#which came first- the fixation or the corruption? i think it was the fixation

[dyhayc]

A Polaroid Is Worth A Thousand Words

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader (Fluff, Humour, Smut)

Summary: It’s summer break! You, your boyfriend, and your friends go on a road trip to meet with the Byers in California. Chaos ensues

Word Count: 7.9k

Warnings: Self-esteem issues/previous negative body image, MDNI 18+, explicit consent, protected sex, innocence kink, corruption kink, praise kink, a little dumbification, a little hand kink, a little oral fixation, a hint of temperature play, a hint of a choking kink, fingering, piv penetration, semi-public sex, virgin!reader, blatant misuse of a popsicle

A/N: I was inspired to write this because I had to pack for my vacation to a beach area. I know this is pretty divergent from my regular stuff. I try to write fluff only (and honestly this is my first time writing anything nsfw) but I’ve been thinking about this specific scenario a lot and I had a long plane ride so… yea. The intrusive horny thoughts won today

Also most of this was written pre-part 2 so I’m just gonna ignore cannon lmao. I actually haven’t watched it yet (I made the mistake of opening Tumblr because I forgot it was July 1st and instantly saw a spoiler, so I’m aware of… things). This can be considered an AU because I know that it doesn’t match up with s4 pt2 at all

The last sentence is a gift for all the people who miss Eddie

Light wash or dark wash? A dilemma that has taken twenty precious minutes from your life. Space in your luggage is limited, and you’re too indecisive to make a choice. Which pair of jeans to bring isn’t the first tough fashion decision you’ve had to make tonight. Over half of your closet is scattered around you. Clothes on hangers struggle to grip onto every ledge available in your room.

Typically, you’d pick the most comfortable clothes from your closet and call it a day, but you and Eddie made a deal. He’d told you that if ‘86 was his year, it would be yours too. At first, you pretended not to know what he was talking about, but he’d just raised his eyebrow, and you knew he knew.

High school had caused a lot of insecurities about your body, mainly because of your “friends” who were catty at best and downright rude at worst. Every day, they’d rate each other’s outfits. However, when it came to you, they always commented about your body rather than your clothes. There had never been a day where you’d felt comfortable in your skin. Getting together with Eddie was one of the best things to happen to you. He helped you to gain your confidence back after years of suppression. He’d always gone out of his way to help you; it was how you’d met.

It was dark that night. The grey storm clouds looming over Hawkins threatened to release a torrent of rain at a moment's notice. They’d been around for days, intimidating but never actually storming. Unfortunately, luck was not on your side. The rain was predicted to pour the night of your graduation.

Even though graduating is a momentous occasion, the ceremony was boring beyond belief. The school had been too cheap to rent a venue, so the entire class of ‘85 and the accompanying families were squeezed into the gym. The speeches were shallow, it smelled like homecoming, Tammy Thompson performed a horrendous rendition of your class song, and to top it all off: you didn’t even get your diploma, just the holder. Everyone had to return with an ID the next day to get the real thing.

Afterward, you were dying to get home, but your friends wanted to attend some grad party. And by “grad party,” they meant going to an abandoned barn and getting shitfaced with half the class. Parties had never been your thing, much less one where everyone would be so fucked up. Maybe you were naive and wanted to believe your friends cared about you, but you didn’t expect them to be so upset that you didn’t want to go.

Thinking you would be hanging out with your friends, your family had left. To make matters worse, it was sprinkling meaning the storm had finally started. If you walked home, the rain would only fall harder, meaning you would get soaked. You asked your friends to drop you off at home, but they said, “The only place we’re going is the party. You’re either coming with, or you’re walking.”

You walked.

Down the jagged streets, you trekked for a few blocks. It was miserable. Your heels hurt your feet, but there was no way you’d walk through the muck and debris barefooted. Your robes were massive, inconvenient, and so thin the wind blew right through you. You were right about the rain. Effectively soaked, you were sure you’d be sick the next day. The disappointment got to you. What was supposed to be a happy day felt impossibly terrible. Sniffling, you weren’t sure if the water on your face was tears or raindrops.

A pair of headlights blinded you, so you raised your arm over your eyes to block the brightness. Brakes screech as the vehicle comes to a stop. Lowering your arm, you see the driver’s side window roll down. Inside is someone you never expected: Eddie Munson.

He seems as confused as you but leans out the window to shout over the wind, “Need a ride?” Considering your options, walk home and potentially get frostbite or ride in a van safe from the rain, you chose the van. Thinking back, it was stupid to trust a man in a van offering to drive you home in the middle of the night, but in the moment, the thought that he may be dangerous hadn’t even crossed your mind.

Running across the street, you open the door and put your soaked cap and holder into the van. Thank goodness they hadn’t given you your actual diploma; it would’ve been ruined in the storm. You unzip the gown, shimmy out of the thin, itchy fabric, and then sit in his passenger seat and shut the door. Embarrassed about the massive wet spot you’re going to leave, you mutter shyly, “Sorry about your seats, Eddie.”

You realize too late you’ve used his name, despite never talking to him before, but he didn’t seem to notice. Instead, he was distracted by the beautiful and, quite frankly, fancy dress you wore underneath your gown. So distracted, he took a second too long to respond, “It’s fine. This van has seen worse.” Unsure of what he means, you don’t reply and buckle your seat belt. He continues, “So, where are you headed? The party is the other way, y’know.”

You wrinkle your nose as tears gather in your eyes again. Vigorously shaking your head, you declare, “I wanna go home.” His eyes soften when you tack on a weak “please,” to your request.

He nods, “Of course. Where do you live?” You notice how his tone becomes gentler, his energy lowering to match your mood. He accommodates you effortlessly, but the thought only hurts your heart, knowing your friends would never do that for you. Hearing your address, he pulls a u-turn and drives toward your house.

You’re both silent, but he keeps glancing at you. Finally, he voices the words he’d been holding back, “Are you okay?” There’s hesitance in his voice as if he doesn’t know whether or not the question will break the relatively calm air of the ride. You genuinely consider ignoring him for a moment before deciding that would be incredibly rude.

Fidgeting with your fingers, you attempt to summarize your night, “I just- Well, after graduating, my friends wanted to go to the party, but I didn’t. I don’t know why they got mad. I guess they didn’t want to drive over to my house cause it’s out of the way. I live far from school, so I kinda get it, I guess.” You couldn’t help but make excuses for them. You didn’t know any better.

Though you couldn’t, Eddie recognized how toxic your friends were and pointed it out, “Sounds like you have shitty friends. A real friend would’ve driven you anywhere you wanted.” You stare at your feet. Deep down, you’ve always known your friends weren’t good for you, but they were comfortable, familiar. He just voices the thoughts you’ve been too scared to acknowledge yourself.

Internally, you rewatch every moment they’d treated you poorly, every time they’d disregarded your feelings, every time they’d been… shitty. “You’re right,” you say softly before laughing in disbelief and repeating louder, “you’re right. They are shitty friends. I can’t believe I didn’t know.” Turning to look at him, you smile, “Thank you.”

He seems baffled at your sudden realization, unsure if you’re being serious, but he still smiles back. “Y’know,” he offers, “Since you’re now friendless, you’re gonna need new friends.” Your eyes widen in alarm. How could you forget? Seeing your panic, he quickly adds, “Maybe I could be your friend?”

Insecurities bubble in your chest, and you question, “But what if you don’t like me? Like, when you get to know me?” Right as you voice your concerns, he pulls up to your house. Parking in front of your home, he unbuckles his seatbelt and turns in his seat.

“Why don’t we get to know each other right now? I have nowhere else to be.” Almost six months later, you’d found out that he had somewhere else to be: the party. He was planning on making bank from the drunk graduates who wanted to party hard. The funds he could’ve gotten probably would’ve paid for two or three months’ rent.

You agreed to chat, excited he wanted to talk to you. Both of you had stayed up for hours talking about anything and everything. You’d only left because you got so tired your eyelids wouldn’t stay open. For the next few months, you saw Eddie around a lot. You also met your new best friends, Steve and Robin, during that time. Working at Scoops-Ahoy was a fun, positive experience. It was even more exciting when Eddie would visit you, though Steve and Robin teased you endlessly for it. At least, it was fun until the “mall fire,” when you experienced the horrors of the Upside Down for the first time.

When news spread about the disaster, Eddie spent hours searching for you. When you’d finally been reunited, he’d confessed that the experience made him realize he couldn’t deal with the idea of losing you. At first, you were confused and thought he was trying to break off your friendship, but he realized you didn’t understand and told you point-blank he wanted to be your boyfriend. You were ecstatic and rushed to let your friends know about your new relationship. They had been excited for you, though Robin and Steve told Eddie privately that if he hurt you, he’d be in deep shit.

Your first date had been perfect. He took you to a park for a picnic. His cooking skills were… subpar, but it’s the thought that counts, and he had obviously tried very hard to please you. And, if that wasn’t enough, he gave you a polaroid camera. He said it was because he wanted to capture every beautiful moment with you. Your teasing about his cheesiness was to cover the way your heart swooned at how sweet he was.

Smiling at the memory, you search through your things to get the camera. Finding it in your dresser drawer, you grab a bunch of extra film and some colourful markers to shove in your backpack. Even though you’ve successfully packed a few items, there’s still the wardrobe dilemma left. With a groan, you return to your jeans and begin the internal debate again.

It takes a few hours of sorting and a break to eat dinner, but you’ve finally chosen all the clothes you want to bring. Now, all that’s left is your swimsuits. You grab a one-piece to be conservative, though it’s not your style. Going back in, you pull out a few mismatched high-waisted bottoms and bikini tops. Putting those away, you move to shut your drawer but hesitate.

Last summer, you were heading to work when you saw the cutest bikini set in the window of a store. It had a strawberry print and frilly detailing with ties on the top and bottom to adjust the size. That swimsuit haunted your thoughts your entire shift, so when you headed home for the day, you bought it. You were at the peak of your negative self-image then, so you never wore the bikini out. It was pretty, but it drew attention to insecurities you hadn’t felt comfortable showing in public.

You’re still not sure if you have the confidence to wear it, but your promise to Eddie makes you bring it anyway. If this is supposed to be your year, you want to wear your favourite bikini. And, if you have doubts, you can probably ask Robin what she thinks? She wouldn’t lie to you.

Content with everything in your luggage, you head to bed and mentally prepare to be stuck in a car with Dustin for hours. You love him like a little brother, but he does not do well when he can’t move around.

You slept in a little that morning, getting up at ten. Sitting in a car is oddly tiring, so you’ll definitely need that extra rest. Gathering up your luggage, you move it to your door. Everyone agreed to meet at your house, so you can chill in the kitchen until noon. You know they’re not going to arrive when they said they would.

Though you love him, Eddie is a hot mess who arrives at least fifteen minutes late to every event. He calls it “fashionably late,” and you agree, but for different reasons: he can’t decide what accessories to wear, so he’s never on time. Steve always wakes up late but still insists on doing his perfect hairstyle. Robin is just a disaster who can’t stick to a schedule to save her life. You adore your friends, but you also tell them to come an hour before you expect them to arrive. That way, they’re on time even if they’re running behind (and all of them always are). It doesn’t help that they’re picking up people today, which adds even more time to their arrivals.

It’s 12:26 when you hear Eddie’s favourite band faintly through your walls. Walking to the door to greet him, you lean against the pillar on your porch to watch his van pull up. You can hear Eddie bickering with Lucas and Max from your spot fifteen feet away. The second the van stops, Mike jumps out and walks towards you. “Hey,” you greet, “Fighting already?”

He rolls his eyes and replies ‘yea’ in an annoyed tone but doesn’t elaborate on the issue further. He makes a beeline for your kitchen, leaving you outside alone. Eddie is the next to go, and you watch him slam the car door aggressively before lighting up when he notices you on the porch. He throws his arms up into the air and exclaims, “My angel!” as he comes closer. He moves his outstretched hands to cup your face and whispers, “How did I get so lucky?”

You giggle, flustered, and mumble, “I think I’m the lucky one.”

He shakes his head and responds, “Wrong!” Before you can refute him, he leans in to kiss you. You reciprocate the kiss and wrap your arms around his waist to draw him closer. Both of you are too preoccupied to notice the other two kids, Lucas and Max, getting out of the van too.

Max passes you both without a word, but Lucas wrinkles his nose and makes it a point to comment, “Gross. Get a room,” as he goes into your home.

Eddie pulls away and yells after Lucas, “Be careful what you wish for. She lives here y’know!” Lucas groans, and you can hear him complaining to Mike and Max in your kitchen. You’ve never had sex before, mainly because you wanted to feel more confident in your body before doing something so intimate, but regardless, the threat is meaningless. Though, Lucas doesn’t know that. You laugh at your boyfriend, and he looks at you with his pretty doe eyes, currently filled with mischief, “What?”

Amused, you just shake your head and slip out of his grasp. Walking inside, you remember your luggage and turn around. Moving it all to the doorway, you clasp your hands and give him a little pout, “Will you help me?”

He laughs at your antics and starts grabbing your bags, “You didn’t have to pout to get my help, baby.”

Kissing his cheek, you thank him with a grin. While he’s stuffing your things in the back of his van, Steve pulls up. Robin rolls down the side window when you walk up. You greet them and get a chorus of hellos in return. Leaning your forearms on the car door, you tell Dustin the others are inside, so he runs off to talk to his friends. “Hi, Nance! I haven’t seen you in a while.”

Moving her head so she can see you, she smiles and replies, “Yea, it has been a while.” In high school, you ran in parallel social circles. Occasionally, you’d talk, but it wasn’t typical. After everything that happened with the Upside Down, you got closer. Last night, she’d slept over at Robin’s place, where you would’ve been too if you hadn’t procrastinated on packing.

Robin points out, “You’ll be stuck in a car together for a few hours. There’s plenty of time to catch up.”

Dramatically, you sigh and pout, “I wish you could be with us too, Rob.” Reaching into the car, you rest your hand on her shoulder and give Steve puppy eyes.

He cuts in, unamused, “No. I am not gonna be stuck babysitting again.” He points his finger at you, “If you wanna talk to Robin, you’ll have to sit in my car.”

Though you knew he was gonna say that, you still sigh and pat Robin’s shoulder, “Sorry, best friend.” Moving out of their way, they all get out of Steve’s car and disperse. You watch them go inside as Eddie comes up next to you. Grabbing his hand, you tug him towards your house, “C’mon, we gotta call Ms. Byers.”

When planning your trip, you agreed to call Joyce before you left. She wanted to make sure she’d have space ready for all of you to sleep. You’d tried to tell her you’d get rooms at a motel or hotel, but she’d insisted on letting you stay. She’d said it would be too expensive, and, honestly? She was right.

Everyone is in the kitchen area hanging out and chatting, so you go straight to the phone and call your friends in California. Jonathan picks up the line and slurs, “Uh, hello?” It’s obvious he had been asleep moments before. You tell him it’s you, and he responds, “Are you guys heading out now?”

You’re about to reply when Dustin comes up and asks to say something. You tell him it’s not Will on the phone, but all the teens have crowded around, expecting to speak to him. Relinquishing control, you let them do whatever it is they do. You learned early on that it’s best to just get out of the way.

Checking in with the rest of the group, you offer snacks and water if they forgot to pack anything. Everyone seems to be content with their things, though, so you just get water for yourself and Eddie. You know he’ll forget them if you put them on the counter, so you hand him both bottles. He radiates warmth that draws you in, you can’t resist leaning against his side. Glancing up, you see him softly smiling down at you, so you return it in kind.

Mike hangs up the receiver loudly, getting everyone’s attention. “They know we’re coming,” he announces, “We should leave now.” Desperation bleeds through his voice, obviously eager to get to El. You agree and usher everyone out of your kitchen. Heading out to the cars, the group splits into two. Going with Eddie is you, Dustin, and Nancy. Following Steve is Robin, Mike, Lucas, and Max. Ironically, Steve is taking more people even though he has the smaller car, but it had taken a long fight to get to these positions in the first place.

There had been quite a few rules put in place that limited the placements of people:

1. You’re riding with Eddie (that was non-negotiable)

2. Nancy didn’t want to be in the same car as Mike

3. Dustin insisted he be put with you and Eddie

4. Steve threatened not to come if he was put in a car with only younger teens

5. Lucas and Max requested to sit next to each other

The battle had been brutal, taking over two hours. Luckily, you’d been able to make seating arrangements that pleased everyone. People disperse to their respective rides as you slide into Eddie’s passenger seat, putting your backpack between your feet on the floor. The second he turns on the van, you lower the volume. Dustin leans forward with his walkie in hand, “We’re Eagle One. Steve’s car is Eagle Two.”

“When did we decide that?” you ask, confused.

He responds, “In the kitchen,” before turning on the walkie to talk to the other car, “Eagle Two, this is Eagle One, come in.”

Mike’s filtered voice comes through, sounding agitated, “No way. We’re Eagle One, you’re Eagle Two.”

