#my heart was literally pounding so much before i watched the finale because i thought when cas came back and dean told him how

[katya-goncharov]

the thing about the supernatural finale is that it was the first episode of supernatural i ever watched, and i watched it live which meant it was 3am in my timezone, and i'd only seen the destiel love confession clip before that and i didn't know what supernatural was like so i really thought that dean and cas might get together

#basically what happened after november 5th was i kept seeing people on the internet talking about it so i watched the love confession #clip and then i got COMPLETELY fixated on it and had to watch it over and over again. like at least 30 times #and at that point i had no idea who those men were (when the finale aired i still thought they were canadian) but i was invested!! #my heart was literally pounding so much before i watched the finale because i thought when cas came back and dean told him how #he felt it would be just so emotional #and also for some reason digital spy the main tv news website i go to had said the finale was going to be 2 hours long and so even after #dean died like 20 minutes in i kept thinking oh well it's okay there's still time! they'll bring him back to life and THEN they'll get cas #and - oh dean's in heaven? sam's getting older? that's weird huh. but we're still not even halfway through the episode. they'll reverse #everything and bring dean back and go and rescue cas and - and - #and then the episode. just. ended like that!!!!

[gremlingottoosilly]

I met a guy in the Summer (dilf!Konig x fem!Reader)

Your boyfriend is an asshole. Luckily, his hot dad just returned from deployment. CW and Tags: Cheating, dub-con, size kink, daddy kink, age gap(reader in 20s, Konig is early 40s), Konig is a pervert, slightly obsessive Konig, love(and lust) at first sight, fingering, dom!Konig Word count: 3713 AO3

“Just one more game, babe, don’t be a buzzkill. I don’t want to end at a loss.” You didn’t want to be a buzzkill, of course. You simply wanted to be a good girlfriend, have some domestically cozy date, and for your boyfriend to at least try to put an effort into being with you. It wasn’t much to ask for, really. You hoped so, at least. You didn’t want to be an annoying, nagging girlfriend who only ever waits for another reason to yell at him, but your patience started to run thin. 

You spend the past three hours either listening to his apathetic rambling about the shows he watched – really, you wanted to invest in stuff he liked, but an abnormally large amount of animes he talked about had 1000-year-old girls who looked like they were 10, wearing inappropriate outfits, and you started to raise the alarm. 

You also watched him play – and also listened to his rage quitting and angry voice messages to his team that, honestly, made you slightly anxious. You never liked loud people, people who were so easy to rage about something as silly as some colorful video game with too many characters to look after. 

So, like a good girlfriend would – you wanted to be a good girlfriend, he was such a nice guy before you started dating, and you need something to think about besides the tremendous amount of study work you are doing for college – you decided to go and look for snacks. Maybe bring something for him as well. 

— I’ll find something to eat, alright? 

He didn’t respond at first, so you shook his shoulder. Your boyfriend took off his headphones with annoying look on his face, half-turning to look at you. You gulped, suddenly feeling like a child in front of the principal – not a feeling that you were supposed to feel around your partner, but with him, you somehow constantly felt like you were being judged. 

— Nah, stay here. I don’t want my father to see you. 

— Ah…your father is at home? 

You never heard anyone else being at the house – big house, you must admit, and it’s embarrassing almost how you never thought about his family. He lives with his dad, apparently, and the depth of your relationships can only be judged by the fact you literally didn’t know what his father’s name was. 

— Returned from his fucking deployment. He’d ask too many questions about you. 

— You didn’t tell him about me? 

Ah, now you’re hurt a little bit. You knew it wasn’t anything serious or too committed yet, but you intended to make this work. To try and fix all the problems you can without ending things abruptly. 

— He never asked. Not like he cares too much, but…

An apathetic dad, huh. 

You started to slowly piece together the puzzle that was your boyfriend’s horrible boyfriend skills. Now, you want to meet the man who conceived him and kick him in the nuts for creating such an unlovable human being who somehow captivated your chronically lonely heart. 

— If you don’t want me to come and meet him, I can go home. 

He doesn’t answer because his queue is finally coming to another match – you simply nod, knowing everything you need to. You can grab a little snack for yourself, fuck off to your dorm and rethink your life choices while your roommate is getting pounded by some gruss British bloke with an accent that makes your ears bleed. 

You have dignity, and right now, it has asked you to get some snacks from the kitchen. 

*** Now, the only thing König wanted after returning from deployment was to take as many hot showers as he could, shut his bastard of a son up, and get some delicious food waiting for him in the freezer. He was already home for a few days, but adjusting is always hard when you basically fucking hate living at your own house. Of-fucking-course, his son was watching the house while he was away – and now he can’t even think of a good excuse to set him off to his mother. Too old to do this, and split custody never really worked when not even one part of the relationship wanted to take care of the kid. 

König closes the door of the refrigerator – of course, his son took every good thing that he stashed for himself. With a groan, the colonel fights the urge to finally throw him out of the house – a thing he needed to do a few years ago, just when he celebrated his 18th, but some sentimental part of his heart instead promised to help with finding a place close to the college. No good deed goes unpunished. 

With a groan, he takes a few steps from the fridge – and then he almost stumbles across an angel. 

Scheisse

Now, König never thought of himself as a predator who prefers running after college girls who might as well be his daughters. He never thought of himself as a gut who liked them young – his wife, god forsake her name, was his age when they started dating, and he hardly had any sexual encounters with a person under 25 in the past few years. Well, not like he had any sexual encounters in the past years, but…

The thing is – he never thought he liked girls with wide eyes, pouty faces, and trembling hands who were holding a bag of his cookies that he carefully stashed away from his son. 

You are wearing something cute, a nice skirt and an adorable pink cardigan that looks so cozy and warm and soft, and he fights the urge to grab your skirt and simply lift it, You’re dressed up for a cute coffee date, and König has to double check if he isn’t dreaming and no one has decided to play a prank on him and send him a cute callgirl. 

— Oh! Sorry. It’s yours, isn’t it? 

You give him his cookies back – but not before your fingers fished another salty caramel goodness out of the bag, and you bit it. He looks at your teeth, at your lips, and glimpses of your tongue – god, he is an old, dirty bastard because even his baggy pants aren’t enough to hide his boner. You have no right to look this pretty for a man who hasn’t seen a woman in three months and hasn’t had sex in the past few years. 

You lick the crumbs from your fingers – it’s such a deliberate action that he can’t believe he actually sees it, and it’s not even something from porn he used to like. 

— Ja. You can have it. 

He would give you the code to his bank account if you asked for it. 

— Thank you, sir. I’m…well, I assume if Paul didn’t introduce me to you…I’m his girlfriend. Nice to meet you. 

You lick your lips and take a step back, pressed against the counter. He looks at the sway of your hips, a bit of crumbs on your shirt, and almost brushes it away with his hands. It would be a good excuse to touch your chest – but he can’t be like this, he has to keep his urges under control, or else his son will never forgive him. 

Yeah, like he needs a better reason to throw his useless son from his home. 

— Girlfriend? He never spoke about you. 

You look sad, and he immediately curses under his breath. For a moment, you look too fragile – too real. He can’t handle this look on a woman, especially as pretty and young as you are. You bat your eyelashes, even involuntarily, and he already prepares to give you the keys to his home just so you’d stop with such miserable expressions. He has a spare bedroom. 

He has his bedroom with a bed that would be enough for both of you. 

— Ah. Um. We’re…I guess we’re not at this stage yet. 

— Knowing him, you’ll never be, Schatz. 

You look at him immediately – you’re offended, angry, and sad at the same time. There is a certain stubbornness in your eyes that immediately makes him want to simply scoop you in his arms, lift you, and drag you straight to the altar – and here he thought that his impulses over getting married would be over after his first divorce. 

— What do you mean by this, sir? 

You look uncertain now, he can see this in your eyes – and really, knowing his asshole of a child, he is almost sure that Paul never once got you off, either physically or emotionally. 

Now, König never once considered himself to be a good man. He has killed countless people, overthrown many governments, and made shitty jobs for shitty people way more than saving hostages to help the good guys – and in the romantic field, it’s even worse. Wife, unsatisfied with his controlling tendencies and inability to feel normal love for a human being – and a son who hates him because, in fact, he never once wanted to have a kid. 

He looks at you and sees a pretty young thing, still in college or freshly out of, probably without a stable job and normal social standing – a good girl won’t be with his son if she isn’t stupid or extremely desperate for a relationship. 

The thing is, König is also extremely desperate for another warm body next to his, to feel a woman beside him, to love and obsess over someone – he looks at your pouty lips and shaky hands, at the way you bite the corner of your glossy mouth, and he almost wants to drop you on this very table and fuck you until you’re crying under him. He can’t do just that, of course. It would probably make you extremely uncomfortable and scared, but…well, quite frankly, his son doesn’t deserve you. 

König is. 

— I won’t sugarcoat it, Schatz. My son is a Scheiß Arschloch…fucking asshole, that is. I’m surprised he brought home someone as cute as you. 

You feel embarrassment collecting in your body. Paul’s dad is a…interesting man. 

Tall, broad, very muscular – even his baggy house clothes aren’t really concealing his extremely interesting physique from your eyes. He looks yummy and tasty, and you fight the urge to eye the bulge in his pants because you’re a good girl, you don’t look at your boyfriend’s dad like this. 

König has greying ginger hair, locks already curling slightly at the lack of cutting, and you fight the urge to sit on the counter and get your palm in his scalp, massage his head gently, and pull him closer for a kiss. You feel like a dirty, horrible woman – your boyfriend is in his room, probably enjoying his time on your “date” while you’re lusting over his father. 

Then again, this date already felt like a disaster. This relationship, too. 

— Paul isn’t all that bad, sir. 

“He at least has a nice dick,” you wanted to add but stopped yourself. Paul is tall and somewhat strong – if he weren’t sitting at his computer all day, you would call him even muscular. And he has a nice dick, yes, even though he had no idea how to use it. You liked the idea of laying with him, of spraying your jaw trying to fit all of this in your mouth, but his kinks and his sex skills being directly taken from porn…not really your thing. 

You look at König and wonder if they are similar in all of the places. He is his father, after all. 

König catches your gaze locked on his bulge and smirks. 

God, if he knew his son had such a cute girl, he would ask her to come earlier. He is two weeks off deployment and probably won’t take another long contract for a few months because they just upped his retirement payings, and he can afford to slack off a little bit, only visiting the home base for some training and instructions for rookies. 

He can afford to retire and never worry about money again – but he needs someone to make his days less boring, right? 

You look like a good candidate. 

— I’m sure my son was convincing, but I know him better than anyone. He doesn’t deserve you, Schatz. 

He is shitty at flirting, it’s not his forte – he can flaunt his money, maybe, show you in his wallet and bank account face first. He can just straight up ask you to be his sugar baby and suck his cock instead of doing your studies, but he can’t flirt and manipulate to save his life. Lying isn’t something he is good for, this is why his wife has left. 

— I…not sure we should be having this conversation here. 

You’re a good girl, and it’s infuriating. He knows that having someone in his bed shouldn’t be the end goal for his leave, but he wants you, and by the look on your face, you aren’t opposed to the idea. König doesn’t understand if he likes that you’re so reserved about it or if he wants you to be a bit more slutty – but he captures you in the space between the kitchen counter and presses you with his body. 

— You want to see the bedroom then?

Pushes you so close his knee gets between your legs – it might look involuntary like he didn’t exactly want for it to be placed here, but you aren’t dumb, you know what he wants from you. Like a good fucking girl, you’re too shy to give it to him right about now. God, sometimes he hates being so nice to people around him. 

— Sir, this is very…

He got you caged in his hands, body trapped in his embrace – you jerk your head upwards a little bit, staring at him like a small bird in the hands of a predator. He isn’t a strong man in regard of morals, he doesn’t see anything wrong with fucking his son’s girlfriend – if the girl is up to it. And if she isn’t…well, he better make sure she is. 

— What is it, Schatz? Paul won’t hear us in his headphones.

You know just how wrong it is, and you almost want to escape – his dick grinds on your pelvis through his pants, and you’re horrified to see how big it is. Excited too, of course, he is bigger than your boyfriend ever could be, and you don’t want to be a slut, but, oh well, not like you were in a committed and serious relationship anyway. 

Paul was seeing your friends more than you ever saw them – it’s probably a sign that you should settle for someone older. You did enjoy Lana Del Rey's songs, after all. 

— I don’t want to break his heart. 

— He doesn’t have one. 

You’re lost when he pushes his lips to kiss you over and over again – a surprisingly good kisser, and you give in because it was the first time in forever a kiss made you feel this good. His lips are sending electricity down your spine, you want to moan just from his knee, pushing on the softness of your cunt through that adorable skirt you liked so much – you feel so small like this, so tiny in his hands, you…

God, you feel like a slut, and you like it. 

Soon enough, you answered the kiss, your lips meeting his in a dance that made you feel hot, that made you feel like your boyfriend never could. Never thinking of yourself as someone who can fall so easily into the hands of an older man, now you know that he got you right where he wanted. 

You push your hand on his pants, trying to get the control back – but he stops you, a giant hand enveloping your wrist and pushing you back. With a surprise on your face, König just wants to kiss you all over. God, you’re adorable, and he knows that you deserve way more than being fucked on the rough kitchen counter while your so-called boyfriend is too busy dickriding his friends in some useless online game. 

— Not now, princess. You deserve better than being fucked on the kitchen counter, ja? It can come later. 

“Later” sounds like a promise, and you bite back your moan when he keeps pushing his knee against your cunt, making you throb and clench on nothing. He is such a gentleman, you can’t help but compare him to his son – and his fabulous ability to make you feel dirty after fucking you in the backseat of his car and tossing you to your dorm with your pussy still wet and messy after you didn’t cum. 

You sob, not from sadness, but from pleasure mixed with some weird, unnatural for you emotions – you feel weird, strained here like this, but you hug his neck and whisper something in his ear. Something, dangerously sounding just like “daddy, please” 

König is blushing, and he looks fucking adorable. 

— Daddy, ja? God, you’re dangerous, liebling. Going to get me in trouble with my son later. 

He laughs when he kisses you again, his hand slipping in your panties only to find them completely soaked – he knows you deserve a nice pillow and soft sheets under your body, and he pushes you up so you can hug his waist with your legs. You rely on him like a cute pet, and you’re so perfect in his hands he curses himself for not seeing you before. 

He is going to ruin you for anyone but him. Put so much cum in you, it will make your tummy bulge – make you his precious sugar baby, pay for your dumb college and make you move to his bedroom instead of some shitty dorm you probably share with four other people. 

He can be good for you – but he will ruin you for anyone else, anyone appropriate, every guy your age who clearly doesn’t know how to treat a lady right. 

— So wet for me…such a filthy thing, I didn’t know my son dated a whore. 

— N…not a whore, please…

He kisses you on your forehead, silently apologizing. You feel his crooked, scarred smile, and you push your face up to kiss him – you want to touch him so badly it makes you feel stupid. 

— Sorry, Schatzen. Not a whore, a good girl for her daddy, ja? So nice for me, too fucking young…

— W…we really shouldn’t… — Tshhh, don’t think about it. Thinking will only hurt your pretty dumb head. — I’m not…

— Quiet, little one. Let daddy handle everything.

He kisses you over and over, his fingers playing with your pussy – meaty digits digging in your hole, making you whimper from sudden intrusion. He is big, bigger than anyone else, just two of his fingers are enough to spread you as much as normal cock would, and even though you’re used to taking Paul’s size, you just know that his dad would be much, much bigger. He is going to split you open, and you will love every fucking second. 

It feels so wrong, you still aren’t sure if you want him to touch you like this. 

It feels so right, he is experienced and eager, pushing every button to make you squirm in his grasp. Your orgasm comes embarrassingly quick – maybe because you haven’t gotten off in ages, only miserable masturbation sessions and poor attempts at faking your orgasm made it feel real. Paul never cared enough to actually get you off – but now…

You aren’t ready for him. You squirm in his grasp when the pressure becomes too much, and he soothes you, two fingers still buried in your soaked cunt. You feel so dirty, so wrong right now – you are cumming on the fingers of your boyfriend’s absent father, and you love every second of it. 

Post-orgasm clarity makes you whiny and sobby, and you whimper in his shoulder when he gently lifts you in his hands. God, you’re adorable, and he knows that he just scrambled your brain with that orgasm – it’s good, really, he might just want to keep your pretty head nice and empty for him. Not like you would ever need to think in his presence, the colonel can handle everything in- and out- of bed. 

König holds you close, not allowing you to scramble away no matter how embarrassed you are. You are his precious thing, with a pouty face, and he will do everything in his power to make you squirm on his fingers again and again before he makes you his wife for good. 

