! and you’re SO right, btw!!! dabi is constantly tempting keigo, taunting keigo, ‘testing’ keigo in the most twisted, unfair ways ever. i don’t even have anything to add, i just agree with you wholeheartedly.

jupiter - flower face

omg yes this is VERY dabi x reader during their budding relationship in part one especially. also, these silly games we play / stupid ways to make you stay / my heart’s split open on display / i can’t wait another day pretty much encompasses them fully <33 also also, rly loved the lyric it must be holy to feel something so pure makes me think of dabi as he initially starts to truly fall in love with her—real, pure, sincere! okay i just got to the end of the song and tbh, i think there’s even an argument to be made here for part two as well, and the way their relationship progresses, the concept of home, etc.

luna - wisp

feeling u hardcore on the chest aching with this song. it’s just the melody, you know??? it feels so infused with raw emotion. this one also kind of reminds me of the sex scene in part one AHAHAHA but that’s more due to how hazy and fragmented reader is <3

bottles - the material

oh yeah, for sure! alcoholism is still substance abuse, and it is still addiction. oof this is another one that made me like, super emotional. just rly struck a chord!! i love everything you’ve pointed out here, and i also love how the chorus (in particular the lyrics those bottles are everywhere / and i can’t be everywhere / to keep them from you) reminds me so much of how reader feels towards keigo’s addiction for the majority of the series; she so desperately wishes to save him from himself, she so desperately wants to help, to be useful, but she truly cannot be everywhere cataloging all of his actions all of the time

aaaah WOW sleepy!!!! incredible playlist, thank you again for sharing it with me and the rest of us here on inkykeiji!!! your selection of songs and the order in which you curated them was just genius, i am so blessed to be able to experience this <333

[what-gs-watching]

“It’s Christmas time, pretty baby, and the snow is falling on the ground…”

Well, now I’m in the interview prep portion of the bootcamp thing I’m doing and y’all, I don’t loveeee trying to practice talking about my experience. I really am one of those people that just shows up and says whatever tumbles out of my mouth and that has worked, so far, mostly, I guess. But apparently now I need to really try and that is a bummer. 

But it’s November, which means I have carte blanche to throw myself into the Christmas season. Gang, I love Christmas. I really do. I have a big family and it was always a fucking mess at my parents’ house but it makes me feel cozy and warm and so every year the Saturday before Thanksgiving I drag my husband to the tree farm because we have to have a real tree, and by the time we’re eating turkey, my entire house is decked out and it’s time for CHRISTMAS MOVIES.

I started this blog because I had been rambling at my engineering team at the time about my complete and utter obsession with Good Omens and I’d described my “What G’s Watching” game. One of the engineers said he’d absolutely read this trifling mess, and we had talked about Christmas movies, I forget why, and he said he could imagine curling up with a cup of tea and reading my rant on said movies. It was part of what ultimately convinced me to do this stupid thing, obviously.

So Kevin, if you’re out there, this is for you.

Welcome to my ultimate list of basic bitch Christmas movies (OTHER than the typical ones, we don’t need to talk through those do we?) you can stream this season. All previously released, because we’re gonna have to talk about the new ones  as they come. You’re welcome.

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The Christmas Chronicles (2 movies, Netflix)

KURT RUSSELL is Santa and he’s caught by a brother and a sister  while delivering presents and they end up going on a crazy adventure to save Christmas after something obviously goes wrong. 

YOU GUYS, IT’S KURT RUSSELL AS SANTA. That should be enough for you. Because he is literally the PERFECT Santa Claus and I will defend that ‘til the end. The beard is perfect! And he plays Santa like a super cool badass! And there’s a fucking musical number!!!!!!! 

The first one is better than the second one, but the second one is still fun and has GOLDIE HAWN as Mrs. Claus and it’s so cute I could literally die. 

I straight up love Christmas Chronicles and I don’t care who knows it. It has the right amount of emotion and it reminds me of being a kid kind of and really, we’ve always needed a COOL santa. I have no idea why I’m so obsessed with Kurt Russell in this situation, but I really, really am. Absolutely no shame here.

WATCH IT.

A Christmas Prince (3 movies, Netflix)

A prince of a made-up country needs to return home before Christmas Eve so he can assume the throne after his father died, and a wanna-be reporter of a magazine? I think? Is assigned to cover the story.  She pretends to be the new nanny for the family and OBVIOUSLY hijinks ensue. Obviously.

Y’all, there are three movies in this series. They made THREE of them. And they’re all ridiculous. But also kinda charming. Like, something to put on while you wrap presents and then you find yourself, like, halfway through the second one and you’re like “well I’m here now, might as well get through the entire thing, I weirdly need to know how this ends.” 

It’s pure fluff. It’s a perfect Hallmark-esque situation, but better than the Hallmark movies because the heroine doesn’t actually need to give up anything for love like Hallmark always makes them do. Like, girl, why can’t you have a career while your husband does XYZ small-town job? WHY NOT BOTH. 

The point is, ya girl likes a happy ending. All of these have a happy ending. Everything on this list will have a happy ending.

Let It Snow (Netflix)

It snows on Christmas Eve and a group of kids in a small town, including a pop star for some reason, deal with that, and their issues, and it builds to a big ol’ party. 

This one is way better than it sounds. There is an adorable queer relationship, and two friends figuring out they’re in love, and one girl realizing she should go away to college because she can’t just stay and shoulder all the issues her family has, and friends prioritizing their friendship, and Joan Cusack playing the town’s crazy lady. 