Recognizing the beginning of a fight, you snatch the walkie out of his hand to break it up, “Dustin used Eagle One first, we call dibs.” You turn down the volume and toss it back to Dustin, who leans back in his seat and listens to what Lucas and Mike are saying.

Eddie glances over and chuckles, “Didn’t expect you to side with Henderson, babe.”

You stick your tongue out at him and jokingly say, “I have to throw him a bone sometimes, Eds.” Dustin exclaims indignantly in the background, but you ignore him. Nancy finally makes her way to the van, so you ask, “Everybody here? Are we ready to go?”

Eddie does a head count, though you only have four people, while Dustin calls over to the other car to check they have all their passengers. Confident you won’t leave anyone behind, Eddie pulls out, and Steve follows. Earlier in the week, your friends gathered any relevant maps they had for the trip. You volunteered to be the navigator, so they were all given to you. The route is pretty simple, though. The hardest part of your trip will be finding places to sleep.

The Hawkins scenery passes by for the first fifteen minutes until you merge onto I-80 West. From there, just follow the highway until you arrive in California. The drive should take about 35 hours, split into three to four days, depending on how much driving is done each day.

Watching grass and trees out your window gets old quickly, so you catch up with Nancy. She rests her elbows on the center console while you’re turned in your seat so you can talk closer together. After a while, you’re both gossiping instead, giggling at stupid rumours about Steve. Eddie seems to enjoy them and says he’ll remember to tease Steve about them later.

Both cars need gas, so you take a pit stop. Hopping out, you walk in circles to stretch your legs. Robin joins you and complains about Steve’s music choices. Teasing her, you laugh, “You’re in the loser car. What did you expect?” She glares and jokingly pushes you out of the way to walk inside the store.

Trailing behind Robin, you beg her to buy you an Icee. To your surprise, she does. You thank her endlessly, excited to drink it. Taking it back to the van, you show the slushie off and tell Eddie that Robin bought it for you. He jokes, “Is Robin your sugar mommy now?”

You stick your Icee-stained tongue out at him, and he takes a picture. You’re thrown off for a moment. You didn’t know he took the polaroid camera out of your bag. Huffing, you set down your Icee and try to steal the photo from his hands. He has much longer arms than you, so it doesn’t work out. Sitting back, you whine, “Why do you even want it, Eddie? I brought my camera to take exciting pictures.”

He laughs at your desperation to get the polaroid back and hits your forehead with it, “Every moment with you is exciting, sweetheart.”

The moment is ruined abruptly. “Why are you two being so lovey-dovey?” Mike questions as he settles in where Nancy had been sitting.

You counter, “Why are you being so dumb?” as you snatch the polaroid from Eddie’s hands. The developed picture turned out surprisingly well, so you decide to keep it.

“You’re not the Wheeler I expected,” Eddie comments dryly, also annoyed at the ruined atmosphere. Mike explains that Nancy asked to switch until the next pit stop; you all leave it at that. The last one to arrive, Dustin hops in with a bag of chips, and you’re on the road again.

Instead of listening to Eddie’s mixtapes, you turn on the radio this time. Flipping through channels, you settle on a random choice. There isn’t much of a selection out in rural Indiana. It gets warm in the car, but the breeze feels fantastic when you lower the windows. You all sit in silence as the smell of dry grass and humidity fills your lungs. The wind is so loud it drowns out the radio, but you don’t mind.

A new song starts, and from what you can hear, it sounds familiar. Turning it up, you realize it’s Mamma Mia, and you crank the volume higher. Laughing in delight, you sing along loudly to the lyrics. To your surprise, Eddie sings too. Dustin says something, but you can’t hear it, and you're definitely not gonna stop singing just to hear his most-likely cynical remark.

He gives up trying to convey what he was saying, instead turning up the volume on the walkie. To your surprise, you can hear Robin and Nancy singing along with you from the other car. The song is over, but everyone’s energy is still high. Rolling up your window, you listen to the group singing along with the radio, occasionally joining in when you recognize a song.

The time passes quickly with the new distraction, and soon enough, you’re at the second pit stop. Steve needed to go to the bathroom, so you found the nearest rest stop. Even though it’s going to be quick, you ask Eddie to photograph you underneath a huge tree. He gets one polaroid before Nancy notices and asks if you want her to take a photo of you both. Posing together, she snaps a picture of you and hands back the camera.

When Steve comes out of the restroom, you get an idea and have Eddie ask a stranger to take a photo of your entire group together. Corralling everyone together is a difficult task, only matched by trying to get them to pose for the camera. The end result is worth it, though, the picture is cute, and everyone looks great.

When you return to the cars, Dustin and Mike switch out for Robin and Nancy. Dustin makes it a point for you to be cautious with his walkie as he passes it, claiming, “with great power comes great responsibility.” You promise him you’ll keep it safe as you take it.

Steve is pissed that he’s “stuck babysitting” even though he threatened to ditch if that happened, but Eddie reminds him he’s too far to go back. Aggravated, Steve hisses at the teens to get in the car as he grumbles under his breath. Part of you feels bad, but another part is happy to finally hang out with Robin.

The ensuing conversation is chaotic. Most of your time is spent arguing about stupid things that don’t matter, but you’re grateful because they fill the time. Robin tried to walkie Steve once, wanting to include him in the conversation, but he was still mad, so he ghosted her.

It’s around 9:30 when you stop at a motel for the night. Anyone who has an income helps to pay for the two rooms. Sorting out luggage, Eddie takes both of yours to the room. You two get a bed, Nancy and Robin get the second, and Steve gets the couch. There’s a line for the shower, so you check up on the younger teens. They’re just watching some stupid horror movie, sprawled out randomly on the two beds. Deciding they’re fine, you tease them, “Don’t get nightmares,” before returning to your room.

The water is freezing, so you shower and brush your teeth quickly. You dress in your typical pajamas, one of Eddie’s t-shirts and a pair of shorts. Your movements are sluggish, the tiredness hitting you suddenly. Reaching your bed, you flop down onto the mattress. Eddie’s the last to shower, so you warn him the water’s cold as he walks away. The alarm clock next to the bed glares 10:13 in bright red lettering.

Huffing, you sit up and crawl under the sheets to try and get comfortable. Steve and Robin are already knocked out, but Nancy is still awake. She has the lamp on as she reads a book, but you’re glad for the light. After everything in Hawkins, you have to admit you’re afraid of the dark.

Eddie finishes his shower fast, dumping his towel in a random spot on the floor. You struggle to keep your eyes open as he lies down on his back next to you. Wiggling around, you find a comfortable position resting your face in the crook of his neck. He smells like the cheap bar soap the motel provides, but you still detect a hint of his usual scent underneath. He kisses the side of your head and mumbles, “Good night, sleepyhead,” into your hair. You fumble some words out that vaguely sound like ‘g’night.’

The following two days go relatively the same. The seating arrangements shuffle around slightly, you drive for about three hours, stop at a rest stop, sight-seeing spot, or gas station, take a few pictures, then repeat. When you get bored, you label and decorate your polaroids. You bought a photo album a few weeks ago to hold all the polaroids from the trip.

On the fourth day, you finally make it to the Byers house. It’s almost three am, so everyone just sleeps and agrees to talk tomorrow. You’re the first to wake up, apart from Joyce. The smell of pancakes leads you to the kitchen, where she’s making breakfast. “Good morning,” you say, rubbing your eyes.

She jumps, not realizing you were there, “Oh! Good morning.” Embarrassed, you apologize before asking if there’s anything you can help with. Food is scattered around the counters, and she appears to be having trouble making a meal for so many people. She motions to a cupboard full of pots and pans, “Can you cook some bacon, please? Thank you so much.”

Together, you make bacon, fried eggs, scrambled eggs, pancakes, Eggo waffles (for El), toast, and apple slices. While cooking, the topic of conversation is grim. You’re both recounting your experiences with the Upside Down and all the other terrible shit that happens in Hawkins. You’re grateful for her insight. She has a lot more experience with murderous monsters than you.

The more people that come in, the more chaotic the kitchen becomes. People snatch items from plates and fight to get food first. You’re surprised, but Joyce looks resigned, like she expected it. When El comes down, you give her the dish of Eggos made specifically for her, and she smiles at you. Observing the scramble for food, you decide to wait until everyone’s done before getting some yourself.

“So, what are you guys planning to do today?” Joyce asks, eating some toast. She has to work since it’s Friday, but tomorrow she’ll be able to hang out with you guys too.

“We’re gonna go to the beach for a few hours,” Jonathan informs her.

Lucas admits he’s never been to the beach before, and Max says, “It’s nothing special. Just sand, water, and trash.” That statement sparks an argument about beaches that you’re desperate to get away from. Pulling Robin out of her chair, you bring her to the spare bedroom where everyone’s luggage is. You pull out the bikini, change into it, and ask her if it’s too much.

She laughs in shock and says, “Too much? It’s perfect. Eddie will love it.” Then, she mischievously nudges your side and adds, “It’s sexy. He’ll love it. If you know what I mean.” She raises her eyebrows to emphasize her point and you push her out the door. Her words still give you confidence, so you put a sundress over your bikini and leave the room.

Once everyone gets dressed, you all head to the beach. For convenience, you park next to each other and open the trunks. Grabbing canopies, towels, bags, and coolers, each person brings something down to the sand. You help Steve set up an umbrella so Robin and Eddie can sit with you.

The sun is burning hot on your back so you peel off the sundress and leave it in your bag. Though you don’t notice, Eddie’s eyes are glued to you. His breath hitches at the view of your ass when you bend down. He’s never seen you wear such a revealing bikini before. The simple sight of your exposed skin makes his heart pound.

Jonathan has a cooler of drinks and popsicles that he’s offering to the kids. You ask for a coconut popsicle, and Lucas tosses one to you. Right after you start to eat it, you realize you left your sunscreen in the van. Letting Robin and Steve know where you’re going, you head towards the parking lot.

Eddie showed you a trick to open his van’s door without the key. There’s a dent in the door that will release the lock if hit hard enough. You’re about to attempt it when two hands rest on your hips. Scared, you jump and whip around, only to find Eddie behind you. He laughs as you angrily glare at him. “Sorry baby,” he says softly, kissing your cheek. His hair tickles your nose and you giggle, accepting his apology.

He holds up his keys and opens the door for you. Or at least, that’s what you assumed he was doing. Instead, he reaches inside, himself, and grabs the camera. You know he’s going to ask for a photo, so you whine, “I need my sunscreen, Eddie!” Still, he smoothly talks his way into just one picture.

Resigned, you pose for the camera, holding your popsicle out in front of you. There’s drops of melted ice cream gathering at the bottom, near your hands, but you wait until the camera clicks to do anything about it. Cupping your tongue, you gather the liquid then lick a long stripe up the entire length of the popsicle.

Eddie groans, “Jesus fucking christ,” before placing his free hand on your chest and pushing until your back hits the van. He crowds your space, hand remaining firm on you. His eyes are hooded as he looks into your wide, confused gaze. You hold your popsicle in front of his face and remind him, “it’s gonna melt.”

He pushes the popsicle away using the hand holding your camera. With the other hand, he can feel your heart racing underneath his palm. Your breath comes out in shaky pants as he slowly inches his hand upwards to rest on your neck. Leaning forward, he whispers in your ear, “God, you have no fuckin’ idea, do you?” An involuntary whine slips out, but it’s quickly silenced by a light squeeze to your neck.

“So innocent you can’t even see that I want you, huh? My sweet angel, so good you can’t recognize you’re being bad.” The way he speaks about you is reverant, like he worships the ground under feet. His big brown eyes shine with love and lust. You stare into them until your lips meet, then your eyelids flutter shut.

The kiss is intense, like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. He takes the lead and you let him, unsure of what to do. The tip of his tongue runs against the seam of your lips and you gasp, unintentionally letting him in. He explores until you have to part to breathe. A string of saliva connects your lips as you both gasp for air. He grabs your free hand and tugs you into the back of the van.

Shutting the door and setting the camera to the side, he grips your hips and pulls you onto his lap, your back fit snugly to his front. You feel his lips kissing the crook of your neck. “Do you want to continue?” The words are spoken into your skin. You nod, but he doesn’t move, “No, use your words. I need to hear it.”

“Yes, I wanna continue,” you speak quickly, adding, “please.” You can feel his smile on your skin, apparently pleased with your words. He presses wet open-mouthed kisses down your neck, starting behind your ear. Sliding his hands up from your hips, he slips them underneath the sides of your bikini cups. He massages your flesh before pinching your nipples. The sudden action makes you jolt. He chuckles at your surprise and moves his hands lower.

Fiddling around with the strings on your bottoms, a harsh tug pulls the ties undone. The light taps on your thigh signal you to lift your hips, and he throws the piece to the side. His right hand splays across your stomach and slowly heads downward. Leading with his middle finger, he continues until his entire hand cups you. His finger swirls around your hole, gathering the wetness there. The movement makes his palm lightly brush against your clit, but any stimulation is enough to send you reeling.

You’ve completely forgotten about your popsicle until he reminds you, “Don’t want it to melt, do you?” Stopping all movement, he waits for you to act. Shakily, you bring it to your lips and take a lick. Pleased, he slides his middle finger inside you with one fluid stroke. Forgetting all about your popsicle again, you let out a loud whine and focus on the feeling of his finger against your walls. He thrusts a few times, before deciding you can handle a second.

He runs the pads of his fingers up and down trying to find the spongy spot that’s guaranteed to make your toes curl. You gasp when his fingers brush against it, so he massages that area, purposefully rubbing the heel of his palm into your clit. You try to breathe, but you can’t. It feels like all the air has left your body, like your lungs have decided to stop working.

The popsicle stick is sliding out of your hand and you don’t even notice it, but Eddie does. Snatching it up with his left hand, he coos, “Do you need help, baby?” Unsure of what he’s gonna do, you nod cautiously. Bringing the popsicle to your lips, he tells you to open up. You obey, and he slowly presses it in until you can feel the freezing tip against the back of your throat. Pulling the popsicle stick back, you whimper at the loss. Confident you can handle it, he pushes it in and out matching the tempo of his hand.

The cold constantly grabs your attention as he thrusts it in all the way, every time. Now in the wet heat of your mouth, the popsicle is melting at an alarming rate. You’re trying to swallow it all, but there’s so much it drips down your chin and spills onto your chest. “So messy,” he teases, but you barely hear him, the pleasure from both ends is entirely too distracting. Attempting to ground yourself, you grip onto his right arm with both hands.

You’re getting close when he pauses to pull the popsicle out of your mouth. There’s only a little left on each side of the stick, so he eats it and throws the wood away. He praises you for being so obedient, “Good girl, you did so well for me.” You clench hard at his words and he mentally notes your response before moving his fingers again. You don’t know how he knows, but he asks, “Does my angel need to cum?”

Nodding, you squeeze your eyes shut, hard. Shaking his head, he continues, “You can, if you ask nicely.”

“Eddie!” you whine when he pushes particularly hard with his palm, “Can I please cum?” He hums in thought, pretending to consider your request. Meanwhile, his fingers are moving even faster than before, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your grip is like iron, now, fingernails digging into his skin.

He concedes, “Well, how can I say no when you ask so nicely? Go ahead.” You see stars behind your closed eyes, leaning your head back onto his shoulder. He presses soothing kisses to your neck and continues his hand motions until you try and squirm away, overstimulated.

You accidentally push back hard against his bulge and you both groan. Helping you off his lap, he gently lays you on your back. Brushing sweat-slicked hair off your forehead, he takes in all the mess on your chest. He licks all the white residue from the popsicle off of you, and you hope silently that he can’t hear your heart pounding hard under his tongue.

“Do you still wanna continue?” he inquires, chin resting on your sternum. You say yes, so he rucks up the top of your bikini. Mischievously, he sucks small marks on the sides of your breasts where the bikini will cover. He notices you watching with impatient eyes and shimmies out of his boxers, sitting on his knees. Lifting up your hips, he rests them over his thighs and gently runs his hands up and down your bare skin.

For a second he appears to be thinking, before he leans over and reaches under one of the seats. You watch, perplexed as he blindly searches, before pulling out a condom. In disbelief, you ask, “Really?”

He shrugs, “You never know when you’re gonna get laid in the back of a van.” You gawk at him, but say nothing more. Watching him put it on is mesmerizing, his hands are so nimble and big. You’re still fascinated as he grips the base of his dick and runs the tip through your folds. “I’m not gonna lie, it might hurt,” he admits, “I’ll go slow, okay?”

You just nod, the anticipation makes you feel afraid to say anything, in fear he’ll turn around and realize this isn’t what he wants. He pushes in entirely in one long movement, kissing your neck because he knows it will help distract you. The stretch burns, you scrunch your eyes at the feeling. Focusing on the crook of your neck, he bites down and sucks to make a mark.

You moan out and clench hard around him. Knowing he’s marking you is so indescribably hot that you can’t control yourself. The rational part of your brain takes over for a few seconds, and you complain, “you’re gonna leave a mark, everyone’s gonna see.”

