#didn't do any writing because my brain won't Settle

[whirling-fangs]

[[ We have a stowaway on the plane ://// he ate all the snacks in my backpack!!! The shameless brat!]]

[ghouljams]

Friend.

Viking!Ghost with a huge wolf-dog.

Or, even better : shepherd!reader with a huge wolf-dog, or two ; big, ferocious babies who absolutely love the guy, smothering him in kisses and floof every time he visits his darling. Huge balls of fluff who are absolutely delighted when he picks both of them up as if they were still puppies. Reader falling a little bit more in love with him every time she catches him interact with them, gently talking to them as their tails wag and wag and wag. And Ghost who has to suck in a breath when he finds her asleep in the barn after she spent the night helping one of her sheep give birth, the two dogs acting as really big and warm blankets, along with all the other sheep ; just a huge pile of snuggles that won’t let any kind of cold wind through. Just utter cuteness, and the huge, powerful viking is smitten.

My period has been acting up since yesterday, and last night was a nightmare. I’m a little bit better, but I can’t eat otherwise it’s gonna start all over again. I am not hurt, I AM the hurt. I really wish I had a big doggo or one of my cats to snuggle with, or a partner to help with the panic attacks this shoot always comes with (or all of those, I need warmth and cuddles and love).

I wanna write, by I can’t, because brain not braining properly. So I’m imagining fluffy scenarios while listening to the rain outside.

The birds are singing in harmony with the rain. It’s a cozy melody.

Lots of love, Friend.

Mii, out (like a light, soon, probably).

You're getting used to the visits. The giant of a viking that hovers just at the edge of your fence, watching like he's got something to say only to turn away when you ask him to say it. The dogs like him, galloping over to the man every time his shadow crosses your fence. They wiggle and jump like puppies, pushing their big paws against his chest and stretching long with their heads back, the only man that hasn't been bowled over by them yet. You can't blame them for their affections.

Your guest scoops up one of them and cradles the overgrown mutt against his chest. Your dog, for all its ferocity, licks at his mask like the tamest pup in a litter. You get your flock settled before making your way over. It's a fair assumption the viking won't walk away with your dog, so you're guessing he's worked up the nerve for a conversation. You manage to get all the way to the fence, though he takes a step back when you lean against it. You switch your attention to the dog still on the ground and scratch under her chin. Her big eyes stare sadly up at you, as if you could pick her up like the viking.

"Ghost," he says, and you're struck by how rich his voice is, deep and smokey as a dwarves cavern, "you can call me Ghost," he explains, apparently having realized his attempted start at a conversation wasn't going to go anywhere.

"There another viking hidin' his face like you?" You ask him, the introduction is lovely (if a little awkward) but everyone in the village knows Ghost. Or, they know of him. Nobody really knows him. You figure that's what the mask is for.

"Suppose not," he replies, and there's a touch of humor in his voice you hadn't expected. It makes you think he's smiling. Somehow that makes your cheeks feel hot. Strange.

"What do you need Ghost?" You ask, leaning against the fence. He leans to put your dog down, and the other one goes to nose his hand. He scratches her head lightly before straightening up.

"Just came to pet the dogs," he tells you. You smile. "No show this time?" He asks.

"No wolves," you nod towards the pasture, your flock safe and sound as they graze. Your eyes land on the wolf fang sewn to his leather. It's familiar enough to make your heart squeeze. You wish he'd come for you.

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You're not out in the pasture, or answering the door when he knocks. It's early but Ghost didn't think you'd be that sound a sleeper. Fucking hell it's early, he shouldn't even be here but he wanted to see you before he left and- and he couldn't stop himself. He was delaying leave for his own selfish desired, but he couldn't stop himself from coming out to your little pasture. He had no excuse for it, nothing he could tell you, but he didn't want to talk to you he wanted to see you.

These are two different things.

He wanders around the fence you've put up, sturdy, well maintained. He wonders if you fix it up yourself or ask someone else to do it. You could ask him, he'd fix it for you. He'd fix anything for you. As long as it was you asking, he could do anything.

He stops outside a little covered barn, the hay leading into it is fresh, the doors slightly ajar. It's a good bet if he's ever seen one. The hinges don't stick when he inches the door open to look inside.

One of your dogs lifts its head from your lap, and stares at him, it's fluffy tail wagging softly against the hay. You're asleep, of course you're asleep. Sprawled over the hay, your dogs cuddled around you, the rest of the sheep settled to huddle close to their shepherd as well. You're surrounded by thick wool and wirey dogs, hardly bothered by the animals and straw as you sleep through the wee hours of the morning. You don't even look cold.

Ghost unhooks his cloak, the black leather and wolf's fur feeling ominous in such a pastoral scene, and drapes it over you like a blanket. Your dogs sniff it inquisitively, nosing it until he pushes their heads away with gentle pats. He tucks the fur against your neck and strokes his knuckles against your cheek. You're so beautiful, soft and vulnerable even under your fangs. He would have taken you to bed last night if you'd let him. Stayed up to watch the ewe and her new lamb while you curled up under the pelt blankets to sleep. How safe must you feel? How safe would he feel?

His thumb strokes against the fur and he stands. You'll still be here when he gets back, maybe not in the barn but here. In the village, in your pasture, right where he knows he can find you.

And hopefully, you'll be wearing his cloak when he does.

[kazutora-lover]

Title: Between Thunder And Balls

Itoshi Rin x gn!reader

Genre: fluff, humor, friends to .. yes.

Summary: a disastrous football game with your friends had you with one foot in hell or — how Itoshi Rin let you know that he too, can have a soft spot. Small as a molecule, but it's there.

Warnings: dumb humor combined with mid writing, beautiful characters may cause aftershock, loss of brain cells — performed by professionals, do not try at home

Notes: hey, it's my first ever Blue Lock fic! I really tried my best and hope you guys will like it. It's based off one of the polls I made. Also, I apologize in advance for accidentally ooc-ing the characters 🥹

"Oi Bachira, pass the ball."

A crazed look and an, "Alright," later was all it took for you to hear the sound of loud cheering. Isagi had striked yet another goal in combination with Bachira's pass.

No, this wasn't a serious game against a strong opponent. No, this wasn't a practice game either. It was a simple 'just-for-fun' game with their good old friend, you.

You, who was currently sat at the edge of the football field, watching quietly upon their wish for you to play with them. You had promised them to join in and kick the oversized egg a little bit after looking at their tactics.

You knew. Deep down you knew how exhausting things were going to be because at the end of the day, an out of the ordinary 'just-for-fun' game won't stay that simple. These men turned into monsters on the field, no matter your presence or not.

Isagi's words of affirmation still rang in your head like a mantra. "We will go easy on you. Trust us," Followed by that golden smile of his and an, "You can't possibly do any harm y/n, come on it'll be fun."

Hmmn, sure. They might go easy on you but they won't go easy on the person to suffer the consequences of future occurrences. And you? You won't be able to feel anything at all after facing the wrath of said unlucky person. At least that's what your ever living imagination tries to tell you.

I mean after all, we're talking about a man with centipedes as eyelashes. Dangerous breed. Do not touch. Definitely bites.

But enough of that, let's get to the point where the fiasco began to take place, shall we?

After everyone took a sip of their drinks, Chigiri, who was also there, jogged over to where you sat to lend you his hand to pull you up from the ground. Gosh, how much you wanted to go home. Why did you agree again? Probably to feed their ego a little further.

It didn't take long for Chigiri to notice that you were anything but ready to join their little escapade. But if he opted to say something, he stopped himself shortly before speaking. Instead, he patted your shoulder a few times in assurance before he ran off again.

Bachira wore a smile so huge, you were sure it made the sun shine just a little brighter. Contrary to the good weather on your side of the field, you were sure it was close to a thunderstorm on the other half. Rin's frown sat so deep, you swore thunder could strike you alive if only you dared to get closer. Dark rainy clouds ready to let hell rain upon you and your 'team'.

A bummer, really.

The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled you out of your torturous thoughts, "You know the most important rules, do you?"

Ah, it was Isagi. The lord and savior.

You shot him a smal yet nervous smile, "Yes.... I think?"

An exchange of reassuring smiles and a chuckle from Isagi settled the start of the game.

Things have been going well so far, the boys spared you for the first few minutes and passed the ball among themselves, giving you the opportunity to warm up to their tempo.

Bachira scored once, Nagi scored the second one and suddenly the ball was in your possession. Everything was at your mercy, the boys on the other side of the field looked ready to turn you into a ball of their own and your mind? Went blank.

Rin, who had long stopped paying attention due to his explanation, "Letting a beginner play football is lukewarm, I don't see the point," completely missed the object flying at a crazy speed. Oh what were the odds.

And then it happened. Lightening stroke, the sound of thunder followed and you were sure the gates to hell opened with the vip lounge all empty just for you. A glass of soda with the name, "I'm a star," waiting for you to devour.

The devious laughter and occasional outbursts of, "The best shot I've ever seen," and "Y/n, didn't know you had it in you," followed by, "Welcome to your team, Messi," around you became louder the second the ball fell from the back of Rin's head to the cold, hard ground with a defeating thud. Oh really, what were the odds.

The man of the hour himself spared you of any reaction, or so you thought but what did a smart person once say? Sometimes second thoughts are better than no thoughts because the next second you swore, your breath didn't only hitch, no. It got snatched. Scratch that, he had your lungs dancing on his fingertips.

The glare he shot you, as his head turned around ever so slowly, the way his gaze met yours and you felt like being trapped in a snowstorm in the midst of summer, was something you would've never dreamt of receiving.

You, who just wanted to go home.

A small gasp escaped your lips as you turned to search for the help of any of your 'comrades' with flailing arms but they weren't of any help at all. Most of them didn't even try to stifle their giggles and you knew, you were busted. You had a feeling Rin already strongly disliked you beforehand but now you were sure you were the first on his 'elimination' list.

It didn't help that you heard slow but steady footsteps coming your way. And damn, how long has he been walking without you noticing? His figure became clearer the more steps he took and the only thing you could do was smile at him, give him the brightest smile you could muster.

De nial is a river in Egypt and you were taking a swim in it. You didn't aim at his head, the ball didn't even touch him in the slightest. His head is fully functioning and you're sure you haven't just unintentionally stolen thousands of brain cells of his. What's a brain to begin with?

Teal eyes looked down on your form as the person they belonged to came to a stop in front of your slightly trembling body. Your time has come, you're ready to descend to the flaming pits of hell. But the change of temperature never came?

Rin's hand must've moved on instinct but it didn't matter, not right now. That very same hand of his found place on your head, patting it once, twice and then letting it fall. A ghost of a touch still lingering after.

His frown didn't falter one bit and you were sure the thunderstorm didn't stop thundering either but in that moment you learnt that, around you, he had space for a small ray of sunshine. A ray so small, it disappeared as soon as it arrived as he made his way around you in threatening speed. Already charging at the others for laughing at him so shamelessly.

Maybe, it wasn't all too bad to stay for a little game. As for the others, they should've kept their mouths shut.

© 2023 kazutora-lover — do not repost, edit or translate without permission. Reblogs are appreciated.

[littlegodzilla]

Hi I know that your requests are closed but I really had to get this request to you before my brain forgot about it 😭 pls feel free to ignore if you don't wanna write it 🤧

So like Negan has made Daryl his prisoner and the reader is Negan's wife . Also the reader is very sassy and has Negan in a chokehold and Negan basically does whatever she asks him to. So when the reader sees that Negan has bought Daryl as his prisoner she's lowkey attracted to him and suggests a threesome between them and then smut where Daryl fucks her so much better than Negan ever could 😩.

Hi Anon!!

I have to say that when I read your request I was like "threesome with Daryl and Negan? Fuck yeah!" But then thinking about I didn't image Daryl could be get hard with Negan there or being a prisoner so I stopped and thought about what could be better for the story and I was thinking about a dark Daryl full of rage and angry, accepts just to piss up Negan... I hope you don't mind if I gave to the reader my special touch.

I hope you'll like it!!

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The Prisoner.

Negan x Reader x Daryl.

Anon request.

Warnings: Smut.

Words: 2800

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"Auh..." You mutter settling back and closing your eyes again. "A...Auh! Auh! Negan!" You call out to him and smack him upside the head, he looks up from between your legs. "May I ask what's on your head? I told you to eat my pussy, but I didn't mean it literally." You grunt in annoyance and push the man away by sitting on the bed, crossing your arms.

"You've always liked it when I give you a little nibble."

"A little nibble, not you ripping my skin off, what's wrong with you?" you snap again and he averts his gaze.

"It's Rick Grimes and his group in Alexandria..." He confesses remaining seated on the bed, running a hand through his hair.

"What about them?" You say bored as this isn't the first time you've talked about it.

"Nothing, forget about it, let's go on with what we were..." He says wanting to get on top of you, but you stop him.

"No, no, I'm not in the mood anymore." You huff and get up from the bed, he looks at you in disbelief. "Don't you have one of then as a prisoner?"

"Yes, Daryl, Rick's watchdog, but they still dare to go against me, that kid, Carl, came in here and nearly killed me."

"Oh yeah, that kid has the same hair on his balls as he does on his head." You can't help but laugh at your own comment. "Daryl... uhm yeah, I've seen Dwight 'take care of him' sometime... he's pretty cute..." You bite your lip in thought and a shiver runs through you.

"What?" Negan asks as you look up at him with a mischievous grin.

"I want you to bring him to my room, I want to meet him."

"Have you lost your mind? He's a prisoner."

"You screwed up my night of sex, so this is going to be my compensation."

"Since when do you think you can make demands on me?" He faces you, angry, getting off the bed and walking towards you, but it doesn't scare you.

"Since you decided to make me your wife. You know I'm not like those little girls who are afraid of you. If you want my pussy, you'll have to earn it." You challenge him, Negan stares at you licking his lips.

"And what makes you think I won't go with one of those little girls you say?"

