#she was a surprise and he went huh. I can use her. and then physically ripped out her heart

[avionvadion]

I can’t believe I forgot Naraku birthed his incarnations in fancy vases. Full on beating heart-like flesh. In a vase. Glowing red. Damn. Naraku is really committed to his body horror/nightmare fuel thing, huh?

Anyways, heyyyyy, it’s fleshy Goshinki and Kanna!

[blushweddinggowns]

“Your boyfriend,” Chirssy sighed as she picked through Nancy’s clothes, “Y’know, Steve?”

Robin blinked at her, “You think I’m dating Steve?”

That was a silly question, “Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I? You guys are all over each other.”

They were. Piggy back rides, cuddling on the couch together, constantly invading each other’s personal space. The only person worse with Steve was Eddie, but Chrissy figured that just came with being best friends for over a decade. She didn’t exactly have a frame of reference for that, considering her first real friends were barely six months old. 

Chrissy just hadn’t expected Robin to burst out laughing. Hard enough to double over.

Robin wiped at her eyes, barely managing to speak through her own cackles, “That’s-oh my god. How have we fucked up this badly?” 

Chrissy could feel a flush creep up her neck, embarrassment kicking in. She hated when she wasn’t in on the joke. It usually meant that it was actually on her,  “Don't be mean.”

“No!” Robin rushed out to say, effortlessly catching on to the look on Chrissy’s face, “No! I-I don’t mean- you’re not stupid! I am. We are. For… reasons. But we aren’t dating.”

That didn’t make any sense. Unless… was Steve leading her on? Was he the type of guy to do that?

Chrissy raised a brow at her, “So what are you doing? The two of you are attached at the hip. Unless he just drives you around everywhere for fun?”

Chrissy could tell Robin was still trying not to laugh. She was failing at it too, obvious as she hid it behind her hand. 

“Stop laughing at me,” Chrissy grumbled. 

“I’m not! I’m just laughing near you,” Robin said quickly. She turned to Steve, “Hey babe, can you come over here for a second?”

He came trotting right over, leaving Eddie to argue with Nancy in his place. He kind of reminded her of a dog, but in a cute way. Like a golden retriever boyfriend. 

Robin wrapped an arm around his shoulder the second he was within reach. She grinned at him, shaking him the slightest bit, “How would you feel about us going out some time?”

Steve stared at her, obviously confused, “Huh?”

“You, me,” Robin went on, “The whole boyfriend girlfriend shtick. What do you say?”

Chrissy didn’t expect to Steve physically cringe, like the idea completely disgusted him, “Ew, no.”

Robin scoffed but she didn’t look very surprised, “Fucking rude.”

“No!” Steve said, raising his hands to placate, “I don’t mean you’re gross! I mean it would be like banging my sister!”

It was Robin’s turn to cringe, “Dude, ew.”

“See!”

Chrissy didn’t understand what was happening. She stared at them, blurting the question out, “You guys aren’t together?”

Robin did a set of jazz hands, “Nope. Absolutely zero attraction between us. See?”

“But why?” Chrissy asked, looking between the two of them, “You both seem so perfect for each other.”

“Hey Eddie,” Steve called, a weird smile on his face, “What do you think? Are Robin and I perfect for each other?”

Suddenly Robin had that same look, “Yeah. He knows Steve better than anybody. Let's have him weigh in.”

Eddie groaned as he came over, clearly eavesdropping the entire time. He left Nancy to dig around her closet, walking up next to Steve with a sigh, “Are we really doing this? Really?”

Robin gasped, faking a faint, “Are you implying that I’m not good enough for Steve?”

Steve gasped right along with her, joining in with the dramatics while Chrissy was still lost, “I think he might be.”

“As fun as this little game is,” Eddie sighed, “I think we should just tell her. I’m tired of keeping my hands to myself anyway.”

Steve looked at him, head cocked, “You think so?”

“Why not?”

Steve shrugged, his eyes landing back onto Chrissy. His voice dipped down, more serious then before. He was talking like he was speaking to Eddie, but Eddie wasn’t the one he was staring down as he spoke, “It makes sense. I think the chances of it going badly are pretty low. The alternative wouldn’t be very wise.”

Chrissy was reminded, not for the first time, why she thought Steve was the scarier one of the best friend duo. 

But then Eddie was clamping a hand onto Steve’s shoulder, pulling him closer as he mumbled in his ear, “Put the claws away angel. I highly doubt she's like that. Plus she's been through enough for one day. Don't you think?”

It was actually pretty impressive, how easily a few words had Steve’s face transforming from scarily defensive to pleasantly neutral. It nearly looked like the words made him shiver, “I-you're right. Sorry Chris. I'm just… sensitive about it “

“I have no idea what’s going on,” Chrissy said, completely unable to accept an apology that she didn’t understand, “What is happening?”

And what did Eddie just call him? 

Eddie went on, “Well… we kind of have this thing when we’re in a near death experience. Or at least adjacent to it. Where we, well, kind of let loose? So we might as well warn you about what you’re going to see beforehand.”

Chrissy stared as Steve leaned further into him, nearly too close. No, definitely too close. He was basically nuzzling the side of Eddie’s face as he spoke, “You’re making it sound like we’re going to commit public indecency in front of her. And I’m the one who needs to calm down?”

Chrissy still didn’t get it. But her brain was still trying to work it out, fitting the weird pieces together. The way they were leaning into each other. The fact that Steve, for some bizarre reason didn’t want the best girl in the country, despite the fact that Robin was right there. How Eddie was instantly able to calm him down. 

Angel.

Oh. 

Oh. 

OH. 

“Uh, you okay there Chris?” Eddie asked, watching right at the realization hit her.

She was not okay. Not because of Eddie and Steve, but because this meant Robin was single. And she had been the entire damn time. 

Chrissy shook herself out of the stupid thought, just because she wasn’t taken didn’t mean she had a chance-

“Yeah, we’re kind of the queer trio over here,” Robin added, effortlessly grinding Chrissy’s train of thought back to a halt, “I um, probably should have told you sooner but piggybacking on their coming out seems appropriate.”

Nancy snorted, her outfit choices formalized as she walked over, “If you’re the queer trio what does that make me? The straight fourth wheel?”

They were all talking about it so casually. Like the thing that has plagued Chrissy’s mind for years, filling her with guilt and doubt, didn’t matter. It was normal, it was fine, and Robin liked girls.

She was pretty sure she was going to faint. But before she could her mouth was opening, “That’s- I - Why didn’t you tell me sooner?!”

Her voice came out more forceful than she expected. Though in her defense, she just found out that she had a real shot with her best friend the same day her life was in danger. She was feeling frazzled, but she corrected herself when she was met with silence, “I-I’m fine with it! Really! I j-just wish I had known.”

Nancy looked at her sympathetically, “Did you have a crush on one of them too? I get it, Steve got me the first time we started getting close. But I promise it’s not that hard to get over it.”

“No!” Chrissy said quickly, again with too much force, “I’m just surprised. T-That’s it. Everything’s fine.”

“Think you got the wrong category there Nance,” Steve mumbled under his breathe, yelping when Robin pinched his arm with a sharp glare. 

“Ignore him,” Robin said with a sad smile, “He doesn’t get everyone doesn’t have the gay gene.”

Chrissy nodded, her eyes trailing the flush that was going up Robin’s neck. Suddenly her mouth felt dry, the urge to correct her coming out full force. She shouldn’t tell them, right? It was wrong, it was bad, it didn't make sense. Because she knew they weren’t wrong. They weren’t bad. And Chrissy was so, so, tired of other people’s words invading her own thoughts. 

Nancy was laying the clothes out, the only one capable of getting everyone back on task, “Since it looks like neither of you were actually looking. I picked these out for you-”

“I have it,” Chrissy blurted out, her eyes still on the clothes on the bed. She refused to look up for any of their reactions, “The um, what you guys were talking about earlier. Me too. And I like the blue skirt.”

Nancy was the only one who didn’t miss a beat, “Ah, so now there’s four. Good for you. And I agree with the skirt, it will make you look a little taller with the heels and the elongation. We can get you to pass for a college student for sure. Robin, what do you think about the pink?”

from the next chapter of this fic

[tip-top-cloud-surfer]

Little Seresin - Hangman

Pairing: Hangman / Wife!Reader

Word Count: 0.7k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only

Warnings: Excessive Fluff; Use of "You" but No Y/N, No Names or Physical Descriptions

Summary: You surprise your husband by putting your daughter in an opposing team's jersey.

Master List

The second that Jake saw your daughter for the first time, all bets were off. 

The man soaked up every minute of daddy daughter time that he could get. For the first few weeks of your daughter’s life, he slept in the guest bedroom with her so that you could recover and have the energy to take care of her during the day when he was at work. Spending all of those nights together seemed to create a deep bond between them. And your daughter was very much attached to her dad. 

As such, they had a lot of traditions that they shared just the two of them.

Every evening that the Cowboys were playing, Jake would get her dressed up in the little jersey he bought her and they would sit on the couch and watch the game together. Jake would explain what was going on to your daughter, who sometimes paid attention and sometimes slept or tried to play with her daddy instead. But it was a tradition cemented in your family’s day to day life. 

But today you wanted to mess with your husband just a little bit. 

“Look at you all dolled up,” you cooed, picking up your daughter. “Do you like the Eagles jersey that Uncle Rooster sent you, huh? And the little ribbons?”

Your daughter sucked on her fist, eyeing you like she knew something was off. Pressing a kiss to her cheek, you perked up when you heard the door unlocking, meaning that Jake was home. 

“Let’s surprise your daddy, huh?”

Walking out of the nursery to greet your husband, you made sure to hold your daughter out to him so that he could see the jersey that she was wearing. 

“Hey, Baby Girl—what is she wearing?” Jake asked, turning to you with clear and overly dramatic betrayal in his eyes. 

“Rooster bought it for her. Isn’t she so cute?” you cooed, causing Jake to take your daughter from your outstretched hands. 

“She’s always cute,” Jake insisted, holding your daughter to his chest. “What did Mommy do to you, Baby Girl?”

“Jake, she can wear another team’s jersey.”

“She’s a Seresin! Seresin’s only root for the Cowboys. It’s the law.”

“What law?”

“The law,” Jake stated, holding your daughter close, like he was trying to protect her from you. “Don’t you worry, Baby Girl, I’ll get you changed. Just hang on.”

“Jake! I just put her in that,” you called after him, unable to contain your laughter. 

“Oh, no. Look she just spit up all over it,” Jake lied as he pressed a kiss to her head. “Looks like we’ll have to burn it.”

“Jake!”

Ignoring you, your husband returned a few moments later with your daughter wearing a regular shirt and the Eagles ribbons out of her hair. Your daughter smiled that gummy baby smile that seemed to match her father’s so well.

“There, look at how happy she is now!” Jake insisted, ticking your daughter’s side. She squealed and pushed against his chest, curling into his side. “Crisis averted.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“You knew that I was dramatic when you married me.”

“Still wondering why I went through with it,” you lied, folding your arms over your chest. 

“No, you’re not,” Jake scoffed, turning back to your daughter. “Your mommy is all silly today. But don’t worry. Daddy’s here to save you.” 