Eddie laughs, “Well, it feels like you enjoyed it, sweetheart.” Effortlessly, he calls you out on your lie. Flustered, you stutter some lame excuse, but he continues to laugh at you.

Deciding to test the waters, he pulls out partially and pushes back in slowly. When you respond positively, he begins to speed up. The pleasure builds up and you cry out, digging into his shoulders with your nails. “Be a good girl and be quiet for me. Someone might hear you, angel,” he commands, reminding you that you’re in a beach parking lot.

“‘M sorry, I’ll try, promise,” you whimper, wanting to please him. All your energy is dedicated to keeping quiet, but it doesn’t work. With each thrust, you get louder and louder. It’s almost embarrassing how fast your second orgasm builds up, but he just feels so good.

His knuckles brush against your cheek as he coos, “Do you need more help?” You make a noise of agreement, so he slides two fingers into your mouth. They taste slightly like you. Moaning around them, you suck, which makes him groan. He rolls his hips harder, knowing you won’t be able to make noise. Every single time he hits the right spot to make you see stars. Dropping his other hand down, he rubs your clit in tight circles, increasing your bliss. It’s too hard to keep your eyes open now, so you allow them to flutter shut. The loss of sight only adds to the pleasure and you can feel your second orgasm rapidly approaching.

Eddie can feel the way your walls flutter around him. He demands your attention by pushing roughly on your tongue. Your eyes shoot open, and you look at him, vision blurred by tears. “Are you close?” he asks, his tone indicating that he’s expecting something from you. Knowing what he wants, you beg for your release around his fingers. Grinning widely, he commands, “Cum around my cock, I know you can do it. Be a good girl, cum for me.” He says more, but you can’t hear it, all senses consumed by your release. Your orgasm triggers his, and he finishes inside the condom.

Pulling out, he takes off the condom and ties the end, throwing it in the direction of the popsicle stick. You’d chastise him for being so gross if your mind wasn’t so hazy. In a daze, you watch him pick up the camera and take a photo. He takes the nearest marker, a neon pink one, and writes in shaky letters “my angel,” adding a heart to the right.

Finished, he pours some water from a bottle onto his beach towel and wipes the mess off your legs. You flinch when he presses too hard on a sensitive spot. He apologizes, cleaning you with a gentler touch. Eddie pulls your top to its proper place before finding your bikini bottoms and tying them for you. He slips on his swim trunks and nudges your leg, “C’mon, you need to rinse off.” You try to stay on the floor, but he forces you up and takes you to the beach showers outside.

With shaky legs, you struggle to stand so you opt to lean on Eddie, who wraps his arm around your waist. He turns on the water and helps wash the sticky coconut residue off your face and torso. His touch is soothing, and you lean into his hand, closing your eyes. You realize that you’re going to have to go back to the beach, so you mutter, “I don’t think I can walk.”

Turning off the water, he offers a piggyback ride. You perk up, “Really?”

He chuckles at your enthusiasm, “Yes, really.” Kneeling down, he lets you climb onto his back. Before going back to the beach, he stops by the car and hands you his leather jacket, “For the mark,” he says, tapping his neck to show you where your hickey is. You slip it on and wrap your hands around his neck, squeezing tighter and begging him not to drop you when he begins to run. “Special delivery!” he exclaims, setting you down between Steve and Robin.

You instantly drop back, “I’ve never been so glad to be on solid ground.” Dustin calls Eddie away, leaving just the three of you.

Steve has a stupid smirk on his face, which makes you squint at him. After a tense second, he asks, “Yea? You’re not glad about other things?” Realizing he’s pointing to the hickey, you pull the jacket higher on your neck, embarrassed.

Steve laughs, but Robin defends you, “Leave her alone, you knew they were gonna go make out.” She turns to you, “Next time you two are gonna run off somewhere, think of better excuses. Sunscreen and the bathroom are too generic.” You completely forgot about your sunscreen! You groan and drop your head back, covering your face with your hands. At least they think you were only making out.

Continuing the conversation, Steve starts bragging about the craziest places he’s made out. You tune out the conversation in favour of watching Eddie. He looks so genuinely happy here, with his friends, having fun. He catches your eyes and smiles wide. You grin back, content to watch him living happy and healthy.

[frenziedslashers]

hey! I know your hyper fixated on TWD, but would you (if you feel up to it ofc) write a lil something for Stu macher?

Specifically, please uh- Stu macher with a Fem!S/o who just reaaaallly loves his voice, and his dirty comments? Like, his dirty talk? She loves it-

I really like your content, and imo, there’s just not enough stuff for my favorite boi, Stu :(

Ofc. I understand if you don’t feel like writing it, so, I hope you have a great day/night!

Dirty Phone Calls;;

A/N: I am literally in love with Stu. You came to the right place, anon 🫶 Sorry if this isn't the best either. I am fighting sleep and my anxiety is high due to a thunder storm going on rn. I also did not proofread this, so good luck lmao

Warnings: Dirty talk, Stu is a flirt, phone sex, masturbation, Stu is a whoreTM

Stu had no idea that you would be this dirty. When he first met you he saw someone who he could corrupt. A white lamb that he could cover in blood and dye the fur for good. Yet truly, you were only a little white lamb in disguise. Shy when he first met you. Yet, open and absolutely devious when he actually had you for himself.

He wouldn't have it any other way, either.

"What are you wearing tonight, baby?" He asked, causing you to smile and roll your eyes. "Stu!" You squealed, making the man laugh into the phone. "Oh come on, I know you like it when I ask you that." He wasn't completely wrong. You loved it when he asked you anything remotely dirty. "You like it when I talk to you all nasty, don't you?" He teased, but you ignored it. A little too embarrassed to do so.

"I'm wearing a shirt, some pants..." "Boo-ring" He howled into the phone. Flopping onto his back on his bed. "What if we played a game? Guess a number between one and ten and if you guess wrong you have to take that shirt off and tell me what you're wearing then?" He cooed, a sly smile resting on his face. You knew from the start that he wasn't going to play fair.

"What if I just told you what was underneath my clothes?" He hummed at your offer. Tapping his chin with a soft sigh. "That's not as fun, now guess a number." It was your turn to hum. Lying on your stomach on your bed. Tapping the side of your head while you pondered. "Three?" you questioned, and he made the sound of a buzzer. "Wrong! It was five. Now, strip and tell!"

You kept your end of the deal. Placing the phone beside you while you pulled your shirt over your head. Lying back down while pulling your phone to your ear. "I'm wearing your favorite bra, how's that?" You asked him, "The red one?" You hummed in agreement at his question. "Fuck, you know I love it when you wear that. My pretty thing, all laid out for me." He sighed, and you shifted your thighs together. Biting your lips at his words.

"You like it when I talk about you like that? What if I told you what I'm thinking? About how I wanna have you underneath me. Pressing your face into the bed while I fuck you good and hard," He rambled, basically telling you everything that came to his scattered mind. If it was said from anyone else you would have cringed and hung up, but something about Stu saying it only turned you on more.

"You want me to keep going?" He asked, rolling onto his back so he could begin palming himself through his jeans. A groan leaving his throat which caused your 'yes' to come out a little more breathy than you intended.

"God, you're so hot. Especially when you sound like that, baby," he sighed. "If you were here with me I'd show you how big of a slut you are. I know you are, you act like you aren't, but you are. Only for me, and I love it. You're always so loud, God, neither of us can ever shut up when I fuck you," he mewled. Reaching down his pants while you snaked your hand down your own.

"Tell me, you like it when I fuck you hard?" He asked, beginning to stroke himself with a soft moan. "Answer me," His voice was a little more stern than before. "Yes, I do, I love it, Stu," you stammered, and he laughed into the phone. "God, you're so perfect," he purred.

"I'd tie you up if you were here. Put your hands behind your back like I did last time. Use you like the doll you are," he teased. You knew he wouldn't actually use you, and so did he. He loved you too much, even if he hadn't told you that quite yet.

"Fuck you 'til the only thing you could do is cry," this time you moaned into the phone. Your fingers brushing over your clit while he continued his rant.

"What are you doing now?" He asked, stroking himself a little faster than before. His breath coming out ragged through the phone. "Are you touching yourself, too?" He asked again, and you nodded. Realizing after a moment that he couldn't see you. "Fuck- Yes, yeah. Are you?" You asked, and he chuckled. "Of course I am," it was a bit of a silly question. Stu had to be the horniest guy you had ever met. Any chance he had to get off he'd take it. Especially if it involved you.

"What if you hurt me?" you asked, rubbing yourself a little faster at the thought. "With the rope?" He asked, and you chuckled. "No, I mean like... Hurt me. On purpose?" Your voice grew softer as you asked the question. "Like hitting you? Are you into that, baby?" He asked, and you let out a small "mhm" of agreement. "Shit, this might be how I crack open all your kinks from now on, kitten," you rolled your eyes at the nickname he gave you. His words were quick to distract you again. Pulling you back into your fantasy realm.

"God, the things I could do to you," Stu shut his eyes while he thought. "I could fuck you rougher than I already do. Leave your thighs black and blue," He purred. "Bring a knife into it, cut that pretty skin of yours," he tittered. The thought of him marking you with a knife oddly enough did it for you. A moan bleeding through the phone that had his hips jerking.

"Shit, I need you so bad," he whimpered, "I need you too, Stu," you cried back. Both of your hands moving quicker than before. "Cum for me," he breathed, and that was it for you. Your body convulsing while you curled in on yourself. The spring snapping within you while you moaned and cried into the phone. Stu doing the same shortly after. Calling your name out while he did so.

The both of you laid in your separate beds. Phones still up to your ears while you came down from your highs. Finally able to focus on each others breathing again. "Holy shit," you breathed out, and he chuckled. "I'm coming over and rocking your boat tonight, baby," he growled, and you snickered. "Better hurry before I fall asleep," you responded, hearing him move around on the other end. "I'm on my way now, did you really wanna try the knife thing?" He asked, waiting as you thought over the question. "Well, sure, maybe..." You stammered, a little worried about the idea. "I won't cut ya tonight, baby. Gotta save that for later down the line," He teased. "Keep your door unlocked, I'll see you soon." "No promises," you sighed. Listening as he laughed on the other end before the call itself ended.

Goddamn Stu Macher and his voice.

[specialagentlokitty]

Wednesday x reader - what I wouldn’t do for you

Part two:

You looked at the gothic girl standing behind you and sighed, turning your head back around, letting it hang down as your hair framed your face.

The woman looked between you and Wednesday.

“Who are you?” Wednesday asked.

“I am Reva, the original water bender who outlawed the bending techniques that our young (Y/N) preformed on this night.”

“She was doing it for a good cause.” Wednesday replied.

Reva shook her head, casting a glance down to you before looking back up at the other student.

“Regardless of the cause it was outlawed for a reason.”

“Why?” Wednesday snapped.

You looked up, turning to face Wednesday.

“It’s a forbidden practice to take over someone’s body, controlling their blood to force them to do your own bidding.” You explained.

“Yes, such bending was once used by protectors to keep their homes and loved ones safe, but one day it was taken to far. Have you heard the story of Andrew, the demon of the north?”

Wednesday nodded her head, she had.

She remembered reading about it as she was reading through some older lore books out of boredom, it was the only one in it that caught her interest.

“Yes, he brought down an entire army, destroying their hearts before he tortured the king, opening a thousand small cuts along the kings body, letting him bleed out. Then using the kings blood he made himself a crown and stole the throne. It was a delightful story I used to read as a kid to sleep.”

Reva smiled and chuckled softly at the last part of the sentence as she nodded her head.

“Yes, as a results I outlawed the practice of blood bending. It corrupted the hearts of those that used it, it was used to nothing but evil intent.”

Wednesday took a step forward and two guards came forward, blocking her path with their spears, not letting her go any further.

“(Y/N) did this out of selflessness, she had no harmful intents.”

Rena shook her head, giving Wednesday a sad smile.

“I’m sorry, but trail much still commence. If she is found innocent then we shall allow her to return.”

“And if she is found guilty?”

“Then she will be refused back to the mortal world.”

Wednesday froze a little at this and watched as you turned around.

You were so ready to accept your fate, and there was nothing Wednesday could do to stop it.

“We will allow you to stay for the trail, and we can return you the mortal world after if you so wish.”

“Yes.”

“Wednesday no, please. Just go back, you don’t need to see this.”

“I’m staying.”

You sighed, nodding your head as you refused to look back at her.

You kept your gaze fixated on the woman who walked over and knelt down in front of you, smoothing her dress out.

“(Y/N) (L/N), do you understand why you are here before us on this night?”

“I do.”

“Good, and do you understand the accusations you are under and the possible outcomes of this meeting?”

“I do.”

Rena nodded, placing a hand on your shoulder as she gave you a gentle smile.

“Here you stand before the purest water benders that have long since passed. You used the forbidden bending, which you should never have learnt. First, where did you learn this practice?”

You sighed, looking up to meet her gentle but stern gaze.

“I learnt it to protect my younger brother when my parents were killed by the normies.”

Wednesday looked at you, you never did speak about your parents, they never attended the parents weekend, and whenever anyone asked why you refused to say.

She was learning things about you she never knew.

“Have you used it before?” Rena asked.

“No ma’am, when it came to my brother I.. I couldn’t use it…”

Rena nodded her head in understanding.

Tears welled your eyes as memories you tried so hard to forget came flooding back, things you tried to forget, things you didn’t ever want to remember.

“Why did you use it tonight?”

You sighed, sniffling a little bit as you looked up at her in pure sadness.

You wanted to look at Wednesday, but you didn’t want her to think you were weak, you didn’t want to show her you were crying, upset.

“Because… because I didn’t want someone else close to me to die… I couldn’t let him kill Wednesday, she deserves to carry on living, even if she doesn’t care about her own life, I do.”

Rena nodded her head and stood up, placing her hands behind her back as she took a few steps away from you.

“You used blood bending to protect this woman from death?” A man asked.

“Yes sir, I did.”

“You endangered not only yourself, but others just to protect this young woman right here? Why?” He asked.

You took a deep breath.

“Because I love her, and I would do anything to keep her safe.”

There were mumbles along the group surrounding you, and they all crowded around.

After a few moments of tense waiting, and feeling Wednesdays glare on your back.

Your heart pounding in your chest, you were terrified, and you didn’t know much seemed better. Dying, not being able to return to the world you knew, and repenting for your crime.

Or going back to the mortal world and having to face the ultimate rejection from Wednesday and having to live with the fact she’s going to turn you down.

While stuck in your head, you were quickly snapped back when someone cleared their throat.

“Verdict has been reached. (Y/N) (L/N), you are hereby found guilty, and unable to return to the mortal world.”

“No!” Wednesday yelled.

She ducked under the guards and stood in front of you, glaring bloody murder into the people that standing before you both.

“You can’t charge her for something she did to protect people! To save not just myself but every single one of the students at Nevermore. She had no choice.”

“She had many other choices, we have made up our minds and you are to return to the mortal world.”

Before she could stop them she snapped back up, her body was shivering not only from the cold air but the freezing water she was sat in.

Looking down at you, she just stared.

You looked so peaceful, and if she didn’t know better she would have said you were simply just sleeping.

But she knew better, you were never coming back.

Something about that broke something inside of her, knowing she was never going to listen to your annoying ramblings, hear your stupid corny jokes, have you barging through the door of her dorm.

Looking around, everything seemed so much more dull then normal. Emptier and pointless.

Hearing the pounding of steps, Wednesday slowly lifted her head to see the others slowly walking over.

One by one they all stopped in their tracks.

“Oh my god…” Bianca whispered.

“(Y/N)…” Enid mumbled.

“Quick get her out the water.” Xavier rushed out.

He and Ajax lifted your freezing body from the fountain while Wednesday just sat there and watched.

Enid rushed over to her and crushed her in a hug, Wednesday didn’t refuse the hug, but she didn’t reciprocate it either, because she kept her eyes glued on you.

You were rushed to the hospital, and no one saw Wednesday for days.

“Will she be okay?” Ajax asked one morning.

“She hasn’t left (Y/N)s dorm, only to go to the hospital. I think she’s depressed.”

“Is it possible for her to get anymore depressed?” Xavier asked.

Enid lightly hit him and glared a little bit.

“Come on, she cares for (Y/N) even if she won’t admit it.”

Everyone knew Enid was right. Wednesday always did have a soft spot for you, even if she wouldn’t admit it, they could see it in some of the things she did for you.

It broke their hearts as they watched her trudge her way over to the car to be taken to the hospital.

Every day at the same time she would go and visit you, and it was no different today.

Wednesday walked straight to your hotel room, standing at the side of your bed as she looked down at your pale form.

“I go home in a few days, I am absolutely dreading it. I can’t stand my family, and to spend the rest of the term there is unthinkable, at least I can practice my torture techniques on my brother to pass some time.” She said.