I’m clearly still like 17 at heart so I enjoy a good ‘random teens figuring shit out’ movie. It’s just cute as hell. 

Holidate (Netflix)

Emma Roberts hates holidays because her boyfriend broke up with her so while she returns shitty Christmas presents she meets a dude who agrees to be her random ‘date’ for all of the holidays that year. 

Okay, this is not strictly a Christmas movie but it starts and ends at Christmas, and it’s fucking hilarious. This is not for kids, but oh my god, I laughed way more than I expected to. And the dude is Australian which is sooo up my alley, and of course the point is that they randomly end up falling for each other and sometimes I need a good romance that is kind of, sort of realistic (in how awkward it gets at times) even if the premise is ridiculous. 

Like, if you wanna get drunk on some wine with some adults that are not easily offended after the kids are in bed, this is the one. 

Single All The Way (Netflix)

A guy doesn’t want to go home for the holidays because his family is gonna be judgmental about his taste in dudes and the fact that he’s perpetually single, so he drags his roommate along for the ride.

Y’all. This is just a really, really adorable love story. No bullshit tricks, no stupid plot, just two friends falling in love. 

I very clearly love boys falling in love, and this one is sweet as hell. Also, it’s got Jennifer Coolidge as the crazy aunt! And Kathy Najimy! The family is hilarious and the boys are relatable and of course there’s a point where the main character is set up with a super hottie but like, they figure it out eventually. And not in a stupid, cheesy movie way. It just feels really cozy. 

This was hands down my absolute favorite the year it came out. Hard recommend.

Spirited (Apple TV)

 A re-telling (kind of?) of a Christmas Carol, but make it a musical with Will Ferrell and Ryan Reynolds.

Okay I’m gonna admit it: this one is so WEIRD! It absolutely did NOT need to be a musical whatsoever but I could not look away. I will watch anything with Will Ferrell and Ryan Reynolds though, and it was funny. And I did not expect the twist they worked in. 

Do you have two hours to be strangely pulled into this and then feel weird ways about stuff? You should. This year, I’m gonna eat a gummie first. It’ll be worth it.

Zoey's Extraordinary Christmas (Roku Channel with ads, but it’s not horrible)

A woman who’s gained the power to see/learn people’s emotions through witnessing them do elaborate musical numbers, has an unsettling family christmas.

Hear me out on this one. I was absolutely obsessed with Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist (it’s on Peacock; go watch it, like, right now. Immediately). It was such a ridiculous concept for a show but it was really so effing charming. And heartwarming, and also heartbreaking. If you haven’t seen the show, the Christmas movie is  not going to be as emotional for you, but it’s still extremely cute. The pageantry! The musical numbers! The family dynamics! 

I’ll admit this is niche as hell, but Zoey is my bish and I will tell anyone who will listen they should watch. I miss that show terribly.

Somewhat Honorable Mentions

Netflix did two random movies last year that I did watch: Christmas with You, starring Freddie Prinze Jr (!!!!!!) and Falling for Christmas with Lindsay Lohan.

Listen, I support random actors I have loved since I was a kid doing Christmas movies. Especially since they haven’t gotten up to a whole lot else. I want Lindsay Lohan to figure her fucking life out, because I can’t let go of Mean Girls or The Parent Trap. She could have been a whole damn thing and I’m sad about how things went for her and I just want her to be okay, you guys.

Is her Christmas movie mostly terrible? Yes. But it’s good background noise, just like Freddie Prinze Jr’s, and I want them both to keep doing things. So watch them while you’re cleaning the house, because why not?

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Because I literally have all of the time in the world on my hands, I’ll probably watch almost all of these, and my favorite old standards too. 

I’ll save Elf and A Muppet’s Christmas Carol  to watch with my little nephews when I head home. We’ll do the George C. Scott version of A Christmas Carol on Christmas Eve as a weirdo family. I’ll put on White Christmas while I get the tree decorated and I’ll be singing ‘when I’m worried and I can’t sleep, I count my blessings instead of sheep..’ for days. I’ll put on The Holiday in between Christmas and New Year’s because I am very much Kate Winslet in that movie, always the best friend, never the leading lady.  I might be able to tempt my Christmas-avoidant husband into Home Alone.

The point is, Christmas movies are such a wonderful and ridiculous genre of content. Because let’s be honest, no one’s holiday season is ever like that. No one, in the history of the world, has Christmases like they do in these ridiculous movies. But it’s nice to pretend. It’s nice to get that warm fuzzy feeling, it’s nice to imagine having the perfect decorations, or a crazy adventure, or a surprising romance. Because we all know, winter is bleak. It’s dark at 4:30 in the afternoon and it’s sludgy and wet and gray and unappealing. But it’s never that in Christmas movies - it’s always magical and exciting and twinkly. And we all deserve something magical and exciting and twinkly. At least until we can make it out of the dark. 

So, stream it all, y’all, it’s that time of year.

[whiskyblu]

Ok the fuckboy allegations agains Jae eon are making more sense.

Ep 2 starts with Na Bi and Jae On about to kiss under a tree, then he gets a call, and has to leave.  

Enter Best Girl Bit Na trying to explain to Na Bi

“Flowers don’t bloom for just one butterfly….he’s like a flower, a symbol of seductive beauty that withers once its plucked…and you don’t know how to keep things casual.”

And now that Na Bis been warned, Best Girl Bit Na proceeds to support and enable Na Bi to have as many orgasms as possible before she gets her heart broken. 