"Because if they gave you what I did, you wouldn't be here anymore." You smile victoriously when you see him frown. You've won.

"And what do you plan to do with him?"

"Fuck him." You say sincerely.

"No."

"Of course I do, and don't waste any more of my time. If you behave yourself, I'll let you watch." You smile and wait, you know Negan is volatile, he needs a moment to calm down and you shouldn't insist too much, you've learned to control your demands to the point that he accepts them.

"Fine." He barks getting out of bed, getting dressed. "You're a whore."

"You should have made a better choice, honey." You joke again but see a sly smile on his mouth before he walks out of the room, leaving you alone.

You sigh and put on a robe, you don't want to scare the man as soon as you enter the room, you go to the bathroom and prepare the bathtub, you might want to take advantage of him, but you're not going to let him touch you if he's full of filth. You also prepare something to eat and when Negan returns he pushes the other man into the room. Daryl stumbles and falls face first to the floor, your first reflex is to go to help him, but you stop at the last second, Negan is still there, you can't let your guard down.

"Well?" the man says impatiently.

"Not tonight, honey, leave us alone, when I want you to look, I'll tell you." Again Negan hesitates, but finally leaves, slamming the door violently. "One of these days I'll lose my head" You whisper and wait a little longer before walking over to the man still lying on the floor.

He's so weak he can't even move, as if to ask him to put you on all fours and make you moan until you're hoarse. You watch him closely, his hair matted, dirty, too long for your taste, his skin black from the dust and dirt in the cell, among other things you don't want to think about. You frown at all the scars on his back, you're sure Dwight couldn't have done all that to him, some of them look very old. Carefully you bend down and touch his shoulder slowly. Daryl tenses and in one sudden movement you're lying on the ground, the man on top of you, his hands around your neck, his fingers squeezing your skin tightly. He's really choking you.

You gasp and thrash your arms and his face several times, but he doesn't seem willing to loosen his grip.

"H...Hi...Hilltop!... "You say barely. "Jesus!" You say again and then the pressure disappears.

Daryl looks at you with wide eyes through the strands of hair, his hands release your neck as you begin to cough loudly, you feel him move cautiously to your side, but he doesn't move too far away, studying you carefully, watching your every move in case it's a trap to finish what he has started. Still coughing you sit on the floor rubbing your neck, you glance sideways at him and see him avert his gaze, your robe has opened a little exposing your body, you smile, but adjust your clothes and throat clears.

"No doubt my brother was right..." You say, but you gesture to him pointing to the door and then put a finger to your lips as a sign of silence. "Come with me, I've prepared a hot bath for you."

He doesn't trust you, however, he gets up following you to the bathroom, as you promised him there is a bathtub waiting for him, you make him get in and start rubbing his skin and hair letting all the dirt dissolve in the water. There with the noise and away from the door, you can talk freely.

"Jesus sent me a message warning me that Negan had attacked your group." You tell him as you rub his scalp. "He asked me to help you get out of here, that Rick needs you in Alexandria." You continue, telling him your plan.

"Why?"

"Jesus is my brother, I became Negan's wife to know his plans from the inside and sabotage them little by little, I'm not proud and I'm sorry for what you people have had to suffer, but it's complicated to get close to him." You confess and sigh heavily.

Two years ago you showed up at the door of the Sanctuary, pretending to be lost, scared to death, in need of food and a home, Negan believed your story and took you in as a Savior with the condition of becoming his wife, again honoring your role you accepted desperately, however you were not going to let him treat you like trash as he did with the rest, when you gained his trust you showed your feisty character, contradicting him, making him angry, attracting his attention and becoming one of his favorite girls. Sex was the hardest part at first, but eventually you realized that the man was attractive, despite his volatile and sadistic nature, and knew how to treat you in bed, so you took it as your reward for being in the lion's den.

"If he catches ya freein' me, he'll kill us both and there will be consequences for my people."

"That won't happen, I've been thinking of a plan so you can escape and he won't suspect me..."

"Sleep with me? Negan told me as we were on our way here."

"That's what I told him, yes." You laugh and rinse his hair. You help him out of the tub, hand him a towel to cover himself. "Do you think you'd get hard if he was in front?"

"Ya wanna him to be in front?"

"I want you to threaten me and he can't defend himself, you'll lead me to one of the exit doors and escape before anyone can follow you."

"Why do y'think he would defend ya, won't his men follow me?"

"Don't worry, Jesus will be waiting for you and he'll know how to get rid of them, trust me."

"And what about Negan?"

"He'll do what you ask of him, I'm his favorite, he won't let you hurt me." You assure him, Daryl seems hesitant, but finally nods his head. "Good, now eat some, I need you to get your strength back." You hand him what you have prepared for him and he eagerly devours it.

In the next few minutes that Daryl is eating you explain to him in more detail your plan, of course sex was only a possibility, you don't think you could ever touch Daryl in that sense, you don't know him, but in a stressful situation like the one he's in, you're sure sex is the last thing on his mind. When he finishes eating you smile and let him relax a little more in your room, he's going to have to go back to a rough and filthy cell, at least if he gets some sleep on a bed, his body will thank you.

"Well, I'd better call the guys to be taken back to your cell." You say and he gives you a sidelong glance. "Remember the whole plan?" You ask and he nods again.

You are about to get out of bed when you feel his hand on your knee. You look down to discover his fingers slowly creeping up your skin, hiding under the fabric of your robe, you look at him in surprise and see him staring at you. You want to stop him, tell him he doesn't need to do that, you can have fun the day Jesus responds to your message and carry out the plan, but not now... you lose the thread of your own thoughts when his fingers brush against your mons and find their way between your legs. You gasp, your gaze unfocused for a second as his fingertips touch your button and stop there. His eyes watch you, his fingers move very slowly over your clit and Daryl watches as your face transforms into a grimace of pleasure. It's been a while since he's touched a woman, but he still knows what he's doing.

**

You close your eyes when you feel Daryl's lips on your neck, his hands run over your body giving you goosebumps, you sigh and hear a growl near you, you open your eyes again discovering Negan sitting on his couch, watching you, biting his lip, moving his leg nervously. He wants to join in, he can't stand to see Daryl touching you and making you moan and him not being able to prove he does it better. But you have to admit that Daryl is a better lover than you expected, that day he proved to you that he could make you shudder and beg just by fucking you with his fingers and now he's doing exactly the same. You moan low as you spread your legs wider for Negan to get a good look at how Daryl's fingers sink inside you over and over again making a wet sound to accompany your moans.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to cum..." You say feeling the pleasure building in your stomach and your pulse quickens.

"Stop it, get her on all fours." Negan says getting up from the couch unbuttoning his pants urgently pulling out his cock, hard, head red and angry, spitting pre cum fluid.

You can't help but smile and get even more excited, Daryl grunts, not happy to see another man's cock, but he has to admit he likes your body and is enjoying you, so he does as Negan asks; he pulls his fingers out of your pussy, helps you turn around and you rest your hands and knees on the mattress, you look at Negan with a naughty smile and open your mouth, egging him on.

"Oh honey, I'm going to fuck that slutty throat of yours." He growls walking straight towards you, grabs you by the hair and shoves his cock inside your mouth. "That's it, suck it like you know how." He says giving you a tug on your hair.

You could refuse, leave him desperate and hating you, but you need him relaxed, your guard down, so you close your lips around his swollen cock and start sucking, pumping up and down, licking and sucking his tip with special interest, hearing him curse and grunt through his teeth, his fingers not loosening their grip on your hair. Daryl watches you for a few seconds, his cock needing attention too, your hips are slightly raised and your legs spread, letting him see your wet pussy ready for him. He bites his lip jerking his length a couple of times before positioning himself behind you. You moan against Negan's cock as you feel him slide his tip between your folds, touching your clit then pressing and pushing inside you slowly, his size dilating you as he goes deeper, you pause for a second, your mouth wide open for Negan, but you are unable to process the excitement that is coursing through you at that moment. Daryl stays still inside you, then slowly pulls out again, only his tip still in your pussy before he thrusts once more, hard, deep, drawing a moan from you that you yourself have never heard before. You need to pull Negan's cock out of your mouth to breathe, as Daryl holds you tighter around the waist and does the same again, your eyes roll as he finds the perfect rhythm, fast and deep. Negan pushes his cock against your lips again and you obey letting yourself be fucked by both men until you feel yourself losing consciousness.

Negan cums in your mouth, holding you by the back of the neck as he unloads completely, you swallow quickly and slap him several times on the legs to get him to release you. He loves to see you desperate, but he pulls away and you spit out his cum, however, Daryl doesn't give you time to process it, pushes you back against the mattress fucking your aching pussy with more intensity and you feel your orgasm rock you, you clench around his cock and you both moan, his seed spilling inside you with the last more erratic and uncontrolled onslaughts.

Your body falls onto the bed totally exhausted, breathing hard, feeling yourself shaking, your knees like jelly, your pussy pulsing as you feel the hunter's semen dripping out. Daryl is also trying to recover, Negan is no better, sitting on his couch. You have to stick with the plan, but all that has hit you all hard. You swallow still feeling some traces of Negan's semen in your mouth, you look sideways at Daryl and he nods slyly.

**

The plan works better than you expected, Daryl gets dressed as he holds you down, a knife against your neck, you tense, you tremble and look at Negan pleading for help, the man is angry, but he won't make a move that would put you at risk. Daryl pulls you to the door you guide him with small signals, no one is after you, Negan's men keep their distance so you don't get hurt.

"Go." You tell him by slyly pushing him away.

"Come with me." He asks you without letting go, but you shake your head.

"We'll meet again, Daryl, when the Sanctuary falls." You assure him and smile.

Daryl looks at you for a few seconds and kisses you with intensity surprising you, then you see him quickly leave and escape with Jesus who is waiting for him hidden on the other side of the fences of the abandoned factory.

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The war ends, Negan is defeated by Alexandria and the communities that have allied with them, the soldiers who faithfully followed the man are cornered, given the choice whether they want to change or die, many try to escape, but very few manage to go far away.

Daryl lowers his gun and searches the battlefield with his eyes, he feels his chest quicken when he sees you, hugging your brother, Jesus, as he pampers you and whispers something against your ear as your embrace grows stronger. He walks towards you, not wanting to break the moment, but it's been several weeks since you last saw each other and Daryl feels a strange pressure in his chest.

He's not the only one, when you separate from Jesus and discover him next to you you can't help a nervous smile and your heart pumping hard. Jesus watches you and walks away leaving you alone. There is chaos, rage, death and despair all around you, but now you see and hear nothing but yourselves. You smile and move a little closer to him.

"Yer alive..."

"I told you we would meet again."

[babiestmunson]

fireside

18+ only, minors please dni

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Harrington Twin (yes because I'm obsessed with the idea)

Summary: After getting caught at your house by your brother, you find yourself going for the first time to Eddie's trailer. What happens when Eddie ask you to try to be friends? (3k+)

Warnings: 18+ please no minors, smut, vaginal penetration, safe sex, oral (m receiving) dirty talk, fingering. Let me know if I'm missing something.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut, hopefully it won't be so generic lmao i would really like to do a second part i already have the idea so if you'd like it too let me know

This is bullshit. Eddie thought at the sight of the number of pictures that showed a perfect and loving family, the four of them had matching outfits, the difference was that the children's outfits were a little more juvenile. 

They were that kind of family, businessman dad, entrepreneur mom, jock son, and cheerleader daughter. The parents raised their children to be king and queen, with perfect grades and perfect life practically in their pockets. But he knew the truth behind their perfect white smiles. Mr. and Mrs. Harrington were absent parents, Steve was a bully who barely graduated and didn't get into college, and YN, sweet princess YN wasn't as innocent as they thought. In fact, she was always begging Eddie to fuck her until she couldn't walk, that’s right, their sweet princess was more promiscuous than any parent wants it, and Eddie was there to please her whenever she desired it. What would mom and dad think about their little girl begging the freak to fuck her brains out? 

It was a normal routine for you two, you'd call him letting him know that your parents were, again, not home and he'd sneak through the window at the first sign of Steve being gone. You could spend hours teasing the other until the urge of him being inside you was so strong, that you'd let him rip your clothes, hence the reason you were running out of panties. Today was no exception, he was waiting for you to put on a new lingerie set to "spice things up" leaving him outside your room wondering in the hall where many pictures were displayed. 

“Well, this is new” YN was standing at the door of her room looking like the hottest version of herself. It was an all-black lace set with a matching robe, her breast looking magnificent as ever. Eddie didn’t know much about fabrics, but it sure looked expensive. “Gotta say, I’m very pleased with the new style but I like it better how you look in a good old pastel pink”.

He’s closer now, taking small steps to corner you between the wall. The scent of his cheap cologne was all over you. He looks at you, eyes darting your eyes before they settle on your lips. His fingers traced random patterns on your arm, all without taking his eyes off you, but you were looking at his fingers. 

“You got nice hands Munson”

“Think so princess?” Eddie softly touches your bottom lip to make with his thumb, he loved how his rings contrasted the delicate features of your face. “Guitarist's fingers” 

 “And you’re gonna show me what other things you can do with them?”

With that he brings a hand up to tilt your hand back and kisses you eagerly, hands finding purchase on each side of his neck, giving him a little tug. His hands now gripped at your hips, pulling you more against him. Slowly he slips a hand under the soft fabric of your robe to caress your thigh. He sucks on your bottom lip, teeth grazing it and making you moan. 

“I fell asleep! I was just leaving” Steve was about to make a full statement about why he was in the house when he realized that was not the point. 

“Oh dear lord!” Steve suddenly is standing outside his room doing his best to cover his eyes. You don’t have time to think but Eddie quickly covers you with his jacket since the robe you’re wearing is everything but covering.

“What the hell are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at Robbin’s!”

“Eddie you have to go” you start to shove him down the stairs. 