She looked down at you, waiting for some sort of sarcastic reply, but it never came.

“I apologise I couldn’t help you, but I have this.”

Wednesday pulled her bag of her back and ruffled through it before pulling something out.

Folding the sweater, she lifted your head and placed it on the pillow before gently setting your head back down.

“I will not be able to visit you for a while, but when I do return I will come straight here.”

Wednesday sighed to herself, placing a hand on the side of your face for a second before pulling it away.

She looked around before leaning down and kissed your forehead before she pulled away.

“I will fix this somehow.”

With that, she began to leave the room when she heard moving about.

Turning around, she scanned the room only to find nothing, only to see you slowly sitting up, pulling her sweater from behind you to rest it on your lap.

Wednesday was frozen in place, she couldn’t move, she couldn’t think, she couldn’t speak.

You looked at her and gave a soft smile.

“How?” Was all Wednesday asked.

“They… they’ve been watching, they felt bad… but couldn’t leave the thing I did unpunished…” you whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“They took away my bending… but allowed me to return…”

Wednesday nodded her head and slowly she walked over, standing right in front of you.

Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you looked up at her and met her teary gaze.

For the first time you’d seen Wednesday showing emotion, and you smiled softly at her, opening your arms.

Wednesday didn’t move, so you did.

Standing on shaky legs, you reached around her and pulled her in for a hug.

Wednesday froze, but slowly her arms came around to hug you, she held you gently and stiffly, but she took a deep breath and closed her eyes, burying your head into your neck.

“I’m so sorry…” you whispered.

“Never do that again…” she grumbled.

“I promise… but Wednesday?”

You pulled away and placed your hands on the sides of her face, giving her the softest smile she had ever seen as you wiped away her tears.

“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, okay?”

Wednesday said nothing, she simply just pulled away and turned around, wiping her tears away.

“I’ll kill you in your sleep if you something stupid again.”

You laughed, slowly getting back in the bed, pulling her sweater over your head as you laid down and turned the tv on.

Wednesday stared out the window for a few minutes before she finally walked over, laying in the bed next to you.

You didn’t say anything.

You knew she was probably uncomfortable doing this, but something told you she needed this much more then she would ever let on.

She needed to be here with you to know that you were really okay, you were really awake and you were going to be okay.

And you needed it as well, you’d lost everything, you lost the one thing that kept you going, but with Wednesday by your side you had a strange feeling it would be okay

[toji-girl]

sundress event...

the event option won instead of a collab! so for this, all you have to do is just look at who I write for here, and then under the cut I dropped some prompts/kinks to go with it! all of these prompts came from this post! thank you to everyone who voted and participated!

example when sending in: hello! may I please ask for Shiu and #5 from the kinks and #3 from the prompts? thank you! or you can ask for Sukuna and #2 from the kinks! kinks and prompts do not have to be together but please keep it to a max of three!! if this flops we will all pretend this post wasn't made nor did I even talk about this at all lmaoo and please note that may or may not get to your request.

kinks/prompts

kinks

1. breeding kink

2. somnophilia

3. size kink

4. fingering

5. phone sex

6. wall sex

7. age gap

8. breast play

9. choking

10. cockwarming

11. car sex

12. monsterfucking

13. exhibitionism

14. dry humping

15. poly (ex: toji x you x shiu or suguru x you x satoru)

16. pet play

17. degradation kink

18. oral sex / oral fixation

19. praise kink

20. morning sex

21. hate fucking

22. thigh riding

23. face sitting

24. dacryphilia

25. corruption kink

26. jealous sex

27. spit kink

28. rough sex

29. soft sex

30. filming (consensual)

31. mirror sex

32. overstimulation

33. edging

34. dumbification

35. shower sex

36. voyeurism

37. cuckolding

38. thigh fucking

39. if you have a kink you don't see it on here just go ahead and ask me!

prompts

“i love it when you moan my name”

“just a little harder”

“let me give you a reason to stay in bed”

“no panties?”

“i want you now”

“use your tongue”

“please don’t stop”

“i can’t sleep without you here”

“do you like that”

“you need a place to stay for the night”

“spend the night with me”

“you can get louder can’t you”

“look what you do to me”

“i want to taste you”

“open your mouth”

“if you want to come you better beg”

“that feels so good”

“don’t cum yet”

“strip. now”

“take off your clothes”

“bite me” ”if you insist”

“can you feel what your doing to me”

“this is a one time thing”

“tell me how you like it”

“get on your hands and knees, right now”

“i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it”

“i just want to please you”

“each of my thoughts about you are improper”

“i love it when you kiss my neck”

“don’t be gentle”

“i’ve never want to fuck you more than i do now”

“you wanna have sex with me”

“you’re not going out dressed like that”

“i’m afraid i can no longer remain professional”

“make me”

“you’re mine”

“i love it when you talk dirty

“i’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now”

“i’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly”

“don’t give me that look”

“like what you see”

“stay quiet”

“i told you to stay still"

“i promise I’ll be good”

“just shut up and fuck me”

“you feels so good”

“i want you inside me”

“be a good girl and spread your legs”

“don’t worry i’ll take of you”

“don’t tempt me”

“i’ve never done this before”

“don’t be afraid it’s just me”

“you’re more than just a one night stand”

“don’t forget who you belong to”

“would you just shut up and kiss me already”

“try to stay quiet understand?”

“we’re in public you know”

“don’t be so rough there can’t be any marks”

“are you sure? once i start i don’t think i’m able to stop”

“no i’m supposed to make you feel good”

“stop teasing me so much”

“bed. now”

“first one to make noises loses”

“i love the way you look with my fingers inside you”

“i guess I’ll just get off all by myself”

“these walls are pretty thick which means you and i can be as loud as we want”

“did you touch your self while i was gone”

“we can’t do that here”

“if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”

“tell me what you want”

“y-you’re not.... w-wearing anything under that are you”

“there is no way anyone is that innocent”

“you taste like fucking candy”

“the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh”

“you make a sound it’s game over”

“i haven’t even touched you and you’re already wet"

“want help with that”

“you’re so fucking hot when you’re made”

“we’re not just friends you know that”

“what? does that feel good”

“if we get caught i’m blaming you”

“we have to be quiet”

“you have no idea how much i want you

“if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”

“i’m going to fuck your so hard you’re going to forget that guys name”

“i really want to kiss you right now”

“wanna fuck?”

“how do i look”

“if you don’t like my teasing why are you moaning”

“don’t fucking touch what is not yours”

“we’re.... just friends”

“friends don’t do this kind of shit”

“how quickly can you cum”

“think you can warm me up”

“touch me and you lose”

“there’s people here”

“i don’t care what you do just fuck me”

“guess i’ll have to cum inside you then”

“i don’t know what to do” “then let me teach you”

“we’ve been at it like rabbits and you’re still horny”

“use your mouth”

“show me”

“come and sit on my face and i’ll show you how much i missed you”

“you’re naked aren’t you”

“take it off slowly”

“your wish is my command”

“come to my room there’s this thing i wanna try”

“no one can ever find out about this”

“for your safety i’ll be gentle”

“are these handcuffs”

“i don’t feel like sleeping”

“what are you going to do about it”

“you won’t be getting any sleep tonight”

“why so shy?”

“don’t worry i’ll make you feel really good”

“you’re the one who aroused me so let’s have some fun”

“why don’t we move this to the bed”

“would you like to go somewhere a little private”

“these are so wet aren’t you going to remove them?”

“i was just about to wash up care to join”

“this feels dirty” “that's because it is”

“you feel amazing”

“don’t pretend to be so innocent”

“i want you to touch yourself”

“what has you so excited”

“i want you....here.... right now”

“bend over and spread your legs”

“i can’t hold back anymore”

“it’s been along day why don’t we help each other unwind”

“oh don’t mind me I’m just enjoying the view”

“your lips make me wonder what you taste like”

“i don’t like being told what to do unless i’m naked”

“you’re so sexy when you’re hot and bothered”

“i’ve been thinking about this night”

“don’t cover you’re face, i want to see you”

“you’re so beautiful all spread out like this... just for me”

“lay back”

“i bought a few pieces of lingerie. want me to model for you?”

“i can’t believe how wet you are already”

[wilsons-journey]

The Hag - Lore

Some lore / myth and stuff about my Hag Gluskin.

Brought to you by a Prompt from the Blorbo-Server (Thank you @/brightwingedbat)

Starting off with some Legends

First a classic: In the beginning, people thought she eats children. But she actually just lives in a very dense and deep forest and these Children just got lost there. Won't stop her from collecting their skulls and bones,...

Another classic: Parents will tell their kids to eat up and behave, or else the Crow-Hag will come and eat them.

If you dare to hurt a Bird in her presence, she will send her wrath upon you. You can imagine it like with the Chicken in Zelda - but its mostly crows or birds made of shadow magic The people of the nearby village once witnessed this - they never dare to hurt a bird. And with the time they started to believe she is nothing more than 100(0) birds in a trenchcoat.

As Necromancer some unholy presence goes out from her, affecting her bird friends and making these even more feral. They develop a greedy taste for dead flesh and starting to eat the deceased, of that nearby village - even digging them up. Due to the myth and fear of this crow creature - the village start to offer their deceased in return for their safety. So they basically start to worship Gluskin. Eventually Gluskin vibes with it - and truly offering protection for that village! As long as they provide her with supplies and the dead. (And most importantly: leave her alone) So, don't fuck with her birds or this Village.

On the bad side, another myth that formed: If crows start to gather up on a certain house, people believe that the person that is living there is about to die. With the time it turned into the myth that this person was choosen by the Crow-Hag as offering. So they will sacrifice them and with that the crows disappears again. Which further solidifies the myth. The truth is just: It only happens, if there isn't a natural death for some time. The crows are so used to feast on the dead, they just wait for the next feast. And it will come in form of the sacrifice.

Another Myth that is true (ties a lil into the classic myth from the beginning) Never enter the forest of the Crow-Hag, it will swallow you. The forest in which Gluskin lives is usually very quiet. You rarely hear an animal. Most of the time you only hear the trees making noises from the wind. Or the noise of breaking branches. People think it's haunted. In a way it is - over the years normal animals start to disappear. It's due to the never ending hunger of Gluskins crows. They started to hunt down everything they could find. So if you hear crowing. Run. Srsly. Run,...

---

Now a little about the Hag herself.

She is ancient. Maybe also undead! Why? I come back to that later.

In her early years she was able to talk normaly. But with the years I believe she lost this ability - only grunting and growling as kind of communication. At least she mastered the art of crowing. So there you have a Charr making Bird noises. But she has one very special Bird, she holds very dear and lends her a voice. I also believe she has very bad eyesight. Her eyes might glow bright red, but she can't see very well. She depends on her feathered friends to be her eyes and even providing her food. And the reason she is so fixated to crows / ravens is actually Israfil. (This fucker again)

Here is the idea behind that connection:

The Hag / Gluskin was the Mate of the Charr Israfil posessed by accident. (Related post: About Israfil) They left the Legions behind to live a quiet life far away from all the war - deep in a beautiful and lush forest. Confused and change the Mate came back home. Corrupting not only the body and mind of the Charr, also of his Mate Gluskin, too. And with Israfil starting to drain magic of the surrounding area, the Forest started to die down. It will eventually recover over the upcoming years, but it is never able to return to its former beauty. It not only feels cursed, it also looks like it.

Now something I'm not completely sure about: Either Gluskin is undead or only half of it. But the Magic of Zhaitan is involved here. That also makes her the nekromancer she is today.

Israfil uses her as kind of insurance. In her home lives a shadow crow that holds part of his essence, that makes sure that he can never really die - unless you kill that bird. (Horkrux? Horkrux!)

Gluskin is tasked to take care of this bird - making sure nothing will happen to it. Maybe the essence within this birds also starts to spread - possessing other birds, too Bringing this hungry mess over this area.

I also believe he choose Gluskin out of emotional reasons. He could have just created some creature or whatever. But the deep love of the Charr he posessed, made sure she will keep living.

So with Israfil killed a second time (first time by Valefor by slitting his throat and later by Kying) he returns to Gluskins home and just vibes there.There is no more magic he can drain to recover like after his first death. Aurene even draining all the void magic out of him - Which weakens him more and more every day.

(Related Post: Story Summary of Valefor)

So he has no other choice to seek shelter at the place where everything started. Now he just tries to survive. He is terrified to die for real. (no more big words or actions from him)

But one day he will eventually meet his final demise by Valefors hand.

-- The End

And so the Hag-Lore also became Israfil-Lore.

[10holmes]

Thanks for the fanfic ask game qs, now it's your turn! :D

I hope these aren't too many qs, but I'd love to know your thoughts:

C, K, M, S, T, V, Y

Thank you :)

Yay! Thanks so much for asking! So excited to answer these questions 😍🙏🏼🎉

The full (very long - sorry!) answer to be found below the cut! 😁

C: What character do you identify with most?

Oooh that's a tricky question... I think I can't boil it down to just one character but a blend of characters? I think the characters I tend to stan and ship are a good indicator bc I usually fixate most on ships and characters that somehow speak to me or that I relate to.

For example with XueXiao, I really identify with Xiao Xingchen in the way that he is kind and helpful to others and follows this ideal of wanting to make the world a better place and leaving the mountain for that, aka a place he could stay placid and content in, to instead do something about the injustices he knows about in the "real world", even if that means facing hardships and pain and struggles.

As for Xue Yang, I really relate to him and see him as my deepest darkest side if I could throw my morality over board. I am someone who whole-heartedly proclaims "eat the rich" and means it, so if I was any more like Xue Yang in the way not to give a fuck, I'd also just kill the people that hurt me or others and go unhinged... 😅🙈 Slight difference between us being I would not kill indiscriminately and for the fun of it or for the slightest offense but really only target corrupt rich people and super capitalists and fascists that have it coming for them 🤭

K: What's the angstiest idea you've ever come up with?

I really don't want to spoil anything, but it has to do with an alternative chapter / ending I came up with for my LiuJiu A/B/O fic. I love happy endings as much as the next fanfic reader but sometimes I just want to make myself and others hurt. And this one will hopefully make my readers scream.

Also there's a XueXiao reincarnation fic WIP I can't wait to post. It's nearly finished and I wrote it while listening to Tom Odell's "Another Love" on repeat - which should give you enough of a vibe to imagine the angst level of this fic. I'll just say this much: unrequited love 🤭👍🏼

Sorry I can't be more specific but I really don't want to spoil anything more😅🙈

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you'd like to share?

Maybe it's because I'm too young to know that phrasing or maybe it's a native speaker thing but I had to google what this meant first and hope Google got it right 😅🤣

My WIP file is massive... To give you a glimpse: Next to the ones mentioned above I've also started:

- an angsty post-canon Beefleaf fic, where SQX is haunted by a hanging ghost and made to kill herself but HX intervenes and they start their journey of reconciling, don't know if I'll ever finish it...

- a VegasPete vampire / vampire hunter AU based on a Tumblr prompt and gif-set post but I'll very likely never continue that...

- a LiuJiu AU where SJ is present during the events of SVSSS and LQQ knows SY is an imposter and now tries to bring back SJ into his former body. This has angst and hurt written into every line. Sadly it's merely all in my head...

S: Any fandom tropes you can't resist?

Enemies to Lovers always hits! It's my jam!

Also the angstier the merrier! Hit me with the feels, the pain, the hurt, the agony! Doesn't even have to have a happy ending, I'm a sucker for being emotionally destroyed and also emotionally destroying my readers (though I tend to give them a happy ending at least) 😈🤣👍🏼

And, like you, omegaverse is my guilty pleasure - the smuttier the better 😏

And speaking of guilty pleasures I also have to say monster-fuck AUs are on the menu as well... There have been some really good SongXueXiao ones, I've read. Didn't know that was something I'd ever be into - my 14 year old self would probably be appalled. But here we are 🤣🤣

Soulmate and Fated Pair AUs are something I like to dig into as well.

And I'm also really into mermaid AUs. Especially when one is human and the fic gives off The Little Mermaid vibes.

T: Any fandom tropes you can't stand?

I don't know why but any modern day AUs especially High School AUs... I just can't read it. The most I will do is mob boss / mafia or reincarnation where they slowly uncover their past, but if canon events are set in modern times/contexts I don't really like it for some reason 😅

But I'm actually quite open to a lot of fics and it's mostly not the tropes I can't stand but characterisation or writing style 😅🙈

V: If you could write the sequel/prequel to any fanfic out there (not you own) which would it be?

Bruh... What a difficult question... I haven't ever thought about writing continuations or pre-quels for existing fic as I love them the way they are and mostly just in between imagine possible canon-divergences if the characters had made different choices...

But I guess, from the top of my head, I'd like to write a sequel to "Mark of Jasmine" to give LiuJiu an alternative or reincarnation happy ending because they've really been played in that one... 🙈😅

Y: A character you want to protect?

