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euphoricfilter · 2 years

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I absolutely loved your latest tae fic!!! I would like to please request slight yandere jungkook with slight dd/lg please :)

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pairing: yandere! jungkook x f! reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au ||

summary: just you and your high-school sweetheart.

word count: 5k

tags/ warnings: slight (i think it’s more than slight) ddlg, fluff, briefly mentioned death/ murder, smut in the forms of : unprotected sex (this is fiction, don’t be stupid), cumming in panties, masturbation, dom! jk, crybaby sub! reader, oral (m! receiving), grinding against a foot, dick riding, doggy, creampie, multiple orgasms, dildos, there’s a tentacle dildo mentioned too, squirting, cock slut reader, jks kinda mean as well in some parts and idk where it came from, dacryphilia

notes: ahh i’m glad you liked it! and here i present ~ yandere bf jungkook! i hope this is okay! i found this a lot harder than i thought i would so i hope this is what was wanted this is also like 30% plot and the rest just them fucking :’)

request rules can be found here || my masterlist

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You’re unsure of when you and Jungkook had gotten together; the lines between romance and friendship always a little too blurry for you to differentiate between the two.

Even in the beginning it seemed neither of you could get enough of each other. Drawn to one another like two opposite ends of a magnet.

Jungkook however, knew the exact day, hell, the exact hour he first laid his eyes on you; of course he knew. He knew everything about you. He knew everything about you before you even knew he existed.

That might be a little dramatic but neither of you had ever spoken before, you shared a few classes and Jungkook doubts you’d ever looked in his direction, let alone gossip about him like a few of your classmates did about the boys in your grade. He doubted you even knew his name.

It was meant to be a meagre high-school crush. He was only meant to watch you from afar, maybe be frisky and become one of many secret admirers on valentine’s day; though he knows you never read the letters that piled up in your locker—and just wish for the day he worked up the courage to talk to you.

Fantasies only seemed to get him so far. Perfect for when his cock throbbed at the mere idea of being in the same room as you, with your skirt that would be so easy just to flip up as he fucked you from behind over the teacher’s desk; but he wanted the real thing.

He’ll admit, he wasn’t the best looking when the two of you first met. Not like now, his body permanently inked with his own art, a plethora of piercings that you frown about when he comes home with a new one. Nothing a sweet, soft kiss couldn’t fix from your doting boyfriend.

It’s not that you didn’t like them, you loved toying with the delicate earrings that would dangle, caress his neck in the way you like to; it was fact that many of them would have hurt.

You liked to deny it, waving Jungkook off when he would tease you about it, but you were a little bit of a crybaby.

Okay, maybe not a little.

But you’d always been like that.

Ever since the moment Jungkook had first found you.

You’d silently cry while reading, and he wonders if the story was really all that sad, or maybe your heart is too soft for the world. And that you just needed someone to hold you as you felt such big emotions. Nothing too overwhelming for someone as delicate as you.

Faking confidence was easier than Jungkook had initially expected. Something fabricated suddenly turning to reality the more he convinced himself that he was worth your love. That he’d worked hard for it and that no one else would ever be able to take care of you the way he knew he could. Knew he would.

He believed there was a special formula when it came to you. A set way in which you needed to be cared for and Jungkook happened to be the perfect person to carry that out.

Neither of you really had friends during high-school, both flitting from groups of people, hoping that maybe you’d fit in. Moulding yourselves around others interests and personalities; never truly yourselves when surrounded by others.

And maybe that’s why you were so perfect for each other.

It must have been fate, the day assigned seating was introduced into the history class. A spontaneous decision on your teachers part, and Jungkook’s final little push to start whatever the two of you now had.

You didn’t talk much, not that Jungkook minded. He knew you liked to listen, and so he filled the silence for the both of you. He learnt you liked writing and drawing with black ink rather than blue, and maybe that’s why so many of his tattoos lacked colour. Each delicate line reminding him of your time spent together as teenagers.

He knew he wanted tattoos the moment you’d started to draw on the palm of his hands during class. You’d always been a little fidgety, needing something to toy with, always fiddling.

And maybe that’s where this all started. A way for him to meander you in the direction he needed you. Pliant and Pretty. Moulding you into his perfect princess that would do nothing more than be subdued and malleable.

He learnt you liked soft things, your fingers running over the fabric of a sweater his mother had bought for his birthday, commenting on how you liked the texture. Pulling his arm to your face so you could rub the fabric against your cheek during lunch.

You didn’t question it when it suddenly appeared in your bedroom. Neatly folded on your desk the night after Jungkook had come round. Nor had you bothered to wash it and give it back. Liking the way it smelled like your best friend, a silent comfort for when you slept; like Jungkook was laying beside you.

And so he slowly started swapping out his wardrobe; pulling you around the mall so he could get your opinion on certain textures of fabrics. Over the years his style changed, but one thing always stayed the same; if you liked the texture, so did he.

Days of being friends slowly melted into months and years. The two of you attending different colleges and meeting new people.

That didn’t change much though.

Jungkook had gotten a job, working overtime in a shitty convenience store while you helped in a worn down family restaurant on weekends. You think maybe that was the hardest time for the both of you.

But no matter how many new people approached you or Jungkook. How many times men and women alike had stuttered out a confession to said male, you always found yourself back with him. Little red string of fate pulling the two of you back to one another each time you were apart.

By the time your last year of university rolled around, the two of you had saved up enough to move into a cruddy one bedroom apartment together, and maybe that’s when everything had felt right.

Even as you both worked, spent hours in class, you’d still come home to one another at the end of the day.

Jungkook would cook on a Saturday, boxing up lunches and dinners for the week so the two of you could spend as much time together as humanly possible. So evenings could be spent in the bedroom, huddled under blankets instead of hauled up in the dingy kitchen that was more a closet than anything else.

A few of his friends would asked him, if you were really worth the trouble. If your cunt was good enough, if the sex was that mind blowing that he marched around like a dog for you.

He would always brush them off, never telling them that he hadn’t gotten a taste of your sweet little pussy just yet. Because they didn’t need to know. The very thought of them imagining you naked was enough for him to clench his jaw tight, teeth grinding until it hurt.

And maybe that’s where something changed inside of Jungkook.

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He hadn’t meant to kill them.

He was only meant to scare them enough they never let your name linger on the tips of their tongues, spat like venom when you were nothing more than sweet, smooth honey.

Hadn’t meant to be home late to you when he knew you wanted to watch a movie with him that evening. Excited because the old woman that you worked for had given you a cake in thanks for all your help around the shop.

It had been one snide comment too far and Jungkook felt something inside of him snap.

And so he snapped the fucker’s neck, burning his body before anyone could notice he’d gone missing.

Jungkook didn’t feel bad about what he did, relived that your name could no longer be uttered by such filth.

A similar fate had followed to the countless others that started to confess to you. Motives too vulgar for someone as precious as you.

This wasn’t high school anymore and one quick social media check was enough for Jungkook to know that all these men wanted was your body.

Jungkook wasn’t like that.

You’d cried one night, wondering why your new group of friends slowly dwindled to nothing but yourself. And Jungkook had been there as your tears soaked into his shirt.

You hadn’t understood why all of them moved away without telling you. Why they all suddenly seemed to leave half way through the semester.

You’d asked Jungkook if there was something wrong with you.

He’d cradled you so gently that night, whispered promises that you were beyond perfect and maybe those so-called friends of yours were the real problem.

“You’ll stay with me forever, right” you’d rubbed your cheek against the bare skin of Jungkook’s chest.

“Of course, baby” he smooths a hand through your hair, “Just you and me forever”

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You liked that Jungkook always seemed to know what you were feeling, and you didn’t even have to tell him.

You liked that Jungkook never judged you, even when those around you would give you weary looks.

It had started with clothes.

How nothing you wore seemed to bring you much joy anymore. Dull shirts that your parents would buy for birthdays and christmases, the obligation to kind of like them because your family had spent their hard earned money on the tatty looking fabric.

You remember crying.

A little temper tantrum one evening when you were sick of it all.

Maybe it was just a bad week.

Hell, it had been a bad few weeks.

Jungkook was working overtime, you were behind on assignments and you just wanted to be held by your best friend.

You hadn’t heard when Jungkook had slipped into the apartment, socked feet nothing more than a dull thump on the wooden floor as he wandered into back bedroom.

You’d looked up at him in nothing more than your underwear and Jungkook had cooed, bending down in-front of you as he cradled your head to his chest.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” he soothes, pulling you to straddle his thighs.

You hiccup, Jungkook taking a peek at all your clothes scattered across the bedroom floor.

“I don’t feel good in any of it” you snivel, a fresh wave of pearly little tears coating your cheeks.

“You can wear my stuff if you don’t like the texture, baby”

“Not the problem” you slump against him further, “wanna feel cute”

“You are cute” he smiles, pulling your head from his chest from the back of your neck. And he can only compare you to a delicate little kitten.

You pout.

“How about we buy you some new clothes? I’ve got some cash left over from last month” he smiles down at you, pressing a feather light kiss to your temple.

You blink up at Jungkook, lips parting when he slips his thumb inside of your mouth. Instinctively, you begin to suck before nodding your head.

“Thank you, kookie” you muffle, Jungkook’s dick twitching in his sweats as your tongue runs over the pad of his thumb.

“Isn’t it weird?” you asked him as he threw a pleated skirt into the basket, finger running over his bottom lip as he riffles through another rack of clothes.

“What’s weird?” he doesn’t turn to you, but he can hear the frown in your voice.

He throws a glance over his shoulder when you don’t say anything.

“Answer me, doll”

You fidget, fingers tugging at the hem of your shirt.

“Aren’t these things too…” you trail off, eyes flirting to the array of pastel clothes Jungkook had helped you pick out—all soft and ever so girly, you didn’t feel pretty or dainty enough to wear any of them—“childish?” you whisper, but Jungkook hears.

“It’s not weird if you like them, baby” he chuckles, flinging an arm around your shoulder as he leads you to the back of the store.

“You’ve been a good girl today, how about a treat” he nudges you towards the shelves of little stuffed toys.

You turn back to him, brows furrowing, but all he does is give you an encouraging nod.

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He remembers the way you’d stumbled a little outside the toy store on one trip to the mall; looking for new furniture for your new apartment.

Your eyes wide with wonder at the display case, every animal you could imagine waiting to be stuffed and loved.

“Do you want one?” he’d asked.

You looked like a deer caught in headlights.

He’d frowned when you’d shaken your head.

“No, i’m fine. Thank you, kookie” you’d smiled. But Jungkook hadn’t bought your unease little smile. He knew you were still shy about what you wanted, always drawn to the softer things in life, and he was slowly weaving you into his perfect little girl.

So, he’d skipped back to the mall a week later, your new little friend sat carefully in a bag, with a new wardrobe for you to dress him up in.

He remembers the way your eyes had lit up. The biggest smile he’d ever seen pulling at your cheeks until they hurt.

“Do you like it, baby?” he’d bent down to your level, brushing your hair away from your forehead. You’d nodded so fast he was worried you’d give yourself whiplash.

You’d looked up at him like he’d hung the stars in the sky. Frog held close to your chest for the rest of the afternoon, your hands running over its fluffy tummy as you stood by him while he cooked dinner. Because he didn’t like you cooking.

‘It’s too dangerous for small things like you, baby’

“Kook” you’d tugged on the back of his sweater.

“What’s wrong, doll?” he turned the stove down, his full attention on you.

“What do frogs eat?”

“I’m not sure” he hums, finger tapping at his chin, “probably like bugs or something. Why?”

You fidget, rocking on your heels under your boyfriends gaze.

“Wanted froggie to eat dinner with us tonight” you whisper, and Jungkook had almost missed it.

“ahh” he nods, tugging you into his chest, “better go get him then, dinner’s almost done”

Even now, as the two of you live together. Share a home. Your little frog remains at the head of the bed.

Some nights Jungkook will slither into the room late, having been busy somewhere downstairs on his laptop as you settle to bed. And he’ll find your little hand wrapped around the foot of your frog. One of his little webbed toes had matted fur, your poor frog a victim of your habit of chewing something during your sleep.

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The day the two of you had sex, was when the pits of hell had opened for Jungkook.

He couldn’t get enough of you.

Both of you were unsure the first time. Both each other’s firsts for everything and it took months to figure out the dynamic the two of you had.

It had started where most teens do, dry humping one another until you work up the courage to get naked and actually do the deed.

“Feels so good” Jungkook throws his head back as you grind over his cock, thighs tensing each time the tip nudges your clit, rough fabric of your panties only enhancing the pleasure.

“Gonna cum” you whimper, hips continuing to roll against Jungkook’s shaft. Your thighs starting to cramp with how long the two of you had been going at it.

“Come for me” he murmurs as he pulls you down for a kiss, drinking down your moans as your thighs begin to shake, electrical pleasure wracking through your body as you topple over the edge. Cum dribbling into your panties.

You’d flopped against Jungkook, chest heaving in unsteady breaths. Your heartbeats in tandem with one another as you ride out your high.

You squeaked when Jungkook flips you onto the bed, body caged beneath him as his hands start to tug at his cock.

He pushes your panties to the side, head falling onto your chest as his cum coats your slick covered folds. Your thighs twitch closed at the sensation, mouth falling open into a breathy moan when Jungkook pulls your panties back into place and pats your covered cunt, spearing his cum a little more.

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Jungkook learnt that he loved to watch you cry. Something about your blotchy face with tear tracked cheeks making his cock throb. And as much as he wanted to bend you over and shove himself balls deep inside you, the wait always seemed worth it when you’d end up sobbing for him to fill you up.

And so he started making you beg for his cock.

“I can’t help if I don’t know what you want, baby” he hums, foot coming to push at your clothed pussy.

You hike your skirt up around your waist, hips rolling forward as Jungkook toes at your clit. A jolt of pleasure causing another wad of slick to stain your panties.

A pitiful whine spills from your lips, “please, kookie”

He hums, barely acknowledging you as tears start to weigh down on your waterline. A guttural moan rumbling from Jungkook’s chest as saline tears spill down your cheeks like precious little waterfalls.

“Stupid girls like you don’t deserve cock, that’s all you can think about right? How good it would feel if daddy fucks you?” he bends down to meet your eyes, pulling you forward from underneath your arms, situating you over his foot.

You look up at him expectantly as he leans back on the sofa.

“What?” he drawls, “Get yourself off then”

Jungkook can’t help but palm himself over his jeans as you start to grind against his foot, cooing as you hiccup, hips stuttering as you find just the right angle.

“Good girl” he groans, your mouth falling open in a moan, you lean against his thigh. Nose inches away from his throbbing erection.

Your fingers fiddle with the zipper of his jeans, Jungkook helping you as he pulls his flushed cock from his boxers. He slaps the tip against your lips, lazy smile tugging at his cheeks as your tongue lolls out of your mouth, clear bead of pre-cum coating the surface.

You snivel as Jungkook teases, only inching the head of his cock past your lips before pulling back. Groaning as you let a wad of spit slick up the head of his cock.

“Please, want your cock” you continue to grind against his foot, no longer worried about coming yourself; focus set on Jungkook’s girthy length that’s inches from being inside of you.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, bringing a hand to brush your hair from your forehead, “How bad?”

You blink up at him through your lashes, not missing the way his throat bobs in impatience.

Jungkook liked to tease you but his self control had never been the best. And as much as liked to tease, he would give you anything you asked for.

