#v disappointed with that outcome

[namimikan]

i just think. i like the build up of the camera work/atmosphere being like maybe... maybe i could be a good person... start afresh right now... it’s never to late to change

and then

NO!!!!

whether it’s spite or something else, the whiplash of being teased  reality crashes in a second. they’re a jerk to their core!!!!

but for a moment, you think maybe -- and to have that possibility, only to crush it immediately before your eyes

gosh, it’s so good!!! betrayal!!!!! disappointment!!!!

it’s such a specific feeling, but god, i love it all the same.

#onion sprouting text #I WANT TO BELIEVE IN PEOPLE AND HAVE THEM LET ME DOWN #like i think the reverse is also v. good? for them to GENUINELY change into better people #but the outcomes give v. different emotional responses bc one you feel pride and the other is disappointment/rage -- if done right

[xhoneygirlxx]

WANTED U

Eddie Munson x Best Friend Reader

summary: when your date is ruined by your best friend, can you stay mad at him when he reveals a secret you've been dying to know?

warnings: fluff, slight angst, Eddie is deep in his feels, two idiots in love. Minors DNI 18+ ONLY! mentions of drinking, Eddie gets drunk. swearing. p in v, creampie (wrap it up kiddos), fingering, body worship and praise. Reader's race/ethnicity is not mentioned! she/her pronouns used. Both Eddie and Reader are in their twenties. Also not proofread, spelling errors and horrible writing!

*if I miss anything please let me know!

a/n: Hi honey bunnies! I just want to thank @ali-r3n for this really cute idea! I'm so sorry it took me forever to post and I'm sorry about the shitty writing! Smut is not my strong suit and I've been plagued with the horrible writers block, so I hope this is okay! I hope you like this and thank you for being so wonderful and patient <3

All you wanted to do was to go on one date. One singular date. For the first time since your high school prom, you were going out with someone who was interested in you. A tinder match that led to multiple conversations, that led to having drinks, to hopefully going back to his place for a well needed time in the sheets. 

That was the plan for the night. Then your phone started to blow up with phone calls and texts, an apparent SOS that couldn’t wait. So you had to cancel, mid-date, telling your date that there was a family emergency. You knew walking out of there that Jordan wouldn’t text you back or ever take you up on the second date offer. 

It wasn’t like you were heartbroken over it, however you were a little bummed. The whole reason you even got on the dating app was because you were trying to get over your best friend. Eddie Munson stole your heart at the age of fifteen and had yet to give it back. It was a sick cycle that you have been going through for nine years. 

You were the lovesick best friend, who just couldn’t take the hint, following him around like a lost dog. Eddie had you wrapped around his finger and you didn’t care. Canceling plans just because he wanted to see you, doing whatever he asked just because, and never dating with the hopes of him finally falling for you. 

Those dreams were fruitless however, because Eddie didn’t see you as anything more than a friend. All the pining and unrequited love was killing you, a slow painful death that would put medieval torture devices to shame. It’s not like you could blame the brown haired boy, it’s not like you can pick who you fall for, but that didn’t stop you from wishing it would happen. 

So therefore you took the giant leap and put yourself out there, trying to ease the ache of your heart. In the end you ended up in Eddie’s apartment, helping him in his drunken state, get to bed. The emergency that Jeff blew your phone up for, was this. A night out with the guys turned into Eddie getting belligerent and refusing to leave until you came and got him. 

The whole car ride there you were disappointed in yourself, the whole reason for your dumb date was to stop yourself from running to the rescue every time he called. You were annoyed and heavily frustrated with the outcome of your night. It almost felt like the universe was against you, whatever god above watching you and laughing every single time you failed to move on. 

As much as you wanted to hate the grown man sitting in front of you, you simply couldn’t. His whiskey colored eyes round and glossy, nose and cheeks rosy with the heat of alcohol coursing through him, and his hair messy from the cold night wind. He was so pretty and it was hard trying to stay mad at him, especially when he had a deep dimpled smile adorning his face. 

“Alright Eds, I need you to change out of your clothes.” You say sweetly, the pile of his pajama’s hanging in your hands. 

Following your instructions, he tries to lift his shirt over his head, only for it to get caught on his head. “Sweets, I need help.” He sounds like a helpless child trying to tie his shoes, and you have to stifle a laugh. 