So many. All my little blorbos and meow meows. On the top of that list - obviously - Xue Yang. But I'd also step in front of my best bois Loki and Shen Jiu to shield them. They deserve so much better 💕😭

Now thanks again for the ask and for reading this long-ass reply, it was my pleasure 🤣

[erigold13261]

I think the butterfly effect that makes the arachinkids in the Sayu crew AU being a thing would be Gwen and co (or just Gwen?) being friends with Sayu crew online and distancing herself from her father, and the fallout between them happening a few years earlier, before she knew of her Peter ending with Gwen being taken in by NSR

Love that this actually came kinda close to what I did end up thinking of in my version of the AU! With the Arachnikids being online fans for the mermaids lol.

I do think the distancing from her father was probably something that did happen, but not intentionally. I can see Gwen really loving this girl mermaid online and seeing herself in her (at the time just like beta-Sayu before being the Sayu we see later on) but being super self conscious about a "boy liking girl things" and possible being seen as a girl before she was ready to come out (or maybe not realizing she was trans at the time and these mermaids are just what cracked the egg lol).

So she hid this part of herself. A part that would become a really big deal over the years and help her figure out who she truly was. Hid her online friends. Just started to become so distant from her father to try and play it safe as she started working with these mermaids.

I don't know what Gwen's Peter's home life was like, considering he was always around Gwen's family for the most part, so I don't think Gwen could use the excuse that she's just hanging out at Peter's place. I do think she might make an excuse that they are studying while she works at a cafe or library on the mermaids (with Peter there to talk with as she does this even though he doesn't care personally about these mermaids).

I can't really see a scenario where their blow-up happens earlier and Gwen being taken in by NSR (or at the very least the mermaid team who could help her). Mainly because if it happened earlier then Gwen wouldn't have means to run away efficiently (like a 14-15 year old running away is probably more successful than a 11-12 year old most of the time), so in that case it would have been a small fight but George would have been able to explain what he meant and apologize for his overreaction.

So in this regard, instead of the Gwen running away and showing NSR's corruption through their abuse of power and being basically above the law, it actually turns into George being really supportive of Gwen and even helping her make more time for these mermaids that make her so happy (and possibly even helping convince Miles' family to let him go to the Lights Up audition/NSR if Aaron couldn't convince them).

Maybe Peter still dies in this version, which could be a reason why George is just so supportive Gwen in this regard. Actually, it would be neat to see a dynamic kinda like how FRAU Mama pushes Yinu to play music because she thinks that is what Yinu wants and thinks she is being supportive. Except in this regard, Gwen actually wants this support and wants her dad to help push her (while FRAU Yinu thinks this is what Mama wants her to do and also feels obligated to keep playing instead of doing it for love and passion).

Perhaps this Yinu is going through something similar to FRAU Yinu, where she is slowly losing passion as she's been working at NSR by this point for about 6 years at this point. It wouldn't be as bad as the Failed Revolution, but she would start to be jealous of Gwen and George's relationship with the healthy communication while she feels like she can't fully talk to her mom. So that could be a plot point for this version of this AU!

Also, something I forgot to mention in my other long post of the AU, is that I love the idea that all these teens get into the mermaid project for different reasons. Like the Crew got into the project as a way to escape their home lives, Gwen used it as a way to express herself (similar to I think why Remi even started drawing mermaids in the first place). Peni was just super interested in the whole thing and just started fixating on the project. Miles was into the project but moreso loved the friends he made along the way. Ganke would be the opposite of Miles with him liking the friends and then getting care for the project itself. I think Margo was just looking for something related to tech both as an escape from her home life but for a potential project in her portfolio for the future that she just got really deep into the project and stuck around after making friends. Pav wanted to help out Remi as well as just have creative fun, and Gayatri would most likely have just joined in some sessions before getting really invested in the project and having a lot of fun with the voice acting which kept her on the project.

It's just cool to think that all of these different people from all over the world join together to make something significant happen! Literally it's like fandom and just online community, but it's so nice to see it in this kind of scale because it puts into perspective how great fandom community can be and how it can help people out of all kinds of situations.

Anyway, yeah sorry for that little ramble! I do definitely think the only way this AU happens is definitely because of kids/teens being online and finding life long friends because of that. :3

[mistleaneous-chaos]

Elden Ring thoughts because I’ve been watching Woolie play it and thoughts keep poppin’ up somethin’ fierce

It’s fucked up of Castle Sol to have eclipse imagery after how much Dark Souls 3 made me worry so much about the game ending on a similar note

At the same time though if there is a connection between Souls and ER like people theorize I really fucking hope Elden Ring is in the FFAAAAAARR future because I honestly cannot handle it being a prequel because I cannot emotionally handle everything just leading to the literal wasteland that is the Dark Souls 3 DLC

Also btw, nobody’s been talking about it but the Elden Beast arena is literally surrounded by Erdtrees so that really makes me think that Erdtrees are possibly corrupted Archtrees from Dark Souls, like you fight it in a lake with a bunch of trees around so like, it’s not impossible?

Also it’d make sense considering the fact that after everything in the Souls Games, Ash Lake still fuckin’ exists?? Like it never disappeared or got destroyed or anything it just kept existing because nobody knew it even existed besides the Chosen Undead and uh, I don’t know if they’re still around, personally. And also it’d be fitting for the main driving force of the plot to have taken over the dregs of what came before and just infecting it. It’d also go with the theme of creatures taking refuge in that which came before like the claymen infesting the old cities, the creatures taking refuge in the Haligtree, etc

Man Albinaurics have it rough. They either wander Liurnia and can’t talk, get killed for existing in their village if they’re first generation, try to find their way to a land that they don’t even know if it exists for certain, or live in a Dynasty based entirely off of blood-worship… which ironically is the only one where they’re not actively in danger. Like it’s weird how the Albinaurics in the Mohgwyn dynasty are just, chilling??? Like it is a really dangerous place and there’s probably some dead ones or smth I missed but like, it seems chill? So yeah points for Mohg for doing more for the Omen and Albinaurics than Morgott did? Still pretty fucked up for that Miquella stuff though.

Speaking of, it actually does kind of make sense for Mohg to feel a sort of kinship with Miquella. Not only did they both have the same mother, they both tried to create new sorts of orders outside of the Golden Order, Mohg with his dynasty and Miquella with his Haligtree. Along with that is their use of blood in pursuit of their goals, specifically their own. Miquella uses his blood to try and spur the Haligtree to grow, and Mohg embraced his own blood in order to rise above the Order, so it’s not improbable for Mohg to have heard that and decided that Miquella could be useful

Also keep in mind Mohg is still definitely a fuck and I don’t wanna excuse ANY of the shit he did

I think a lot of people disregard the fact that like, a majority of the Runebearers are insane. Like not just Radahn, but like it’s made clear that almost, if not all of them were driven insane by the Great Runes and tainted by them according to Enia, and if I had to guess it’d be due to how long they’ve had them. Hell the only person who may be ok is Malenia and that’s just because she’s been in a coma for fucking forever. And keep in mind that likely includes Miquella, because when bringing up missing demigods Gideon says Ranni doesn’t matter because she discarded her great rune, implying Miquella does, so he’s probably a bit insane too. But overall it adds more depth to the demigods’ actions like Godrick possibly having had those ambitions before but them being enflamed by the great rune driving him mad, Morgott’s self-hatred and fixation on the erdtree maybe being stronger than it was because of the Rune, etc.

[guiltycorp]

rsurrek said here: Thanks for the reply! This was honestly rlly enlightening. Agreed that dilucs neutral stance is so hard to read. At the beginning, I thought that his voice line about kaeya implied that he didn’t trust kaeya and it was somehow tied to the reveal of the “truth”. But knowing that diluc still cared about kaeya to keep tabs about him and to work with the knights during the event kinda contradicts that. Imo now it just looks like a complaint abt kaeya making up stories lmao. Like telling the traveler his eyepatch was inherited or making it seem he was blind in that eye by wearing one in the first place

Yeah! That’s the impression that I got as well! His voiceline is actually similar to other characters’ voicelines about Kaeya, nobody thinks that he’s an actual suspicious/dangerous person, only that he’s too fond of tricks, pranks and dramatic lies.  So at worst Diluc is mildly annoyed at Kaya’s antics, but considering how in the comic he literally let himself get arrested by the Knights to be given over to the Fatui all because Kaeya planned it like that, he must hold a significant amount of trust in him still.  This is a bit confusing if we imagine that Kaeya revealed some terrible information about himself before their fight, which is why I think it must have happened for a more emotional and personal reason rather than Diluc honestly doing a 180 from their previous close relationship and viewing Kaeya as an actual threat to Mondstadt’s safety. If Diluc viewed Kaeya as a potentially ‘corrupt soul’ or ‘evil' or some other thing he likes saying, he would either judge him accordingly or at least would act in a more conflicted manner. But so far it seems that the only beef he still has with Kaeya is that Kaeya remained a Knight of Favonius! Which is kind of understandable, but also short-sighted on his part - if Kaeya were to leave the Knights then the whole structure would almost fall apart, he and Jean are doing most of the work. Plus most importantly it’s the only thing officially tying Kaeya to Mondstadt. It would be one thing if Kaeya could rely on Diluc to welcome him back into his life in case he quit his job, but without that certainty the Knights are the only tether he has to the city (this is part of the reason why I have this headcanon that Kaeya was already slowly pulling away from Ragnvindrs before Crepus’s death so as not to feel so guilty over having to betray their expectations in the future, but then once Crepus died he decided to stay with Mond and held on to the Knights with an iron grip for that reason). But that fits into the main aspect of their current relationship which is that Diluc doesn’t understand Kaeya at all. In the comic he was angry and irritable when Kaeya came to visit him in his manor, clearly expecting Kaeya to use his position as a Knight against him.   Then in his character quest he once again thought that Kaeya was going to out him as the Darknight Hero to ‘get back at him’. Even though none of this makes any sense for Kaeya to do, so...  And in last year’s summer event he was surprised that Kaeya still remembered their seashell gathering - although missing the past is one of Kaeya’s core traits. Basically Diluc clearly just doesn’t know about Kaeya’s fixation with him, he is just this oblivious.  And it’s still unclear whether he even thinks about Kaeya that much and if he has a similar emotional attachment or not. Like, he probably does considering how tsundere he acted about the vase, but. Otherwise he tends to rebuff his attempts at conversation, and in current event we can see the contrast between his treatment of the Traveler and Kaeya - both of them are working with Diluc to help deal with the ley lines, but while Diluc gifted the Traveler some super elite grape juice and invited them to dinner, Kaeya is turned away from the manor, not given any gifts, not invited for dinner. Maybe I misunderstood something about ‘making a difficult situation even more complicated’, but it seems to be just that Diluc doesn’t want a Knight of Favonius spending this much time at the winery while they’re cooperating on a joint task so as not to raise suspicions?... Idk, this doesn’t seem like a good enough reason to me considering how often Kaeya spends time around him and the winery anyway.  Also, it almost feels like Diluc is sublimating his relationship with Kaeya by leaning onto the Traveler this much, but he could be a bit nicer about it. He is also laser-focused on his goals and convictions, so maybe he puts Kaeya out of his mind on purpose, otherwise those thoughts get too distracting. And as long as Kaeya is physically fine he thinks there’s no actual problem to solve, they’re fine and that’s it.  

[boxofteethrpg-blog]

To Have and To Hold Chapter 4

Estelle hadn't had an easy time moving for the last six years, yet she slipped off of the railing as spry as she'd been when they first fell in love. She beamed even without her dentures and closed the distance similar to a nocturnal predator. Cradled like an infant to her long-mummified bosom was a writhing mass of tumors. The visceral lumps twitched; sinewy globes rolled against one another in the way only a living thing could. Blood and viscous ichor dripped between Estelle's fingers, stained her gown.

"Where did you get that?" he asked but didn't really want to know.

She tilted the largest clump of fatty malignancy closer to his lips as if it was a baby's head to kiss, saying, "I called and it came. It wants to help."

The coppery taste befouled the roof of his mouth, tickled the back of his tongue. Barney pressed against the door. Muffled shrieks of horror and cries of anguish penetrated cheap wood. He asked, "who are you?"

Estelle rolled her eyes and tucked the quivering cysts back to her breast. The restored matron straightened up. Her warm breath flowed over his face as she said, "your wife, parts of her anyway. Every ounce of me adores you, even the so-called rogue cells. In sickness and in health, right?"

She swiftly stole a peck from him before she turned back to the bed.

On the other side of the door, someone blubbered, begged the doctors to stop her father from tearing himself inside out. Barney barely registered it as he fixated on his wife's bared spine. Hospital gowns offered little dignity. While Estelle had lost all the curves that'd turned his head with youthful lust, he still adored her and never recoiled from her. Not until now. All down the spine, he'd kissed hundreds of times sprouts of pestilent meat writhed akin to a metropolis of botfly larvae. Her older wounds earned battling the big C wept clotted ooze.

"Shh, there we are," the corrupted woman murmured fondly, setting the foul collection down on the bed, and then traipsed over to the wall. Barney noted streaks of red running from the ruptured vent. A new clump of cancerous growths 'peered' over the edge with a dribble of grease. Estelle lifted her hands and cooed to them encouragingly. As hesitant as a kitten, the animate tumor tested the drop once, then again, before mustering up the courage to spill over. It didn't fall but instead inched as a slug would straight down into Estelle's clutches. The woman explained, "people think of us as some sort of invader, an illness, when we're actually a part of them. We're as natural as having a heart, lungs, brains, and eyes. We have a function, a completely natural one at that. Everything is meant to die."

Barney fumbled at the door handle; his venerable hands made it harder than it should be. He whimpered, "oh God."

"Not everything I suppose. Not anymore," Estelle said. The steaming pile of viscera was added to the first, and Estelle turned to catch the next batch crawling forth. She continued, "not me. Not you. Not us. If anyone deserves to be together, forever, it's you and me."

His hands finally worked right and Barney tore the door open, once again abandoning the walker. He slammed the door shut behind him once he escaped, only to find chaos. While some staff and visitors rushed from room to room, most of them huddled in doorways rubbing at their faces, rocking as they wept, or stampeding to the lift and stairs. Above all the screams, howls, the wailing of monitors, and rain lashed the building. The offal stench of ruptured internal cavities overpowered once-sterile air.

Without his walker, Barney lurched. He'd intended to join the mob in its panicked escape. Stress and age sapped him. Barney faltered with a cry and fell against the opposite door frame. With what strength he could rally, Barney clung to lacquered wood. He stared at the dying man on the bed inside. The poor bastard didn't have as much as a get-well-soon bouquet, which was good as it would have been a waste of money. Despite being perhaps two decades younger than Barney, the patient looked fit for the grave and that wasn't counting the rapidly pulsating sacs covering his chest. The bedridden man gurgled when he should have screamed, and identical to emerging butterflies, neoplasms pulled themselves from meaty cocoons.

Barney flailed away and collided with the side of a discarded gurney. It started to roll but with a deep-rooted moan, he kept it in place. The rest of the world continued to go mad around him. Red pools seeped from many of the doorways. The healthy stumbled haphazardly, stained ruddy, and numb from what they'd witnessed. Some of them even clutched at burgeoning wounds as undiagnosed growths answered Estelle's siren call. Others worked self-inflicted lacerations further open.

The geezer tried to focus and found himself meeting Dr. 'Selleck's' bewildered gaze. Slick gore covered the physician. As the two men stared at one another lucidity cleared the young man's fogged eyes. The doctor brushed giblets from his facial hair and shifted his attention to Estelle's door. Murderous intent saturated the young man's face as he plucked a fire extinguisher from its mooring.

[nataliaphantomhivesblog]

Corruption & Trust

Stormbringer and bsd spoilers in general ahead so read at your own risk!!

So in this post I will be listing all the times Chuuya used corruption and all the times Dazai was there to stop it. I will also go into depth as to why Chuuya trusts Dazai when it comes to having to use corruption and I will also emphazise on Dazai's care and how he takes corruption seriously.

1. First time using corruption: Stormbringer

Chuuya and Dazai's age: 16 yrs old

"Isn't it an unpleasant sight, Chuuya."

It was a young boy. This young boy casually caught hold of Chuuya's arm and lifted it up. With this movement, the gravitational field which had occured around them disappered immediatly. As well as Chuuya’s agony.

"Y...You..."

"You can't even die gracefully can you?" the young boy said in a raspy voice as he heaved Chuuya on his shoulders. He set off to walk.

Alright so this was the first time Chuuya's corruption was ever activated, after Dazai nullifies it and carries Chuuya on his back, he drops him off outside the bar were Chuuya's friends lay dead. He took him there instead of taking him directly to the port mafia quarters.

Why did he do that exactly? If Dazai doesn't care for Chuuya, then why did he give Chuuya the opportunity to pay farewell to his dying friends?

It's actually sort of funny because I don't really think Dazai really realizes or accepts that he feels a certain connection with Chuuya and therefore looks after him.