You moan when he feeds his length into your mouth, cheeks hollowing as your hips stutter.

You didn’t have a gag reflex, years of Jungkook using your mouth as his own personal fleshlight slowly morphing your mouth into a perfect little hole to fuck as he pleases.

However, today he had other plans.

“Up” he pulls your head off his cock, silencing you with a kiss to your forehead when you start to whine.

“Daddy wants to cum inside your little pussy, baby” he pulls you up into his lap from under your arms.

He helps you pull your panties off, skirt pulled up so he could take a look at your soaked folds, red and puffy from grinding against him.

Your thigh highs pull taught as you slowly sink down on his length, his hand holding his cock in place as you test the waters.

Your breath hitches as the tip pushes your folds apart, a dribble of slick coating his cock as you rock your hips forwards.

The head of his cock nudges your clit and you hands fly to hold onto Jungkook’s shoulders for support as he guides his length back towards your hole.

The head of his cock pops into the tight ring of muscle, your mouth falling open at the stretch. Jungkook watches as a breathy whine tumbles from your lips as you slowly bounce on the mere inch he has tucked inside of you.

Be pulls your shirt up over your head, tugging your bra down so your tits spill over the edge as you start to inch down.

He leans forward, mean as he tugs one of your nipples with his teeth before lathering them up with spit.

Decidedly, you drop down until your ass meets his thighs, and Jungkook holds you close to his chest as you gently start to grind your hips.

He hears you sniffle, cock twitching against your velvet walls as you bounce a little.

“Why you crying, huh?” he chuckles

“Feels so good” you whisper, mouthing at the bare skin of his neck.

Goosebumps prickle down Jungkook’s spine as he feels your warm breath fan his skin.

He slowly grows impatient, hands firm on your hips as he uses the floor as leverage, hips jackhammering into your soaked cunt.

You cling onto your boyfriend, staccato of breathy “ah ah ahs” melting with the wet squelch of your cunt as Jungkook thrusts up into you.

You clit rubs up against his abdomen, your thighs starting to shake as he continues his pace, his grunts being followed by the sound of his thighs smacking against your ass.

“Together, yeah?” he grunts, fingers digging into your hips, mesmerized by the way your tits bounced.

“mmhmm” is all you manage before your cunt starts to clench around his length, his thrusts a little less sharp as he starts to tip over the edge.

He leans forward, lips closing around your nipple, and that’s all it takes to push you over your peak. Your thighs shake as Jungkook languidly rolls his hips up into your, cock jolting before you feel him flood your cunt with his cum.

Your hips stutter at the feeling, fingers threading into the short hairs at the back of his head as you feel him fill you up.

“My good girl” he soothes, keeping his now softening cock inside of you to keep his seed plugged up.

“Like feeling full” you sigh, and Jungkook uses his thumb to wipe your wet cheeks.

“I love you” he smiles, his hand tangling in your hair, tugging it so you’d face him.

Jungkook presses a firm kiss to your lips, tongue licking at the seam.

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Lately Jungkook had been worried.

You’d been on your phone a lot recently, the screen always turned away from him when he was in the room. Never leaving it lying around the house like you usually would.

And that worried Jungkook.

You didn’t have any friends beside him, he made sure of that. He knew everyone that was in your life, and he knew everyone that would face him if they made one wrong move.

What if you were talking to other people?

He couldn’t have that.

He couldn’t have them corrupting your precious little mind.

And so, he does the only logical thing; a little snooping through your phone.

Guilt doesn’t cross his mind as he flicks through your phone.

The only chats open were your mother and him. The only contacts you had were your family and him.

He tilts his head in confusion.

Nothing seemed out of place.

He’d checked your phone months ago and nothing seemed any different, so he couldn’t understand why you’d been so skittish about him know what you were looking at.

He swipes up, ready to close all the apps he’d opened when he finds it.

His eyes widen at the screen.

“What’s this?” you shake a brown box, a week later and Jungkook peers out of the kitchen to see what you’re talking about.

“Ah, doll. Come in here and open that” he motions for you to sit at the table.

You do as told, pulling a chair out from the dining room table and placing the box in between you and Jungkook.

He pushes the box forward. Urging you to open it.

He grabs you a pair of safety scissors, fussing over you as you try and open the box before he evidently does it himself.

You can see Jungkook’s thigh bouncing in the corner of your eyes and you look up to meet his gaze that was already on your face.

“Is it a christmas present?” you ask, voice soft. And Jungkook shakes his head.

“Nope. I have 2 surprises, this one will keep you busy until we can use the second one”

Your eyebrows furrow, beyond confused about what he was talking about.

You peel away both flaps of the brown box, fingers gentle as you pull the little strips of tissue paper from what lays beneath.

You jaw falls open, eyes wide when you get a first glimpse at what Jungkook had bought you.

“Why—“ your cheeks flush a dark shade of pink, matching the hoodie Jungkook had bought you.

“I got a dick piercing” he smiles.

“Huh” you head snaps up to meet his eyes.

“We can’t have sex for 8 weeks while it heals” he explains, watching you frown, “So i got you a little present”

Your fingers skim over the ridges in the dildo. You wouldn’t have been surprised, you and Jungkook already had one upstairs somewhere in the closet; what was surprising was the shape.

“How’d you know?” you whisper, entrances by the shimmer the silicone held.

“That you like tentacles?” he asks and you hum.

“You left a tab open on your phone” he admits and you nod.

“You weren’t meant to see that” you bite your lip and Jungkook pushes himself from where he’s sat.

He leans down, thumb running along line of your jaw as he brings your lips to his own.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about with me, baby” he murmurs, fresh smelling coffee tickling your nose.

And it’s only then, what he’d just told you sinks in and your eyes glaze over with tears, “That would have hurt a lot, why would you do that” you sniff, Jungkook kissing your tears from your cheek.

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It hadn’t been hard to convince you to quit your job.

The big wide world a little too overwhelming for you, that all it took were a few gentle words from Jungkook and now all you did was stay at home.

He earned enough for the both of you, enough to spoil you when he felt like it.

So it wasn’t uncommon for him to come home to you, bouncing on a silicone cock as you watched something on the tv or color at the table with something plugging up your needy pussy.

You held your little frog to your chest, thighs straining as your bouncing morphs into your hips rocking forwards.

“Couldn’t wait until I got home?” Jungkook flops down on the couch beside you.

You meet his gaze, “Felt too empty” you whisper and Jungkook smiles over at you.

“Poor thing” he croons, running a hand through your hair, “Bend over, love”

You do so, palm of your hand keeping the dildo buried in your cunt as you bend over and show Jungkook.

His tongue wets his bottom lip, fingers grasping the base of the fake cock before he pull it out half way, only to shove it back into you.

You jolt forward, lewd moan dripping off your tongue like honey as he continues to thrust the cock into you.

“Not enough” you whine, hips canting backwards to meet his thrusts.

“No? What do you want, sweetheart?”

“Your cock” you turn to look over your shoulder, meeting Jungkook’s gaze.

You watch his eyes glaze over with lust, uncaring of your whine when he tugs the fake cock out of you.

You smile when you hear him shuffle behind you, hands splayed across your hips as he lines himself up with you cunt.

You rock backwards, a silent plead for him to hurry up.

He feels your walls clench around him as he slowly pushes him, kings crown piercing dragging through you walls as he pulls back before snapping his hips forwards.

You moan, slick dribbling around Jungkook’s length as he pulls out only to slam back into you.

“Look at you, creaming all over my cock” his hand swats over the plush skin of your ass, a broken whine his response as you feel your asscheeks flare red.

“So good for me” his head tips back as he continues the pace of his hips, the backs of your thighs flushing pink as his skin comes in harsh contact with your own.

You slowly start to feel your peak forming, crashing so hard over the edge you feel a rush of wetness push Jungkook’s cock out of your core, hole clenching around nothing.

Jungkook lines himself back up, fingers trailing down the front of your body to flick at your clit, tight circles sending jolts of delicious pleasure through your body as Jungkook picks up his pace.

He ignores your cries of overstimulation, a mean chuckle rumbling through his chest as he pulls your hips towards him, his own starting to stutter as he nears his end.

“Come for me again” he groans, continuing his onslaught on your clit.

Your thighs tremble, and if it weren’t for Jungkook’s tight hold on your hips you would have collapsed.

You feel his cock twitch, your boyfriend pushing his cock as far inside of you as he can before he’s coming, the rhythmic clenching of your pussy enough to milk him dry.

Your second orgasm of the night isn’t a big as the first, watery arousal leaking down Jungkook’s cock, murky with his own white release.

“Keep it inside, please” you cry when he goes to pull his soft cock from your messy hole.

He takes a hold of the dildo, shoving it back up your tight pussy before he’s pulling you over his lap, hands skimming down your sides as you turn your attention back to the documentary you were watching.

Your hands stroking him to full hardness again. And he knows it’s going to be a long night, with you a little fussy as you squirm in his lap. Intent of your cunt being stuffed to the brim with his cum.

“So good for me, my perfect little princess”

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healmydesires · 1 year

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enchanted (s.h) - teaser

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: prince!steve harrington x fem!servant reader

❥ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦: “You’ve been in love with the prince for god knows how long. For the longest time you were content with admiring him from afar, knowing your adoration for your favourite prince could never be revealed. Until one day, everything changed.” royal!au. childhood best friends to lovers. fools/idiots to lovers. forbidden romance.

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff + angst + smut (18+ mdni)

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 3,5k so far (it’s gonna be a big BOI)

⟶ A/N: I know for a fact that this will be a big fic. I have so many ideas that it’s driving me insane and I have to have this finished!!! NOW!!! anyways pls anticipate this fic with me 🫶

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You had worked at the palace of the kingdom Pagrarus for as long as you could remember. You knew every nook and cranny—every secret passage and hidden room in that palace. It was practically your home. You took care of it, making sure that it was clean and pretty every day. Your childhood wish was to work for the royal family, just like your parents did. Your family had served the royal family as maids and whatnot for generations, so it only made sense that you grew up around them, and subsequently, their child.

Steve Harrington.

You don’t regret it. Working for royalty.

In fact, if anything, you’re grateful. Because if not for your position now, how could have you crossed paths with a soul like him?

You still remember the day you met him. Clear as day.

Such a sweet sweet day it was. The memory is still fresh in your mind, like the scent of your childhood room. A scent you never quite forgot. It faded over time, sure. But if you strained your memory even now, you can still smell it. The scent of comfort.

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Decidedly, there have been many days in your life. Some happy, some sad. Some you remember better than others while others fade away into the back of your mind. Some are ingrained so deep in your mind that when you close your eyes, you can see every detail as if it’s currently happening. None, however, do you remember more clearly than the day you met Steve. It had been almost two decades ago; when you were five, and he was six.

You remember being nervous - your parents had brought you along to the castle, to introduce you to the royal family - you used to be a very lonely child, not being able to make friends easily. You were in awe as you walked through the luxurious castle with wide eyes, seeing it for the first time, it was truly a beautiful place.

As a reward for your family’s many generations of loyalty, they got the honour of working directly for the royal family. Your parents were close to the royal family despite that they were working for them. When you were very young, your mother was a personal attendant to the young prince.

It had all been incredibly overwhelming back then, and you’d only hidden further behind your mother’s legs. Until - you’d spotted a boy, looking just as lonely and nervous as you, also behind his mothers legs. The prince.

A fond smile curls on your face as you remember Steve’s little frame. With cute round cheeks, curious brown eyes, long brown hair, dressed in fine fabrics that were only made for royal people. He had sparked your curiosity, his intriguing eyes looking at you as if he longed for your friendship already.

Your parents pushed you into his direction, you’d approached him hesitantly. Immediately, he’d give you the brightest smile once you were in front of him. And that one action - that one smile - had sealed it between the two of you. Ever since then, Steve has been your best friend. He’d stick out his hand for you to take and would tug you along with him down the hall, showing you around the palace as you both giggled.

Nostalgia cascades through you as you continue mulling over your relationship with prince Steve. You’ve lived twenty-five years, and throughout the vast majority of it - he has been your only constant.

And for as long as you could remember, you’ve had an intense and hopeless crush on the prince, Steve Harrington.

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typingfool · 1 year

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𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 / 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐌𝐀 ;; wednesday addams

Pairing ;; Wednesday Addams x gn!winged!Reader

outline —; Confessing to Wednesday Addams is... something else.

word count —: 2.3k

WARNINGS —: cursing, SUGGESTIVE, LIKE VERY.

themes / tags —: reader is gender-neutral. divina is non-binary.

A/N: reblogs and comments are appreciated. there are some other fics i wanted to write for wednesday. have some gender-neutral divina and reader as dorm mates! and some wings too, may i add. enjoy :)

There is no number or word that can describe love. The only way to describe it is to feel it. To be in it. Similarly, love isn’t a never ending circle, going around and saying the same thing. For centuries, science has explained it too – the love for friends, the love for lovers, the love for parents, the love for certain objects.

In history, the Greeks have words for love. Sitting in history lessons in one of the many rooms in Nevermore, your wings folded, your eyes staring directly at the board, as the teacher spoke. A school mate, similar to you with wings of down feathers, smiled in your direction, staring intently.

Some didn’t seem to care about the knowledge they’re learning, some were confused (one of them being you, though, you were just ecstatic that all these people were learning that love isn’t just love). Some were guilty – you knew because you felt them, you felt that they never ‘love’ the way it is expected.

“Ludus is the playful form of love. This may describe your type of romance; teasing, flirting, and teenage love.” The teacher explained, dragging her tone through the room, the class is quiet, accepting the new form of knowledge into their minds.

The first period class really had you smiling. A swelled understandment filled your stomach as if it was thirsty for affection and attention. Who knew the Greeks could understand you? In ways more than one. Besides its occasional tales of myths and legends (that you personally indulge in, though too embarrassed to say anything about it), you were surprised that this knowledge is never passed down unto society.

Only ‘friendship’ and ‘love’ were understood. If the normies altogether had a voice they would probably say; What else is there to it?

The thought made you snicker. Hours passed; preoccupied students were busy shuffling the hallways, getting ready for the falling night. You watched through the infirmary window as the courtyard emptied out. “You bird!” The nurse called, looking at you with wide eyes. This did not surprise you but it did make you jump in your chair, your feathers in alert mode as you felt ants seeping through your skin. “I told you, this girl, here,” She pointed to Yoko, who snickered in response, hiding her laughter. “She is okay! No need to crowd this place! Look at your wings- Giant!” She reached her hand out, pinching a feather, making you hiss in staggerment.

“Okay! Okay! I’m just worried about my friend.” You said, cowering out of the door, waving Yoko a goodbye before she could touch the ends of your feathers too. You huffed, wings fluttering in a shiver. The thumping of your own boots thundered in your ears, silencing any form of thoughts that raced through your mind. Silencing the outside world for a while, walking to your dorm subconsciously.

For a moment, you ceased in a quiet hallway, contemplating whether to comfort Enid in her time of distress. Pending for a second that your wings enclosed in a relaxed position, folding itself. I don’t need to think about this situation, you mentally facepalmed.

You headed to your dorm, waving a slight hello to Divina. They didn’t let you pass the window though, blocking your view of the outside world before you could fly out. Worry flooded their eyes as they frantically blurted out a word. “The nurse wouldn’t let me-”

You intercepted, putting a hand on their shoulder. “Let you see her? Me too but I’ve seen, Tanaka is fine, it’s just an allergic reaction.” You calmly stated, your wings subconsciously wrapping around them into a hug. They wrapped their arms around your shoulders too, unable to decide whether to hold your waist or back. “She’ll be out before you know it.” You pulled away, smiling.