Your daughter giggled and pressed a kiss to Jake’s cheek, causing him to absolutely beam with happiness. And though you were still playfully annoyed, there was nothing that made your heart warm quite like watching Jake with your daughter.

A.N. Somewhat inspired by the Brisket pics, which is probably why it reads more like Glen than Hangman but hey, I don’t do RPF, so it’s Hangman. Hope y’all enjoyed it!

[igotanidea]

Anchor : Jason Todd x reader

Requested as a part of my 1k celebration by @yourmomsleftmissingpinkytoe: late night with Jason Todd .

***

“I like having you like this, you know.” Y/N smiled lightly, closing her eyes, her head lying comfortably on Jason’s thighs.

“Like what?” he smirked, running a hand through her hair.

It was that one night since forever that he did not spend on patrol. Or at least, not in the whole. He went on for a while, but quickly realized nothing was really happening. Therefore after checking his usual enemies and conforming that is was indeed peaceful came back to his girl, to spend some quality time with her. (if only the boy knew it was Tim and Damian who saw Y/N hurting and missing him so much, it physically hurt them so they took action to remedy her bad mood)Jason didn’t know how much he missed her, but it was not his style to relent so quickly. He just had to tease her a bit. They were sitting on the rooftop of her tenement house, surrounded by dark, staring at the space, hoping to see something more than Gotham’s somberness and gloominess. Two dreamers, two caring souls that found each other in the most hopeless place on earth. Indulging in each other’s presence.

 “Peaceful” her e/c orbs met his and he caught himself melting in the warmth and love he saw in them “not running around, chasing criminals, getting hurt. Not soaked in blood and injured. Just …. you.”

“That’s pretty unusual, huh?”

“Very….” She sighed deeply.

“you’re cold, princess” he cupped her cheek gently rubbing it “Maybe we should get back inside?”

“No, please, I don’t want to ….”

“You’re gonna get sick.”

“I don’t mind a bit of a break from everyday duties.”

“Bet you just want to stay in bed instead of waking up early, don’t you?”

“Sure. Preferably if I can keep you there with me…” she grinned, but quickly turned serious again, eyeing him with so much love it was impossible to keep it all inside. She might have been cold, but inside she was melting just because he was hers for the moment.  

“Come here” he urged her to get up and shrugged off his jacket, swaddling her in it. It smelled like him – gunpowder and cigarettes, he was trying to ditch - and she just couldn’t stop sniffling the material. It was surprising how much those scents grew on her. She hated them at first, even despite the fact that she was born and raised in Gotham and probably should have been used to smelling those at every corner. But that was before him. Flavors once connected with fear and pain, now were associated with safety and longing and loving teasing.   

“Did you just inhale my jacket?” he smirked

“You said you quit smoking” she retorted “liar!”

“I said, I was trying to. Never guaranteed any results.”

“I wish you were as effective with this as you are with crime lords in your Red Hood version.” She shook her head “Aren’t you gonna get cold?”

“Nah. I think I’m hot enough.” Jason smirked again, impatiently awaiting her reaction.

“Sure you are, Todd. But you got a 10/10 girl in front of you, so are you gonna take some action or not?”

“Mmm, let me think a moment.” He squinted “Not.”

“Not?! Why not?”

“Because I just want to hold you and feel you next to me. Not under me.”

“Oh, I can be on top, you know that.” She scoffed “in fact, I think you prefer me there, don’t you?”

“I…..” he blushed a bit and it was so adorable she just couldn’t help a little laugh

“Jason.” She cooed snuggling into his side “Come on, you don’t have to be afraid to be a little sensitive. It’s me.”

“I know.”

“So what’s on your mind, pretty boy?” she wrapped her arms around him and he put his on her shoulders pulling her closer.

“I like having you like this too. It’s just so normal and natural, being with you. And that scares me.”

“Why?” she asked softly, trying her best not to startle him, not to break that little moment of honesty and  vulnerability. “tell me, so I can make it better.”

“Huh!” he snorted “we both know me and normalcy does not work well together. I let my guards down for a moment and people just pull the rug from under my feet."

“Did I ever?” she whispered, entwining their fingers in a gentle, fluid motion. Their hands just aligned so well. Maybe he needed just a little comfort, reassurance and reminder he was not one of those "people"

“Never.” his response was immidiate

“So what’s the worry? If it’s all about that danger and protection shit again we’ve been through this million of times before, Jay.” the girl rolled eyes at him "You, Jason Todd, are getting bo-riiiiing....."

"It's not just that." he muttered

"We've also been through honesty and being more open in this relationship...." she pointed out "go on, spit it out."

"I'm worried about the future."

"Future? You? Since when?"

"Since I met you." he looked straight into her eyes and the amount of feelings he was holding in one simple gaze shocked her. It was like an electricity in her veins.

"Hey...." she cooded cupping his cheek, speaking with the most calming and convincing voice she could produce "I'm not leaving you, you know that right?"

"I know, but ...."

"I'm also not planning on getting killed or hurt or abducted or raped or whatever. Get out of your head, Jay, can you do that? For me?"

"I'll try...." he smirked

"Please tell me it's not gonna be the same try as with your smoking."

"Promise." he kissed her temple with a loud peck. "Teach me how to do that?"

"For starters you can just focus on the moment. I mean, living in it, not planning or forseeing or wondering. I just need you to be, Jay. Nothing more. No contingencies, no strategies. No danger. You're with me. You're safe. And if you need an achor to reality, I'll be yours. How does that sound?"

"I'd like that...." he mummbled again, pulling her closer. Due to some crazy magic her words and caresses were calming him down, a bit. "But if you're my anchor, does this mean I am your ship?"

"Oh, love, you have no idea about the ship for us in your family." she laughed

"Wait! WHAT!?"

She could swear his scream was heard in the whole Gotham and his family, who definitely was on the patrol might have actually heard it. Y/N almost heard Dick's laugh in her head and was pretty sure the brothers were going to have a litte discussion on privacy in the neareast future.

But for now, she was going to keep Jay with her for as long as it was possible.

[sorcerous-caress]

I would like to maybe request the different BG3 party members finding out a Tav with a tough guy act was secretly ticklish? Just fluff all around

Finding out you're ticklish

[ fluff, nb!Reader, several characters ]

[ reader is a tough cold badass person ]

Karlach

Absolutely abuses it.

She has been trying to get you to loosen up for a while. As cool and badass she thought you were, she was sure there was a fun side to you.

Took it very personally to try to get you to laugh, bad puns, slipping on a banana peel, and even asking Gale to borrow one of his nerdy type jokes. Alas, you were as expressive as a stone wall.

Just when she was about to give up, she thought "ah what the hell?" and just went for it, full on tickling your sides. Worst case scenario, she will get put on clean duty again.

Imagine her surprise when you started cackling up. Pure sincere laughter coming from your own lips, very contagious too. She found herself laughing along as she kept denying your attempts to push her away.

Now she has a secret weapon, one she plans to use at whichever chance she gets.

Gale

Very amused.

Ah, how the tables have turned. You know he did have a theory on your aversion to touch and the distance you keep from others, and this was the most pleasant of outcomes.

"Accidentally" brushes against your ticklish spots, claims absolute innocence each time. Batting his eyelashes as he swears ignorance.

He'd have prefered a more subtle method than Karlach's, but really, who is he to say? Maybe he could learn a thing or two from her, that sometimes the easiest way is the best answer to a problem.

Shadowheart

Teases you about it.

She threatens to do it in her "maybe I'm joking, maybe not" way. Does she ever do it? Who knows.

But mostly, she can relate to you. She gets teased about her fear of wolves a lot, so she understands if you want her to drop the topic.

Wyll

Defends you.

He was always the kid in the playground who'd chase bullies away, and while this is a more light-hearted teasing between friends things, he will still defend you from Karlach surprise attacks.

You're safe next to him, don't worry, he will never use your weakness against you no matter how tempting it is to get this tough ice cold person to fall into a pit of laughter.

Those aren't his thoughts, just the devil's on his shoulder.

Laezel

Doesn't get it.

What do you mean ticklish? What even is that.

Gith don't really get tickled. Their skin doesn't allow it much. She is a bit fascinated and curious about it. After all, it must be a great weapon if it reduced a formidable person like you into a jumpy offbalance prey.

Yes, she will keep it in mind if she needs to take you down one day. It is the excuse she allows herself on why she keeps staring at you whenever you laugh.

Minthara

While Wyll will attempt to defend you, Minthara doesn't even have to try.

If everyone in here wants to keep their throat unslited, they better not even think to place their grubby hands near you.

Says she did use it as a form of torture in interrogations before. It wasn't very effective since the target would end up incomprehensible.

Astarion

HA

HA HA HA

you poor thing.

His bullying puts Shadowheart's light hearted teasing to shame, he WILL fully throw digs at you every chance he gets.

Brings it up always, asks if you're at risk of falling prone to laughter because your shirt's fabric was too soft. Jokes about how feathers must be knives to you huh.

He isn't big on touching, so your physical body will remain safe. Your mentality, however, is a different case.

Halsin

He is too, very ticklish. How did he get people to stop bringing it up? Simple, turn into a gaint bear.

It's not so fun watching someone fall on you from laughter when it's a gaint cave bear with rows of sharp teeth.

But really, it's not so bad. And here he will help you practice your bear exaggerated laughter to make your teeth look sharper.

[jacksonlywife]

Return Of The Mount Hua Sect Characters React To Their Spouse Kiss Their Cheek

(GN!Reader)

TW: Blood, dismemberment

Cheongmyeong:

Cheongmyeong being the rowdy, self destructive, well known man at the Mount Hua Sect. He isn’t one to hug or kiss his loved ones. I’m pretty sure his type of affections would be physical abuse. I mean. Have you seen his training? Wild. No one dares to question how you gained his affection as a lover. They probably think of you as some kind of witch of sorts.

Though they are grateful for you because you manage to tame this troublemaker at times when you're around. For example he’ll sit straight when you pass by. He’ll fix his hair if he catches you looking. Those small little things you noticed about him while you were around made you want to give him a reward of some sort.

You quickly went up to your boyfriend which he tilted his head in confusion at your sudden reveal but that was replaced with a look of shock as you kissed his cheek.

Cheongmyeong went red.

“What the hell.?” He says mumbling, flushing furiously but quickly softening up as he touches the part you kissed.

“Thanks for being good for me.” You smile knowing he loved praise. His face reddened further and he hugged you from behind as you were about to walk away and opened his mouth.

“My turn.”

Baek Cheon:

Baek Cheon being a favourite at the sect was no surprise. He was strong, fit, and handsome. Many people had their eyes on him. His kind personality also caught them on hooks. Surprisingly you were the one getting confessed to. He will not hesitate to show you off and talk about you. Some people have gotten used to the fact Baek Cheon likes to rant about you. So they sigh and wait for the rant to begin.

Your boyfriend was training and you wanted to surprise him. You jumped out the bushes and kissed him on the cheek making him flinch ever so slightly.

“H-huh?” His face went as red as a tomato.

“Couldn’t help it.” You tease making him flush deeper. 

