#that i didnt want to expose it to the open air just like that

[luck-of-the-drawings]

so REVENGE, HUH? or justice, if that makes you feel better. it tastes the same when cooked just right. 'I REALLY WANTED A BROTHER.' such a shame to burn a bridge you so desperately wanted to keep, especially when it wasnt even you who started the fire. especially when you hope that not a single fragment of that bridge ever washes ashore.[MAY IT ROT FAR FROM MY SIGHTS] an unfortunate loss! atleast he has his friends.

[marrycv]

warnings : smut, public sex (kinda), fingering (reader receiving), soft!dom ellie, reader is a switch. els being her little loser like she is 🤗

MDI‼️

my friend did this amazing fanfic and didnt want to publish it but its so amazing im doing it for her

ENJOY

"do you think the nighthawk could beat esquire in a fight in the air babe?" ellie asks lost in thought about superheroes while you fix up your makeup in the mirror.

"i don't know, what powers do they have?" you ask before turning around and sneakily slipping your hands onto her waist.

"well..." ellie clears her throat "nighthawk can see very well in the dark, like x ray vision and..." ellies words get caught in her mouth as she feels you press your lips onto hers.

you kiss her deeply, but pull away too soon, knowing she'd want more. she frowns as you pull away, trying not to pay attention to the pool of wetness growing in her boxers, as she shyly watches you fix your hair and reapply concealer to the hickey you'd gotten from her yesterday, exposing your divine skin and your neck.

"so...what powers do these characters have on your cards Els?" you look back at her with a slightly curious but overly mischevious look on your face as you start walking out the bathroom door of the restaurant.

you turn away to open the door, but immediately stop and smirk as you feel her hands on your waist, pulling you back as she almost whispers in your ear.

"i know what you're trying to do love."

your answer never leaves your throat as she turns you around and gently pushes you up against the wall, you feel her hot breath against your lips as she speaks.

"and it's working."

her lips find the crook of your neck close to your jawline, right next to the hickey you just tried to cover up. her hand roams freely around your waist and neck, the other one gently holding your face as she kisses your lips again.

the kiss deepens, and your hands tug into her hair, making her groan into your mouth softly. her free hand finds the hem of your jeans, gently caressing your lower abdomen by reaching under your shirt.

"you think you can hide me?" she chuckles lowly, her lips going back down to your neck. "you can hide that maybe, but you can't really disguise this with concealer."

before you can spit out one of your snarky replies, she slips her hand down your abdomen, right into your underwear. your breath hitches and you can't help but let heat rise to your cheeks as you feel her fingers get wetter and wetter the deeper she slides them.

"can't hide a wet pussy, can you?" she whispers as she smirks into your mouth before kissing you, letting her fingers enter you, immediately curling into your g spot.

she chuckles as she feels you arching your back into her, still not making any sounds to spite her. she can't win this, you can hide it, right?

ellie sees you, desperately trying not to make a sound. "aww...trying to make a point darling? or do you just not want this whole restaurant to hear how good im making you feel?"

she runs her thumb along your lower lip, her other hand still curling into you, making it almost impossible to stay silent.

electricity runs through your body as her thumb finds its way to your clit. you cry out in pleasure, not giving two fucks about who hears you. ellie smirks as she leaves more marks on your neck, her hand quickening the pace, your moans like music to her ears.

her other hand slides down to your waist to pull you even closer as she kisses you, all your sweet sounds silenced by her lips on yours. your eyes start rolling back into your head as you roll your hips on her fingers.

"fuck..." ellie whispers between two kisses, feeling her own pants dampen even more from the sight of your body moving to onto her.

"c'mon....onto my fingers babe...." she says breathlessly, almost coming into her boxers herself. your hips quicken as she plunges her fingers even deeper, more quickly if its humanly possible, your hands tug at her hair and pull her shirt in a bunch at the top of her back.

your eyebrows form into a frown, the one that ellie knows so well, as you kiss her deeply, and with one roll of your hips onto her fingers, with one final moan into her mouth, you come undone. "that's it baby.." she whispers as you both try to catch your breaths.

"holy shit" you exclaim, cheeks warm and hot, body still tense from the release.

"no point in hiding it right? ellie smirks, as she pulls out two superhero cards.

"so which one then?"

[ask4mycashapp]

lollipop daydreams

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warnings: straddling, sharing candy, switch!scaramouche (?), fingering, mating press, light choking, dirty talk, praise, petnames: good boy, pretty boy, baby.

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"you realize no means no,, right? or are your comprehension skills more impaired than i though?"

scaramouche sighs. youve been following him around with eyeliner in your hand,, begging to put it on him. obviously he said no,, but it was getting increasingly harder for scaramouche to deny you.

with your mini skirt swaying, your doe eyes looking into his,, your little top having your pretty perky tits nearly exposed to him,, your adorably rosy cheeks,, your lips in a pout,, your lollipop stick poking out your mouth,, it was only a matter of time before he gave into your desires.

scaramouche let himself wonder if he could taste your lollipops flavor from your lips before shaking the thought from his head.

pouting harder,, you reply,, "scara pleaseeee? youd look so hot! ill do it good i promise!" your voice was slightly slurred because of the lollipop,, but not to the point your words were indecipherable.

with pink cheeks and another sigh, scaramouche gave in,,

"fine,, the things i do to satisfy you are insane."

you cheered,, immediately making scaramouche sit on the bed. you got into his lap,, straddling him. your about to open the eyeliner before you have a realizationc,, "scara youll have to hold this for me,, kay?" you say before popping the lollipop into his mouth,,

"thank you baby!"

his eyes widened,, and the pink blush on his cheeks turned scarlet red. he was getting ready to speak before you cut off his potential protests,, "shh, you might mess me up."

you move up in his lap,, pussy hovering just over his dick. scaramouche let a slight whine out in response.

"good boy,," you whispered,, trying to focus on his eyeliner,, "my good, good boy, arent you?"

scaramouches breathing started to get more erratic,, when you noticed all you did was laugh. once you finished one eye you took a break,, resting your pussy right on his now erect cock.

at this moment,, in the midst of his lust induced panic,, scaramouche notices youre not wearing any panties. from that observation he finally has a realization: you planned this,, didnt you? you knew something like this would get him worked up,, huh? despite this new revelation scaramouche didnt confront you,, he let it happen.

the reason why is unknown. maybe scaramouche was curious on what youd do next,, maybe he wanted to be topped by you,, either way you took advantage.

you stayed in that position while finishing his other eye. once you were done you just gaped at your masterpiece,, "..." silence, "fuck,, youre such a pretty boy,, kuni. i need to have you."

with that you take the lollipop stick out of his mouth,, no candy left on it,, and toss it to the side. you push him back by his shoulders so hes lying on his back,, kissing his now strawberry flavored lips with yours.

scaramouche gave you your chance,, now its his turn.

one hand pulls your top up,, no bra to conceal you pretty tits. while his other hand hand slips up your skirt,, and into your sopping cunt,, causing a gasp from you. taking full advantage,, scaramouche slides his tongue into your mouth. he continues to kiss you while he curls his fingers into your sweetest spots,, thumbing at your clit at the same time.

your lips part from his for air,, though you dont get to breathe much before you feel the knot in your lower stomach tighten in the best way possible. until it snapped.

staring into his beautiful purple eyes with your now half lidded ones,, you came in sticky white streaks all over scaramouches long,, slender fingers. if you thought he would give you a moment to recompose yourself youre thoroughly mistaken.

scara wastes no time flipping you on your back,, one hand holding you your ankles above your head. his other hand busying itself by releasing his throbbing hard cock from the confines of his pants and lining it up with your entrance. scaramouche roughly pushed his cock into you,,immediately bottoming out with a pornographic groan.

he gives you merciless 10 seconds before he starts to move,, building momentum fast.

its not long before youre ready to cum again and the thing to push you over the edge was scaramouches free hand wrapping around your throat. like that you cum with a scream,, scaramouche right with you. you both collapse onto the bed together after your highs.

and somehow after all of that scaras eyeliner remained unsmudged <3.

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rushed .

everything ?

[hyunjins-orange-slice-too]

is the door even locked?

pairing: soft dom/daddy hyunjin x curvy f.reader

genre: smut smutty smut

word count: ~1.7k

warnings: public sex. pet names, oral (f.receiving), spanking, gagging, unprotected sex, reader in sub space, so much praise

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You were wearing that skirt he liked. The black one with the zipper down the back. It hugged you in all the right places. All the places that he wanted to hug you. It stopped at about mid thigh, giving just enough of a peek when you moved the right way. Hyunjin loved all your curves, your tummy, your thighs, your ass. Oh the things he has fantasized about doing to you. You hadn’t been together all that long and hyunjin was trying to take it slow. He didn’t want to freak you out or scare you away, but god you made it hard when you wore that skirt.

This has been the longest meeting off his life. Chan kept droning on about dance this, and deadline that, and all hyunjin wanted was to get you home. If he could even make it that far. There was an empty practice room down the hall, he thought. Everyone would be going home, except maybe Chan. But he would probably go to his studio. If he could just get you alone-

“Hello? Earth to hyunjin.” He blinked and shook his head softly. You wondered what had him so distracted. He had been staring at you this entire meeting and you weren’t the only one that noticed. “Dude, are you even here right now?” Chan asked.

“Sorry, hyung.” He did his best to focus back on the meeting.

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“Well I think that’s good for now, yeah?” Chan said, wrapping up. He closed his laptop and everyone started to disperse. You were headed to the door with jisung. He was telling you all about this new comic he bought. You didn’t really know much about that, but he was sweet. You laughed at something he said, then a hand gripped your forearm. You looked up to see hyunjin, looking a little wild eyed.

“Can I talk to you for a sec?” He asked.

“Of course, jinnie.” You said, smiling at him. You said goodbye to jisung and soon you were the only two people left in the room. You could hear the voices of the other guys fading down the hallway.

Hyunjin pulled you close to his chest. “Why do you have to wear this skirt during meetings? Hmm? Got me in trouble with Chan for not paying attention.” His voice was quiet, but you had no trouble hearing him. His breath tickled your neck as he talked. “Such a little tease, showing off her thighs.” His hands traveled down, fingertips rubbing at the skin just under the hem of your skirt. “Be a good girl and let me see under it.”

“Jinnie we’re in the meeting room.” You told him.

“I know. I was going to take you home, but I didnt think I could make it that far. Then I thought about the empty practice room, but why not just stay here? There’s no one around.” He kissed your neck, hands finding your hips. “Just something to hold me over until we get home.”

He pushed you against the table, the edge hitting the back of your legs. His mouth found yours, and you started to get fuzzy. “Wait, is the door even locked?” You asked.