“Like hell he is” Steve interrupts you and grabs Eddie by his shoulders “You’re gonna explain yourself freak”

“Jesus, Steve let him go” 

“Why don’t I leave, this seems like a twin problem so…”

“Yes!”

“No! I can’t believe you’re with him I thought you had someone from college coming to visit you”

“Ok, no together it’s just a casual thing” Eddie clarifies.

“Like that’s better, is he the reason you’re dropping out?” Eddie looks at you confused, your thing if you could call it that way was so casual, he didn’t know what college you were attending or what was your major. He just learned you had a middle name.

“No! Steve, please shut up. I’m sorry Eddie but you have to go. I’ll go change and then we’ll talk ok Stevs?” your brother softens up when he hears his nickname. You only used that pet name when something is bother you. 

“Fine”

“Well this was lovely, see you around Stevie” before he leaves, Eddie grabs your face to kiss you, an aggressive kiss with his tongue quickly moving against yours. He pulls off and with his breath still like crazy, Eddie grabs your ass and winks at you before waving goodbye to Steve who was speechless. 

It's saturday and you couldn’t imagine a worse-case scenario, you'd been in your car for fifteen minutes waiting to see Eddie. Already a couple of people gave you strange looks, you weren't a stranger to the town's community, your dad used you as his perfect angel when he ran for mayor, thank god he lose. So what was Harrington's angel doing in the trailer park on a Saturday? You didn't know which one was Eddie’s trailer so a miracle was what you were expecting. Am I going too far just for being horny? Yes I am. And he is worth it.

When the clock indicated that you'd been waiting twenty minutes, your hopes were on the ground but, one of the doors opened, Dustin Henderson and Mike Wheeler got out of the trailer followed by Eddie; he said goodbye to them and got back in immediately. Now you were packing at the thought that the boys might see you, Dustin especially since he was close, really close, with your brother, what were you going to tell them? That you're just passing by when you're supposed to be in college? 

"Great" you spotted their bikes just close enough to your car, there was no way they wouldn't see you. And they did. 

"YN? What are you doing here?" Dustin was the first one to approach you, he was confused but so happy to see you, his smile always warmed your heart. "Needed a break from the city?" 

"Oh yeah, a break of course" 

"I wish Steve would told me, my mom's been dying to show you her new apple pie recipe" 

"I'll go see her if I can don't worry" your hands kept on the weil. 

"Great! So I'll see you around?" 

"Wait, what are you doing here specifically?" Damn Mike, you were so close to being done with them. 

"That's none of your business Mike let's go. Please don't go without saying goodbye"

"I won't, take care kiddos" 

When you no longer see them on the road, it was time to get out of the car and look for Eddie. The closest you were, the louder the music was, it was absurd to think that a human being could enjoy music at such level, but common decency wasn't the reason you were looking for Eddie. You knock like your life depended on the matter unsure if he was going to hear you. 

Eddie heard the first two knocks and willingly ignore them but at the third one, he suspected someone was at the door. He made an imaginary list of people who could be looking for him: maybe someone his uncle, or him, owed money to. Or Dustin even, sure he just left but that boy was annoying. After the fourth knock,  he did the logical thing: look through the window. To his surprise, YN Harrington was standing outside his trailer, she was so annoyed, he could see it in her face. Arms crossed, tapping furiously and rolling her eyes every five seconds or so. This is gonna be sooo much fun. 

"What a surprise, what's this princess doing so far from her castle?" 

"Let me in?" Your annoyed voice turns him on right away, he steps aside, hands behind him like a good boy. You got in and started to check the place. 

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure?" Eddie sits on his couch like he is in a throne, with his arms on his knees and a playful smile. 

"I don’t know, I guess I just wanted to say I'm sorry for the awkwardness that happened last time" he can notice that suddenly you’re nervous and vulnerable. But not vulnerable as in defenseless, vulnerable in a shy kind of way.

“I see… you know? You didn’t have to but I’m glad you came because I can see your nipples through your shirt.” He gets up from the couch and gets closer to you, he knew damn well what you were doing in his place. But you loved to tease him. 

“Then maybe I came for you to care of them” 

He tugged you toward him with the hand he already had in your hair, your nose pressing against his cheek as he moved to whisper in your ear.  “You know what you came for” 

It was no secret you were a big fan of the way he handled you. Just his hand alone had a gush of arousal pooling between your legs, you squeezed your thighs together, urging yourself to keep your composure. It was useless because he noticed. His smirk was hidden but you knew he was doing it. Eddie’s strong arm wrapped around your waist, lifting your body and sitting you up on the table with little to no effort. A hand pushed the hem of your skirt up your thighs, eyes dropping to the newly exposed skin. 

“No panties?” The tip of his fingers traveled up your thigh and he was pressing himself closer. You could feel how hard he was against your skin.  

“They tend to get in the way” Eddie snarled, staring up at you with fire in his eyes.  With his hand in your hair, he pulled you from the table and onto your knees. You are now faced to face with his solid bulge at the front of his pants.  On instinct, you were reaching your hands forward. Quick with undoing his belt and lowering the zipper of his ripped jeans. He watched in amusement, but you were too driven by the thought of having him in your mouth, so you chose to ignore it. 

Leaning forward you prepared yourself to swallow his length. just as your lips wrapped around the tip, his hand was batting yours away, taking control of his cock. It wasn’t long before you were struggling, jaw aching from being slack open for so wide around him. He was moving too slowly, searching for a proper pace that he liked, sliding deeper with each movement. You tried the best you could to swallow all he was giving you, hands bracing on his thighs as you slowly tried to move your head.

“Oh, fuck!” Heavy breaths left through his nose, the hand that once held your mouth open gripping the table behind you. He watched you were furrowed brows, the tip of his tongue rubbing against his lower lip before he was chewing down on the skin and God, he looked so good.

 “That feel good?” You spoke after pulling off of him, licking gently against his length. He nodded, the quiet noises leaving his lips surprising you. 

“So good, baby.” He complimented and you grinned, leaning down again. It was no secret between you two how much you enjoyed having his cock down your throat, you could feel yourself growing wetter as the seconds ticked by. He held you there, thrusting forward shallowly. You were so glad the distance this position warranted, knowing only embarrassment would come from his knowledge of how wet you were right now.

Your eyes landed on his throbbing dick, just inches from your face, unbelievably hard, and wet with a mixture of your spit and his pre-cum. You leaned forward, mouth open, ready to swallow him down again. The sound of Eddie’s chuckle stopped your actions, his hand in your hair lifting you onto your feet. Standing face to face, he looked at you with the softest of expressions. You wanted so badly to drop back to your knees, just so he’d stop looking at you like that. There were already too many emotions floating around this room. His thumb brushed under your eye, wiping some of the smeared makeup from your skin. If you knew him any better, you would’ve guessed that he’d say something sappy. Something that could be considered romantic in the slightest bit. But you didn't know him in that way.

 Eddie’s grip fell from your hair to the side of your face, holding you still as he covered your mouth with his. Your breath caught in your throat. His hands were dropping shoving your skirt further up your legs until your ass was on full display. Hands groping and kneading the flesh, pulling a whimper from your lips.

 “I want to fuck you tonight. Will you let me?” His words were murmured against your lips, he had only pulled back a few centimeters to speak. Nevertheless, you were understanding him, nodding your head at his words… a happy giggle leaving your lips. He smiled, dropping a gentle kiss on your lips before he was lifting your body off the floor. You were in a position of vulnerability, he knew the kind of control he had over you, nevertheless, he'd ask every time for your consent, even if you were already naked in front of him.

Your legs wrapped around his waist instinctively, arms hanging loosely around his shoulders. Quickly, he was tucking himself back into his jeans before leading you out of the living room and into his bedroom.

Your body bounced as he dropped you onto his bed. His hands grabbed the neck of the collar of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. 

“Move up,” He ordered, watching you as his hand dipping into his boxers. Oddly, that’s when it hit you. You barely knew Eddie. The little facts you knew about him were in majority rumors or puzzle pieces put it together from what Dustin had told you and what you share in between fucks.

“Move up. I want to eat you out,” He repeated. There just had to be some rules if, after months, this was going to keep going. It was only a quick fuck. Acquaintances hooked up because it was easier, not because there was any interest in starting up something.  He moved to hover over you when you remained silent too long. His elbows pressed down at either side of your head, his clothed cock pressing against your wet pussy.

He planted wet kisses against your skin, licking a wet stripe toward your ear, before nibbling at the lobe. You felt his cock jump against your thigh. He ground his hips into yours, sinking his teeth into the skin of your neck. You gasped, head rolling back as you reached up to grip his back. He stuck his tongue out, soothing the skin his teeth had just irritated. You moaned. Eddie lifted his body to kneel on his knees. You watched as he pulled his cock from his boxers, stroking it a few times. The skin glistened still and he was harder than before. A bead of cum rolled down the side and your mouth watered; your pussy clenching around nothing.

“Do you have a condom?” Confusion took over his features as he stared down at you. You usually fucked at your place, every break from college and even before that, he was always at your house. Not the other way around and especially if you showed up by surprise. So, he didn’t quite know where the condoms at his place were because he has a spare at your room.

"I guess they have to be where my goods are right?" His urge helped him to find them quickly and in a fast move he got exactly where he was. His fingers were dropping down, toying with your clit slowly. Your face melted into a twist of pleasure, soft moans leaving your lips. He smirked, loving how easily he could turn you to putty. Eyes finding yours, your jaw dropped as he began to push his way past your fold; bottoming out. You groaned.

 “You should’ve let me prep you.” He spoke in an annoyed tone and you rolled your eyes. 

“Not the time” Eddie laughed, his hand reaching between your body, fingers finding your clit and rubbing slow eights into the wet nub.

 His head dropped back into your neck, wet kisses landing on your clammy skin. He nibbled and sucked at the skin, making sure to keep his hips still as he toyed with your clit. You could feel yourself slowly starting to loosen up and Eddie was quick to pick up on that, dragging his hips back before pushing all the way in. 

“G-god!” You squealed and he grinned. He loved when you swore.

All at once he was dropping his body onto yours, surprising you with the sloppy way he captured your lips into a kiss. The feeling of how quickly your mouth reacted to him, distracting him from all the comments that were begging to slip through his lips. His reeling mind calmed as you kissed him, your hand reaching up to grasp his jaw.

“F-fuck! Eddie…” Your voice trailed off, not being able to finish the sentence that hung on your lips. Eddie had his head tilted down, watching as your swollen wet pussy swallowed his hard cock. He was able to slide deeper inside of you with your leg up like this, your head was spinning. Leg muscles screaming from being bent so far back, but the feeling between your legs was too good to lose.

 The only thing that could be heard throughout the room was the sound of skin slapping and the squelch of your wet pussy, taking him in. If it were any other guy, you would’ve been embarrassed about how wet you were, the way it dropped down your thighs shamelessly.  His hand was dropping down between your legs, the tips of his fingers quick to find your clit. You whimpered, trying to spread your legs wider than they already were. The grin on Eddie’s face didn’t go unnoticed as he started to rub fast circles onto your clit. 

“Wish you could see how precious you look right now. Just for me,” He mumbled the last part, a soft chuckle leaving his lips.

He was close. You could tell from the way he wasn’t moving so quickly anymore. His focus now on getting you to your finish before him. It was like he knew you were at your edge, all you needed was just a few brushes of his fingers and some strong thrusts and you were falling apart. He watched as you unraveled, hips lifting and bucking without your accord.

Loud screams of his name fell from your lips and he loved the sound of it. Eddie wasn’t far behind you, fucking into you a few more times before wrapping your legs tight around his waist. He pressed his body tight against yours as he released into the condom, grunts, and groans of praise for you leaving his lips.

"How's that for spicing things up uh?" it amazed you how calmed he sounded while you were still trying to breathe normally. You were exhausted, never really realized how lucky you were he was always down to go to your place, right now you only wanted to sleep but you gotta go home for that. No way you’re gonna fall asleep without Ronald, your stuffed koala. “Can I ask you something?”

“I guess so” you turned to face Eddie, he was putting his boxers back on. “I can’t walk to my car anyways”

“Are you really dropping out of college?” he put special emphasis on really, making you notice that he didn’t believe it. 

“I am”

“Why?”

“None of your business” 

“I just think is brave” his eyes looked so dreamy. You had sex for him for a reason, he was an attractive guy with a high sex appeal, but other than finding him sexy you never stopped and just admire his features for a second. He was staring at the ceiling with an arm behind his head and under the pillow. “Like, you had all you wanted your whole life and now you’re challenging your parents? Why?” 

His side profile was beautiful, his long lashes covered his eyes like a frame and his nose was really cute. He also had soft cheeks, the kind of cheeks you want to bite. With his free hand, he looks for your fingers and starts to play with them, you felt his big rings on your skin, the moment was becoming intimate.

“We’re not doing this” you jumped off the bed, changing as fast as you can and ignoring the confused boy on the bed. 

“Doing what? I just asked you something”

“I said it before, it’s none of your business” you were putting your bra when you saw him getting changed too. “We don’t need to do this”

“Oh I see, sorry for trying to get to know the girl I’ve been fucking since last year, how inconsiderate of me to see you as more than a quick fuck” 

“I’m not looking for a boyfriend Eddie” 

“Then you’re in luck 'cause you’re not my type doll” you knew it was wrong, but seeing him so annoyed made him look more attractive. Eddie was known as a silly dramatic guy, and now he was displeased, angry even. “Can’t we at least be friendly?”

“That’s a recipe for disaster”

“I like disasters princess”

His curly, dark hair brushed against his eyebrows, tempting you to touch and play with it. Getting to know Eddie never crossed your mind, you only see him as someone to release your desires. Maybe he was right, maybe not but you were unsure of it. And both ways could end in chaos, there was too much at risk, for starters, your parents were already disappointed in you and if someone went to them with the gossip of you befriending a boy they wouldn’t approve terrified you. His big baby cow eyes never stopped following you, with all your clothes on, you were already at the door, your mind all over the place. Just as you turned to leave, he caught your wrist making stand in front of him. 