Placing the change of clothes next to him on the bed, you swiftly pull the stuck fabric off of him. When his head is released, he shakes his hair out of his face so he can see you. A childlike wonder flits in his eyes as he looks at you, admiring the way you’re being so gentle. 

A small thank you is whispered, you hum in response as you pull the new shirt on him. His eyes close as you gently tug his arms through the hole, soaking up the amount of attention you give to him. It feels like you’re changing a newborn, so docile and content with the way you handle him. 

“Can you take your pants off yourself or do you need me to help?” Your voice breaks his sleepy demeanor, droopy eyes looking up at you. 

“You gonna buy me dinner first?” Wiggling his eyebrows, he playfully smirks at you. 

“Ha ha, very funny.” You deadpan, yet your heart beat picks up at his innuendo. 

Surprisingly, he’s able to take his bottoms off and replace them with the pair you picked out for him. Pulling the jewelry off his wrist and fingers, you place them hastily on his bedside table. His eyes follow your every move, like a curious kitty watching their owner. Pulling back the covers on his bed, you gently lay him down and prop his head up with pillows. 

“So you have your bottle of water right here,” You show him by picking it up off the table where it’s sat, “And the bottle of Tylenol is right next to it. Now if at any moment you feel like you have to throw up, the garbage can is right next to you on the floor. Okay?” 

Humming to you in understanding, he closes his eyes once more. When you think he’s about to pass out, you turn on your heel to grab clothes for yourself. Not getting far, his big hand wraps around your wrist gently, bringing your attention back to him. This time his expression isn’t as content or happy. No, his eyes are glassy with unshed tears and his bottom lip jets out in a pout. 

“Please don’t leave.” It’s a whispered plea, innocent and childlike. 

“I’m not leaving Eds, just grabbin’ some clothes to change into.” Even with your assuring smile, he’s still frowning at you. 

“Please just, don’t leave.” Tugging your arm slightly, he brings you closer to the bed. 

“Eddie, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” You’re now concerned with the state of your best friend and why he felt the need to beg you to stay. 

“Promise? What about Jacob?”

“Eddie, what are you talking about?” Although he closes his eyes again, you still press for answers. 

“I don’t wanna lose you t’some douche. You needa be with me, sweets cause I love you s’much. Don’t wanna lose you to him.” It’s all a slurred mess, his words mumbling together as they fall out of his mouth. 

“If you mean Jordan, no I’m not going to leave you for him” You giggle softly, “I left my date with him to come get you. Plus his stories about kayaking were starting to get boring.” You try to lighten the mood, but it only makes his lip wobble more. 

“I shoulda made a move, I wanted to b-but I-I was scared. Gareth told me I lost my chance with you and he-he was right.” A few stray tears fall down his cheek and you lift a hand to wipe them away. 

The same brown eyes you fell in love with, all those years ago, stare up at you. The heart that’s bleed for him for nine years is starting to heal, the words you so desperately wanted to hear are finally coming to light. 

With your own tears glistening in your eyes, you look down at him like you always do. With the biggest heart in your eyes and brightest smile on your face. “You should stop listening to Gareth, Eds. I think you still have a shot, but we’ll talk about this later. When you’re not drunk.” 

Bobbing his head the best he can, he squeezes your hand once before retracting it. With his eyes closed and steady breaths leave his parted lips, you get changed and turn off the lights. Maybe the universe wasn’t against you, maybe it was on your side the whole time and just had a funny way of showing it. 

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The bright sun pouring through the window, wakes you up. The sight before you is one you’ve seen before. The side profile of your best friend’s face, wild hair sprawled over the pillow that lays beneath him. You take this moment in to study his features, the slope of his nose, the way his eyelashes kiss the tops of his cheeks, and how kissable his lips look. 

Not much later is he stirring, stretching his limbs out after his wild night out. Cracking one of his eyes open, he winces slightly before running his hands down his face. Blinking once or twice, he finally lets himself wake up, staring straight at the ceiling. You wonder if he remembers what he said or if you should bring it up. Instead you choose to play it cool, or at least try to. 

“Good morning drunky! How’d you sleep?” Reaching a finger out, you poke his side.

“Drunky,” he snorts,” I actually slept well, thanks to my wonderful nurse.” He takes a peak over at you, a smug smile already pushing his cheeks up high. 