So impulsive, maybe this is why his son is such an asshole – taking the worst traits of his father. 

— Don’t cry, Schatzen. You’re okay, it felt good, didn’t it? 

— W…we shouldn’t have. Shit. I’m sorry, it was a m…god, I need to tell Paul. 

— I’ll tell him. 

— No! — I will tell my asshole of a son that you’re my girl now, ja? And then I will take you to the bedroom, so we can fuck. 

— I need to return to my dorm. 

— And then I will dine you properly, okay? Sorry, Liebling, I know I should court you before all of this…but we can afford to go a bit off board, ja? 

He is smiling, so smitten and obsessed over just having you cum on his fingers once – you don’t have the heart to say no. Never did. You’re a good, proper girl, and Paul was never treating you right anyway. You feel dirty, yes, but somehow, it is almost right. 

He peppers your face with kisses, like a dog lapping its tongue all over your skin – you’re so concentrated on the warmth of his strong, seasoned body that you don’t even look in the direction of the doorway to the kitchen. 

Paul, however, looks straight at you, disheartened and shocked. 

— W…what the fuck, dad?! König laughs, kissing you once again – deep, hot, with tongue and loud, sloppy sounds of your mouth pressing into one another. You’re stuck in place, still caged in his arms like a precious little pet you are. 

— She’ll make a good step mom, ja? 

You don’t even register his hands slowly caressing your fingers as if he already tries to check the ring sizes. 

#cod #konig x reader #yandere konig #konig #cod x reader #call of duty #cod x you #yandere cod #konig mw2 #reader insert #yandere x reader

[kikiyoomis]

when you first met suna, the first thing you thought was that “yea he definitely smokes, drinks and fucks around.” and every time you saw him that impression only cemented itself.

your university program had this famed student run party. it was the only highlight of the new school year. people got so incredibly wasted, lost their virginity, got high as fuck… it was a party that encaptured the student body.

you were excited to go to the party, it was a chance to dress up, look sexy and maybe flirt with a couple of guys way out of your league using liquid courage. and besides you had your trustworthy friends with you, so at least you have someone watching your back… at least when they’re sober.

entering the party, the loud music pounded into your ears. people were dancing, drinking, playing games. you scanned the room looking for any familiar faces to go and talk to.

unsurprisingly, you saw suna standing around the patio with a couple of his friends and some girls. he had a red solo cup in hand while his friends smoked. the girls were all giggling and the boys’ body language seemed to give off a flirty intention.

a girl touches suna’s arm and he turns to face her, her hand slipping back to herself. he smiles and laughs and you think to yourself that if he does that more often he could easily be the most popular person on campus. he has the looks and the body it would easily attract a vast majority of people. and it already has for the most part.

‘but it’s none of my business’ you think before heading off towards your friends for a round of shots to start off the night.

drink after drink, dancing with your friends, talking with people you know you’ll never see again, it was really a fun night. so fun in fact, that you’ve ran away from your friends to hide in a dark corner kissing a man you don’t have a single clue about. no seriously. one moment you were dancing, and then the next moment you were no longer on the dance floor with your friends and instead with this man. not that you really care that much consider you’re having the best moment you’ve ever had in your entire life.

he was such a damn good kisser. after every breath you pull him back because you didn’t have enough. tongues fighting for dominance and lips bruising themselves purple with the intensity of the kiss.

“god, fuck, you’re really not gonna let me go huh,” he teases and you leave a hickey on his neck. he places a hand around your ass and leans back, bringing you down with him.

“mmm shut up and kiss me some more” you say locking your lips with his again. it was addicting and you couldn’t get enough of it.

“hey suna where are you?!” a voice calls out suddenly, startling the both of you. the two of you sat in silence, waiting for the guy to pass. you can hear him walking around the little corner you were in, making your heart beat in anxiousness. it would be so embarrassing if someone spots you two…

only when another friend tells him to forget about suna and to just go to the second party that the first guy leaves.

“i thought they’d never leave. that friend has some sense to just leave suna. he’s probably getting high somewhere…” you mumble, a little grumpy at the interruption. the guy you’re with laughs and pulls you closer to the point you’re straddling his lap.

“why? don’t want to share me?” the comment almost cures your drunken mind. despite literally locking lips with him for who knows how long you finally take a look at his face.

suna smiles smugly at you, amused at the fact that the person he’s been kissing simply never bothered to see who it was.

you sat there stunned, at a loss for words. suna leans forward and places a couple of kissing on your exposed nape, travelling upwards until he reaches the corner of your mouth.

“i’ve never been a stoner or done any drugs but i think what you’ve done to me is getting me higher than any drugs could” he teases.

“… you’ve never done drugs?” you say surprised as you mindlessly wrap your arms around his shoulders. though there wasn’t any proof that he did do them, it was just an assumption considering the crowd he involves himself with.

“the worst i do is drink since i am a professional athlete and need to care about diets and shit like that. but im such a lightweight that two drinks is all it takes to have me drunk.”

the reality was so far off of your impression of him. but then again it makes sense.

“do you do this often then? considering what we’re doing now?” you ask, purposefully leaning closer to him to the point you can feel each others breath.

“jealous are we?” he teases, pulling your hips closer to his.

“do you want the whole truth or should i just lie to get this over with so we can book a hotel room and have some fun” he asks, his hand reaching under your shirt, his finger lifting the underwire of your bra ever so slightly.

“if i ask for the whole truth is the hotel room offer still gonna be up?” you ask.

“of course, i’ll make you feel so good that even if you got blackout drunk your body will still remember everything when your mind doesn’t”

it wasn’t that you’ve never liked him, but you’ve also never hated him. he was someone you thought you would never be entangled with so you were indifferent. both of your lives were so different that there wasn’t going to be any reason the two of you would even speak. maybe it was the alcohol in your system but there’s something attracting you to him. something that makes you want to know him more and a little something that would make you sad to see him go.

“i want to know” you tell him.

“i don’t do these things with other people” he says.

“huh? but your frien-“

“my friends do, but i didn’t want to seem like the type of guy to flirt around and seem like an unfaithful partner around my crush. though i seem to have failed according to you”

you raise an eyebrow at suna who seemed to accuse you of ruining his character.

“did your crush reject you? considering you’re even willing to go to a hotel room with me” you act boldly, kissing his cheek while your hand caresses his body lower and lower. suna catches on quickly and grabs your naughty hand and presses to his mouth.

“i don’t think so but i don’t think they’re rejecting me since they’re so excited to go to the hotel room that they can’t keep their hands off of me”

#haikyu #haikyuu #suna rintarou #suna x reader #suna rintaro x reader #hq suna #suna x you #suna rintaro haikyuu #suna rintaro x y/n #part 2? maybe with some spice?

[kennarose1108]

Rio x Reader (Punishment) 18+

You were his girlfriend. And although you loved him he could be overbearing sometimes. He was older than you and more experienced in life, especially in the dark side, so he thought, no, he knew what was best for you. When something was a no he said it was a no and that was the end of it. But this time you decided not to listen to him.

He told you, you weren't allowed to hang out with one of your guy friends. You had met him at work and you told Rio all about him and when picking you up one day Rio saw him. After that, he told you that you couldn't hang out with him anymore and wouldn't let up. You couldn't understand why he refused to let up on it without an explanation. He at least explained why in most cases, if he didn't explain it was for something small. But for this… He just refused. He didn't say a damn word. It was just 'no'. Literally. You'd ask him about it and he would just say 'no' and walk away or ignore you afterward.

You eventually stopped asking him about it.

Then you just hung out with your friend in secret. You felt dirty doing it but you couldn't just let Rio control your entire life. So today you were hanging out with him. You just left the cafe, laughing and talking you were standing out on the sidewalk, getting ready to part ways when you got a text. You took out your phone and looked at the message. It was from Rio.

"You didn't listen to me."

He was watching you…

Your heart fell to the pit of your stomach. You began to look around at the people on the streets, then the cars. That's when you noticed a familiar black car and a familiar face staring back at you. You stared back with your heart pounding in your chest. He nodded back at you, it was his way of telling you to get your ass in the car.

You looked back at your friend and forced a smile and you said 'I have to go' before going to cross the street. You hurried across the street and walked over to his car. You got into the passenger's seat and shut the door.

Silence.

You stared forward, as did he. He had his head leaning back against the headrest. Oh. He was pissed.

"I said to stay away from him."

He finally spoke.

"He's my friend."

He scoffed.

"I don't give a shit. What I say goes."

You finally looked at him. "I am a grown woman. I make my own decisions. Not you." He laughed. He fucking laughed. "What I say goes ma." He says. "No." You say with an irritated glare. He turns his head just slightly to look at you. "No?" He repeats like it's a question. You didn't dare say another word. You just stared at him. After an awkward minute, he turned forward and pulled out of the parking space he was in. The car ride was silent. You were nervous. Very nervous. Whenever he was pissed he was silent.

Which worried you.

You decided to finally speak up. "Rio." You say. "Hm?" You swallowed the lump in your throat. "Why do you hate him so much?" You ask. Again. He just sighs and doesn't say a word. "Please answer m-" "No." You clenched your teeth and sighed angrily. So… You decided to say something you knew would piss him off.

"Then I'm just going to keep hanging out with him." More silence. But the air in the car went cold and very, very, tense. After about a minute he suddenly takes a right turn that makes you gasp and hold onto the car. He pulls into an alley and suddenly stops the car. You go to ask him what the hell is wrong with him before he turns to you and grabs the back of your head to force you to look at him. It wasn't enough to hurt you but enough to get his point across.

"Listen to me and listen good," He started. "I have my reasons. You don't need to know those reasons because what I say fucking goes. Understand me?" He says, his voice laced with frustration. You should've just nodded. You should've just kept your mouth shut. But instead…

"Fuck you."

Whoops.

"I'm not your puppet. I am my person. I can do whatever I want. You can't control me." You say angrily.

He just stared at you. His hand still gripping the back of your head firmly. But eventually… He smirked.

"Oh really?" He chuckles.

"You think you understand everything, baby? You think this is all a game?" He asks while tilting his head to the side slightly. You didn't say anything. And your silence caused him to shake his head slightly. "No. No baby you don't know anything. You don't know this douchebag. But I do. And what I say fucking goes." He says.

"Or what?"

His eyes widened. You knew you had made a mistake. But you honestly didn't care. You had to stand your ground. …Okay maybe you did care a little bit. The stare he was giving you was freaking you out a bit.

"Or what?"

He repeated. You did your best to hold your head high and stare at him. But he could see right through you. He leaned in and got close to your ear.

"How about… I fuck you so fuckin' dumb your mind goes blank."

Your heart began to beat so fast it felt like it was beating out of your chest. Your breathing goes shaky and he smirks and leans back. "You wouldn't." You finally croak out. "Wanna bet?" He says with a smirk on his face. "You wouldn't. Because I wouldn't give you my consent. And that's rape." You say while crossing your arms over his chest. He laughs. "Rape? Seriously? I've never heard you cry rape every time we fuck. And that's been a lot of times baby." You shake your head and look forward.

"You still wouldn't do it." You say firmly. He lets out a 'huh' and looks around. You both were in a secluded area… He then turns back to you. "Get in the backseat." He says. You turn to him with your eyebrows furrowed. "What?" You say.

"Get. In. The. Back. Seat. I'm not repeating myself princesa." He says firmly. You roll your eyes get out of the car and get into the backseat. He does the same thing a few seconds later but on the other side and you give him a confused look. "What was the point of this?" You ask. "What do you think mama? I'm going to fuck you dumb." He says with a smirk. Your eyes widened and you went to protest but your mind went blank when he grabbed the bottoms of your knees yanked you forward onto your back and got on top of you. "H-Hey!" You say but before you can say anything forward he slams his lips onto yours.

His kiss was possessive, hungry, and almost angry. You couldn't possibly push him away now… Hell… You didn't want to. He felt too good. His tongue shoved into your mouth and his hands gripped your thighs. The kiss didn't last like before he hiked up the skirt of your dress ripped off your panties and threw them to the side.

His hand dipped between your thighs causing you to moan softly into his mouth. "So wet already…" He groaned into your mouth. "Were you getting turned on during our argument? You're such a dirty little thing." He teased with a smirk. "Just shut up…" You say with a heavy breath.

You laid back and enjoyed the feeling of his hand rubbing between your slick folds, two of his fingers occasionally dipping inside of you and then pulling back out. You let out a satisfied "mmm" while biting your bottom lip. But then he slipped his hand away and you let out an annoyed groan. He chuckled. "Be patient. You'll get what you want." He says while leaning back and unbuckling his belt. You watched with a desperate look as he pulled out his cock and aligned it with your entrance. "What are you waiting for?" You asked with a groan. He shrugged. "Nothing…" He says before looking down and letting a line of spit come out of his mouth and drop onto his cock. He rubs it on his cock and looks at you with a smirk. "Can't let it go in dry can you?" He teases.

"Jesus… Just fuck me already." He raises his eyebrows at you and you whine. "Please…" You beg. He smirks, "I like seeing you beg." He says before slowly penetrating your slick cunt. You let out a deep and satisfied moan while leaning your head onto the back of the cushion of the seat. He leaned down and kissed your jaw. His thrusts were slow and sensual at first. He opened mouth kissed your jaw before whispering in your ear, "You like that, huh? With my cock inside of you?" He says in a low tone of voice. Your nails dug into his back and you let out a 'yeah' before he began to thrust faster. "Oh, fuck!" You cried out as he fucked you hard against the seat.

You moaned loudly and gripped his jacket. The windows in the car began to fog up from the heat between you two. You cried out his name which only fueled his fire. He let out a deep groan before going harder and faster. You moaned loudly and one of your hands went up to the car door to hold you in the same place as your head was about to hit the car door. You let out a 'mmm' noise before letting out a satisfied moan.

He then pulled out of you, making you gasp in annoyance before he picked you up and flipped you onto your hands and knees. "W-What are you doing?" You ask. "What does it look like?" He chuckles before pushing himself back inside of you. You let out a groan before he continued to pound back into you.

Your moans were loud and the car shook with every thrust. Your hand banged against the window and slid down, leaving a sliding hand print on the fogged-up windows. He then leaned forward, close to your ear, grabbed your jaw, and whispered to you. "You like that, huh? You like my cock inside of you?" His words made you let out a loud moan. You nodded, but that wasn't enough for him. "Use your words, baby." He groaned in your ear. "I love it!" You cried out. "Fuck!" He chuckles.

But then he suddenly stops. "Hey, wha-" "Are you going to see that fucking loser again?" He hisses into your ear. "Rio-" "Answer me." He hissed. You wanted to annoy him further and you smirked. "And what if I do?" You ask teasingly. His hand slipped down from your jaw and down to your throat and gripped it tightly. "Or I'll pull out of you and leave you dripping in your juices and I won't let you touch yourself." He says. You chuckle, "You won't last without fucking me." This time, he chuckles. "I know how to jerkoff sweetheart." He says.

"I'll tie you to the fucking bed, making you squirm and moan for me to fuck you. And I won't touch you." He says with a smirk. You let out a groan, "That's not fair…" You whined. You try to move your hips to get some more feeling but he grabs your hips with his other hand and holds them in place. He clicks his tongue while shaking his head, "No no baby… No moving. You do as I say first and I'll fuck you real good hmm…" He purrs in your ear. You sigh deeply. You wanted it, you wanted it so fucking badly.

So, you decided to give him what he wanted.

"Fine… I won't see him anymore." You grumble. "Promise?" "Yes, yes I promise!" You say in annoyance. He chuckles again, "Will you at least tell me why afterward?" You ask. "No." He shakes his head. You grumble and roll your eyes. "Give me your phone." He blurts out. "Why?" "Just do it." You roll your eyes and grab your phone that fell to the ground of the car before handing it to him.

He leans back and you hear the record button turn on and you were about to yell at him but that's when he began to fuck back into you. At that point, you didn't care. You let out a moan before biting your bottom lip and taking all he had to give you.

After about thirty seconds you hear the thud of your phone as he tosses it aside. He grabs your hips and he pounds into you at a fast speed. Your moans turn into loud cries of ecstasy as he brings you closer to cumming. He groans and you can tell he's close too.

"Cum with me." He growls. After a few more seconds your back arches and you grab onto the door handle of the car as you cum hard around his cock and a loud moan escapes your lips. He bucks forward and stops and cums inside of you with a loud groan. You both stay in the same position for a few moments with heavy breaths. He then leans down and kisses your shoulder which makes you flinch slightly as your entire body is sensitive.

He then slowly pulls out of you sits back onto the seat and grabs you in the process to sit on his lap. He holds you close to his chest and kisses your temple before relaxing back onto the seat.