Divina nodded, stepping out of the window. “Tell me how your confession goes.” They teased, opening their closet and picking out a jacket. They headed to the bathroom.

You opened the window, searching for Ophelia Hall in the many buildings until your eyes landed on the half-rainbow cobwebbed window. “Not yours to know,” You yelled in a responsive tone, hands on the railing, keeping your body balanced, poking your head out of the cold air. Making sure that no one is watching, you search left to right as if you were checking a road before crossing. “Nightshades again?” You asked, pushing your head in, grabbing a jacket of your own.

Divina fixed their hair, responding with a nod. “At least look decent, who are you meeting? Enid or Addams?” They blindly asked.

Disbelief left your mouth as a laugh. You loudly shut your closet, running up to the window, shutting it down as if anyone could hear from your own dorm. “Do you think Wednesday would care what I wear?” You emphasized clearly on her name, grabbing a hair brush. You rubbed the back of your neck before remembering the reason for your arrival at their dorm. “And anyway, I wanted to see Enid, she’s upset because of…” Your voice trailed, realizing that Divina is the person you’re talking to. You didn’t want to upset her any further, though luckily, she was busy adjusting her necklace to even listen to you.

Divina smiled playfully. “Well, people say she’s allergic to color. But honestly, she’s pulling off the black and white outfits.” They replied, shrugging. The sneakers they wore dragged a rushed sound. Though it stopped when they turned on their heel to face you again. “Yet, here you are, putting no effort into your fits.”

You huffed, rolling your eyes, as you leaned into the mirror. “I’m pretty decent, if you ask me. Or Wednesday.” You happily affirmed.

Divina shrugged in defeat, waving you off. “Just make sure to be there, Bianca hates you.”

Shaking your head, you opened the window again, jumping up the railing, spreading your wings. “Tell her the feeling is mutual.” With that, you leaped out, snickering at the response ‘that’s jackshit, Xavier hates you too’, spreading your wings to bring yourself up to the window once more, satisfied that Divina took in the words you most definitely meant. You carefully pulled down the window, leaving a big enough gap for your hands to fit in.

You flew higher, the cold air reaching your whole body. Jacket or not, the cold bothered you. Though, post-autumn has finally worn out. The start of cold winds were scaring you for the snow. And god, were you thankful that you didn’t have to shovel it all? Yes, of course, you were.

Your feet landed on the cold ground, as wind slightly pushed you back. You flap your wings in the process, creating a whirlwind that nearly knocked out the musical note stand. Thankfully, you weren’t too far to not catch it and disrupt a loud bang. Cold seeped through your footwarmers, each step you took warmed up your body eventually. Since, you couldn’t fit through the window (credits to the wings you carried), instead, you knocked, poking your head in.

“Enid!” You called on excitedly, only to find her bed empty, neatly arranged. Your head turned to her roommate’s bed. Next to it is a dissatisfied Wednesday, her hands briefly above the typewriter. “Where is she?” You asked, emphasizing your question even more as you raised a brow.

Wednesday sighed, standing up from her chair. “Sulking and complaining to Ajax or Divina,” She explained, leading you out of the window by giving your forehead a gentle flick. You mouthed an ‘oh’ shape, knowing where that would lead to. Your mind wandered if Ajax could comfort Enid in such a way, because, knowing him — it would be an easy yet ineffective display, mostly because of his tiny, little serpents.

The scent of Wednesday Addams attained your senses, though, the spinning of the glass window in front of you distracted it. You can see a new addition to the dorm; a giant detective board, with pictures of disgusting pieces of body parts, it almost made you drop and vomit. Almost, not until Wednesday inquired with a furrowed brow (you could tell); “Why is it your concern?”

You turned, glancing to the back of her head. Walking up to her was easy, taking mental note not to stand too far nor too close, figuring that Wednesday didn’t like close and intimate proximities. “She was upset that Yoko got an allergic reaction again.” You answered truthfully. You saw her shake gently. A swift chance of courage shook your presence. “I also came here to talk to you actually.”

Wednesday’s mouth dropped into a firm line, almost frowning. Her solemn face returned, however, when she looked at you. “Make it quick.” She commanded.

You beamed, wings fluttering in excitement, and Wednesday knew it was going to be a long talk, or night, if you made your move. You propped yourself up at the balcony, sitting comfortably, your eyes straightforward. “Don’t you admire your parent’s love for each other?”

Wednesday is right, she mentally prepared herself for her own upcoming answer, a tiny voice in her throat buried itself until she gave it full thought. “I do, why?”

You bit your inner cheeks, nodding to your side, as you cleared your throat. “Their love is called Pragma; long standing love.” Shifting your sentences to something less obvious isn’t something you had me mind. “They might’ve had a friendship too, which is Philia.”

Wednesday raised her brows, an inquiry isn’t something she’ll speak out in these conversations. But then again, she is an Addams, her opinions most likely matter because of the pressure that she instills on them. “Friendship? Before marriage, there’s… friendship?” She tried not to show the hesitant tone that concluded her sentence, a rushed tone dragged the tension.

You shook your head in a ‘no’, pushing your hair behind your ear. “Not just before marriage, no. It’s something you have before any type of romance.” Without the knowledge of whose dropping these words but you, yourself, obliged you to speak more. Wednesday seemed confounded in your knowledge, conflict reached blood, as it ran cold.

The thought of you having experienced a friendship that turned into… whatever her parents had, or, as you called it; Philia and Pragma. She had to admit, bearing that sight is a nightmare.

Grabbing your wrists, Wednesday stood in front of you, holding your waist as you involuntarily yelped without the support of your hand on the cold marble. Her fingers dug into your side, into your jacket, as her eyes trailed in confusion. The girl in front of you blinked, a stricken flick of anger visible in her expressions. “Have you ever loved someone like that?” Wednesday inquired, glancing up at you, she held your gaze, before averting her own.

The pacing of your heart quickened, lup-dup, lup-dub, lup-dub, lup-dub, lup-dub. Without the huffed breaths, you would’ve fallen in peace. You were certain Wednesday couldn’t catch you, so you managed to stay alive. Taking a breath and moving closer, inch to inch with Wednesday Addams; nose nuzzled, minty breath of yours, mixed with the scent of… coffee? Something of the sort, you couldn’t tell due to your proximity. “You.”

Surprisingly, Wednesday didn’t back away when you stepped in closer, she only closed the gap that accompanied the two of you. Catching your lips into hers, moving in sync with your own. Her other hand accompanied your lower back, rubbing it in circles. Your hands found freedom in her jaw, cold fingers against it, underlining the perfect structure.

Wednesday pulled away, catching her breath, forehead against yours. She gave your lips another peck, which you reciprocated. Your eyes gently shut, recalling the last of what you could see was Wednesday’s half-shut eyes. A flooding warm of heat pulled your stomach down as she deepened the kiss.

Ecstasy engulfed you and (hopefully) Wednesday.

Forgetting that breathing existed is something you would’ve never forgotten, afterall, not after this. You needed air although worry didn’t cross your mind, not once, when this is happening. Nothing could be processed actually. The only thoughts that occupy your mind is Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday, Wednesday.

You pulled away, chest heaving up and down for breaths, a still laugh erupting from your throat. “Who taught you how to kiss like that?” You asked, cockiness reached your lips, quirking upwards into a smile. You were pulled up with a jerk of her shoulders, diminishing the cruelty that settled on your lips, which were puffy and pink now.

Wednesday settled in a firm hug, burying her face into your jacket. A quiet sniffle of laughter carefully rolled out of your tongue. She wrinkled her nose, bringing her chin to your shoulders. She responded, bringing her head up. “My parents, they always kiss in front me and my brother.”

You nodded in understanding, a hum vibrating your chest in response. You closed your eyes in the warmth of her body near you, feeling a tug of your jacket with her fingers. The exposure of your warm, clothed skin to the wind did not make you please. Not until Wednesday’s mouth found closure in your skin, her warm tongue and soft lips sucking on it carefully.

This made your eyes open in shock, a kept groan couldn’t contain itself, leaving your mouth with no permission. “Addams,” You meekly called, averting your eyes to the side, though, your head jerked up; giving her more skin to attack. “Someone- someone will notice.” You warned, fingers circling her back as an attempt to call after her.

Wednesday obliged. Though, she smirked at it, noticing the bruise, pulling your jacket back to its place in your neck. A glimpse of visible purple marks accompanied it. An audible groan left your mouth, hiding your face to the side, as your wings wrapped the two of you. “What?” She asked, closely inspecting the wrapped wings that shook slightly. “Be thankful it’s not your lips, it would’ve been far worse.” She concluded.

Goosebumps overtook your body. Jumping down from your spot, cautious as to not step on Wednesday. You hugged her closely. “What are we now?”

Wednesday raised a brow, you were sure a tender smile attended her features. “Pragma and Philia, as you said.”

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Update: I continue to work on all things! Nothing is abandoned! New chapters will come!

The actual, fun and exciting update: I'm going to start recommending a few AMAZING TLOU fics that you might have missed on my blog every Saturday for the next while.

I hope you find some new great reads to keep you going while we wait for season 2 - our fandom is seriously so freaking talented, and there are SO many incredibly written fics out there that I want to yell about a bunch of them! Please reblog!

These fics will vary re: how closely they stick to canon and what themes they explore, but you can expect them all to be wonderfully written and, obviously, heavily feature Joel Miller.

Some of these, including this weeks, may include mature content - make sure to read and heed the trigger warnings listed on ao3!

I have never really been interested in fan fiction with OCs, so I missed out on this week's recommendation for a long time and I bet a lot of you did too. It's both a wonderfully told Joel love story and a fic that, in my opinion, really honours the world and characters of TLOU.

Go Your Own Way by @chronicallyonlinewriter 232,575 words || 31 chapters rating: mature [see ao3 tags for full content warnings] featuring: post season/game 1 life in Jackson, angst, fluff, action, romance, smut, plenty of protective Joel and parent Joel

You can check out a review from @march-flowerr below, describing some of what makes this story so special: (vague general spoilers re: themes and mature content)

“Go Your Own Way stands, in my mind, as one of the most well written piece of fiction on Archive of Our Own. Nandorluna has such an intimate and authentic take on the existing characters that we know and love (on Joel and Ellie and all the Jackson gang) but it’s her ability to create stunning, well fleshed out original characters that drew me to her story initially. Her main character, Benny, moves across the story in such a visceral and realistic way; her arc spans not just the present canon timeline, but transports us through an entire lifetime: from childhood to outbreak, to first love, to first loss, to heartbreak and grief and then finally, to her heart’s final resting place: Joel Miller.

Zee manages to write about and embrace such difficult topics as assault, pregnancy loss, and grief without ever once making a show of it. She handles each moment with quiet dignity and intense self reflection; she draws beauty from the hollow depth of heart ache and despair without ever once losing the thread of hope that The Last of Us is known for.

At the heart of Go Your Own Way is the love story of Joel and Benny. Zee manages to create a compelling story about brokenness and connection and the raw, rare glory that is finding someone with whom you can begin to fit yourself together with again. It’s a story of family - of people who when left to wander, find their hearts drawn to each other. It’s a story about love - each relationship, from Benny and Alexei’s long friendship, to Ellie and Joel’s turbulent first years, to Benny and Joel’s steadfast devotion for each other, caters to the soul. It’s a story that I’ve found myself returning to, again and again, in all moods and places in life. If I could change anything about it, it would only be that it did have to end after all."

If you read and love this, please please show the author some love and leave a kudos and comment!! Happy fandoming y'all.

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nerdraging4point0 · 4 months

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Blood of Eden // Part One // Noah Sebastian Urban Fantasy AU Fic

Tropes and Tags: MM, MF, MFM, MFM, instalove, too much sex, tattooed men, polyverse, shapeshifters.

CW: 18+ only minors DNI. Urban Fantasy romance, Smut. Angst. Fluff (ish), Story includes D/S themes, mentions of blood and gore, mentions of drug use and distribution, mentions of prostitution, unprotected sex, male receiving oral sex, female receiving oral sex, cuckolding, P/A sex, P/V sex.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

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"You should be-sss-at the ceremony." Jolly hissed, his body sinking deeper into the leather couch. He dropped his head back, resting on the cushions, eyes rolling to the back of his skull. Black slacks pushed down just above his knees, no shirt, his long ash blonde hair pulled into a high bun keeping the strands off his face. Noah hummed, the only sound capable of being made with his mouth as full as it was.

Fuck the ceremony.

It was an hour or so of pledges and vows, all things Noah could do without. He hadn't even been excited for his own ceremony. He hated people watching him and judging him; he felt like an intimate thing like that should have been for him and him alone.

But that wasn't tradition.

Dragging his lips off Jolly's shaft, leaving a glossy sheen behind, he barely let the swollen head fall from his lips as he spoke.

"Would you rather I be there than here?"

Noah's teeth grazed the tip of Jolly's prized appendage, teasing him. His master let out a low moan, gritting his teeth; watching his jaw tighten only made Noah's smile broaden with pride. He was pushing his limits, testing forces he had no business testing. Noah's knees were sore; he'd been kneeling on the linoleum for a while now. He could have had Jolly off in a few minutes if he'd wanted, dragging it out on purpose; if he had kept his master busy before the hunt tonight, he'd have avoided the ceremony altogether.

"You're stalling." Jolly's calloused hand ran through Noah's soft brown locks gripping at the crown of his head to push him back down on the man's stiff cock.

There was no more conversation as Noah's head bobbed back and forth, stroking his master's legs before cupping his knees and pulling him further down on the cushions, his thumbs stroking Jolly's surprisingly soft skin. Their relationship was one of understanding, loyalty, friendship, and ownership. Noah was a Chasseur, shifting creatures bred to serve their Mage masters; and serving his master was something Noah did well.

When Noah was just a pup, he was gangly and awkward, but he had a bright smile and an eagerness to learn; Jolly picked him out of the large selection of new recruits, and Noah had never been happier. During his collaring ceremony, the very ceremony he was missing now, he'd been presented to his master with his peers and their masters watching as Jolly clasped the black choker on his then dainty neck. It hung loose on his neck back then. "You'll grow into it." Jolly had whispered to him. They shared a passionate kiss with all eyes on them, which made Noah elated at the time. Puppy love, they called it. Now, with his hair chopped short, muscles rounded out and more defined, his choker was clasped so tight his adam's apple sometimes struggled against the leather strap.

Jolly bucked his hips as his warm release coated Noah's throat. The hunter leaned back onto his ass, rubbing his sore knees while his master tucked himself away. Crossing the floor in silence, Jolly extended his hand to run his fingers through Noah's hair. The hunter leaned into the touch, feeling the way his master's nails scratched into his scalp; he hummed the sound, turning into a rumble in his chest as Jolly tugged at the strands.

"Such a good boy, you are."

Their tender moment was interrupted as Jolly's phone buzzed against the oak wood of his desk. When he walked away, Noah pouted, letting out a whine. A stern look and a raised eyebrow had Noah storing away his pout.

His master slid a thumb across his phone screen, putting the device to his ear. No doubt it was the head-magi calling with the hunter's positions. Guarding the Mage's investments was a hunter's job, three banks, two laboratories, and the Skytower, a forty-five-story building where all the Mage lived with their hunters, needed to have round-the-clock guards. Noah silently prayed to whatever universal power or deity existed to let him guard the Skytower tonight; it would mean he'd have another forty-five minutes to spend being a good boy for his master.