2. Second time using Corruption: Stormbringer

Chuuya and Dazai's age: 16 yrs old (obviously, its still the same light novel lol)

After losing his strength, Chuuya drifted in the air for a few seconds, then lost the black wings on his back and slowly fell.

Dazai caught his body.

From the spot where Dazai touched, the nulification skill was activated.

The self-contradictory skill that supports the energy of the singular point receded, and the output of the singular point decreased. Eventually, it converged and the "gate" closed. The red imprints disappeared from Chuya's whole body. Eventually, the gravitational field disappeared and the complete silence was restored.

“Good job, Chuuya." Dazai chuckled, looking at Chuuya he was holding in his arms. "I forgot to bring my ink pen, so I'll spare you from having your face scribbled."

As much as it looks like this is from a fanfiction, I can assure you that it's an actual passage from stormbringer.

I can't really say much except the fact that Dazai is being extremely soft here.

And this was the conversation Dazai and Chuuya shared beforehand:

"There is one problem." Dazai cut off his sentence hesitantly. "It has nothing to do with the sucess rate of the plan. It is a matter we have to overcome in the end but... It may require some time to decide."

"What's with you?" Chuuya raised his eyebrows at Dazai. "Stop dramatizing it. Just hurry up and say it."

"I said earlier about this control spell to open the 'gate' that is used to reset the command inside Chuuya, right?" Dazai spoke with a strangely restrained voice. "If we use that, the logs of the command formula that were written in the past will be erased. That means...even if the memory erasure was used on Chuuya in the past, the traces of that will be erased as well."

"What?"

"I told you before right? the memory erasure command. The only way we can confirm if Chuuya is human or not is to check the history to see if the memory erasure command was ever used. It means..." Dazai looked at Chuuya with eyes that he had never looked at him before. Those eyes were serious. "If we use that control spell, the method to confirm if Chuuya is an artificial personality created by a string of code, or just a normal human being, will be lost. For good."

The time had stopped.

Chuuya opened his eyes and looked towards Dazai but his eyes were not seeing anything. The wind blew between the two of them. Even so, Chuuya did not blink.

"Verlaine became like that because he was tormented by the curse that he was not human. That only is enough of a big problem. The matter of being human or not." Dazai looked at his pocket watch, gave it a glance and continued. "I can delay the time until the plan starts for about two minutes. I will send an order for my men to wait... You can think about it alone for a while. Cuz I guess its hard for you to collect your thoughts with me around."

Having said so, Dazai turned away and walked down the stairs, leaving Chuuya alone.

Dazai fixated in his pocket watch. Two more minutes. Too short for a life decision. But he couldn't afford more than that.

Inside Dazai's head, he was planning a procedure to swith to an alternative plan in case Chuuya refused, at a tremendous speed.

After this exchange, Chuuya does decide on using corruption. I have talked about this section on a previous post of mine, and I just love it so much. For starters, I think this conversation that these two shared is very important to their characters.

For Chuuya, it shows us how undeniably selfless he is. He would rather save the people of Yokahama instead of finding out something that meant a lot to him. He sacrificed his own desires to save the people he cares about.

For Dazai its a completely different story, in this exchange Dazai was able to openly express genuine concern for his partner. He also understands the gravity of the decision Chuuya has to take and therefore leaves the decision up to him.

Third time using corruption: Dragon's Head Conflict

Chuuya and Dazai' s age: 16 yrs old

During this one, Chuuya demands to know where his friends are, and Shibusawa says all six of them killed themselves after being caught. Enraged, Chuuya activates Corruption which ultimatley ended the 88 day conflict.

There isn't much to say about Dazai and Chuuya here since there isn't really an aftermath on this occasion but I bealive this picture is enough.

Before reading the DA manga, I genuienly thought that the only time Chuuya ever rested on Dazai's lap was when they were 22 but this proved me wrong.

I mean this is a minimal thing to point out but if Dazai disregarded Chuuya he would've just left him there, right? But instead he remained with Chuuya and allowed him to rest on his lap, in the picture you can also see he is putting Chuuya's hat back on. It's such a simple gesture but it shows us how caring Dazai can be when it comes to Chuuya using corruption.

Fourth time using corruption: Lovecraft Battle, Double Black reunion

Chuuya and Dazai's age: 22 yrs old

This is personally one of my favorite times in which Chuuya uses corruption. The fact that these two had not been working together for 4 years yet they still managed to not only accomplish their mission, but mantain their trust for one another.

I find what Chuuya says here extremely ironic because if anything, the choice has always been up to him. Dazai always uses corruption as a last-resort trick and its always Chuuya who makes the final decision of using it or not, even in a life or death situation Dazai won't take it upon himself to force Chuuya to make the decision if they will be using it or not, and hes always willing to come up with an alternative plan in case Chuuya refuses. (an example of this is when Chuuya used corruption for the 2nd time in SB).

I think the reason as to why Dazai takes corruption extremely seriously is because during stormbringer he was the first person to even see Chuuya use corruption and also the person who understood how corruption will always be sort of like a burden to Chuuya, since it was thanks to corruption that his "am I human?" question stayed unanswered.

He knows how it feels to struggle with your own humanity and he doesn't want for Chuuya (who he literally sees as human), to hold that inner conflict with himself because of corruption.

Anyways, Chuuya decides to go through corruption trusting that Dazai will be there to nullify it.

And of course, Dazai does nullify it.

And after Dazai nullifies corruption, we get this very touching moment between both of them.

This is the first time Chuuya openly admits to trusting Dazai, although it was always evident that he trusts him, I just love how open he is being here.

Also the light punch he gives to Dazai's chest is such a sweet gesture, I see it as a silent way for Chuuya to say "I trust you because after all this time I still see you as my partner."

Dazai's smile in that small pannel is one of the most genuine expression we have gotten out of him. What he says is also a very sweet, I love that he calls him partner. The fact that these two are literally in rival organizations yet Dazai still calls him partner, it shows us that even after all these years he still can't help but see him the same way as he has always done.

Actually in Japanese he calls him "Aibou" and from my understanding, when you use the term Aibou it's for someone who you consider yourself to be close with. It means "partner" like in english but it holds a deeper meaning. If Dazai used the word "nakama" it would have been a very diffrent story since it means partner as well but it isn't used for someone you share a significant connection with. Asagiri's play with words here says a lot.

Fifth time using corruption: Dead Apple

Chuuya and Dazai's age: 22yrs old.

Of course I have to talk about one of the most iconic moments in the history of Soukoku.

Chuuya uses corruption to save Dazai, even if Ango says that he's dead for sure. Something I find very intresting here though is that Chuuya screams for Dazai while he is on corruption, he is obviously not supposed to be self concious about the whole situation, while on Corruption clearly he is not supposed to be in sane state of mind, as we all here know, Chuuya loses control and does not have the track of reality while under his own ability but this time, while using corruption, the one and only thing that was on his mind was "Dazai."

It wasn't only Chuuya who entrusted his life to Dazai, Dazai too entrusted his life in Chuuya's hands. When Dazai came up with this plan, he was more than certain that Chuuya was going to save him. And I think a tumblr blog pointed this out but when Chuuya uses curroption, he cannot control his strength, but when he had to punch Dazai he did it lightly, which is strange considering he was using curroption and it would've made a lot more sence if Dazai ended up decapitated due to being punched by a literal god. Dazai had to have faith in the fact that Chuuya will somehow be able to control corruption, even if its just a little bit.

Afterwards when Chuuya manages to rescue Dazai, Dazai gently touches his cheek to nullify corruption and greets him with, "You used Corruption believing in me? I am so touched I could cry." Chuuya groans, and replies that yes he did, that he believed in his disgusting vitality and craftiness.

When they both fall to the ground, Dazai forces Chuuya to rest in his lap because he didn't want to have to protect him from this situation since the fog is still up and Chuuya himself is all worn out and wouldn't be able to fight. But heres the thing, both Chuuya and Dazai's abilities can't be seperated by the fog. I mean Dazai's ability is nulification so it basically cancels out, and Chuuya hosts a literal god inside him so it isn't really an ability if you know what I mean.

So in reality, Dazai just wanted Chuuya to rest. Dazai could've literally just left Chuuya in the fog if he was only using him for his goals, but he was genuienly appreciating Chuuya's trust in him. The way Dazai's hand is resting on Chuuya's hair is a nice gesture too, he is greatful for him and he is moved that someone trusts him, it is shown throughout the Fifthteen and SB light novel that no one trusted Dazai and how most were afraid to even approach him. And in the ADA, everyone is somewhat warry around him (excluding Atsushi ofc). But Chuuya literally puts his life on the line trusting that Dazai will always be there to save him. He trusts him greatly and Dazai knows that, and I think its pretty clear to us that he would never want to break that trust.

The fact that Chuuya trusts Dazai even after he left the Port Mafia without an explanation or goodbye shows us how strong their bond is. Chuuya most likely trusts Dazai because deep down he knows that he isn't using Chuuya's ability out of his own selifshness, a part of him is aware that Dazai uses corruption as a last resort but he just doesn't want to admit it, and I feel like he also trusts him subconciously because of how gentle Dazai is after Chuuya uses corruption.

I really hope we get to see more of these "corruption moments" because in all honesty, these moments are the ones that bring out the most vulenrability for both characters. The moment corruption is used, we see the inmeasurable amount of trust and care these two have for each other that they won't show in other situations. During these times it always shines a very open and bittersweet light on their bond and I love it so much.

[dreamingofaizawa]

Potent

Alpha! Hanta Sero x Fem! Omega! Reader

***18+ Fic***

If you are under the age of 18 please vacate the premises.

Warnings: A/B/O, smut, knotting, marking, breeding kink (sorta? idk it comes with the A/B/O territory), a hint of pregnancy kink, a bit of blood

Word Count: 3.6 k

Author's Note: Ohhhhkaayyy so this has been sitting in my google doc for AGES. I think I started this in...October of last year? It's been sitting there for months and I've lacked the motivation to finish and post it but then I sent in an anon ask to @reinawritesbnha and, being the absolute queen she is, she became the little push I needed to do it. I DID IT FOR REINA!!

Also, this is some of my earliest writing and I only skimmed and edited a little bit of it so if there's a little bit of weird pacing or a strange cutoff where the writing styles clash it's because I haven't touched this piece in months.

Anywho, enjoy~

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It had to happen when you were surrounded by alphas.

Your suppressants flaked out, again, and your scent wafted through the air on the street. Normally It’d be fine for an omega to let their scent float freely around them. But your scent is particularly...potent, even when you weren’t in heat. Not only that, but you weren’t mated yet, your scent glands still bare, and you still didn’t have a pack. To make matters worse, you’re quirkless.

You hadn’t realised what was happening until your path was blocked by an especially large male alpha. You turned around, and there were two more behind you. Fuck. This isn’t good. You took in your surroundings and searched for an exit, but you couldn’t find a way out. There's no way you’d be able to outrun the three very large male alphas.

Probably the worst part is that more alphas are turning their head toward you, taking notice of your lavender honey and rain scent that slowly began turning to a sour swamp. You dared to hope that change would ward off the three cornering you, but they’d already got a whiff of you. Several distressed chirps sounded from your chest, voicing your discomfort, and you glared pointedly at the three alphas as they edged closer to you.

You hate when this happened. Why’d you have to be cursed like this? Your growls only grew, baring your little omega fangs. There’s no way in hell you’d let some stranger scent you, let alone one of these creeps. They wouldn’t take the damn hint and just crept closer to you, calling out to the ‘pretty little omega’ to ‘come have some fun’.

You’re scared now, the involuntary chirps in your chest coming more frequently. None of the other alphas or betas on the street were big enough to face the three, making you a sitting duck and a ragdoll if they wanted you to be. Your claws are small, nowhere near ideal for this situation, but you’d use them if you needed to. With a final low defiant growl you dropped your bag against the wall behind you and readied yourself for a fight.

Suddenly a large body dropped in front of you, his back to you. His scent alone hit you like a freight train, orange zest, mint, tree bark and something earthy. It had your head spinning, nearly sending you into an early heat. He growled, low and powerful, the sound rattling in your chest and making you sink further into the wall behind you. The other three alpha’s scents together were still overpowered by the new alpha before you, and they vanished faster than they appeared.

He turned around and stepped away from you, giving you space to breathe. He kneeled down enough so he was eye level with you, his hands reaching out clearly in an attempt to comfort you, but kept from touching you.

“Are you okay?” The question barely registered, still delirious from his scent, and you’re having a hard time recovering. Large hands grip your shoulders and shake you lightly, your mind beginning to clear with the soothing pheromones he’s releasing.

“Omega.” The command snapped you to attention, your gaze fixated on his own dark irises.

“Are you okay, omega?” You blink, swallow down the lump in your throat, take a deep breath.

“Yeah...I’m okay. Thank you, alpha.” But you’re not quite okay. You need to get home. Fast. The alpha seemed to catch on, probably by your scent that still hadn’t returned to normal. He stands and slips off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders and wrapping you in his scent. It’s a comforting gesture.

“Let’s get you home.” With a nod you set off, the man walking next to you with a strong, warm hand on the middle of your back.

“What’s your name?” You introduce yourself, and he does the same. His name is Sero Hanta, and now that you’re calm again, you take in just how handsome he is.

Raven hair is pulled back into a small bun, showing off his undercut and strong, sharp jawline. Onyx eyes shine with kindness and playful mischief, and a beaming grin reveals pearly white teeth. He’s incredibly toned, his muscles calmly rippling under the t-shirt that stretched over his chest. You vaguely noticed the strange shape of his elbows, but disregarded it as his quirk. The omega in you is howling, begging for this alpha, his scent invading your senses. But you suppress it quickly, reminding yourself you’d only just met this man.

As you reach your apartment you exchange phone numbers, and he tells you to keep the jacket and use it when you go out to ward off any unwanted attention. You thank him again for helping you earlier, and he waves to you as he walks down the hall and enters the elevator, the doors closing in front of his handsome smiling face.

Despite meeting him only ten minutes earlier your instincts trust the alpha, and you hold the jacket close to your face, breathing in his scent. It’s wonderful, and your inner omega is in love. You find yourself wondering when you’d see him again.

The next few days are riddled with work and calls to your doctor about the strength of your suppressants. You work from home as a secretary for a small company. It’s a miracle you’d found it, too. Nobody wants an omega, let alone a potent one. It’s an alpha’s world, you guess. When this job opening popped up you were ecstatic, so you took it and have been working from home with decent pay for the last five years.

The calls to your doctor were not going as smoothly as your job, though. You leave a message every four hours until she finally calls you back. She was concerned since the suppressants she’d prescribed are the strongest out there, and if your scent was overpowering them they were either defective or your scent glands were overproducing. It wasn’t an immediate threat to your health, it only meant you’d be drawing more attention than you wanted to. Still, it’s annoying and makes life so much harder than it needs to be.

After she prescribed twice the amount, she said she’d look over your tests from the latest visit before she hung up the phone. You groaned once the call ended. You seriously needed a break from your second gender. Taking the prescribed double dose of suppressants, you got ready to go out to the corner cafe to read and drink coffee. Hopefully the new amount will keep steady. You really don’t want to deal with any more aggressive alphas this week. For good measure you pull on Sero’s jacket, allowing his scent to cover you, then grab your keys, phone, wallet and a book and begin the walk.

When you arrive at the cafe you order a hot mocha, curl into the small corner booth and crack open the book. You got lost in the ink and your mind floated along the adventure, putting yourself in the shoes of the main character and leading the mission to take down the corrupt queen who’d framed you for killing the prince of a neighboring kingdom. You were ripped from the fantasy world when a bright, enthusiastic blonde came up and tapped you on the shoulder, making you jump. His smile was as bright as his hair.

“Sorry to scare you cutie, but I couldn’t help but notice that jacket of yours smells an awful lot like my friend Sero!” You smile softly at the blonde.

“Well if we’re talking about the same Sero Hanta, then your nose would be correct. This is his jacket.” His eyes widen as he nods.

“Oh my gosh you must be the omega he keeps talk-” The blonde’s words became muffled by a large hand. A hand that belonged to the very man you were talking about. Sero smiles apologetically down at you as he shoves the blonde back to where you assume they’re sitting.

“Sorry about Kami, he’s… extroverted.” You smile back at him, mostly because you’re happy to see him again.

“It’s no problem at all. He recognized your scent on me.” He looked down and only then realized you’re wearing his jacket, and he beams at you. Then he takes a glance at the booth you’re sitting all alone at, his smile falling just a bit.

“Do you wanna come sit with us?” You take a moment to think about the offer, then agree with a nod. Your omega couldn’t pass up more time with him.

As you approach the booth you notice there are more people with Sero than you anticipated. There were four other people sitting there. Sero introduced all of them from left to right. Bakugo Katsuki, Kirishima Eijiro, Ashido Mina, and the happy blonde from earlier is Kaminari Denki. You introduce yourself and when Sero slid into the booth, you followed after him.