You lay there too, with your head on his chest. After about a minute he sighs and says, "I don't want you hanging out with that prick because he's a part of another gang." You lean forward and stare at him with furrowed eyebrows. "What?" "He's a rival." He explains. "Maybe listen to me next time yeah?" He says with a raised eyebrow. "You could've just explained that and I would've stayed away from him!" You say with a huff. He chuckles.

"I also may or may not have recorded us fucking and sent it to him before blocking him." He says with a smirk. Your face falls. "You did WHAT?" You say loudly. He lets out a small laugh and kisses your lips softly.

"I love you."

#rio x reader #rio x you #rio smut #rio good girls #smut #x reader #18+ only #18+ content

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Deeper • Ruffilo

Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x FemReader

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: Smut (18+, unprotected PnV pls wrap it before u tap it, slight breeding, inside orgasm), alcohol, swearing, jealousy, teasing. Legit just smut but with some plot lol

Prompt: you know what they say, bassist string it deeper.

Authors note: I’m so fucking tired but I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am a literal puddle. Also this ended up being way longer than intended, oops :3

THIS IS A FANFIC USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT THIS PERSON WOULD DO THIS IRL OR ACT LIKE THIS! ITS FICTION!

Tags: @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @th4t-em0-k1d @lans-angels @dsireland86

Well, you know what they say, bassists do it deeper.

Ruffilo was never a fan of social situations, or people he didn’t know. If he could stay at home and away from the public’s eye, he would. He’d be happy just living with his best friends and some cats, as he was extremely shy; but he was also very needy.

Nick was always fighting for your attention; especially when you laughed a little too hard at one of Folio’s jokes, or a sarcastic comment of Jolly’s. He’d wrap your fingers through his, pulling at your arm so you would sit next to him, tugging you gently away from whoever else you were talking to. Sometimes he got jealous of all the attention you’d receive, especially when out in public; but if anything he despised when you talked to Noah. You were definitely waaay too flirty with him- in Nick’s opinion- but he’d never tell you he thought this because you and him were just friends. Noah played into the teasing you gave him; even though he knew Nick had a thing for you.

It was Halloween, Noah’s birthday; all the boys plus a bunch of friends were celebrating in their Los Angeles home. Nick’s leg bounced anxiously as he sat at the kitchen table with a drink in hand, waiting for you to show up. He exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes staying fixed on the front door as he took a sip, nearly spitting out the vile red mixture. Vodka cran my ass tastes more like some sort of disgusting pink Whitney mix. He thought.

Nick’s mind began to race, thinking about you. You were an hour late, something that rarely occurred because you were always extremely punctual. He wondered where you were; his comfort person. His anxiety was rampant at the amount of people in their house. All he wanted was to see you, so you could tell him everything would be okay; but also because he was head over heels in fucking love with you.

Folio and Jolly were off playing a game of definitely rigged cup-pong, while Noah jumped through various conversations with each guest, thanking everyone for showing up to celebrate his birthday.

Nick took another sip, hand shaking in anticipation as he watched various couples dance through the kitchen, the music loud, echoing through the walls. He readjusted his Jedi- robes multiple times, tugging on the fabric nervously.

Finally, the front door opened, and Nick had to stop himself from standing up immediately at the sight of you, ready for you to hold him in your arms. You waltzed into the house, the thick-heeled boots you wore thumping against the ground, following the beat of his heart.

You smiled when your eyes met his, your dark burgundy lipstick parting, radiating against your skin; his heart pounded heavily. His eyes fought the urge to skim across your body, particularly across your exposed thighs, as the short black skirt you wore rode up dangerously high. He was practically melting in his chair, pants beginning to tighten at the thought of bending you over the counter, taking you from behind.

“What’s up Anakin,” you said, your own eyes glancing across his robes, grinning at his nerdy costume. Nick was always such a dork for Star Wars, but he was your dork.

Nick smiled, relief evident on his face that you were here; but the lingering lust he felt towards you crawled through his skin. His throat began to tighten, and words fumbled. He grabbed his cup, swallowing the remaining vodka-Whitney-cran or whatever the fuck it was, eyeing your every move as you made yourself at home, navigating through the kitchen with ease.

You placed your grocery bag of snacks and drinks you brought in the fridge, closing the door with your heel before cracking open a cooler, and taking a sip as you turned towards Nick. He loved how comfortable you were here, in his house, as if it was your own. Where you were meant to be.

“Hey,” Nick nodded, the corners of his mouth turned up. “Freddy Kruger.”

He maintained eye contact, your E/C eyes lingering in his, the glint in them playful, as if you knew what you were doing to him. The cut-up red and black striped sweater hung cropped across your body, leaving one shoulder exposed, a variety of fake slashes drawn into your skin. The faux-clawed glove was placed on your non-dominant hand, and a brimmed felt hat was placed on top of your head.

“Do you like it?” You asked, giving a slight twirl, and as you turned Nick swore he could see the bottom outline of your cheeks. His face flushed as he shifted in his seat, eyes turning to the floor, becoming very interested in the wood.

“You look fantastic,” Nick said.

You smiled as your face warmed at Nick’s words, even if prompted. Taking another sip of your cooler you hoisted yourself on the counter, sitting on top of the faux marble, the top cold against your thighs.

Nick’s silver eyes glanced up at you through his lashes, before he stood up, grabbing himself another drink.

“You drunk yet?” You asked him, and Nick shook his head in response.

“I was waiting for you, plus, I didn’t want to participate in folio’s rigged version of cup pong. Who plays it where if you miss the ball you drink?” Nick pressed his lips together, before going back to the punch bowl to fill his cup.

“The hell is that?” You nodded towards the bowl, curious about what sort of Halloween-themed drink was made.

“Some garbage Jolly mixed up.” Nick looked into the cup, shrugging before taking another sip. His eyebrows furrowed in disgust, squeezing his eyes shut.

A laugh escaped your lips, “Let me try.”

Nick walked towards you, your legs parting slightly as he stood between you, careful not to get too close, reaching the cup out for you to grab.

Instead of grabbing the cup you leaned forward, placing your lips against the plastic, prompting Nick to feed you the liquid. He tilted the cup, eyes watching your lips intensely as you followed his stare. You took a big sip, coughing after you pulled away. The alcohol flowed down your throat, burning at its strength.

“Jesus, that’s fucking gross,” you covered your mouth briefly before taking a chaser of your drink. You chugged the rest, letting your legs swing as they dangled off the counter, Nick still standing close to you, the heat radiating off of him.

You leaned to the side, tossing the can into the recycling as Noah turned the corner, his eyes brightening into a drunken smile as he swayed towards you, open arms.

“Y/N!” He yelled, the bass of the music pumping in the background.

“Noah!” You immediately jumped off of the counter, being engulfed in his embrace. Noah’s hands trailed down your back, dangerously close to the bottom of your skirt. “Happy birthday you nerd!”

Nick watched as you two hugged, his chest tightening as Noah’s hand rubbed up and down your body.

The two of you swayed, Noah, leaning all of his weight into you in a drunken state. You smiled into Noah’s hug, squeezing him. As you pulled away, you readjusted his Leaf Village headband, a sly smile playing on your lips.

“You’re such a dweeb,” you pushed Noah’s shoulder, and he smiled staring down at you, “and you’re so drunk already.”

“Nahh ” Noah wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against him, “you’re just not drunk enough. Time for some shots!”

You laughed, agreeing as Noah reached into a cupboard for a bottle of tequila- something he knew was your favourite. Noah filled two shot glasses, before you wrapped your elbows around each other, taking two shots of alcohol together in a ritualistic fashion.

Nick averted his eyes as his breath hitched, refusing to watch as Noah held you to his side after the two glasses rested back on the counter.

Your head rested on Noah’s shoulder as you hiccuped from the alcohol, eyes looking up at him. Noah began to sway back and forth to the music, pulling you along with him, before swinging you around. You laughed with Noah, smiles beaming against each other. You followed Noah’s body but watched Nick the entire time.

Nick didn’t look at you, eyes fixated on his cup that he took another drink from, swallowing every drop of liquid. You sighed, shrugging Noah off of you before walking up to Nick, and wrapping your arms around him. He stiffened at your touch but put his arms around you.

“Aw Nicky, are you jealous?” You teased, reaching up to run your fingers through his long dark hair. Your chest rested against his own, and you could feel his heart vibrate against yours. You tried pulling his body to dance with the music, but he remained put, placing his arms across your back, hand holding you against his chest.

“Thanks for the drink No-wah,” you smiled cheekily at him.

Noah grabbed a beer from the counter, “anything for my baby girl.”

Nick was jealous. He was jealous at how easy you and Noah got along, and how you were ready to be in Noah’s arms at any second, but he didn’t know that you knew this got under his skin.

You knew flirting with Noah made Nick jealous, and you loved how possessive Nick always got once you went crawling back to him. You wanted Nick to be jealous, and you wanted him to want you.

Both of you desired each other, but neither was brave enough to make a move.

“C'mon,” you grabbed another cooler from the fridge for you and Nick, bending over slightly in his direction so your ass was barely exposed to him.

Standing up you sauntered towards him, hanging him the can before grabbing his hand. Feeling the warm feeling of the alcohol start to pulse through your veins, you tugged him along the house, walking past the crowd of people before you walked into the living room.

You wrapped your fingers in Nick’s inked ones, holding him close to you.

The living room was packed with people, the only spot available being on the couch; for one person.

You motioned for Nick to sit before inviting yourself to sit on his lap. Nick’s breath caught in his throat in surprise.

You wiggled to get comfortable, and Nick placed his arms across your torso, holding you still against him.

You knew he wouldn’t be able to contain his excitement if you kept moving.

Folio and Jolly’s cup pong game was going on in front of you, and as you brought the can of alcohol to your lips you couldn't help but let a sly smile play at your lips as you thought about teasing the man beneath you.

You pushed into his lap, wriggling your hips along to the music.

“Sorry Nicky, trying to get comfortable,” you said playfully, chugging the can of alcohol before placing it on the coffee table.

Nick’s fingers dug into your hips, attempting to hold you still against him; but he hardened beneath you, a quiet groan heaving from his throat as you shifted along his lap.

“Y/N,” Nick warned, letting a hand go as he grabbed his can, drinking the entire thing to give him the liquid courage.

Both of you felt the buzz of inebriation, allowing the warmth to consume you. Pretending to be invested in the game ahead you leaned back, placing your back against Nick’s chest, letting his hands roam the top of your thighs.

“What are you doing,” Nick asked through gritted teeth, but his heart raced in anticipation at your actions.

You dug your hips into him, feeling the music. No one would be paying attention to the two of you, everyone, including yourselves, would be too drunk to notice.

Sitting up you spun your body so you were straddling his waist, legs parted on either side of him. Your skirt was so short it rode up, exposing the underwear you wore beneath; but only for him to see.

Nick swallowed harshly, eyes glazing over in infatuation as he watched you, your lip finding its way between your teeth. Placing your arms around his neck you eyed every expression, glazing over every detail of his face as Nick flushed. As your body swung back and forth gently, you gained the courage to lean forward, placing a gentle kiss on Nick’s lips.

Nick stared at you, almost in shock. He wasn’t sure if this was a prank, or if he was already so far gone that he was lucid dreaming.

Nick's hands glided along your thighs as they gripped you from behind, squeezing gently. You had kissed him, and his entire body was on fire.

“Kiss me,” you said in a hoard whisper, almost desperate, waiting for Nick to respond to your first move.

Nick was hesitant and nervous as he pulled himself closer to your lips, brushing over them gently, before closing the gap between you.

You sighed into his mouth, relieved as Nick reciprocated feelings, allowing yourself to relax into his touch, body heating as his hands roamed behind you, squeezing gently at the skin.

You deepened the kiss, pushing your lips firmly into his, closed-mouth kisses opening with each wave, allowing your hands to roam into his hair, tugging softly on the strands.

Nicks's body convulsed below you, and he pulled away, staring up at you with awe.

“Want to go upstairs?” You asked, and he nodded eagerly as you crawled off of him. Nick grabbed your hand hastily as he pulled you behind him, the journey up the stairs feeling like it dragged on forever.

The music pumped below you as Nick closed his bedroom door, the sound dampening ever so slightly, the floor shaking with the bass.

Nick immediately shoved you into the wall, lips all over yours in desperation, devouring you, years of pent-up need coming out full throttle.

His hand roamed up your body underneath your torn long sleeve, granting himself access to all the curves he’d dreamed of touching. The number of times he touched himself, fantasizing about your taste, left his knees weak as he let his mouth explore yours, finally.

You moaned against Nick's lips as he fondled your chest, his hands searching very crevasse of your being through years of missed opportunity. You moulded into his touch, feeling excited as your abdomen vibrated in complete want for the man holding you against the wall.

Nick's fingers lingered underneath your skirt before pulling it up gently, grazing between your panties before roaming back up.

You moaned against the subtle tease, eyebrows furrowing as you pulled away from his kiss.

“Nick, please, don’t tease me,” you whined, pressing your forehead against his own.

Silver eyes bore into you as his lips tugged up into a sly smile, “if you don’t like my teasing, why are you moaning?”

Nick’s fingers roamed between your legs again, gently pressing where you needed him most and a feral sound escaped your lips, leaving you embarrassed. Nick stared at you with lust, almost in shock by how you were reacting to him. Nick allowed his fingers to glide between your body and underwear, feeling between your folds. His already hard body pulsing even deeper as he felt how soaked you were; all for him.

“Please,” you said as he touched you.

“Please don’t stop Nicky,” you whispered as his hand dipped between your layers. Nick planned to make her soar, but first, he loved hearing you beg for him, and only him.

“What do you want,” Nick's lips brushed across yours, this unknown confidence sending his hormones to the moon. The woman of his dreams was wriggling beneath him, desperate for anything he had to offer.

“I need you,” you said, pulling his face into yours again, allowing your tongue to explore his mouth, tasting all of him. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t even walk.”

Nick almost melted at your words, his heart beating so fast in disbelief. You want him to pleasure you.

He nodded eagerly, pulling you towards his bed, and tossing the Star Wars bed sheets aside. Nick pushed you into the bed, on top of you with all of his weight, allowing himself to dominate over your body.

Kissing down your neck your hands roamed across his back, and finally, he stared you down.

“Are you sure you want to do this Y/N? Because there is no way we are just fucking friends after this. You’re mine.”

You shuddered at Nick's possession, nodding, “I’ve always wanted to do a little more than kiss.”

Nick blushed, kissing you again before letting his lips trail down your neck, sucking on the delicate skin that lay between your neck and collarbone.

“You’re mine.” He said, marking what was his property before turning your body so you were above him.

“Ride me until your legs start shaking from the pleasure. Let me fuck you so deep you can’t even think about anybody else ever again; then I’ll flip you over and drill you to finish it off.” Nick growled, and your eyes widened at this needy side of Nick you’ve never seen before, but you were ready to give him anything he wanted.

Nick pulled off his robes, leaving his body exposed for you, you pulled off your sweater, showing off your chest and Nick's eyes devoured you, absorbing everything you showed him. He’d dreamed of this moment and what you looked like many times: but even his mind couldn’t come up with anything as beautiful as the real thing.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” he worshipped you allowing his hands to follow your curves once again. He pulled up your skirt, exposing your lower body as he moved your underwear to the side, positioning himself below you.

“I can’t believe you wore a skirt this small with no fucking shorts,” Nick mumbled, preparing himself.

“I wore it just for you,” you smiled, before closing the gap and pushing down onto Nick’s body, your arousal gliding you smoothly along him. Both of you groaned in disbelief, Nick relishing in how good you felt wrapped around him, his body finally reaching every part of you.

Your mouth opened widely as Nick filled you, a squeak of shock tugging at your throat as Nick squeezed your sides, pulling you up and down to get you to move.

You slid up and down his body with ease, hands on his chest for support as you road him, rolling and grinding deeper into his body, Nick hitting every point possible. Nick wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you into his chest as he began pounding into you from below, putting all of his effort into fucking you.

“Moan for me Y/N,” Nick begged, “show everyone who’s fucking mine.”

Nick's hands gripped the back of your head, fingers tangled in his hair. Every ounce of his body vibrated as he fucked you, his hips slapping against your thighs as you straddled his lap, taking everything he offered. He gave you his everything, never fucking anyone as hard as you, wanting to make you feel good.

Nick couldn’t believe how fucking beautiful you were as you cried out his name, the syllabus rolling off your tongue in complete satisfaction; and Nick knew that he would cum at any moment. He slowed his pace, wanting this to last forever.

Your nails dug into Nick’s shoulders as you clung to him, taking him well. Nick hoped you were loud enough against the music so Noah would hear; he wanted him to know that you finally got what was rightfully his.