"Where?" Jolly growled into the receiver, his bare chest rising and falling, listening to orders from the other end of the line. Noah's ears pricked up. Standing from the floor, he squared his shoulders, bouncing on his feet, ready to move. Jolly hung up the phone, letting out an exasperated sigh.

"Take, Oli. South side."

Noah felt his ears fall back; tail cast down. The south side was the central laboratory, with heavy traffic suitable for a busy night but far away from his master, much to Noah's disappointment.

Her feet met the concrete in hard strides; even through the heels of her boots, she could feel the force of her momentum as she pushed off the cement down the streets away from the lab.

They were so close this time.

Her frustration drove her adrenaline as she bolted away. Rick and Chavez were the brains behind their operation; Chavez was their leader on the ground, and he'd been eager to show his worth. He had the blueprints of the lab and knew how to get in and out of places quickly. Rick was tech; he was supposed to disable the alarm system, blackout the security cameras, and redirect the radio traffic to keep the hunters away long enough for them to sneak in. A secondary alarm system had been triggered the minute they walked in. While the inexperienced ones panicked and tried to still get in, hoping to score their goods, she knew what she was coming for would be heavily guarded. Futile to proceed, she turned on her heel and bolted from the lab.

Snarls broke through the silence of the streets, echoing on the brick and steel buildings around her, and she knew the hunters were on her trail. Continuing to weave through side streets and neighborhoods, she hoped she could shake them; hunters rarely pursued after a few weaves and dodges; that was what she was counting on. Somehow, she'd gotten herself turned around and found her way down a dimly lit street she'd never been before. She slowed her pace; no way she'd been followed, dropping her hands to her knees she took deep slow breaths grounding herself by feeling the dark, scratchy denim in her palms. Her lungs were burning, the sting on her cheeks from running for so long. Cardinal red hair falling over her shoulder, cascading down in long waves, cursing under her breath. Somewhere during her weaving and bobbing she’d lost her scrunchy, her hair now free and loose in a frizzy mess.

A short bark, then a snarl, sounded from the block over.

Fuck.

She spun around looking for her next best option. She couldn't keep running down the street; they'd catch her eventually. An alley was a few feet away; turning down its dark, narrow cavern she could see the ladder leading to the roof. Perfect.

The silver rungs to freedom were too high up for her to reach. She jumped, trying to catch the lowest one; as she rose in the air, her fingertips barely grazed the cool metal, which was no good. She was still too short. A dumpster sat full just a foot or two away. Wasting no time, she climbed up the box, trying not to slip on the slanted lid, last night's rain still lingering on its top, making the task difficult. The barks sounded out again; she could hear the tinkling of metal and claws on the asphalt.

Shit.

If she didn't make this, she'd crash to the ground and barely be able to climb back up before they found her and possibly killed her there in the alley. She could just imagine their teeth digging into the flesh of her throat, warm blood flowing out of her veins, and limbs being ripped from her body.

One shot, she had one shot.

Sitting perched on her feet, taking a deep breath, it was now or never.

Leaping from the dumpster, she reached out for the suspended ladder, catching the bar with her right hand, and could only barely hang on. Her left made contact with the metal, feeling the bruise already forming on her upper bicep; she cried out but held her grip. Forgetting her pain and remembering what was hunting her, she climbed, pulling herself up till her feet rocked back and forth, steading on the bar before helping her ascend up the wall. Cracked concrete bleached from the sun and covered in dry bird shit was not what you think of for safety. But if it meant she was up off the ground and away from the four-legged hunters below, she could be satisfied with it. Still feeling her heart racing from adrenaline, she looked for another way down in case the hunters camped out or sent their masters for her.

Her way up seemed to be the only way down; a leap between the adjoined buildings was her only option; a foot or two shorter than where she stood with a solid eight-foot wide gap between them was just enough that if she had a running start, she could leap across.

"I could try it," she said aloud.

A deep snort from behind her made her blood run cold.

"Fuck." she mumbled under her breath. Knowing it was a bad idea, she slowly turned anyway, facing the beast head-on. Short-haired with long legs and large paws, it was a beast from hell. Dark brown orbs stared back at her from over its muzzle. The leather straps caged the long snout, the huffs of its breath hot on her skin even from this distance. When it snarled at her, the leather stretched, resisting the creature's open jaws, the straps snuggly secured behind tall pointed ears, whiplike tail swatting at the air.

Stalking slowly out of the shadows from the direction of her only means of exit was another version of this deadly beast, its fur brown and shaggy snout also clasped by a muzzle. The shaggy beast turned to his comrade, snorting, and the demon dog gave a low growl in response.

"You fuckers can climb walls?" Her voice cracked as it escaped her throat. "Why am I not surprised?"

She turned, looking over the gap in the buildings. If she leaped across at this distance, she'd hit the wall, maybe even fall a good fourteen feet if she tried to cold jump it. Her escape route was looking pretty dim. Her eyes darted back to the beasts behind her; the shaggy one dropped his head, stalking toward her with determination. The hellhound barked assertively, the shaggy partner stepping back and giving him a quizzical look.

Can they climb walls and communicate with each other? What the fuck did these bastards create? Suddenly, a torn-out throat or a fourteen-foot fall seemed to pale compared to the more dangerous things these creatures could do; all teeth and claws with what seemed like the intelligence of the average human did not mix well.

Well, I'm gonna die either way, aren't I?

Reality creeping up, she turned back to the gap, thinking a fourteen-foot fall would be quick; teeth in her skin might take a while as she bleeds out slowly. She shuddered at the thought. Then again, they couldn't tear out her throat with muzzles, could they?

They couldn't climb walls with paws, but here they were. Anything was possible.

She turned back to ensure the muzzles were still secured to their faces, staggering from the sight.

No longer four-legged beasts, the two men were squatting on their heels shoulder to shoulder. The one on her left was adorned in black leather boots and pants, the hem of his long sleeves hooking securely to his middle finger. Shaggy brown curls to his shoulders, rounding up by his eyebrows and flipping upwards. The muzzle covering the lower half of his face couldn't hide the smile playing on his lips.

But the one to her right.

Black tank, leather pants, and boots, his own muzzle covering his face, the measly leather mask unable to hide his obvious beauty. Tattooed on every inch of his exposed skin, soft brown strands of hair licking his forehead short and clean, those intense brown orbs still locked onto her with a glint in them like he would enjoy tearing her apart. He bore a strap round his neck, a silver ring glinting in the dim light moving in time with the rise and fall of his chest.

Goddamn it. They were back.

Her hallucinations played tricks with her vision, plaguing her with thoughts and images that were so disturbing it was driving her insane. Her Nightshade injections weren't lasting as long as they used to. Desperate to correct the world again, she violently shook her head, hitting her temple with the heel of her hand.

Get it together. My life is on the line.

It's just a hallucination, a hot one, but a hallucination.

Opening her eyes, there stood the animals; the devil dog took a step forward, curiosity burning in his eyes. His partner drooling next to him, the saliva dripping out of the leather on his snout.

Done. Decision made.

She leaped off the ledge, her body folding in half over the concrete lip, the air leaving her lungs on impact. It was too wide, and she was barely holding on, the toes of her boots scraping at the brick, seeking traction to get herself back on somewhat solid ground. She could hear whining over the beat of her heart and the scrape of her shoes. They hadn't jumped after her, but she wouldn't wait to let them try. She got herself almost over the hump before sliding back down, narrowly managing to grip the ledge again. She struggled some more before a sharp pain in her right shoulder split open her skin, and the heat of fresh blood ran over the open wounds. She was hurled from her suspension onto the opposite roof, rolling into the gravel, her left hand reaching for the wounded arm. Puncture wounds on her shoulder blade and collarbone dripped with fresh blood and a wet, watery substance that was not hers. Vision clouding from the pain and her heart racing in her ribcage, she turned to see the same tank top-wearing man from before. Crouched down on all four limbs, shaking and panting, his muzzle was gone, dark dribbles of what was unmistakably her own blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.

Her body went numb, starting at her toes before rushing to her head, eyes fluttering closed and her vision going dark.

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⭐⭐Story summary ⭐⭐

The day he walked into your pastry shop marked a new beginning for you, the blossoming of a beautiful friendship. But you should have known, humans are good at hiding their dark sides.

⭐Tags: Dubious Consent, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Possessive Behavior, Power Play, Name-Calling, Smut, Kissing, Rough Sex Overstimulation, Gojo Satoru is His Own Warning, Size Kink, No Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Cheating(?) Friends With Benefits, Mild Blood/injury, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat!! Not Beta Read Gojo Satoru is unhinged this fic is dark, No use of y/n Female Reader Non-Curse AU, curses don't exist here Gojo is super rich, you are a programmer, S&M

⭐I wrote this is one evening. Word count: 7.1k

⭐Minors please please please, do not interact

⭐Cross posted on AO3 under the same name @DikanSong

How did you two meet? You liked to think it was pure luck. Your shift had just ended and you were packing your things, ready to return home and take a long hot bath after so many hours of hard work. Maybe treat yourself to a snack and some home movies. After all the next day was your day off, it wasn't like you had much to do anyway. Just as you were about to leave, your colleague and closest friend at work, Hibiki, rushed in with urgency in his voice. He asked if you could cover for him, his sister suddenly collapsed and was rushed to the hospital. Being the only family she has, he had to be by her side. You didn't think much to it, instantly agreeing to cover for him. You told yourself that he would do same for you anyway.

The evening was turning out to be a slow one. You worked at a sweets and baked goods store. It wasn't exactly your dream job (you already had that,) but you were making a steady income from it. It was a nice side hustle, you got to meet with people and work on your social skills anyway. And sometimes it was fun. Your heart would always belong to coding and programming.

You positioned yourself at your post, putting on your best charismatic smile. You tried not to think too much about staying out so late, but anything for a friend right? When the doorbell rang throughout the quiet air, you straightened your back

"Good evening." You greeted with cheer. "May I take your order?" Your words died in your throat the moment you saw him.

He was tall. So tall he had to bend to enter the shop. He was dressed in a white shirt and black pants, expensive looking dress shoes in his feet. He walked towards the counter and smiled brightly. His smile was utterly stunning and his white hair gave him an ethereal appearance. You however couldn't see his eyes as they were hidden behind dark sunglasses.

He was so handsome.

Clearing your throat, you pulled yourself from your thoughts. The man leaned over the counter.

"Good evening," He replied your greeting. "Are you new here? I haven't seen you around."

Oh, he must be a regular customer then. "No sir, I'm not new." You replied curtly. "May I take your order?"

He proceeded to order quite a large batch of sweets. He paid and tipped very generously. The exchange didn't take long, he left but not without dropping a casual 'see you later'. You reminded yourself to ask Hibiki about him.

You didn't think much about him, since you probably won't see him again. When you asked Hibiki abouut him your colleague replied that he was a regular and that was all. Your life seemingly went back to normal. But three weeks later he showed up again, this time on your shift. The both of you talked while you put his order together. Mindless small talk, weather and news. You had to calm your racing heart a lot. It was awfully easy for you to slip up and mess up when in the presence of a stunning person. Especially one as stunning as him.

From that day on, he would visit almost everyday, buy sweets and talk. You slowly found yourself looking forward to work just for a chance to see him and chat about what ever came up. You never asked for him name and he never asked for yours. It was frankly refreshing. And you liked it. This went on for two weeks. Till one day he asked if you were free after work. Shocked, you had said yes. He gave you his card. Gojo Satoru, that was his name. Call me when you're ready, he had said.

And so you found yourself putting extra time into your make up and outfit. You'd stop and scold yourself. It wasn't even a date, you told yourself. You were just hanging out. That was it. Still you didn't stop going over your hair and making sure it was perfect. He picked you up and drove to a decent restaurant.

Gojo Satoru was bored. As the heir of a very successful multi billion dollar line of companies, his life was set forever. He was bored with everything and constantly seeking out new forms of entertainment. On that fateful evening when he walked into his regular sweets store and met you rather than the kid he was accustomed to, he found the change interesting. As the days went by and your conversations bloomed, he found that he enjoyed them. You were easy going but professional at the same. He honestly had no intention of roping you into his life but…he was bored. And so he asked you out.

So for that evening he treated you like a princess. The both of you talked over the most delicious curry you'd ever tasted. He asked questions about you, surface questions, nothing too serious. When the night was over, you admitted to having a great time.

"Maybe we should do this again?" He suggested, half expecting you to refuse, half expecting you to say yes.

You thought for a while, "that'd be fun."

And fun it was.

It was the blossoming of a beautiful friendship. The two of you became friends after that. And for a while, Gojo's boredom was satiated. You would got to the movies, hang out, sometimes you'd invite him over to your place and you'd play video games or watch a movie or something. It was really nice. You felt really flattered that a man as beautiful as him was friends with you.

Maybe that realization was what kicked it off.

After a year of this, you were invited to a friend's birthday party. What you hadn't expected was for Gojo to be there too. Your friend, Shouko, who was also invited asked how you knew Gojo. Shouko and you had basically no secrets from each other. Having being born in the same hospital on the same day and growing up together you knew each other so well. People often joked that you two were twins.

"He's my friend." You replied while sipping on champagne. The expensive bubbles ticked your tongue and made you feel relaxed.

Shouko's dark brown eyes narrowed. "Just friends?" She asked.

"Yea.." You replied. "You don't actually think I have a chance with him, do you?"

Shouko shook her head, a playful smile tugging on her red lips. "Just saying…just saying. But seriously though, I'd stay away from Gojo Satoru if I were you."

You didn't have time to ponder on her words as the celebrant dragged you off for a photo session. You hardly saw Shouko after that, assuming she'd left. After a few more glasses of champagne you started to feel tipsy and thought it best to get some air outside. You met Gojo outside. He was leaning against the wall, staring at the night sky.

"Hi," You greeted. He turned to you and smiled. You wished you could see his eyes. Those damn sunglasses. "Wanna go home?"

"You're drunk." He remarked casually, a small smile on his lips.

"Nope. Just a lil bit tipsy." You joined him on the wall. "Would you like to watch movies with me?"

"My place or yours?" At that moment it didn't cross your mind that you hadn't actually been to his place.

"Mine" You replied. "Hope you're not drunk?"

He smiled. "One of us has to be sober, don't you think?"

You giggled. He drove you to your place. You invited him in. After a cold shower and light dinner, you both settled down on your couch to watch a Disney classic. You blamed it on the alcohol. He blamed it on bad decisions. You kissed him. He returned your kiss. Soon hands were roaming each others bodies, clothes were flung off and you woke up alone with a burning between your legs and a tray of painkillers on your bedside table.

You went back to work, your mind in a hazy state. You remembered very well what had happened, and you remembered it was you who started everything. You felt kind of bad, for reasons you couldn't place. You didn't expect him to show up as usual, but to your greatest surprise he did. And he didn't bring up the previous night, neither did you. But after that something changed. The way you saw Gojo began to change as well.

Had you caught feelings? Was that even possible?

You couldn't deny it, he was insanely attractive. He could get any woman he wanted to jump in his lap. And he was incredible in bed too. You found yourself wanting more of him.