And thats when I realized, I’m the fuckboi here. Like I’m pretty sure most of the people calling JaeOn a fuckboy would say the same about me because, while I’m not Song Kang Hot (bc really who tf is?) or as calculated about it as Jae On, that’s pretty much how I relationship. Like a neighborhood cat that wanders from house to house, no one knows who it technically belongs to, but everyone lets it in their house, feeds it, loves it, and lets it back out when its ready.  If this dynamic does not spark joy in you, I’m probably not a good fit lol

Bit Na gets demoted from best girl to fuck girl for a bullshit speech about how men and women can’t be friends. -.- 

Ok here’s where I get annoyed with jae eon, dude takes Na bi to a club, and she clearly hates it and has her ears covered and wants to leave. And he just acts cute and gently manipulates her into dancing with him and ‘having fun in spite of herself” cuz she’s so into him. Both cheesy and obnoxious. If it’s not fuck yea, it’s no my dude. In everything else as in sex.

Ok this part is dumb, too.

Nabi walks out of the club to meet Jae eon, who’s smoking outside. A girl gets to JE before Nabi does and clearly knows him, asks if he wants to come hang out with them, asks if he’s with anyone. A perfectly reasonable friendly interaction.

Nabi gets all sad and insecure, and Jae Eon…he reacts the way an insecure mono person would want him too, but it’s rude and stupid. He like. Looks at NaBi, looks kind of annoyed and nervous, and then puts an arm around NaBi and is all “i’m with her you can hang out without.” Girl suggests they can all hang out together, NaBi is like “no I can leave its fine!” -.-

Like. The appropriate way to handle that interaction is to be friendly, introduce everyone “i’m here with this person to night, we’re gonna hang out on our own. See you next time!” and everyone fucks off their separate ways. 

But no. it’s all…tense and dumb. 

Ok so I left a thing out.  Theres this butterfly theme in the show. NaBi, I think, means butterfly, or sounds like butterfly in korean. JE has a Thing for butterflies. Like a cat lady, but butterflies. And the first time NaBi and Jae Eon met, he beat her at darts, and “the winner grants the loser a wish.” His wish was to draw a butterfly on her forearm in marker. Very cute, she didn’t wash it off, blah blah. 

When he saw her again, he was like “oh its still there, it’s water based marker it should be gone by now.”

So, enter Random Club Girl, she’s got the same butterfly on her arm and its fresh. So, you know. More insecurity for NaBi

NaBi asks about the butterfly and he’s like “she did that on her own, she must’ve wanted to see how I’d react…she was a little obsessed with me and delusional.”

Squints ok yellow flag. That could be true. Or bullshit. Or “she wanted to date and I didn’t and then she wouldn’t leave me alone.” All plausible, but kinda shady. So, point in the fuckboy column.

The green flag, tho. Is that dude communicates. Addresses the situation head on, checks in. Asks here ‘hey why’d you try to ditch me?” and then proceeds to be reassuring and. You know. Normal about it. MonoNabi is unconvinced, and I am annoyed.

UGH fucking ji wan again. “Sol! Your so pretty! Even your eyebrows!” *pets eyebrows* “so what are we doing for lunch?”

Being closeted sucks. Oblivious straight girls suck, even when they are less straight than pre-gay. 

Sidebar. Deeply fucking annoying thing in both kdrama and us stuff: character has some completely insignificant owie, and the other person fusses like they’ve broken an ankle. Bitch it’s a papercut, calm down.

Anyway, like that, and PJ being overly concerned is the thing that makes her think “yeah, no, I gotta nip this in the bud”

-.- Maybe I’m just too old for tv that doesn’t have monsters in it.

*a bunch of unnecessary angst about completely normal dating behavior*

…and then it gets gross. He messages her a lot and she ignores him, and angsts, and has a sex dream about him. Which. I mean. Fair.

Then  she’s in class with him, and she has a Period disaster, so she starts acting uncomfortable and tries to escape, he goes to check on her-and notices she's trying to cover up her butt. So he just wraps a shirt around her waist.

Yeah, total fuck boy *eyeroll*

And then later when GoodFriend BitNa is trying to talk NaBi down from getting her heart broken she’s like:

“The things that make you feel special probably mean nothing to him. He’s nice to everyone without exception.”

DUDE.

He’s perfect. Why? Whis is this a problem? I’m so confused. The only ML with zero red flags and HE’S a fuckboy in a toxic situationship?

MAKE IT MAKE SENSE.

There’s another drunk college kids party, and it gets a little. People hang out at Na bis house, everyone scatters for a minute (cue some cute shit) and Na Bi seek Jae eon kissing one of the other girls

Ok, this part is gross. As soon as he sees NaBi, and tells the other girl “go back inside, I gotta make a phone call” and makes a very sincere-seeming, direct bid to be kissing NaBi instead instead…and she wipes the other girls lipstick off of him and kisses him.

Now I’ve got some fuckin feelings.

Like. He says something dumb like “oh, nbd, the girl just wanted to try kissing, I’d rather be kissing you.”  

So like. Man is either a supervillain, ho edition, and is trying to see how far he can push her, or…idek.

Like. He’s obviously trying to persuade her to become part of the rotation, which is valid. But this just seems fuckin disrespectful to both of them. 

Except if I was flirting with someone at a party, and saw him kissing someone else, it wouldn’t bother me. I mean, ok yes, I’m a human person who gets jealous but…not angry or disapproving. More like “ooh i wanna be smooching them too, get it, girl” you know? Like it wouldn’t bother me to be one of a few people making out with him in one night. 