All of a sudden Baek Cheon cupped your cheeks and landed a small peck on your lips keeping you completely dumbfounded.

“Couldn’t help it.”

Yoo Iseol:

The beauty of the Mount Hua Sect. Known by all and confessed by many. Her expressionless face makes it hard for people to read her but it makes her powerful. An enemy can’t detect if she’s in fear or not making her strong. 

You had gotten her love. 

You had gotten her time. 

You had seen what was behind that expressionless face of hers.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful. Would be one way to describe it. She may not show it at times but she deeply cares for you. She’d lose limbs for you, slash her face for you, gouge out her eyeballs for you. 

Anything for you.

Today you decided to give her something for all that hard work she's done. You slide behind her and place a quick kiss on her cheek making her freeze.

“Huh?” Was all she uttered breaking you out in a smile.

“Just a little kiss.” You replied as she looked as if she were processing something. 

“I’ll head out now.” You say about to turn away till you feel a grip on your wrist.

“Can..you do that again?”

[confessionsofacougar]

Watching mum in the shower

This is a role-play I did with my 31-year-old friend with benefits a few days ago... It was soooo damn hot I had to write about it :) Love to know what you think!

As Ben walked in the door, he could hear the shower running in the main bedroom. His mum must be in the shower again. He walked towards the main bedroom hoping the door would be open as it had been the past few days. It was. He quickly got undressed and snuck into the main room. The ensuite was off to the right and the door was open as usual. If he stood against the wall just near the door, he could see the mirror which gave him a full view of the shower. The shower screen was glass so he could see his mum clearly. She was using a loofah and soaping up her body. Ben started stroking himself as he watched the soap slide off his mum’s breasts and stomach. She turned and bent over and he watched as she lathered up her legs. He loved her round ass. She turned again and his heart skipped a beat as he saw the loofah brush against her pussy. He had been surprised to find that she was clean shaven. He loved it. He continued stroking his now hard cock as he watched her. He was watching his mum soap up her breasts again and he inadvertently stepped forward. As he did so, his mum glanced over at the mirror and saw him just beyond the door frame. She turned the shower off, opened the shower door and grabbed a towel. She held it in front of her as she stepped out of the shower.

“What the hell are you doing?” she asked him.

“I’m sorry mum. I just got home from work and was coming to let you know I was home when I saw you in there. You looked so sexy I couldn’t help myself.”

“You think I look sexy?”

“Absolutely! I love your body.”

“Thanks Ben.”

“I really am sorry mum. I’m usually gone before you get out.”

“Usually?? You’ve done this before??”

Ben went bright red as he nodded. “Yes. I’ve been doing it for a while now.”

“Really. I don’t know what to think about this.”

“I’m sorry mum.”

As he spoke, his mum noticed that he was still stroking himself. She allowed herself to look at him properly. He was naked, and he actually had a really nice body. Not skinny, but well proportioned. He’d been doing physical work lately and his muscles were becoming more defined. His cock was rock hard. It must be 7 inches long and it was quite thick too.

“Well if you are going to watch me, I guess it’s only fair that I get to watch you too.”

Ben looked at her. “Huh? You want to watch me shower?”

“No. I have something else in mind.” Mum dropped her towel and walked over to the end of the bed and sat down. She patted the mattress in front of her. “Come on. Sit down.”

Ben walked over to the bed and sat cross legged opposite his mum.

“I want to watch you masturbate.”

He spread his legs slightly and leant back against the headboard. He looked at his mum, unsure of what to do next.

“Go on…” said mum.

 Ben proceeded to stroke his cock again. Every now and then he’d run his hand down over his testicles and give them a squeeze. He was looking at his mum’s body as he did so. She could see the desire in his eyes and to her surprise, she was feeling quite turned on.

She adjusted her position so that her legs were slightly apart and she started to rub her pussy. Ben’s breath caught in his throat.

“Mum, what are you doing?”

“You seem to be enjoying yourself. I am enjoying watching you, so I thought I’d join in. Is that okay?”

“Um yeah of course”

Ben couldn’t take his eyes off his mum’s pussy as she rubbed her clit and slid her fingers in and out of her bald pussy. He could feel his cock throb as he watched her.

“You know what? I’ve got an idea.” His mum said.

“Yeah?”

Mum spread her legs wider and patted the mattress between them. “I want you to sit here.” She said. Ben shuffled closer to her. “Get on your knees,” she said. Ben did so. “Now, I want you to keep masturbating, but you can touch me. You can rub your cock on my pussy, you can press it against me… anything you want, but you cannot go inside me.”

“Oh my god. Really? You sure?”

“Yes”

Ben shuffled even closer. He continued stroking his cock but seemed hesitant to touch her even though he couldn’t take his eyes off her.

“Touch me” she said.

He rubbed the head of his cock along the length of her pussy. They both held their breath for a moment. He held his shaft and hit her clit with the head of his cock a few times. Her pussy lips were slightly open and he pressed the head of his cock between them. Mum lifted her hips and pushed against him slightly. He rubbed the head up and down between the lips. She was so wet his cock slid easily between them. Mum pushed against him again.

“Fuck me” she said

Ben looked at her. “What?”

“Fuck me”

“Mum… are you sure???”

“Yes.”

Mum lay back on the bed with her legs wide apart. Ben held her hips and pulled her closer to him. He positioned himself and pressed his cock against her. He hesitated slightly and mum lifted her hips, pushing against him. He pushed his cock between her lips and slowly entered her. They both moaned. He because she was so tight and so wet. He’d never dreamt she would feel so good. Her because his cock was so hard and so thick. She could feel him stretch her as he pushed deeper inside her. He started fucking her slowly at first. Almost as though he were afraid he’d hurt her. Mum wrapped her legs around him and her hands raked down his back. Her enthusiasm encouraged him to go faster and harder. He lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders. He was so deep inside her he could feel her cervix. Mum clenched her pussy tight around him and the pressure drove him wild. With a final thrust he pushed deep inside her and mum could feel his cock throb as he filled her with his warm cum. After a few seconds, he withdrew and lay beside her. They were both breathless.

“Well, we will definitely be doing that again” Mum said and Ben smiled.

“Absolutely” he replied.

[snailsrneat]

Love Gardener

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Scernario:

MC opens their arms after a long day and says "I need love and affection." Their S/O happily obliges.

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Heartslabyul Edition-

Riddle:

Boy is shy af

Once the question fully leaves your lips he turns scarlet

You thought he was angry at you for asking such a "insolent" question and was about to leave when he grabbed your wrist

He stuttered out, "I-I would like t-that very much."

Smiling you lead him over to the bed, lay down and pat your chest, signaling him to lay down as well

Shakily he sat down, and laid his head on the spot you were patting

Shy boy quickly turns into emotional boy

He's never experienced affection quite like cuddling

(Mother Rosehearts is awoman of high class, she can't be seen being affection, even to her own flesh and blood)

He cries softly into your shoulder whilst you pet his hair and whisper sweet nothings to him

Eventually he falls asleep from crying so much ❤️‍🩹

"*sniff*Mother...*sniff* why?"

Ace Trappola:

Oooh boi

Now listen Ace, while very physical affectionate, is a tsundere

With that comes his denial of liking any physical affection

You could be straight up hugging him like a koala to it's tree and he would say, "You're so needy all the time, give me some space."

Then 5 minutes after giving him said space he goes,"..I actually liked that could you do that again?"

This mf-

But anyway, once you ask him for some much needed cuddles he "reluctantly" agrees

On the inside however

He's doing the f-ing Carleton

He stoked to hear that you want to be so close to him ❤

"Huh? You want t-to cuddle? F-fine, but don't be surprised when I take all the blankets."

Deuce Spade:

Mans is both excited and scared

More accurately, a nervous wreck

He's never been this close to with anyone besides his mom

(Deuce 100% would cuddle with his mom when he was a little kid)

Being so close is a new experience for him

However he was determined to learn

When you guys went to cuddle his shoulders became as stiff as rocks, face bright pink, and heartbeat about to jump out of his chest

You tried petting the top of his head to calm him down a bit but that just made him more tense

So you just decided the best course of action was to lay on his chest

Don't ask him about his heartbeat, because he's just gonna turn into a stuttering mess💙

"My heartbeat? I- uhm, it's just that- uhm"

Trey Clover:

Mans is too sweet

The moment those words leave your lips he stops everything

(Which made you a little scared that he was upset at you)

He looks over at you with the sweetest, most adoring gaze and says

"Of course darling, just let me finish making these sweets for the unbirthday party and I'll cuddle you for however long you need."

HHehdbshjwvsjHavshduehhsAAAAAAAA

IT'S TOO CUTE MAKE IT STOP

Once he finishes up he carries over to his room and attacks you with his love

Like legitimately bombs you with kisses and hugs and IT'S TOO MUCH

GAAAAAAAH💚

"You know you can for cuddles anytime. All you to do is just ask."

Cater Diamond:

My boy here is exploding both on the inside and the outside

Long story short, he's all over you oon the outside and completely panicking on the inside

To be quite honest with you I don't think Cater is quite used to tons of affection

He probably isn't even that touchy of a person tbh

But when it comes to you

He just melts into your arms

All he wants is to lay his head on your tummy and listen to the sounds of your heartbeat and gurgling of your stomach

He also doesn't want this to ever end so let's hope you went pee before bed🧡

"What are doing babe? Stay with me, it gets cold without you here."

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Hello everyone! No I am not dead, just trying recover after some serious burnout. Sorry I didn't tell y'all about it but I'm back and I'm hopefully gonna start making posts more. I plan on making a masterlist to both introduce people to me and my blog but also make it easier for people to find whatever the heck work of mine they want to read. I have something pretty big coming in the very soon future that I'm very excited about and I hope you all are as well. Anyway, thank you for reading this end part rant and I hope you all have an amazing day.

[chansbabygirlsstuff]

Just a bet chapter 6

Hi lovelies here is chapter 6 I hope you enjoy it! please comment like and remind me if you want to be on the tag list

Warnings: abuse, angst and fluff

Words:1.6k

  Saturday   September  22nd 8am

I get woken by loud banging at my door as I try to open my eyes as I still feel tired

"WAKE UP YOU LITTLE BITCH! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN ALL NIGHT HUH?" he storms into my room as I forget to lock the door last night. My father throws my things from my desk 

"I DIDN'T GET MY DINNER YESTERDAY BECAUSE YOUR WHORING ASS WENT PARTYING LAST NIGHT" he continues screaming and throwing my stuff to the floor, he gets near me and I get up and step backward, but the next thing I see is his fist directly to my face 

                                    Sunday September 23rd  4pm 

I am currently putting ice on my eye because it is all blue and purple, and I am looking for the biggest sunglasses I own to put on for tomorrow at school, the worst thing is that I have a meeting for the group project, and I can't apply makeup because it hurts so much 

Since my mom died my father blamed me for it, he has been physically and verbally abusive to me, and yes I did try to call the police but my father is a psycho and made them believe everything was fine. and that was when I was 14, I wanted to get out of there but my job didn't allow me to get out of my abusive house.