You moaned Nick’s name as your stomach churned, nearing your release; Nick repeatedly hitting your spot over and over. You closed your eyes in ecstasy, your body turning limp as you screamed, shaking and convulsing against Nick through your orgasm.

Nick pushed into you, and you swear if he fucked any harder he’d be able to split you in half with how deep he penetrated.

“Where can I come?” Nick asked, on the brink of his climax. Y/N’s skin stuck against Nick’s chest.

“Fuck, inside of me,” you cried, pushing yourself against Nick’s hips, the only sounds filling the room were the sound of fast slaps and a string of moans fighting against the bass of the music below.

“Oh my god Y/N I’m going to I’m going-“ Nick’s fingers dug into your back, tearing your skin as he shook below you, twitching inside through his orgasm. You kissed him deeply, moaning against his lips in complete satisfaction as his release filled you, taking over your body.

“Fuck,” your head swung back, a wide smile parting your lips before you looked down at him, still sitting on top of his body.

“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you moan,” Nick smiled, satisfied as he rolled you over, pulling him into his chest, “it was fucking music to my ears.”

You chuckled, nuzzling against his chest, “So, friends off?”

Nick joined you, his throat vibrating as he laughed, “Oh yea, I’m ready to move to the stage where we can fuck whenever we want. Oh, and I can take you to dinner and we can hold hands.”

You smiled, holding yourself closer to him, “Deal, but only if I can suck you off next time.”

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Who’s next, folio or jolly? ;)

#i’m going to hell #pls enjoy this I’m a mess #bad omens #bad omens band #bad omens cult #bad omens smut #nick ruffilo fluff #nick ruffilo #nicholas ruffilo #nick ruffilo smut #nicholas ruffilo smut #smut #Halloween #Noah Sebastian

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daemon targaryen x targaryen!reader

synopsis: his betrayal could only hurt so much

pt two

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you watched him caress her jaw, his face unmoving as she leaned in for more. you could quite literally, not believe your eyes. watching as daemon kissed rhaenyra, their silver hair shining bright in the brothel, even if the darkness covered everyone’s faces, theirs were like shining pools of fire.

you sucked in a breath, and pushed past the others behind you, the suckling noises, the moans, the groans, it all seemed to be drowned out by the sound of your heart pounding in your ears.

you felt a hand grab your shoulder, and pull you off onto the wall. you panicked, afraid of anyone discovering you, so you clutched your hood, the only thing shielding the fact that you were the king’s heir.

you met the gaunt face of your personal guard, “luras.” you panted, your heart had leaped into your throat until you saw his face, and he grimaced, “let’s go.” he didn’t sound angry, just stern and almost relieved.

as you returned to your chambers, you tore the hood off and you angrily began to toss the things in your room. your books found themselves on the floor, half in the fire, your goblets of water were tossed towards the walls, your sheets were in shreds. a child’s tantrum, you threw; screams bounced off the walls, angry of his betrayal.

daemon ripped your dress at the seams, your back was against his chest, his erection rubbing into the flesh of your ass. he was kissing you on your neck, your head thrown back in pleasure as he took you for his own.

daemon gripped your hair tightly, moving you forward slightly as he finally let his cock bury itself in your cunt.

you moaned loudly, and he pulled you back against him, “you’re mine. only mine, and forever mine.” he whispered heavily against your ear. you could only moan as he began to thrust up into you, his other hand on your throat, constricting your breathing.

you hadn’t known when you had fallen asleep. but you found yourself face down on the concrete floor of your chambers, tears dried on your face.

“my princess.” your maid walked into the room, a gasp rolling off her tongue as she witnessed the mess you had left. she looked around and back at you, your anguish unwavering as you stood up. you brushed your dress, and you sniffled.

“clean it up, and have my dragon prepared.” you used your best tone of command and watched as your maid nodded, dipping her head as she exited the room.

the doors opened up and you turned around, expecting your maid.

daemon targaryen stalked into the room. his short blonde hair was messy, his clothes were still unchanged from the night before and he had a hungry look in his eyes that you knew far too well.

“what do you want, daemon?” you glared at him, and watched him walk towards the bed, “my sister wasn’t enough to satisfy you? you wanted to real thing i suppose, not the keychain version.”

daemon scoffed slightly, “i didn’t know you’d be so upset about it. i thought you’d be happy that i’d given that cunt a break.”

you shook your head, “get out. rid me of this disease your presence brings.”

daemon laughed, “seems like disease already hit this room. your tantrums weren’t always my favorite.” he whispered, quietly, leaning into you.

as much as you wanted to step back, push him off, the urge to fight was gone and you felt yourself lean back into him.

daemons forehead touched yours and for a moment, you lost your composure, letting the tears that welled go, staining your cheeks subtly.

“you hurt me.” you admitted, “and i cant find it in me to forgive you…” you continued and felt daemons hand on your cheek, caressing you just as he did you sister.

the realization had you lurch and you immediately pulled away, “leave. please leave.”

daemon looked at you and had an unreadable expression on his face. “i’ll leave because you asked, but you are mine, just remember that everytime you think you can make demands.” his tone was pure rage, rage at your rejection, and rage that he had you so close, yet now you pushed him so far.

as he shut the door, you let yourself fall onto your bed, tears falling down harder.

#daemon x reader #daemon smut #daemon targaryen smut #daemon targaryen #daemon targaryen x reader #daemon targaryen angst #house of the dragon #house of the dragon smut #house of the dragon angst #house targaryen

[aphroditeinthesea]

Idk if requests are open, but if they are. Can I request a Piper x daughter of poseidon! Reader and it's an enemies to lovers

“ it’s not my fault ”

piper mclean x daughter of poseidon 💋

piper found herself enemies with the daughter of poseidon, but she doesn’t know if that’s all she felt about her

⚠️language (ps i was watching mean girls when i started writing this if u can’t tell by the title)

⋅˚₊‧ ♡ ‧₊˚ ⋅

on the argo ii (no jaspiper!)

“I was about to sit there,” Piper commented, crossing her arms.

Y/N looked up at her with her head tilting to the side, “that’s funny, because I think I’m sitting here.”

Piper furrowed her brows, “I know that, but you literally saw me about to sit there and sat there anyway.”

“Sucks.”

“You bit-”

“Piper,” Jason interrupted, “there’s a seat over here.”

Piper huffed, glaring at y/n before walking away. Y/N smiled to herself as she won their, at this point, hourly argument. Everyone stayed awkwardly silent as the two shot scowls at the other. No one had been able to quite pinpoint why the girls hated each other so much. In fact, the two weren’t even 100% sure why they hated each other. It started with y/n making a comment about Aphrodite’s children being stuck up, and even though Piper agreed, she couldn’t say why the statement coming from the daughter of Poseidon hurt so much.

“Can you two get along for five minutes?” Annabeth quietly complained that afternoon after the 100th fight that day.

“It’s not my fault, she just gets on my nerves,” y/n answered as she sat on the floor of Annabeth’s room, “being around her just makes me itch.”

“That’s not her fault either.”

“It is, though,” she hid her head in her knees, “she’s just like- ugh!”

The door swung open to reveal Percy, “because that makes more sense, y/n/n?”

“You could hear us?” his sister whispered.

“Magic ship, not magic walls,” he joked as he made himself comfortable on his girlfriend’s bed.

Y/N looked back up at Annabeth, “you don’t think Piper could hear us too?”

“She’s in Leo's room so I doubt it,” Percy added.

She let out a breath of relief at the statement. She knows I hate her, why would it matter if she heard me talk about it.

Late that night, the thought still pounded at her mind. Why would she care? She wouldn't even care if Piper fell off the ship. But the thought of Piper thinking she genuinely hated being in her presence? Made her stomach turn.

She sighed, turning over in her bed. She had been lying there for at least two hours, just staring up into the darkness. She finally decided to get up and walk down to the dining room. She sat down in the same seat as earlier with a glass of water in her hands. She wasn't even drinking it, she was just staring into the glass, trying to gather her thoughts.

“Oh,” she heard squeaked from the doorway. She looked up to find the girl who had been consuming her thoughts.

She stayed silent, turning her shoulder to her. She heard Piper groan and walk past her to grab an oreo. She glanced up at the girl as she sat across from her at the table.

They made quick eye contact, inviting the daughter of Aphrodite to speak, “I’d go to my room, but I don't want crumbs in my bed.”

“I don't care,” y/n shrugged, rolling her eyes.

Piper bit into her cookie, feeling a slight heat in her cheeks. She looked away from the other girl and just wanted to disappear. They both stayed quiet for several moments until Piper could not take it anymore.

“I know you hate me, y/n.”

She couldn't quite explain what happened to her heart at that moment. It was like it had been shot with an arrow and she was just left to bleed out right there in her chair.

“I don't care that you hate me,” she continued, “you could at least not be a cunt about it.”

Y/N urgently looked up at her, “what did you just call me?”

Piper stood up, throwing the rest of her cookie in the trash. She began walking out of the room before y/n stood in front of her to block the door.

“What did you just call me, Piper?”

“A cunt,” she answered, “that’s exactly how you're acting.” She tried to push past y/n but she didn't budge.

“You cannot be serious,” y/n felt her body tense as she tightened her grip on the door, “you're the one who always starts fights with me.”

“You're the one who provokes it,” Piper got closer to her, too close, “like today at breakfast, or yesterday when you tried to take my dagger-”

“Borrow.”

“Whatever,” she groaned, “you have been nothing but awful to me the entire time we’ve known each other.”

“It’s your fault!”

Piper exasperatedly laughed, “how exactly?”

“You act like you're better than everyone-”

“I do not!”

“You do!” she hollered, “you act like you're different than your siblings, but you're just as self indulgent, only in a different font!” She took a second to breathe before continuing, “and you're always around, like right now, why are we the only one awake at two in the morning.”

“Why don't you tell me, y/n/n?”

“Don't call me that,” she defended.

“You're the one always talking about me,” y/n felt tears in her eyes as she realized Piper did hear her. “I mean, my gods, it's not my fault you're like in love with me!”

Y/N’s entire world collapsed, she was sure time even stopped moving. She finally realized why she felt off every time she saw her. Her breath stopped, “what?”

“What?”

“You’re right.”

Piper’s eyes widened, “what?”

She bit her lip, “I’m in love with you,” she mumbled.

“What?”

“Will you stop saying what!” As she looked up, she finally saw Piper’s gaze soften. She exhaled deeply, “I really like you- and I think that's why I hate you so much.”

Piper smiled, “really?”

“Oh gods, I shouldn't have said that-” she was cut off by pink lips interlocking with hers. She immediately sank into the feeling, her hands traveling up to hold Piper’s jaw.

They both giggled as they separated, “oh my gods,” Piper muttered.

“Oh my gods?” A deeper voice came from the hall. They both turned to find Percy standing in shock, “what-”

“Percy,” y/n blurted, “we were, uhm, talking and then, uhm,” she turned to look at Piper, who was trying to hold in a laugh. “I’m going to bed,” y/n mumbled, rushing off to her room.

“Me too,” the daughter of Aphrodite added, following behind her.

Percy stood still in shock as the girls ran off with their laughter echoing.

As they reached y/n’s room, she turned to look at Piper, “goodnight,” she smiled and began to turn the doorknob.

“Wait,” Piper spoke up, grabbing her hand.

“Hm?” Y/N sounded before their lips met again, this time for longer. Her fingers roamed through the soft tresses of the other girl’s hair.

Piper pulled away first this time, breathing heavily, “night,” she grinned before walking off to her room.

Y/N entered her own room and crashed into the comfort of her bed. Her mind no longer ached at the thoughts that intruded, but now welcomed the images of Piper that found their way into her brain. Eventually, into her dreams.

#piper mclean x reader #piper mclean #heroes of olympus #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson x reader #cabin 10 #daughter of aphrodite #daughter of poseidon #daughter of neptune #cabin 3 #piper mclean x daughter of poseidon #child of poseidon #child of neptune

[ficbrish]

"You were my first."

Rating: Explicit 18+ only!

[AO3 Link]

[Kinktober 2023 prompt thanks to @absurdthirst! October 2nd - Sexual Frustration, Virginity]

[[TW/CW: Cptsd, blood, gore, self-hate, abuse flashback, casual suicide ideation, intense genitalia depiction (imagined), alcohol]]

Summary: Astarion drinks from a person for the first time.

Expansion of the first bite scene in Act 1. The fourth night of their adventure.

[Click here for my other Kinktober one-shots]

Astarion and Vistri trusted each other the least out of everyone else.

They were too much alike, cut from the same cloth and that cloth was absolute bullshit. Something always lurked in their eyes behind carefully crafted smiles. All of their expressions were adornments, masks. Even their movements were costumes. The two of them practically made up their own masquerade ball! Always dancing around flirtatiously, getting under each other's skin, ruffling feathers. 

Vistri knew these things, and she refused to let herself trust Astarion because of it.

So why did it feel like a betrayal to find him looming over her bedroll in the dark? Fangs bared, ready to strike. Ready to take. Her heart plummeted before she even had the chance to process what was happening. She opened her eyes and the sight of him dragged her down into a nostalgic pit.

“Shit,” Astarion jumped back the moment she stirred. He’d fucked up, made a bad call, and now Vistri was going to drive a stake through his heart. The glower on her face said it all. He’d been so close to finally tasting a real person, and now he was doomed to die without ever sating his gnawing hunger.

Gods! If she hadn't stopped him...

“The hells!” she raged, shaking off sleep as she stood.

“No, no—It’s not what it looks like, I swear!” he protested, thinking, Surely, this is the end. Vistri was going to kill him. Or one of the others if he put up a good enough fight.

Vistri scowled. The fear in Astarion’s tone and posture was a mirror. His was the exact sort of song and dance she’d put on whenever she herself got caught; when she wasn’t really sorry about anything other than the discovery. It set her heart racing, and made it ache for some reason.

She spoke with a lump in her throat, “Kind of looks like your second murder attempt from where I’m standing.”

“I wasn’t going to hurt you!” Astarion explained defensively, “I just needed—Well, blood.”

“Blood? You needed my blood? Who?—Oh…”

Somewhere between Darkvision greys and the orange glow of dim firelight, Vistri saw Astarion draped in new colors. Those red eyes, pale skin, and silver hair of his were not signs of fealty to Lolth as she'd thought, but the markings of another dark god. One, no doubt, more worrying. The scar on his neck wasn’t the shadow of an arrow or fork, but the echo of another mouth. His sharp teeth were... It’s not that Vistri didn’t have her suspicions, it’s just that she’d pushed those thoughts to the edges of her mind. She’d literally been blinded by the sunlight!

It was the first time Astarion ever admitted this to another person, his condition. He couldn't even say the word ‘vampire’ out loud, but based on the various looks shifting in and out of Vistri’s expressions, he wouldn't have to, she’d gotten there on her own.

She hadn’t reached for a weapon, but that was subject to change. Astarion swallowed, her pounding pulse as real in his senses as the smell of hot food wafting through a warm breeze. He watched her observe the hunger as it consumed him, drove him mad. His body shook with the signs.

“I can’t believe I didn’t see it…” she muttered, “We even found the boar you snacked on!”

She’d only chosen to go to sleep that night because Astarion had been acting so… so pissy! He'd been equal parts dismissive and condescending that evening whenever they spoke. Vistri thought he didn’t like her much before, but he’d been acting as if he truly hated her—It grated on her nerves! Trance wouldn’t do when its semiconsciousness still left her with a vague awareness of his presence. She needed to get away, and to get away, she slept. Ironic then, how her awareness of him was what roused her now. Gods, she couldn’t get away even when she tried to!

She slapped her forehead, “The pig! Gods I was wondering why you were being such a bitch about the pig!”

Astarion was literally taken aback, “A bitch?—I was not!”

“You just now tried to steal my blood!” she scoffed, “And yes, you have been! All day and evening long!”

“Now, now. Let’s not wake the others.”

Vistri crossed her arms, frowning.

“It’s not what you think—” he said defensively, “I’m not some monster!”

Whether true or not, she could tell he didn’t really believe his own words. Reality was, part of him did and part of him didn’t, and both parts rejected the other. For some reason, it was important to him now that she didn’t believe he was... one of those. For once, Astarion had revealed his dirty secret, and needed Vistri not to let that change anything.

“I feed on animals! Boars, deer, kobolds—” he continued, “Whatever I can get.”

“The latest I recall; I am not a boar or a deer or a kobold.”

Astarion rolled his eyes in desperate frustration, “Yes, exactly! You’re not whatever I can get. You’re what I crave to sink my teeth into!”

Vistri’s breath tripped over her heartbeat and got caught up in its frantic patter.