These five are a tight pack, and you learn they all met in high school. Bakugo’s brash personality made you wary at first, but it didn’t take long to realize he’s just like that with everyone. He makes a bit of a snippy remark, which you easily counter, and he smirks while the rest smile or snicker. It would seem they like you.

You can’t tell what their second genders are, and you mentally kick yourself for even wondering in the first place. Their genders are none of your concern, but you can’t blame yourself when you’re constantly alert because of your own stupid second gender. As it turns out, you don’t need to wait very long to find out.

This time you smell your own scent as it permeates the air around you. You swear under your breath at the stupid suppressants that obviously can’t so their job, and the others snap their gazes to you. You sigh.

“Yeah, that scent is me. My suppressants flaked again. Sorry about that.” They all nodded, seemingly understanding. Sero must have told them about the other day. Of course, it would soon repeat. It didn’t take long for an alpha to take notice of your scent. The man -- why is it always the largest males??? -- strides up to the booth with a cocksure grin and leans down to inhale your scent. You duck away from him, into Sero, and let out an albeit small warning growl that was drowned in Sero and Kirishima’s. He ignored them all the same.

“Hey there little omega, you smell real nice. You wanna come hang with me instead? We can have some fun together with my buddies, what do you say?” The others stayed quiet. They’re going to let you defend yourself before they do anything in case they end up escalating the situation. You turn your head and lift your shoulder, hiding your scent gland.

“I’m not interested, thank you. Please leave me alone.” You hoped to whatever deity watched over you that the man would leave. Before anyone could react the alpha grabbed your wrist in a vice grip, yanking you roughly from your seat. You chirp, your scent turning sour and the entire pack abruptly stands, baring their fangs at the man. It barely registered in your head that Kirishima and Bakugo are alphas, Mina is a beta, and Kaminari is an omega, their fangs giving them away.

The man tightens his grip on your wrist and you cry out, your bones creaking under the pressure. With no other options you did the one thing that would get him to let go, and sank your fangs into his wrist. You jump back into Sero, who wraps an arm around you protectively.

“You bit me, you bitch!” He raises an arm, clearly about to try and hit you, but a large hand grabs his wrist. Surprisingly enough it’s Bakugo, and his growl is laced into his words.

“Leave now, or you lose a hand.” Sero speaks up from above you.

“You might wanna listen, amigo. That’s Dynamight.” The alpha rips his arm from Bakugo’s hold and looks down at you, and you growl at him as he scoffs and walks away, apparently not ready to fight the #2 pro hero over an omega.

You all sit back down and you pull up the sleeve of the jacket to inspect the already forming bruise on your wrist. Your nose wrinkles with a half-angry half-pained snarl. Tenderly, Sero takes your wrist and lightly squeezes the sides of your forearm, against your bones, and your lack of reaction tells him nothing’s broken. Still, he growls at the offending bruise.

“I’m gonna kill him.” You shake your head and put a hand over his.

“It’s not worth it Sero. He’s probably long gone.” You turn to the rest of the pack.

“Thank you for protecting me.” Kirishima is the first to speak.

“Of course! That dude was a jerk. I just hope he doesn’t go around doing that to other omegas.” Bakugo, surprisingly, spoke next.

“Obviously we’d protect you. You’re a potent omega and quirkless, so you attract unwanted attention without even knowing or wanting to. Besides, if you’re gonna be Sero’s omega there’s no way in hell we’d let some extra handle you like that.” The implications make your face burn, and Kirishima smacks the blonde’s arm with a ‘Don’t just say that kind of thing, Katsuki.’

After an hour or two of talking, and shockingly no other aggressive alphas, they all walk you home to your apartment. Sero wanted to check on your wrist again, so you invited them all in, but they all had something else to do, so you were left alone with Sero. The fact that the one alpha you desperately wanted to be around is alone with you in your apartment is both great and terrible. Thankfully, you have self-control and his own suppressants are working perfectly fine.

He inspected the darkening bruise on your wrist, his large hands gripping your arm tenderly and turning it gently as he prods at the skin. It doesn’t hurt too bad, so you assure him you’ll be perfectly fine. Eventually he leaves with a hug and you sigh once the door is closed, relieved that you were able to keep your omega at bay and your hands to yourself.

A couple days later you get a text from him and the two of you text often, asking how each other’s day went, if anything interesting had happened. You didn’t leave your apartment unless you needed to, since your suppressants clearly weren’t working, so you made sure to cut grocery trips short and keep away from any alphas that seemed a bit aggressive. Sero invited you to hang out with the pack at their house, and you obliged.

They lived in a huge house all together. Most of the rooms were sealed so no scents or sounds could go in or out for ruts and heats, and there were several spare rooms that were empty and waiting for more pack members. It was a fun hangout, filled with video games and good conversation, and even better food which Bakugo cooked. Sero had an arm around you whenever he was close, and you definitely didn’t mind. Your suppressants flaked in the middle, again, and Sero insisted he walk you home. With him walking you home there weren’t any alphas trying to get you this time. You ended up going over to hang out with them a lot when you weren’t working, and eventually Sero began to court you.

Obviously, you accepted, and after a few months of dating and scenting, your overactive scent glands seemed to mellow out, Sero’s scent mixing with it. Your suppressants are lasting much longer now, which is a good sign. Now that you’re Sero’s omega, he often helped you with your heats and you’d help him with his ruts, and he was strong-willed enough that he hadn’t marked or knotted you in the middle of things.

About a year and a half into the relationship you realize you really love him. Sure you had arguments, but everything was settled through calmed discussions over coffee or tea, and you came to understand each other well enough that arguments became few and far between.

You’re happy with Sero, so when your heat came around early and he was there to help, you were going to let him know just how much you loved him.

You texted him once you felt it starting. He was there within half an hour, and you pounced on him once the font door closed, smothering him in hot, wet kisses, eager to feel him inside you. He carries you to the bedroom, and you two are quick in shedding all of your clothes. He lays you on your back with a hand on your throat as he growls into your ear, making a hot shudder roll down your spine.

“Are you ready for me omega?” You whine and nod, your slick already dripping down your folds. You want him so bad it hurts.

“Please alpha, I need your cock.” He growls again, satisfied with your answer, and he presses into you, bottoming out with one firm thrust. You chant his name like a mantra as he set a bruising pace, rutting into you recklessly, wet skin slapping on skin the only other sound beside your whimpers and his growls. His teeth nip at your shoulder, sharp fangs testing your skin and claws digging into the fat of your hips. His cock is so deep, hot swollen tip kissing your cervix with every full-bodied thrust and sending you into a euphoric haze. Your own claws are sinking into his back, leaving little trails of red and blood beading down the lines. It drives him wild every time.

“That’s right, little omega. Mark me up, I’m all yours. Fuck you’re so pretty underneath me like this.” His hands grip behind your knees and press them into your chest, folding you nearly in half as he plows into you further. The angle knocks the breath from your lungs and your eyes roll back. You can feel his knot beginning to swell, feel how his thrusts are getting more controlled and his grip on your thighs tighten from the sheer concentration it’s taking for him not to breed you. You have other plans. Between wheezed breaths you squeak out.

“H-hantaaa~” He slows to a near snail’s pace, grinding his slowly growing cock into your sweet spot, a smirk stretching across his face as you splutter from the sudden change. He’s enjoying making you squirm.

“What is it, sweetness? Tell your alpha what you need.” You pant, chest heaving as much as the position will allow.

“Want your mark, want your knot~ Wanna be bred Hanta! I want your pups!” He stills completely, claws digging into the fat of your thighs with enough force to have drops of blood falling to the sheets beneath you. You’d never said anything like that in the heat of the moment. He can’t have heard you correctly...right?

“Princesa, do you know what you just said?” The seriousness in his tone has you sobering, but even before you knew exactly what you were saying. You nod frantically, wiggling your hips to get him to move again.

“Yes! I know alpha! Please, give me your knot~” His growl makes your bones shake, and with no warning he drops your legs around his waist and leans down so his face is buried in your neck.

“Fuck, I’m gonna trust you with this baby girl. I’ll give you exactly what you want.” His fangs sink into your scent gland just as he picks up his brutal pace, and the euphoria makes you cum hard, your whole body locking up and mouth falling open in a silent scream. He plows into you as you regain your breath, and you bite down on his own scent gland as hard as you can, tearing into his skin with every intention of leaving a pretty scar for the world to see.

His knot swells more, and he’s pushing it into you with every ounce of power he can generate with that gorgeous body of his. With one final snap of his hips he locks his body to yours and cums hard, ropes of hot seed filling you to the brim. He collapses on top of you and laps at the wound on your neck and you do the same. After a few minutes he leans back and cups your face in his hand, gazing down at you like you hung the moon and the stars.

“Are you alright?” You nod, nuzzling into his palm.

“I’m sorry. I was gonna talk to you about it, but my heat came early.” He kisses your forehead gently, brushing the strands of hair from your face.

“It’s okay, pretty thing. I trust you know what you’re getting yourself into.” You giggle and wrap your arms around him.

“Of course I do. I love you, Hanta.”

“I love you too.” You lay there, tangled in each other’s arms until his knot goes down. You whine at the loss when his cock slips out of you, clawing at him to come back because you’re still in heat. His hand gently wraps around your neck, a low chuckle on his lips.

“Relax, we’re far from done.” His already hard erection rubs up and down your glistening folds, barely stimulating your clit, teasing you until tears prick your eyes and you’re beggin him to fuck you again.

“When I’m done you won’t be able to walk for days. I’m gonna breed you so well, You’re gonna look so pretty all big and round with my pups.” He groans at the image he’d conjured in his head and you squeal as he slams his hips into you.

You’re in for a wonderfully long night.

[avissapiens]

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[yunopouts]

touch - l. jeno

hi. i re-wrote it so it's not a virgin!reader anymore. now it's reader finding out jeno is secretly kinky... anyways, sorry about the original, it was dumb of me to even have virgin!reader and breeding kink in the same work :// okay anyways i hope everyone can enjoy this one :)

request:

I just want to preface that none of the gifs i use are mine unless i clearly state so!!

→ pairing: dom!jeno x girlfriend!reader

→ genre: smut

→ warnings: unprotected sex (wrap before you tap children!!), fingering, dirty talk, mirror sex (kinda), rough sex, creampie, breeding kink, corruption kink (kinda,,,)

→ word count: 2.6k

RUN THROUGH: I went through and checked everything from top to bottom. The first part was changed in the conversation, the middle was mostly kept the same, with the exception of some edits here and there. the end was also kept the same, again only a few changes were made.

You walked into your dining room, looking to ask your boyfriend a question. Poking your head out from behind the entry way, you smiled when you saw the blue haired boy sitting at the table staring at his computer. You watched him as he huffed a tired sigh, pushing up the round glasses that had slid down the bridge of his nose. Silently giggling, you straightened yourself out and made your way to the table, sitting in front of him.

“Hi baby.” He grinned at you, his eyes sparkling when they met yours. A shy smile crept on to your lips as you responded with a small 'hi'.

Minutes passed as you watched in silence while the boy switched in between typing on his computer and scribbling into his notebook. His feet tangled with yours when he stretched out his legs, the two of you starting a game of footsies, your giggling voices filling the air around you. Your feet stayed tangled, and your boyfriend started to work again, when your question from earlier popped in your head again. You looked up eagerly, watching him lift his mug to his mouth.

“Hey Jeno,”

“Yes baby?” he replied, not looking up from his work.

“You know we don’t have to be vanilla all the time, right?” you quirked a brow.

The boy choked on his coffee, frantically looking for something to wipe the dripping drink. You handed him a napkin, which he snatched out of your grip and patted his mouth dry, coughing into it. “W-what?” He took his time to slowly recover from the sudden attack. “What are you talking about? I love being v-vanilla.” The way he said it was not convincing at all, so you just blinked at him and bit back a laugh.

“Well, I the other day I was cleaning up the room and when I was organizing the desk the Swiffer hit the mouse and woke up the monitor.” You explained, looking him straight in the eye. “You left that tab open.” You emphasized the word ‘that’ and noticed how the boys body tensed at the word.

A nervous chuckle left his lips, shutting his laptop and dodged your eyes every time you tried to look at him. “Sorry.” He mumbled.

“It was just porn.” You shrugged.

“Y-yeah but it was…” Jeno trailed off, trying to make ends meet. “You know.” Silence settles around you, Jeno’s aura seeming to affect it and make the situation awkward.

“Well, I’m saying that we can do what you want, all you have to do is just ask.” You rolled your eyes playfully.

“Wait, really?” you thought the hope in his voice made him even cuter than his already nervous self.

“Yes, of course.” You nodded with a slight smile. The boys body noticeably released the tension in his muscles, but he still seemed anxious.

With a huff, Jeno looked back into your eyes, irises darker than usual. “Um, a-alright.” He started, placing his notebook on top of his computer, moving it to the side. “Well, go… do whatever it is you need to do to prepare. Meet me in the room in five minutes.” You nodded, getting out of your chair, and headed to the bathroom. Fixing yourself up, you reassured yourself that your shower from two hours ago still had its effect, and that you were still clean. After that you brushed your teeth, flashing yourself a bright smile in the mirror once you had finished.

In the bedroom, Jeno was sitting on his side of the bed, body as still as a rock. He didn’t notice your entrance, so you waved in front of his face, which got his attention. The boy patted his lap lightly, signaling for you to sit. Complying, you didn’t want to put all your weight when you went down, but his hands shoved you on to him.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” The boy glanced up at you with hesitant eyes. Sighing heavily and rolling your eyes, you took the hands that were resting lightly on your back and moved them to your ass. You scoot in closer, his eyes growing wide.

“Jeno, didn’t we just talk about this?” the question was rhetorical, but a blush creeped on to his cheeks, taking a break from your eyes. It took him a few seconds to respond, like he actually had to think about the answer.

“Understood.” His calm voice was different from what his expression said, but your upcoming commentary was forgotten when Jeno placed a hand on your neck, pulling you into a gentle kiss. His pillowy lips moved softly against your own, in a passionate manner, like they’ve done hundreds of times. Hands sliding from your neck to your jaw, his thumbs rubbing on the bone as he deepened the kiss by adding his tongue. Jeno’s touch becomes hot against your skin and your lower half starts to move back and forth on his lap, to which Jeno let out a loud groan. His actions soon become rougher, teeth now clashing together as the session grew longer and messier, and you pushed Jeno back so that he was flat against the mattress.

Your boyfriend flipped your current position, so that he was hovering atop of you, pinning your wrists above your head. With a smirk gracing your now swollen lips, you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him down to meet your core, just like he did you twenty minutes earlier. He ground himself into you while nipping at your earlobe. Moaning his name as he peppered kisses from your jaw all the way down to your exposed collar bones.

“Shirt…” you muttered. He loosened his grip on your wrists and your hands flew to the hem of his sweater, pulling up over his head and arms, throwing it somewhere in your bedroom. Jeno did the same to you, pulling off your t-shirt, exposing your guarded chest. Your hands travel up and down his chiseled stomach, muscles tightening under your touch while the boy was attacking your still covered chest, leaving markings everywhere.

Moving away from your body, he stared down at you with hard eyes. As he towered over you, thinking of how to go about this, you noticed how his expression changed from earlier; his nervous and innocent look had morphed into a dark almost threatening one. “Face the mirror for me, baby.” His voice was low.

“T-the mirror?” you stuttered, now feeling anxious. The boy nodded, jutting his head towards the full-length mirror that was your closet door. With hesitance, you shifted your body and faced your reflection. You watched Jeno through the mirror, his smirk growing as he fixated himself behind you, his bare chest pressed against your back. The boy brought his hands to the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down with the help of you lifting slightly. Just like you did with his sweater, he flung your clothes across the room.

“Would you look at that.” He chuckled as he took your hand in his. Jeno lead them south, hovering them above your core. He dragged your nimble fingers along your slit, making you feel the wetness your body created. “How fast do you get wet?” he questioned, followed by a scoff. The deepness of his tone sent shivers down your spine and the feel of his skin against yours created little tingles that flowed through your body. “Someone must be excited.”

With your head against his shoulder, Jeno first stuck two in, to which you moaned loudly, closing your eyes. “Watch my fingers.” Instantly, your eyes shot open and were back on your reflection. Jeno’s mouth was right at your ear, so you could hear and feel the hot and heavy breaths that left him. In your ear the boy whispered things that made you feel dirty, in a good way. This was far from what you and he have ever done. When it came to sex, you always thought the two of you were on the same page: simple sex, nothing like what you were doing now. But that didn’t mean you weren’t open to it, obviously you were because here you are, watching yourself get finger fucked through your reflection.

“God, look at how you’re squirming.” He chuckled darkly. “I haven’t even fucked you yet, but you still look like my cockslut.”

You liked this new side of Jeno; well, it probably wasn’t new, but since he always been soft with you, it was indeed "new" in a sense. You loved the way he spoke to you, the grittiness in his voice, the way he was roughly moving his fingers inside of you. “I can’t wait to fuck you raw.” He practically growled into your ear.