“You’ve trusted me to worship your body, can’t you trust that my intentions about being just friends are real?” 

“Ok” what’s all you said. At this point there was no escape, you’ll have to learn to befriend someone like Eddie, something inside you knew it was a bad idea, a chaotic kind of idea, because you weren’t sure if you wanted to be his friend for real, or you were only doing it because he full field your desires like no one else. After all, friends can make the best lovers.

[cringecannon]

I’m obsessed with the idea of there being some Normal Person ™️ who was kind to Astarion when he was a vampire spawn that maybe he’s a little unhealthily obsessed with. Maybe they’re a bartender at one of the establishments where he picked up victims for Cazador, maybe a seamstress who gave him thread for his embroidery or to patch up his clothing, maybe just someone who had kind words for him and didn’t try to hit on him, who knows? But it would be verrrrrry interesting to see an Ascendant Astarion encountering that Normal Person again, maybe deciding to “reward” them for being kind to him when he was nothing. Though I’m not sure if his idea of a reward would be what they would consider a reward….

(Also as an aside, I love your writing! I check your blog daily and my friends and I are constantly sending each other your Gortash and Astarion posts like “wake up, babe, new cringecannon dropped”)

He wasn't entirely sure why he was so enamored with you. To put it bluntly, you were just so... plain. Unassuming. Normal. Sure, you were nice. Plenty of people were nice to him though, and he didn't spare them a second thought. He watches you over the chalice of wine in his hand, seated in a dark corner of the bar.

Dark eyes follow the movement of your fingers as you carefully flip the page of whatever book you're reading. He glances up to your mouth, memorizing the twitch of your lip as you half-smile at some thought. Vanity rears it's head. You must be thinking of him. You had spoken to him for maybe a minute, one transaction out of hundreds, but how often did you get to see a face as pretty as his?

Not often, he hopes. A bolt of insecurity cuts through him. He feels pathetic, desperate. It sickens him. He could take anyone in this tavern home with him, and he's not going to sit around and let you make him feel inferior. His eyes settle on some pretty thing sitting alone at the bar and takes his wine with him, swaying over to his mark. Out of the corner of his eye, he tries to see if you're watching. You're not, staring down at your book like it's the most important thing in the room. He refuses to let you deflate his ego. His master wouldn't want you anyway. He'll waste no more time obsessing over some boring nobody.

He does, though. Watching you becomes a treat for him. Speaking with you when he he shops becomes a whole event. The last time he saw you, you'd finally started to recognize him. A warm smile lit up your face as you reached for the exact kind of thread he always comes in for. It was fate, of course, that he'd be abducted the next day.

That first night in camp he wonders if you'll miss him. If you'd think about him as fondly as he thinks of you. Reality crashes in, and the fact that you probably won't is bittersweet. He had been playing a dangerous game with you. Any closer, and Cazador probably would have found out. You'd have been just another thing to take away from him. It was safer this way.

He doesn't think about you much after that. Facing death everyday tends to do that.

It's not until Cazador's blood has long since dried on his hands that he thinks of you. He washes his skin absentmindedly, trying to remember all that he could about you. It wasn't much, honestly. He didn't know your name, but he knew the kind of books you liked to read and the way your eyes shined when your hand touched his when he paid for his thread. It was a start. No one else in camp had kept his attention long. He needs someone to sit by his side and look good for all eternity, and you'd do just fine.

That settles it, in his mind. When the elder brain business is over, he'll start courting you. He thinks he should start by buying the shop you work in. Get rid of the owner somehow, and then he'll give it to you. Once you fall for him (and you will, because you're just too perfect to be so ungrateful after receiving such a thoughtful gift), he'll invite you to live in his new manor. If you're a bit more stubborn, it won't matter. He's not yet sure what hovel you live in, but he's sure you'll appreciate the upgrade.

He sits up a little taller, a small smile on his face as he dries his hands. Should he make you his spawn before he marries you, or after? On one hand, it'd be the perfect way to start the honeymoon. On the other, if he turns you early your cooperation would be guaranteed. He hums to himself. Decisions, decisions. Honestly, it's too soon to worry about it. He has the rest of his everlasting life to woo you. No point stressing over it now.

[v3nusxsky]

Hello!! I loved pretty pet so I'm coming back w an opposite req this time! R is stressed out and needs to let go of some control for a while and leo is happy to provide that for them, w a lot of soft domming and praising and r who is eager to please and just being a sweet sub for lesso? Omg and mistress kink too, r usually likes to test leo but because she's that stressed out and leo is being gentle but firm (emphasis on firm bc it melts my brain like the dom giving commands but with sweet pet names) and making their brain go fuzzy so they're ever so pliant for their mistress and leo finds it adorable EIEIWOEOEJSISI

There she is |NSFW

*Authors note~ i absolutely love this idea and I’m glad you liked pretty pet <3 I couldn't help but run to write it for you*

Trigger warning~ sub r/dom lesso mistress kink strap overstimulation oral fingering praise soft domme some degrading

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Teaching truly never got any easier despite the years of experience you got. The students seem to be impossible this week, anything that could've gone wrong did. The school had one simple rule, one it appeared that everyone seemed to struggle with this week. "You can't kill anyone till after graduation" didn't seem to be in their minds, teens filled with hormones and powers, what a wonderful combination. In fact, two of your students had a brush with death this week. The paperwork that caused was truly horrific.

Leonora knew her girlfriend was stressed, be that by her usual tales or the fact she'd hardly seen you. All she knew is you were stressed and she missed you. Feelings that she hadn't long accepted bubbling up within her, she loved you and now you weren't with her it hurt. You payed her a visit to hand the stacks of paperwork over for her final approval, only then did she truly understand just how much the week had been wearing on you. "Doll? You look exhausted love" she murmured bring a hand to cup your cheek and the pad of her thumb stroking the dark circles that lay underneath your eyes. "Mhm" you hummed not quite able to form a coherent response. "Do you need mistress to take care of you doll? Make that pretty head of yours all fuzzy and free?" She purred holding your gaze and watching the flash of pure need in your eyes as you nodded eagerly. That was exactly what you needed, but too scared to ask for.

She gently took your hand and led you to your shared chambers, where she laid sat you on the bed and cupped your chin to make you look at her, "mistress wants to take care of you doll, but I won't tolerate misbehaviour, can you be my good girl? Give mistress the control doll" she whispered before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. With the best puppy eyes you could muster you whimpered "I'm yours mistress take care of me please."

Oh and your Leo would do just that. Normally she had quite the brat on her hands but tonight she had best doll she could have. You followed every instruction she gave and you didn't complain once. Although she hadn't touched you yet, you remained patient and quiet. As soon as she had you both stripped she made sure to shower your skin with kisses and words of praise and love. Tonight was about reminding you just how cared for you were.

Fingers trailed up your side causing you to shiver in anticipation. "So good for me doll. You'd do anything mistress asked hmm? You are my good girl tonight" she whispered before settling to press kisses, nip and suck at the soft ivory skin of your thighs. You bit your lip trying to remain good, you hadn't been given the go ahead to make any noise yet. Leonora noticed the effort and took pity on you, "good girl doll but mistress wants to hear those pretty sounds. All for me aren't they?" She punctuated the last half with kisses leading to your core. "All yours Mistress" you whimpered squirming ever so slightly until her mouth made contact with your cunt.

"Doll look at how wet you are" she murmured watching as you craned your neck to see, "good girl love how about mistress makes you feel good now? You're so beautiful like this doll. Don't cum until I allow it." You nodded eagerly feeling her work her skilled mouth between your thighs, the pleasure building within you as you finally let go of some of your stress. "Mistress close i please" you whimpered but she pulled away from you chin soaked in your wetness. You remained silent, internally crying from having your pleasure taken away from you. And you were right on the edge too. But her praise made it all worth it. "Look at you doll. You're so needy and yet your still my good dove" she murmured coming to kiss you and allowing you to taste yourself on her tongue.

If wasn't long before lesso had strapped up and slowly sunk her length into your drenched pussy. "That's it baby, take it all doll. Good girl" she whispered before her lips made home on your neck. She let you adjust for a little while, simply enjoying marking up your pretty neck before you pleaded with her for more. Only then did she start to move at a maddening slow pace. Ever the good submissive you didn't complain or beg or whine, you simply let yourself enjoy what she was giving you.

Leonora edged you a few times with her strap until she knew you'd be ready to let that pretty head of yours go all fuzzy. "Beg to cum doll. You can do that for me? So pretty when your begging for mistress" was all it took for you to start whimpering and mewling words that sort of formed a sentence, "mistress please I good you please." Only then did she take pity on you and slip her hand between your sweat soaked bodies and rubbed slow but firm circles on your aching bundle of nerves. You came with a cry of her name as she fucked you through your orgasm. Only when you looked up at her through half lidded eyes, looking absolutely fucked dumb did she take the strap off and threw it somewhere, to deal with later, before coming to gather you in her arms. "You did so good for me doll. Such a good girl for me. Leo is here love, can you drink some water for me?" She hummed out holding some bottled water to your lips that she always had by the bed for these moments. You hummed in acknowledgment sipping the water before whining and pushing it away. You snuggled into the older woman surrendering to sleep when you heard her whisper, "sleep doll. You did so well for me, Leo hads you. You’re safe"

Word count ~ 1174

[littlemissmanga]

CT-2460 "Corkscrew" Intro & SFW Alphabet

Hey all! It's been a hot minute :) I'm trying to get back into my writing grove to get into my WIP list, but it's been hard. Brain isn't braining but stress is stressing.

So rather than fight the brain fog and get frustrated over lack of writing progress, I'm shifting gears to introduce (finally) my latest OC, Corkscrew.

Called "Cor" by his close brothers, Corkscrew is a pilot in Shadow Squadron. He's an adrenaline junkie, and definitely follows the Anakin Skywalker school of flying. But at the heart of all his daring do's is his love for his brothers and his commitment to keeping them safe.

That's evident by the fact that his recklessness doesn't carry over off the battlefield. In fact, Cor is pretty chill. He's not easily provoked and he's really open minded. He's competitive and playful in a soft way. He'll tease his brothers but he's not a shitstirrer.

And fun fact, he is dyslexic but can visualize a battlefield in 3D, which helps with his flying. Hence why the Kaminoans didn't mind the the "irregularity."

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

On average, I'd say Cor is pretty affectionate, and his main way of showing that is through physical touch. He knows he can lose his brothers (or they can lose him) at any time. So a hand on a shoulder or a nudge isn't out of the ordinary for him.

Every so often, if you catch him in a serious moment where he's deep in thought, he'll verbalize that affection. But that is much less common. Corkscrew knows how to speak louder with his actions.

But receiving? Words of affirmation. Despite speaking louder with his actions, Corkscrew is still unprepared and overwhelmed in the best way when someone shows affection to him verbally or praises him. It's so new and yet it's something he feels to his core (pun intended).

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Corkscrew is your ride or die. Need someone at 3am? No questions? Corkscrew. No platitudes, no nothing. He'll just be there, for you, any time, any place.

He won't give his opinion on things unless you ask OR you're genuinely going to hurt yourself. Otherwise, it's your life, you gotta live it. He just wants to be along for the ride.

A friendship with him is easy to start, as he's pretty affable - chatting at a bar or getting introduced through one of his brothers. And he'd go out of his way to help even a new friend. If Cor sees you as someone genuine, as an equal friend who meets him where he's at as he does you, then he'll feel comfortable deepening the relationship to close friends.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

FUCK YES. So naturally, as he expresses love most easily through physical touch, cuddles are very high on his "yes please I love it" list. He would cuddle his batchmates growing up and once he got comfortable with Shadow Squadron, he grew the habit of resting his head on Matchstick's shoulder and cuddle into his big brother's side or back. It really grounds him in a good way and gives him a sense of peace. (He does it to most of his squad mates but Matchstick is who he is closest to).

He read on a contraband holonovel that nat-born couples cuddle like this to fall asleep every night and that's when that little seed was planted in his heart. He wants that. The idea of feeling someone he loves around him every night? The thought that holding someone and showing his love in such a natural way for him is desired in the wider galaxy (esp when not all his brothers love his cuddles) just floors him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He wants it. He wants it so bad, but he doesn't let himself. First because he knows that, as long as he's in the GAR, it's unlikely to happen so he shouldn't get his hopes up. Second because Cor acknowledges that what he wants is that unique special connection most of all and he tries so hard to redirect that to his brothers. It doesn't always work, but it's enough.

As for actual domestic work, Cor keeps things pretty clean, but a messy partner would through him for a loop. I can see him getting overwhelmed because "I didn't make this mess, where does any of this go!?"

He cannot cook to save his life besides making a sandwich. Please get that man away from your oven.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Mostly by not starting it. He's really aware of how much it could hurt if it all goes wrong, and the risk to his brothers pushes him into the "not now" category.

But if he did start a secret fling and had to end it, he would be up front and honest in person. No lies about how he doesn't care. He knows it'll hurt and those lies protect no one. So blunt honestly about how much he loves you, and how angry he is that this is reality. But he will not keep hurting you or himself.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

In an AU where the war ends and clones get rights, then he really lets himself think it through for the first time. He'll be fine with the commitment aspect, but he would also wait a while before popping the question. He's patient and will want to be absolutely sure before committing.

But following canon, he's really not likely to propose. He'll be hesitant to enter a relationship knowing he can't really commit as his first obligation is to the GAR and his brothers. And while the right person could convince him to date in secret, he would never ask for their commitment to him when he can't return the same.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

To himself? Cor is a bit rough. He knows what he can handle and tolerate and will often push that limit for what he considers the greater good. That's physically, emotionally and mentally. Like the time he jumped from a fighter in order to kick some spider droids off Broadside's wing mid battle and ended up with a torn ligament that needed a soak in bacta. Or the time when he immediately reported for duty despite working overnight to help another squad without telling anyone. Or when, after the Battle of Kamino, he took a rotation giving some of the more battle-worn bothers a compassionate ear, despite being pretty beaten down himself.