“Don’t care, princess.” He said against your mouth. Then he turned you around and bent you over the table. He ran his fingers up the backs of your thighs, his hands disappearing under your skirt. “I love your thighs baby. So soft, so beautiful.” His hands traveled farther up, until he was cupping your ass in his palms. “But I think I love this even more.” He said, squeezing. He pushed your skirt up so it was gathered around your waist, leaving your backside exposed to the cool air of the conference room.

He got down on his knees behind you. He kissed your left cheek, then your right, his hands rubbing back and forth across the soft skin. “You are so perfect, princess.” He nudged your legs a little further apart with his hands. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down to your ankles. He helped you step out of them. He leaned forward, extending his arm, panties in hand. “Open your mouth baby.” You did as he asked without even thinking, slipping further into sub space. He placed the balled up panties in your mouth. Once he was satisfied with your makeshift gag, he ran his hands slowly down your body. Across your back, and down to your hips which he gave a little squeeze.

“You are stunning.” He said. “Legs spread, ass up, and pussy glistening.” You couldn’t see him from this position but you imagined him licking his lips in anticipation. “Daddy is going to taste you now. Okay, princess? Does that sound good?” You nodded and moaned around the fabric in your mouth.

He leaned in and kissed your thighs, right where they met the bottom of your ass. He gripped you in his hands, spreading your cheeks apart, and he licked a slow stripe all the way from your clit to your asshole. You gripped the edge of the table.

“Fuck, baby.” He said, breathless. He smacked your ass and you let out a muffled yelp. “That gag is doing it’s job.” He smacked your ass again, then squeezed. “Gotta be quiet baby. Wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, now would you?” His hands traveled up and down your body, from your ankles to your hips, he worshiped you.

“So beautiful. My perfect baby.” He placed a wet kiss on your left cheek. You felt the tip of his finger at your entrance. You arched your back, trying to get closer. “So wet, princess.” He said, swirling his finger around before slowly pressing it into you. “And so tight.” He began pumping his finger in and out of you quickly. You were a moaning mess on the table, trying to muffle your noises even more by hiding your face in the crook of your arm. He added another finger. You felt you might scream. You wanted to beg him to fuck you. You needed him. Your pussy clenched around his fingers. He slowly pulled them out, and replaced them with his tongue. He moaned into you, enjoying your taste. He moved down to swirl his tongue around your clit. You could feel it building inside you, you felt like you were ready to explode.

He gripped your ass in his hands and squeezed as he sucked your clit into his mouth. He moaned around you, sending vibrations through your body. Your knees went weak, legs beginning to shake. He spanked you again and that’s all it took for you to completely unravel. You were sure someone heard your moans, you couldn’t control their volume. Your vision went blurry, your body fell slack against the table. “Good girl, angel.” Hyunjin said, standing up. He pulled you up, and turned you around, your ass resting on the table. You looked at him, a fucked out expression on your face, your eyes glassy. He removed your panties from your mouth, and placed them in his pocket.

He cradled your face in his hands, and kissed you gently. “Such a perfect girl for daddy.” He kissed both your cheeks, then the tip of your nose. His hands traveled down your body, past your breasts (which he squeezed), down your tummy, and settled on your hips. “Such a beautiful body. A goddess.” He grabbed you by the thighs and yanked, so your back was on the table and your pussy was pressed against his clothed, throbbing cock. You whimpered under him. “Gonna let daddy fuck this pretty pussy baby?” He asked, undoing his pants.

“Yes, please.” You said quietly, still recovering from your previous high.

“Can’t hear you princess. Tell me. Beg for it.”

“Please daddy,” you said a little louder now. “Please can I have your cock? I’m a good girl, I promise. Please fuck me, daddy. Please.”

He shoved his length into you with a soft growl. You threw your head back, arching your chest higher in the air. He pumped in and out of you, leaning down to kiss your neck. His hands roamed your body as he fucked you, admiring every inch of you. He started moving faster then. “Look at me, baby. Watch how daddy fucks you.” He looked down at where your bodies were connected, and his thrusts started to get sloppy.

“Fuck, gonna cum angel.”

You moaned, a sinful sound, as you clenched around him. “Please. Please can I have your cum, daddy? Plea-“ your second orgasm hit you and you fell apart underneath him. He loved watching you cum, you were so beautiful. You really were his angel. Your release granted him his own and he stilled inside you, giving you every drop he had. His good girl deserved everything he could give her.

Both panting, he leaned down and kissed your lips. He rested his weight on his forearms, which were on either side of your head. He rested his forehead against yours, his hands rubbing your hair gently. “you did so good, baby.”

He sat up and slowly pulled out of you. He retrieved your panties from his pocket and slipped them up your legs and over your hips. He put his cock back in his pants and helped you to your feet. He made sure your skirt was straight and your hair wasn’t too messy, before holding your face in his hands and telling you how much he loves and cherishes you. You smiled at him.

The door to the meeting room cracked open then, Chan poking his head in. “If you guys are done now, I think you should go home. We’ve got early practice tomorrow.” He said, a smirk on his face.

Your cheeks went red. You felt like now would be a perfect time for the earth to open up and swallow you whole. you covered your face with your hands and hid yourself in hyunjins chest.

“Sorry, hyung.” Hyunjin said, bowing slightly. “But if you tell anyone about this, and embarrass her, I’ll have to kill you.” He added.

“I’m not going to tell.” He said with a laugh, turning to head back to his studio. “Do it before the meeting next time, so maybe you will pay attention.” He called over his shoulder.

You groaned against his chest. Hyunjin chuckled and put his arms around you. “Come on angel, let’s go home.”

an: Why is the reader in the meeting? I couldn’t tell ya. Eek, plot hole. 😬

🚨reminder: this blog is 18+ only. i’ve been getting a lot of new followers (which i greatly appreciate) but if there’s no age identifier on your blog, i’m blocking you no questions asked. (for my own sanity and peace of mind.) ik some people don’t actually go to my page to read the warnings, so im going to start attaching a warning at the bottom of all my posts. thanks for understanding. 💕

[blueraineshadows]

Wedding Night

Sebastian Sallow x MC - wedding night, their first time, mature content, nsfw sexual content 🌶🔥💚

MC sat at the little dressing table, brushing out the curls from her long hair, and gazing into the tarnished mirror. The face that stared back at her didnt look any different and yet today had marked a huge change. She placed the wooden brush down and held out her left hand, fingers a little splayed, to admire the simple silver band on her ring finger. Her heart swelled, tiny flaps of butterfly wings kissing the edges of her tummy. They had done it. They had taken their vows. She was now Mrs Sallow.

MC stood, smoothing down the front of her new nightgown, the white cotton soft against her palm. It had been a gift from Anne, the neckline a delicate lace and the front tied closed with soft ribbon. The hem reached just below her knees and she looked down at her bare feet, wiggling her toes. She took a shaky breath, nerves making her chest feel tight. Sebastian would see her exposed flesh tonight, the thought of it sent fire sparking through her veins, but also, that hesitant part of her feared she would not live up to his expectations.

She pressed a hand to her chest thinking about the whispers she had heard from girls about being with a man, remembered the passionate prose in the few romantic books she had read. She was worried about disappointing him despite the heat of their kisses, kisses stolen in precious moments alone. She closed her eyes thinking of the feel of his hand on her waist through her clothing and how desperately she had wanted to feel it against her skin. Tonight she would finally know and she was breathless at the very thought.

The bedroom door opened and Sebastian came through, drying his hands on a towel. He had removed his jacket and waistcoat, gone was his cravat, and his white dress shirt was open at the throat. Her heart began to pound and her fingers clutched at the fabric of her nightgown beside her thighs. She needed to hold on to something because the slow, admiring look that travelled up her body made his eyes burn with a hunger and his smile brought a tremble to her legs.

"Beautiful," he murmured softly. He tossed the towel to one side and approached her, taking up her left hand and sliding a finger over her new ring. "And, officially, all mine."

"Would you like anything, a drink perhaps?" She asked. Her voice was a little breathless, her nerves catching at it. He cupped her jaw, a thumb sliding over her bottom lip. "I want to kiss my wife," he said.

Her eyes closed at the expectation of soft lips and his familiar taste. His mouth pressed gently, first the bottom lip, then the top. Then his hot breath came out in a rush and he kissed her more firmly, his hand sliding into her flowing hair to hold her head. She gasped, lips parting in surprise at his passion and his tongue swept into her mouth. Fire bloomed outwards from the very centre of her, a moan, deep and sensuous escaping her throat as her own tongue eagerly met his. She clung to him, her bare toes curling into the rug.

When they came up for air, he pressed his forehead to hers, their panting breaths mingling between them. "Sebastian," she breathed.

"To finally hold you like this..." He gripped her waist, fingers twisting into the fine cotton as he panted. "...I feel like my heart is about to burst out of my chest."

She pressed a hand right over his heart and felt the thud of it against his ribs. Her finger tips grazed at warm flesh where his shirt was open and she bit her lip, her eyes flying shyly to his as she dared to slide her hand beneath the fabric. Her palm delighted in the sensation of her skin against his, her finger tips gliding upwards to dance across his collar bone. A sigh escaped his lips and he took her hand in his, his gaze burning into hers as he kissed the inside of her wrist. "Come," he said. He drew her towards him, walking them backwards to the waiting bed. Their marriage bed.

MC lay down, her hair pooling on the blanket, her eyes never leaving his as he settled beside her, propped up on one elbow. He trailed a fingertip from her jaw, down the column of her neck and across her collarbone, her skin flaring hotly under his touch. He traced the lacy edge of the neckline against her chest, desperate to feel more of her. "You're trembling," he whispered.

She smiled. "I call that the Sebastian Effect."

His eyes lit up with delighted surprise. "Is that so?"

She put a hand to his face, laughter dancing on her lips. "But don't let that go to your head now, my love."

He grinned. "Too late. Now, let me see what else the Sebastian Effect will make you do."

He pressed his mouth just below her ear, lips brushing skin, teasing her with the tip of his tongue as he moved lower. Her lips parted, her head tilting to allow him more access to her neck. Kiss after kiss burned her flesh as he moved his mouth lower to the softness where her neck met her shoulder. Here, he bit softly, teeth grazing gently before he sucked at the tenderness. Her eyes fluttered closed and she moaned, heat gathering between her thighs.

When his mouth arrived at the lace of her gown, he gently tugged at the ribbon holding it closed. She looked down, watching as the ribbon slid free with an aching slowness. She heard his sigh of appreciation as the gown opened a little, his lips pressing hotly against her skin. His fingers tugged at the fabric, urging it to slide over her shoulders as his mouth explored every inch of skin as it was exposed. She arched her back, hungry for his kiss as it moved ever lower. The gown slid faster, exposing her tender peaks to the heat of his breaths. She closed her eyes, breath held and then came the soft slide of tongue over an aching nipple. The flesh tightened immediately and she cried out, her fingers sinking into his brown locks to hold on tightly.