As I try to study for tomorrow's test I feel sleepy, I haven't been able to sleep well because of the pain, So I get some painkillers to kill the pain for now 

                                  Monday September 24th 7am 

I get ready to leave school leave him some breakfast ready eat some myself and go to the bus stop, my eyes are hurting and these big glasses don't let me see correctly.

Lucky for my sister, she doesn't live with us anymore, I asked her before to let me live with her, but her boyfriend doesn't let her, so at the end of the day I am alone, and nobody cares about my situation.

I get to the bus station just in time to get in it and drive away to school.

I walk inside the school and take the fucking stairs that leave me without a fucking lung, my backpack hanging on my shoulders and Chan's cleans clothes in a nice paper bag, I pull my hoodie up my head to hide my face from people seeing me.

I get to my class and see Yuna on her phone and Lia trying to talk to her, I smile and pass through them and get to my spot at the back of the class, and take my phone out.

"yeah but you know you are too good for her bae" I hear a female voice, loud and annoying,  I lift my head to look at this girl who is following Chan to his seat that was 2 tables away from me just to sit at his table at the moment he bent to take out his things for class "oh," he said surprised by her right in front of him, he smiles and says " excuse me  Aein," he said nicely to her

"but I want to sit here with you," she said spreading her legs in front of him, tilting her face sideways trying to be 'cute' "Sure you can sit here" he smiled grabbing his stuff, and moved to the table next to me, I smile in a laughing way by his action and look back down to my phone

He smiled back at the girl and started to organize his stuff, "hey" he talked to me, "hey" I answered without looking at him trying to hide my face from him.

"she gets annoying sometimes," he tells me about the girl rolling his eyes about the situation," you got her deprived man," I said chucking as he laughed "Guess she didn't get enough last time" he chuckles leaning back to the chair and I smile, still having my head staring at my phone.

"what's with the glasses?" he asked changing the awkward convo we had, "I didn't have much sleep last night so I have huge under bags" I fixed the top of my hoodie covering more of my face 

"huh, what kept you sleepless last night? or should  I say who?" he smirks teasing me about things that I know didn't happen,  he laughs when I sucked my teeth at him  and smile/laughed at his teasing 

"no man, I just had a lot of back pain and I couldn't lie down because of it" I rest my head on my hand resting over the desk putting my face close to my phone and distracting him from looking at it  "Yeah right" he smirks so I flip him off laying my head on the desk.

"you free tonight?" he asks me and I move my head lazily looking at him, acting cool while my stomach gives flips

"ye- no..." remembering my eye "What? yes or no?"   

"no...sorry" I said feeling disappointed 

"How about tomorrow?" he asked me hopeful for my answer

"mm... I don't know," I said thinking when my eye could feel better and not use

"Why?" he asked curiously "I've been a bit sick lately so I don't know when I'm going to feel better" I lie 

"Here you go" he hands me his phone with the phone pad ready "Type in your number so I can know how you feel during the week. he smiles sweetly and I grab his phone trying my best to hide my smile 

"Here you go" I give it back to him and receive a little thanks from him but the bell rings so we pay attention to the class

time skip 

I was sitting with Lia, Yuna, Mina, and Tzuyu still covering my eyes with my glasses and keeping my hoodie on

"what's up with the glasses," Mina says "Oh... is cz I got an infection in my eye so it bit red" I lie...again giving an excuse to keep this from embarrassing me

"oh, well I hope you get better," Yuna says, and they all nod 

Mina gasped and said, "Did you guys hear what happened in 3rd period yesterday?"

"No, what happened?" Lia says waiting for the tea Mina is about to give us

"Chaeyoung saw Chan and Sana coming out of the boys' changing room at the soccer field," she said nodding her head, dramatically telling us the story 

"Really? Is that why she came back with bruises on her neck?" Tzuyu said

"My omg they were hickeys?" all the girls gasp 

"no way! are they back together?" Yuna asks "What do you mean back together?" I ask confused "You didn't know girl? Sana dated Chan for about 2 years," Lia says

"Yeah there was even a rumor she was pregnant," they say while I stay in shock "But... how didn't I know?" I said calculating all the years I've been here and not noticing something like that 

"Well they kept it a secret all that time, don't ask me why," Mins says 

"She told us once near the lockers and some other chick heard and started making rumors saying she was pregnant" They all gasped "I do remember that" 

your shocked look made everyone laugh, "you did know Chan is just a huge playboy right?" Mina said "Yeah girl I've seen him spend more time with you each day, just be careful and don't let your heart betray you, I mean if you want to have your fun with him go ahead but don't think he has a crush on you or something" Yuna warns me about him 

I feel...jealous. uncomfortable with the news? why tho? 

we finish out part of the project for the day I pack my stuff and get ready to head home before my father does, I walk through the corridors when I felt an arm around me "Hey miss gurl" he slurs the l "What do you want Hyun-jin" I ask again in a bad mood "you can't believe the tea I have, I dared Lee Know to sleep with Aerin the tall cheerleader, yk?" he looks at me with his arm still hooked on my neck and I nod "but when they were in the middle of taking his clothes off can you imagine Aerin had a dick" he laughs "I made poor minho go through all that just to find out he was a boy " I looked shocked at him as I didn't expect him to be a boy "but did they fuck?" I ask

"well he told me he didn't mind and fucked her," he says dramatically "i swear Min-ho is the freakiest of all of us" he shakes his head in disbelief " I mean there is nothing wrong with that but just imagine the surprise, but the thing is he took the opportunity with both hands...literally" he burst out laughing not getting over the fact he fucked a man

"but you know I've always seen Lee Know flirt with men, but it just took me by surprise," he says and I giggle 

"Are you talking our shit with her?" Chan catches up with our pace "Yes and you can't tell me shit" Hyunjin continues walking with his arm around me

"but yeah that was my weekly dose of tea for you little girl, I will tell you some more next week," he says all of us are still walking and talking about something else but I still can't get myself to look at Chan feeling guilty of my delusions I had of him

"hey, Jinnie can I take her away from you for a minute?" Chan asks in the middle of a conversation 

"sure dude, bye cakes bye Chan see you all soon, oh! And have fun" he winks and salutes us before turning  around and leaving us alone calling my nickname from elementary teasing me knowing I hate that nickname

"Are you avoiding me?"

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[darkestescapes]

Saw your ask is open. Can I request you a jk fic where he cheated on you so you tried to leave him but he's adamant to keep you

My first anon ask! Woo-hoo!! 🖤 Hope you like it. Since I don't have a lot to go on I just used my imagination.

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Warnings: Yan!JK x Fem! Reader. Toxic toxic toxic. But we love toxic JK don't we ;). JK locked reader in the house. Forced proximity? Implied fucking at the end, nothing specific. I'm not someone who likes the idea of cheating (being cheated on myself) but it's JK so.

"WHAT THE FUCK JK" you yell in annoyance after seeing him put your clothes back into the closet that you'd thrown into the first suitcase you could find.

"You're not going anywhere" he says calmly. He continues to put your clothes back while you stand in front of the bathroom door fuming at this man who vowed to love you forever.

"Fine then" you say and grab your shoes and make a run to the door. JK huffs in annoyance and puts the suitcase away, this time somewhere you won't find it easily.

You half wear your shoes and try entering the pass code of the door, try pulling the door, try kicking it but nothing works. Damn that sly sexy fucker.

Groaning in anger you sit on the ground and put your head in your hands.

"I'm sorry" JK leans his forehead on your shoulder. You laugh bitterly and remove your shoes and jacket and throw them on the ground with as much force as you can muster.

"I'm sorry? Is that the best you can come up with? What exactly are you sorry for Koo? Locking me inside this house? Or throwing my things back into place without asking me? Or for cheating on me? I left everything and everyone for you, because you're all that needed and you'd convinced me so well and I blindly followed you everywhere like a lost puppy. But I guess you weren't just happy with me were you?"

"No baby it's not like that" he says coming closer to you and grabbing your wrists in his fingers. You place your palms on his stomach and try to push him away but he just keeps pulling you closer till he's hugging you tightly. "She just came onto me, I ignored her as much as I could reall-"

"So she just happened to come onto your dick huh" you say sadly.

"I'm sorry, baby I truly am. I love you too much I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. I only love you, I'll never leave you again to go out with my stupid friends. I'll stop talking to them too I promise. I love you. Let me show you how much I do" he whispers the last part in your ear.

You close your eyes and feel his hand circle you waist, the other coming to move your face to give him access to your throat. God you love it when he holds you close and kisses you all over.

Frankly speaking you aren't surprised someone tried something with JK, what did shock you was that he actually went along with it. God it makes your blood boil to think someone even had the guts to take him from you.

Grabbing his cheeks with your palms and rising to your feet you smash your lips on to his. If you want him to forget that bitch, you gotta fuck him like your life depends on it.

Pushing him on the couch you remove your top and straddle his lap. Gently moving his hair away from his face you lick your lips and kiss him again and then you kiss his neck and his chest and his abs and fuck him so good neither of you want to stop till you physically cannot fuck anymore.

[eventinelysplayground]

Broken Promises

Mitsuki and Theo finally talk about and resolve the biggest change in their relationship since their twins arrived. If you haven't read the stories that come before this you will probably go when did this happen but it can be enjoyed for what it is without them. I will be doing the spicy but as its own story as per the poll I did, this is pretty long as it is. WC approx 1690.

The season had changed from the cold and quiet of winter to the sunshine and bustling of early summer. The season wasn't the only thing that had changed though, the mansion had as well. Everyone knew the arrival of Theo and Mitsukis child would bring changes but they never thought there would be this many.

One of the biggest was that there wasn’t just one but two babies. Secretly Comte was thrilled as procuring everything this second baby would require was left in his capable hands while their parents were otherwise occupied. The biggest change however was Mitsukis new life, not as a mother but as a vampire.

It had taken her almost three days to wake and everyone it seemed had kept an extra close eye on her for quite awhile. Mitsuki adjusted well though, she had accepted the news of her new life with ease, she was physically fine and her need for blood was the lowest of all of them. She had asked Comte one day about it and he said although appetites naturally varied he also wondered if different sires played a part in it as well. Nothing more was thought about it after that and Mitsukis life carried on much as it had before but with the added joy of her sons.

At least on the outside that was how it seemed to everyone. There was one big change that had been eating away at Mitsuki, that Theo hadn't intimately touched her since. He still kissed her and held her but his touch was always short and light, not strong and passionate like it used to be. At first Mitsuki thought that it was just him being concerned they both knew she'd need to heal but as the months went on nothing changed. She knew she should talk to Theo about it but she was too embarrassed to so she went about ignoring it as best she could until one mid afternoon.

It started with the twins making a mess of themselves, and everything else in the dining room, with their newly introduced solid foods. Mitsuki was just finishing bathing one boy when Theo came in.

“Need help with the kleintjes Hondje?”

“That would be great thanks, Vincent's all clean but Arthur still needs his bath.”

Mitsuki turned around to see Theo finishing taking off his shirt. He laid it aside then picked up Arthur while shaking his head at him.

“How did you manage to get this messy huh?”