That wasn’t an unwelcome thought, but… It’s just that he didn’t ask first! It pushed Astarion over into the “unsafe people” category, and she wasn’t allowed to like those people. Shadowheart was right, and Vistri hated him for it as much as she did for finding him ready to prey on her unconscious form.

There was just no going back from that.

“You were looking at me funny last night,” she mused, “This is why you were looking at me like that, wasn’t it?”

He nodded, not breathing.

“Wanted a nibble, did you?” she teased unkindly, holding her fear all the way down in her toes, so as not to risk it slipping into her voice.

“I’m just too slow right now,” he explained with puppy eyes, “Too weak.”

“I’ll say.”

Well, Vistri wasn’t killing him, and now she was starting to act like her usual unserious self. Astarion knew he should really stop there. He was lucky enough to just get where he was now, with her not immediately staking him.

But…

Astarion carefully considered how to phrase his proposal, “If I just had a little blood… I could think clearer. Fight better. Please."

He reminded Vistri of sobering drunks shouting out to bartenders after the pubs had closed. But it was also an ask of her. One that centered on her willingness to give herself away and made her the most important person in his world at that moment. Vistri had an easy answer for those types of inquiries.

She could see the ravenous curse glaring in his eyes. Astarion was all need, and yet he gave her the chance to decide. To be taken, or not?

And what would that be like? If she let him take her? If she just laid back and craned her neck?

No!

Absolutely not! No!

She shut her eyes to think for a moment, almost wishing Shadowheart would stir. Where’s a cleric when you need one most? She could help her say no. Or rather, wouldn’t let Vistri say yes—But she’d be absolutely insufferable about it the whole time!

Vistri fell into Astarion’s eyes the moment she opened hers.

“Gods be damned,” she whined.

“What?”

“Shhhsh! Let me think!”

Astarion’s mind was so consumed by the sight of her throat that he couldn’t come up with a retort. He just swallowed and stared longingly at her.

Gods, he was going to eat her up!

Vistri knew she was already lost, but she still had to fight it. As a last resort, she turned to the tadpoles. Even if she was doomed to give in, she could at least see the moment for what it was. She always considered pushing into someone else’s mind without permission a gross transgression, but if Astarion was willing to take without asking, then the truth was more important than his trust or comfort.

It was as simple as giving in. Vistri reached out to both their tadpoles, blending their minds so she could read his. The door she created only opened one way though. She imagined her mind as an impenetrable abyss. Nothing could breach it. Vistri would peer inside his consciousness without showing him any of her own. She pictured Astarion's mind as a sea, its waters ready to be parted, and dove in.

And as she stole information, memory, the tadpole enacted its own violation, nestling further into her flesh. It touched parts nothing should ever touch and ate things she couldn’t afford to lose. But what would that matter after tonight? Or at the end of their seven days?

“I—What’s this? What’s happening?”

Vistri forced herself to ignore the helplessness in his voice; hold tight onto her regret and push it down. There was no turning back. It already cost too much to catch the faintest glimpse.

She found the most monstrous things inside his head, but Astarion wasn’t the horror. His memories were cracked and quivering, living right at the forefront of his mind. Vistri travelled along their strings and found a hand wrapped around them in the form of dark eyes, commanding him. Feed.

Feed on the rat.

The memory was shame, and it twisted his face. Astarion grimaced as if stabbed, and Vistri hated herself in a way she never had before.

More than a command, that sinister voice was like another brain willing one's body to move. Vistri could feel Astarion's teeth, her teeth, sinking into a struggling rat, body twisting as it shrieked. She choked on the feeling of its fur on her own tongue, as viscerally as if it sat there now. She felt its bones break under her bite. Pangs of disgust and unmet need mixed up together into a particular form of sickness. Astarion was starving, and her rising empathy fueled her rage rather than quelled it. The gnaw at his core was a nightmare Vistri would never forget.

“You ate animals because you were forced to,” she spat bitterly, “Not because you wanted to.”

“I—Yes,” there was no point in denying it after all she’d seen, “Yes, I ate whatever disgusting vermin my master picked.”

Astarion spoke with a wave of vengeful revulsion, his glare and tone defensive wounds that made her stomach hurt to witness. Vistri felt like she wanted to bite someone almost as much as he did. Having nowhere to put it made her restless. So she shook her hands to rid them of magical impulses, a nervous habit of hers, “Fuck!”

“Once again, if we could lower our voices.”

“That’s horrible, Astarion!”

What sort of cruel joke was she playing at? Vistri looked sincere enough, Astarion would give her that, but why on Toril would she care? His brows knotted suspiciously.

He seemed a little confused, but Vistri thought that was understandable. Maybe he didn’t know it was horrible and was hearing it out loud for the first time. She’d been there before herself.

“Believe me, I’m well-acquainted with how horrible it all was.”

Vistri froze. Astarion couldn’t be reading her mind, could he? She pulled out her go-to check for such a spell and conjured a graphic image in her mind’s eye. In as much detail as she could manage, Vistri pictured the biggest, bulgiest, veiniest, drippiest penis she could think of. Nothing pretty about it, just vaguely unsettling and truly shocking. As she held that image, she squinted at Astarion and picked apart every aspect of his expression.

She found only sadness there. Invisible bruises, hit again and again, covered his face once she knew to look for them. There was no hint indicating he shared her conjured horror; only an agonized recollection. It didn’t just absolve him, it made Vistri feel quite terrible for thinking of a horrible penis just then.

And if he was really reading her mind… Well… I’m so sorry.

Without acknowledging her mental apology, Astarion spoke again, “So you can see why I’m slow to trust you.”

Especially if she was going to keep poking around his mind without asking. Astarion had been so ready to be rid of her just to hide the whole vampire thing, and now both that and Cazador were out of the bag in the space of one mistake. His own memories played through her head, and for some reason he couldn’t touch hers at all.

“But I do trust you,” he lied, “And you can trust me.”

Vistri paused, gathered herself, and met his deception with one of her own, “I do. I believe you.”

The grins on their faces hissed like snakes. Neither called it out, willingly entering a folie à deux. Both were desperate to believe the lies they told, each other's and their own. In a fucked up way only the two of them could manage, it turned into its own type of trust. It wasn’t real, but it was there.

For as long as they both agreed on its existence.

“Thank you,” Astarion sounded genuine and even tipped his head.

Vistri nodded back, you’re welcome.

But Astarion wasn’t done yet. The ache still rumbled through him, making his mouth water.

“Do you think you could trust me just a little further?” he asked carefully with a flourish of his hand.

Vistri raised her brows.

“I only need a taste,” he cajoled, “I swear.”

The pounding in her ears started up again. He offered a thrill she’d never tried before. A vampire. People usually didn’t come back from one of those bites, did they? It was never only just a taste, was it?

“Fine. But not a drop more than you need,” she agreed despite her best intentions.

Astarion sounded a bit shocked, “Really? I—Of course.”

The fact that even he was surprised Vistri said yes was a red flag she was fully aware of. She was very aware. If magic whispered under her skin, self-destructive impulses shouted through it.

“Not one drop more,” he promised, elation breaking through his measured voice. He still couldn’t believe she said yes; that it had been that easy. No one had ever known him for what he was and offered themselves anyway. Maybe he didn’t have to get rid of her after all.

Maybe he didn’t want to.

For Vistri, it was the ultimate moment of truth. She was either someone important enough to spare, or this would be her final night. Astarion would either take only as much as she gave, or use her up completely. It was a true test of value; who they were to each other, and who they were as people.

“Let’s make ourselves comfortable, shall we?” Astarion offered smoothly, inviting her back to her bedroll with a gesture. If she came to him willing, there was no reason the moment couldn't be a nice one for the both of them. He had no idea what he was doing and found a certain comfort in the familiar role of hospitality.

Vistri glared at him, reading his genuine attempt at kindness as a sort of gloating insincerity. She mumbled as she settled down, “Could have started out this way if you weren’t such a bitch about that boar.”

“I was not!—You’re ruining the atmosphere now, darling.”

“Atmosphere? We’re in the dirt trying not to wake our companions who are also in the dirt.”

Astarion raised a brow, more amused at her antics than vexed, “Bit more premium than the mud, at least. Now lie back.”

They were going to try this again, with her permission this time. Vistri laid back in her bedroll fully prepared for death. She knew her worth and was ready to surrender to it.

Dirt.

Vistri was dirt. Whatever was about to happen would validate that, and it excited her enough to feel something as much as it choked her.

“I’ll haunt you,” she said.

“What?”

“If you kill me. I’ll haunt you.”

“Right.”

As Astarion crawled over Vistri, all he could think was, finally. The pulse in her throat called to him, reaching towards his like a siren diva. A completely brand-new ecstasy was his to savor, and he kept waiting for someone to snatch it away before he could have a taste. Like always.

Still, he waited. Unwilling to cross a line that would make him lose his prize. He let out a low groan, almost a growl, in anticipation of her signal.

Vistri tried to blink away the warmth that spread over her as he hovered above her. It wouldn’t go away.

She gave up and closed her eyes, making a silent bet with herself, “Go on.”

Astarion lunged forward and pierced her neck so fast it was like the punctuation to her sentence.

Vistri anticipated teeth, not mouth. Turns out his fangs were only there for puncture. The rest of it was all lips and tongue and throat. She knew there would be pain, but it was quick and sharp before throbbing into numbness. It was a strange sensation, but not overall unpleasant.

Their life forces seemed to merge at his bite. He flowed into her and through her as he took, like two rivers meeting at a frothing current. Vistri's breath would be rough and laborious if she wasn’t working so intently to be still and quiet.

Good, little prey.

Her heart beat out such a rapid, panicked tune; fighting helplessly in her chest as she gave herself to him with nothing less than a death wish. Astarion longed painfully for a moment like this for two terrible centuries, and it was so much better than he ever dared to dream. Her dragon blood was cool on his tongue, like frosted cream. The silver scales on her face had piqued his curiosity, he’d wondered before how she tasted. Now he was blessed with the knowledge, he was lost in it. Astarion didn’t exist anymore. Just the need.

He swallowed her down.

Vistri began to think that maybe she should probably stop him.

Probably.

Or she could let him continue. Give in entirely until she was all gone…

Astarion never wanted to stop. All performance was cast aside, abandoned with no grace. The only thing left in control was his cursed nature. His tongue eagerly lapped up the blood against her neck with no sign of stopping.

She let him do as he pleased. Wanted to disappear between his lips. Vistri couldn’t tell if there was something narcotic in his bite, or if that was just…

Gods, please don’t let that just be him. She felt her knees shiver, and almost let Astarion have his way.

Then another thought suddenly shouted above all the others. Maybe he couldn’t control himself. He’d said he trusted her, and if that wasn’t a lie, then perhaps he meant for her to stop him before he lost them both.

“That’s enough,” she reluctantly sighed.

Her voice reached Astarion through the dreamy fog.

“Mhh?” he moaned, yes?

He was still lapping her up as he answered, and his question broke over her skin. Vistri twitched and he mistook it for pain.

Excusing himself, he tore away from the bliss of her neck with a courteous, “Oh, of course.”

A chill came over her as his body left hers. The continued pounding of Vistri's heart grounded her in the reality that she was still alive. She’d survived Astarion's favor. Pressing her hand against the wound to stop the bleeding, she felt a sort of glee wash over her.

Standing across from each other, their chests rose and fell. Wanting more.

“That—” his words faltered, overcome by a mixture of ecstatic satisfaction and lingering bloodlust.

Vistri’s stomach flipped. Renewed vigor was palpable in his very energy, and a genuine smile spread over his gloomy face.

“That was…”

She watched him appreciatively smell the mess left on his lips. Then again delight in her taste, sucking his fingers clean of all remnants, one by one.

“Amazing.”

He wore an even wider smile. Everything Vistri was swirled inside her like strong wind.

“My mind is finally clear,” he continued, “I feel strong. I feel…" He took a deep, smiling breath, "Happy!”

That was the first time Vistri ever saw Astarion take such a complete deep breath. She learned that his shoulders sat naturally lower than she previously thought.

And this was her effect on him. Her blood in his veins.

Something about that made her want to taste him right back.

But she refused to give that urge any attention, and spoke to shake it off, “I’m looking forward to seeing you fight.”

He was grateful to her for rooting the moment in something they could actually discuss. Even if he wanted to share every detail that went into the descriptor of amazing, Astarion wasn’t sure he could put into words what this meant to him.

“Shouldn’t take long,” he smirked, “So many people need killing.”

And Vistri wasn’t one of them.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me,” he bowed, “You’re invigorating, but I need something more filling.”

It was true, Astarion was plagued with a lingering hunger, having abided by the bounds of Vistri's consent and stopping before he was satisfied. But what really set his feet jittering was the real weight of all these brand-new feelings. No wonder Cazador kept his spawn apart from thinking prey. Even a little taste of all that life brought back so much of what he’d stolen. 

“Wait!” Vistri called out as he turned to strut away into the forest.

They bumped into each other as he twirled back around.

“Sorry,” they both said.

Astarion stepped back. She didn’t.

“Um,” she gestured at her face, “You have…”

He could feel her breasts brushing against his chest, and blinked as if that would help him to ignore it.

“What?” he asked quite shortly.

With an unsure gesture, Vistri reached up to his mouth. Even though she went slowly, questioningly, it was faster than explaining. At least in her current, near-speechless state. She asked with her eyes if she could get closer, and he answered with his own to inch closer, even though they were narrowed and suspicious.

Astarion jumped slightly at her touch but allowed Vistri to wipe her finger along the corner of his grin.

“Little bit of blood,” she murmured, and cleared her throat.

She held up her smeared finger in demonstration, and Astarion had to stop himself from grabbing it and licking it clean.

“Oh,” he said, “My, my! I have made a mess, haven’t I?”

Vistri didn’t know what to say, so she mirrored his smirk. But she didn’t want to just stand there smiling like someone thick, so she rushed herself to say something clever. Which came out thick, “Nothing that takes more than a little wipe.”

He had no idea what she was talking about and just needed to leave, “Right. Well—”

She was standing so close. He could still sense her pulse, smell the blood clotting on her neck. The demons inside him were screaming to tear her apart. Astarion had to get away, but he was held in place.

Vistri was looking at him with such a mix of emotion that it made her a riddle.

Why didn’t she stake him? Why did she let him sup? Trust him at the risk of her life?

Astarion’s eyes travelled from her neck to her lips. Now that he’d had a taste of her throat, he found himself desperately curious about all her other parts.

His stare made Vistri tremble even more than she had in the gods’ damned mind flayer pod! Which was ridiculous! She’d long ago sworn off aristocratic types. The fourth night into an illithid transformation was not the right time to fall of that wagon!

“Off you go!” she playfully pushed Astarion towards the trees, needing him out of sight. She'd normally leave herself, but had nowhere else to go besides her bedroll a few paces from where they now stood.

He obliged, but suddenly turned once more to thank her. Which crashed them into each other again.

This time, they both took a big leap back. Instead of apologizing, they shared a brief look and let out a pressure value-laugh.

Astarion became serious for a moment. His voice sounded softer and stronger than she knew it could be.

“This is a gift, you know. I won’t forget it.”

If she answered with more sincerity, they'd both choke.

“Wouldn’t dare let you,” she smirked.

He returned it, then left Vistri alone to nurse her aching neck.

She could still feel his mouth on her skin, and her breathing hadn’t yet stilled. Shit. Now that Astarion was out of sight, she felt her bones calling him back. Vistri shut her eyes tight, willing the wanting to go away.

If it was kind, it would just go away.

There was something bittersweet about how the raw power Astarion now harnessed depended on Vistri’s kindness. A proper hunt would surely be more satisfying. The woods were full of treasure, but they felt empty. So many bodies slumbered in the shadows, but the one he truly sought was in the other direction.

It didn’t matter that she was the first person he ever drank from and had nothing to compare her to. Perhaps it was instinct, but he already knew that nothing else out there could match the fine, exquisite vintage that was her.

Astarion explained it away as just the dragon blood. It wasn’t tied to that drow at all.

It couldn’t be.

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Big moment, that following morning was. Pleasantly enough, none of the others tried to drive a stake through Astarion’s heart upon learning his true nature. Nor did Vistri suddenly change her mind and call for a mob. She even stood up for him. Showed a suspicious amount of understanding.

But that’s how she’d always survived.

A bit of kindness tinged with charm, and lying back, goes a long way.

Astarion seemed the happiest that Vistri had ever seen him. Although, to be fair, they’d journeyed together less than a tenday, and not under the most pleasant circumstances. She’d seen him smile, but not like that. Not like the way he’d been smiling since—

His lips on her neck…

“Augh!” Vistri exclaimed, walking unannounced into Shadowheart’s tent, “I feel like a ripe pile of shit!”