His mouth continue to explore, moving to the other breast to swirl his tongue hotly, his fingers moving to tease where his mouth had just vacated. MC was drifting, a haze of desire embracing her at his every touch, heat pooling deliciously between her thighs so that she had to squeeze them together. When his tongue teased around her navel she whimpered, and then it was hot kisses across to her hip bones. Her nightgown was now a twisted thing about her hips and she wriggled, desperate to be rid of it.

He chuckled and looked up at her. "Getting impatient, are we?"

MC propped herself up on her elbows to look at him, breathing quickly. Her cheeks were flushed and there were little red marks on her neck and breasts from his kisses. She stared down her naked body, his head so close to her searing heat and a flash of fire, hotter than any Confringo spell, shot through her. "Yes," she breathed. "I want you."

His smirk was dangerous, the desire in his gaze made her heart pound and her pulse flicker wildly. He got up to his knees and threw off his shirt, her eyes devouring his freckled skin. And then, he was sliding the nightgown off her hips, tugging it free of her before tossing it to the floor. Her legs trembled as his palms slid up the backs of her calf muscles, hooking behind her knees to part her thighs, exposing her to him.

Her eyes were wide, fascinated at the way his chest rose and fell with his hard breathing, her fingers aching to trace the flat plane of his stomach. He was beautiful. Was she enough? Her nerves fluttered in her chest as she lay there before him, more exposed than she had ever been in her life. Her fingers nervously toyed with the blanket as he gazed down at her. He licked his lips at the sight of the wetness there and as much as he wanted to take this slow, he couldn't help himself.

He bent his head, his mouth seeking her out, his tongue sliding over the slick heat of her. It was worth it, a sound came from her mouth that made him moan against her. MC's head fell back, her fingers now clutching the blanket till her knuckles went white. She opened her mouth but didn't think she could draw breath, the air had been stolen from her lungs as he licked exquisite fire into her.

She could feel a pressure building within, his tongue swept across a sensitive nub and her hips flexed, her moan almost feral. He did it again and she reached to grip his hair. Again, and again and the pressure went up another level. "Merlin," she gasped. He sucked against it, tongue flicking to tease before sucking again and then she felt the press of a finger sliding into her. The building inferno was overwhelming now, her breaths coming in mad pants as her hand fisted in his hair. She never knew it could be like this, she felt as though she was losing her grip, slipping over an edge and she had no idea where it was going to take her. He gripped her hips, working her harder and she found the edge, wave after wave of heat washed over her, a pulsing, delicious sensation that had inexplicable sounds pouring from her lips.

MC sank back into the mattress, floating, panting, stunned. Sebastian was at her side immediately, smoothing her hair back from her damp face. "Are you alright?"

She nodded, reaching for him, pulling him tight against her. She revelled in the feel of his chest pressed against her flesh, sensitive breasts tingling against the brush of his chest hair. She pressed her mouth to his neck, desperate to repay the earth shattering glow that seemed to radiate from her. "I love you," she breathed. "I love you."

"I love you, too." His mouth found hers, eager, probing. She could taste herself on his lips, her core contracting with the memory of how it had felt to have him kiss her there. Her hands were hungry to feel him, sliding along his arms, his back, her fingers sliding under the waistband of his trousers, a frustrating barrier against his flesh. She wanted more, so much more.

He watched as she unfastened his trousers, delicate fingers trembling as she tugged them down. He wriggled out of them, underwear going with them and his erection sprang free. She stared, awe struck, her hand hesitant as she reached for him. He gently took her wrist, guiding her to it. "Like this," he whispered. He wrapped her hand around it, small sounds coming from his throat as he showed her how to stroke the smooth skin.

A bead of moisture was at the tip and she swiped it with her thumb, he gasped and ducked his head, his breath hot against her neck. "Fuck."

The expletive sent a tingle through her and she swiped again. His hips flexed and she felt emboldened to move her hand a little faster, fascinated to watch the power she had over him. She slid her fisted hand down and back up and he thrust his hips towards her. "MC, I need...fuck."

She paused. "What do you need?"

He met her gaze, the fire blazing in his eyes for her making her lips part. He gripped her hip, sliding her into position, his knee parting her thighs. "This," he said. He stroked two fingers against her slit, she whimpered, the flesh still sensitive. He spread the wetness, using his fingers to open her a little. She widened her legs to accommodate him. "Take it, take me," she said.

He took hold of her hand, interlocking their fingers. "Tell me if it hurts."

She nodded. He angled himself, his hardness pressing against her. She gasped at the feel of him, her hips lifting on instinct. "Try to relax," he said. "I'll go slowly."

He gently pushed inwards and she gasped at the feeling of pressure, the stretch. It felt so tight, like there was resistance, but she didn't want it to stop. She held his hip, her fingers digging into his skin as he slowly inched inwards. There was a sharp sting and then the feel of flesh giving way and he slid so deep, her back arching, her mouth falling open at the full feeling. He paused, gripping her jaw to press a kiss to her mouth.

They were joined as one. It was as it should be. She kissed him back, fiercely. He was hers and she was his. And now, she wanted more. She rolled her hips eagerly and he smiled against her mouth. He began to move, slowly, rolling his hips, his eyes closed as he savoured her tightness. She held his hips, looking down to watch as he slid out all the way, the shine of slick on his cock making her bite her lip before he thrust back in. She moaned, her hands urging him to do it again. The sting was gone, now it was just pleasure, delicious, slick heat and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He groaned, his thrusts picking up speed. "Fuck...so fucking good."

Yes. She wanted him to feel like she had. She wanted him to fall off that edge into oblivion because of her. Her hands fluttered to touch him, stomach, chest, shoulders, she reached round to grab hold of his rather fetching behind, squeezing the flesh as he moved. His thrusts became harder, he gripped her hip, lifting her slightly and he sank in deeper, his tip hitting parts of her she didn't know existed. The noises that fell from his lips fascinated her, she stared at his face, the furrow in his brow, the way his lips were parted in desire. She reached for him, pulling him down so she could kiss that lip, tugging it with her teeth. His thrusts faltered, slammed into her a little out of rhythm and then he groaned deeply, burying his face into her neck as he pulsed deep inside her.

His breath fanned against her throat and she stroked her fingers through his hair, soothing him as he calmed. He lay beside her, pulling her in close. She felt him slide from within her and hot fluid spilled onto her thigh. She didn't care. She pressed herself against him, revelling in the warmth of their flushed bodies. He kissed her forehead.

She smiled up at him. "We are definitely doing that again."

He huffed a little laugh. "Would this be the Sebastian Effect again?"

She playfully hit him on the shoulder. He only held her tighter, laughter on his lips. "I didnt think I could love you more, but it turns out I can."

She blushed and trailed fingers across his chest. "So, I was alright? I mean, it was good for you?"

He took her face in his hands, his eyes full of love and just for her. "You are everything I have ever wanted. I'm the luckiest man alive."

MC felt the burn of tears, so full of the day and her love for him. She touched noses with him. "I love you, Sebastian Sallow. Forever."

[blackdollette]

"i dont know why but i like it." | euronymous part 2 of "playing a dangerous game."

diet mountain dew - lana del rey

summary: pleasure torture with euronymous

p.s. this has nothing to do with the original oystein aarseth. this is rory's portrayal of the character.

sub!female!reader x dom!euronymous

contents: bdsm, degradation, praise, pain-kink, spanking, wax play, edging, overstimulation, squirting

so after ditching the party, you and euronymous were hand in hand, running down the street. he had told you that you were heading back to his place, but you didnt think he'd live in an apartment like a normal person would.

he opened the door to his room, letting you go in first. after he walked in, he locked the door behind him. and for some reason, it sent a shiver down your spine.

you stood still, holding your hands in front of you. you really hadnt thought about how this would go. you didnt know what people like him did when they had guests over, but you knew that it was gonna be a bumpy ride.

he started approaching you slowly, the sound of his black boots hitting the hardwood floor echoing thoughout the room. you started backing up a little as he approached you like a predator hunting its prey.

he got you back into the wall, exactly where he wanted you. he put a hand to your neck, keeping a firm but comfortable grip. "ive never seen a girl quite as pretty as you... but you'd be a lot prettier if you were tied up, tears running down your face as i used you for my own pleasure, dont you think?" you froze a little as you heard this.

"w-w... what... what do you mean..?" you stammered, immediately wishing you didnt ask when you saw the toxic smile creep up on his face. "im glad you asked, doll." and with that, he dragged you to his bedroom, closing the door behind him.

he pushed you onto his bed as he grabbed his lighter and lit a few candles around the room. you looked up to see what he was doing. he walked over to you, standing right over you. he pulled you up so you were face to face with him. his eyes roamed down your body.

"such a nice dress. i'd be a shame if something happened to it, wouldnt it?" he grinned as the tore the chest area of the dress, exposing your tits and pierced nipples. you gasped as he did this, completely shocked. you didnt think things would escalate this quickly.

he chuckled softly as he saw the piercings. "huh, so youre a naughty little girl, hm? who wouldve guessed." he said as he tore off the rest of the dress, throwing the now useless piece of fabric to the side. you were left only in your little black thong.

he bit his lip a little as he sized you up. "on the bed, now." you obeyed him. you'd be lying if you said you werent excited to see how things would go tonight. "face down, ass up." he searched his drawer for a few things.

your face was in the pillow as you heard him rummaging through his things. after a moment, he came to you. "look up." he was standing beside you. you turned your head to see what he wanted you to see, and your eyes widened.

he had some rope, a ball gag, and a vibrator in one hand and a paddle in the other. "you seen any of these things before, doll?" he asked. you nodded your head, even though this was all new to you.

"good. then this will be a breeze." he climbed onto the bed and got behind you, unravelling the rope. he grabbed your arms and put them behind your back. he wrapped the rope around your wrists, tying it with a tight knot.

it felt a little strange to be restricted like this, but you didnt complain. he lifted up your head and put the ball gag on you, stopping you from making any noises. he grinned as he saw you like this. "perfect. now youre all ready for me."

you couldnt ask what he meant, but you quickly got the idea when he moved your thong to the side. he sighed as he saw you little pussy, just there waiting for him. his mind filled with fantasies of how he was going to destroy you tonight.

you felt the cold air of the room hit your pussy, making your breath hitch slightly. euronymous spat on it before massaging it in with his thumb. you whimpered quietly at the feeling of his touch.

you saw as euronymous picked up the paddle from the corner of your eye. before you could process this, he landed a hard slap right on your ass, making you scream out in pain. well, it would have been a scream if the gag wasnt there to suppress every sound that you made.

euronymous smiled as he saw the red mark stain your ass. he spanked you again, making you whimper even louder. your pussy started to ache for attention. with every spank, you found yourself enjoying this treatment more and more.