But when it comes to others, Cor is the most gentle. He is aware of the double standard but doesn't care. It's because he's reckless and harsh with himself that he is hyper aware of being gentle, kind, and welcoming to others. He keeps his harshest comments to himself (unless they need to be said for help or defense) and is always mindful and aware of himself physically to avoid being rough with others.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

For his brothers and friends, hugs can range from side hugs in greeting, to barely there embraces in passing - a brief "hey, still here; still love you" - to full on cuddles. Cor will hug often but usually not for super long.

It really is his way of saying "I love you." And because actually saying that on Kamino would have been .... not ideal, he's conditioned himself to just do it naturally.

With a partner, though, things would go to the next level. Are you home? With no plans? Perfect, you're in Corkscrew's lap. Or buried into his side on the couch. Or curled on top of him in bed. And, if he's really comfortable with you, you'll be big spooning him. (OMG being little spoon is SUCH a revelation to him). Like, unless there is a reason not to be hugging, ya'll are hugging.

His hugs are warm and restorative. Not possessive, per se, but they make you feel like you're right where you belong.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Very rarely. Almost never to his brothers since to him, I love you sounds like goodbye. It's what brothers say when they fall.

He'll feel love long before he verbalizes it. He's only ever said it to a few of his closest vod. To his partner? He'll say it after they do, but even then, it'll be a big moment. Like, an anniversary or something important like that. After that, it'll still be used sparingly so the right partner needs to be aware that he may not say it in words, but he says it in so many other ways.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Yes he does get jealous. He never thought of himself as a particularly jealous person, but trainers or older vod he really admired giving more attention to others always kinda rubbed him wrong. But the first time he meets someone he connects with romantically???? MASSIVE JEALOUSY.

But Cor is coolheaded and will think things through. He's patient. He's not one to fly off the handle or start a fight. He'll watch to see how his partner reacts to the person. He'll still step in after a while (admittedly a short while) because he really doesn't like not being the center of your attention. But he'll only address his partner directly and never be outright rude or aggressive about it unless the other person escalates things. (Though he may be cocky and snarky by actively not addressing the other person at all. Like it's obvious they're being annoyed. It's almost like he'd be ok with it turning into a fight, even if that's not his intention.) It's less about the other person and more about the fact that he wants to be as central to your world as you are to his.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He doesn't really do platonic kisses, so that's out entirely.

For a partner, he goes with what he knows which at first is just on the lips. And he likes it. He really likes it. The intimacy of the act just does it for him. And if his partner lets out little hums and moans? He's in heaven. He loves the actual sensation of lips pressed to his and just the thought of knowing what you taste like. It's not until a partner kisses him first on his neck that he realizes how fun kisses can be elsewhere.

But to keep it PG, he'll usually default to a kiss on the lips for his partner any time he greets them or says goodbye. Every so often, he'll steal a kiss on your cheek in the middle of the day or in passing. And of course, he'll pepper small kisses on any skin he can reach when you're cuddling. If he's really in his feels about you, he'll pick up your hand and give that a kiss.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He's pretty good with kids. He never really spent much time with the cadets on Kamino after he was one, but his even temper and gentleness - and his cool kickass stories - make him very popular with kids. There are a few awkward moments the first time he really spends time with a little one, but he recovers quickly.

From the little experience he has, he does think about fatherhood in a positive light. It's not an end goal for him, but the idea of starting a family and raising a child with someone, having that bright energy in his life, is something that makes him warm and fuzzy.

What he can't handle is the chaos of a group of undisciplined children. He saw a bunch just being absolute menaces to their chaperones around Monument Plaza once and it was enough to make him question everything. His upbringing on Kamino may have been overly restrictive by nat-born standards, but he knows there is a happy medium that doesn't involve succumbing to the little terror's demands and screeches.

That's when he decides if he ever did marry and have a family, that the number of potential children gets capped at 2. No way will he willingly be outnumbered by his own creations.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Corkscrew is the kind of morning person who is so annoying. Not because he's chipper, but because it's like the morning doesn't phase him. There's no blinking sleep out of his eyes and slowly coming into consciousness for him. Nope, Cor is fully awake the moment his eyes open and he just goes about his day. Doesn't even need caf.

Mornings in the GAR will depend where his squad is at any time. But in an AU, he takes the slow quiet of the morning to get some personal tasks done before truly starting his day. A light breakfast (cereal because he knows his limits in the kitchen) and then he's getting through his core list to some music.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

In the GAR and on his own, Cor likes to use nights to decompress and be alone with his thoughts. He genuinely needs to wind down at the end of the day to be able to fall asleep. And growing up as he did, he appreciates a small bit of solitude to just focus on himself. It's the main time he can examine his own wants and needs without distraction.

But that doesn't mean he's a stick in the mud. He'll always be up for a night out at 79s or slightly illegal speeder racing (he just knows he'll likely be exhausted the next day) or even just hanging out with his brothers when the opportunity presents itself.

With a partner, it would pretty much be the same. Though if his partner were an introvert, then say goodbye lol. He'd go out with bros like once a month if that. If his partner wants to cuddle on the couch again, then he is 100% on board.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Cor is both open and closed off. Lemme explain.

There is virtually no difference in the way he'll treat close friends and new friends. He is open with his time, support, and energy right from the get go. And he'll reveal a lot about himself in this time - his preferences, his humor, his competitive side (which do not engage, he WILL win any challenge or die trying) all come through easily and naturally.

But there are two things about Corkscrew that only his closest loved ones know and he never even really opened up about them. More like these loved ones were close enough that Corkscrew didn't feel the need to push them down when they came up naturally. And they are...

How angry he can get when he feels like he's failed someone or someone he loves is going through something and he feels useless. All his gentleness and patience is gone. You're now looking at a born and bred soldier who only has one target.

Just how much he really does yearn for a normal, nat-born life.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

It takes A LOT to get this guy really fired up. Easiest is to threaten someone he cares about, insult his brothers, or question his commitment to the GAR and the Republic.

Even then, he won't lose control. He's three steps ahead and has thought through the most likely fight progressions and outcomes. His training kicks into high gear and he keeps an even head throughout.

He's also not very stubborn or hard headed, which makes it much easier for him to remain calm in new situations or when challenged by new information.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He'll remember the important things. Like, he is not going to off the top of his head remember everything you say in passing. But he'll write down when you mention what your favorite flower is and he'll take note if you tend to order the same thing at restaurants. He'll watch how you take care of yourself so he'll know how to do it when you can't. And he'll study that list of important things until they are second nature to him.

But like, you'll have to remind him of important events coming up in your life that wouldn't be on his radar usually and you'll have to remind him a few times (he's really not used to how nat-borns have to manage their own lives rather than having everything sorted by the GAR).

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Corkscrew is not in a relationship and has never been, so he has no favorite moment as of yet. But he is really just looking forward to connecting with someone in that true and deep way, so any moment when he feels that would qualify.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Oh so very protective but not in a prohibitive way. The man is an adrenaline junkie. He understands recklessness. But he's also reasonable and responsible and will channel any reckless urges partners and brothers have into safe versions.

Basically, Cor will let his loved ones spread their wings wide however they want ... he'll just be their shadow making sure they stay safe.

Sometimes he's too hands off or not concerned enough - because he's confident that he can protect everyone himself. If anything goes wrong in those cases, he really beats himself up for it afterward.

As for him being protected, he doesn't like it. It makes him feel uncomfortable. Not because it means he's weak. But because he views his entire purpose as being a protector, so the idea that someone else would do the same for him doesn't sit right as it takes away his purpose. Obviously his brothers watch his back in battle all the time, but that's a little different. If any of them took a hit for him, he'd not handle it well.

Similar for a partner. He's the protector. You're the protected. End of story. It is really the only position he will not budge on. There is no situation where he will be ok with you taking on risk to prevent the same of him.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Man tries SO HARD. Gives his all to everything all the time. How he has energy for it no one knows. It's a mystery and he just laughs at it.

He'll pick up extra duties on board if there's no action just to help out, and does his part at home, too.

(His closest brothers have ways to trick him into stopping for food or sleep because just telling him doesn't work unless you have the authority to stop him yourself. These tricks are because he has hurt himself before by pushing himself too far.)

And he's helped enough brothers plan special if not surreptitious dates for bothers before. So when it comes to planning dates with you, he's very proactive and on top of it. He'll try really hard with gifts but he's just not great at them to start with. He's insecure about his tastes and what you like and will second-guess his understanding of what you like. Give him a list or general ideas though and he's off to the races.

No matter what he gets you or what he plans for big days, he'll always put you at the center of it and make sure that you'll appreciate what he is bringing to the table,

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Corkscrew's altruism gets to unhealthy places if no one checks him and that leads to dangerous behavior. He also has the habit of pushing down his own wants and needs, but that's overflowed into pushing down any negative reaction or emotion if he feels overwhelmed. That means it's really hard for Cor to recognize he's reaching a breaking point either mentally or physically.

He also doesn't realize, but by deprioritizing himself and acting on his own when he thinks its best, he is pushing away and hurting those who love him.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

More than average level of vanity but not concieted. When all you see is the same face every day, you come to understand that dang, that is a handsome face. He takes good care of his hair (which is slightly longer than regulations but not enough to garner attention) and does enjoy the physical results of his conditioning and exercise.

Corkscrew is hot and he knows it and that's about as self-indulgent as he gets.

He got dared by his squad mates to cut a bit of his eyebrow off once (because they were aware he liked to be a "pretty boy"). But jokes on them, he liked the edginess it gave him and now it's a permanent feature.

He was legitimately concerned about the large scar that bisects his right thigh (transparisteel from his fighter shattered mid-battle and cut deep. He crashed into the docking bay of the Venator before passing out). It wasn't just that it was rough looking, but it was in a spot that only medics and bed partners would see, and the latter wouldn't think about scars the same way some brothers do, as badges of honor. He is still very self-conscious about it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He already doesn't. Cor really feels like something is missing. But his identity is so bound to the GAR that he convinces himself that the feeling is just longing and not a void in his very soul.

Once he finds a partner that he loves, Corkscrew would prefer spending every night together. He understands that may not always be possible, but damn he's gone so long without you that he can't go back to feeling incomplete.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Man is competitive as SHIT. Like, you wanna see him lose control without putting yourself in danger? Challenge him to anything. Literally anything. And like the small child he really is at heart, he can't let it go. But be warned, he's really adept at finding ways to win. And he'll keep rechallenging you until he's got you beat.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Selfishness and inconsideration. Being mindful is so part of who he is that someone who objectively doesn't operate at least a little in the same way would be incompatible. He'd grow resentful of them.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He has a pretty regular sleep pattern when on leave and non-active engagement, as is standard for the GAR. But he doesn't need to be. Corkscrew can nap for 30 minutes and be good to go. It's not fair and other brothers hate him for it (affectionately).

He does snore a bit, but lightly and he doesn't tend to move too much. Maybe that's why it's so restful?

He also likes both a shirt and sleep pants for bed. Much more than just boxers or even just pants.

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summary: he was a frat boy. you were not a sorority girl. could i make it any more obvious. or how you fall for a frat boy and an incident happens that makes you realize how much he cares for you and just how much his friends do too. fandom: austin butler rating: m but not because anyone has sex more for rough content. pairing: austin butler ( frat boy ) x female reader word count: 2823 warnings: talking shit on fraternities and sororities. mild insecurity. a bit of misogyny. frat bros being heinous human beings. non consensual drug use. violence in the form of a drunken brawl. roofies being mentioned and used. dudebros being assholes. beer bottles being thrown. implied undressing while unconscious done by a trusted person. completely averted attempt at sa/sexual assault. author’s note: y'all can essentially blame @prompted-wordsmith for this one because they're the one who put the little nugget in my brain back when we talked about this. heed the warnings, please. i didn't tag this as austin's main post tag because i know it deals with a sensitive topic but it's also probably— the last frat austin piece i might write unless anyone has something they specifically want to see. same goes for my tags for all of you. which, truly i refrain from tagging when it comes to things i feel most of you would prefer not to read and this is no exception. i believe i put all the warnings but feel free to tell me if i missed any. hope you enjoy if you read and thank y'all for your support. also i know not all chapters of SAE are like this but they are known to be a— bad frat so to speak.

Going to frat parties is not your idea of fun. It's a fact that Austin knows and will usually acknowledge and allow you to just skip them with promises that he won't do anything funny with any other girls. Not that you don't trust him, but you know how touchy he can get while tipsy, and you know as well as anyone sometimes touches can be misconstrued. There are lone exceptions, though, the parties that Austin begs to have you at so he can show you off and tell everyone how much of a genius his girlfriend is. They're always held at other frat houses, and every so often, you start to wonder if you're being dragged around like a trophy only to realize that's not the case at all. If anything, it's him trying to prove to everyone that you're kind of settling for him and that you could get better guys. It's a silly notion, you think, but it is what it is and you go along with it for Austin's delight only to remind him when you're safely in each other's arms in bed that he's the only one for you. Besides, what sort of girl is supposed to go for the premed and theater guy, hm?

Tonight is one of those nights where you're in a simple black and white jumpsuit and Austin is in what you like to call party causal. Or a step up from his normal tank tops but not full formal or business wear, but it involves jeans that make his ass look flawless so you're pretty sure you're winning just because of that one sole fact. It's easier to hitch a ride or just walk with Austin when it comes to heading to these parties and tonight is no different with you sitting in the passenger side of his car as his hand interlocks with yours.

"You're going to have to let go of my hand, Austin. Pretty sure no one is going to let us live it down if we get into a car accident because we both know better," you laugh, pulling his head up to your lips to kiss it as he shrugs.

"I can drive one handed." He attempts to defend his actions only to earn a look from you that has him sighing. "Hitting the curb that one time doesn't count."