“Jeno…” your breath hitched at the familiar knot of tension that had start to loosen.

“That’s it,” he eased. “cum for me.” Squeezing your eyes shut as you came on your boyfriends’ fingers. He let you grind on his hand, riding out your orgasm. “Fuck yourself on my fingers.” He ordered, taking his other hand and bringing it to your clit to rub it. When you whined, Jeno let out a laugh and curled the fingers inside you up.

“Jeno, fuck, that feels so good.” Your back arches off his chest, but he just follows your movements. His fingers move harder against your g-spot, sending shocks through your body. “Oh my god.” You repeated and repeated, on the verge of cumming again, after it barely being five minutes later. “Fuck, Jen- shit.”

Suddenly, he pulled away from you and left from behind you.

Whining in annoyance, you brought your own hand and got off without him. It felt good, but not as good as when he did it. You had come down from your second high, but you were still trying to calm your breathing. You couldn’t see Jeno’s expression when he found you whining and writhing on the bed, but boy was it hot. “I can’t believe my eyes.” He laughed. “Never thought I’d see my innocent little Y/N fuck her own cunt.” Your eyes now wide open, you found the boy standing at the edge of the bed, still half clothed.

“What do you think I do when you’re at work and I’m horny.” You rolled your eyes as Jeno let out a loud laugh. “Jeno.” He brought his now dark eyes to your own, showing him on your needy expression. “Please…” you averted your gaze to the massive strain in his pants, which made Jeno scoff. He shook his head with a devilish smirk. You scrambled on your knees and undid his pants, yanking them down, along with his stained boxers.

“You wanna suck my dick?” he raised a brow when you grabbed his fully hard length. You don’t really like giving him head, since you’re not the best of it, but today was different, something sparked in you.

Cracking your mouth open, you stuck your tongue out and let his cock slide to the back of your throat. Jeno let out a low moan, slowly thrusting into your mouth, pushing your hair away from your face you wouldn’t eat it too. (DAISY INTERRUPTS: BYE WHY DID I WRITE THAT) “Fuck baby, look at you deepthroating me like the angel you are.” He jerked his hips slightly harder than before. “You look so good with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

You coughed and choked a few times, making Jeno pull out to make sure you were okay, since he knew you weren’t used to it. “That’s enough.” You looked up at him with pleading eyes, wanting him back in your mouth. “Don’t worry, there are other ways of filling you with my cum.” He winked before easily shoving you further back on the bed. Just that statement had your pussy overflowing with arousal.

Jeno split your legs apart he leaned down and pressed a kiss on your cheek. He drew his cock up and down you slit, mixing his arousal, your arousal and saliva. He teased you by bringing his cockhead to your entrance, pushing in slightly and pulling out right after. Each time Jeno did this you hummed in anticipation before you whined in annoyance, his smirk growing wider and wider by the second.

“Jesus Christ, Jeno, just fuck me already.” You glared up at him. To your request, Jeno did just that and plunged right into you. His pace wasn’t too fast but still not too slow, but he pounded into you hard. His heavy thrusts made you reach for his back, clawing at the bare skin. Jeno let out a gruff moan, reveling in the feeling of your tight walls and the stinging on his back. “Faster.” Jeno’s eyes widened, and his hips slowly gained speed, soon starting to drill into you. You moaned loudly, begging him for things that you could never say in public.

“Oh, look at my little angel, so fucking tight for me.” He clenched his teeth. “Look at what a slut you’ve turned into, begging me to fill you up with my cum. God, what have I done.” His voice grew louder as he slammed his hips against yours. He looked down at your chest, eyes landing on the jackpot, which was conveniently placed in the front. Reaching his free hand forward, he unclasped your bra, revealing your tits. Jeno’s dark eyes glowed as he watched them move with his thrusts. “You’re so fucking gorgeous. I love your pretty little pussy and how it clenches around me. God, I just want to fuck it until I get a baby in you.” You whimpered at the thought of his cum filling you.

“Do it.” You hissed. “Please Jeno, harder.” You begged for the umpteenth time that night. He pressed a kiss into your calf, plunging his cock into you at an impeccable pace.

“There’s not much more room left.” He warned. “But, fuck, you’re taking me so well.”

“Just use it all. Good god, Jeno, just please, please, please,fuck me.” You sobbed out of pleasure. Jeno growled at the request, pressing your hips down into the mattress. With his cock practically hitting the entrance of your cervix each time he moved, you felt your climax beging building up, the tension starting to feel like the type you get when going up a roller coaster, but more… pleasurable. “Soon… close… cumming.” You muttered.

“Me too, angel.” He slid his hand up your stomach, touching your soft skin. “Shit, I’m so ready to fill you up. Do you want it? Want me to fill you up nice so that you’ll be full for days? That your pussy is stuffed with my cum and can’t hold anything else?”

“Fuck yes.” Your voice was breathy. “I want it so bad. Breed me.” Jeno almost screamed at your words, his cock twitching with anticipation.

“You’re gonna look so fucking hot when you’re pregnant.” His fingers got a hold of your nipple and started to pinch it, still continuing to relentlessly ram his cock into your hole. “I’ll fuck you and fill you everyday if I have to.”

“Fuck! Jeno, Jeno, cumming.” You screamed, your back arching, that roller coaster feeling finally crashing down into your third orgasm of the night. Jeno’s hips jerked back and forth to reach his own high, not pulling a single inch of many out when he did.

Slowing his hips down, he hunched over into your nape, muttering how “fucking good” he feels and more sweet nothings into your glistening skin. Your boyfriend stayed this way, finally growing soft inside of you minutes later.

Lazily knocking your head against his, you kissed into his hair "Not so bad was it?"

A dry chuckle came from his mouth. "Let's do it again."

[desultory-novice]

I don't think I've seen you do this one yet. So what are your thoughts on a personal favorite Villain of mine; Queen Sectonia?

Okay, so I have a bit of a childhood phobia about bugs. 

Spiders I'm relatively okay with, but let me tell you, when Queen Sectonia first appeared I felt a shiver run up my spine. That said, it didn't last long outside of that initial "Why did the last boss have to be a GIANT BUG?!" and I now think she's got a completely killer design! (Although, lol, that waist...) I'm personally a little partial toward the red rose-theming in her DX form...

<Behind the cut, I talk a surprising amount about Sectonia!>

So, speaking of her boss fight! The team at HAL had the unenviable task of outdoing Magolor (not easy) as a last boss and they...did it, quite honestly! 

Oh, Magolor's got some amazing thematic stuff going on (bias bias) and Robobot has sheer spectacle, but Queen Sectonia is perhaps the best pure multi-stage boss fight among the three. Honestly, it's hard to think of any other last boss in Kirby that gets you more bang for your buck than Sectonia. Including the ones to follow her.

And heck yes, we stan a Warrior Queen!! God, she is SUCH a badass! I love her pulling out the swords so much, ahhh, I love it. She's one of the few combat mages in the franchise, and the only (?) one until the Mage-Sisters came about. (Given the discarded settei where they were originally going to be weapons Hyness imbued with life, I'd say Sectonia probably was a major inspiration behind their development too.) And all that is just for her first form! Jumping ahead here, but the look she gives Kirby at the end, right when he's about to end the fight, is an amazing moment of wordless characterization.

Which I guess brings us to “Moonstruck Blossom,” huh? It’s amazing. Really gorgeous. Utterly listenable. It loses only to “C.R.O.W.N.E.D.” in my mind because a) I'm an unrepentant Magolor fan and b) there's more notes of obvious story/plot/characterization woven into the second, even if they are both beautifully characterful pieces! But speaking of characterization...

...For me, I feel if we had gotten a slightly better look at how Sectonia went from a carefree child princess (?) to a heartless conquering queen, maybe heard a little more of her struggles - did she ever fight the mirror? Was the corruption slow? Fast? - there would be more to pull out of the song and it would have a greater emotional impact for me. Anyway, they're still VERY close with each other. 

I sometimes think that Clone Sectonia and the "1,000 years worth of species" drop was there because Kumazaki-shi maybe realized he had written up a lot more about Sectonia and Taranza than he'd actually had room to tell in game. Ahh, the flaws of taking too light a hand with storytelling! (Now, I enjoy a light-ish hand with things, where we get enough to theorize but not so much that there’s no room for different interpretations, but I do feel there’s just a little missing from Secty for her to be a fixation - in spite of this essay, lol.)

But maybe Triple Deluxe will get a novelization after Return to Dream Land and we'll get some Spider POV? I'll keep an eye out for announcements, regardless.

Err, we were talking about “Moonstruck Blossom,” right? Ahaha, needless to say, her majesty's (poisoned) wish for beauty lives in on this beautiful song!

Back to Sectonia herself. I think there IS (potentially) some really interesting stuff going on with her. (And Taranza too.) The story seems to suggest that Sectonia and Taranza are actually from a different kingdom altogether and have simply chosen Floralia as their most RECENT conquest... So then, how long has this stream of invasions been going on?! Sectonia's army has a strong steel & jewel theme and that makes me think of fantasy Dwarves for some reason. (Something something, Final Fantasy Dwarves, something something, Japanese "tsuchigumo" - maybe I’m onto something...?) 

Err, anyway the idea of Dream World's insect-dwarves invading the sky-elves is really cool and if this were the kind of franchise for it (it's not) I would probably really enjoy a lengthy military epic about Sectonia, Taranza, and their 1,000 year long conquest through the lesser-known Kingdoms surrounding Dream Land. I mean, corrupted Sectonia obviously cared about beauty, but there's beauty in strength too, and seeing her run through a chain of bodies looking to be both more beautiful and MORE POWERFUL...

...Triple Deluxe's backstory could be the plot of an entirely different game, tbh.

What else? I mentioned before I'm a Sectaranza (?? I am so bad with English ship names in this fandom) shipper. That hasn't changed. I like them. I like the way they've been subtly developed outside their game too.

...Hmm hmm... I think her color palette is just a little too strong in her Dreamstalk form (although it WORKS with that lovely shift from night to day mid-battle) and I prefer the ragged and paler petals of her Soul form, specially when combined with her golden wings. 

One thing I DON'T like is when she detaches from the stalk and becomes just a flying head. It's a weird instance of G-rated Gore (Thanks, Kumazaki!) that throws me off and brings back my phobia of insects. Or maybe it's just a phobia of flying heads?! I haven't run into quite enough to be sure!

...Err, um, ahaha, I also love that it's implied, based on the start of the Soul fight, that, much like Marx, she is just too tough and too bitter about losing to die! Dess happens to believe the Soul bosses are canon, at least in MY own inner Kirby-verse. I know, I know. They're "what-ifs" (although wasn't that said more about Meta Knightmare mode, more than anything else?) but the world of Kirby is soooo much richer when you include them!

Winding down some, Sectonia is a character who is lots of fun to talk about...for what a sadly limited appearance she has.... Her treatment as "canonically super mega dead" ends up cutting, well, almost all of her future potential short, and it's a shame. 

But there's... not much to do about it. Write fanfic where she is resurrected by the Dreamstalk? Make that Sectonia war epic...? I've got my own long-term project that’s going to keep me busy for a long time (:coughs in Marxolor:) so that kind of undertaking is not for me, but I'll raise a toast to the Queen and her future (?) anyway!

But hey, speaking of "Dess thinks the Soul bosses are canon" maybe there's a reason they've all been linked in some way till now? (Attack patterns and visual motifs.) If Kumazaki is playing the longest game, we may yet see them ALL return in some form. Once we are finally let in on what it MEANS to fight with your very soul! (...And it will probably be utterly horrific if it does happen.)

What else have I left out...? Oh, it's awesome that she's voiced by Kirby's VA! Ohmoto-san has such range! Speaking of, that very brief conversation she and Susie (same VA again) have in the 25th Anniversary Concert is a fun little treat! (Has that been subtitled...?) 

You know, the first time I watched it, I assumed Susie was talking to Clone Sectonia, but Sectonia does say she was "...sleeping" so, who knows? Maybe she isn’t -quite- dead after all, just out of reach of Taranza and the rest... (Also, my heart wibbles like crazy that, despite casting him aside, the FIRST thing she does upon waking is ask for Taranza. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh....)

Oh, yes! We're finally back to a character I can link a good video too, because HOMG Itoki Hana's vocal cover of "Moonstruck Blossom" is a treasure! 

(I mean, okay, all of Itoki Hana-san's Kirby songs and remixes are treasures. I don't know what she's up to lately, or if we will see more Kirby from her, but what wonderful gifts she's given us so far!)

Anyway, everyone who has managed to avoid this song over the past 8 years, correct that flaw now!

[quicksandblock]

real quick here’s my initial takes on the Dream Team after tonight:

Dream - just wants George (and Sapnap) to stop being a baby and admit that Dream is right. He thinks he’s completely justified in everything he’s doing. He wasn’t lying when he said that he dethroned George because he cares about him - he does care about him, and maybe in his mind his love for George is still his main motivation. And he is very good at twisting things around to support his story, both to convince others and also to shore up his own certainty. But ultimately Quackity hit the nail on the head. Dream has become fixated on control.

He still loves the other two members of the Dream Team, but he doesn’t see them as equals anymore. Once upon a time those three had a bond that ran deeper than family. No matter what happened, they all knew that the three of them came first. They had an unspoken and unquestioned trust. But over time, that changed for Dream. His trust of the others evolved into an expectation that they would naturally follow his lead, and then an assumption that they would always obey him. In short, he takes them for granted. And he doesn’t see why it’s such a big deal to them. After all, it’s obvious that he’s in the right. He always has been. They’ll stop throwing a tantrum and come back around in the end, and it’ll be the three of them again, same as it ever was.

George - just wants things to go back to the way they were. He misses his best friend deeply and painfully. For a while now he’s felt the sick, creeping knowledge that Dream has changed, but it was easier to pretend. George is not an introspective person. He could push aside that dread. But tonight brought it all home in a way he can’t ignore. George is not dealing well with this, and he’s not going to.

Despite what he said to Quackity, George doesn’t actually care about that throne. It’s a symbol in his mind of Dream’s love and respect for him, despite the fact that Dream didn’t give it to him out of respect at all, but because he knew that George would go along with whatever Dream said. But the last few days have been wonderful for George. Dream has been there with him all the time! He’s been protecting him from danger! He was being outraged on his behalf - getting into fights just because George had been inconvenienced. Dream was doting on him. George probably felt truly reassured about Dream’s care and respect for him for the first time in a long time. When that came to an end so abruptly tonight, it was like walking face first into a wall. George is being forced to confront what has happened to Dream, what has happened to his (and Sapnap’s) relationship with Dream, and he’s following his usual MO in uncomfortable situations - he’s avoiding the hell out of it for as long as he can manage.

Sapnap - feels betrayed by Dream, is clinging to George. He’s had a clearer view of Dream’s growing flaws and the way he’s been drawing away from the team, but he didn’t want to believe it. Now all of his worst fears are coming true. But unlike George, he isn’t trying to avoid it. That’s not what he does. He goes on the attack. He feels bitterly betrayed by how his oldest and most beloved friend is treating their relationship, is treating their other most beloved friend, and instead of longing to go back like George, Sapnap has reacted to Dream’s actions by instantly giving up on him.

In emotional self-defense, Sapnap has decided that their friendship with Dream is unsalvageable. He doesn’t want to confront the fact that Dream really does still care about them and is still acting this way, so he’s decided that Dream is their enemy now and they can never go back to the way things were. He wants Dream to have fundamentally changed, to have been corrupted in some way, because he doesn’t want to admit that this potential was in him all along.

In reaction to all this, Sapnap is clinging to George even tighter. He is absolutely furious on George’s behalf because he can see just how much George is hurting, so he’s latching on to him and racing to his defense. This is a setup for some really unhealthy shit to go down because George is actively lying to himself and Sapnap is preparing to follow George’s lead on everything that happens next.

...so there you have it. That did not end up being “real quick” at all lmao. A couple end notes:

 - yes, Dream and George now have many narrative parallels with Tubbo and Tommy to the point where I’d call them foils, and I am living for it

 - Quackity is stuck in a real precarious position here. He gained Sapnap and George’s allegiance tonight purely by being in the right place at the right time, but the two of them are very unstable right now. They could decide to abandon him, they could decide to unilaterally take over Mexican L’Manburg, they could turn to infighting and just destroy the whole place from the inside out. I think Quackity knows this, which is why he’s ultimately leaving all the final decisions about what they do up to George. He wants to solidify this alliance as quick as possible before it is inevitably tested to destruction.

 - I am honestly surprised by this development. I didn’t think the Dream Team would break up this way. I thought they would continue to have each other’s backs, I thought George knew he was being used and was fully comfortable with it. And maybe at one point he was, and Sapnap was comfortable with letting it happen, but not anymore. Not when it’s become so unavoidably clear what Dream really thinks of them.

 - I have no idea how this is going to effect tomorrow’s meeting. At this point I’ve given up trying to predict major plot points. All I know is my schedule is cleared.