"such a good fucking whore for me..." euronymous whispered as he ceased the abuse on your ass, which was completely red by now. "now, if your a good little slut for me, you get a reward. but if you're naughty, then you get punished. understood?" you didnt know what he meant by punishment, so you didnt respond.

he picked up one of the lit candles and tipped it, pouring the hot melted wax all over your ass. you cried out as tears pricked at your eyes. that was what he meant by punishment. "i said, understood?" you nodded quickly, not wanting to get punished again.

he smiled before picking up the vibrator. you heard as he switched it on, becoming desperate for touch. you lifted your hips in the air a little more. he chuckled softly before pressing the vibrator against your aching clit.

you let out a loud, muffled moan, your cunt already leaking from this simple action. "you like that, hm?" he said softly. you nodded quickly, not wanting to anger him.

he liked how this was starting out. he turned the vibrator up a few notches, making you scream out. your hips started rolling against the toy, your liquids making the perfect lubricant for the vibrator.

euronymous started to move the vibrator up and down your slit, sending shockwaves throughout your body. you started to tremble as you felt your orgasm nearing. he sensed this and turned it up even more.

you put your head into the bedsheets as your back arched into the toy. you were so close to reaching the perfect orgasm. just a few more seconds, and you'd be in heaven. but euronymous wasnt about to let that happen so easily.

your pussy started to throb as the vibrations took over your body. your hole clenched as it made way for your leg shaking orgasm. your moans came through the gag as your stomach started to knot. you bucked your hips against the toy as your orgasm was a second away from flooding through you.

but this was enough to tick him off, making him pull away the toy, earning you a hard and painful spank. you whimpered out in pain and disappointment from not being able to cum.

"what did i say about being a naughty girl?" he asked as he poured more candle wax onto you. tears streamed out of your eyes and fell down your face at the feeling of this excruciating pain.

"fucking whore. getting needy, hm? you want me to let you cum?" you nodded as tears fell down your face. he hit your ass with the paddle once more, making you whimper. "you'll only cum when i fucking say so."

he ran his index finger over your dripping wet cunt, going painfully slowly. you tried your very best to keep your composure. he saw how hard you were trying to keep him pleased, so he let you have your way and stuck two fingers into you, thrusting them in and out at a quick pace.

you started moaning through the gag, your pussy throbbing with the need to cum. he slammed his fingers into you at a brutally fast rate, making your insides tremble. your back arched more and more as your orgasm hit like a ton of bricks, you cumming all over his fingers.

he chuckled darkly. "little slut couldnt resist cumming all over my fingers. but im not done with you yet." he had no intention of stopping. he continued to finger you, despite your moans turning into cries and attempted pleas.

the louder you got, the more he wanted to drain every last drop of cum out of you. he picked up the vibrator, turning it on to the maximum setting before pressing it against your clit as he continued to finger you.

your eyes rolled to the back of your head, drool coming out from the sides of your mouth. you could feel your entire body heating up as you felt an unfamiliar sensation growing in your core.

you didnt know what was happening, you were unable to think at all from the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you, along with the vibrator making your body twitch.

this feeling in your core grew into something inhumane. your whole body trembled uncontrollably as you squirted all over his fingers and the toy. it was like a fountain coming out of you, it not stopping for a few moments.

euronymous laughed as you released your liquids all over him. "yeah... just like that, whore. such a good girl for me..." he'd say as he pulled his fingers out of you and turned off the vibrator.

you were still a shaky mess, trying to catch your breath as you were relapsing from that unearthly feeling. your pussy was still pumping as if his fingers were still inside of you.

euronymous untied the rope around your wrists and removed the gag from your mouth. he pulled you up so that he could take a good look at your face. your mascara was completely ruined, falling in black streams down your cheeks. your lipstick was smudged, and your hair was a mess.

he smiled as you were still catching your breath. "there. now youre absolutely perfect." he said before taking your hand and giving it a soft kiss.

author's note: first two-parter ive ever done, and I'm kind of liking it idk. i hope you all liked this one!

[12thbiologist]

I just got into the southern reach trilogy. Have listened to the audiobook of the first book and have now started actually reading it. But anyway, I had a thought. (May contain typos and non sensical statememts written at 00h30

The moaning creature is described in a later book at looking boar-like, right? And we know the Psychologist is able to hyponotise the others into seeing the abnormal things as normal.

When the boar attacks, the phrases 'it's face becoming stranger and stranger... inner torment... its head pulled willfully to the left... great cry of anguish'

And with the moaning creature:

This close the sound was more guttural, filled with confused anguish and rage

...

It was coming so fast, too fast. I could tell I wasn’t going to make it, couldn’t possibly make it, not at that angle... But then the way was clear, and from almost right behind I heard a high keening, and the feeling of the space, the air, suddenly filled, and the sound of something massive trying to brake, trying to change direction, and being pulled into the reeds on the opposite side of the trail by its own momentum.

But anyway, I'm wondering if the boar was maybe the moaning creature but they just couldn't *tell* it was the moaning creature because of prior hypnosis (i know the Psychologist didn't have time during the charge to hypnotise, but surely they had been hypnotised to see things as normal before that? After all, the biologist see the tower as stone until she gets the spores in her face.)

And, if the boar and the moaning creatuee are the same, whether it wasn't her brightness that allowed her to escape the moaning creature but rather it was whatever had caused the 'boar' to veer aside. Just, the imagery of the charges seem so similar to me.

OOH FASCINATING!!!! i have not seen this idea posed anywhere else but i really love it and i think it fits well. the moaning creature is not described as looking boar-like (the biologist never actually sees it), but i dont think that makes this any less viable. the vibes feel EXTREMELY similiar!!

its important to remember that before the biologist is exposed to the brightness, all of her narration and thoughts are completely unreliable and change at the whims of the psychologist. the psychologist can also give commands that are completely forgotten, but still followed. there are a couple times where the biologist thinks things that are completely out of character for her, so its evidence of the psychologist's tampering. i think the situation with the boar could be one of these times! the biologist thinks:

"There was no time for the psychologist to prepare any hypnotic suggestion designed to keep us focused and in control; in fact all she could offer was 'Don't get close to it! Don't let it touch you!'"

which is odd, to me, since it makes it seem like the biologist wanted to be hypnotically suggested AND its just wrong! the psychologist had plenty of time to suggest, the boar was coming towards them for long enough that the anthropologist started giggling. so probably a minute, at least. the psychologist suggests more complicated commands in less time later in the book, and she has no reason to assume it would take longer. so why is the biologist thinking of this?

maybe because the psychologist DID suggest to them, but didnt want them to catch onto the danger of what it actually is and especially didnt want them to open fire and anger it! i'd imagine the command was something like "You see a boar in front of you. You are too afraid to fire any weapons and are intimidated by it. You wish I had commanded you to focus. You won't remember any of this," or something. the psychologist may have had reasons to believe the moaning creature was extremely dangerous/infectious, so she probably wanted to avoid a real combat with it!

as for why the boar veers to the side and why the biologist is able to escape the moaning creature... i'm not sure! what the boar is experiencing sounds a lot like the brightness:

"Inner torment ... I had the startling impression of some presence in the way the gaze seemed turned inward ... A kind of electricity sparked in it's eyes that I could not credit as real."

the moaning creature, presumably, is the transformed form of the man the biologist finds in nasty shell form later on. maybe he was still in the beginning his transformation here (under the boar vision), so he has enough sense to veer away from an expedition team? but thats really just a guess.

i absolutely love this, 100% incorporating it into my canon of the story now. really really good find!!!! welcome to the southern reach fandom, you already found something awesome \o/ !

edit: aha! i was wrong! the moaning creature IS described as looking hog-like, in acceptance! i'll admit, its been a while since i read acceptance so i totally forgot about that. adds even more credence to this!

[iwantanywayyy]

dad and i are sitting on the couch together watching tv. it's Friday night so neither of us should be worried about getting up early tomorrow. i honestly always feel on edge when i have to stay at dad's for the weekends. he watches me do things i know dads shouldnt but he says it's because he loves me and wants to make sure im healthy and safe.

as we're watching the movie he keeps hinting i should go to bed because it's late. every time he talks he presses his toes up against me...i shudder every time and cant help clinging onto the side of the couch. i swear sometimes i see him smirk. he seems annoyed every time i tell him i want to stay up and shakes his foot against my pajama shorts before slightly relieving pressure.

after the fourth time hinting he got up and started muttering to himself as he walked to the kitchen.

i quickly shoved my hands under my panties and checked and oh gosh im so wet why am i wet?! im scared because i know dad does bad things but i can never remember anything i feel crazy and if im wet does that mean i like it? does he know i like it? i hear his footsteps coming back and i quickly squirm back into the position i was in before he left trying to make my face cool down.

he has a cup of water in each hand and i smile in appreciation as he gives me one. taking a few sips i go to put it down but dad tells me to keep drinking because it will make me go to bed quicker. he says he's tired and will do the same but he cant sleep until i do so he counts us down and we both finish our waters before he puts his arm around me and lets me cuddle against him. honestly it made me kind of uncomfortable but dad is so big and he was so warm and made me feel safe at the same time.

as the movie goes on i feel my eyes starting to get hazy. i didnt think the water trick was gonna work that quickly (i didnt think it would work at all honestly but dad's old and maybe it works for him) i mutter out to him im sleepy and try to stand up to bring myself to my bedroom but in my efforts dad firmly grabs my thigh and plops me back down next to him. i dont know why but this made me giggly  so i tried standing up again just so he'd do it and i stumbled back on the couch letting myself fall all the way back.

my eyes were closed for i dont know how long and i felt so sleepy but dad woke me up when i felt his teeth biting into my neck making my eyes flutter open and i couldnt help but cry out i didnt know what was happening i looked down and my tits were pulled out of my top and dad has two fingers trying to shove their way into my little pussy as i squirm against him starting to cry pleading with him over and over to stop but he just hushes me and grabs my neck pulling me up with one hand and pushing me flat against the couch as he strips my pajama shorts off my flailing legs as he tried to force them apart but i fight against him which i shouldn't have because he took his second hand and brought it up to my neck choking me so hard i thought i was going to die!

when he let go i gasped for air and laid there as he easily picked up my legs and placed himself between them. i started crying when i looked down and saw his face pressed against my pussy and felt his tongue drilling my little hole.

"mmmmm little girl stop crying this little pussy is so wet for your daddy isnt it? ive tasted this cute little cunt before you know that sweetheart?"

he shoved a finger inside me making me cry out and beg him to stop i couldnt think at all i felt so weak what was he doing and why didnt i want him to actually stop?!