The next time you both were alone, you couldn't keep to yourself. This time you were free from the influence of alcohol. He was incredibly gentle with you taking his time to give you pleasure. When you wanted to return the favour he declined, telling you that this was about you. You felt wanted. It was a new feeling. When the night was over you asked him what you were. He hesitated.

Gojo was excellent at reading people. And as a result of that he knew exactly how to act around certain types of people. He knew what to say. And when it came to you, you were a wide open book. There were no secrets. He knew the type of woman you were. He knew you needed constant validation and affection. He had truly hoped you'd grow bored and leave. But to his surprise you stuck around. He saw it in your eyes as he rutted his hips into yours. The hazed look, the lovesick gaze. He knew you were in love with him. A stupid foolish thing for you to do.

"I can't do relationships." He said at last. "I can't give you that. Love and romance. If that's what you want, you should better go." He expected, really expected you to accept this and just leave.

Your heart broke, you weren't going to lie. "Oh,"

"But if you want, if it suits you, we can continue doing this." He offered. You were a modest girl, he knew that. You should refuse. You should walk away. But you didn't. Your eyes shone and you nodded. And he hated you for that. Why were you giving him the green light? We're you that fucking dumb? Couldn't you see what was going on?

"Of course…" You whispered shyly.

That was when all hell went loose.

You don't know exactly what changed but something did. It became clear to you your feelings for him. You were in love with him. You didn't know if he knew though, you hadn't told him. Gojo began to take you on expensive dates. When he came over he would bring gifts. Expensive fruit, jewelry, clothes, desserts, random stuff, whatever he saw fit. You would shyly accept those gifts. When he was not on trips you would bake him something, you knew he had a sweet tooth. And when he was away on trips he would call and check up on you regularly. It was like a relationship, except you still knew nothing about him and he wouldn't make you his girlfriend. But you couldn't deny how good it felt being spoiled like this. It only made your feelings for him grow.

You began to notice a change in his behaviors. He was a very busy man, you knew that much. But the times he was available he became possessive. You noticed how his expression would change when he saw you with a guy. You found it a bit too intense for someone who insisted on a "no strings attached attachment". But you ignored it. Of course you would ignore it, because you were so in love with him and wanted him to stay with you.

"You should stop going to work." He said after a very steamy night at his place that left your breathless and sore followed by the sweetest aftercare ever. The both of you laid in his bed, not talking. You were enjoying the silence, because it frankly hurt your throat to talk. Your back was turned to him, he held you close to him tight his thumb rubbed circles into your hip through your pajamas.

"I…I have to p-pay bills." You gasped, feeling very exhausted. You just wanted to sleep, and maybe take some painkillers. Your throat hurt so much.

"I can take care of you, you know that." His voice had a edge and his arm around you tightened.

You heart sank. You didn't like the sound of that at all. You knew he was rich alright, filthy rich and he could take care of you. But to drop your work? That hurt just to think about it. Out of the question.

You turned to face Gojo. He was staring intently at you. His brilliant blue eyes unreadable. You blinked to remind yourself why you turned. It was awfully easy to get lost staring at his jewel-like eyes.

"Why?" You asked, your heart racing. Was this the moment he was going to ask you to be his official girlfriend? You doubted it. But still it didn't hurt to dream. Then you added bitterly, "It's not like we're dating."

His jaw clenched. Often times you would pipe up the topic of dating to him and he would quickly shut it down. It was conflicting how he didn't want to date you but continued to act like you two were dating.

"Because I said so." He replied calmly, the edge in his voice gone.

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his bright blue eyes locked onto yours. The gesture was too affectionate for your liking, the eye contact too intense. He just stared at you, as if he was reading your mind. Held spellbound by his eyes, you could do nothing but blink. His lips formed a small soft smile. He raised his hand, his fingertips massaged your earlobe. And for a while his eyes flashed with lust.

You turned away from him, focusing your gaze on a beautiful painting ahead of you. His hand moved to your hair, caressing your scalp softly. You became aware of the feeling of the silk pajamas you wore. Maybe he chose the softest silk so your bruises would suffer less. Gojo was talking, but you weren't listening to him. You wondered how much the painting on the wall cost, if he would get mad should you destroy it.

From then on things got worse for you. Everything. You'd come home one day to find him already at your place. And in a bad mood.

"Where have you been?" He asked straight without a greeting.

"Well hello," You mumbled. You were beyond exhausted. And you weren't expecting to see him. How did he even have the key to your house? You didn't recall ever giving it to him.

"I asked you a question." His voice was clipped, annoyed.

"I went on a date." You replied casually. "Actually it's ready late and I have work tomorrow so…"

"A date?" He was quick on his feet, his body blocking you and stopping you from moving. You backed up and stared at him. His eyes were angry. So beautiful and so angry. You chest hurt. How dare he?! He kept you around as an option but didn't allow you to have other options.

"Yes." You replied quietly. "I went on a date." You'd barely finished before his hand gripped your neck cutting off your air flow. Caught off guard, you yelped and dropped your bags, trying to pry him off you. It was difficult. He didn't even budge.

He said your name, his voice calm. He backed you up into the nearest wall. His hold on your neck didn't let up. "You're mine. Don't you ever forget that. That being said, I don't want you with another man. Okay?"

You wanted to scream at him. You wanted to kick him. You wanted to tell him you hated him and that it was over. You wondered what was holding you back.

But you knew the answer.

You loved Gojo. And you wanted to make him happy. You wanted to make him love you back. And you thought that if you stuck around long enough that would happen, he would fall in love with you. So that was why you nodded, slowly and defeated. The smile that graced his face was nothing short of malicious. It was a sharp contrast to his angelic features. His hand left your neck and you took in an exaggerated amount of breath. He patted your head like one would an obedient dog.

"That's my girl…"

Yes. What a good girl you were for him. That night he was rough with you. He ignored your pleas and your cries, bending your body past your limits. He pushed your face into the sheets so your cries were muffled. His nails dug into your skin leaving cuts. You couldn't help but feel that he was punishing you, being rough with you to drive a point home. It hurt. But at the same time he knew the buttons to push. He knew how to make you feel good. When the pain was distracting from the pleasure you tried to focus on, he would switch and become gentler. The switch was maddening and you couldn't tell which was worse - the pain or the pleasure. When he was done, he handled you like glass, cleaning you up and drawing a bath. When he left you to soak in the bath, you cried.

"What is it?" His voice on the other side of the door asked with a sigh.

You glared at the door. "I'm okay!"

"If you're okay then why are you crying?" Gojo asked, annoyance clear in his voice.

So many things rushed to your mind at once. So many words you wanted to say. You bit them down. When you took too long to answer you heard his footsteps recede. You only cried even more.

Gojo treated you worse after that. He did things without your consent. For instance he changed your entire wardrobe, claiming your old clothes were too "drab". He made your boss fire you and when you got another job he just did the same thing. You just knew he had people watching you. In all these you know you should've ran. But you didn't. Because if you left him, how could you make him love you?

He would show up without prior information at your place and his hands would be all over you. Sometimes he'd take you to his place but nothing would change.

At first he would talk to you, ask about your day, but then he got bored of it and just went straight to taking off your clothes. You tried to get him to stay after, to talk or watch movies like our used to. But he wouldn't listen to you. He'd come, fuck you and leave. He gave you more expensive gifts, like some sort of apology for nearly breaking your body Everytime. You began to detest those gifts because for each one you had a scar or mark on your body for it from Gojo's rough handling of your body. He would tell you how much be cared for you, and how much he didn't want anyone to lay their filthy hands on you. How no man deserved you but him. He would tell you how everything he did he did for you.

He never once told you that he loved you.

You would cry yourself to sleep. And still hold on to the hope that he'd love you. How naive and stupid you were. To him you were just a meat sack with fuckable holes. You were just an option, not the option. It hurt and your heart broke everytime. You didn't know how much longer you could take it. How much longer your body could take his manhandling. You missed the old days. When things were much more simpler. When the two of you did mundane things and actually enjoyed each other's company. When the joy of seeing him was true.

Gojo on the other hand knew he was an asshole for treating you the way he was. He knew you didn't deserve it. He couldn't imagine another man treating you the way he was treating you. He wanted to let you go, yet at the same time he couldn't bear the thought of another man touching you. He hated to admit it, but you were fun. You were lonely, easy to manipulate and control. Even though you pretended to be bold he knew your resistance withered everytime he pressed for what he wanted. And damn did he know how to press. He knew something was wrong with him. But he also didn't care. The sick pleasure he got from seeing your face contorted in pain was satisfying. Your pleas and whines he found cute. Something about the way you took everything he gave you, the way you'd stare at him as he rutted his hips into you, the emotion in your eyes, the silent hope…it was an elixir he could never get enough of. You were so eager, so pliant, so demure. He wanted to ruin you.

All because of the sick love you had for him.

Who could love someone like him? He was disgusted. With you or himself he didn't know. He wanted you to fight back. He wanted you to hit him. He wanted you to yell at him. To do something other than cry in the bathroom and into your pillow. He wanted you to call him out, to get up and leave. Call it quits. But he knew very well that he wouldn't let you leave. He's too selfish for that. It's too much fun. You're too much fun. It's sick and it's abnormal, but he doesn't care.

So he continues to play with his toy, breaking it each time to see how much it can take before it falls apart. It's a sick game, but he enjoys it. Seeing you helpless, hearing you beg, being a good girl while he pushes your body into positions he knows you can't handle. Watching fear stirring in your eyes. Fear and that sick love.

Maybe something was wrong with you too. Maybe you were as messed up as he was.

You stared at your laptop absentmindedly. You were trying to work on a freelance project. But you couldn't focus at all. You felt miserable. You felt depressed, drained. Gojo was on a business trip, he didn't specify when he'd be back, he never did. You shut your laptop and walked to your fridge. There was nothing interesting there. With a heavy sigh you ran your hands through your hair. You had the urge to get drunk. Very drunk and wasted. You wanted to forget about Gojo, even for a night. With this energy you showered and got ready. You wore a racy dress that drew attention to your figure. You were proud of your body, Gojo seemed to worship it anyway. It felt like your greatest weapon. Natural makeup and dainty heels. You drove to a fancy but really good club.

The loud music was overpowering. Not really in the mood to dance, you headed over to the bar to get a drink. You thought the bartender looked really familiar. Long dark hair, ear hoops, a devilishly handsome face.

He called you name, as if confused or unsure if it truly was you.

You almost squinted. But then it but you. He was Geto Suguru, and you knew him from your uni days. Your face broke into a bright smile.

"Suguru!" You screamed above the music. "Gods, I've missed you!"

Suguru smiled coyly. "It's certainly been a while, my dear. Although I have to point out you're not one for places like this."

You rolled your eyes playfully. "I want to get drunk! Can you do that for me?" You didn't stop to think how you'd have to drive home. You weren't thinking at all.

He raised his brows questionably but didn't ask "Of course." He poured you a drink and you drowned it in three gulps.

You tried to make small talk. It had been a long time since you had last seen each other. And in that time he hadn't changed that much. He was still handsome as ever, and still chose to wear all black. Not that you were complaining, it always looked good on him. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, or maybe it was the club atmosphere but you clenched your thighs the longer Suguru talked. You watched his lips move, utterly mesmerized.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" You suddenly blurted. He looked taken aback then laughed.

"No, I don't. Is anything the matter?"

You sighed. "Just some stress."

He gave you a glass of water. You scowled at him darkly. He flashed a charming smile. "Boy problem?"

You rolled your eyes. But you didn't touch the water. You didn't come her to drink water. "Duh.."

"Little wonder you're here. Do you want to talk or…" He didn't finish his sentence but you got the drift.

At first you wanted to decline. But then you recalled the countless times you'd seen Gojo with women. The countless lipstick stains, he always complained about lipstick stains, made you wear lip tints, but still managed to get some. It's not even like you were dating. If he wasn't exclusive to you what made him think you should be to him?

"You won't feel bad?" You asked Suguru.

"Nope." He replied with a wink. "I'd be happy to help out an old friend."

You knew you were making a bad mistake. You had the nagging fear that Gojo would know. But those fears were put in the back of your mind. For one night, for one fucking night, you didn't want to think about him. No. Not as Suguru's lips were on yours. Not as he locked the door to the toilet stall you found yourself in. Not as his hands explored your body at a relaxed pace. Not while he looked at you like you were the most exquisite woman to walk the earth.

"You're beautiful," He whispered in your ear, his hot breath making you shiver. He undid the zipper of the your dress, careful not to rip it. He kissed your bare skin. There was something about how he explored your body. He seemed relaxed, like he had all the time in the world. He was very vocal, praising and worshipping your body. Gojo hardly spoke to you during sex, unless he was trying to drive a point home and he did so using such derogatory words that you couldn't believe came from his beautiful mouth. You frowned when you found your thoughts drifting to him. You didn't want to think about him at all.

Suguru's skillful fingers finding your slick core drew you from your thoughts. A loud moan left your mouth as he pumped his fingers slowly while rubbing your clit with his thumb. He was being so gentle as though you'd break if he applied force, which you probably would. Backing you up against the wall, one hand in your folds, the other peeling your gown off your body. You felt him pause and opened your eyes. He was staring at the bruises and marks that littered your skin, his expression unreadable.

"Hey…"

You bit your lip. "Suguru please," You held onto him tightly. "Please just fuck me." Your face was bright red. But you meant every word you said. He leaned in and kissed your lips softly while resuming the motion of his fingers inside you. It wasn't long before you came hard, twitching and biting your lip so hard it bled.

"I don't think we should do this."

You were still calming down from your high. You stared at Suguru, his gaze moved to your bare body, but there was nothing sexual about it. He was angry. You suddenly wanted to cry. You immediately detached yourself from him and hastily fixed your clothes.

"M-maybe you're right." You said with a half chuckle. What were you thinking? If Gojo learns of this there was no telling what he would do. "I'm sorry…I…"

Suguru pulled you into a hug. "I understand. And as much as I want to know the bastard that did this to you, I can tell you're scared about something."

You returned the hug, your body trembling. "Thank you." He gave you his card.

"Call me if you need help. And I mean it."

You nodded. Without any more words you left. You headed straight outside. Tears stung your eyes. Hurt and scared tears. Gojo will be so mad, that was all you thought about. You couldn't find your car. Utterly confused, you stared at the empty spot you had parked it. Your heart began to sink.

"Yo!"

You knew that voice too well. You didn't recognize the car that pulled up in front of you but you recognized the driver.

"Satoru…"

You could feel his eyes sweep over your appearance even through his dark shades. You felt it on your face, his eyes taking in your teary eyes and revealing clothes. His jaw clenched. From what you could see he was wearing a suit. He'd probably just gotten back. He got out of the car and held open the door for you.

"I've arranged for your car to be sent home. Let's go, you'll catch a cold dressed like that." He said. His voice was calm. Too calm. You obeyed. He got into the car and started driving.

"How was your trip?" You asked, trying to lighten the tense atmosphere.

"It was cancelled." He replied simply and said nothing else.

"I'm… I'm sorry. I..I didn't mean to I just needed to get some stress off my chest and I…."

"You're sorry for what?" He cut you off, glancing at you briefly.

You hung your head. A tear breached your lashes. Your shoulders trembled. "I…I was with a man."

There was no sound in the car. It had become deadly quiet. Then a very low 'oh' From Gojo. You knew you'd fucked up.

He drove to his place. He hadn't said a word to you. You mind was whirling with the possibilities of what he could do to you. He ushered you into the white penthouse and locked the door behind him. He took off his jacket and tie. Without glancing at you he walked over to his bar and poured himself a drink.