You try to ignore the butterflies in your tummy when you hear his voice, thick and husky with sleep. The giddy feeling rushing through you is written all over your face, covered up by a bad attempt of biting back a smile. 

“Well, I’m glad you don’t feel so shitty.” You say, stretching your body to distract yourself from his burning gaze. 

“What time is it anyway?” His question comes out in a yawn, loud and exaggerated. Propping up on your elbow, you lean over him to get a look at your alarm clock. 

“A little past ten.” Eddie huffs, muttering something about it being far too early. “I know it’s too early for you but that just means we can go to Jerry’s and get waffles to soak up whatever's left in your system.” You coo at him mockingly, fake pouting as you look at him. 

“Ya know, I don’t enjoy your fake pity.” Eddie rolls his eyes at you, a frown pulling at the corner of his lips.

“Oh I’m sorry, Eds. Want some ketchup with those cries?” Eddie’s frown deepens like a bratty child, and you eat up every second of it. “Oh, I know! I’ll call a wambulance.” You throw your head back, laughing at your own joke. 

With your attention off of him, he sees the perfect opportunity to laugh. At lightning speed, he grips your hands, flipping you over on your back. With the weight of his thighs bracketing you and his hand gripping your wrists together, you’re defenseless. 

With a wild glint in his eyes, Eddie wastes no time in attacking you with a finger to your side. Relentlessly, Eddie tickles you to the point there are tears in your eyes from how hard you're laughing, and your pleas for him to stop are swallowed by the oxygen that’s being stolen from your lungs. 

“It’s not so funny when it’s your turn, huh?” Smirking down at you, his attack doesn’t relent. 

Thrashing around the best you can, you try everything to get him off but with the way his thighs squeeze your legs together makes it hard to do so. 

“Okay, Okay! I’m sorry, Eddie! Please!” The last word comes out as the softest moan, so soft that you would miss it if you weren’t paying attention. However, Eddie was and his fingers stopped digging into your sides immediately. 

The sound of your heavy breathing is the only thing to be heard. Eddie stares down at you, eyes unblinking and cheeks dusted pink. The usually brown eyes are now dark, the dark pupil over taking the iris. You stare right back at him, chest rising and falling dramatically and lips parted slightly letting the air from your lungs flow out easily. 

It feels like the world has stopped, time frozen still for eternity. The mid-morning light painting the two of you in a portrait, cementing the moment forever. Two heart beats synching up together, beating against the bones of your rib cages. 

“Fuck it.”

Eddie rushes in to smash his lips against yours. Years of waiting and wondering if this moment would ever happen, now finally laying to rest. The taste of him has been the missing part of your life this whole time and you wonder if he’s thinking the same thing. 

It’s sweet and slow, his tongue slipping inside your mouth softly. Morning breath be damned, the two of you make out for what seems like hours on end. Parting from each other for much needed air, a small giggle leaves your mouth. 

“What?” Eddie smiles, his face as dopey and gooey as you feel on the inside. 

“I just wanted this for so long.” You admit, making his smile pull wider. 

Leaning back down to you, he peppers kisses all over your face. The snickering that’s leaving your mouth is slowly turned into a whimper when his lips find their way to your neck. A gasp pulls from your chest the minute he finds that spot, eliciting him to suck on it. Hissing when it becomes too much, Eddie is quick to soothe the sting with his tongue. 

Pulling his face away from the crevice of your neck, his eyes find yours as his hand glides to find the hem of your shirt. Tugging on it and raising an eyebrow in question, you nod overenthusiastically. 

Ripping the oversized shirt over your face, he takes his time to memorize all the details of your skin. The heat of his stare becomes a bit too much, worry overtaking your brain causing you to bite down on your lip. 

“I just want you to know that I’ve waited since freshman year to see these bad boys.” Attention still drawn on your bare chest. 

“Well, do they live up to the hype?” You question, tone not as confident as you think. 

Eddie’s head whips up to you, mouth agape and you swear you can see drool pooling from his lips. “Sweets, you have no idea.” 

Diving in, he kisses the doughy flesh of your breasts, going back and forth between the two. Like a magnet to a fridge, his lips find the hardened bud and latches on. Switching between sucking and flicking his tongue, you squirm underneath him trying to find some sort of friction for the ache in between your legs. 

“You have no idea how many times I jerked off to the thoughts of this.” Eddie mutters as he moves his attention to the opposite nipple. 