I miiight even feel weird to watch him ditch her to come make out with me?  

Im also established enm, and very open about it so…different dynamics.

This is me being genuinely annoyed at our boy for the first time

[metallteeff]

not to gush or seem as though i’m hyping up ONE but i really do adore his imagery and symbolsim he uses

there’s stuff used commonly such as plants and flowers (cactus for ritsu and the bouquet in confession along with everything with the divine tree) as well as the use of hands for just about anyone but particularly reigen and teru come to mind (could be read as a means of keeping up and breaking their facades respectively)

but then there’s things like trash and garbage used when we see kamuro (very direct in its means but i really do love this example because i feel like i don’t often see garbage used to tell or reflect anything about a character or their sense of self. it’s wormed it’s way into my art and i think about it quite often.) and light but mostly water in relation to reigen. there’s also teru’s hair but since that’s way more direct i don’t really know if it fits here i’m more talking about stuff that is simply shown but not expanded on much within canon. it’s simply there as a visual aid

but i really do enjoy the way one presents these things because 1) they often look wonderful in the manga panels and are some of my favorites when these things are shown. but 2) none of it feels like it’s just surface level and slapped on top.

this is one of favorite like pairs of panels in the manga bc i am a sucker for botanical imagery but also i love what’s chosen for them. ritsu with cacti and the narration given is pretty explanatory but i still love it. but kamuro with roses makes me giddy bc for fucking once it’s not a stupid romance flower. worst romance flower sorry i hate roses. but to lean into a rose’s association for passion along with its usual dark red coloring makes it perfect for both his character and this arc being sinister and obsessive with cleanup. i love it so much

oh not to mention spoons too! i don’t have a cohesive explanation or personal reading on spoons but obviously it’s strongly correlated with ritsu and his mental state and mentality towards himself etc. it’s kind of like a punching dummy that later reflects the emotions he takes out on ppl thru his powers lol.

i cant really think much of anything else as of rn i just really like when it’s clear that the author of something doesn’t necessarily abide by typical outlines made for common symbolism or imagery and rather make up their own canon and meanings for things commonly used to uncommon and mundane objects, body parts, or other things like animals and nature in relation to their own story and universe. that’s what makes these actually feel like they are rooted in these characters rather than just assigning vague random things that loosely fit a character. hope that makes sense.

also my favroite panel of hands relating to teru to close this off

[rainyearning]

unavernales​:

“i don’t know what his price is going to be, so we’re both gonna play nice.” the hand serghei has on noori’s thigh tightens as he rounds a corner. they were driving out to see a witch serghei had met some decades ago. they kept in touch, partly for business and partly because serghei knew a valuable ally when he saw one. having noori tag along wasn’t… practical. nor was it strategic. however, serghei’s obsession with keeping his kitten as close as possible won out any intelligent thought. serghei’s request also had to do directly with noori, so it only seemed fair.

sure, serghei was visiting to get some of his blades enchanted. check if he’s gotten any sort of hex or supernatural tracking spell on him. however… he’s also requested sujin’s ear to make his and noori’s sex life a bit easier. hearing that sujin had gotten a new pet himself only makes serghei more confident in the witch empathizing with his… dilemma.

“you fuckin’ listening to me? i don’t want you causing trouble. especially with his fuckin’ dog. i mean it, noori.” he fixes his gaze on the cat sitting pretty in the passenger seat. it’s one of the reasons serghei doesn’t like having chauffeurs: noori looked so damn good in luxury cars. “be on your best behavior. no bullshit. or i’m taking away the damn cat tower.”

He had never heard of this Sujin person, a powerful witch sounded both rather interesting and also.. dangerous. Mostly interesting though. The cat could only roll his eyes when he was told to play nice. As if he needed to be told to play nice. “I’m always nice. Pretty delightful, if you ask me. People like me.” His gaze wandered out of the window, his lips.. a tiny bit pouty. He didn’t want to really tag a long to that meeting. He had been so comfortable at home. For him it was supposed to be a no pants kind of day, just comfortably laying on one of the leather couches, watching entertaining reality TV while having some catnip. But Serghei had other plans. And so he was nicely dressed, black tight pants, a short sleeved turle neck and a comfy, leopard printed coat. “Of course I am fucking listening. Your voice cuts through any of my thoughts.. so annoying.” He snorted softly. “If that stupid dog stays away from me, there is no need to worry. I just.. can’t promise that I keep my claws to myself when he has his nose near my butt. That’s weird.” Dogs are weird. But the little threat? it causes Noori to actually laugh, honestly. “I feel like taking away my cat tower would be a bigger punishment to you. You seem to enjoy having me on that tree a lot.” he got stuck once by accident and since then, he had been stuck in plenty situations just because it was a surprisingly sensual experience. “It’s like a damn sex swing..” 

“He has a cat.” Sujin was digging through a cabinet in his office. It wasn’t really.. an office. Sure, he had his clients meet with him in there, expensive old furniture for them to sit down, but it was mostly a place he worked in. Fixing spells, potions, trinkets. Hoarding all kinds of herbs and items he needed for enchantments. Books.. so many of them. He hardly took Kieran in here because he could imagine that the overall scent could be a bit overwhelming. But then. Serghei was bringing his pet and Sujin, he so proudly showed off his bestest boy. “Come here.. this calls for the pretty collar.” He had put some clothes out for Kieran to wear but now that he saw his boy, he felt like another collar fitted so much better. A velvet one with a golden moon attached to it. He easily fixed it around his pets neck. “Listen, babyboy, just don’t let that cat overwhelm you. Their master informed me that he might be a bit of a menace. Try to read them and you should be okay.” He gave Kieran a good look when he was done, nodding slowly. “Hand me some mugs, will you? I made some tea..” But before his pup can do his little task, Sujin takes hold of the males chin, giving him two quick kisses. “Who is my good boy?”