"Satoru I…"

"Why are you so selfish?" He asked. He hadn't shouted but his tone made you flinch. His eyes were on the drink in his hand, or so you guessed. "what haven't I done for you? Am I not enough for you?"

You bit your lip. "It's not that."

"Humour me." He sat on one of the couches, stretching his long legs in front of him. You felt his gaze move to you. You remained where you stood, trying not to feel small.

"I," You struggled for words. You searched for his eyes through his dark shades but couldn't find them. "I want to be loved. I want to feel wanted for who I am and not just my body.."

"And you thought a fucking one night stand would give you that?" He scoffed. "You're more dumb than I thought." You can't really say his words hurt you, your heart ached enough already.

"You're the one being selfish here!" You suddenly screamed. "You want me all to yourself but you wouldn't even date me! You're free to do as you please, sleep with as many women as you want but I'm not! How am I selfish?!"

"Is that what this about?" He sighed in a bored manner. He took off his sunglasses, bright blue eyes now dark and muddled with something you couldn't name. "I told you at the start of this, didn't I? I told you that I cannot give you romance. Did I not give you a chance to walk away?"

Tears filled your eyes. This was beyond cruel. "That's…"

"But you didn't, you chose to stay. And now you're acting out. You're overreacting dear. Look at what you've done to yourself."

His words cut like a knife. You could feel yourself trembling under his gaze. "Satoru…."

"I have been good to you. But that's not good enough is it? You want some sappy dude to lie to you." He chuckled to himself. "Love? Love is a curse, y/n. It's something people came up with to hide what they actually want. Did I ever hide what I wanted? Did I ever lie to you? Why do you have to be so selfish?"

"Please….Satoru….stop.. "

His eyes flashed. A sadistic smile formed on his face. "You're so fucking ungrateful. You know that right?"

This was not fair. He was turning the tables on you. You hadn't done anything! It was he who was wrong! Why wouldn't he just listen to you?!

"That's not true!" You cried. "Just stop! Stop it! Please…"

He didn't. If anything your tears spurred him on. Ah, you should've known. He loved seeing you suffer.

"I get it now. You thought you could change me. Damn, you're really that dumb?" He scoffed while staring at you like you were a stupid child. His eyes were filled with disgust and anger and hatred it made you feel sick. "I thought you were a smart girl."

You wiped your eyes. Something inside you hardened. "I'm leaving. It's over." You turned to leave, your hands pulled into tight fists.

He rose to his feet in an instant and grabbed your arms, spinning your body to face him. "No. You're not going anywhere. Is that clear? You had you cahbce to leave, you didn't take it."

"I hate you!" You screamed at him. You were sure new bruises would decorate your arm with how hard he was holding, and how his grip tightened each time you struggled. "Let me go!"

He grabbed you by the hair and pulled you to the couch. He flung you carelessly but before you could escape he grabbed the back of your neck and pushed your face into the couch. You felt a sharp pain radiate from your nose to your head.

"Maybe if I fuck you senseless you won't have enough brains to think of looking at another man." You heard him say behind you, his tone full of vitriol.

You tried to scream, to beg for mercy but your face in the couch muffled your voice. You couldn't breathe. His grip on your neck was hard. Your nose was probably bleeding by now with the force he slammed your face into the couch with. Your head was pounding so badly. And the tears didn't stop. He pushed your gown up so it bunched at your hips. In a smooth motion he tore your underwear off, the straps digging into your skin and making you whine with pain.

Gojo chuckled, spreading your lips his middle finger swiping your slit. "You're already wet. I guess I don't need to prep you then."

You began trashing violently, trying to scream, to beg him to prep you first. He responded to your struggle by slapping your ass so hard all breath was knocked out of your lungs.

"Behave." His voice was dark.

You sobbed into the expensive leather couch. Your ass throbbed where he had hit you. It hurt so bad. He raised your head, forcing your body into a painful arch. You tried to get as much air into your lungs, trying to ignore the warm blood that trickled down your nose.

"Satoru please…." you cried, hating how miserable you sounded. "Please I'm sorry! Don't do this .. please…. I'll be… I'll be good I swear!"

You barely heard him undoing his belt by how much noise you made sobbing. He filled you up without any prior warning. He was huge and you were unprepared. Even though you were wet it took a lot of preparation to take his size. A scream ripped through your throat. You tried to form a coherent sentence but all you could form were gabbled words. Still you tried. You screamed for him to take it out, to be gentle. He either didn't understand you or just ignored you. He began thrusting into you at a bruising pace. Each time he hit your cervix it felt uncomfortable. You tried your best to imagine yourself somewhere else. Somewhere happy. But each harsh snap of his hips brought you back to your cruel reality.

"You feel good you know?" He grabbed your hair and raised your head whispering in your ear. "My own personal cock sleeve. So fucking perfect."

"Please!" You cried. "Please stop! It hurts! Please!"

He shushed you. "You deserve it. Take it like the fucking slut you are." He let your head drop, his hand moving to your hips, holding you perfectly in place as he bruised your insides. His other hand moved to your neck and squeezed, cutting off your air flow. Black dots were appearing on your vision. You desperately wished he'd just let you pass out. But he didn't. He lets up when you're about to faint, leaving you gasping and choking.

It hurt.

Your insides burned with the stretch he forced upon you. Your head pounded. Your throat was dry and painful from how much you'd screamed. It hurt. It hurt so much. You weeped into the couch, your skin starting to feel hot. You didn't want to feel good from this but that was near impossible. Gojo knew your body too well. And he was hitting the right spot inside you that made you see stars.

He would rub your pearl at a pace that contradicted that of his hips, so slow and gentle it was difficult to not feel good. At a point you couldn't tell if your cries were cries of pain or pleasure. Even when it became clear to him that you'd climaxed, he didn't stop. He continued to play your body like an instrument, lengthening the pleasure and setting your nerves on fire. When it began to feel really good he would grip your neck painfully hard. His nails would dig harder into your skin, he would hit you. The pain would make you cry even more but still you'd tighten around him.

"I knew something was wrong with you" he said, his body folded above yours, soft lips close to your ear. "You like this, don't you?"

"N…no…I…"

"Stop lying." It was so unfair how level his voice remained even though he was slamming you down on him. "I can feel how hard you're clenching around me. You're one crazy slut, you know that right? You're really sick in the head if you enjoy it this much. You're practically dripping right now."

He'd drive his point home by hitting your ass so hard your body lunged forward. Pitiful cries fell from your lips, fresh tears joining the dried ones on your cheeks.

"I knew it. You're just as fucked up. Tell me, did you think he could fuck you like this? Answer me!" He gripped your chin and turned your head so you met his gaze. You could barely recognize him with how crazed he looked.

"PL…please…" You didn't even know what you were begging for. Tears clouded your eyes.

He drove his hips harder into yours. You cried out, trying to crawl away from him and give your battered body a break. He let up his grip, giving you false hope that he was done with you, only to pull you back to meet his brutal thrusts.

"That's right. No one can make you feel this good." He leaned into your neck and bit the soft skin above your pulse, leaving a very visible mark. You whined with discomfort, your body going limp. "So now, be a good girl and take it."

By the time Gojo was done with you you were in an hyper stimulated state. You'd lost count of how many times he'd made you climax, how long you had to ignore the pain. The room around you barely even existed anymore. Everywhere hurt. Bite marks, bruises, hand prints, cuts where his fingernails dug into your skin littered your body. Your entire body trembled. Your throat felt hoarse with how much you had screamed. And your core felt like it was on fire. You didn't even have tears left anymore. You just wanted it to be over. In your muddled state of mind you wished he'd snapped your neck by mistake when he gripped too hard.

Gojo stared at your naked body, sweat covering your skin in a translucent second skin, his marks littering your body with bruises and he felt a sense of pride. Something about seeing you looking so small and broken made him want to protect you forever. To shield you from the outside world. Even covered in his marks and fluids, you looked demure. You were so beautiful, even though he didn't tell you that.

He ran a shower and gently washed your body. Everywhere hurt but somehow his hands soothed your skin. He prepared a soothing bath, scooped you up and placed you in the bathtub. He joined you, holding you as physically close as possible. He kissed your hair and told you how much he cared for you. And how this was all your fault. And he told you how you'll spend the rest of your days with him, how he'd arranged for your things to be moved in. That way you'd never leave. Ever. And no man would ever get to touch you again.

You barely even heard him, your ears still ringing from the amount of times you'd screamed and nearly had your brain fried with pleasure.

He turned your head and kissed the side of your mouth. His gaze was soft, almost loving. "My perfect doll," He said. "Made for me, all for me."

Turns out you still had a tear left in you. It fell from your eye, he flicked it away.

"Don't worry, you'll be safe with me."

You didn't have even the energy to move your arms. Yet you smiled at him, a tired smile. He kissed your temple.

"I love you." He whispered against your skin. He meant it. After all, you were covered in evidence of his love.

And you believed him.

#gojo satoru #jjk smut #one shot smut #angst #drabble #hurt/comfort #gojo is a menace #i wrote this so fast #unrequited affection #heartache #I need to bleach my eyes

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Hello!! :D

Just popping in to say ILYSM (in that strange, mutuals on the internet sorta way) and that you have lots of fans who love your Halsin-posting. Your post notifications always brighten my day. ❤️

Idk why in the world you’ve got people investing their finite existence on this good Earth giving you grief. Some of your stuff might not be everyone’s cup of tea (pleasing everyone is an impossibility, after all), but it doesn’t even come close to the kinds of things my favourite hardcore/“problematic” (<= self-described, including the quotations, lmao!) Halsin/bg3 writers and artists post. And I don’t see anyone clutching their pearls in their comment sections.

Like, when I click on the profile of one of my favourite writers (which includes you! 🥰 But not this example, I love all your stuff!) and see that they’ve posted a story with a description like: “hardcore kinky stuff that you’re not into, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat”, I simply keep scrolling and maybe pick one of the hundreds to thousands of other bg3 stories I could choose from. But maybe that’s just me. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(Ao3 has tag filtering, you guys, it’s amazing. Remember the fucking Dark Ages when Ao3 didn’t have that at all? How tf did we ever live like that? That’s the kind of shit you say Thanks for at family Thanksgiving. And don’t tell you guys haven’t figured out at least one of the dozens of ways to filter stuff out on godsdamn Tumblr of all places; we’ve been tweaking the etiquette of that for years!)

How utterly irrational it is for these people to look at such an openly Queer and Kinky video game — the likes of which I’ve never seen in the mainstream before (He-llo strategically advantageous BDSM scene! 🤤) — and decide that they’re going to go around policing how people iterate upon those pre-established themes. How did this fandom attract puritans of all people? [Insert “The Myth of ‘Consensual’ Sex” meme here.]

Any-hoosies, all this to say that your haters are a weird, vocal minority that are letting you live rent free in their heads, instead of doing something meaningful or joyful with their pathetic, puritanical existences. There are way more people who love the kind of meta and fics that you post.

Have a good day!! XOXO 🥰😘💋💖💛🫶🤙

Hello! Thank you so much- that means a lot to me. It's weird to think of myself having "fans" lol! Like you're not the first person to use that word but it's just. Such a weird (in a good way) concept for me???? Like!?!?!? But I'm so glad to hear you love my posts <3

Yeah, pleasing everyone is impossible, and it's weird that of all things, my extremely mild CNC kink fic has become the antis' boogeyman. Fam there is literal necrophilia kink in this fandom! (Not saying they deserve to be harassed either, of course, no one should be!) But the fic that has become the pinnacle of what's problematic in this fandom is a survivor writing about a fictional survivor using kink to reclaim their sexuality? Like. OK Jan

See, but that's the difference, you're a grown adult who takes responsibility for curating your experience, whereas others.... either don't, or they don't read it but act like the fic EXISTING is a problem. I guess some people are in for a rude awakening when they discover who the Marquis de Sade is......

God, remember BEFORE AO3? Remember FFN when half the time, the PAIRING wasn't even properly tagged bc you could only tag two characters at all, so people would by default just tag the most popular characters to appear in the story? And instead of tags, you had genres, so you had to decide if you wanted romance/hurt/comfort or friendship/tragedy or what? (I'm a certified Fandom Old- on my old account I was in the first 10,000 users on AO3).

Yeah, people really are missing the point of this game- and it's no coincidence most of these folks are younger. (And a lot are exclus too; I've seen them get angry at the BG3 characters being canonically pan, saying that "pansexuality is a made-up Tumblr sexuality). So... totally blind to the interwoven history of queerness and kink. Not surprising.

Thank you so much for this kind message, anon, you cheered me up a lot. <3 I hope you have a great day!

#discourse

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fractiflos · 6 months

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Here's some ideas for Heroes Week!

And here's the link to the idea list I did. You can also use these any future fics (or drawings).

Hikage leads his fellow vestiges (except they're alive here) on a weekend camping trip. We can only imagine the chaos

In honor of Third's name reveal he has to be the victim of some AU where the original work stars a guy named Bruce. Or put into the outfit of a guy named Bruce.

All For One gets turned into a rabbit and Yoichi finds him, thinks he's an ordinary rabbit, and takes him home to where he lives with Second. He then suffers having to watch his brother live a happy romantic life with coral head. Naturally, he tries to communicate who he really is to Yoichi, who remains oblivious. Unfortunately, Second picks it up instead. Shenanigans ensue.

The same AFO hates his brother's boyfriend(s) stuff, blah blah blah, except... AFO isn't Yoichi's brother.

It's En's birthday and nobody has any idea what to get him. They all scramble to get a good gift and learn a lot about him on the way.

AFO is the owner of Cat Yoichi. He's one of those super annoying rich cat owners who brags about their purebred cat and how he only gives him *Expensive food brand that's actually really good which makes him even more annoying* and stuff like that. Cat Yoichi is very much an indoors cat, but only because AFO wants him to be. If he had his way, he'd be outside exploring all day. Meanwhile, Second and Third are alley cats starving for food. They see Yoichi living a good life and scheme to try and get in.

Some sort of farming game AU. I say Animal Crossing, but that's only because it's the only farming game I have played. Hikage enjoys his peaceful life maintaining his vegetable garden, only for a ridiculously loud neighbor (Banjo) to choose to put his house right next to his. And for added fun, Toshinori is the mayor of One for All Isle

Nana competes in a cooking competition.

You know all those jokes about men figuring out they're going to have a kid because they start making dad jokes and stuff? Okay, now imagine that All Might starts doing that after he meets Midoriya... And AFO notices the sudden dad behavior.

AFO messes up while cutting his brother's hair and Yoichi has too try and hide it.

Genderbend! I put this on the last one, but I haven't seen a lot of genderbent 4-7 so I'm putting it here too.

According to the wiki, Banjo shaved his head. What circumstances would lead up to that?

It's almost Christmas which means it's time for the MISTLETOE TRAP TROPE!

Yoichi sees what a great match Inko would be for the Eighth and ropes everyone else into helping them get together. To make up for her being unfortunate enough to marry his brother.

Something for the Vault Breakers ship! Yoichi is losing his mind trying to get the two together, because no matter what, they seem to think any romance-like actions come from friendship. "You two SHOWER together?" "Well yeah, we're saving money." "You KISS each other?!" "Of course, we do, we're best friends."

Referring back to a certain birthday post I once made, Hikage is a librarian in a small village who fights back when an evil CEO tries to destroy the forest the village is built on.