Mitsuki smiled to herself taking in the precious sight but it wasn't long before she found her eyes roaming over Theo's body. She shook her head trying not to feel sad and moved away to get Vincent dried and dressed. She couldn't help watching Theo though, his bare broad chest and the slight flex of his muscles when he moved his arms but the worst was Theo's scent. He had always smelled good to her but he smelled even better now, she sighed and pulled her gaze away from Theo trying to refocus herself on the task of dressing a squirming baby when she heard Theo let out a low hiss.

“Those finger nails are sharp. Check Vincent's, we'll probably have to trim them later Hondje. Hondje?”

Mitsuki found herself momentarily frozen and staring at Theo. His scent was suddenly overpowering and she was incredibly thirsty. She felt her fangs descend and her eyes widened as her gaze fell on the tiny scratches on his forearm that were barely bleeding. She heard Theo call her name and ask her what was wrong but she didn't dare answer him, it was taking all the strength she had not to bite him. Theo must have noticed her gaze finally as he looked down at his forearm and then looked back up at her in surprise and concern.

“Mitsuki, it's…”

“I'm… I'm sorry… I need to go!”

Mitsuki practically screamed that last word at Theo as she dashed out of the room with Vincent still in her arms. She heard Theo call out after her but she just picked up her pace, she needed to get far away from him. She raced carelessly down the hallway and bumped right into Napoleon who caught her and Vincent before she fell.

“Are you alright Mitsuki?”

Mitsuki just shook her head and handed Vincent over to Napoleon before taking off again in a run down the hallway. She vaguely registered Napoleon calling after her but she didn't stop. Once she reached her room she quickly locked the door behind her and collapsed against it pulling her knees to her chest.

So this is what bloodlust feels like, and there was barely any blood!

Mitsuki thought back on her ‘vampire talk', as Dazai had called it, with Leonardo recalling the last thing he had told her.

“Maybe it's best if you figure out the specifics for yourself actually; but if it ever feels like too much Cara Mia remember to put distance between you and Theo.”

Is it always this intense? How did Theo manage this all these years? Maybe it was never as intense for him, I mean that would make sense considering how he's been acting lately…

Mitsuki hugged her knees even tighter as she began to cry. A part of her knew she was being silly thinking like this but she couldn't help it. She wasn't sure how long she'd been huddled against her door but she smelled Theo before she heard the knock.

“Hondje?”

She could hear the concern in his voice and she gripped her knees tighter.

“Go away Theo.”

Her voice was strained and she knew he'd be able to tell she had been crying. The doorknob jiggled above her head and she heard Theo sigh.

“Open the door.”

“No.”

“Stop being so stubborn and open the door!”

Mitsukis bloodlust and mood were getting worse and she spoke without thinking.

“Look who's talking? Besides this is for your own good, I can't guarantee I wouldn't bite you right now and I know you don't want that so just leave!”

Silence met Mitsukis words and she hoped Theo would leave but instead she heard him slide down the other side of her door.

“You really going to make us have this conversation through the door Hondje?”

Now it was Mitsukis turn to be silent. She heard Theo let out a long sigh.

“You've misunderstood me.”

“Have I, it's seemed pretty clear to me lately and now…”

Mitsuki swallowed hard against the growing burning in her throat.

“How can you ignore this feeling?”

Mitsuki leaned her head against her door and she heard Theo chuckle.

“I'd like to tell you that you get used to it, that you figure out how to deal with it but that's not how it seems to work. As soon as I think I have it under control it changes, it grows more intense and I have to start all over.”

“Then how have you always kept control, it makes even less sense!”

“Do you remember the promise I made to you, Mitsuki?”

Mitsuki's brows furrowed and then her eyes went wide and she clasped a hand over her mouth.

Oh my god is that what this has been about? Why didn't I think of it!

As if he had guessed what she was thinking Theo spoke his voice low and raw.

“I promised I'd never put you in danger again, never make you cry again. A part of how I controlled it was remembering those promises, remembering what could happen if I lost control. I ended up breaking those promises though. I almost lost you a second time and it was all my fault again. It’s not that I haven't wanted… I don't want you in danger again, I couldn't bear to lose you.”

Mitsuki could hear Theo's voice wavering as she held back tears.

“Oh Theo, I should have realized without you having to tell me! I'm so so sorry!”

Mitsuki turned her body and reached up turning the key in the lock before standing up. She waited a minute to make sure Theo had moved then opened the door. She barely had it opened before Theo had stepped inside and she was wrapped up in his tight embrace. As Mitsuki snaked her arms around his back she started to cry again.

“It's alright Hondje, I was doing my best to hide it from you and you've been pretty busy lately.”

“Didn't you also promise me not to try and handle everything by yourself anymore?”

“Ya I know. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course I can! It's not just not thinking of it sooner that I'm sorry for though, you don't want to know all the horrible things I was thinking.”

Mitsuki felt Theo's fingers run along her jaw then lift her chin up so she was staring straight into his intense blue eyes.

“You were thinking I didn't love you anymore weren't you?”

“How…did you know that this whole time?"

"No, It's been pretty clear though something's been bothering you for awhile now and you aren't that hard to figure out.”

Theo leaned in and planted a kiss beside her eye and she shuddered. Mitsuki took a step back from Theo, she wasn't sure how much longer she could keep herself from biting him. After she had stepped back Theo chuckled and she watched as a wide smirk spread across his face.

“Just how many times am I going to have to show you with my body how much I love you Hondje? I know you're a smart pup, I'm starting to think you're not getting this on purpose.”

“That's not mmm.”

Mitsukis protest was cut off when Theo grabbed her and pulled her in for a forceful kiss. He hadn't kissed her like this in so long and she felt like her knees would give out beneath her but Theo's strong arms held her up.

“Theo…”

Mitsuki was shocked, she'd never heard herself sound so needy and desperate before but all Theo did was grin smugly at her.

“Dogs aren't supposed to bite their owners Hondje, but I'll make an exception since you're such a good pup.”

[airenyah]

Your essay on Joong's underrated acting skills deepened my Joong appreciation so much, that I watched Mafia the Series, I'm watching Ploy's Yearbook (even though there is a serious lack of Joong so far), and I'm planning on watching The Warp Effect too. I haven't watched het shows in over ten years, so this is a big deal! 😂 I really liked him with Dunk in their shows, but MTS gave me another facet of him, because he's so timid in it, unlike in SIMM and HA, where he's (seemingly) very cool and in control. So thank you for making me a full time Joong (and Dunk) girl 💜

i saw this message first thing in the morning when i woke up yesterday and it instantly put me in a good mood!!! <3

YESSSSSS I'M SO HAPPY TO HEAR THAT

mafia the series might actually be my absolute fave thai het-show, it's just SO funny!!!! and the entire cast is so great, like, not just joong but the entire cast plays off each other SO well. and don't even get me started on gina virahya and her portrayal of anna kondra!!!!

you know, when i went into mafia the series i saw the poster and was like "ughh i really am gonna have to sit through this standard (overly) dramatic mafia show just for joong, huh. the things i do for my boy..." and then. AND THEN. you can imagine my surprise. i was crying tears of laughter throughout the show and i was actually laughing so hard that my mom made a comment about how she could hear my laugh in my room

beam is my loser boy and joong portrays him in such an adorably awkward way, i love it <333

and yes there IS a serious lack of joong in ploy's yearbook so far :((((

it was quite funny tho bc in the one scene where joong does show up i immediately recognized him by the back of his head, like!! i saw this:

and instantly went "OH there's my boy!!!!!" 😂😂😂

and i can't wait to see him with film bc film did extremely well with gun in not me and i feel like film and joong will also work together really well

you know, i'm always happy to turn people into full time joong (and dunk) girls!!!!!!

i've adored them ever since simm which i watched live from ep2 onwards. fun fact, actually: when i started simm i actually had no idea who they were (even though technically i'd seen dunk in bad buddy already, except i wasn't paying attention to the random high school bandmates and so i didn't actually recognize dunk and only realized later on ahahah)

aaaanyway, i had no idea who they were, right? and so in 2022 my mom and i spent two nights in prague during easter and in the evening we were in our hotel room and we were kinda looking for something to watch. and i was like "hey look, gmmtv has a new bl out and it looks kinda cute and fluffy judging by the thumbnails?? and like something that doesn't require too much brain power?? plus, there's also only two eps out so far, so we'll be caught up right away" and so we watched the first two episodes and then the two of us ended up watching every new ep together every week hahaha

i actually didn't really talk about it on tumblr back then and when you go back on my blog you'll see that there are hardly any simm post. but really, with every new simm episode that aired i liked joongdunk more and more. and especially once the characters started dating i was actually so in awe about just how comfortable joong and dunk were with each other and how they absolutely weren't afraid to touch? like, their physical affection was just so casual, like it was the most natural thing in the world to them in an "i'm-not-even-thinking-about-it-bc-it's-so-normal" kind of way and that was just soooo refreshing to watch?? i was (and still am) truly amazed

and when just a couple of months later, at the end of 2022 gmmtv announced joongdunk were gonna get another show together i got SO excited!! and also when it was revealed that simm was included in our skyy 2!!!!

and then hidden agenda started airing and then i was tagged in that tag game and then i went to watch joong's entire filmography and then i ended up falling into a joongdunk rabbit hole and here we are...

anyway, i have multiple agendas and one of them is turning people into joong fans and dunk fans and joongdunk fans sllksdfd

and my other agenda is getting people to watch mafia the series, bc it's truly a gem of a show!!!!

(speaking of agendas: the only thing that's missing in your message is you telling me that you approve of my fight for a sexy joongdunk vampire bl, like... that would have made the message and the influence of my joong/dunk/joongdunk blogging complete 😂😂😂)

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She Has No Idea (That I'm Even Here) - Chapter One

Pairings: Steve Harrington x reader, one-sided Billy Hargrove x reader, side Nancy Wheeler x Robin Buckley

Work Summary:

Steve Harrington x reader Summer Camp AU with a side order of Billy Hargrove being a dick.

Chapters: 1 2 3 4

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 4103

Read on AO3.

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Taglist: @mrs-kai-anderson @ang3l1te @missryerye

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Notes:

I adore upsidedownwithsteve's summer camp Steve fic She Drives Me Crazy (seriously, if you haven't read it, please check it out, it's seriously so good) so I figured I'd write my own summer camp AU. This fic is in no way based on SDMC, but SDMC did make me fall in love with the idea of a summer camp setting.

Reader is somewhat implied to be plus sized. You can read it as her being plus sized or not, depending on your preference.

I'm currently aiming for this to have 4 chapters.

Warnings for Billy being a dick, bullying, risk of drowning

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Rain had put a damper on the day’s activities. You had been assisting with the scavenger hunt, but it had to be called off early. Mike Wheeler had slipped in the mud and sprained his ankle, and although he insisted that he was fine, you still had to take him to the nurse’s office. He complained the whole way there.

You had known Mike for a long time. You went to high school with his older sister, Nancy, so you were familiar with him and his ragtag group of friends, who had been coming to camp for as long as you had.

While the nurse checked Mike over, you filled in the necessary paperwork. It wasn’t your favourite part of the job, but you knew that you’d be in trouble if you didn’t, and it was a welcome breather from the physical part of being a camp counsellor.

When the nurse had dismissed Mike, giving him an ice pack and telling him to keep his ankle elevated, you escorted him to the cafeteria, where an early dinner was being served.