[writeformesinpie]

Restless Devotion

Lee Seokmin (DK) x Fem!Reader 

Summary - You’re home alone… at least you think you are. You can’t shake the feeling that someone’s watching you. 

Genre - Yandere

Warnings - Stalker, sexual content, implied violence, obsession, swearing, yandere themes. 

Word Count - 1.6k

A/N - This is part of the Don’t Be Scared Seventeen Halloween Collab. It is so late! 😭 I’m sorry @jeonronwoo​ ! (Pretty sure that this collab was cancelled or abandoned which is fine - I actually wrote this last September but never edited it - stupid ADHD brain haha) 

   There’s a faint tap against the window.

   It’s not the first time you’ve heard the gentle scraping sound while you sit on your bed, scrolling on your laptop. The last few nights have all been the same but when you look outside all you see is the display garden a few steps from your window.

   Someone could be hiding out there, past the delicate garden, out in the maple trees. It’s true, but no matter how long you stare into the dark spaces between the flora, you’ve yet to see anyone or anything moving around. A soft breeze flickers against the open curtain and the material dances for a few moments before falling back into an unsettling stillness.

   It’s not just a branch like your roommate suggested earlier in the week, how could it be? The branches are too far away. It’s physically impossible.

   They also suggested it was a rock from a passing car hitting the wall, which you admit is the more likely of the two, but still unlikely. The rock would have to fly past all the trees and just happen to make its way between them to land close to your window. And to do so more than once? Perhaps it had been just a bug or some kind of animal.

   Goosebumps crawl across your skin as you look outside once more. No, you’re not alone.

   You are being watched.

   There’s no logic behind it. It’s only a feeling, but you know it’s true.

   The ping of your phone sounds off as you peek through the middle of the lace separating the solid purple drapes on either side of it. Maybe it’s time to invest in some blackout curtains, or some thick horizontal blinds.

   There’s no one outside – no one you can see, anyway.

   Letting out a deep sigh, you walk back to the bed and dive headfirst against the bedspread, your body rigid and unmoving until another ping of your phone demands your attention.

   It’s your roommate. They’re out of town visiting their family and have something new to complain about no doubt. Tossing your phone onto your pillow, you continue to scroll through social media, responding to some of your friends before your phone pings once more.

   “Alright, alright. What do you want?” Looking at her message, you pull the phone closer to your face. “What the fuck?”

   This can’t be real.

   Needing to see it on a larger screen, you search up the username your roommate sent you. The account pops right up. It’s real. But who would do this?

   “What is this?”

   Typing furiously, you ask questions that she doesn’t know the answers to. A friend of hers you had met a few times happened across the account and thought it was suspicious and forwarded it. They don’t know who the owner of the account is. They don’t know if it’s just a joke. They don’t know anything useful at all.

   This can’t be real.

   It’s an instagram account claiming to be your official fansite with a bunch of your pictures. Nothing but your pictures. One hundred and twenty nine of them.

   Pictures you haven’t seen before. Pictures of you in your bedroom sitting on your bed, looking at your laptop or laying down while staring at your phone. Pictures of you outside talking to friends or buying groceries. And, perhaps the most disturbing of all, pictures of you wearing a towel while you brush your teeth in the bathroom. The angles make it obvious these were taken from your window but the bathroom is on the second floor.

   ”The love of my life.”

   ”You went to the aquarium today.”

   ”Should I help with your flat tire?”

   Pushing the laptop away, you jump off the bed. Pulling the suitcase out from under your bed, you unzip it before flinging open your dresser. Scraping together as many items as you can, you toss them on your bed. A soft rap at the window throws you off guard, your head snapping up as you look back in the direction of the sound.

   Ignoring what you hope is indeed just a bug, your heartbeat throbs in your ears as you look back at the laptop. The account boasts about being your biggest fan, that you’re the love of their life and this is their way to worship you, that you deserve to be treated like a queen.

   It’s too much. Tears well in your eyes as a wave of shivers take control of your shoulders.

   There’s more.

   Although there aren’t many likes, the comments somehow outweigh them. Each comment is worse than the last. Creepy messages fill the space under your photos, wishing they could touch you and asking for more content. They want to see you closer. They want to see you with less clothing. They want to see you cry. They want to see you moan.

   Scrolling through each photo, you look with utter disbelief at the captions and comments, tears streaming down your face.

   Returning your focus back to packing, you shove the clothes into the case, mindless of what you grabbed and what you even need. You click your tongue as a wave of cold sweat covers your arms and face. The pictures. The older ones were of you in your backyard, in your car and out and about. The more photos this freak posted, the closer they were until–

   You turn the laptop towards you and shudder.

   The last photo.

   The last picture of you is from inside the house, the mesh of the window no longer visible.

   It’s of you sleeping.

   As if someone was hovering above you while you slept.

   Taking a deep breath, you stumble to the door, your fingers shaking as you try several times to lock it. Sweat lubricates your palms, making it difficult to turn the knob. Once you hear the familiar click, you turn your back and slide down, landing roughly on your arse. Slumped up against the door, your shoulders hunched, you take a few deep breaths before your breathing finally starts to slow and you’re able to sooth your raging heart closer to that of a normal rhythm.