Between his admission and the feeling of his warm mouth on your sensitive skin, you moan loudly. The feeling of more wetness pool in your panties alerts you, the overwhelming feeling of need buzzing through you. A small whine comes from you and it catches Eddie’s attention. 

Pulling away from your breast and peering up at you, he cocks his head to the side. “What’s wrong, baby? Want some cheese for that whine?” 

When his canine teeth shine through his devilish smirk, you whimper. You hate that he’s using your game from earlier against you, teasing you like he doesn’t know what you want. 

“What is it, sweets? Tell me what you want.” Fake pity drips from his question and it only eggs you on more. 

Eddie’s got you so worked up that you can’t even speak. Lifting your hips to show him what you need, you frown harder when he laughs at you. 

“Oh, princess,” He coos, running his thumb along your lower lip, “Be the good girl I know you are, and ask. Can you do that f’me?” Nodding your head, he encourages you with an assuring smile. 

“C-can you touch me, please?” Your voice sounds so small and you’d honestly cringe if it weren’t for the fact that you know you’re dripping out of the fabric of your panties onto his bed. 

Sighing heavily, Eddie gives your bottom lip a small tug with his thumb, letting the bottom row of your teeth show before it bounces back up into place. 

“I would tease you more but you asked so nicely.” Shuffling down your body, he loops his fingers through the sides and guides the thin material down your legs. 

Pushing his way through your thighs, Eddie runs the tip of his middle finger up the slit of your sex. His finger grazes lightly over your bundle of nerves, causing you to jolt from the feeling. 

“You’re really fucking wet.” Eddie says breathlessly as he parts your glistening lips apart with his fingertips. 

Not waiting for your response, Eddie circles his finger around your entrance before plunging it in slowly. The stretch from his finger makes you arch slightly, a muffled moan falling from your mouth. Using the pad of his thumb, he swirls your clit in alternating circles and figure eights. 

“More, Eds. Fuck, please!” You beg and who is Eddie to deny you. Pushing another finger inside, he curls them just right and starts going faster. 

“Fuck you’re so greedy, baby. Isn’t that right, you’re s’greedy for me, huh?” With his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat and his cheeks a pretty burgundy shade, he looks just as fucked out as you. 

Writhing underneath him, you babble nonsense as his fingers hit that spot you always struggle to. “Yes! M’so greedy - Shit!” 

“You gonna let me taste you? Gonna let me eat this pretty cunt?” You don’t even get a chance to answer, your body already doing it for you by clenching around his fingers. “Oh she likes that, huh? You like imagining me in between these pretty thighs, baby?” 

“Think ‘bout it all the time.” You moan, hips rocking against his hand as you try to chase your high. 

“Yeah, sweets? Think about me when you play with this pretty pussy?” 

That’s all it takes for you to come undone, gushing around his fingers with a muted scream. Your back arches off the bed, eyes rolled into the back of your head, as the feeling of your orgasm washes over you. 

Eddie helps you ride through it, continuing his motions until your tense muscles relax into a jelly like state. When you come back down from your high, you whimper at the loss of his fingers. Moving your eyes to him, you watch as he sticks his middle and forefinger in his mouth, moaning when the taste of you hits his taste buds. 

“Yeah, I’m definitely gonna have to eat you out.” Eddie grins at you and you roll your eyes playfully back at him. 

“That sounds absolutely wonderful, but” You begin to say and his face drops with the fear of rejection, “I’m going to need you to fuck me in the next thirty seconds.” You smirk and his jaw drops. 

After fifteen seconds of pure shock, Eddie shakes his head and tries to play it cool. 

“Yeah totally, let me just-” His sentence is cut off when he begins to struggle out of his own clothes. 

Once he’s stark naked and hovering over you, you laugh giddily up at him. Putting his forehead to you, he studies your eyes for any sort of regret or doubt. 

“Eds, I promise you I want this.” You reassure him, making sure to prove the point with a loving kiss.

With his confidence boosted, Eddie snakes his hand down to guide himself into you. When the tip breaches your entrance, the both of you gasp at the feeling.

Pushing in slowly, he brings his lips back to yours, swallowing your moans. Once he's all the way in, Eddie gives you a minute to adjust before he starts moving.

Nodding your head to let him know you're good, he pulls almost all the way out before ramming back into you, knocking the wind from your lungs.