"you've got no fight left babygirl? you want daddy to breed that tight little teen pussy?"

i laid on the couch exposed and dripping, crying, feeling defeated as my dad pushed my thighs against my chest and lined his big cock against his daughters pussy that he just ran his tongue all over like an animal not caring what im feeling just taking what he wants.

"I'm a filthy fucking man baby im gonna rape my seed into your little teen cunt do you know what that means sweetie?"

i stopped writing there dangit i wanted to know what happened next :/

[pastanest]

if you’re wondering why I’m having to repost this, or why you were perhaps previously following me but no longer are, please refer to this post. I was able to retrieve this thanks to @iamburdened - thanks so much!! ♡

Spencer Reid x gender neutral!reader

Beautiful

Spencer is almost accustomed to the affect you have on him. From the moment he first saw you, his heart was ready to leap from his chest and into your arms, before he even knew your name. The more he got to know you, the more his mind dared to dream and hope for a future with you that he was too modest to think he deserved. Love at first sight was not something he really believed in, but that is just one of the many things you opened his heart to the second he saw you. Every single day, he will sit at his desk and wait for you to walk in, prepared to fall in love all over again. Spencer even started arriving unnecessarily early just in case you ever arrived early too, because he wanted to make sure he always got to work before you did.

Considering your hidden feelings towards Spencer, you pay just as much attention to him, so naturally, you notice that he stares. When you’re walking around or talking to someone at work, you can feel his eyes on you, and during anything press or public speaking related you are guaranteed to catch his eyes drifting to yours multiple times. It makes you blush, which Spencer rarely sees because he tends to look away the moment he knows he’s been caught admiring you, but there are a few precious memories he treasures, fractions of seconds spent seeing you blush. Easily the most mesmerising view in the world, that’s his preferred description of you.

And this thought is revived as you stroll into work and place your bag on your desk, beginning to sort through it while Spencer’s eyes are fixed on your side profile facing him.

“Why are you staring at me?” You ask suddenly, and Spencer feels his blood freeze in his veins.

Although there is a mutual knowledge of this habit of his, it had blissfully gone unaddressed until this very moment, and Spencer had been doing his best to ignore the guilt and embarrassment he felt for looking at you as much as he did. And just like that, you exposed him. But he didnt have time to think, you caught him off guard and he says the first thing that comes to his head, the most logical answer there is.

“Because you’re beautiful.”

He hears the words fall from his lips and hang in the air, swirling around you and repeating themselves in your head. He sees you halt your movements, he searches for any sign of a positive reaction, and he watches your face as a small smile finds its way there, relief flooding through him as a blush overwhelms your cheeks that are mostly hidden by your hair.

“You think Im beautiful?” You repeat his words, more so to reaffirm their meaning yourself and make sure you heard them, but also because a sudden new love had formed for the way in which he said them.

“O-Of course! The most beautiful person in existence.” Spencer cant stop himself now, he was so unprepared for this situation that he had not planned out a single one of the outcomes, and as a result of sheer panic the truth was reaching your ears. “I-Im sorry, I know our relationship is strictly professional, a-and our relationship is one between friends!” He blurts out, alarms ringing in his head at his own use of the word ‘relationship’, a fatal mistake in the midst of what was intended to be an embarrassed apology for unprofessional conversation.

Then he heard it. A giggle. And he sees a grin on your face, mostly hidden by your hair just like your cheeks. You finally turn to face him, and to capture the view of your wondrous grin and rosy cheeks that were caused by nothing more than Spencer, is something he will never forget. The same can be said for the words that, instead of reaching his ears, made a beeline straight to his heart the moment they passed your lips.

“I think you’re beautiful, too.”

[bridgyrose]

🏠 casual roommate/prudish roommate

Ruby and Cinder, which is which is up to you 😌

(Well, since you were so nice)

“And how do you know you wont like it if you dont try it?” Cinder asked with a smirk. 

Ruby blushed as she rolled her eyes, doing her best to keep from watching Cinder strip in front of her. It hadnt been the first time that Cinder had stripped during a hot, summer day, but the idea of being naked around others still didnt feel right with Ruby, especially around Cinder. The older huntress had been a mentor to her at Beacon, almost like an older sister to her, and the idea of moving in with her felt more like a dream for further training. Instead, she had spent most of the last year watching Cinder walk around naked, play strip poker with a few of her friends, and even try to talk Ruby into getting naked. “I’m not… exactly comfortable with, you know, stripping like that.” 

“Why not? You wont be harming anyone and even you said that its still too hot in here even with the little you’re already wearing? What’s removing just a few more pieces of clothing?” 

“Because its indecent!” Ruby paused for a moment as she swore she sounded like Weiss for a moment. “I still want to keep at least a little modesty.” 

Cinder grinned and gestured towards Ruby. “And you think that’s modest right now?” 

Ruby looked down at herself, looking over the tank top and shorts she’d decided to wear. Her tank top left very little to the imagination, clinging to her braless chest as sweat dripped down. Even her shorts seemed to hug her hips tightly, a tad bit small on her after years of training. “This… this is different.” 

“And how is this different?” Cinder asked as she sat down. “You’re practically exposed right now and you’re worried about showing off a bit more skin? Hell, I’ve seen you go to a pool in a bikini. Its not like you have anything no one else has seen.” 

Ruby blushed a bit more as she felt herself get eyed by Cinder, unable to argue that she was wrong. Her hands went down to her shorts as she felt the fabric, the thought of removing them along with her tank top ran through her mind. “Neo… Neo is coming over, isnt she? O-or what if we get called for a mission-” 

“Neo wont mind and will probably get naked herself, and if we get called on a mission, then we’ll deal with that. Besides, Ozpin told you to take some time off, right? You’ve been on mission after mission for months, why not just relax?” 

Ruby quietly sighed and gripped the side of her shorts. Cinder had made a compelling argument and the summer heat wasnt going to leave any time soon. Still, the idea of getting naked in front of her or even around someone else still felt… wrong. Getting naked still felt like too intimate of an activity to her, especially since most shows gave the impression that getting naked with someone would lead to sex. And that was something she was not up for. “I… I cant…” 

Cinder shrugged. “Suit yourself.” 

Ruby quickly went back to her room, closing the door loudly. The air in her room seemed warmer than the rest of the apartment even though her window was open to allow air to circulate and blackout curtains to keep the sun from shining into her room. Still, nothing seemed to help much. In a moment of desperation, she slowly started to strip herself, first by taking off her shorts and relaxing a bit when it did feel better. Though, it wasnt long before she put her bikini bottoms on to feel a bit less naked. Then, she looked down at her sweat soaked tank top, quickly removing it and replacing that with her bikini top as well. She winced as she struggled to get the bikini top to stay on right, not realizing how small it had gotten on her. 

With a heavy sigh, she tossed it away while she dug through her things for something else that’d work. She tossed away a few bras, taking a couple of them and looking in the mirror before throwing them away when she realized just how little most of them actually covered her. Not that she was surprised, after all, she did prefer the feel of lace on her skin and most of the stores she shopped at did put lace underwear on the gothic end. Finally, she settled on a sports bra and put it on, taking a quick look at herself in the mirror. A blush crossed her cheeks when she saw just how much skin she was showing, only embarrassed with the prospect of Cinder seeing her and telling her she might as well just strip. 

Ruby flinched as she heard a knock on the door echo through the apartment, quickly putting her clothes away and grabbing her shorts to pull them back up. Her heart raced for a moment as she moved closer to her bedroom door to make sure it wasnt her own that was knocked on, practically pressing her ear against it. When she was sure that no one was looking for her, she opened up her door a crack to see Neo walking into the apartment, following Cinder. She relaxed and closed the bedroom door, letting out a sigh. 

“Rubes, Neo’s here!” Cinder called out. “We’ll be in the kitchen if you need anything.” 

Ruby nearly froze up and opened the door slightly, peeking out before calling back to Cinder. “Wait, you’re going to be in the kitchen?” 

“Its colder in there than anywhere else in our apartment.” Cinder answered back. “Besides, There isnt a better place to play a few games. We still have a spot open for poker.” 

Ruby could practically hear the grin that Cinder had on her face, knowing full well what she was doing, yet, she couldnt call her out for it. And Cinder was still her mentor, and it was hard to go against anything that she said. Finally, Ruby let out a soft sigh. “Fine, I’ll join you.” 

“Great! We’ll give you a bit of room.” There was a pause. “Oh, and come out naked. We have a different kind of poker in mind.” 

Ruby sighed and stripped down, blush burning her cheeks as she looked herself over trying to rethink everything she was just about to do. After a few, quiet moments of looking herself over and trying to find an excuse to stay in her room, she finally made her way out to the kitchen.

[albedosarmpit]

albedos slip up (frostarm Lawachurl x Albedo)

(wanted to write albedo being manhandled but figured lawachurls rearranging his insides is just manhandling but a little bit more extreme, this does get a little silly i think idk i just want to ruin albedo i couldnt care less)

warnings: noncon, monster fucking, crying, 

when Albedo is jerking off or experiencing pleasure he tends to forget everything, become blind to everything except that feeling and the thing causing that feeling. Albedo thought he had found somewhere safe to jerk off, climbing dragonspire is a long and annoying road even with the amount of camps he has scattered around. he couldnt take it anymore, the tent in his pants, that feeling of his cock throbbing and wanted to be free was teasing for him. So, as anyone would he goes to an old Hilichurl camp, completely abandoned by everything. he took a seat on the cold ground sitting on a batch of snow with what appeared to be 3 stones sticking out and began jerking off, his breath visible each time he panted. albedo pulled his shirt up as his moans began echoing throughout dragonspire as he came all over himself. he sat there like that and looked at the sky, trying to catch his breath as the cold air attacked his lungs. 

albedo tried to calm down as he looked down at the ground, he didnt realize this before but as his vision went clearer the stones beneath him werent stones, the texture was more like a horn than anything else, albedos breaths grew heavier as he was instantly picked up by a heavy hand wrapped around his torso ripping some of his clothes as he was moved and face-face with a frostarm-lawachurl.

the lawachurl breathed out, using its other hand and its claw to carefully cut open Albedos pants, exposing his flaccid cock. Albedo tried to wiggle out of the Lawachurls grasp but he couldnt, tears began to fill his eyes as he couldnt call for his weapon, he was stuck here, he was suppose to meet with sucrose later but now he didnt even know if he would be alive to see her. Tears fell down Albedos face as the Lawachurl moved him, down to his monster cock. 

Lawachurls cocks are weird. they have different appearences based on the element, Frostarm Lawachurls were the thickest of them all, using the thickness as a way for warmth. the cock was the same color as its skin, with a deep dark blue tip.