The place was packed. Normally, meals were staggered, but evidently, in the interests of getting the kids fed and back to their cabins before the storm really set in, rules were being bent. The queue for food stretched all the way around the inside of the building. You were starting to feel a little claustrophobic.

Across the cafeteria, you saw Hopper standing with his hands on his hips, surveying the clear fire code violation that was happening in front of him. He was grimacing.

“Mike!” Lucas Sinclair called out, getting your attention. He wildly beckoned Mike over to him.

“I haven’t got my food yet!” Mike called back.

“You go sit with your friends and put your foot up,” you said. “I’ll get your food for you.”

He gave you his food choice, and you made your way up to the front of the queue. That was one of the privileges of being a counsellor: you were allowed to cut in line. The lady serving food didn’t blink at your request for two meals, but you felt the need to explain yourself anyway.

As you turned to head back to Mike, one tray in each hand, you almost ran right into Billy Hargrove. He grinned at you in a way that made your stomach turn, the stench of his cologne invading your nostrils.

“Two meals, huh?” he said, looking down at your trays. “I guess I’m not surprised. You should save some for the rest of us.”

You opened your mouth, to defend yourself, or to tell him to fuck off, but no words came out. Your eyes stung treacherously as you walked past him to the other end of the cafeteria to give Mike his tray. He didn’t even thank you before you walked away again.

There was a table in the corner where a handful of counsellors who weren’t currently on duty were eating. Robin was there, as well as Nancy and Eddie, and with a jolt, you realised that Steve Harrington was sitting with them.

You felt a little sick, almost tempted to discard your tray and go back to your cabin, but Robin caught your eye.

“Hey!” she called out to you, waving. “Come sit with us.”

Trapped, you could only do as she said. Steve was sitting next to Nancy, which gave you another uncomfortable twist in your gut, although you knew they were no longer together. You took the free seat beside Robin and opposite Steve.

Robin was talking a mile a minute, not slowing down until she caught your eye, and realised how shiny your eyes were.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” she asked, far too loudly.

You winced. “N-nothing.” You glanced at Steve, and found him looking at you, which made your cheeks heat up. You hated the idea of him seeing you cry.

“I saw Billy talking to you,” Robin continued. “Did he say something to you?”

“He was just being a dick.”

“Uh-huh.” She waited expectantly for you to say something else, but you were less than forthcoming.

“Is he bothering you?” Steve’s voice made you look up in surprise. “He can be a real asshole. I know I’m supposed to be a grown-up and tell you to ignore him, but I could push him off the pier for you if you want.” He smiled at you. Your stomach tingled hotly. You giggled, embarrassingly girlishly.

“No, thanks.”

“Well, offer’s on the table.”

Steve went back to talking with Robin, and you went back to picking at your food. Steve had hardly ever spoken to you before. You had been at high school together, but you moved in such different social circles that you were sure he didn’t even notice you.

After dinner, when plates were empty and trays were bussed, it was a mad dash back to your cabin in the rain. Robin was still talking to Steve, and Nancy had gone ahead, so you were alone. You almost slipped in the mud a couple of times, but you made it back relatively unscathed.

Nancy was sitting on a chair in the corner when you arrived. She looked damp and bedraggled, and was sitting rather primly to avoid getting things wet. Over the heavy pounding of the rain, you could hear the shower going.

“Chrissy called dibs on the first shower,” she said. “I’m next though, so don’t even try it.” She smiled at you, and you knew she was just kidding around.

“That’s fine. I’m gonna wait to shower until just before bed.” You enjoyed the peace of a late-night shower. You hated feeling rushed.

You grabbed some clean, comfy clothes and went behind the privacy screen at the side of the room. As you stripped off your wet clothes, you heard the door slam open again, and the telltale sounds of Robin stumbling into the cabin.

“What happened to you?” asked Nancy, barely stifling a laugh.

“I slipped,” came Robin’s reply.

“I can see that. Chrissy’s in the shower but you can take the next one. You clearly need it.”

“You’re the best.”

You pulled on your hoody over your head. Nancy was condemning herself to, at best, a lukewarm shower, and that was if Robin was quick about it. The hot water in the cabins was very limited. You were pretty sure that the water would be hot again by bedtime, thankfully, but Nancy looked like a drowned rat and clearly had no intentions of doing anything until she had showered.

“Where’s Y/N?” asked Robin.

“Changing.”

“Oh.”

Your stomach twisted, feeling as though you’d been caught eavesdropping. You neatened up your clothes and stepped out from behind the screen.

“Holy shit,” you said when you caught sight of Robin. She was covered in mud from her feet to her chest, and from her hands all the way up to her elbows. “What the fuck?” Nancy giggled, and Robin flipped you off.

Chrissy, far more tactful than either you or Nancy, said nothing when she came out of the bathroom in her pale pink dressing gown, but you watched her eyes widen as she looked at Robin.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. If you guys aren’t careful, I may just take a little lie down on your beds before I shower.”

Normally, you probably would’ve thrown a pillow at her, but you didn’t want to get it muddy. As Robin disappeared into the bathroom, you sat down on another chair. The cabin came with a little dining table, although you weren’t really supposed to eat in your cabins. Nancy had set her book down on her nightstand, reading it carefully to avoid getting it wet.

You were thankful for Robin. Nancy and Chrissy were both nice enough, but they both intimidated you in their own way. Chrissy was cheerleader beautiful, with her big eyes and pretty smile, blonde hair and long legs. She turned everyone’s heads. Before you got to know her, you were sure she would be just like the other bitchy cheerleaders at school who made fun of you. You were relieved to discover that that wasn’t true.

Nancy, on the other hand, had a ferocity and competitive spirit that was frankly terrifying. She may have been tiny, but you were sure that she could’ve taken you in a fight. She was beautiful too, in a way that made your heart twinge. Petite, with delicate features, she had stolen Steve Harrington’s heart. You knew that he would never look twice at a girl like you.

Robin, though, was something else entirely. She was gorgeous too, of course, but clumsy and awkward. She put you at ease with yourself the way no one else did. With her help, talking to Nancy and Chrissy had gotten easier too.

Chrissy sat down by the mirror and began brushing her hair. Her eyes met yours in the mirror.

“I hear Billy was giving you a hard time earlier,” she said. “Want me to kick his ass?”

The idea of sweet, sensitive Chrissy Cunningham kicking anyone’s ass drew a giggle from you. You shook your head.

“It’s okay. Nothing I haven’t heard before.”

Nancy closed her book. “Guys are assholes. I’m sorry that guys treat you that way.”

You shrugged, but your cheeks were burning. She meant well, but you heard the meaning under her words. You were the kind of girl that boys didn’t like. You were the kind of girl they picked on.

“It’s whatever,” you said, trying to change the subject. “Speaking of guys, how is it going with Jason, Chris?”

Chrissy’s smile faltered. She tried to mask it by looking down at her hairbrush, pulling small clumps of hair from it, but you had noticed.

“Oh, you know. It’s fine.”

Nancy turned to face Chrissy. “Doesn’t sound fine.”

“Well, you know, all relationships have their ups and downs.” She shrugged. “What about you, Nance? Anything going on in your love life?”

Nancy looked taken aback to have the line of questioning turned around on her. “Nothing, actually. I’m happily single.”

“You broke up with Jonathan like six months ago. You’re not looking for a relationship again?”

“Nope.” She popped the ‘p’.

“What about Steve?” you asked, and then internally cringed as she turned to look at you.

“What about Steve?”

“Well, you guys used to date.”

Nancy regarded you with a shrewd expression. “Me and Steve are just friends now. You know…” Her tone was faux-casual. “I wouldn’t have a problem with it at all if Steve was to date someone else. I want him to be happy. He deserves it.”

Your heart stuttered in your chest. She knew. You tried to formulate a response, tripping over your words, but were thankfully saved by Robin emerging from the bathroom. She was wearing plaid pyjamas, and her hair was wrapped in a towel.

“What are you guys talking about?” she asked, sprawling out on her bed.

“Boys,” said Chrissy. Robin’s lips twitched slightly.

“Uh-huh,” she said. “I don’t have much to contribute to that conversation, honestly. Nothing going on in my love life.”

As Nancy disappeared into the bathroom, Robin picked up a magazine and began flipping through it. It was clear that the conversation was over.

*

The rain had barely eased up by the next morning. You and the other girls sprinted from your cabin to the staff room, holding your coats over your heads. Robin very nearly took another spill, but Nancy caught her by the elbow before she could go over.

A few people were already waiting inside, including Jason Carver, Chrissy’s boyfriend. She tried to sit down in the seat next to him, but he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her into his lap.

“Jason,” she squeaked, flushing bright red. “Stop.” She tried to wiggle away from him, but he held her tighter.

“Carver!” Hopper barked suddenly, making you jump. Reluctantly, Jason released Chrissy and she slid down into the seat next to him. Her cheeks were bright red, and she kept her eyes fixed on the ground.

“What an asshole,” Steve muttered over your shoulder. You turned, not realising that he’d come in.

“Hey Steve,” you said, sounding uncomfortably breathless. You hoped he didn’t notice.

“Hey.” He smiled at you, a sort of lopsided smile that made your heart pound. “Shall we grab a seat?”

You glanced around. Nancy and Robin were sitting themselves down at two seats near the front. You were sure that was Nancy’s influence. Robin hated being at the front.

Eddie was sitting at the back, in the seat closest to the wall. Steve sat down next to him, but there was an open seat on Steve’s other side. You considered sitting somewhere else, but what if he took that as an insult? He clearly seemed to be expecting you to sit next to him. Heart in your throat, you sat down.

Robin glanced over her shoulder at you, and smiled. She gave you a subtle thumbs up.

Hopper cleared his throat loudly, and the room quietened. “As I’m sure you guys have guessed, outdoor activities are cancelled for today. We’re going to have to shuffle the schedules-”

The door to the office slammed open, and Billy Hargrove walked in. He was dripping wet, trailing puddles behind him as he did so.

“You’re late, Hargrove,” said Hopper, sounding more tired than angry.

“Sorry, boss.” Billy grabbed a chair, dragging it across the floor with a scraping sound. He set it down in front of you, Eddie and Steve, and sat on it sideways. Out of the corner of your eye, you could feel him look at you, Cheshire cat grin on his face. You felt a little sick.

“As I was saying. We’re going to have to shuffle the schedules around. Bring up some of the indoor activities.”

As Hopper spoke, dividing up the indoor activities available, Billy caught your eye.

“Bet you’re glad it’s raining,” he murmured, just about loud enough for you to hear. “You hate all that running around outside, right?”

You tensed. He was making fun of you. As much as you tried, his thinly veiled insults were puncturing your skin. You opened your mouth to say something, but Steve beat you to it.

“Shut the hell up, Hargrove,” he growled.

Billy’s eyes lit up. “I didn’t know you cared, Harrington. Have you got a crush?”

“HARGROVE!” Hopper was suddenly much closer than you expected. When you looked up, he was standing directly behind Billy. “Is there a problem?”

Slowly, Billy turned to face him. “No problem. No problem at all.”