"Fuuck, sweets. S'fuckin' tight." His voice trembles as he pounds into you.

"You're so big, I can feel you s'deep." You slur, drunk on the way his cock stretches you, hitting that sweet spot with every drag of his hips.

Eddie resituates himself, pushing your knees up to your chest, before bringing his chest back down to yours. This way you can feel him even deeper, which you didn't even think was possible.

You're on fire, belly burning bright with fire. Eddie's everywhere, he's all you can see, hear, smell, touch, think, he's invaded every single one of your senses and you can't get enough.

His eyebrows are furrowed, eyes closed with the pure bliss of being inside of you. It's so intimate yet so dirty and it's driving you insane.

Opening his eyes, he looks down at you like you've hung the stars that shine in the sky.

"I wanted this for so long, sweets. I wanted you, so Fuck-" He hangs his head, speeding up the movements of his hips. A roaring sob comes out of your mouth, the fire in you burning hotter with every drag of his thick cock.

"I'm so in love with you, sweets. Been yours since I was sixteen." Finally he confesses, letting the sacred secret out, only this time he's drunk off of you.

"I love you too! Fuck-I love you so fucking much."

"Tell me you're mine. Please, tell me." He begs and you comply, growing closer and closer to the edge.

"M'yours, been yours since I was fifteen." You confess and it feels like the weight of the world has lifted off of you.

With one last thrust, you come undone with a loud cry. Eddie doesn't let up his movements, now only focusing on his own release.

The way his hips stutter, you know that he won't last too much longer.

"I want you to cum in me, Eds. I wanna feel s'bad." You coax and that's all it takes for the metalhead to come with a stuttering grunt.

Lazily thrusting into you, he finally stops when he becomes overstimulated. The room is once again calm, the now afternoon sun blinds you as it seeps into the room. Heavy breathing and content hums fill the room, while the scent of sex lingers in the air.

Shyly removing himself from your chest, Eddie looks at you sheepishly. "Now what?"

If you didn't know Eddie you'd probably think he's being rude, but you know that he really is just overthinking everything that just happened. In his mind he thinks you're probably regretting everything, even though you told him you felt the same way.

Using your hand to pull some of the hair that sticks to his cheeks away, you smile affectionately at him.

"Well, I was thinking we could still go to Jerry's for breakfast," Eddie still looks at you like he's waiting for the ball to drop, "Then I thought you could keep your promise and eat your girlfriend out. That is, if you're not too full."

"Really?" He looks like a puppy who just heard its favorite word, excited with it's tail wagging back and forth.

Snickering up at him, you nod your head rapidly. Pulling out of you quickly, Eddie runs out of the room and you can hear the chaos of clattering from behind the door.

"Eddie, what are you doing?" More giggles fall from your lips as he races back in with a wet wash rag in his hand.

"Gotta clean you up before we go out to eat, baby. That way I can recreate our masterpiece later." He says wiggling his eyebrows.

Yeah this was the dork you fell in love with and who you were going to love for the rest of your life.

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Thank you all for reading! I'm sorry it's not the best!

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x you #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x female reader

[starrierknight]

𝟎𝟎𝟕. 𝐠𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭

✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ 'Cause I'm all that you want, boy / All that you can have, boy / Got me spread like a buffet / Bon a—, bon appétit, baby — Katy Perry, Bon Appétit

MASTERLIST | KINKTOBER 23' | AO3

wc— 7.2k

pairing— rough!dom!gn!reader x needy!sub!gojo

cws/tags— flatmates to fuckers, foodplay (melted chocolate), masochist satoru, finger sucking/face fucking, oral fixation, biting & gagging, petnames (“sweet thing” & “sugar”), spit kink, semi-clothed sex, reader is AFAB & wears a skirt + panties but isn’t gendered, oral (reader receiving), unprotected p in v

You stood in the dimly lit apartment's kitchen, a soft glow emanating from the pendant lights overhead, casting a warm ambience over the space. Positioned in front of the sleek, marble-topped island, you rested your hands on your hips, frustration evident in your furrowed brow.

In the midst of this culinary battlefield, three small bowls sat before you, each containing once-promising chocolate that had succumbed to the unpredictable art of tempering. The rich aroma still lingered in the air, mingling with the subtle notes of vanilla from earlier attempts. The chocolate, normally a delight, now seemed to mock your culinary ambitions.