“Were you raised in a barn?!” Shadowheart cried, startled and put out by her new friend’s sudden appearance.

“No, the Underdark—But that’s not important right now,” Vistri answered, too obsessed at the moment to exchange a bit of back and forth, “We don’t have time for an ethics debate.”

“An ethics debate? You just barged into my tent!”

“Because I needed to talk to you!” she explained, as if that answered everything sufficiently.

“I swear, if you hadn’t saved my life…”

“I know, I know! I’m insufferable. Do you have wine?”

“It is just passed sunrise.”

“Yes, and I’m very thirsty.”

Somehow, Shadowheart’s exasperated refusal to indulge her self-destructive habits prompted Vistri to spill everything. How she never felt anything.

How much she felt last night.

“You like the vampire?”

Vistri looked as if Shadow had just spat in her face, and protested, “I do not!”

While she had her crisis at Shadowheart, Astarion was literally skipping through the woods. He couldn’t remember a day where he felt better than he did this morning. With her blood flowing through him, giving back life.

Was this what it felt like to be Vistri? he found himself musing, watching the dapple of shadows dance across his hands as the sunlight trickled through the trees.

Which was a very ironic conclusion for him to draw, considering that she was just now sobbing wildly on Shadowheart’s awkward shoulder.

But Vistri never let him inside her mind despite pushing into his, not after that first initial taste; when they met on the ground in his arms, while his blade pressed into her. Too much was happening then for Astarion to really notice anything, and he only felt a hint of someone else before she instinctually shut her mind off from his. They’d shared a memory, but it was like the directions of a play read aloud, not the feelings of an actor emoted through their eyes.

It piqued his curiosity now that he spent a little time in her company. Had a taste of her.

And like a cat discovering a closed door, he was suddenly possessed by the need to pry it open.

Turns out, things were working out for Astarion better than he could have ever imagined. He could get used to his luck turning around like this. Not only did the rest of his companions accept that he was a vampire without much complaint, Vistri offered to let him feed again.

Before he accepted, it was important for Astarion to make clear that nothing would ever happen again without her say so. He could be better than Cazador ever was—wanted to be better.

“I shall wait patiently until you suggest we… dine together.”

Vistri could feel heat rising in her face. Cheesy little comments of his like that previously grated on her nerves, and now she wanted to giggle.

What the fuck was wrong with her? Did she really want him? Could she really… imagine that as a possibility?

“But until then: No more late-night surprises, you have my word on that,” he promised. Rather sincerely, actually.

It was probably due to some vampiric thrall she must be under, but Vistri decided to trust his words. Every night could be its own test, and a sick part of her hoped he’d break his vow. That he’d prove it was all good to be true; show her who she really was. Prove that neither of them were worth it.

“Thank you,” she said, biting her lip, “And if you don’t mind, I have a vow of my own to exchange.”

“Oh?”

“Pushing into your mind… I wasn’t sure if you were going to kill me, but in finding out, I also… That was for you to save or tell. Not for me to find out. Not like that. I swear I’ll never do it again. Not without asking first.”

Astarion looked a bit devastated; shook it off with a smirk, and then said, “We’re even.”

Vistri was taken aback, “Even?”

“I've only tried to stab you when we first met, and bite you while you’ve slept. A little wriggling around with my mind worm… Well, you’re not better than me after all! In fact, you’re just like me.”

She smiled and looked at her feet, “I wouldn’t go as far as that.”

Even the teasing mention of closeness was too much for Vistri to endure, and she hated him for it.

So of course she didn’t want to appear too eager! She waited a whole other day before proposing another late-night snack. Astarion took it to be a reward for his good behavior; not coming back for seconds before he was asked.

The anticipation ate at them even worse after they agreed it would happen that night, and it itched at them all day. Unfortunately, Astarion was a bit of a stress-eater, and quite literally bit off more than he could chew with a large bear that evening before they met up. Draining it just barely replaced what he'd lost, which left him punch drunk and dizzy from his own bloodlessness. Their fun was put off for another night.

Much to the vexation of both.

He didn’t want to wake her that second time, not because he didn’t want her to be present, but because he was doing his best not to be an inconvenience. Vistri wasn’t offended either; he was so obviously sure he was doing her a favor. Oh, but she wanted to be awake for it! Not asleep, not in trance, but there feeling his—

Shit. Bad thoughts! No, no, no.

It was nothing. He meant nothing. She was nothing but a source of sustenance. Vistri had a purpose, and that was that.

She was food.

But then… So was that bandit earlier. Now he was food. Astarion drunk him dry with little grace. Ripped his screaming throat from out of his neck, and the spray went everywhere! Tonight he would gently creep up to her in the dark, at her behest, and take only a little while trying his best not to cause her to stir. It was quite the contrast.

That bandit was a meal. Vistri was a treat.

Then what was this even all for?

Vistri shooed away her curiosity before it meant she had to answer that question herself.

Waiting impatiently in her bedroll, eyes shut tight, Vistri could feel her heart pounding as if it was berating her for their present circumstances.

Oh, hush! she thought, arguing back.

This wasn’t her best performance, pretending to be in the midst of trance as she was. Her focus was elsewhere, searching for his presence through her pores. Her mind froze when Astarion finally began to approach. Even without seeing, she knew he was there; could feel his proximity before he touched her. The very air changed around him, like a storm cloud. Her senses filled with something herbal and sweet, then brandy and heat as his chest crept over hers.

She held her breath, even though deep breathing was the telltale sign of trance. Vistri thought he caught her, sensing him pause for a moment. Then she reasoned she was probably making that up.

But she didn’t. He did pause. Not because he noticed she wasn’t breathing, but because he still wasn’t quite sure this was all really happening. Not just some mad trick of the tadpole.

He swallowed and let himself lean carefully down, until his body pressed into hers. He could feel her heart beating frantically, but in his distraction, it didn’t give her away. Astarion just took it as a sign she was alive. That this really was all real.

His lips met her neck before his fangs. Vistri held back a shiver, taking a deep breath against it. She stifled a moan as one hummed quietly in Astarion’s throat. She could feel it vibrate on hers, neck to neck. Feel her life and power flow into him and through him. Power. Pleasure.

It was palpable.

Astarion’s tongue moved against her skin, swallowing her.

She even lost herself for a moment. As her mind flew blissfully away, her fingers, those sluts, found their way up into his curls.

Her hands grasped the sides of his head. Vistri wasn’t trying to push him away, she just needed to brace herself against the loss of gravity. Astarion didn’t even notice at first. It just felt like part of the whole thing. It was her sudden movement as she jerked them back that brought his attention to her wakefulness.

“Are you not in your trance?” he asked in the crook of her neck.

“No,” she answered with her eyes still closed, “Do you want me to be?”

She was truly the most curious thing to him. Was she pretending to be in a trance to please him? While allowing him to drink from her? Who does that? Astarion smirked, shaking his head, “I thought you’d prefer…”

Vistri opened her eyes and looked into his. She’d been warned her whole life about elves with red eyes.

“No, I—” she blushed, “I mean, it’s quite fun. Is it not?”

“It is?”

Curiouser and curiouser.

She nodded.

“Well, that’s nice to hear.”

“Do you want to-?” Vistri gestured to her neck.

“Right, yes,” Astarion said, clearing his throat. Regaining his cool, he slyly suggested, “Why don’t you crawl into my lap?”

Vistri couldn’t breathe.

Her non-answer was a glorious victory. Astarion could tell he had an effect, a sway over her somehow. He tilted his head back, smiling with confidence, “You do want it, don’t you?”

Lightheaded, Vistri gave in and sat across his knees. Grinning, Astarion grabbed her up into his arms and dipped her dramatically with a slight growl. Vistri giggled, too loudly, and he cupped a hand over her mouth.

He shushed her, “Be still now.”

First, he brought his lips back to her throat. Then his tongue. Then his fangs.

A moan escaped Vistri this time. One, warm hand cradled the back of her neck as he drank from the front of it.

He promised it would be just a taste, and it was just a taste. She didn’t even have to hold him back this time. Astarion stopped on his own accord, before she was ever in any real danger.

When she opened her eyes, Astarion had stars in his. Just a little bit of her, and he was an entirely new person.

Self-satisfied, Vistri grinned, “You’re welcome.”

Sitting up, her head swayed forward like a drunkard and almost smashed into his skull.

“Oh, there you go,” he muttered, steadying her.

Vistri looked up at him, her face so close to his. “I’m okay,” she answered before he could ask.

“Don’t try to get up just yet. You’ll take another tumble, and who knows if I’m feeling generous enough to catch you again.”

“Bastard,” she laughed weakly.

Vistri could smell her blood on his breath. She inhaled deeply, closing her eyes so the only thing in existence was the scent lingering between them. She couldn’t imagine liking this so much with anyone el—She shot up so fast, suddenly standing to escape those thoughts.

“Careful!”

Astarion must have been feeling generous because he caught her a second time.

“Oops,” she said, embarrassed.

“You ought to take better care of yourself, darling. I’m invested now.” Funny thing, that wasn't even a lie. He'd never met someone like her before.

Vistri met his grin with performative suspicion, “How heartening.”

Astarion's eyes followed the words as they bounced off her lips. He smiled realizing they were perfectly painted instead of washed clean.

She either swayed or leaned closer. Even Vistri couldn't tell if it was blood loss or an intentional inching of her feet.

“You look a bit peaked,” Astarion said nervously.

“Yes,” Vistri sighed, standing so near, “Off to bed I go.”

Even the air between them pounded. They stayed very still. His breath turned into her breath.

Then Astarion broke the spell, stepping back with narrowed eyes, “Sweet dreams, then.”

“Sweet dreams.”

But there were no dreams.

Just forbidden thoughts that ran endlessly through their minds, until even their muscles ached.

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[shankschewtoy]

OMG OKAY SO- I SINCERELY APOLOGIZE FOR THE CAPSLOCK BUT I JUST THOUGHT OF THIS WHILE I WAS DOING THE DISHES—

How would the worst gen trio react to fanservice scenes of the reader? More specifically: the typical anime onsen scene. aka those japanese(??) baths where it's steamy and stuff).

AND IN ADDITION: the writers and authors for the anime are aware of how large the 'simping for the crimson reaper' fandom is so they decided to make a call out in the scene where the characters, in ckuding reader, look at the camera when they mention that reader has a lot of worshippers even as a pirate(?). HOW WOULD THE WORST GEN TRIO REACT TO THAT?? BECAUSE I LITERALLY BEGAN LAUGHING LIKE A HYENA WHEN MY BRAIN SUDDENLY THOUGHT OF THIS WHILE DOING THE DISHES :'DDDDD

— yours truly, also a eustass kid simp anon 🥀

a/n - NO DW ABT CAPS I YELL ALOT ANYWAY 💀 damn maybe I should do dishes so I’d have good ideas 😭 oh. My. GOD. YES OML I- I CHOKED ON MY WATER WHEN I READ OVER THIS- TY KID SIMP ANON YOU’RE THE BEST

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, worst gen trio live together in an apartment

Law

- oh he was doing COMPLETELY fine while watching op with a cup of water in his hand

- He took a sip, closing his eyes and sighing with how nice the ice cold water felt

- Once he reopened them, he spit it out, clutching his throat while coughing and wheezing

- On-screen, he saw you in nothing but a towel on!

- law.exe has stopped working

- He almost had to call the ambulance because he was choking so badly 💀

- he was literally struggling to turn the tv off, dropping it and the remote accidentally turning up the volume (pls this is so horrible 😭 I’m so sorry law)

- he was literally dying, figuratively and- literally because he’s having absolutely no luck with trying to stop coughing

- The volume was so fucking loud

- OF COURSE IT WAS A SCENE WITH YOU IN A BATHROOM WITH ALMOST NO CLOTHES ON

- The sounds in this scene were also- kind of questionable

- He literally was banging the floor, trying to drink more water to help himself not die such a stupid death

- “Trafalgar Law, death by water”

- no he wouldn’t ever allow that to happen

- then suddenly, he saw that you and the other characters turned straight towards the camera

- “So uh… I guess I have a lot of worshippers?? I’m a pirate guys..” You said with an awkward look in your eyes

- You had an abundance of fan letters right beside you, and this was one of those special edition episodes

- Law was so- red

- He was freaking out SO MUCH

- At the same time, he loves you so much. But then feels so stupid for falling in love with a fictional character 😭

- The TV was so loud that when Luffy and Kid barged through the door, they immediately asked questions

- “Why are you groaning Torao?!” -Luffy

- “Is that you or the TV…?” -Kid (kid this is the one time I’m gonna say you did smth good :)

- Law turned bright red. And I mean BRIGHT red

- he threw himself across the floor like a worm, grabbing the remote while wheezing

- he kept pressing the button to turn the TV off to no avail

- “DAMN IT!”

- He yelled, slamming his fist into the remote, finally getting it to turn off

- He was breathing so heavily, his heart pounding from stress, fear, and embarrassment

- He almost died choking on his own water, because of seeing his fictional crush in a bath scene 💀

- Luffy and Kid looked at each other with the same look in their eyes

- “YOU’RE A SIMPPPPPPP!” They both cheered, making fun of him to no end

- they were like little kids saying “na na na na na” around Law

- he had a headache before, but now he thinks he has brain damage from these two 😭

- he secretly saved that episode for.. later purposes you could say 👀

Kid

- he usually watches one piece while tinkering with some of his new machines, he likes listening to your voice in the background

- It helps him work lol

- all of the sudden, he heard water noises, so he turned to the tv out of curiosity of what was happening

- maybe you were fighting someone again?

- his eyes went wide, and he dropped his hammer into his foot, making him start screaming like a madman

- “FUCK- DAMMIT FUCKING- OW-“

- He was hopping around on one foot for a long time after that

- when he finally calmed himself down, he went straight towards the tv as fast as he could

- You were in nothing but a towel, your feet hanging in the warm water of the hot springs

- Steam making your skin almost glisten with the lighting

- Kid had to swallow hard, and he swore to himself, he better not be getting turned on by a literal anime scene

- he was almost frozen in time

- you turned towards the screen, literally staring right at him which made him turn bright red like his hair

- his foot was throbbing from his injury earlier, but this was obviously more important 🙄

- “Wow- that’s a lot of.. People who like me- guys I’m a pirate you know right?? Not exactly the best person ever-“

- Kid was about to punch his face to see if this episode was real-

- it literally seemed like you were staring right at him as you were talking!

- he clenched his fist, getting ready to punch his face as he closed his eyes, then swinging his fist quickly

- it flew just in front of his face, hitting the tv in front of him, making it completely shatter and fall into the ground

- He was wondering why he didn’t even feel a single ounce of pain, he swore he swung pretty hard..

- He opened his eyes and then realized, he fucked up

- “GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!”

- He screamed, grabbing his red tufts of fluffy hair with stress

- When Law came downstairs to see what all the commotion was about, his eyes widened

- “You broke the fucking tv????”

- “WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE GENIUS?!”

- “MEATTTTT!” *snores*

- “...the fuck?” -Kid/Law

- Law made Kid buy a new one since he’s the one who broke it

- and Law also told him to watch those types of scenes on his phone and not on the tv

- man was so angry at Law for telling him that, but also the most tomato colored man on earth

- kid now watches one piece only on his phone, in his room, and with headphones on so no one will disturb him

- and also to prevent the risk of having to buy another tv

- also to avoid arguing with Luffy over what show to watch

- 😭

Luffy

- Luffy managed to convince both of his roommates to watch this special episode of one piece with him

- Man was so excited he got out the meat too-

- Law and Kid didn’t mind the episode so far, until it got to a bath scene (which pretty much every classic anime has-)

- Luffy picked his nose, not even paying attention to what was going on

- “Ugh.. This is kinda boring, I thought I’d get to see y/n fighting-!”

- He started to shout before he saw you in only a towel, nothing more

- he didn’t drop his meat, but he stopped mid-bite, his mouth already wrapping around the entire bone

- Kid and Law looked down at him with a deadpan expression

- No one talked for at least 4 minutes

- they were all frozen in the same position for so long that luffy’s meat was going cold

- he then noticed that your eyes stared straight into his, almost as if you were standing right in front of him

- his eyes went wide, and you went in to explain, “Wow- that’s a lot of.. People that like me? guys. I’m evil.”

- Luffy jumped out of his seat and started to tackle the tv

- “No! You’re amazing y/n! You’re super powerful and everything! I still wanna fight you! You’re not evil!”

- He screamed, wrapping his legs around the tv

- “DUMBASS YOU’RE GONNA BREAK IT!” -kid

- Kid had to run forward, making Law try to pry Luffy off the tv while Kid held it upright as much as he could

- “LET GO OF ME TORAO I’M EXPLAINING SOMETHIN’”

- “THEN GET OFF THE TV!” -Law

- He went on a rant, and even after the episode was already done, he was listing all the reasons of why he looks up to you and why he literally thinks you’re so amazing 😭

- when the scene started, it was 5pm

- it was now 8pm.