Users 1-8 are turned into animals (you pick which) and Izuku is forced to take care of them.

There has to be a classic trope in here: Yoichi is struggling to make ends meet as he tries to achieve his dream of becoming a manga writer. There's no way he's going to his brother, but he needs money and fast. He decides to get a second job at the coffee shop next door to his apartment, and ends up serving some very interesting people. Including a mysterious (and handsome) spiky-haired man.

To refer to a meme I once made, En, Banjo, and Hikage babysit little Izuku.

Villain Second and Third.

I forgot to put this on the last one, but please tag me if you do use any of these. I want to see it!

#yoichi shigaraki #second one for all holder #third one for all holder #hikage shinomori #daigoro banjo #en mha #nana shimura #yagi toshinori #midoriya izuku

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onyourhyuck · 1 year

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RED STRING THEORY. | L.HC | Part 1.

↳ summary: Kim Micha is an art coms film student, assigned to screen write a short film about love. One problem though. She has never dated anyone. With little knowledge about love itself, she goes to her childhood best friend Lee Donghyuck, for help. Lee Donghyuck is a theatre student and is a well known player around the campus. What happens when the boundary between friends and lovers becomes blurry?

↳ The warnings: SERIES. workplace strict fake relationship type dynamic going on. Fake dating. Micha is inexperienced about dating and love in general. University theme. Donghyuck is a bit of a player but he means well…ish. Mark and Ningning are friend mutuals. Crack. Fluff. Angst. Romance. Slight spicy smut when more parts are released. Strict parents mention. Grades mention. teacher!Baekhyun mention.

↳ PART 2 LINK.

↳ notes: HAPPY NEW YEAR. I start the year with a new series <3 Follow me and reblog this fic if you want to get updates for more parts!

↳ tags: @sundamariis @kkakkdugi @lostmembrane @sayitditto @loveazri @yesohhsehun @glamourizz @neobic

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Love.

What does love mean to you? How would you describe your ideal love? Love perhaps could mean so many different things to other people, many look at love and think of their family; their parents, siblings, grandparents and so on. Many think blood isn’t thicker than water than how many say it was, and value more of their friendships viewing them to be love. The traditional way of thinking about love would be romantically, but even so, romantically has many options to chose from. So many foreign options to the film maker, Micha, assigned to screen write a short film about romance for this subject term.

The young student has no knowledge about love and whatsoever ever, it leaves her feeling damp. Like the grass after it was heavy raining, with lifeless heavy body and left to be soaking in to the mournful sorrows of how she is going to fail this assignment. She sighs in to her palms, next to her sitting would be a young girl with red hair and a boy next to the girl with magnetic electric blue hair and a rockstar kinda vibe to him.

Mark raised his eyebrow as he twirls in his seat, wearing the very much rocker clothing style he has going on. He can’t help but wonder what’s with her? “What’s wrong with you?”

Ningning shrugs turning to Micha, who lifts her head only to look down and bang it on the surface of the table she’s sitting in front of.

“Mr Byun happened.” She squeals, anticipating the large F- on her report. That way she will definitely have to repeat this grade next year. She doesn’t want to do that though, she came a long way to where she is now.

The boy lets out a soft ‘ohhh’ before shifting to the depressed and detained girl sighing as if it’s the world ending. He pats her back comfortingly, but it did anything but comfort to her future grade failures. Then, an opportunity risen, or so Micha caught on when the rushing boy coming into the cafeteria with a beaming smile and an upbeat musician vibe to him. The way his brunette curls flock in the air as he sits down in front of the three friends, he flashed a wink to Mark and Ningning before turning his full attention to the girl lifting her face up with a deadpan expression.

Donghyuck let’s out a whistle. “Sup crew was’ good.” He says with a flashy smile before Mark and Ningning shrug, motioning their hands to my way. The confused theatre boy looks about, clearly baffled until he met his best friend’s fed up expression that screams ‘Help me I wanna die’, Look. He knows that look all to well, something must’ve happened in her class with Mr Byun Baekhyun.

“What’s got your knickers dry, best friend?” Donghyuck jokingly throws.

Micha raised her eyebrows at her best friend. “Do you have anything better to do than make inappropriate comments about my panties?” He grins. “Nope when you look like you want to absolutely bury yourself six feet under in a coffin whilst you’re alive.”

I mean, he wasn’t wrong at all. If anything he was more than accurate. It amazes Micha how well he can take out words from her mouth that she couldn’t dare to speak out loud. Ningning and Mark soon left the area heading to grab something to eat, Micha did not go as she felt her appetite dimmer by the amounts of stress she is going through. Then an idea struck her when Donghyuck scrolls through his phone. A girl was eyeing him up and down from afar with a loose smirk plastering on her face, she was watching the boy as if he were her dinner. Micha leans closer whispering to her friend. “Yah, she’s watching you like she’s going to inhale you.” Donghyucks turns to the right way eyeing the girl back, he turns to Micha whispering. “I know. That’s my fling from last night.”

“You’re…experienced in dating right?” Micha comes forward leaning causing him abruptly lean back. The girl was standing up now leaning all over the cafeteria table, coming closer and closer to end the gap between her friend. He looks at her, blinking a few times by the sudden change of demure from Micha; she was now assertive and determined. But determined for what?? Donghyucks let’s out a ‘Huh?’ Before Micha continues to speak above him.

Micha huffs out. “I- I mean, you have your experience with women right? In love? Don’t you?”

“Yes, why? What’s going on with you.” Donghyuck blurts out, he can’t help but wonder if Mr Baekhyun has already gotten to Micha and made her crazy, after so many years of suffering in the Art Comms Filming department major.

“Help me out here will you? I need to screenwrite a short length film about love.” Micha whines coming next to Donghyuck now invading his space by holding his arm and wrapping it around. She was pressing on him so intensely he felt his cheeks turn a little different colour from the bronze tan. He looks around, people were watching them. Giving them judgement stares, as well as whispering and chattering about how close they were suddenly. It was no surprise that Donghyuck played tactics and non committing relationship issues plays a big part here to it. People always wondered if she’s dating him, or if he was dating her, and when you both claim no; people couldn’t believe it. As if Heterosexual friendships weren’t a normal thing to see.

He eventually gives in to her whining, he sighs out nodding a few times. “Okay okay, I’ll help out but I am in charge okay? You’re going to follow the three conditions I have for you.”

Micha let’s go off the arm wrapped and nods, she listens in carefully awaiting Donghyuck to announce. The boy leans closer whispering to your ears. “Everything we will do will be for your project, there won’t be any likeliness to it or enjoyment to it.”

“Okay…” Micha trails.

He cuts off. “- And it will be a very physical deal, Micha, have you ever gone on dates or I dunno… went to the movies with a guy you liked?”

The silence from the girl was a loud enough answer, at some point Donghyucks swore he could’ve heard crickets to the awkward silence. The girl looks down slightly embarrassed and shy. Movies? It wasn’t that simple for Micha, she was shy and not only shy she has strict parents. High school and dating? Not a good combination there. The Strict parents have always told her to finish education first and then date. Or at least leave the house and then do whatever you want, because they couldn’t care less to stop her when she was outta the house. Micha moved out but, University happened and dating whilst you’re a UNI student? God forbid. No one would survive it, that is also why Donghyuck is such a player. No one is looking for a relationship with him because he’s a goddamn theatre student. They’re busy 24/7 all year round with no breaks in between.

Hence why most girls and guys end with situationship and therefore that wasn’t the ideal situation for someone who has never dated ever, in their life. So Micha wasn’t very in tune with her life and dating life together. It weren’t aligning.

Donghyuck couldn’t help but chuckle a little, at her innocence rather. “Seriously no dates?” He asks again. Micha looks up glaring, she slaps his arm on the side. “Dude stop rubbing it in!”

“I can’t help it when you’re literally if Virgin Mary was alive to this day.” The boy exclaims in whispers hushing her voice down.

Micha look away rolling eyes at the littlest jokes he does to make fun of your situation, though she knows he means it well. Donghyuck softly smirks looking her up and down suddenly. “The third condition we have pet names. Couples have pet names for each other, has anyone have you one?”

“I haven’t touched a man yet along a women, so what do you think?” Micha blurts out in disbelief.

“I’ll take that as a no.” He leans closer grabbing a hold of her hand. “Well then do you agree, Micha, to this workplace fake relationship?”

The girl glances eye to eye with Donghyuck before nodding with a firm grasp hold she shakes his hand. “I don’t have much choice. You’re my only hope, Donghyuck.”

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lady-of-the-spirit · 27 days

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Answer the questions and tag five fanfiction authors you know!

tagged by the lovely @goldheartedchaoticdisaster

How did you get into writing fanfiction?

when I was a little kid I was daydreaming/writing little stories for the things I liked back then. Then I started reading the Harry Potter series and somehow? ended up finding out about fanfiction through that. I don't know how that happened, but either way, I was like !!! THIS IS A THING OTHER PEOPLE DO??? and it went on from there.

2. How many fandoms have you written in?

Only counting published fics rn because I can't go through my drafts to give an accurate answer. 25.

3. How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

If we're only going by PUBLISHED fics, 12 years. Otherwise, the answer is either 17 or 13 years.

4. Do you read or write more fanfiction?

Definitely read more. It's easier to read than to write.

5. What is one way you've improved as a writer?

I think I've gotten better with dialogue! no two people talk exactly the same and I've started really liking how to get into their speech patterns. and that impacts how their inner dialogue works too.

6. What's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

hm. I don't think it's weird exactly but I got very thorough in my research in Romanian history for writing Joan. I also did reading on grief and losing children which is not exactly a normal topic for a single childless person to be reading about.

7. What's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

definitely any "I reread this so many times" type of comment! like!!! they liked it enough to come back!!!

8. What's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

I mean I write/am going to write fics about hallmark movies and tv series so.

9. What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

Probably romance. Like explicit romance anyway - I can definitely handle flirting, or writing friendships in a way that can make people go "are they just friends???" But then we get to actual romance and it's suddenly much harder even though there doesn't have to be any difference?? idk

10. What is the easiest type?

hurt/comfort, definitely. or fluff. either of those are so easy.

11. Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

I use google drive mostly, plus the occasional notes app fic, and I used word doc when I still had my school account. Tempted to subscibe just because I'm annoyed at it. I published all of my fics on ao3. I also write a few there as well, much to everyone's horror.

I was a fanfiction.net girl in the beginning! I still update Ethereal on there but overall have let it go, though I still have a Avatar fic there I want to keep working on... despite clearly not making any progress on that since finishing the first in a trilogy several years ago now. I also have Ethereal on wattpad as well and I'd say that's the fics "main" platform despite being on both ao3 and ffn.

12. What is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

very long, intense/dramatic fics. I'm a oneshot girl. I struggle with longer fics. and when those longer fics are intense I get nervous.

13. What made you choose your username?

the year was 2012, I finally decided to make a fanfiction.net account, and knew nothing except I wanted my username to be Lady of Something. but most of the cooler things I thought of were taken, until I landed on Spirit and that simply stuck.

tagging @dani-luminae @strangelock221b @sighonaraa @vinatintasupernovita @altschmerzes @flowerflamestars @apinchofm and anyone who sees this and wants to try!!!!

#tag game

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daboyau · 2 months

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20 Questions For Fic Writers

Thanks so much for the tag @dandywonderous! I was very happy when I saw it. :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

28 currently! I have more on ff.net but never transferred them over since I wrote them when I was younger and don’t like them enough to do so.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

506,651

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently I’m mostly writing for ROTTMNT, and have a long time fic for BNHA I’m stuck on the last chapter for. In the past I’ve written for Natsume Yuujinchou, Tokyo Ghoul, Naruto, Animorphs, Teen Wolf, Killing Stalking, and…I think that’s it on ao3?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. The Good In Me, 2. Dangerous Games, 3. Friendship Benefits, 4. Classroom Etiquette, 5. Approximation (the natsume fandom is really dominating there lol)

5. Do you respond to comments?

I know when I comment on something it feels nice to get a response, so I try to respond when I have the bandwidth for it. I’d say I do maybe 80% of the time?

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I have to be honest, I have a chronic case of not finishing my fics. So I’m going to just say that the one with the angstiest planned ending is probably going to be And the Loyal Remains. Angst in general would be Sticks and Stones, mostly because that was the fic I was writing when I was having a lot of emotions while living on my own for the first time and I was beating up my characters over it.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably any of my Natsume fics! They’re shorter so they’re actually finished, and Natsume is one of the few characters I want to wrap in a blanket with very little angst involved, so even if the story is a little sad I try to give them sweeter endings.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not recently! When I was younger and posting on ff.net I used to get some hate, but I haven’t really seen anything like that coming from ao3.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not really. I’m not against smut of any kind, but I’m not big on writing romance or relationships, and tbh I’d feel too shy to post any smut even if I did write some lol.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I love crossovers, but I write very few of them. My very first fanfiction I ever wrote and posted when I was…13 I think, was a Cirque Du Freak/Harry Potter crossover over on ff.net. That one might be the craziest one, simply because I was straight up plagiarizing whole paragraphs straight from the HP books and the fic actually got kind of popular?? It was definitely an odd first try at dipping my toes into fanfic writing, and probably skewed my expectations for my future fics lol.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

The only one I’m aware of having been stolen was my BNHA fic, which someone had taken and had a robot reading on their monetized youtube channel. I didn’t like that at all.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Dangerous Games was translated by GlaireG, and I’ve had some people ask if they can translate other works without that ever going anywhere. That said, if anyone ever wants to translate any of my works they’re more than welcome to! All I ask is that credit be given and linked back to the original.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not! Co-writing sounds simultaneously very fun and very stressful, since I’m a slow writer and would probably fret over holding the other person up. It’s something I might be interested in, under the right circumstances. editing to add that I am silly and didn’t think about the fact that the crossover between @boots-with-the-fur-club’s Inverted Confrontation AU and my Leave AU was co-writing lol. Love yoouuu thank you for pointing out my silly. 💚

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Hhmmmmm, I’m going to say Nezushi from No. 6! I don’t have many ships, but they have lived rent free in my head for over a decade at this point lol.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

All of them. I dream of finishing my abandoned WIPs, but I don’t really see that happening tbh.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’ve been told I’m good at world-building and characterization, which is great since those are my favorite parts of writing. :)

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I wish I was better at crafting a solid plot and following it through to the end. I have an awful habit of having ideas as I go and chasing after them instead of just sticking with one idea. Imagery is something I’m not very good at. Also, being able to write humor is something I dream of, but I’m not a very funny person so that is dead in the water.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I personally prefer to just indicate that something is being said in another language, but to each their own. I don’t love having to google what something means or when someone types something out in one language and then puts in parentheses the translation right afterwards. That said, there are some cases where it’s done very well and adds to the story, so I guess it just depends.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Darren Shan/Harry Potter. I started writing it in a notebook bc I couldn’t get the idea out of my head. Then learned about fanfiction and it was all over from there.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

This is a really hard one…. Maybe Classroom Etiquette? It was really enjoyable to write. The Good In Me also holds a special place in my heart since I’ve been working on it for so long. (though Turning a New Shade of Red aka the Rise Hunger Games AU is quickly rising through the ranks to be one of my favs)

Well, I definitely need to tag in my writing bestie @boots-with-the-fur-club. You have no choice but to play the game. also tagging @psychologicalwarclaire, @phoebepheebsphibs and @onlyhereforturtles, but feel free to ignore if you want!! Anyone else who wants to do it, pretend I tagged you, and tag me so I can see it. 💚

#Tag game #my writing #This was fun #thank you again for tagging me dandy!!!