Hop grimaced as he turned to you. “Y/N, you’re going to be running art classes today. Harrington, I’ve got a few options-”

“I can help with the art classes,” said Steve. He glanced at you. “If you want, I mean.”

“That’d be great,” you said, trying to remember how to breathe normally.

“Alright, you’ll be taking the first group after breakfast, so you better go get ready.”

*

You had known Steve Harrington since elementary school. In fact, you’d known most of your fellow camp counsellors since then. The first time you spoke to him had been during a soccer game.

Steve had been the captain of his team. You were not athletic, you were usually picked last. But as the numbers dwindled and the other kids began to snicker at you, Steve called your name. That had shut them up.

You’d been harbouring a little bit of a crush on him ever since.

Okay.

Maybe more than a little bit.

Your feelings had changed during high school, when he was no longer a sweet little boy, but almost a man, with long legs and broad shoulders and perfectly styled hair. He hung around with the popular kids and was even more unattainable than he’d ever been.

So you pushed your stupid little crush down. You kept your head down and focused on finishing high school.

But according to Robin, he’d changed a lot since high school. You knew they worked together at a video store. He had matured and grown into himself, no longer feeling the need to step on others to make himself feel good.

It was hard to watch him help a little girl put glitter on her artwork without feeling a surge of longing. He was so gentle, his big hands steadying her tiny ones, and when she squealed with delight at the way her work shimmered, he high-fived her.

“You’re staring.”

You spun around to see Erica Sinclair. She was smirking at you.

“I- What- No-”

“Relax,” she said, going back to her drawing. “I’m not gonna tell him.”

Your cheeks heated up. “There’s nothing to tell.”

She rolled her eyes. “Sure.”

You were very glad when lunchtime finally rolled around.

*

The day had been a trial for you. You had a different group of kids after lunch, but Steve was still there with you, helping the little ones finger paint and cracking jokes with the older ones.

Robin was right. He was different now. You hadn’t been in close proximity to him since high school, but the change was obvious.

You had to admit you were a bit of a pushover when it came to the kids. If they didn’t tidy up all the way, you usually were happy to let them off, but not Steve. He barred the door as Dustin, Lucas and Mike tried to walk off without washing their paintbrushes. The bond he had with Dustin was kind of adorable. They snarked at each other constantly.

When the kids were gone, and it was just you and Steve left, cleaning up the last of the equipment, you felt like you had to say something, or else you’d be stuck in an awkward silence forever.

You cleared your throat. “You’re really good with the kids,” you said. “You have such a way with them.”

Steve chuckled, his head tipping forward so that he was looking at the ground.

“I have a lot of experience with babysitting, I guess,” he said.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. I always seem to be chaperoning somebody or other to the arcade, or the mall, or the movie theatre.”

“Well, you’ve got more patience than me.”

He met your eyes then. “No way. I see the way you handle those kids. You’re a pro.”

Warmth flooded you. For a moment, you couldn’t find the words.

You swallowed. “If you say so.”

“We done with the cleaning?”

“I still need to sweep.” You picked up the broom from where it had been leaning against the wall, and when you turned back, Steve was a foot away from you, reaching for it as well. Startled, you dropped it, but he caught it easily before it could hit the ground.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to spook you,” he said. You let out a breathy, anxious laugh. “How about we make a deal? I’ll do the sweeping, and you can go ahead and save me a seat in the cafeteria.”

Your mouth fell open. It was a tempting offer. Your feet were hurting, and you hated sweeping.

“Come on,” he said, nudging your shoulder lightly. “You did all the hard work today. All I did was fingerpainting.”

You knew that that wasn’t true, but you couldn’t help but be charmed.

“They’re serving the good pasta in the cafeteria tonight,” you said. “The creamy kind. So you better hurry.”

“Aye-aye, captain.” He gave you a mock-salute as you walked out of the art classroom.

The rain had mostly stopped by now, and you were thankful for that. There was a light drizzle, but it was more refreshing than anything.

The path back to the cafeteria was hazardously muddy, so you walked carefully, watching every step.

“You’re such a fucking asshole!” came a shrieking voice, making you jump out of your skin. It was coming from down by the river, just beyond the little clump of trees.

“You little brat,” came a growl, and you recognised the voice of Billy Hargrove. “How come you never show me any fucking respect, Maxine?”

So Billy was arguing with his younger stepsister, Max. That was par for the course. You should keep walking. It was none of your business.

“Because you don’t deserve my respect, shit-for-brains.”

“Get away from those rocks, idiot. You’re gonna get yourself hurt, and you know who will be blamed for it.”

“I don’t care, Billy. Get lost.”

“I’m not going anywhere until you come back here.”

They bickered back and forth at each other. You dithered. You should go to the cafeteria. It was stupid, but you’d promised to save Steve a seat. Chances were that Robin would’ve already done so, but still.

But you didn’t trust Billy. You wanted to make sure Max was okay, because Billy sure as shit didn’t know how to handle her. You had just resolved to go and investigate what was going on when you heard a splash.

“MAX!” Billy’s voice was panicked.

Fuck. That sounded bad.

You sprinted into the trees, throwing caution to the wind. As you ran, trying not to slip or trip and break your ankle, you heard another splash.

You skidded onto the riverbank and almost tripped over Billy’s leather jacket, which was lying haphazardly on the ground. The river was rushing much faster than usual, spurred on by the rain, and there, clinging to a tree branch, were Max and Billy.

“Holy shit,” you said, but you were already taking off your jacket and kicking off your shoes.

They both turned their heads towards you, but Max was hardly keeping her head above water. Billy was holding on the branch with one arm and her with the other.

For a moment, you wondered about running to get help, but then the branch they were holding onto creaked, and you knew there was no time.

You waded into the water. It was bitingly cold, but you barely felt it. The rocks were rough on your feet, as you struggled over to them.

There was a slight bank, where the water was moving slower. The water was about waist deep there, but you were still a good ten feet from Max and Billy.

You met Billy’s eyes. He was watching you, wide-eyed. You didn’t think you’d ever seen him express an emotion that wasn’t anger or cockiness before. He was clearly petrified.

You waded deeper, until the water was up to your armpits. You were closer to them now. You reached out for them, and Billy pushed Max in your direction.

With Billy’s help, you managed to catch hold of her hands, dragging her into your arms.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you,” you said, trying to soothe her. She was breathing shallowly. “Let’s get back to the shore.”

Wading out was harder than wading in. You managed to get Max’s feet on the ground again, pulling her back into the shallows. As soon as you were sure she wasn’t about to get swept away, you let go of her.

“Are you hurt?” you asked her, and she shook her head. “I need you to run and get Hopper, okay?” She nodded, stumbling out of the water.

You turned back to Billy. He was still clinging to the branch for dear life. You saw that he had managed to drag himself further up the branch, closer to the shallows, but the branch itself still looked very precarious.

His eyes were on you. Watching. Waiting to see what you would do. You wondered if he thought you were going to leave him there. He might think you’d do that, but you never would. He might’ve been an asshole who made fun of you all the time, but you weren’t going to let him drown.

You waded back in, dragging yourself over to the near-end of branch he was clinging to. He was close now, maybe five feet away.

You set your feet apart and held your hand out to him. For a moment, he looked at you, uncertain.

Then he put his hand out. You grasped at it, just out of reach. You were deeper now than you’d wanted to be, but you had his hand now. It was big and cold, covering yours entirely.

“Y/N? Y/N?” From somewhere behind you, you heard Steve calling you. Maybe Max had run into him on her way to find Hopper. You couldn’t risk turning to look at him.

“It’s okay,” you said to Billy. “I’ve got you.”

Then the branch snapped, and the current dragged you both into the deeper water.

Next Chapter

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Hello im coming to hit you with some small tidbits and also my own little thoughts ive had with my own durge because of it :D (this got long because adhd go brr; tldr, you can totally play durge as a weapon without real autonomy due to Bhaal and his possessing of the Durge, and i went all in on that and also the Pining TM) One thing that Sceleritas will apparently tell you (and I believe I read this elsewhere on tumblr) was that the most awful thing he ever saw you do was (checks notes) give gold to a beggar. There's also times with the durge where, when dealing with like, sweet things, they feel physically sick at the sweetness of it/the person/their own actions? And its implied that that feeling comes from Bhaal, and it almost feels like Bhaal is essentially sneering at the act in your blood and its like an intrusive thought that the durge has to push away and push through if you lean less Murder Hobo with them. Theres an especially good example in the Grove with Arabela when you can potentially send the kid to her death or you can push through that thought and instead focus on saving her and the narrator describes it as you taking a breath and willing the thoughts away to retain some clarity. Combined with the fact that the durge often has like,,,, detox symptoms? And can outright state when talking to Sarevok if you become an Unholy Assassin and play their little game and be a good Bhaalspawn, that you wished Bhaal trusted you enough to not possess you and use you against your will, so the game even leaves room for a Durge to turn against Bhaal, not even out of morality or inherent goodness, which can also 100% be played up and played into, but rather out of an autonomy issue, that sure, maybe they are a murderer, but at least now itll be 100% their choice who and when and how, and not a thing that literally overtakes them and possesses them Exorcist style minus the pea soup! When I played my Durge who was made specifically with Gortash in mind, Miri, she was actively walking backward on her history- blending in with the cult in Moonrise, trying to find notes and letters and talking to anyone who might've known her before to see what was up. But i never actually leaned into being a Bhaalspawn, I actually played her pragmatically. She was a bit of an ice queen and could be cruel, cold, callous but she was ultimately a strategist. But its that call to her history - not Bhaal but just,,,, knowing who she was, finding her identity that was so cruelly stolen from her, however messy and horrific it, she, mightve been, and then with Gortash, that turns up to 11 because "holy shit theres been a little hole inside me until i finally made my way back here, back to you, and you knew me, holy shit i feel like i know you, i feel like i trust you and i feel like you're the first person i dont want to have to kill, oh no you were important somehow before but how?" which turns into "Am I too different now? Is too much of me gone for you to feel whatever you might've felt, the feeling that is tugging at me too?" and the answer is no, because its still her and it was never just about being a bhaalspawn; she admired and respected him and it was the same back; two abused, lost, cruel people, who found one person they didnt want to be like that with, didnt *need* to be like that with, because they accepted one another (and also also the way Gortash is like huh im surprised you turned on bhaal but now the power we obtain will be ours and you wont even have a god in the mix so that means all the more power to you and you alone <3) Anyways i think im actually in love with this stupid man and gortash with an OC, tav or durge, is my Roman Empire

aww thanks for sharing! I think my biggest “issue” with Durgetash is the whole reveling in being bad together, mostly brought on by Durge (?). Personally (like yay for anyone who finds that appealing) I find being a cruel, manipulative, murdering power couple to be boring. It’s always easier to be evil than good. The world isn’t inherently fair. it comes with the territory.

It’s why Gortash is the most interesting to me when he offers a Tav a coalition. He seems gray with his morals, pragmatic, not picky about what gives him the control he so desperately craves. Durge (in most portrayals, but I’m really thankful for your version, which I thinks is very interesting) is often portrayed as someone reveling in the murder and all the bad. This whole heehee-haha we’ll murder the world vibe for a pre-tadpole Durgetash is just… I don’t connect to a character who had no redeeming backstory other than a sudden bout of amnesia?