- Law and Kid beat his ass afterwards 💀

a/n - pls I swear this was so funny 😭 tysm kid simp anon you’re amazing as always 🥺

<3

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[haileymunson]

eddie munson with specific fem!readers

a/n: okay so here’s my take on eddie with specific readers. this is all over the place but i hope you enjoy! send me asks for more specific readers and i’ll make a pt. 2! also NSFW warning because yes ;)

cheerleader!reader

will come to shitty basketball and football games he barely cares about just to see you cheer

will come to your cheer meets and cheer practice to discreetly read his fantasy novels or plan his dnd campaigns but really is distracted by you

loves to see you twirl, prance, and dance in your outfit

jeez when you bend over to grab you pom poms he’s like obviously looking

if he’s at a campaign or meeting he’ll pick you up after games or practice

will get you food afterwards and pig out at his trailer, watching some random movie before he fucks you in his bedroom with nothing but that adorable little skirt on

loves to watch you do your hair in cute ponytails or pigtails just to tug on them while your choking on him or pounding you from behind

likes to tie the ribbons in your hair for you if you let him

no one expects either of you to be together, the cheerleader with great grades and incredibly pretty to be with the town “freak”

luckily neither of you care, especially you

you think his charisma, charm, confidence, ability to make you laugh, and kindness are what you really love about him

definitely in love with his hair

you don’t care for jason, even as he’s your best friend chrissy’s boyfriend

on the other hand your eddie hates jason (as he should)

nerd!reader / shy!reader

at first you didn’t really talk to anyone much, just sitting in the cafeteria, common areas, or in the library doing homework, reading, or eating

you’d caught eddie’s eye one day in senior year, after sitting next to you for weeks and noticing how smart you were

he’d asked you to help him and tutor him so he could finally graduate

you’d both seen each other since freshman year, stealing glances from each other, friendly greetings, and waves but never really having full blown conversations with each other

you agreed to help him graduate since you had many other classes with him

after school and sometimes during lunch you’d both go to the library and study

he noticed how noticed how nervous he could make you

whenever he’d scoot closer to you, your elbows, arms, or thighs touching each other he loved seeing you get flustered, a blush forming on your cheeks

if you were saying something you’d start stuttering lol

“stop looking at me like that,” you say as you avoid his gaze

“like what?” this mf knows what he’s doing

after studying will invite you to his meetings or to his trailer

will try his best to be the most theatrical and funny person, but won’t try to draw any unwanted attention towards you since you get very nervous and anxious when you’re the center of attention

despite his hatred for romance and comedies, and would rather watch scary, action, sci-fi, or fantasy, he’d let you watch them with him after a long study session

will bring you snacks at his trailer if he notices it’s been a while since you’ve eaten

loves to see you read comics or talk about nerdy things

will binge watch the Star Wars movies with you 1000%

if you already know how to play dnd his heart would literally burst because he knows he found his soulmate

if you want to learn he’s more than excited to teach you because he’d love to have you play with him and his friends

and more importantly, see you in his hellfire shirt would literally make him combust

no thoughts just my pretty friend wearing my shirt no big deal

it takes a lot for him to finally ask you out, but once he knows you feel the same way about him, he’s ecstatic to finally be yours

the glasses stay on during sex thank you very much

no matter how long you’ve been together it’s so easy for him to make you flustered or nervous, in a good way though

bookstore, library, diner, cafe, and park dates

loves to see you branch out of your comfort zone and talk to people, but will be right behind you if your social battery is low or you’re ready to leave ASAP

loves seeing you wear fandom or pop culture t shirts if your favorite movies and shows

goth!reader / alternative!reader

first off i’d like to say this man you be head over heels for you

with you being the only “odd” people in hawkins, he really loves your similarities in style and overalls personality

will let you paint his nails black

although you’re more goth/alternative and he’s more heavy rock/metal, your dynamic is superior

would love to take you to music stores to get vinyl and tapes

will 100000% make mixtapes with you and you both share songs you think y’all would like

you both have absolutely gorgeous vinyl and cassette tape collections and setups

your rooms are pretty similar, but yours is more black

would definitely take you to concerts and music festivals

would nearly faint on stage EVERY TIME he sees you in the crowd of his concerts

loves your makeup and likes to watch you do your makeup

wants you to our eyeliner on him for concerts

sharing band tees

loves to go to alternative stores to get accessories and clothes together

if you like leather prepare for bondage >:)

likes when you choke him with your long black nails

i feel like this eddie is a switch, and loves when you dom him

hyperfem!reader / girly!reader

i feel like this reader could also be a cheerleader if you want, but i lowkey wanted to make a separate one for the non-cheer but feminine girlies

your room is either bright pink or various pastels

loves how cute and girly you are

cafe, mall, movies, diner, boutique, picnic, and park dates

also the dynamic is goals because the girly girl with a metal head is >>>>

literally loves watching you do your makeup and your hair

will let you paint his pinky nail or all his nails, but only if you have dark colors

if you only have bright pastels, pink on his lil pinkies

likes to get you cute little stuffed animals with his cologne sprayed on them

lives for your pink panties or white paints with a little bow on them

you showed him you panties with his name embroidered on them and you literally saw stars that night because of it

spoiled mf rotten

might steal for you lol

loves getting you jewelry

candlelit bubble baths and oil massage date nights

lowkey enemies with your tiny purse dog

wants to go to your nail and hair appointments

is more of a dom with this reader

pls if you have a dom or daddy kink he will be a huge tease but literally encourage the fuck out of it

tomboy!reader / masc!reader

*NOT MALE READER

loves seeing you wear his clothes

honestly the both of you dress the same, you’re just not into the metal clothing

you’re more into oversized and baggy clothing

leather, black, and chains though too

lowkey can be a switch more than a dom or sub, but can be anyone you prefer

will do your skincare and hair care routine with him (after begging him to stop using regular soap for his face a 3-in-1 for his hair)

i feel like this reader could be into skating, even more if she’s a mayfield!reader and lives in the same trailer park with eddie. if you’re into skating he loves watching you and you teach him how to skate with you

would teach you how to play his guitar

cute dates at the mall, concerts, diners, fairs, and the movies

#eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x sinclair!reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #joseph quinn #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson headcanons

[fortheloveofbuddie]

Eddie's first grey hairs please

Hi anon! 🫶

I personally LOVE this one uggggh, like I’m going feral over the thought of Eddie (and Ryan) having grey hairs 🤤 (as is probably evident in the snippet below 😂)

Ask me about my wips 💌

Eddie had always been sexy but the thought of him with specks of grey mixed in with the dark brown only made him look even more attractive. It was almost unfair. Especially because the few strands that he had now were barely visible. Once the first streak sets in, Buck wouldn’t be able to control himself.

Who was he kidding?

He was already seconds away from losing control now.

“Yes” Eddie grumbled unhappily and folded his arms across his chest, muscles bulging beneath his tight LAFD t-shirt. “It makes me look old and tired and I don’t want to feel like that”

This is almost too much.

“Old and tired aren’t exactly the words that I would use” Buck had to contain himself.

Eddie snorted, waving his hand nonchalantly around his head, gritting his teeth a little. “Then what would you call it then?” He asked, genuine curiosity in his words as he turned to look at Buck, who was on the verge of combusting on the spot.

They haven’t even kissed before but by god, Buck wanted Eddie to know just how much this turned him on. And he could feel his waistband already starting to tighten, his cock slowly becoming half hard the more riled up about this Eddie seemed to get.

Without hesitation, he hooked his fingers in the belt loops and pulled Eddie flush against his chest, painfully aware of the heat surging throughout his entire body, now pressing against Eddie’s thigh.

“I would call it fucking hot, Eddie. Do you have any idea how much it turns me on? I can’t believe that you’ve been acting like this because of a few grey hairs when it literally has the opposite effect” Buck murmured, confidence almost radiating off him as he traced his hand up from Eddie’s waist, to his chest, to the side of his neck and finally, into his hair, admiring the grey hairs.

Eddie sputtered, unable to find his words as Buck’s half hard cock pressed against his thigh. “I-… I think I have an idea of how much it turns you on” He managed to stammer out, glancing down between them before locking eyes with Buck, the blue in his eyes almost replaced by complete blackness.

“What are you gonna do about it?” Buck questioned, gently tugging a little at Eddie’s hair, watching his mouth falling agape like a puppet on a string. “Or would you rather hear what I’d like you to do me?”

Eddie’s heart was pounding against his chest, the reality of the moment slowly sinking in as his lips almost instinctively connected with Buck’s in a deep, heated kiss, not wanting to waste another second.

His lips were warm and soft, tasted a little like beer but so much like Buck and that was exactly what Eddie had been craving for the past five years. When he pulled away from him, it was only to catch his breath, before he quickly came back for more, unable to stay away and his hands made their way to Buck’s hips, pulling him closer. “What do you want me to do to you, Buck?”

#buddie #buddie fic #im completely normal about this #no im not sushsjsksk #it does…things to me #buck x eddie

[merlinsbudgiesmugglers]

15 for tedromeda if you please!!

Haha I couldn't resist the Tedromeda

#15 - A kiss because I have literally been watching you all night and I can’t take anymore

Kiss Ask Meme

Andromeda hurried along the deserted hallway, the candles flickering shadows across the ancient stone as she took a hidden path to the Slytherin common room.

‘All right, Black?’

Whirling around sharply, Andromeda could just make out the figure at the other end of the hallway, her heart pounded in her chest, but whether from fear or anticipation, she wasn’t sure.

His eyes had been following her all evening, every time she dared to turn in his direction, he was watching her. She tried to ignore it, tried to smile politely with whichever Ministry worker it was that wanted to have a Black working in their department. Tried to laugh at the jokes that her friends made. Clenched her fist so hard she was left with small crescent moons indented in her palm when she forced herself to keep her mouth shut when Lucius made a comment about Slughorn going soft if he was starting to invite mudbloods. 

The party had been far from wrapping up, but Andromeda couldn’t take it anymore. The artifice of it all made her sick. Well-connected people offering jobs to well-connected students. Those with actual talent were invited but overlooked because they had no stories of hunting Graphorns on their family's European estates to impress with.

So she made her excuses and left, claiming exhaustion from a long week and waving off her friends who offered to accompany her.

She knew she wouldn’t end up walking alone.

Ted crossed the space between them, forcing Andromeda to tilt her head back to look at him.

‘You look beautiful tonight.’

They weren’t her best dress robes, which wouldn’t have been appropriate for an event as insignificant as Slug Club, but they were a favourite set. Deep blue with a slight shimmer, they made her feel like she truly belonged with the stars she was named for.

‘Is that why you were watching me?’

He took a step towards her, and Andromeda countered with a step away, finding her back against the stone wall while his easy smile deepened the dimples in his cheeks, ‘See. By my reckoning, the only way you would know I was watching you would be if you were watching right back.’

She couldn’t deny it. She’d barely taken her eyes off him from the moment he’d stepped into Slughorn’s office. He’d forgone the traditional dress robes, instead choosing a smart muggle suit that had filled her head with all sorts of thoughts that her mother would certainly consider inappropriate.

The intensity of his gaze was too much, forcing Andromeda to look away, instead watching her own fingers trace his lapel, the dark wool smooth beneath her skin. 

‘You know I appreciate a well-made article of clothing.’

They were standing so close that she felt more than heard his soft huff of laughter as his hand found her cheek, tilting her face back towards him. Even in the dim light of the corridor, she could make out the soft freckles across his nose. ‘I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the moment I saw you tonight.’ 

Andromeda gripped his jacket tightly, steadying herself as she lifted to her toes in an effort to close the distance between them. A soft plea barely crossing from her lips before he finally, finally gave her the one thing she’d been able to think about all night.

Ted Tonks kissed like a man who had all the time in the world. Like they weren’t sneaking stolen moments in dark corridors, like there wasn’t an entire world of people waiting beyond their hidden corridor who didn’t want them together. He took her breath away, wrapping her in his arms, making her feel like the only place worth being was right here with him.

And right now, that was all she needed.

#tedromeda #ted tonks #andromeda black #it's an illness really #i can't stop thinking about these two

[yagirljosieohyeah]

Hellooo♡

I'd like to request Erwin with a soft civilian lover, (preferably female reader) where he's spending his day off with her UwU it can be headcanons or anything, your choice! I hope you like this idea. Thank you ^-^

genre: fluff pronouns: she/her (as requested) Character: Erwin (I can not remember his full name) Universe: Attack On Titan A/n: Okay here’s the thing I was like 99% sure you meant Erwin from attack on titan but if you didn’t let me know and I will rewrite it. Anyways I thought this was literally so cute and had so much fun writing it

Quiet… Erwin liked the quiet. Perhaps that’s why he chose you of all people. Someone quiet when she should be and loud when she can be. Quiet, that was all he needed that morning. Quiet next to you. Just the moments sitting in the silence not questioning how soon it would come to a close. He was drawn out of his thoughts by a hand being placed on his shoulder. Turning he saw you, barely awake with squinted eyes due to the sunlight streaming in from the window.

“good morning” you stated dropping your hand and looking around at the messy kitchen. You had meant to clean it last night but had forgotten the moment Erwin returned.

“Morning” he said smiling, it wasn’t often he got to have these moments with you. The moment where there was no threat of imminent danger on the horizon. Just a moment a bright sun filled kitchen with no sound but his own heart pounding in his ears.

“I have to go shopping today” you stated, your gaze never wavering “you’re welcome to tag along but I also understand if you would want to stay here and relax”

always thinking of him, even when deep down you truly wanted him to go with you. Your wish of course was to be granted because he would be a fool to deny your offer. With a nod from him and a smile from you, you both ventured off into the bedroom to change and get ready. Until finally hand in hand you both stepped out the front door, Erwin locking it behind you.

It was warm, thankfully, that meant you didn’t need to worry about large coats or food being frozen solid when you arrived. Erwin liked the feeling of your hand in his. It almost made him forget the tight grip he normally kept on his swords. It almost made Erwin forget the screams of his soldiers. Once again he stopped his mind from wandering, he shifted back to the moment. Each beautiful moment. He looked towards you the way the corners of your mouth tilted upwards slightly as you walked. The way your eyes stayed focused on the streets ahead of you to be sure you wouldn’t be trampled. As you arrived at the market he watched as you pulled a sheet of paper from the pocket of your aprons. With a deep breath you looked down, it wasn’t a long list by any means but it was an expensive one. Beef was getting more expensive by the day down coming to almost 10 gold coins when it used to be 7. Erwin walked beside you hang holding yours as you walked between each stall. Every time you went to pull out your money he stopped you and pulled out his own stating “it’s my part for the house since i’m never here to help clean or cook”. After a while you decided that you were much to tired to continue so you began the short walk home. Upon arriving Erwin opened the door allowing you in before him so you could set down the bags. Which he had offered to carry and you denied. Setting down the bags you began the task of placing each grocery away. Erwin watched as he didn’t know where things were meant to go. It had been a long time since he had been home an entire day. Once everything was finished you heard you name being called. Turning you saw Erwin smiling at you from his place at the kitchen table. Walking towards him you noticed his out stretched hand meant for you. Taking it softly you looked down into his eyes. His eyes… they looked at you like you were a marble statue. Perfectly carved and shaped not a single imperfection. His eyes.. the kind of eyes you could get lost in without even caring how far gone you were. With a soft smile he pulled you closer placing a gentle calloused hand on your cheek. “you know I love you right? Even when I am far away and the sun has risen and set without me by your side” He asks and you nod smiling as he speaks. Slowly he began to lean towards you not to fast. Then as gently as he’d held your hand earlier and as he held your cheek now, he kissed you. It was soft and not rushed because in that moment he felt like he had all the time in the world with you. In that moment he felt all tension from everything else in his life fade away as if it had never existed. Because finally he had a moment, a moment to breathe, a moment to think, a moment with you. He got one perfect moment.

———

I’m sorry that some of the transitions between scenes were kinda rushed. I did my best but I’m used to writing headcannons so I might be a little rusty. I hope you enjoyed reading this ad much as I did writing

love you guys so much

-🍬

#Aot x reader #aot x you #erwin x reader #erwin x yoy #Erwin x civilian!reader #Aot #attack on titan

[lamnwar]

Forever? // Kiyoshi Teppei x Reader

"Where are you taking me, love?" Asks the beautiful boy as you focus on the road.

"Told ya I wanna take you on a road trip now that I have my licence" you reply.