   “It’s okay. You’re okay,” you hum as you begin to rub your forearms back and forth, the continuous movement lulling you into a sense of security. There’s nothing to fear. You’re fine. You are safe here. There’s no one here.

   As if on queue the soft tap at your window causes you to jump.

   There’s someone outside.

   Pushing yourself up, you turn towards the glass and whimper. This can’t be happening. With a rapid glance around the room, your eyes lock on the five pound dumbbell lying on the ground by your closet. Edging across the wall, you slink to the floor and raise the weight in front of you in a protective stance as you inch closer to the window.

   Halfway there a creaking sound comes from the floor above, stopping you dead in your tracks. Head heavy, you look at the ceiling before turning back to the window with a gasp.

   There’s no one outside.

   No one’s outside but, through the reflection of the window, you see the closet door opening behind you.

   He’s already inside the house.

   Steadying yourself, you take a deep breath before turning on your heel and swinging the dumbbell at the stranger in your room. He just smiles and sidesteps your attack. His reactions are faster than yours and before you can lift the weight again, his arms have circled your body and forced it out of your hand. It crashes to the ground with a mighty thud.

   “You fucking creep,” you screech, slaming the heel of your foot into his shin before you run towards the door. Turning the knob a few times, you curse under your breath. You had locked it just a few minutes ago, the action backfiring. As you push against the lock to open the door, he pulls you back by your hair, lifting you up in the air and hurling you onto the bed. Pain radiates from your scalp as you scramble up to the headboard, holding out your hands. “What do you want? Please don’t hurt me.”

   “Oh baby, I don’t want to hurt you. I want to love you.” The light catches his features, shadows enunciating every curve and dip. His face is all angles, and his kinked and fluffy hair dusting his eyes keeps them from full view. He looks as deranged as his words.

   “How can you love me? We don’t even know each other,” you say, a gurgled bubble clogging your throat on the last word, turning your voice into something unrecognisable. “Please just let me go.”

   “I’m never gonna let you go.”

   He slinks down onto the bed and slides towards you, his face covered with a grin that stretches across his slender face. He catches one of your feet as you kick out against him. Lifting your leg up, he presses his lips against your ankle. Flinching, you pull back but his fingers bite into your skin, making you cry out.

   “No one will ever love you as much as I do. This world doesn’t deserve you.” He’s looking at you from the same level now and you can see his eyes. They’re dark, like the rest of his features, with a glimmer of hope and lust on full display. He’s looking at you like a cat who found a saucer of milk.

   “Please, don’t.” Your voice is a whisper. His eyes are intent on yours as his tongue caresses your calf, leaving a trail of kisses up to your thigh. “Just stop.”

   “I’m going to love you with every inch of my being,” he whispers, slithering up your body, a smile still adorning his face. “And I’ll never stop. Not until your dying breath.”

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[hotwings0203]

Meeee. I want a longer version of the voyeur deku and bully kacchan. but in kacchan's pov tho. 💜💜💜👀

My dear anon. You ask and so you shall receive 💓

Pt.1, Pt.2

Tw: implied gangbang, stalking, implied noncon

If there’s one thing Katsuki Bakugo hated more than Deku, it was you.

No, actually, scratch that.

He couldn’t stand you around Deku.

As his childhood friend-or rival, whatever the fuck you wanted to call it, Bakugo knew Deku like the back of his hand.

He knew how he liked his breakfast, eggs runny with cheese and pepper sprinkled in the middle. He knew how crazy he could be as a fanboy for All Might, collecting over 500 antiques of the hero. He knew how he liked spring better because then he could stand under the Sakura trees and close his eyes in bliss while the petals floated softly down on his face.

He knew how he liked to steal your panties and jerk off to them.

He knew that his favorite position to watch him rape you from the front so that he could see every expression while you were filled to the brim with cum.

How the fuck could you be so blind?

Did you not notice the way your undergarments slowly started to vanish, one by one? Did you not realize who’s handwriting it was when you found yet another threatening yet lewd note in your locker? You had to actually be brain dead to not catch on to how he was always the last person out, just to trail behind and watch how your ass swayed when you walked out of the classroom.

But no, apparently you were even more stupid than he thought.

Because instead of correctly matching a face to actions, you thought him, Bakugo fucking Katsuki was the one doing all of this.

He supposed he couldn’t actually hold it against you though. I mean, he was the one slipping a hand up your shirt when you were walking out said door, he was the one who was shoving you against the lockers right when you were about to unlock it and find the notes, and he was the one who tore your panties in two, dangling them in front of your face while you pleaded for him to give it back. He never did, of course, he simply threw them over his shoulder and proceeded dragging you away so he could fuck you in privacy.

But he guesses there wasn’t much privacy if he was being watched all the time.

It was actually pretty typical of Deku. To leech off of what he left behind and try to claim it as his own. First his All Might obsession, then his shoot style, and now you? It’s pathetic, but typical.

He should’ve realized it wasn’t the shadows moving in the corner of his eyes when he was buried to the hilt inside your warmth. When the hairs stood at the back of your neck in the showers, it wasn’t because he was fucking you dumb, it was because someone else’s moans were in synch with his.

But it’s okay, because he knows and you don’t. He knows how the dweeb looks at you, how he sports a tent in his pants when you innocently lay a hand on his shoulder, he knows why your window is broken even though you fell asleep with it intact.

He catches Deku one day. He catches him red handed like the little rat he is.

It was so easy, too, the green haired little shit follows him around like some lovesick puppy anyways. Sometimes he can’t tell if he’s following you or himself.