But it seems like the portrayals I’ve seen of Durge so far have been more caricatures, more exaggerated, and that’s okay (again not trying to judge, it’s just my personal preference). If there could be a version of Durge that always struggled with the murder? Who didn’t eat people because that’s their thing? Who didn’t fuck corpses because they were into it?

Yeah. I can work with that. That’s a story of breaking free, of redemption and reinvention. Yes, I like that.

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Oh a fellow Rika lover! Any thoughts on her as a whole? Everyone views her differently and she's certainly a very complex character with lots of layers to her (another reason why she's one of my faves!). Maybe how would you interpret her own happy ending?

Hello, fellow Rika lover!!

I'll put my thoughts under a "read more", partially because I fear this will get lengthy and partially because I know Rika is a sensitive subject for many people!

Also putting a TW for SA and general abuse!

Honestly, I find Rika to be an extremely relatable character, at least from my perspective. She's a good (albeit exaggerated) example of what can happen if people who need help are abandoned.

A rough background is never justification for crime, but it can help explain it. This is a girl whose earliest memories are in an orphanage, who only had one person she could rely on. When she was stripped away from Mika, she at least thought she would have a happy, loving family.

Instead she lived a life where abuse came at her from all angles. Emotional and psychological abuse by her mother, physical and sexual abuse from the priest. She was treated like she was worthless--no, worse. She was treated like she was evil, a scourge upon the earth, devilspawn that would plague everything she touched.

She didn't want to be evil. She genuinely wanted to be a good girl and just have someone love her and be proud of her. But she turned to that "devil" that everyone made her out to be as a defense mechanism. If it kept her safe... how could it be a devil?

She genuinely strove to be a good person. She took in Sally, a stray, because she saw her own loneliness and neglect in that dog. She did originally want to use charity to help others. She went to a different church from the one she grew up attending, so that she could have a fresh life where nobody would judge her from the second she arrived, and she could actually help out.

The problem is that she still was missing that love. By the time she met V, she was... 18, if I recall correctly? 18 years of being unloved. By then she figured she had to be someone else, put on a mask in order to be liked, let alone loved.

And V was her sun. V, who could capture beauty and warmth in photos that Rika could have only dreamed of. She saw light and love and passion in his work. Truly, Rika at her core is a romantic, because V was genuinely surprised to hear her explanations and theories of his photos. He was the one who said, "Huh. It wasn't that deep for me, but part of the charm of art is that it means something different to everyone who sees it. I'd love to hear more about your beautiful, romantic visions of my pieces."

She saw his sunlight and wanted it for herself. But just having the sun in her arms wasn't enough. When V started calling Rika his sun, too... she wanted to become the sun. Because she saw the sun as a mother who gave a warm embrace to all of her children on earth. Rika had never known that warmth, and she needed it. Physically, mentally, emotionally.

Of course, we all saw how everything spiraled when Mika was dying, when Sally died, when Rika turned into a black hole that began to suck up the sun. V didn't--and couldn't--give her what she needed, and she snapped.

Candidly, I don't think that's too unrealistic. Growing up in an environment of abuse, and reaching out desperately to be loved but everything keeps falling apart around you. She went into survival mode, and that meant relying on her "devil." The darkness inside her protected her, and she couldn't give up on it entirely when it had saved her time and again. She didn't want to give into dark desires, but she felt that she had to. She genuinely wanted to be the sun.

And I think that's something people miss in Another Story. In casual & deep, she's too far gone. But Another Story, she still has a tiny fragment of hope of being able to love and be loved. That's why she's so desperate to form her "happy family", and why she goes off the wall when Ray disobeys her. She doesn't know how a mother is supposed to love. She never had that love. It's not good, it's not excusable, and it's not pretty.

But it's all she knew.

Rika is someone who had more masks than she had names (and she had three of those). She never was able to just exist as herself, always trying to fit a mold someone made for her (i.e. her mother), or to become someone else who lived a life she wanted (i.e. V). She lost herself along the way.

I think she genuinely loved the RFA, and to a certain extent did believe she could "save" them. She advertised Mint Eye as a haven for other outcasts, as a place where those who'd been scorned by the rest of the world could find solace and love. She had to become their sun, their Savior.

But Rika never had anybody to save her.

Now, common critiques are that she should've gone to therapy longer. And let me tell you, if you have a bad therapist? You don't want to go back. There is nothing more emotionally taxing than pouring out your heart and fears and insecurities and troubles to a stranger. Sometimes you get lucky, and you get someone who's patient and understanding and willing to work with you.

Sometimes you get a horrible person who invalidates your feelings, talks over you, and flat-out tells you, "You're too unstable for me to handle. Go get on medication then come back to me." (Speaking from experience, here.)

And that hurts! Having someone spit on the very essence of your soul! Picking yourself back up to find another therapist and pray things go better is... it's one of the toughest things a person can do. I can't blame Rika if she had a terrible therapist.

Plenty of people like to blame V, and let's be honest, he has his faults too. He couldn't give Rika the love she needed because he was so focused on fixing her. No, seriously, he went, "I can fix her. I can help her." But he's someone else whose intentions were pure. He saw how his father abandoned his mother, and he never wanted to do that. He saw a woman in need, and he thought of his mother. He had to help her. His conscience told him to, and he didn't want another ghost on his hands. He's self-sacrificing to a fault, and he's also insanely stubborn. He decided he'd follow her to hell and back to save her. It wasn't love, it was obsession, and he didn't realize that until it was too late. It was a moral fixation.

They both needed help. They weren't right for each other. But they clung to each other and fed off each other, and that's why V has a tragic end in every route but his own. Rika doesn't even get that.

So, I don't condone Rika's actions. But I can say that it's easy to see how someone with pure intentions and a will to do good... can lose themselves in a world that is so vile and full of malice, hate, despair, and suffering. I see Rika, and I see my own struggles to stay afloat in a world that wants me dead, as a queer Jewish AFAB person living in Florida. I see my own struggles with narcissistic parents and how I'm constantly second-guessing my thoughts and feelings. But I digress.

Anyway, a happy ending for Rika? Cottagecore lesbian. I'm not even kidding. Gosh, she's so lesbian-coded. Don't get me started. Nope, I'm starting, but I'll keep it brief.

Basically, oppressive Catholic upbringing telling her she's a devil who's going to hell no matter what and she has to take the abuse if she wants to be saved. She clings to the first person who shows remotely any interest in her well-being and thinks it's love. Rika is a lesbian who had to suppress her feelings or else damn herself further, and she clung to a man in a serious case of compulsory heterosexuality because he was kind to her and she was not accustomed to that. Look at the V bad ending where she seduces MC. She has way more chemistry with MC than she ever did with V. That's a comphet lesbian with gender envy of her ex, your honor.

Let her live in a cottage in the woods, far from the hustle & bustle of the city. Let her live alone with a woman where they bake pies and cross-stitch and read and just exist peacefully. Get her another puppy. She needs peace, fresh air, and grass.

Screenshots to show that I'm not just pulling my Rika analysis out of thin air, lol.

She's extremely insecure and has horrible fear of abandonment. But she was failed at so many levels: the orphanage, the church, V, therapy.

I want nothing more than to see Rika be happy.

[upwards-descent]

Good News

"I'm coming, I'm coming!"

Adithi yelled at the phone as if it could hear her or stop ringing by voice command alone. She plucked up the landline from the receiver and made sure she sounded as warm and hospitable as possible.

"Thank you for calling the Joshi residence, this is Adithi speaking, how may I help you?"

The other line was quiet for a moment and her brow furrowed in confusion. Had the caller hung up already? Before she could repeat her greeting, a familiar voice finally spoke up.

"Hey, sorry, as soon as I dialed something came up."

"Ah, Vikkie, so nice for you to call," A big smile crossed Adithi's face immediately. It was always a treat when her only child called out of nowhere. "Do you need something, meri jaan?" 

"I've got huge news, mama, I'm hoping you're gonna freak as much as I think you are."

"Uh huh, tell me then, so I may 'freak' over it."

Vikram went quiet again. There was a little shuffling, the clink of metal on metal. Finally, he piped up again, his voice soft.

"... He said he loves me back."

Adithi went silent, eyes wide, heart pounding. For some unknown reason, she glanced at the clock on the wall, maybe to confirm that this was real and she wasn't dreaming. 

"Who said so, Vikkie?" She asked, just to be safe.

"Remember I was telling you guys about my assistant? Otto, the uh. Y'know. The robot. He uhm. He said he loves me back."

Even if he sounded nervous, Adithi knew her son well. She could hear the smile in his tone, practically feel the anxiously excited energy radiating off of him and through the phone. There was a delay to her reaction in kind but as soon as she found her voice, she used it.

"Vikkie!!!" She squealed, almost jumping in place, she was so amped. "Ohh, that's wonderful! You have to bring him over as soon as possible for dinner--" She turned her mouth away from the receiver to yell down the hall. "Yuvraj!!! Do you still have the number for those cleaners? This house must be SPOTLESS for when Vikkie visits next!"

"Did something happen?" Yuvraj called back from his office. "Good news?"

"VERY good news!" Adithi's attention shifted rapidly back to her son. "Oh, this is so amazing!!!"

"Called it," Vikram sounded adorably smug. "No big rush though, okay? Otto doesn't have a digestive system but I'm making him one from scratch so he can enjoy your cooking."

Adithi felt tears peck at her eyes. No wonder her son cried so damn much, he got it from her.

"You're building this man a stomach and such just to eat our food?" She sniffled.

"Aiiie, mama, it's okay, don't cry! I've been wanting to since I first got him but you guys definitely motivated me. He's gotta have baba's vindaloo."

"You are absolutely right, Vikkie," Adithi nodded like a soldier, her tears vanishing as she got serious. "I'll have to go shopping, get some really good tea, and make the best cookies. I've got my work cut out for me."

"Glad I could add some excitement to your guys' retirement," Vikram laughed, bright and full and his mother felt another pang of delight. It was always so nice when he sounded happy. "I'll give you guys a heads up once I'm ready, 'kay? Gotta make sure whatever he eats doesn't wind up melting his circuits or some shit."

"You tell us right away, okay? This is serious."

"Of course, mama! You two are top priority, always. I gotta go now, work stuff. Love you!"

"Love you, too, Vikkie." Adithi smacked a loud kiss against the receiver, hearing one last bubbly laugh before her son hung up.

Yuvraj toddled out of his office shortly after, holding up his latest project. 

"Ooh, is that the Lego Sydney Opera house?" Adithi shook her head with passion, physically dusting off the distraction. "Yuvraj! Our son is in love and his loved one loves him back!"

"Of course he does," Yuvraj scoffed, moving to set the plastic architecture down. "Anyone our Vikkie sets his sights on will come to love him, easy. I'm not surprised."

"You could at least act excited about it," Adithi huffed before she went to fetch her grandmother's cookbook. "Vikkie wants you to make him-- make Otto your vindaloo."

"Ooh. Okay," Now Yuvraj looked interested. "We'll have to go shopping."

Adithi only laughed. Great minds think alike.