A laugh erupts from your mouth as you finally move your hand away despite his pout with those plush lips of his. "Right. Do I have to call Darce and them to get more proof or do I win this argument just because you knew I was going to mention that?"

Austin pauses and looks for a moment like he's going to present a defense worthy of a brilliant lawyer before, "I think we're at a draw."

There's a moment where you look like you're going to playfully argue before you just smile. "Drive, Butler."

Normally Austin has a tendency to stick close by to you at these parties, not because he doesn't trust you, but because he- despite being a nice and trusting person knows better than to trust a lot of the frats on campus. Most of the time any thing that happens are just rumors but he knows through the grapevine that there's a few people who shouldn't be on campus but have Daddy's money to help them avoid getting kicked out. But this particular party has some pledges he lost out on and likes to check up on from time to time. You're a big girl, though, and he knows you'll be fine. He knows if anyone tries anything they're in for a world of hurt before he even knows there's a problem.

In hindsight, he should have known better than to leave you alone at this particular party. The time before the party had been a little rushed and your normal preparation of having enough to drink ahead of time was left by the wayside. It meant this time around you were nursing a coke trying to be the designated driver at a house most people know better than to have open drinks at. You try to mingle as best you can, attempting to use this to build some connection to someone knowing that despite everything this frat is one of the richer and thus more connected ones and it shows in the talk you hear among some people. Your eyes instinctively seek out Austin more than once and are relieved that he's close enough to you that no one would dare try anything until you find yourself face to face with a guy you've met before.

"Y/N! Fancy seeing you hear. AB finally let you out?" The guy— Jackson, you think his name is— smiles, his canines being exposed when he does. He reminds you of a wolf in all the worst ways.

"Jackie," you mockingly croon, setting down your drink for just a moment. "Cute how you think Austin can tell me what to do like that. Andrew let you run around off the leash?"

You watch as a muscle in Jackson's jaw twitches and you want to laugh but you stop yourself when you see him start to open his mouth. "Funny. AB knows how to pick his bitches. He sent me over here to talk to you actually. Said he wanted to mend bridges between our two houses. He knows Aussie's a little mad about that—"

"How you sniped the kids you called charity cases in your pledge class? When everyone knew they were shoo ins for Phi Kap. But little Andy got it in his head they needed to SAE boys. Yeah, I heard the story." The words come out more vicious than you intend them to but strangely Jackson doesn't react. "What?"

Jackson laughs and for some reason you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up almost as if to warn you of something. It's then that you remember you set down your drink and pick it back up. As you're picking it up, you miss how Jackson smiles. "You really are something else. Shame you settled for the poor white trash surfer boy. When you get tired of him, you'd fit right in here, Y/N. Fucking mean enough."

With that Jackson walks away and you find yourself wondering what just happened as you take a sip of your Coke. Austin catches your eye from across the room and winks, smiling at you before turning to talk to the freshman he was already talking to.

Austin knows that two things are wrong when he looks up thirty minutes later after catching up with multiple Freshman and being interrupted by some asshole whose name he didn't even catch. You're not where you've been for almost the entire party which wouldn't be strange except he can't really find you anywhere. He pulls out his phone to see a missed call from you, a voicemail and a text message that looks like the ones you send him when you've fallen asleep with your phone in your hand. That alone worries him and has him listening to the voicemail only to hear your voice sound wrong in a way that has him seeing red. It doesn't take him long to find one of the upperclassmen— Trey, he thinks? Maybe Trevor, Austin honestly doesn't care as long as he has some idea of where you went.

"Did you see where the girl I came here with went? My girlfriend— She—" Austin trips over his words, suddenly reverting back to that shy boy he once was when he was younger unable to order his own food. The man rolls his eyes.

"The uptight one? Dude, she went to where the bathrooms are. Maybe the bedroom?" His hand motions in the direction of a hallway and Austin shoves his way past multiple people to the third bathroom where he hears something that sounds like you groaning. Austin doesn't waste another second before he's against the door saying your name and somehow you manage to get the door unlocked.

Austin finds you on the floor near the toilet and all he thinks is that you look exceptionally out of it. Your eyes barely focus on his face and when trying to reach him you decide the under the sink counter door is his leg. "Aus—" You start before trailing off. "Why'm I in the bath'oom?"

Part of why Austin likes you— loves you as much as he does is how well spoken you are so hearing you like this makes him so terrified that he's grabbing your hands and yanking you up with a grunt. Your body practically melts into his before you hear another knock at the door and see some of the boys from Austin's frat looking at the scene. Kelvin's the one who speaks first.

"Did they—Aus, man, you know what this looks like."

Austin's grip tightens around your waist and you look up at him and press your nose into his shirt, inhaling his comforting scent even as your mind jumps and swirls and does everything in between being normal. "Tight. Too tight."

Everything feels too tight, your jumpsuit, your bra, his arms but you can't figure out how to get out those words as Austin's grip loosens just a hair when he turns to look at his friends. The boys he'd trust with his life and with yours. "I— I don't know how the fuck they did this but find whoever did it. Fucking— she can barely stand up and she wasn't drinking. You guys know that. Who does this— I'm just here to talk to the newbies not to— Not to put my girlfriend in harms way."

It's then that Austin watches Xavier and Adam already leaving the doorway and after a moment he hears a crack of a beer bottle breaking.

"Who did it to Y/N? We just want to talk, man! Take you so you can see your handiwork!" Xavier's voice silences the crowd before there's a rush of voices and cursing that has Luke joining the fray only for you to hear him shout,

"Where the fuck did you get a beer can like that?" It's a valid question but one he says while grabbing a foldable chair and brandishing it in his hands as someone— Trey? Trevor? Alexander? Someone tries to run off after laughing at the scene.

"She deserved it," he mocks as Luke steps closer to him chair still in hand. On your shaky legs Austin starts to try and lead you back to his car before Luke does something you never thought was possible outside of pretend WWE matches. He throws a chair on top of someone's head. Your ears faintly hear the cracking of wood and you wince against Austin before he holds you tighter to him.

"You're fine. They're— They're not gonna hurt you." Austin whispers against your hair and you can smell the faint traces of alcohol on his breath. "I think they're gonna hurt all of the upperclassmen of SAE but not you."

As if on cue there's a bottle that flies by Austin's head and shouts that sounds like multiple of Austin's friends trying to tackle someone.

"Fuckin' tryin' to knock him out?" "Already messed with his girlfriend!" "Your balls that small Andy??"

In another time and place you'd be laughing and while telling the boys it's not worth it but honestly you can't right now. Truthfully if you could right now you'd be joining with them, getting in hits just the same as the rest of them. It frustrates you to not be able to but at the same time there's a warm feeling in your chest unrelated to whatever is circulating in your system at knowing these boys are willing to do this for you.

Someone throws another bottle at Austin's head and it barely misses you before there's another set of shouts and more cursing and general ruckus. Austin pulls you closer once more and starts to head to the door as you hear Tom's bellow to Austin.

"B, get her outta here! We got this! Just get us some rides!" Rides home is what he means but he's interrupted by someone trying to climb on his back. "Now what the fuck are ya doin' bruh?"

Austin takes that as a cue to rush out, only stopping for a moment to shout something about not getting arrested before getting you both in the car. He knows he's not supposed to drive after he's had any sort of liquor but you're in no state to drive yourself and he doesn't trust that his car will stay in one piece if he leaves it here. The second he starts the car your eyes start to droop down and he frowns looking at you.

"I'm so sorry, babe."

You wake up the next morning to Austin on the phone sounding more agitated the more words are spoken. It's a strange thing to see but even more strange is how you're in a pair of pjs you've left in his room at the house with no recollection of how you got in them.

"I know it goes against the code of— they drugged my girlfriend. I think when comparing the two we have the moral high ground. I'll take— I'll take punishment for some of them but you're not shutting down our chapter. I'll handle— yes I can handle it!" His next words are a little incomprehensible and you just sort of stare at him while pulling a blanket tighter around you until he hangs up and realizes you're awake.

"Hey. You— How're you feeling?"

You pause before answering and sigh. "Like shit. I don't— What happened last night? I remember bathrooms and beer bottles? And a chair?"

"I— I'm not really sure. You were where you were at one point, then you disappeared into the bathroom after you drank something? I don't— I really don't know. I found you when I realized and when I did. The boys and I realized you were— uh— that you had something in you that was definitely not something you took willingly." Austin moves to sit on the bed next to you and pulls you close to him. "I got you out of there and— there might have been a few injuries? Involving fists and chairs and bottles. General mayhem."

A silence falls over the two of you before your eyes widen. "You mean they— Did you just tell me I had a bunch of frat bros fighting for me?"

Austin can't help the quiet laugh that leaves him as he nods. "And I didn't even ask them to. They saw you and some of SAE said some— very stupid things and yeah. Tom shooed me out before a bottle hit us. They're in a lot of trouble right now but no one got arrested which is a— It's surprising but I don't question the charm of some of us."

"What about the whole frat—" The words die on your lips as soon as Austin's hand touches your cheek and he shakes his head.

"We'll be fine. Fighting with another frat is bad but not nearly as bad as members drugging someone on purpose considering I think— I think they singled you out specifically. Or at least figured you'd be a fun target. I don't— It doesn't matter. We look better in comparison." Austin explains, watching you bite your lip. "It's fine, babe. I promise. Honestly, they care more about you and if you're okay. Just like me."

Which is to honestly say, stop worrying in Austin's roundabout way. You don't speak for a good five minutes, choosing instead to listen to Austin's heartbeat before you finally move to try and get up. Austin quickly puts a stop to that even as you frown. "Austin, I'm fine just let me get up."

"Future doctor's orders. You're staying in bed today just so I can keep an eye on you. Promise you can do whatever tomorrow. Just— please, babe."

After a moment you move to crawl back into bed and glare a bit at him. "Go get me food, then. I'm— I think I'm so hungry I'm nauseous? I don't know just— food." You stare at the door and swear you hear someone walking by it. "And I guess send in the guys? Are they being creepy at the door?"

The answering yell of no has you and Austin laughing as he opens the door to find Tom chilling against the door, before barging in. "They sent me for recon. Ya good?"

You share a look with Austin as you nod. "Yeah, go tell them I'm good. And that next time try and defend my honor a little more subtly. And tell Luke he's got to show me that chair trick."

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[leahnardo-da-veggie]

A Perfectly Normal Schoolgirl: pt 3

If you're new to this series, check out part 1 here, and part 2 here! Also, if you like my writing, check out what else I've written! Enjoy :))

Dane sulked the whole way home, eyes downcast, feet dragging. His gelato melted in his hands, long after I had finished mine, and I watched him in awkward silence. It did neither of us any good to push him, I had realised. Dane would open up to me when Dane wished to do so.

His hand engulfed mine, a steady pressure against my palm. “Katherine,” he said finally, whence we approached his family home, “Are we in danger?”

My initial instinct was to laugh at his innocence, but the look on his face stopped me. There was a quiet fear beneath his skin, on his crumpled brows and tense body, a fear that belied his youth. I sighed and rested my head against his arm, stroking him like I would a kitten. “It will be alright,” I told him, in tones softer than I was used to. “Whilst I am around, they won't lay a finger on you.”

Dane bit his lip and unlocked the door. “Come in,” he told me absentmindedly, and I followed him into his home. “It's just…” He looked away, hunched ever so slightly into himself.

“You're frightened,” I finished for him, and smoothed a lock of his hair back. 

“No!” He yanked himself away from me. “I'm not scared, alright? Just- You know-” He stuttered and trailed off again. 

Young men and their insecurity, always needing to seem strong and brave. “Denying your emotions isn't gonna help anyone,” I told him flatly. “And if you weren't scared, you're more of a fool than I'd thought.”

Dane looked away. “There’s so many of them and only two of us,” he whispered, slumping onto the couch. “How can we fight them all?”

I settled next to him, smiling slightly. “We all die someday,” I offered. “And the worst they can do to you is kill you.”

He shot me a glare, and whined, “That's not helpful!”

With a shrug, I threw my hand around his shoulder. He was always so warm, like resting on the stones of the riverbank beneath the sun. “But it is, Dane. Don't fear Death. I’ve met him before, and he's a rather decent lad. Just like you,” I told him, squishing his cheeks. “Besides, I've been telling you about the dangers this whole time. Why fret now?”

“I'd never seen someone… Like that, you know? She wasn't human, and she knew you. Besides, she had those vibes! It was like she was a cryptid or something,” he told me, eyes wide with passion.

“That's because she is,” I replied. “Or something close enough to it. You were lucky she didn't notice you, you know? You're doing a damn good job at keeping up appearances, kiddo.” A better job than me, I thought bitterly. So much for being a perfectly normal schoolgirl.

Dane beamed at the praise. “I was practising every day, just like you told me to!” He paused and tilted his head to the side. “Wait- Does that mean I passed the test?”

I considered it. He'd done well, that was for sure. I'd seen precious few youths who picked up subtlety and discretion quite as fast as him. Nonetheless, he was lacking in all other areas. His discipline faltered at every corner. He was atrocious at fighting. There was not a scrap of wisdom hammered into his brain.

Mrs C.'s ominous grin loomed in the back of my mind. With my and Dane's association, it would only be a matter of time before she picked him as her next target. When that time came, I would hardly be in a position to protect him, without shedding what precious little cover I still maintained.

“It will be difficult,” I warned him. “And it will hurt.”

With all the panache of immaturity, he jerked his head up and down. “I know,” he told me. “And I'll do it! Come on, you said I did well, didn't I?”

Damn that guileless faith on his face. I did not deserve it, did not deserve to hold this boy's fate in my hands, did not deserve his trust and affection. And I could not accept his blood on my skin, were he not ready for the attack that would eventually come. 

“Alright,” I said softly. “Get ready. We do this at midnight.”