As you peered down at the bowls a sense of disappointment washed over you, knowing that the dream of presenting homemade Halloween chocolates had met an untimely demise. A heavy sigh escaped your lips, a mixture of frustration and resignation, as you brought your hand up to rub the tense muscles at the back of your neck. The dream of crafting perfect, glossy chocolates for the spooky season had slipped through your fingers. 

Satoru, your affable and easygoing flatmate, stepped into the room, the soft fabric of his customary loungewear draped loosely over his athletic frame. The dim lighting of the apartment accentuated the subdued tones of his grey sweatpants and the way the black compression t-shirt clung to his physique, emphasising the sinewy contours of his muscled form. Each movement he made seemed to embody a sort of graceful confidence, a testament to his inherent athleticism.

However, as he crossed the threshold into the kitchen, an air of concern etched itself onto his handsome features. His normally unwavering composure faltered upon encountering your sour expression, directed toward the trio of pitiable bowls harbouring the remnants of your chocolaty struggle.

The scent, thick and enveloping, wafted through the room, a bittersweet reminder of the culinary clash that had taken place. He chose to remain still, absorbing the atmosphere and discerning the unspoken frustration that hung in the air.

You managed an awkward smile, a mixture of sheepishness and embarrassment colouring your expression.

"A failed experiment," you clarified, attempting to lighten the mood. "Any chance you have a sweet tooth?"

Satoru hesitated for a brief moment, contemplating the question. His curiosity got the better of him as he stepped closer to the kitchen island to inspect the unfortunate outcome of your chocolate endeavour. Extending a hand, he scooped a bit of the still-warm milk chocolate with his finger, eyeing it thoughtfully.

After a few contemplative moments, he turned to you with a playful yet polite inquiry, "D'you mind?"

You shrugged, your gaze shifting back to the three bowls with a resigned acceptance.

"Have at it. I can't have all of this by myself," you conceded, gesturing toward the bowls.

Finding a sense of shared amusement in the situation, you followed suit and dipped your own finger into the bowl containing the melted dark chocolate. Bringing it to your lips, you sampled the richness of the chocolate, the bittersweet taste momentarily distracting you from the earlier disappointment. 

Satoru's eyes, a vivid shade of blue that often held a sense of calm and composure, suddenly lit up with a spark of excitement—He had been granted permission to indulge in a long-awaited craving. Without hesitation, he dipped his fingers into the velvety pool of melted dark chocolate, his movements deliberate yet filled with a childlike enthusiasm.

As he brought his chocolate-coated fingers to his lips, his tongue skillfully sweeping away the decadent layer, the rosy hue of his lips contrasted beautifully with the rich darkness of the chocolate. 

He froze.

His sapphire eyes widened, locking onto the sight of you licking your own finger clean of the dark chocolate. A curious realisation washed over his expression, and a flicker of something deeper, something like a revelation, danced in his gaze.

Seizing the last remnants of the dark chocolate, you adeptly licked your finger clean, sampling the taste before moving on to the bowl of melted white chocolate. With a dip of your finger, you retrieved a dollop and raised it to your lips, tasting the creamy sweetness.

A hum escaped you, followed by a subtle wrinkling of your nose. "I'm not a big fan of white chocolate. Too sweet," you remarked, your taste buds delivering their verdict.

Satoru, still fixated on observing this simple act, the way you interacted with the chocolate, nodded in acknowledgement at your assessment. His face carried an intense curiosity, as if a peculiar notion was taking shape within his mind. However, he chose to keep it unspoken, opting to silently study you.

You shifted your position, perching on the kitchen island near the array of chocolate-filled bowls, anticipating that this impromptu chocolate-tasting session might extend for a while.

"D'you like white chocolate?" you inquired.

Satoru paused his indulgence for a moment, his lips still adorned with a delicate coat of chocolate. He nodded in response to your question, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, though his unwavering gaze remained locked onto you. With a casual ease, he delved into the white chocolate, his eyes staying fixed on you as he licked his finger clean.

"Y'know, since I moved in, I've noticed that you have a bit of a sweet tooth," you remarked, beginning to ramble. "I'm not surprised you like white chocolate. I mean, it has so little cocoa in it... Can it even be called chocolate, d'you think?"