Albedo began to yell out as he was lowered onto it, taking the tip first causing himself to get hard as his prostate was hit by this monster, the Lawachurls grasp began to loosen and instead the Lawachurl put a finger on both of Albedos shoulders, the strength of which were insane, if you had tried to resist the raw power of them you would be the one to get injured. Albedo knew this and was forced to submit, cumming instantly as he was forced down onto the cock, the cum covering the Lawachurls thumb as he moved it and put it infront of albedos mouth, forcing him to take it and taste his mess, Albedo unintentionally bit it but even that was too weak for the Lawachurl to even react to it.

(ENDING IT HERE SORRY WILL DO MORE OF THIS LATER MAYBE- IDK HOW TO DRAFT POSTS SO YEAH- hope you liked it im sorry if my writing was bad i just like ranting and not reading over it-) if you have any ideas or requests feel free to ask me!!

[lady-djarin]

across the galaxy

chapter x - more than death

din djarin x f!reader

warnings: anxiety, cuddles, tension, smut, oral (m receiving), fingering, din being a smooth talking mf, cute fluffy ending

word count: 3,528

a/n: final chapter! thank you all so much for all the love and support from this series. i will keep writing other things as there is no guarantee i will come back to this story. thank you all! <3

* ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆　｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Din now had you wrapped in his arms on the floor of his ship and he felt more alive than ever. The circumstances of how you got there was a little complicated but he was loving it non the less. He wanted so badly for every night to end like this but didnt know how to say it or what you might want. You both eventually fell asleep in each other arms with no lights but the soft glow of the buttons on the walls, his hands drawing shapes up and down your skin.

—

Searing pain sprung across your back as the sound of electricity crackled through the air. You screamed as loud as your burning lungs would allow. “All you have to do is tell me where the base is, and this agony can stop.”

You looked into the eyes of a young man, completely void of feeling. You figured he was someone important due to the badges on his jacket and very ugly hat. Your breathing was shallow and painful as you held his stare. “Fuck...you.” He looked up from you and nodded at the man holding the charged whip. You closed your eyes and braced for the impact that cracked against your spine. The noise that came out of your throat was something that could shake the earth.

“You will NEVER find them.” You sneered up at the man in front of you. Before the tears cleared from your eyes, another stinging blow hit your skin. 

—

You woke up screaming, drenched in sweat, Din clutching you against his chest. Your brain barely managed to register that you were awake. It’s like you could still feel the pain spreading across your now healed scars.

“Mesh’la, hey, hey you're ok.” He clutched you as close as humanly possible on the floor of your tiny home together. You stopped screaming but your breath was still as fast as before. Din knew nightmares, he knew them well. He had his fair share due to his troubled past. He knew he just needed to help you ride it out and calm you down while being there to support you. He had sometimes heard you wake up from nightmares down in the hull, but never mentioned it, knowing that it wasn't his place, even though he wanted nothing more than to comfort you through it. 

As soon as you became aware of your surroundings you squeezed your eyes shut and turned away from Din while holding your own chest. The ship was dark, so there was no danger of seeing his face but you didn't want to risk anything. You were also realizing that he just saw the worst of you. You felt like a live wire, exposed and raw for him to see. So much had happened in the last few weeks with him and your brain wasn't done processing. Without saying a word you got up and felt your way to the fresher room. 

You sat on the cold metal toilet cover and the feeling stung the back of your thighs, but you welcomed it. Pressing the heel of your palm into your eyes, you couldn't help but feel embarrassment creep up the back of your neck. You sat there trying to remember you were not dreaming anymore and also that you had just woken up in Din’s arms.

Your anxious thoughts were cut short by a small knock on the door. “Are you ok ad’ika?”

“Yea… sort of, just give me a minute.” You decided to take a cold shower to try and slow your heart rate and wash the layer of sweat away. You wrapped a towel around yourself and pressed the button to open the door to find the bounty hunter standing a few feet in front of you holding your bag of clothes. He was in his regular clothes that went under the beskar and just his helmet. The familiar visor made your heart drop, a reminder that you would never see his face. He handed you the small duffle bag.

“Sorry, I just wanted to put this in front of the door for you.” His body language told you that he was feeling awkward and out of place, in his own ship. 

You clutched the towel to your chest, now feeling self aware that you were in nothing but a towel, even though he had seen much more before. “Thanks Mando.” You took the bag from him but before you pulled away he grabbed that wrist and pulled your attention up to where his eyes would be. 

“You can still call me Din, sweetheart. Just not in public.”

“Oh… ok, of course, thank you, Din.” With the use of his real name, he leaned his body closer to yours. The hand on your wrist moved up to your cheek and you practically moaned at the feeling of his warm hand on your skin. 

“How are you feeling ad’ika?” You were going to answer but decided to ask the question that had been bugging you for a while.

“Din, what does that mean?” His helmet tilted to the right, as if he was studying your face.

“‘Ad’ika’? Um… it’s Mando’a. It means ‘little one.’”

A sheepish smile cracked at your lips knowing that he was calling you that long before your night together. “Look, Din, thank you for that night, and I'm sorry I had to ask that of you.” You pushed past him to go into the living quarters of the ship. While digging through the bag of clothes you felt Din walk up behind you, not touching you but just closing the distance. He ghosted his hand over the smooth exposed skin on your arm and pressed his chest against your back. 

Pressing the helmet to the side of your face, he whispered in your ear, “Don’t be sorry, mesh’la, I don't regret a thing, I hope you don't either.”

You turned your face to press against the cool beskar and sighed as his words sunk in. “No, I don't regret it, I ju-just…” You were now fully resting your head against him, the cold metal killing the flame lingering on your skin. “I don't know Din, I just feel bad, that is not how I pictured it happening, if it was going to happen at all…” you trailed off as you turned away to grab your clothes. 

“Wait, pictured it?” Din was stone still, not moving a muscle waiting for your response. 

You realized what you said, you two had not spoken about it since that night. 

“Well, yea…didn't you?” You felt the blush creep up your exposed neck. You honestly thought it was obvious you had dreamed of that night before, maybe he didn't think it was that obvious…

You both turned fully towards each other now, you looking into that black visor, searching for his eyes. The eyes that were locked on to yours and never wanted to look away. 

“Sweet girl, I thought about you every waking moment, since the day I met you in that stupid cantina.” His rough hand came up to your cheek and the warmth of it made your heart flutter. You looked up at him through your lashes, wishing you could see his eyes. You both felt that need, wanting to be with each other without barriers. You would always respect Din’s creed, would never ask him to remove his helmet or do anything he wasn't comfortable with, but you desperately missed the feeling of his lips on your skin, anywhere on your skin. 

“We still have a few more hours to go until we get to the next quarry location.” You smiled at the implication, knowing where his mind was headed. “Go lay down and I'll check on the kid.”

So you did just that, lying in the mostly dark hull, now naked under the blankets with your heart pounding in your chest. You were nervous, sure, but you were almost giddy at the thought of the bounty hunter touching you again. The thought alone was making you hot with arousal and the muscles between your legs flutter. You heard the large man moving through the hull stowing everything away and making sure the baby was asleep. His deep voice crackled through the helmet as he spoke to Grogu. 

“Don’t worry little one, we'll be there soon.” Somehow seeing Din be in such a paternal roll made you want him even more. You had always thought about kids but you wanted the right person to come along. 

Could Din be that person?

You were laying there in thought when that deep voice broke you out of your haze.

“Well this looks familiar…” you jumped slightly, confused by his meaning you cocked your head at him. When he did the same, it struck you. That night in the hull, when he made you touch yourself in front of him. You smirked in response, that night now a fond memory. Without another word you slipped your hand under the blanket like before, moving your hands over your soft skin, hidden from Din’s eyes. He shifted from one foot to the other, watching your every move as your movement began to become more desperate. Your fingers made their way to your slick folds as you arched your back and let out a small moan. A grunt from the tall man pulled your attention back to him. You locked your gaze on him as you kept moving your fingers in circles around your clit, spreading your slick on yourself. The sounds coming from you now were causing Din’s pants to tighten and he had to stop himself from undoing his pants then and there. That was becoming increasingly hard when you moved your other hand up to your chest to knead at your breasts, the supple flesh on display now above the blankets. His breath caught in his throat and it took everything in him not to fall to his knees for you. He simply watched as you continued to touch yourself and praise yourself with moans and heavy breaths. He was as stoic as always, he looked like an unfeeling droid on the outside but on the inside, you were melting his heart. He knew right then, seeing you in all your glowing glory, he could never love another.

“Mhmm, Din…” 

That got him moving. He took a few small steps towards you, stuck in the trance you put him in. As he moved closer to you, you looked at him through hooded lids, now fully lost to the lust. He was standing almost right on top of you, looking down at you behind that dark helmet. His hard length was right there, making your mouth water with anticipation. You were tired of waiting for him to make his move so you took matters into your own hands. You got yourself down on your knees, hands flying to the button on his pants, your breath now heavy in your chest. You both worked at his zipper until he was free, he grabbed your face as you grabbed his hips. 

“Sweet girl, you look so beautiful like this,” his thumb slid across your cheek until it came to your plush lips. You opened on instinct for him, licking the tip of his finger, he pushed past your lips and moaned at the feeling of your warm mouth. You slid your tongue across his digit then hallowed your cheeks to suck along the length of it. It felt so good to finally submit to this man who had been plaguing your thoughts ever since that one night. He was all you could think about and finally, there you were on your knees for him, doing as he pleased. You felt your way up his thighs until your hands finally reached the base of his cock. A low grunt left his chest when you started to lightly stroke your hand over him, never giving what he truly  wanted. You moved your mouth over to his weeping tip, opening your mouth to take him in only to pull away at the last second and smile up at him like you did nothing wrong. 

“You're such a brat, you know that?”

All you could do was smile as he dug his hand into your hair and yanked your mouth onto his dick. The sudden intrusion made you gag slightly before slowly starting to work your lips over him. As you pushed your head forward, his tip hit the back of your throat and Din almost whimpered.

Whimpered.

You couldn't believe it and you tried to tilt your back back as much as possible. You looked up to find the underside of his neck exposed due to his head being thrown back. The sight before you was glorious, the big bad Mandalorian was at your mercy as much as you were at his. Your pussy flooded at the sight, his muscles contracted as you snaked your tongue around him. You could feel every vein and twitch in the warm cavern of your mouth and the sudden taste of precum made you moan. The vibration was enough to made Din’s breathing stop, 

“Oh fuck, baby–” His voice sounded like honey, thick and sweet. “You– you have to stop.” You pulled away and could see the pained pleasure in his body language. “I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.” 