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[mochi-ficz]

anything for you — bang chan

unedited

if you see any errors, no you don’t

length: 1200 words

sub!ceo!chan x dom!genderless!assistant!reader

warnings: handjob, spit play, spanking, scratching, overstim, degradation, dacryphilia humiliation, begging, master/mistress kink

note: like all my other fics, this is unedited, but nonetheless, i hope you enjoy! remember that consent is important. also, in this, consent is pre-established. i don't write it here because it didn't fit, but chan and y/n are dating and y/n recently transferred to his company, which is why they're new. :) love you guys, sorry for being dead for so long!

your hands ran up his spine as he arched into your touch, eagerly giving into his desires. he paid no mind to the fact that at any moment, anyone could step into his office and see their boss bent over his desk for the new kid that had only joined the company a week prior.

“so weak for me, aren’t you, mr. bang?” you softly cooed at him, a slight hint of mischief in your tone. “you really thought you could fire me after just a week when you know how badly you need me. i've seen your stares, you probably thought you wouldn’t get caught, hmm? staring at your new assistant like that, isn’t it shameful? i could report you and have you fired for such things, but i won't, only because i’m going to make you my new plaything.”

this earns a whine from your pathetic ceo, and a soft moan from him whenever you grab his ass in your hands, massaging it at first, but quickly delivering a rather harsh spank after, causing his skin to redden in the shape of your hand. of course, you couldn't resist giving the same treatment to the other cheek, and delivered yet another slap to the previously unmarked skin. you briefly admired your work, the man submitting to you desperately holding onto his desk and giving a whine, backing his ass up into your hands for more attention. chan honestly didn't care whether or not he was embarrassed at this point, his brain filled with too many images of you to slow down and think clearly.

“please y/n–,” he begged, cut short by another hard smack to his ass, and a growled, “that’s mistress/master to you,” from your red stained lips.

“please mistress/master,” he begged again, this time correcting himself to avoid displeasing his new mistress/master, you.

“is that the best you can do?” you deadpanned, giving the man a rather unimpressed look, to which he swallowed.

“n- no, mistress/master,” he replied, a blush settling across his cheeks.

“then do better, or else i’ll leave you here.”

chan immediately whimpered at this, his cock hard and leaking underneath him in his desperation. this was nothing short of humiliating for the young ceo, first to have been caught staring at his assistant, and now to be underneath them, about to beg for their touch.

“please mistress/master, i need you so badly. i- i’m already so hard for you, i’ll do anything you ask of me.”

“anything?”

“anything.”

at this, you manhandled him onto the floor, immediately unbuttoning his top. he let out a little gasp at the feeling of the cold tile on his back, a strong contrast between his body, which felt like it was practically on fire. his pants and underwear had already been discarded elsewhere, and were of little to no importance now, even if someone were to walk into his rather large office. chan himself worried about the risk of being walked in on at first, but quickly got over it as he realized his cock twitching desperately at the thought of being discovered doing such a lewd act.

once your deft fingers had unbuttoned his top, he shrugged it off, allowing you to throw it somewhere random in the room. the naked man before you was muscular and built. the sight of his powerful body only fueled your desire to wreck him more, to make him beg and plead with you for his pleasure like a cheap toy.

“look at you, so fucking pathetic,” you hissed, giving a light slap to his leaking cock. “already hard and ready to be ruined, as if you’ve been waiting for this since i walked in the door.”

he avoided eye contact, his face flushed in embarrassment at your words. at this, you grabbed his chiseled jaw in your hand, turning his face back towards you, a smirk painting your features.

“it seems i’m right, hm?” you chuckle. chan gulps and gives a small nod, his eyes dark and swimming with lust.

honestly, you could tease him all day long and just watch his pretty cock leak, but as cruel as you could be, you figured it best to start to play with him in the event someone in the company did actually need him. your nails lightly scratched down his chest, tracing over the curves of his muscles and leaving faint red lines in their wake until they arrived at his lower abdomen.

you messily spit on his cock and wrap your fingers around it, slowly starting to stroke him. his back arches sinfully off the fancy tile, his mouth eliciting a rather high pitched moan at the sudden stimulation, making chan blush even darker than before. his whines and whimpers get louder at the slow stimulation, his body craving more.

“please mistress/master, n- need more,” he stutters, his hips canting desperately into your hand. your free hand goes to his hips, pushing down on them to hold them to the ground and keep him from moving. your pace only slowed at his begging, a punishment for moving without permission.

“you’ll have to do better than that if you want me to give you more,” you coo at him, grinning sadistically.

he looks up into your eyes, his own pricking with tears in his desperation, as he pleads again, “please mistress/master, i need you so bad, i promise i’ll be good.”

“hmm… misbehave, and i’ll leave you here, but i’ll indulge you a little, pet,” you coo at him, moving your hand faster on his cock, pulling more moans from his lips with every stroke. he holds true to his promise, holding still and being obedient for you as his eyelids flutter shut.

his lips part as wrecked moans slip past, giving you the perfect opportunity to trail the hand resting on his hip up his torso and to his lower lip, rubbing across it before pulling his mouth open enough to spit in it, chan eagerly swallowing it and sticking out his tongue to prove it without being asked. as a reward, your hand speeds up and squeezes his cock a bit tighter, earning a little shudder from him and a loud moan.

“needy little slut really wants to be caught, hm? to be discovered like this, being such a filthy whore for your new assistant?”

your words earn an even louder moan from him, his cock twitching in your hand as tension builds in his lower abdomen. it’s a little embarrassing how quickly his orgasm was coming, but chan could swear he’d never felt so good in his life. it didn’t take much longer for him to come undone, his cum coating his own abdomen as well as your hand, but what he didn’t expect was for you to keep going.

“hm, too greedy to ask for permission? pretty boy just wanted pleasure, but now you’re facing the consequences,” you coo at him as his hips buck up desperately, desperate whines and whimpers coming from his trembling body.

today would prove to be quite a long one for chan, at least if you had anything to say about it.

[peterbazooca]

Not me rotating the idea of a durge doomed to madness because they defied Bhaal and lost the fight to Orin like a rotisserie chicken.

Made myself sad with an "alternate ending" to the fic I'm writing because that's just the vibe in here I guess! I can't bring myself to make it "canon" because I'm a coward but it hurts too good to leave alone. Also, spoilers?

*

"I won't give my father the chance to let me hurt any of you."

"There has to be something," Astarion replied, running an uncharacteristically agitated hand through his hair. "Hells, a spell or a potion, anything--"

"There won't be anything. He won't leave room for that kind of saving grace. And even if there was, we wouldn't find it in time."

Astarion stopped pacing, his hand dropping from his hair. Ronen held his gaze.

"There isn't another way. So I'm going to destroy the elder brain, and then I'm going to kill myself. I won't be his puppet anymore, Astarion. I won't hurt anyone else."

Blinking rapidly, Astarion turned away. Ronen had no idea what was going through his head, but he doubted it was good. He hated this, hating causing him any more pain, but this was so much bigger than every wonderful thing they'd found together.

"Astarion, I need you to promise me something."

It was a span of several heartbeats before the vampire faced him, his features set and stony. "Yes, darling?"

"I need you to watch me. I need you to make sure I don't turn my blades on anyone who doesn't deserve it."

Astarion's responding laugh was borderline hysterical. "You're asking me to be your moral compass?"

Ronen didn't blink.

"Yes. Please. I've always trusted you," he reminded the vampire. "Even when it was an objectively stupid thing to do."

"Alright," Astarion replied at last as he stepped in close, his hands coming up to cup Ronen's face. "But I won't stop looking, up until the end, I swear to you."

And even if he couldn't see the truth of it shining out of his eyes, Ronen would never doubt that. "I know."

Their whispered words mingled, heat and breath in every space between, and Ronen didn't ask. Like the selfish monster he'd always been, he simply leaned in and *took*, kissing Astarion with needy abandon. Astarion, for his part, didn't flinch, didn't balk, but matched Ronen tongue for tongue, bite for bite, and when Ronen's nails found cool skin and burrowed in, Astarion's only response was a shiver of pleasure as he pushed himself closer.

Ronen didn't let himself stop, didn't let himself think, only have and do and give, and prayed to exactly no one for a miracle that might let him keep this.

*

When they finally made it back to their room at the Elf Song, everyone else was already asleep, or at least doing a passable job of faking it. Everyone except for Halsin. The druid sat on one of the beds in the corner farthest from everyone else, his shoulders hunched, somber eyes locked on his hands. Ronen felt Astarion go still beside him before nudging him in Halsin's direction.

The desolate expression on the druid's scarred face said everything. He pulled Ronen close, forehead against his chest, and Ronen ran his fingers through Halsin's thick, tangled hair.

"My heart." The words were mere puffs of heated air through his shirt, but they nearly felled him all the same.

"Shh, it's alright," he assured Halsin. The lie was bitter on his tongue, but he was a cloth wrung dry with nothing left to give. They could talk in the morning. When, he hoped, Ronen had the strength to dwell on the topic once more.

Halsin pressed a kiss to the skin of his chest, over his heart, and tugged him down. It was easy work; Ronen had no desire, no intention of fighting. A few short maneuvers later, Ronen found himself tucked up tight, his back to Halsin's chest. A few feet away, Astarion settled into a high backed chair, his posture slack with exhaustion but his eyes alert as anything.

"Sleep, my heart," Halsin rumbled, lips pressed to the back of his neck.

"We'll keep watch," Astarion added.

"Until morning?" Ronen hated how small the words came out. Halsin's arms tightened around him.

"And everything that comes after."

Safe in Halsin's embrace, under Astarion's watchful gaze, Ronen did something he didn't think he ever had before and cried himself, silently, to sleep.

[trickster-shi]

1/19/24 Writing Projects Update

Last week was pretty slow with minimal progress on anything, hence no update then. There was an arctic cold blast that came through the area and between that and the day job, my brain only cared about vegging out and staying warm, so I mainly read a lot of fanfic and poked my writing with a stick every few days.

Though, I know exactly where each one needs to go next. The real problem was getting the words in the brain to arrange themselves in an orderly fashion to come out of he fingers. They didn't want to do that. All they wanted to do was scatter and hide any time I came near them, kinda like squirrels on a sugar high.

Until yesterday. Yesterday was one of those days I love having when everything aligns just right. I didn't have an overwhelming work load at the day job and, all of a sudden, the words were there.

Project Zander

Word Count: 6364 for Chapter Two

So, yesterday I started out doing some world building and brain dumping about part one and two on the role of magic in the world and the difference between regular witches and what the trio become. That evolved into exploring the culture around magic for two different countries which evolved into shaping the plot of parts one and two, coming up with plot twists and foundations for part three, and exploring the concept of the power of belief when it comes to legends and gods entangled in magic.

At lunch, I was still brimming with excitement about what I'd put down and ended up finishing the last scene of chapter two. It's been bugging me for over a week now, because I only needed to finish one scene and it was like pulling teeth. The scene wasn't even that complicated, either, but I managed to get it finished, so score for me!

Now I can dedicate my weekend to polishing chapter two and getting it ready to send off to my beta reader. I'm always rather happy to get to this part of the writing process. I love it all, but the editing and rewriting sometimes feels like I make more progress faster, probably because I have something on the page to work with so there's a visual marker.

So, story-wise, the trio are on the move, a little broken and battered and highly concerned about avoiding the predator that will soon be stalking their trail. The chapter was from Darius' POV and he is both drowning in anxiety and completely over the situation as a whole. He would love a hot bowl of soup, a warm blanket, and for someone else to be in charge so he can focus on bitching about the snow and how much he is not made for winter.

Unfortunately, in chapter three, he will still be stuck out in the snow and things will continue to get worse. :D

Rabbit Come Home Part 3

Word Count: 16549

This one took me by surprise during certain parts of last week when I didn't want to write much at all but I ended up editing and rewriting quite a bit on it. My main problem with part three has been how to give the series a satisfying ending, but I think I figured it out.

And it may need a part 4. Possibly. More than likely.

I've also written, re-written, and re-rewritten the scene where Stiles tells everyone what really happened and why she was gone for four years. I'm still not completely satisfied with it, so I think I may rewrite it one more time from a different angle between Stiles and Lydia and see how that one plays out. I have versions where she tells John first, then where she tells Derek first, and I just don't feel quite sold on either.

Also, there has to be one more dramatic and angsty fight scene where Stiles can show off her zombie apocalypse skills and the more I try to wrap up this chapter, the more I'm realizing it just won't fit in part three. Part three needs to be focused on Stiles settling back into her home reality and patching things up with the pack--and learning about what happened while she was gone.

But I have a good idea of how that needs to go, I just have to get through the Reveal scene/s to my liking. Then I can work on the ending. I'm really excited about the ending idea I have.

Home Across the Universe, Story #10

Word Count: 3216

Not a lot has been done on this one in the past two weeks. I've poked at it here and there, did some rewriting and some cutting. Mostly it's still marinating on a back burner. I'll probably take another run at it once I get Zander's chapter done and sent off.

Into the Black, Episode 2

Word Count: 5876

Another one still marinating, I don't think I did anything new on it, but I've made some notes on it here and there when inspiration strikes and I'm excited to work on the later scenes that happen planet-side, since it will reveal some more of what happened at the Academy to Stiles and Lydia and introduce another Teen Wolf character into the mix.

I've also made some short brainstorm session notes on future episodes. Guys, I don't want to spoil too much, so I'll just say this: Coach Finstock, in space. Oh yeah, it'll happen and it's gonna be glorious.

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #78

I woke up today, determined to go to the grocery store to prepare a recipe that someone from the internet sent to me.

…Today seems to have had other plans, though. Hahaha…

At least for today things feel somewhat settled, so I went and caught up with the messages from other people that I didn't have the bandwidth for in previous days. Tomorrow, I am hoping to go to my friend R's house; he is probably one of the best bakers on my planet, and he is going to make us some gluten-free peanut-butter-banana bars, and we will do some catching up. I also made it a point to message another friend of mine. I made him a tree AGES ago, but he's been caught up in the complexities of his life, and we haven't spoken in months. Thank goodness we're both neurodivergent and therefore don't have "friendship decay mechanics"! Hahaha!