You walk home from your night classes one evening, when the night is darker than your own shadows and the stars barely dust across the sky. No one else is around, and so you clutch your bag a little more tightly against you whenever you hear a leaf or a start car rustle in the trees surrounding your path back to the dorms.

Bakugo knows your schedule, of course. You take English and Statistics in the morning and save Quirk Training for the evening when you’re the most tired-a stupid plan, in his opinion.

Or at least he thought, at first. Turns out that you’re the easiest to follow when you’re spent and covered in bruises from being thrown against rocks and burned by fire from class. He wishes he could’ve seen you in person when that all happens, but it doesn’t matter when you’re stumbling down the cobblestone path towards your dorm, deaf and blind to any person that might be right behind you.

You just want to go home, he can accept that. Especially when he can so easily trail after you, merely 20 feet away on the same path as you. No one would suspect he’s up to no good from the leisurely way he strolls with his hands in his pockets, and he would bet his entire life that you wouldn’t waste a second to turn around and check your surrounding in favor of hurrying up to your room so you can sleep the aches away.

He might be subtle, but Deku isn’t.

The fucker hides in the bushes and almost crawls like a bug in the foliage after his two favorite people. It’s not even a clever disguise because his hair is three shades lighter than the leaves on the thickets.

Bakugo can hear the twigs snap and rustle as he bumbles around trying to be inconspicuous. He rolls his eyes and turns around, a deep scowl on his face.

“You’re not fooling anyone you bastard. Get the fuck out here right now before I blast you away.”

It doesn’t even take a full three seconds before Deku’s head meekly pops up and he gives a weak smile.

“H-hey Kacchan. Nice to see you here, I just dropped my papers-“

“No you didn’t. How long have you been following us?”

Deku blanches and slowly lifts his eyes to meet Bakugo’s. His mouth might’ve tried to open and refute the accusation, but when he saw the subtle smirk in the latters eye he found himself caring less about being caught.

“Howd you know?”

“You fuckin’ kidding me?” He scoffs and takes a quick glance back at you to ensure that you hadn’t walked too far off. You were still slowly trudging away, an easy distance for him to cross. “You’re about as stealthy as my quirk you freak.”

Deku laughs nervously and scratches the back of his head, also trying to quickly turn his head to see where you are.

“You likin’ the show so far?”

“Huh?” The green haired boy snaps his head back to him, blushing furiously now.

“You heard me. And don’t pretend to be so scandalized, you’re not holier than thou.”

The low voice to an almost predatory tone makes Deku drop the act. He straightens up a bit taller and his eyelids lower, his brows raised in a mocking sneer of some sorts. His lips curl and his teeth gleam in the moonlight, almost looking like fangs.

Bakugo has to remind himself for a moment not to back up a step.

“Yeah, I’m likin’ it.”

“I knew it. I bet you watched us every time we fucked, you bastard. Next time I’ll make you pay for front row seats since that’s where you always seem to be.” He crosses his arms and stares Deku down.

But the other doesn’t cower. Instead, his expression morphs into that of a weird hopeful look.

“I wouldn’t exactly say fucked is the right word. I’d say raped is better, Kacchan.”

It’s the utter confidence and ease in which he says this that makes Bakugo do a double take, his scowl breaking for a moment.

But he regroups. He knew this little shit was weird and fucked up, but he didn’t realize he was twisted beyond repair. In reality, he knew he was actually having sex with you without your full consent but hearing it from a guy like Deku made it so much worse.

It made his heart pound a little faster, while it made Dekus mouth water.

“Yeah? You liked watching me motorboat and fuck her tits? You liked hearing her scream for me, scream to get away from me too?”

And even in the shadows from the trees he can see how hard the degenerate nods his head eagerly like a dog waiting for its bone.

Even though he doesn’t like how the glint in his eyes darken with each vile word coming from his own mouth, he can’t help but go further down this rabbit hole and see how much Deku can take before he snaps-he’s never seen him so hungry for something before, except for when he would be around All Might.

So he eggs him on.

“I bet you got off on watching her struggle underneath me, didn’t you?” It’s less of a question and more of a statement to which Deku confirms.

“I did. I got off so many times I thought I’d have to get it checked out. But honestly, I think you could do better.”

Katsuki wasnt expecting that response.

“Who the fuck are you to-“

“Have you ever really savored the look of fear in her eyes? Have you ever tied her up and really played with her?”

His voice gets stuck in his throat as Deku continues.

“She’s pretty when you fill her up, but I can’t help but wonder..what would she look like with every hole plugged?”

He has no right looking so shy and nervous when such filth leaves his salivating lips. A drop of spit falls to the cobblestone and as Bakugo grimaces and steps back a bit, he realizes that he has not given his childhood rival as much credit for being a creep than he actually is.

“No fucking way. You better not be suggesting you get in on any of this action. She’s fuckin’ mine and I’ll be damned if I have to share her with some useless fuck like you.”

“I promise I won’t be useless, Kacchan. I’ll make sure to keep her moving at all times. She won’t stop bouncing when I’m with her, please, please let me give it a try too.”

And when he doesn’t look convinced, Deku rambles on like a madman. “I’ll even gag her with her own bloodstained panties so that she can shut up and I can focus better. I won’t ask you for her pussy either, I’ll take her ass or throat instead if you want!”

Katsuki wishes he didn’t hear the childhood boyish eager in his voice as he spoke.

He also wishes his dick didn’t get quite so hard when all of that was said.