You took that as a que to tease him even further by lightly flicking your tongue against his reddining tip. He looked down at you and chuckled. That's when you knew you were in trouble. Din’s once gentle touch turned volatile against your neck, pulling you up to his height. The fact that you were completely naked against all his clothing was very apparent now, it even made your nipples harden. He backed you up until your ass connected with a small shelf on the wall of the hull. He held you there for a moment until he spun you around, you had to slam your hands on the surface so you didn't fall into it face first. This is when you started to realize that teasing him probably was a mistake on your part, the threat of punishment did excite you though. There was nothing but silence from the man behind you until the loud crack of his hand connecting with your ass broke it. A gasp escaped your lungs as your body jolted forward from the force before you arched back at him. 

“You like that? Hmm?” You were almost too embarrassed to answer. Another hit landed on your sore cheek. “Use your words…”

“Ye-yes,” you moaned.

His fingers slid towards your dripping center, swiping through them you could hear the mess you were making. Your mind spun at the perfect feeling of his fingers working you open, preparing you for himself. He knew just how to touch you so that he never gave you what you needed, his light touches made your center drip. His long digits worked their way into your hole and you could feel yourself practically sucking him in. your body had an innate desire to have him.

Your legs shook as he worked his fingers into the spongy spot inside you. The arousal was flooding your veins, taking you over like nothing ever before. Every touch you felt from him made you want more, nothing was ever enough. 

“Turn the lights off.”

He was surprised at your tone. It was hungry and harsh, unlike anything he had seen from you. He quickly did as you asked as you sat on the edge of the cot. When the ship was as dark as hyperspace, he came back to you, running his hands over your skin and you desperately needed to feel every inch of him on you. Your hands slid up his form until you reached his neck.

“Can I?”

A soft nod was all you needed to lift the heavy metal off his head, along with his clothes. Although you couldn't see his features, you felt like you could map out his face with touch and lips alone. You crashed into each other like two stars colliding, it was explosive and life altering. The feeling of his body on yours spurred you on further, you grabbed his waist and pulled him down onto you. He licked his way down your body until he reached your center again. His nimble fingers circled your throbbing clit, making your skin light on fire. Your back arched off the cot and he curled his fingers into you further. The coil was tightening in your abdomen, making your muscles melt with pleasure. 

The large man crawled up the cot, his dark silhouette looming over you, he finally lowered himself to let his lips meet yours. You widen your legs for your hips to meet and he rocked himself against you, the movement causing a moan to slip from both of you. The frantic feeling fleeted once he lined himself up against you, his head moving up to look at you. His true voice was like a bucket of cold water. 

“Are you sure?”

You paused. People rarely made sure you were ok. It made you love him even more.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.” 

He sank into you inch by inch and you swear you felt his heart skip a beat. It felt like the whole galaxy stopped moving. He made you feel like you were all that matters to him, and maybe you were but you thought he would never say it, being a man of few words. But you did feel it, you felt like you were the only thing that mattered. He rocked against you and inside you and the feeling made your heart swell, you couldn't hold back the words from falling from your mouth. 

“I love you…” 

You both paused.

Utter shock and a little fear ran your blood cold. You prayed to the Maker that he would say something, anything, but he was silent for a long moment.

Finally…

He kissed you hard, hard enough you thought your lips would bruise. It told you everything you needed to know, he loved you and he always did. He told you anyway.

“I love you more than all the stars in the galaxy,” as he spoke he peppered your neck with kisses, all while still moving inside you. “more than death,” kiss, “more than life,” kiss, “more than…” then he paused all movement. 

Confused, you touched his cheek, dragging his attention to you.

“What's wrong?”

Without answering, he shifted up slightly and you couldn't tell what he was doing until suddenly you heard a small click, and your vision was flooded with warm faint light. You blinked against the sudden surprise then shut your eyes when you remembered. 

“Din! What are you doing?” You covered your eyes with your hand.

“Mesh’la, please, look at me. I want you to see me.” You ever so slowly moved your hand away from your eyes. You were still visibly cautious about opening your eyes and Din could tell. He touched your cheek to pull you back to him. “It’s ok, please, open your eyes.”

So you did. The first thing you saw were warm chocolate brown eyes locked onto yours. They took your breath away, they represented everything you knew this man to be; kind, strong and warm. They were framed by dark lashes and eyebrows, all with warm tan skin and plush lips. You tried to take it all in at once but you were too consumed with him to think. He started to move again and your mind went blank, the feeling of him consuming you.

—

THREE YEARS LATER

You watched Din show Grogu how to light a fire, the small child giggling at his father. You sat on a log nearby, mixing your rations together for dinner. The three of you had been living like normal ever since you and the hunter confessed your feelings to each other. You decided to have a small ceremony on a remote planet about two years ago, binding you two as one. You were a family now, making your way across the galaxy together and growing fast.

Din came over to you while the kid played with frogs, settling next to you. When you three were alone, it became more common for him to have his helmet off. Every time you saw him, his rugged handsomeness shocked you, even now, three years later and he still surprised you.

“How are you feeling love?” he rubbed your swollen belly. Children were always an idea for you but never thought you'd find anyone you trust to have that life with. Now you can, this brave strong man that has always had your back and made you feel like you were precious, he is the father of your child. 

“I'm alright, just hungry as always.”

The three of you ate together under the expanse of stars on the small planet, three large moons above you. Not everything in your life is easy but with him by your side, you finally found peace. 

SERIES MASTER LIST

[skinks]

Oh my god. You are a saviour!!!!!!!! Idk but after some what, 6 hours, im not the same person anymore?? The English. The English. Its so packed. Cant stop crying after the last ep i there is a hole inside my chest now it hurts so much idk what to tell more like yeah amazon produced silly western with white girl saviour moment haha how about feeling the well of every humanly possible emotions after some .... several hours? I... didnt expected that. Cornelia...

Cant say thank you enough for your ramblings in the tags!!!!!!!!! You are not a frequent media enjoyer so to hear from you in the tags was such a suprise that ive downloaded it like after i just came home from work and was so dumbfolded by the narrative ? one ep for one day so i... wasnt aware of... you know... last three eps direction (but it was always there, always!!!). the fucking Event of my life thank you so much for mentioning it!!!!!!!!!!!!! Idk im just speechless....

ANON!!!! I GET IT BRO I GET IT….. event of OUR lives

You’re right, it’s so incredibly packed it’s… idk where to begin replying to you but I agree, the plotting is so well-done and teased out with just enough detail that by the time you reach the last episode’s reveals you have to recontextualise every interaction you’ve seen so far.

It’s really a testament to the power of writing that doesn’t just blandly dump exposition out for an audience it doesn’t trust - the reason I keep going bonkers bananas about the dialogue is because, yes, it’s heightened, but it’s REAL. Real characters with painful motivations WOULD keep secrets and talk in arcs around the subjects they don’t want to really talk about. Then it’s those arcs that keep Eli and Cornelia intersecting and sharing and coming to the realisation that somehow, in the enormity of the endless prairie they’ve found one other person who understands them…. I can’t think about it too much I keep crying lmao I sympathise with the hole in your chest, like I have been GUTSHOT

Once again it’s the tragedy. The layers of parallels to figure out on a rewatch. I think this type of reaction in me to certain media only comes along every so often because it’s only the most weighty, tragic implications of narrative and characters with doomed love that get me this good. Brokeback Mountain, Baze & Chirrut from Rogue One, obviously Reddie post-itch2 and now this. It’s come along right at the sweet spot for me when I’ve really been craving Western stories and feeling the lack of emotionally-moving cinema this year. I’ve had a lot of disappointments in the theatre ngl, a lot of duds. So it was such a fucking horrible delightful treat to basically get a sweeping 6 hour western roadtrip movie where every decision has been carefully, deliberately made - from the acting to the costumes, production design, direction, music, everything - to tell THIS story. Their story. Revisionist and triumphant and tragic and romantic and violent all at once.

Maybe it’s an indictment of how few pieces of truly well-written visual storytelling I’m exposed to but it’s been such a breath of fresh air. Characters with very different stories and goals and arcs that still manage to see something of the same driving force (magic!!!) in each other? Themes of reclaiming that which was stolen from you, both literal and metaphysically? Identity, agency, land, history, family, a HOME??! My friend @benevolentbridgetroll likened it to Mad Max Fury Road in that sense, both works are using the grand visuals of wide open spaces to tell a story about momentum and desperate human connection and Never Being Able To Go Home Again but also that sometimes you have to try, because there are people along the way who need your help.

And on top of that it’s using only the SEXIEST of “golden hour sunsets shining through the clouds of Nebraska dust kicked up by our leading man silhouetted rearing on a stallion” visuals to tell the story like HELLOOOOOOO? I love imagery. The horror of the time is all the more real for being given the weight it deserves; saturated, slow-motion, the hyper-real intensity of traumatic memory without ever being grimdark or exploitative for grimdark’s sake.

Plus Chaske Spencer deserves an emmy or a bafta or SOME kind of award I’m dead serious. Not since Heath Ledger played Ennis del Mar in 2005 has a man imbued such rich inner heartbreak to tight little smiles and devastating, carefully chosen words and the meaning that comes from what you choose to Look at when you know certain Looking will get you killed.

Because that’s another thing I agree with you about - when I started the series my main worry was that it was going to result in another white saviour story, and with the caveat that obviously I’m both white and non-American, I think the show avoided that. Not only are both Cornelia and Eli’s arcs given equal importance to the entire theme of the story, but it literally couldn’t exist if it wasn’t specifically ABOUT how the experiences of women and Native peoples in the wild west differ from the typical White Cowboy Conquering New Unexplored Land narrative. Eli is given all the agency in the world to make a series of decisions FOR HIMSELF and what it means for him to be a Pawnee man in this place at this time. That’s literally what his arc is about, and it’s compelling! Also the series was made with a ton of consultation and approval from members of the Pawnee nation so overall I do think they were trying to tell as authentic a story as possible.

Anyway. I’m so so glad you watched it after my incoherent yelling in the tags, that makes me so happy! I would love for more people to enjoy it even just so I can read more fic or look at more gifs 😭 I have so much homework this week I can’t spend it all on photoshop. Also have to say that you calling me “not a frequent media enjoyer” REALLY tickled me and I’ve been laughing about it for two days now, I feel like all I do is enjoy media. It just takes some particularly good shit for me to get super-annoying about it on tumblr so for that I’m eternally grateful. 2022 media has been so bland for me besides The Locked Tomb series that I was beginning to think I’d lost the ability to feel shrimp emotions at movies any more, but here we are. I’m shrimping so so hard and I love it. Thank you for your message!!!

[assjuice4ever]

Part of my rants on the fic I want to write. There is a rape and death scene.

In my mind the reader (my OC in the future) is strong but his power are blocked off and controlled. She is very much like a dog, and for the first time she break free, when her cousin, one of the few people she considered a friend, attacks her. Yet, she doesn't understand that she is still like a dog, just with another owner and another kind of leash.