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makethiscanon · 1 year

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SnowFall: Krel & Fem!Reader [Part 1]

'Krel wanted to stay home, but his ski trip turns out to be far more interesting than he'd ever thought it could be.'

Rating: G

Word Count: 900

Warning: none

Tags: General Fic, Plot Focused, First Meetings, Friendship, gotta squint to see any romance, Third Person, Winter, Skiing, Canon Typical Violence.

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“Ay-yi-yi,” grumbled Krel.

The grandeur of the ski resort’s lobby was lost on him when he categorically did not want to be there. “It is bad enough you drag me away from Mother. I should not have to see … that.”

He pointed at Aja and Steve accusingly. They were currently wrapped in each other’s arms over by the check-in counter, ignoring everything around them in favour of mashing their faces together. Varvatos shook his head, his booming voice at odds with his stout, geezer body.

“Varvatos promised the king and queen he would protect you both. He cannot do that if you are apart.”

Krel scoffed.

“You could have said no to this trip.”

“The queen-in-waiting assured me her ski-resort tickets were none-refundable.”

Krel waited for the rest of it. He couldn’t believe that was the reason they were here. But nothing came. He watched Varvatos turn to the check-in counter, slamming his wrinkled hand on the desk to demand the clerk do his job quicker. Then Krel’s gaze fell back to the lovebirds.

It wasn’t long before he was sure he would puke.

“Great Gaylen, this is ridiculous.”

Refusing to watch any more of the mushy spectacle, Krel turned to walk away, but fell into someone immediately. He stumbled, but she stumbled harder. She looked ready to fall over, but managed to catch her footing and only lost her chunky headphones instead. They clattered to the parquet flooring with a heavy thwu-tu-tunk.

“Sorry,” said Krel hurriedly, though he held Aja and the blonde oaf responsible. He picked up her headphones, held them out as if to hand them back, but paused when he heard the song playing out of them. “Hey! I know that music. You like Tiësto?”

He was surprised to find someone on his musical wave-length. But instead of reciprocating, the girl looked wide-eyed nervous. She nodded, but took the headphones from him then dashed off as quickly as she had come.

Krel watched her go, raising a puzzled eyebrow.

“Smooth move, buttsnack.” Said Steve, his voice dripping with its usual cockiness. Of course. The only reason he would break away from Aja’s face for a few seconds would be to interject his unwanted opinion.

“My movements are always smooth, thank you.”

After checking in, the quartet retired to their room on the tenth and highest floor. It was a room more akin to an apartment. Originally, Steve had booked a double just for him and Aja, but Varvatos had insisted on upgrading to one large room. He insisted everyone be within rescuing distance should the moment arise. It had left the clerks with very little choice but to put them in the penthouse, equipped with three bedrooms, a lounge, kitchenette, and cushy balcony hot tub. Krel’s digitally-adept fingers had made swift work of the resort’s membership cards, loading one with enough points to pay for the entire trip upfront.

“If I must be dragged away from fixing Mother, I should at least be comfortable.” He said, flopping down onto one of the large, sunken couches surrounding their personal fire-pit. Aja was over by the floor-length windows, looking out at the grand, snowy mountain peaks.

“So lively.” She cooed. She could see people on the hills, zipping down them on poles attached to their feet. “I want to try that.”

Steve came up alongside her, slipping his arm around her waist.

“That’s why we’re here, babe. We’re going skiing tomorrow.”

“Glorious!” Bellowed Varvatos, his hulking Akiridion body pressing up against the glass next to them. “We shall battle these who-mans on their powdered-water terrain. Varvatos imagines he is even more terrifying speeding towards his enemies on pointed sticks.”

The others laughed, hardly willing to tell him that skiing was not a contact sport.

The next morning, two of the Akiridions eagerly transducted into their human guises, while the third had to be bullied into it by his sister.

“I upgraded your serrators so you could go out whenever, and this is the thanks I get?” Complained Krel, shifting into his human form after Aja’s endless pestering. “Go without me! I have no desire to be cold or wet on some hill.”

“Please, little brother.” Aja begged, already wrapping up in thermal gear on the couch. “It will not be the same without you.” She paused to punctuate her point. “You need a break from duty, too.”

Krel knew she was right, in essence. But his idea of a break was something separate from the outdoor escapade she clearly wanted. But when she looked at him like that, he could hear his mama and papa telling him that all they had was each other. And with a sigh, he caved in.

“Fine. It should be no harder than riding your hoverboard.”

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PART 2: [Click here]

[WRITING MASTERLIST]

#tales of arcadia #toa #krel #tarron #x reader #friendship #imagines #x you #x yn #Christmas #Winter #Aja #varvatos #steve palchuk #skiing #snowfall #arcadia #3below #trollhunters #MTCfics

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yonpote · 2 months

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I need to know why and how you were anti-phannie from 2014-2016

alright here we go i get to talk about THIS shit now.

i was generally anti-rpf at that point, and honestly? i think it was for fair enough reasons as some people were a bit too eager about showing (general) youtubers stories they wrote about them sucking and fucking their friends. i think i was also pretty high and mighty about being a somewhat oldhead phannie tbh, like ugh do these gaming-channel-only people even know about dan being super edgy and offensive 🙄 and lowkey it was a lot of subtly misogynistic "i'm not like other girls" type shit like i was sooo much better than yall cuz i hadn't watched that video (yet.)

i was generally not into these sorts of fandoms to begin with. i wasnt on the superwhopotterlock side, i was on the homestuck/dangan ronpa/anime of the month side of tumblr, if that gives you an idea of what i was like lol. around 2014-15 i was very much in a community that is kinda similar to what you might see on twitter now, where if you had any interests in media that portrayed anything problematic, that means you are in full support of that problematic thing. if dan howell said something racist in 2010, it doesn't matter that he wasn't being racist in 2015 he's still racist and liking him makes you a racist etc. and of course, rpf is included in problematic topics. if you ship real people, even if said people say they don't mind it, you are a sick pervert and you should be in the loony bin for being so depraved. and if you write or read any fiction that has immoral acts, it means you support those acts in real life too and you are trying to normalize abuse and SA (yknow as if whitecishetpatriarchy hasnt normalized that enough) and you're a danger to children and you deserve to rot in prison (yknow as if a queer person writing stories about queer people hasnt heard that one before)

now here's the real kicker. in 2015-2017 i ran a game grumps fan blog where i did talk about shipping the grumps. "wait how were you anti-rpf if-" well have you ever heard of this thing called Lying? or perhaps even, Cognitive Dissonance? i HAD to run a separate blog for this interest, because if my friends knew i consumed slashfic about arin and danny they would stop being friends with me and think im this evil horrible monster etc. genuinely that was where my brain was at, and is a little bit the reason i decided to this day, to make my phannie accounts completely separate from my main accounts.

nowadays, none of my non-phannie friends actually give a fuck and i do occasionally talk about dnp being silly gay white boys w them! at this point i dont post about em on main just out of respect like "hey im sure you dont actually want to hear about british yaoi constantly regardless of our level of friendship so i'll keep it over here okay?"

also, yeah i grew out of thinking consuming media with deplorable acts makes me deplorable. my favorite tv show is hannibal. i know its shocking, but i dont actually support serial killer cannibals. i will say, i dont fuck with "pro/anti" language with regards to what is considered "problematic" or having that be an identity marker. i think that people are free to write fiction as they please so long as its all properly tagged for people who dont enjoy that kind of content to avoid. but i also think there can be and often are problems in the way these stories are written, and yeah if all the romance stories you read growing up involve some sort of force or danger, that CAN normalize this sort of action as inherent to romance stories/real life romance. but i think thats an issue with like, society at large, and it's not on an individual fic writer to be educating teens who read their dead dove fic despite the explicit rating and tags.

TL;DR: BASICALLY. I WAS A DUMBASS KNOW-IT-ALL BUT DW I GOT BETTER.

#myrambles #sorry for party yapping

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You know, I really appreciate that you’re out here defending this widely hated relationship. Maybe it’s because the anime-only fans are a very vocal majority right now, but I’ve seen people who ‘watched the anime then read the manga’ *still* shit on Laios and Marcille’s friendship. Like you don’t have to ship it but if you deny that they care about each other or deny that they have chemistry, did you even read the comic?? ‘Oh they’re just siblings/siblings-in-law!’ have you ever had a sibling. have you ever had a sibling-in-law. they do not act like siblings they act like *intimate* best friends. ‘Ridiculously comfortable around each other’ best friends. They have a relationship outside of Falin, that is what develops over the entire damn story. 90 chapters. What comic were you reading where you think Marcille can barely stand him.

Thanks for the ask! Very cathartic to see this. About to go on another rant again lol (will be repeating some of my old points but yeah I need to get it out of my system)

"Defending widely hated relationship" + "anime-only fans are a very vocal majority"

Okay, let me play devil's advocate for a second here. Let's say I despise L/M as a ship and it squicks me out greatly and I think it's a boring ship of pairing the male lead and the female lead. What should I do? Obviously go into L/M posts and argue about it instead of blocking the tag and stating my stance my calmly when someone asks me like your average fan who knows how to curate their fandom experience.

Okay, more devil's advocating. I despise L/M as a ship but I have read the manga and engaged with it critically and understood its themes. Which means I like L+M as a friendship in the same way I like the themes of eating and life cycle and the friendship between the party and the worldbuilding. Because all of these are core parts of the story told. So what I do is to block all shippers and ship tag and look for platonic fics and fanart like Your Average Fan Who Curates Their Experience.

Like I'm sorry. I genuinely feel some people are so caught up in the intense fanonisation of DM that they start forgetting about canon. And I KNOW I am not the only one feeling this way because I read the notes on my posts and other people's posts and there's a lot of good thoughts on this. Plenty of people appreciate them. But to some people in the wider fandom, are we reading the same manga? Our male lead and female lead are friends who save each other. They are not together canonically. So canonically, they don't even get into the way of shipping?????? People can have important intimate friendships outside of romance??? And it's a canon well established friendship? I would say it's one of the most well developed dynamics in the series that we see? We get shown and not told? We see images and words and interpret them in our brains?

Devil's advocate level 3. Let's say mainstream fanonisation of DM is real. F/M is a canon ship and they get together and they get married in the end and L+M become sibling in laws. Maybe L/K is a thing. This still does not erase the entire journey L+M and co went on to save Falin. This still does not erase their friendship and chemistry.

"‘Oh they’re just siblings/siblings-in-law!’ have you ever had a sibling. have you ever had a sibling-in-law."

Okay. I do have a sibling. At this point I've long accepted this much be some sort of cultural difference and some weird American / Western thing I am not used to. And the hilarious thing about DM is that we do get canon siblings!!! It's the fucking premise! Falin and Laios!! And they're fun!

I'm sorry but this must be some cultural difference. Like no younger sibling is calling their older sibling by their GIVEN NAME. The sheer disrespect. I'll be scandalised. As a person with a sibling I don't understand the fandomisation of making non related people siblings in fanon? I'm calling my friends my friends, not siblings. My sibling is like a sibling to me. My friends are like friends to me. Idk. I've written the word sibling so many times that it doesn't seem like a word anymore.

Obviously these are just my personal thoughts but I feel like objectively, there has been a fandomwide trend of grabbing a canon friendship between a man and a woman and going "THEY ARE SO SIBLINGS CORE XD" (not siblings in canon) (not related) (don't even look similar) (they're friends). A lot of times this is valid and even fun but sometimes I get the feeling people sometimes push the fanon sibling thing to show they're squicky about them romantically. To which I can only say: a man and a woman can genuinely only be friends. If you need to magically make them related so you / other people won't see their friendship romantically... it feels like a step back. Why are we doing heteronormativity.

I think I'm the type of person who enjoys and mains man + woman friendships in fandoms (which are, unsurprisingly, unpopular as ships and even as friendships until I start spreading propaganda and pumping fics on Ao3), and I think one of the things that get me is. A man who could be attracted to women + a woman who could be attracted to men having great chemistry but staying friends. I want to stress this is different from a man who is not interested in women / romance + a woman who is not interested in men / romance because there is almost zero chance of a reciprocal romantic relationship going on. But for the first case, which I feel like many people dumb down to "straight people shipping", it's even more precious for them to stay friends and not give into the heternormative expectations despite one or both of them possibly (but not necessarily) being heterosexual. Like, here are two people who could date each other but they're like "nah we work better as friends, so we stay friends". To me, this is one fantastic argument for friendship. Not everything has to be romantic. Even better if they considered and thought about the logistics, but decide their relationship is more special non romantically. Having a taste of how their relationship could go and going "thanks, but no thanks". Is this not a great display of sincere and stable friendship compared to people going "lol they can't work as a ship because they simply physically cannot tolerate the thought of each other romantically". I'm rambling here but I feel like this is what I feel across various dynamics and fandoms. At this point, I think somehow non romantic relationships genuinely fascinate me more than ships. Save me QPR save me.

"They have a relationship outside of Falin"

I feel like some manga readers have missed the point so badly when it comes to this. It's hilarious. They have a relationship outside of Falin it's the whole fucking point about coming to terms with grief and death! You know, one of the core themes of this story that you finished!

And of course this doesn't erase the love they have for Falin. Falin is clearly beloved and their main motivation, but hilariously enough (for the L+M deniers), the manga shows Laios and Marcille's "true" innermost desires being granted and it's not about reviving Falin even though they both clearly want her back and it's at the forefront of their minds. Laios turns into a monster. His curse isn't about Falin not coming back (even though that was his immediate thought), it's about him not being able to interact with monsters ever again. Marcille was traumatised by what happened to Falin (nightmare chapter) but when she turns into a dungeon lord, she goes about trying to fix the lifespans, showing her fear of loneliness and all her loved ones (NOT just a single person!!!!!!!!) dying before her. You can argue they didn't revive Falin with magic lord powers because they don't trust the lion / trust their own plan of eating her, but I think the manga focuses enough on their desires for the interpretation of "the lion fulfills their innermost desires that define their existence" to work. Marcille is the one who finds Laios first after he turned back and Laios broke Marcille free from the lion's influence etc etc we know they play a part in each other's arcs. Laios says they wouldn't be on this journey if Falin hadn't been digested. Marcille says in the end she was okay with Falin not being brought back this time. Laios invites Marcille to stay with him. It's in the text.

"Boring straight ship" or whatever

This comes from what a friend said about my main duo of another fandom but it's like "why isn't [ship] more popular" "because it's easy to fall into the boring trope of pairing a man and a woman together".

And this is a thing that does happen! But not to pairings with strong canon foundation and chemistry sorry. Don't look at me, look at canon. A male/female ship with good canon support is a good ship. Why are you surprised. People like shipping characters who spend lots of time together saving each other and all that. Dare I say: sometimes (sometimes) shipping "straight people" is more respectful to their canon friendship than shoehorning them as siblings. Which I believe is true in the case of L+M.

Anyways. Well that was a nice angry rant. Sorry I had to get it out of my system. I've spend too much time writing this so I won't be doing much proofreading lol. If you've reached this point, thanks for reading <3

#ask box #answered #mine #salt #so many thoughts lol #bottom line be respectful dont go into ship tags bitching abt ships #which is why i try to avoid main tags #dungeon meshi spoilers

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