You can feel his gaze on you, which makes you smile a little. He's definitely onto you, but it's more entertaining to act like you're still able to surprise him. For all the time that you've been together, you've never been able to outsmart him. Yet, when you met him for the first time, you wouldn't suspect him to be such an observer. At first glance, Teppei looks like a giant dummy. He simply smiles and laughs, sometimes being quite literal, which gives him the biggest himbo vibe. But then, you learn to know him, and you realise that there is no moment where the wheels in his brain don't work. There is always a thought brewing, and unbeknownst to most, his gentle eyes are shaper than they seem.

The first time he outsmarted you, you were left speechless. He just casually had a reflection that you yourself wouldn't come up with, unless you were given months to think about it. And at that very instant, you looked at him in a whole new light. You wouldn't say that was the moment you fell for him; that was something that happened gradually. But it was certainly a first step towards it, and to this day you are sure that you are the first one who has fallen in love in your couple.

"The sun's about to set" remarks your boyfriend.

You take a look at the orange tint of the sky; it's hard not to be distracted by it. You've always loved sunsets, but lately, you've rarely got the time to appreciate them.

"I love summers, it's sunny til late."

"I can tell that much, since you're always depressed in winter. That's going to do you good, these few months of sun."

"And I'm gonna spend all of them with you" you say, briefly diverting your eyes from the road to look at him.

Teppei has a radiant smile, the kind that you can easily notice from far away. You cuss under your breath. It's so hard to stay focused on the streets when he is right here, next to you! You're still a new driver, you shouldn't make an offense because you got distracted by your handsome boyfriend. You fight with yourself mentally. The urge to stop on the side road and give him a big kiss is hard to control; but you have something else planned for the both of you, and it requires some more time of you resisting him.

Thankfully, there is just a few more minutes of driving before you reach your destination. At this point, you know for sure that Teppei has a clear idea where you are bringing him. The way there is easily recognizable; the small convenience store that you've passed earlier, the road going upwards, different trees adorning the sideroad. Despite knowing that your surprise isn't one anymore, you still feel your heart pounding, anticipating the way the brunette will react once you reach the spot.

You finally stop the car, once you arrive exactly where you want. The two of you get out of the car, soft wind kissing your skin. You walk nervously towards Teppei, hands locked behind your back.

"I figured you'd love watching the sunset with me here, on the hill."

He looks at you, mouth slightly open. He looks genuinely pleased by what you've planned for him, which makes you blush. As far as you are concerned, it's nothing impressive. You've just wanted to watch the sunset with your boyfriend. It isn't the most exciting surprise, not to mention that he's known all along that this is what you had in mind.

"You're really too good to me" he simply says, arms pulling you into a hug.

"Am I?" You chuckle against his chest. "It's nothing much, though."

He laughs softly, landing a kiss on your forehead as he looks at the view. The whole city is painted in shades of pink and orange, and your own face is also shaped differently by the last rays of sun. To him, you are the real spectacle here. And he feels that way everytime he looks at you.

"As long as you are with me, I'm always having fun. And that's all that counts."

You blush furiously, diverting your gaze towards the view so you don't have to face these tender brown eyes that make you melt. Teppei is so blunt with his declaration of love, saying things like that so casually, like these words are meant to be said all the time.

"Glad you like it... I guess?" You finally say.

"I definitely do, I love sunsets."

"They're so pretty, I can watch them forever" you let out all dreamy.

It's true, you can watch the sky for hours without being bored. Nothing is as purely wonderful to you like seeing the infinite above you change over the course of the day, painting itself and the world in thousand of shades. It's a work of art.

"I can watch you forever" you hear Teppei say beside you.

You look at him, at lost for words. How can you respond to that, anyway? He simply smiles at you, like he always does. A pure, honest smile. A smile full of love. He clearly doesn't care if his words are romantic, or cheesy, or maybe too much of this or that. To him, it's the truth in all its simplicity. He wraps his arm around your waist to pull you towards him. The last rays give a golden glow to his face, making him look like a dreamy sight. The moment feels surreal, but when you feel your heart beating in your chest, the reality of things get to you. You aren't dreaming.

"Forever?" You repeat, still looking at him.

"Forever."

#no one asked for this #but it's the birthday of the loml #and i had to do something about it #meaning feeding you and me some nice #kiyoshi fluff #i love him sm <3 #kiyoshi teppei #knb #kiyoshi x reader #knb x reader

[what-do-1000-swords-look-like]

So even though I watched it a couple of weeks ago, the TWD final season is still in my head. And I just had some more thoughts about two topics:

1) Leah: While I didn't like Leah as a love interest for Daryl (which they made pretty clear that she was not going to be from the outset of when Daryl saw her again), and while I thought she was...an extreme character, I actually liked this iteration of her compared to when we saw her last. She still had the same issues, wanting Daryl to choose her and be all for her, having that concern about loyalty and I daresay devotion. But, she was an actual badass, until things went to shit. I was stuck on this story I'm trying to write and it actually helped to dissolve that block because she literally physically represented everything that has been in my head for a character for ages but could never find the right visual to represent them. So maybe that's why I'm more kindly inclined towards that part of the season for Daryl (not to mention, imho that faction was way more heart-pounding-terror inducing for Daryl than the Commonwealth arc but that's just my opinion).

2) Caryl: When it comes to Daryl and Carol, I know I've said it before but I really am happy with how they left it. Tbh, Daryl was never one of my favorite characters (Carol was more so). Don't get me wrong, I like him, I like how Norman plays him, he's obviously very important to the story, but I think I personally connected more with Rick's story than I did Daryl's for example, even Negan compared to him I think. But I always loved the Caryl dynamic and it became my OTP. But, with Daryl, I never really looked too closely at his character but considering they never really gave him a romance on the show that included the physical (except Leah and we all saw how that one turned out), I do wonder, considering Daryl's sometimes still wanting to be off on his own, if perhaps the Caryl "I love you" at the end of the finale was as far as Angela Kang felt that she could go with that relationship, along with Norman and Melissa.

The reason I say that is Daryl had Beth, right? While it didn't go canon per se, there was a strong hint there. He lets her in, little by little, but they only get as far as some lingering looks basically, right? Daryl cares about Beth but then he loses her.

Connie comes along and it's obvious that he likes her. Connie cares about him and vice versa, even Carol picks up on it. He loses her but then gets her back, even with Carol encouraging him to do something about it. He never does, and it's clear by the end of the finale that while he cares about Connie, it feels like it's settled more into a friendship, especially for Connie. He's comfortable with where it's at. She's alive, happy, healthy as possible, and living her life safely. That's all he can ask for her, right?

We also have Leah. While he hooked up with Leah and possibly even fell in love with her for a time (I'd have to go back and watch this episode, I don't remember if they had this convo or not), eventually Leah leaves and he doesn't think he'll ever see her again. Even though he made the tough decision to give up his family for her as she had been demanding of him (which as a side note is obviously not healthy). He didn't want to give them up but he cared about her that much that he was going to give it a shot. (again, I really need to rewatch that episode, forgive me if I'm forgetting anything) Then when he sees her again, she's part of this extreme faction, he has to play on their old connection to stay alive and suss out the situation. When he realizes she might not be as extreme as her leader, he trusts her with the truth and very quickly finds out it was the wrong move. Leah still lives by that old ideology: you're either with me or with them, and now it's to the extreme. He mercifully lets her live and then is forced to kill her in order to save Maggie's life later on.

So all in all, Daryl has not had the greatest run when it comes to possibly-romantic (and sexual) relationships with the women he has come to care for in more than a familial or friendship way. The two women who mean the most to him on that scale (Carol, Connie - when in comparison to people like Maggie for example) are yes, still alive and he is able to do something about it, but he chooses not to.

I don't remember the exact explanation about Daryl's character back in the day but we know he's not from the comics and this is obviously not a romance-focus show. That doesn't mean romance can't happen (i.e. Richonne, Cazekiel, Glen x Maggie) but it's not the core that all other events of the show revolve around. My point being, Daryl wasn't created for that reason.

So my thinking on this, after seeing him not doing anything about Connie and thinking back to Beth, and seeing Daryl taking off again in the finale to be on his own (yes, this does set up the spinoff but it's also integral to his character I think, he's still restless, not able to settle in fully), I'm thinking that this is a make-up of his character that AK chose to stay true to. While Daryl lived in Alexandria, he still went out past the gate. He was able to live as he liked, like we see him doing in the finale. When he lived in the Commonwealth, he wasn't able to do as he liked, but he did it for two reasons: Judith and RJ. Those were the roots that were tying him down, meaning that was the only thing he was willing to put roots down for I mean. When things are made better by the end, he no longer has to do that.

How does this all relate to Caryl and their ending? Because AK took it as far as could go without A) betraying Daryl's character & B) keeping his character open for the spinoff. If there wasn't a spinoff, I still think AK would have gone this way. What Daryl has with Carol isn't sexual in nature. Which is interesting when you compare Leah to Carol, where Melissa herself talked about how there was mirroring going on between Carol and Leah in that episode where Daryl meets Leah. And there is: Dog is a big link between the two, for example. So not only do we have that connection between these two women in his life, Carol is the antithesis of Leah if you think about it. Daryl had sex with Leah, and he was giving up his family for her even though he didn't really want to. She made him choose. Carol and Daryl don't have a sexual relationship, and she has never made him choose her over the family, or even wanted him to. While Daryl wasn't happy with Rick when he kicked Carol out back in the earlier seasons, Carol never wanted to find Daryl in order to get him to choose her over the group, even after she came back.

So this ILY scene in the finale actually holds way more meaning than I think some people are giving it credit for. As we know, Carol loves Daryl for who he is, how he is. She doesn't make demands of him or insists he change the core aspects of who he is. Not in the way Leah did for example. Beth and Connie I don't think would have either, but they were never connected to Leah in the way Carol had been.

And if we go further, Carol has always been connected to the other ladies, not just Leah. Beth was stuck in the same hospital as Carol, both taken from Daryl while he was with them solely. Carol is there to see Beth die. Connie was lost due to Carol's actions/choices and she feels guilty due to it, it's why Daryl is so mad at her and it causes friction in their own relationship, and she never stops giving hope to Kelly. Carol has always been connected.

So for her to also mirror/be connected to the one woman we see Daryl get physical with and get the closest he's ever been to a verbal ILY in the show, it means exactly what we've been saying: Daryl loves Carol and vice versa. So that ILY holds way more weight than I think most people realize. Was it a kiss? No. Was it them getting married or them riding off for a makeshift honeymoon? No. But we got the confirmation. In a way that was true to Daryl's character, their relationship (who he has the most intimacy with emotionally and shares tender touches and embraces with), and having an unfinished air about it with hope for the future.

I did not see the Talking Dead so I have no idea if the actors were asked about this scene or not, but considering the story and how this occurred in that story, it completely makes sense why AK decided to go this route for them.

And Daryl being told he can still be happy too (alluding to him having to find it) isn't because Carol isn't it for him or he hasn't fallen in love yet. It's to keep things open for the spinoff while Daryl is still restless. Daryl is a guy, imho, that will always be on the move. Even if he married Carol, let's say, and they had a huge family of their own, there is no way that Daryl won't become restless during that time and still go out beyond the gate, for days at a time. He's not Rick or Negan or Eugene; that's not who he is. I think he even confirms that when telling the story of the hiding spot he used to go to when he was a kid, to hide until his dad fell asleep. While it's sad that he had to do that, it's what he became used to. Even when he had Merle, he was always on his own. I hate to use the word 'drifter' or 'nomad' but that's basically what he is. No matter how happy or settled he might be in other areas of his life. That's another reason why Dog is so appealing for his story line: Dog can go with him anywhere he goes. Dog can settle into Alexandria 3.0 or he can be on the road for days at a time. (not comparing Carol to a dog obviously but you get my point)

So for Carol to be saying goodbye to him, for them to mention how Carol has the new job now (as a reason why she can't go anywhere with him), it isn't just for the spinoff. It's because they're telling you this is why we're doing things this way; this is who they are together. And for them to have both characters saying ILY to each other (yes, even without the kiss), they're telling you all you need to know.

This is who has taken residence in his heart. And because of who he is, that ILY was as far as they could have taken it at that moment. Or else we would have seen him do something about Connie when she came back, or we would have seen more romance for him in the show. But that's not who he is.

#twd finale #caryl #daryl x carol #caryl meta #i guess? #twdposts #the walking dead #twd #the walking dead finale #sorry btw my memory sometimes gets overloaded #so if i missed anything or got something wrong pls feel free to mention it #also sorry for the rambling #i had A LOT of thoughts

[leejihoonownsmyheart]

noooo i havent seen that anime yettt i think i will sjnskms👀

HELP NO I DID SAY ITS P FAR AWAY BY NORMAL STANDARDS I JUST LIKE TO THINK ABOUT MYSELF A LOT😭😭 i twin w beomgyu >.<

SPEAKING OF BEOMGYU i was listening to coming back for more like two days ago and all i could think of was OMG THIS IS SOOOO JEONGHAN AND YN i think i need help rip

math is sooooo so hard it makes me vomit like,,

ive been ignoring it for the past few days rip and thats got my mom so worried i feel so guilty,,,,, but also😭 i love math i cannot live without math i literally ignore every other subject in favour of practicing math all day every day (which is also super harmful-) BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THIS

and no i was talking about a series called once upon a broken heart the mmc is so unhinged and such a sadist most of my annotations of that series look like, 'pathetic jeonghan?' 'pathetic jeonghan would totally do this' ' THIS IS SOO PATHETIC JEONGHAN??'

!!!if youre into angst you should def read it the second book is going to rip you soul to shreds and im not even kidding i love it soo much

IRRELEVANT BUT theres a book releasing in like two days omg and im sooo excited bec 1) its the last part 2) its like a cannon crossover w another series which i used to be obsessed w by the same author i love crossovers i just love dimension travel (?) man

ARE YOU WATCHING PERCY JACKSONNN I LOVE IT SOO MUCHHH CANT BELIEVE S1 WILL BE OVER THIS WEEK?? the eps end before they even start eng shows are soo short its so annoying like?? eight eps?? 30 mins per ep??? thats hardly a quarter of a regular kdrama girlie be fr😭😭

help i havent really thought about it i dont think im not anal much?? 👀 (maybe a lot of sickly sweet fluff too) LET ME THINK ABOUT IT WILL GET BACK TO YOU !!

tbh ive been trying to find good joshua x jeonghan smut + fic but i never seem to be able to TT ive given up atp,, like its mostly non idol au and ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP TROPE (LIKE THATS SUCH A HUGE TURN OFF FOR ME FOR SOME REASON) like give me yearning give me pining give me savagery give me tears sigh

i woke up so pissed today because isnt it just so annoying when you think youre finally over your highschool crush and then she invades your dreams looking ridiculously hot smh like i PHYSICALLY felt my heart pound in my sleep ive been able to think only about her all day long its driving me crazy and this is tmi i think💀

OMG WHAT ABOUT 🎀 or 💥 or 💫 WHICHEVER YOU THINK SUITS ME BETTER YOU DECIDE !!!

also im almost 20 hehe youre only like four years older than me 👀

Tell me if you dooo watch it i’m actually super into it right now

BEOMGYU TWIN- I AM SOOBIN TWIN. WE SHOULD PUT TOGETHER A GROUP OF TXT BIRTHDAY TWINS AND JUST DO DANCE AND SONG COVERS OF ALL THEIR SONGS FOR ATTENTION AND LIKE MOVE INTO A HPUSE TOGETHER AND RECREATE ALL OF THEIR TIKTOKS AND MVS AND INSTAGRAM POSTS HOW FUNNY WOULD THAT BE

NO IT IS WHEN THAT SONG CAME OUT I WAS LIKE this is theirs. ITS SO THEM.

Learning very interesting things about you…. Math is hard… but loves math….

ILL CHECK OUT THAT BOOK SERIES IF I REMEMBER IT SOUNDS RIGHT UP MY ALLEY

HAVE YOU READ THAT BOOK THAT JUST RELEASED YET?! IS IT GOOD?! WORTH THE WAIT?!

I AM WATCHING PJO I FANT BELIEVE ITS ALREADY OVER?! I DO STILL HAVE THREE EPISODES TO WATCH THOUGH IM SO SCARED OF SPOILERS I CANT EVEN GET IN TIKTOK 😭

noted noted noted… prefer yearning…

THAT IS SO ANNOYING IM SO SORRY YOU WOKE UP TO THAT. Thinking that you moved on only to find out you DIDNT i would be so stressed… crushes are… stressful….

#i think 💫 anon for you because i already have a 🎀 anon and also i love stars #also you reminded me of cady from mean girls because of the loving math thing #b: 💫 anon #ALSO YOU’RE *ALMOST* 20 I AM OLD #OH GOD