Then I began making preparations for weaving trees outside, since the weather will be warmer soon. I spent a lot of today trying to put together the perfect playlist for it - one to inspire determination, and to remind me of how much I've grown and how much I've been helped along the way. It tells a story. Perhaps I'll reproduce this playlist on YouTube so you can hear it sometime, if you want to. It's made entirely of songs that are special to me for reasons I won't define here. But I don't have the energy right now to build it in a place where others can see it. Maybe tomorrow.

Today is the birthday of J's departed brother. I told you a while ago that I might tell you the story of why J wants to get an airplane to begin with; suppose today is as good a day as any; my brain is still kinda soup, and I don't have much else to write about.

J is the youngest of four siblings - two brothers, B and Daniel, and a sister, S.

Daniel was passionate about the outdoors, about photography, about motorcycles, and about a wide variety of other stuff. But most importantly, he was thoughtful, kind, intelligent, introspective, and very gentle. He also had a bit of a wanderlust about him. He spent a lot of his time walking, hiking, doing mechanical work, teaching about motorcycle safety, riding his motorcycle (always in full gear, and never doing anything reckless) and taking beautiful photographs whenever he could. You can find many of the pictures he took here. Please look at them:

I only knew him briefly. But even in that short span of time, and even with so few interactions, it was clear to me, with the way he behaved, how he spoke to others, the kinds of things he loved, and the integrity with which he carried himself, that he was one of the finest examples of a human being that my planet had to offer.

Daniel had dreams of moving to Oregon to become a professional photographer - of nature, of motorcycle races, of whatever suited his fancy. He had an amazing eye for it. So he packed up all his stuff, mailed some of it ahead, and then rode his motorcycle - in his full body gear and helmet, and with all his defensive driving skills, and all the seriousness with which he took motorcycle safety - from where we live in New York State, all the way to Portland, Oregon. He made it! And he took an amazing variety of stunning photographs along the way.

In July of 2020, while Daniel was still getting his living space situated, he decided to go out on a routine drive on his motorcycle, most likely to familiarize himself with the area. Naturally, he was dressed in full gear. But he didn't make it home; he was collided into by an elderly gentleman who was returning home from a hike. The elderly gentleman made an illegal left turn without warning at a speed so high that it wouldn't have helped Daniel even if he was in a car. He died instantly due to the physics involved with inertia of soft things being encased in hard bone; not even a helmet helps with those kinds of physics.

…And just like that, 33 years of growth, of change, of learning, of loving, of becoming, of creating… all of it was undone in an instant. A single moment of negligence caused by a person who claimed he "didn't see him". And now he's gone. I'll never see another one of his photographs. I'll never get to feed him another bowl of venison curry. I'll never get to see him smile or hear him laugh. He'll never see any of his photographs published in any magazine. J has a hole in his soul now in the shape of his brother that can never be filled; the best that J can do is become strong enough to carry the immense weight of that emptiness.

…Funny, you know. Emptiness isn't supposed to weigh anything. And yet… writing this to you, my eyes are already overflowing with photographs of his that I'll never get to see. My lips tremble with words I'll never be able to say to him. My diaphragm quakes with the pain of the laughter that I won't be able to experience with him. At least… not until my turn to exit my own meat-mech comes around. J was extremely close to him and looked up to him as a hero. I can't even begin to imagine the weight of the emptiness he must carry, or the strength it took for him to rise up again after I saw how the weight of that emptiness drove him to his knees.

Because of the safety gear that Daniel was extremely conscientious about wearing, there wasn't a scratch or even so much as a bruise on his body; at the wake, he looked like he was asleep. Due to the nuances of Oregon law, the gentleman who killed Daniel faced no consequences whatsoever. All the same, I hope that the knowledge that his negligence stole a life prompts him to never again be irresponsible with his vehicle.

In honor of Daniel's memory, J wanted to make the same trip across the country, but in his own way. Daniel was passionate about motorcycles. J was always interested in airplanes, but for a variety of reasons (mostly having to do with the conditioning he received as a child about what sorts of things are "practical" and "realistic"), he didn't pursue that interest until recently.

J worked hard to overcome a lot of his previous conditioning in order to obtain a pilot's license. Like Daniel, J is very conscientious about safety, so he has done his utmost to become someone who can pilot a small airplane safely and confidently. He has memorized all of the standard procedures regarding visual flight rules. He is still working towards obtaining his instrument flight rating. He is doing the work needed to make sure the plane he bought recently is safe to operate. He has deconstructed a lot of the conditioning he received that tells him he is "unworthy" and "incapable" in order to make this work, and I could not be more proud of him.

We're still a ways off from making the trip, but when we do, I will be with J, most likely taking pictures, making sure he eats, sleeps, and hydrates, and generally trying to be a source of support. By that point, given that M and Br do not like heights, they will be okay with holding the fort back at home.

…So that is the story about why I was able to take pictures for you from an airplane in one of my letters. Suppose I might as well end today's letter here.

Hey, Sephiroth? I already have enough loss. I have even more in my past. And I know I'm going to have more in my future (M and Br are older than me; this is the other side of being polyamorous, I'm afraid…). There are already missing pieces in my soul in the shape of other human souls. Turn yourself around and keep yourself safe so that you don't add to my collection, yeah? And… make sure you're very generous with the phrase "I love you". Because you don't know when you're going to run out of opportunities to say it out loud.

I love you. And I'll write again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[yallemagne]

YEAH PREACH I don't wanna see dumbass esseys on the blorbos kissing site. Speaking of androgyny I'd be more interested in seeing an analysis of how Jonathan and Mina and Jack may have been influenced by Stoker having described himself as having a woman's heart, a woman's eye, and that he fantasized about being Whitman's, among other things, wife. Instead of fucking Dracula being "girl-coded because he made roast and Jonathan fearing him is the patriarchy feeling threatened."

Hoo. I was literally like "i should go to bed :D" that dumbass, I'm no longer that person.

I say feminine and masculine a lot here, and really I've forgot all fucking meaning of the words /j. But no really, not promoting gender roles, but analyzing them is part of interacting with literature.

Okay so. Haha. Yeah. When I'm on ao3, the only suffering I feel like doing is through catharsis. I want the healthy suffering that the Ancient Greeks recommend.

That rant aside. Yeah. You'd be unlikely to find any analysis of the nature you're looking for outside of tumblr. You asking me to write it right now? You come into my home? Demanding gender analysis? In my home?

Too fucking long? Definitely didn't read? Mina and Seward are basically two sides of Bram, and Jonathan is the perfect man.

Okay SO. Bram lives vicariously through Mina. Mina has his "man's brain and woman's heart" -- which I guess is just him trying to say "high intellect but sensitive and longing for men". Remember how the plot took a sudden U-turn and became fully centred around Mina? Remember how he closed the novel with another character presumed to be his self-insert saying how the whole story was about her strength and bravery? I'm not shaming Bram for secretly making Dracula his own self-acceptance story, that's completely valid of him.

And both Mina and Seward are very preoccupied with behaving as gender roles dictate they must. Seward constantly praises his fellow men for their blooming manhoods and how stalwart and strong they are! Like mighty Thor!! Also uh, having a sexy hot-blooded American was pretty blatant, Bramothy. We know that's your Whitman-insert.

All the while, Mina says a lot of underhanded shit about women and tries to distance herself from them (she's never one to cry, only hysterical wretches experience ugly feelings, she's rational and pragmatic and that makes her masculine). It's really silly, but hey, she was written by a man. And also "I'm not like other girls" is a sentiment in real life.

But then there's Jonathan.

Seward thought that he'd be like mighty Thor, but he's so... quiet and gentle. It makes him more intriguing, to be honest. He shows immense strength "like a man"... but he also must be kept in the dark for his own good "like a woman". He is perplexing to Seward... and how interesting is it that this mix of masculine and feminine traits is deemed acceptable by Bram? Meanwhile, Mina has a mix of traits as well but tiptoes around her own femininity (because Bram can't accept his own femininity... and he's just very sexist towards women).

Mina expected to settle down into the role of Model Victorian Housewife, but her husband... he's gnc af. He holds her arm as they're walking down the street. He must be spared any shocking news lest he faints! He's a stereotypical Victorian Lady.

And when she "fails" to be the perfect woman? When she is tainted even in the eyes of God, what does he do? He holds her. When all the world, even the Lord himself would look upon her with disdain, he looks upon her with the deepest and holiest of love.

TELL ME THAT ISN'T A GAY MAN'S DREAM.

When Mina begs the others to pity Dracula (especially Jonathan), doesn't it feel so pertinent to Bram's own status as a gay man in a society where Oscar Wilde's reputation was ripped to shreds by the public for his homosexuality? Bram is begging: Please, I know you're angry, but if you don't spare pity for him, what will become of me? I know we are condemned by the Lord, but won't you be kind?

ahhhh this is so damn much. I can say so much... I need to go to bed.

[catboii]

((just a "little" (ha) update I guess, nothing major, just a note that I'm sorry if I post alot this week with seemingly no regard for my/my muse's vast presence on the dash, or if I end up writing alot of short weird drabbles to vent.... if there's questionable stuff it'll be tagged like always <3

I understand if you need to unfollow me to keep your dash clear for other people if you're mobile etc. or if you need to blacklist my muse's url for a bit if it's overwhelming

After xmas everything may have settled and if you wanna refollow then I'd welcome you back and wouldn't ask any questions. your comfort (whatever that may classify as in the context) is my utmost priority!

normally I try not to clutter, and I try to keep general post reblogs minimal and just queue most of them. I'm just... not doing too good rn

then again it's a 50/50 that I'll be posting nothing at all, just making my muse's presence known if it wants to sorta wave at someone from the depths of my brain hell jail.

I'll still be checking in around xmas stuff bc this muse gives me v happy bubbly vibes whenever I write it and that's honestly what I need rn.

I'm sorry if your muse reblogs/replies to one of mine's posts or smth and I seemingly glance over it. I genuinely just didn't see it. I always try and respond to stuff, or if it doesn't know how to reply I at least acknowledge that my muse saw it by liking it. but I might not have the mental capacity to actually keep up w stuff

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BASICALLY I'm either gonna be kinda quiet or rly hyperfixated on not being in my own head for the next week or so.

I'm obv stressed anyway bc I need to do xmas shopping still and it's a struggle bc online it probs won't come in time. we're going "late night shopping" on thursday though so hopefully we can get a bunch of stuff then

but mainly an old work friend of mine passed away today. He's been unwell for a few years, and I dunno if he knew what it was and was just keeping it quiet, or if they genuinely couldn't work it out. last I heard he was getting MRIs.

I had a complicated relationship w him (positive) bc he was either bipolar or had BPD like me (although he wasn't diagnosed with either, but it was obvious he at least had bipolar), and if you know anything abt BPD you know what an FP (favourite person) is, and we were sort of each other's when we were working together? I think. like I say he wasn't diagnosed, but it felt like that. we hit it off really quick and were both really comfortable with each other, and he was just the sweetest most supportive person. he was one of my FPs, which basically means my brain was cursed to be in intense friendlove with him. He would tell me that he loved me and appreciated my friendship, was always saying you need to tell people you love them, however you can, however you mean it, because you don't know if you'll ever get to tell them again

he always showed off the little things I made him and made sure everyone knew exactly where he got the silly little origami animals on his desk, or who made his juggling balls that were his favourite thing in the whole world bc I made them for him by hand, and picked the fabric out specifically for him.

One time around xmas, bc of covid, we had these big plastic screen dividers between our desks and I used posca paint pens to draw him a HUGE Robin in a scarf and santa hat (his name was Robin and people always got him little Robin themed things, he loved them) on the one by his manager desk, like a name tag, but Facilities told him he needed to clean it off and chastised him thinking he did it, and you're "not supposed to vandalise work equipment" even though they're literally washable and it was xmas. we were sticking decorations everywhere, how is it any different? but he played along but he was really mad. He didn;t wanna say it was me that did it, because he thought I might've gotten in trouble, but he also wanted to argue that I'd put alot of work into it. I hadn't put that much in, it was just for fun and I liked drawing it, and he got to see it! That was the important part. and I said so. but I cleaned it off and drew him a new Robin on a piece of paper and he kept it at his desk like a retired picket sign, and told the story to anyone who would be polite enough to listen

mostly though, he gendered me correctly (and he was in his 60s so being so passionate abt they/them pronouns was just really sweet, though he was clearly bi but still in the closet, so it was maybe a little projection, in a way, or just straight up quiet queer solidarity), and literally agressively made sure everyone else did too, when he realised I'd been just letting people at work use whatever pronouns, he got really proactive and made sure all my paperwork was marked as "them" officially (with my permission). if anyone misgenered me he would get visably annoyed or disgusted, and there were a couple people who "forgot" (every time) and he actually got angry at them about it and reported them for harassment, which might've been a little extreme, but I honestly felt so validated, and I'm tearing up thinking about it. I don't think anyone's ever fought that hard in my corner, especially after only knowing me for, at that point, less than a year.

We worked together in a couple different parts of the business for a couple years, until some stuff happened that I shouldn't say bc I need my rp blog(s) to stay far away from my professional life, but we were gonna be working together doing something else, but it wasn't his thing, it was stressful and there were other reasons, but he just lost it and walked out.

we had a little joke when we were training before he left, he had this soft toy robin that he let me borrow because I was really anxious, and I gave it a little notepad and pencil and wrote something silly on it for when he got it back each time. usually some out of context joke on what we learned that day, so we could both laugh about it. but when he left I still had it, and I messaged him saying I would get it back to him sometime, but he said to keep it to remind me of him.

I put it away to keep it safe, but I'm gonna have to go and find it, because it's one of the only physical things I have left of him.