Gojo is only mentioned but he plays an important role.

I will check for typo in the future.

Maybe you were just a dog.

You bit whenever of lash.

You did what you were trained to do.

You obeyed.

You were okay with food and a good place where to sleep.

Maybe you were just a dog whose leash broke and now you could run.

There was pain. Pain was okay. Pain was something you knew. It was weirdly comforting sometimes to be in pain. If somebody asked you what it felt to be kissed by your mother you would have said that it felt like that. Like your skin was burning, like your heart was jumping out and your head spinning. But you have never been kissed by your mother so you could just guess. Maybe being kissed by your own mother was more like breathing. So normal that you couldn't feel anything when everything was okay.

This time the comfort wasn't there. Pain wasn't an old friend anymore but a horrible foe.

You felt the cold and chilling sensation of a sword on your stomach. And your eyes went up to see your cousin. He didnt look lime you. He didn't look like your brother. He was more dignified than him but more less than you. It was maybe the first time you watched him for real.

His skin was destroyed by acne just under the chin, the little veil of beard made a poor work to cover him. His lips were dry, bit out, with old blood on them. His nose was high, a little big but perfectly fitting for his face. His forehead was little, creased, with a little brown mole on the center. His eyes were of a soft brown, with dark spot on the outside, they were big, similar to the one of a calf, so gentle and happy. You never saw him so happy or maybe you never watched him that closely.

He smiled, his teeth were perfectly clean, his canine a little crooked to the inside.

He moved the sword. You trembled for the cold, yet your blood was so hot while it streamed down your legs.

Your hands went to the sword. It was a sword you never saw before. The metal was a little too soft, you could feel it getting deformed while it touched your bones. Maybe he prepared it only for you. To use it only one time. It was cheering to know that he cared at least enough to use a special sword only for you. That he prepared for it.

You opened your mouth. What you were gonna say? "Why?"? No. It was okay for you to not know why, you would be sad to know it. You liked your cousin, he was one of the few people who you liked, the inly one of your family. But it stung to know that you were the only one to think of his as a friend. Only a gurgling sound left your mouth. You didn't know what you wanted to ask.

He drew the sword out of you and the word became red. It was beautiful. You loved red.

Your legs gave in and you went on the ground. You were loosing to much blood. Maybe this time you were going to die without getting up. There was nobody here to help you, there was nothing other than your cousin and your insides exposed to the air.

There was no fear. Dying was okay. You did a lot of times, only, this time you weren't going to get up.

For some reason you thought of Satoru while watching your cousin's smile. You should have go e with hit to a special restaurant the next day to eat a famous double chocolate cake. He told you that the cream was an explosion of taste and it was a vanilla flavour, like you liked it. Maybe he would go even if you weren't there and order two slice, one for you. You could see his slender hands cutting slowly the slice with the little cake fork, the cream spilling out before he slowly started to ate it, lips black for the chocolate and a little smile of his pink lips because it was that kind of sweet that he liked. The one that made him kick his feet a little.

You watched your cousin. Maybe you could ask him to go on another day. After tomorrow. You wanted to see Satoru kick his feet again. It made you giddy. You were ready to promise to kill yourself too if it meant seeing it again. If it meant to taste that cake, your mouth felt awfully sour. You didn't like the idea of dying with a sour mouth.

Then he unbuckled his belt.

You didn't understand.

Maybe Satoru was right. You were a little stupid. A little retarded. Or maybe you didn't want to think of it. or maybe it was so horrible that you didn't want to believe it, that you refused to understand it.

He was still smiling.

You didn't feel pain. You didn't feel cold on your legs because everything was cold outside of your blood. It was even difficult to see it. You were slowly dying. Too slowly.

But you could still hear. The grunting. It was the kind of pain you couldn't bear. You wanted to scream but you could only gurgle. You wanted to rip your own ear off, but your hands weren't working. You wanted to feel his skin on your hands, you wanted to rip his face off, to destroy him, to burn him, to skin him, to make him eat his own flesh, to tore his limbs apart.

You wanted him to die.

YOU WANTED HIM TO DIE.

TO DIE.

DIE.

DIE. DIE.

DIE. DIE. DIE.

DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE.

DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE.

DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE.

DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE.

DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE.

DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE.

DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE.

DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE.

DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE.

DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE.

DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE.

DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE.

DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE.

DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE.

DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE.

DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE. DIE.

He was dead.

Your whole body was burning.

You were feeling every single part of your body and it felt so strangely liberating.

You watched his body on the ground.

There was no skin of his face. Only blood. Gums exposed to air to keep his smile intact. His face was more memorable than before.

That was the only thing that remained of him.

And yet you weren't angry anymore. You weren't sad anymore.

The only thing you felt was the wind on your hair.

You were free.

For the first time in nine years you were totally free.

You didn't have a owner anymore.

You were able to do whatever you want whenever you want.

You could run until your feet started to bleed, and heal to run again. You could go everywhere you wanted. You could do whatever you wanted. There were so many things you wanted to burn down and destroy that you couldn't count them with your fingers.

You could just be everything, do everything and you were ready to start in that moment. You were going to change your own world.

But your mouth was still a bit sour. The sensation of death was still lingering on your tongue.

Maybe you could change everything after tomorrow.

After having the cake with Satoru.

[ankhisms]

gobus rewatch thoughts for ep 5

i really love this episode (i probably say that about almost every single episode) because its a good focus on youkos character and on her and ryuujis relationship. youko has been raised by ryuuji, shes known him for almost her entire life and so of course she thinks she knows everything about her big brother. but before now she had no idea about ryuujis weak point. youkos weak point is a lot more obvious and presumably is more easy to slip into, if she forgets to eat enough candy shes out of commission, so it makes sense that ryuuji & usada & kuroki are all very aware of her weak point and are used to reminding her about it or used to it coming up regularly. overheating honestly isnt that hard to get into as well, if ryuuji overworked himself at any point or if the air conditioning broke (as we see later in the show) then he very easily could lose control. but for the entire time that youko has been growing up ryuuji has made a huge effort to make sure that youko never sees him lose control and that he never exposes youko to his outbursts of rage.

now of course youko is going to be shocked and hurt by ryuuji lashing out at her. ryuuji is both like her older brother and a father rolled into one (which i could get into talking about the possible aspects of an older child being parentified after the loss of parents but i wont here, im wanting to focus more on youko) and shes always seen him as a very loving and comforting figure. hiromu makes a comment about how ryuuji suddenly didnt live up to youkos idea of how he should be, which hits the nail on the head. ryuuji has obviously as the eldest of the trio been aware of just how traumatizing it is for a little girl to violently lose her mother and has taken great pains to try and always be kind and gentle with youko, to the extent of hiding a large part of himself in order to try and not upset her when she already has experienced such a great loss.

im reminded of another one of my favorite stories which heavily involves sibling dynamics- mob psycho 100. youko and ryuujis relationship at this point really makes me think of how ritsu hides his true feelings and his true self because hes scared of upsetting shigeo, and thus the brothers arent able to have a truly healthy and open kind of communication where theyre allowed to disagree as brothers. youko similarly has not truly seen the whole picture of ryuuji, he has not felt like the can be fully open and honest with her out of a sense of responsibility and not wanting to scare or traumatize her further. and although his intentions with this stem from loving youko and worrying for her and wanting to keep her safe, as youko grows older this becomes more and more of a problem, because one sibling hiding a large part of who they are and not communicating their feelings is not at all healthy.

youko realizes that even if ryuuji lashed out at her in that moment, he still is her family and he still cares deeply for her and that is why he hid this part of himself for so long- but now its not necessary to hide parts of himself. even if he gets angry, even if outside of overheating they have an argument or a disagreement or he scolds her about not doing her homework, shes still his little sister and he still loves her at the end of the day and him being upset doesnt change that.

and now youko and ryuuji are on the same page and on equal ground. where youko has relied on ryuuji in the past, now ryuuji can rely on youko in turn and they are both open and honest with who they are, both as a team and as a family. they both know they can count on one another even if they argue.

side bar for a second importantly id like to note that ryuuji very much takes responsibility and apologizes for lashing out at youko, and although he cant promise that it wont ever happen again he obviously has the intent to continue acknowledging if he upsets her. he very clearly owns up to when hes done something to hurt her and feels remorse, and in the end the two work to improve their relationship and grow as a family. in contrast, enter does not take any kind of responsibility for the way he treats escape, only ever expressing remorse near the very end of the show when its far too late. where youko and ryuuji are team mates and rely on each other as a family, enter and escape are constantly competing and trying to push the other down and never view one another as equals. i have so much more i could say about the parallels between the gobus trios healthy family relationship vs escape and enters dysfunctional family relationship but i will restrain myself

[uroborosymphony]

#9

Ilana & Bohyun.

#9 THINGS YOU DIDNT SAY AT ALL. FROM THINGS YOU SAID ⬩ Still accepting.

"I saw you Darling, from the other side of the street as the rain was hitting the tarmac, that one lonely night in Paris. You were waiting, as dashing and perseverant as ever, in the midnight. How long have you been waiting, I wondered. Two hours? Three? I simply wanted to run, to keep on running. Yet. Our conversations in the night made me slow down, made me stay in the city a little longer than I should have. I was in trouble, a runaway. And I thought maybe, just maybe, I could take you away with me. You would have come, yes? To run in the streets of Barcelona, to dance in Andalucia, to get lost in Roma, to dive in the greek islands of the Mediteranean sea." A slow smile dances on her lips as she sways her head to the side, her long silken hair caressing her exposed shoulders as the smoke is escaping from her mouth, a cigarette stuck in between her fingers as she was sitting at the edge of the grand piano." I saw it in your eyes. That fanaticism you speak in the pages you wrote of me. You turned me into art, a painting on the walls of your mind, a psalm by the edge of your lips simply by the way you were looking at me. And I thought... What could I make of him? How deep can I burry my spells under his skin without him not even knowing my name like this?" A devilish light in her eye dances, sensual, dark, her leg crossing slowly above the other, as the tip of her heel in the air, her curves in a black dress, under the dim lights of the Black Velvet. "I wanted to be a God. You silently offered to make one of me." The place is silent, empty, only the velvet of the couches and the golden of the walls surrounding them in this sulty, intimate, felt atmosphere. "I turned my back on you, I never opened that door, knowing it's only the Devil you would meet if you ever seized me by the waist. I knew the life waiting for you would give you everything Love, unlike me who, would have taken everything away from you ; for you to worship me, and only Me. My hands around your neck in Barcelona, the taste of my poison on your lips in Andalucia, my knives against your skin in Roma, to let my inner demons down you in the Mediterranean sea,

Would I have remained your muse, still?"