“God, just shut up already, she’s getting farther now. Okay look, I’ll let you give it a go this one time only so that I can fuck her in peace without you staring at my ass the entire time.”

Dekus eyes light up and he lifts a leg over to step over the hedges. “Really, you mean it? I can fuck her too?”

Bakugo snarls and turns away, heading towards the same path you took. “Whatever, just don’t think this is gonna be a regular kind of thing. I worked hard to get myself a toy and I’ll be damned if you fuck it up for me.”

And when they both join the other towards you, there’s a moment when you glance back that you think the shadow that has been following you this whole time has turned into two.

[just-some-yandere-writer]

Hey, could I please get some yandere Tanjiro x reader along with the lines of 'If you loved me you'd let me go' and you can weave your magic and form a fic if you wish. Thank you and I hope you have a great day 💖

▶ ʟᴏᴀᴅɪɴɢ ꜰɪʟᴇ . . .

▶ ꜰɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴀᴅᴇᴅ .

▶ ꜰɪʟᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇ : Tanjirou x Reader

▶ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : Obsessive behavior, reader is contained. Tanjirou is kind of delusional. Slight violence. Yandere themes. Cursing.

▶ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ : I love Tanjirou so much. Like genuinely, he makes me so happy. Such a lovely boy.

▶️ Mod: Maven

Your eyes flew open as you sat up quickly. You were sweating up a storm. Your hands flew to your head and your eyes closed. It felt as if you had ran face first into a tree. You tried to remember what could have happened to make your head feel like that. Opening your eyes you looked around the room. Your eyes widened and you gasped when you saw Tanjirou sitting on the bed looking at you. His eyes showed that of worry. You shuffled back as your memory came back.

-

You glared down at your bloodied hands. You had tried to escape through a window but found out that they were reinforced with mental bars. You had sighed in frustration before punching the wall several times out of anger. You went to punch something again, when Tanjirou burst in the door. He was breathing heavy and his expression was wild. You panicked and his your hands behind your back.

“(Name), what happened, Darling? I smell blood.” Tanjirou took a step forward which causes you to take yet another step back. His eyes soften and he holds his hands out infront of him as if trying to calm a wild animal. The thought pissed you off and you clenched dug your nails in your palms. You glared down at your feet as hot tears of anger bubbled over your bottom eyelids. He took that as a sign to begin slowly approaching you, carefully. Once you could see his feet, you looked up at him with hatred. His eyes widened as your threw your fist and punched him in the nose. He stumbled back and clutched his nose that was now bleeding.

You pushed him back out of the way and ran for the door. Once you reached the door, you took a right and scrambled down a short hallway which lead to a larger room, probably some type of family room. You realized he had you locked in a medium-sized cabin. Panicking, you stopped and quickly examined the room. At the other end of the large room was a door with a small window that showed the outside. You smiled, and began to run to the door. Behind you was Tanjirou who had recovered his shock and was running after you.

Slamming open the door, the door you waste no time stepping on the small porch. You had almost touched the freshly fallen snow when an two arms grabbed you by the chest and began to drag you back into the house. You struggled and screamed as he yanked you back into the house. “NO, NO, LET ME GO. YOU MONSTER. LET ME GO. PLEASE, PLEASE,” you cried and cried. He hauled you back into the room, threw you on the ground and shut the door. Crawling on you to straddle your waist, he held your hands to the ground as you struggled and thrashed around.

Tanjirou gritted his teeth, “Darling, please, please calm down. It’s okay, no ones going to hurt you I promise, I’ve got you. You’re safe now.” He smiled down at you. Glaring at him, you gritted your teeth and cursed him out. “You’re delusional, and fucking stupid and pathetic.” His face shrunk back into a horrified expression before falling into a disappointed but angry expression. “Darling, I didn’t want to do this but you leave me no choice. I’m sorry, Love. This might hurt,” he stared down at you in pity. That shut you up real quick. Your eyes widened in fear and you begun to stutter in question. He closed his eyes, and bent his head backwards. Begun to thrash again, and began to scream and cry. “No, no, Tanjirou pl-.” He jerked his head forward, making it hit yours and you were out cold.

-

Tanjirou sniffled and perked up when he noticed you were awake. His eyes were blood shot and there were tear trails on his cheeks. He scooted to you, and took your bandaged hands in his on. Your breathing sped up and fear consumed you. You began to shake and you flinched when he touched you. His expression shriveled into sadness. “I’m sorry, Darling. I didn’t want to hurt you. You left me no choice. You were going to leave! I tried to calm you down, but you wouldn’t listen.” He pleaded with you as he held your hands gently. Tears began to fall from your eyes. “Darling, please forgive me. I love you so much. So so so much. I can’t take it if your mad at me forever. Please, my love.” You looked away.

“If you loved me, you’d let me go.” His body froze in shock. He smiled sadly at you. “Darling, I can’t let you leave. It’s too dangerous out there. I can protect you in here. You’ll never have to worry about anything. I’m sorry, My love. I can’t let you go, you can’t leave me.” He pulled your hands to his face and kissed the busted knuckles. “I promise, you’ll love it here. And eventually you’ll love me. It’s okay if you don’t right now, I understand. Eventually, you’ll realize that everything I do, I do for you. I love you so much and I’ll protect until the day I die. We’ll be together forever. Me and you.” He moved his hands to the sides of your face and kissed your forehead gently. Rubbing your temples, he smiled down at you.

You were his, and he had to protect you. If that meant keeping you locked away forever, so be it.

This is really short, but I don’t think it’s that bad. :) Thanks for requesting. <3 - Maven