Satoru's attention remained steadfastly fixed on you, his expression pensive as if pondering your words. His gentle smile conveyed an understanding, and his fingers absentmindedly weaved through his fluffy white hair while he took in your observations.

In a moment of quiet contemplation, he finally broke the silence, his voice soft but purposeful in its delivery. "Do you... Do that a lot?"

You looked at him, the question catching you slightly off guard. "Do what?" you inquired, a hint of amusement in your tone, as you dipped your finger into the inviting bowl of melted milk chocolate this time.

"Licking your fingers," he clarified, his voice carrying a subtle playfulness accompanied by a knowing smile. "Licking your fingers clean."

Your laughter danced through the air. "Sure, when there's melted chocolate involved... You'd be crazy not to, y'know?" 

Satoru continued to gaze at you with a gentle, almost dreamy smile, as if captivated by the act of you enjoying the chocolate. His demeanour carried a sense of reverence, akin to admiring a work of art. However, suddenly snapping out of this trance-like reverie, a subtle blush adorned his cheeks as he averted his gaze.

He cleared his throat and hummed, the sound breaking the quietness that had settled between you two. "Is that a habit of yours?"

You tilted your head to the side, considering his question as you had the remnants of chocolate, culminating in a soft 'pop' as you removed your finger from your mouth.

"If I had enough melted chocolate, then I could make it one," you mused.

Satoru's interest visibly piqued, and with a deliberate movement, he drew closer, inching towards you. His gaze remained fixed on you, observing with a gentle intensity as you continued to enjoy the chocolate. As he reached your side, he leaned with self-conscious nonchalance against the kitchen island.

Caught in the allure of the moment, Satoru's gaze remained fixed on your lips, captivated by the simple act of you licking your finger. The gentle rise of heat within him went unnoticed, overshadowed by his complete and unwavering focus on you, and the delicate sound of that 'pop’.

With a deep breath, drawn slow and deliberate, he collected his thoughts, grappling with a desire to express something that lay just beyond the surface. His voice, almost a whisper, emerged from within, barely audible but charged with unspoken sentiment. "Your tongue."

"Hm?"

Satoru nodded towards your lips, his words carrying a delicate weight, almost as if he were posing a question. 

"Your tongue," he whispered again, this time as if gently seeking understanding, his hand tentatively lifting toward your face, but hesitated mid-motion.

Your bemused expression remained intact as you pushed the bowl of white chocolate towards Satoru, ignoring the subtle undercurrents of the moment. "Yeah, I have one. Eat up, I can't finish all this by myself.”

Satoru's gaze shifted from the yearning in his eyes to one of unadulterated delight, like a child left unattended in a sweet shop. 

"Thanks," he said. With the same childlike enthusiasm, he dipped his finger into the white chocolate and licked it clean, relishing the creamy sweetness.

With a subtle shift, he moved the bowl closer to your side. His finger then dipped into the dark chocolate bowl, and he held it out to you, looking up with a gentle, inviting expression. Your smile remained genuine as you dipped your finger into the dark chocolate, indulging in its rich taste. As you licked your finger clean, indulging in the chocolatey delight, you noticed Satoru's presence, his gaze focused on the act with a kind of intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. His deep hum of pleasure only added to the charged atmosphere, making you acutely aware of his fixation on your lips, your tongue, the movement of every gesture.

For Satoru, this innocent act held a captivating allure, his eyes ensnared by the graceful motion of your tongue, the way your finger was slowly inserted into your mouth, coated by a mix of saliva and chocolate. The heat within him surged, the internal struggle to maintain composure becoming more challenging with each passing moment. 

You dipped the corner of your thumb into the white chocolate bowl and confirmed your earlier assessment with a wrinkled nose.

"Nope. Still far too sweet," you murmured in good-natured complaint, aiming an accusatory glare at the offending bowl.

Satoru's focus remained intense, the proximity between the two of you forgotten. He took a deep breath, attempting to steady the rising tide of emotions that threatened to betray his composure. In a soft, barely audible whisper, he let out his unspoken admiration, a phrase that held a tenderness akin to an awe-filled sigh. 

"So pretty," he breathed, his lips forming a gentle, almost childlike smile.

"Did you say something?" you asked, momentarily distracted by your thoughts.

Satoru tore his gaze away from you and mumbled an apologetic, "Nothing."

He sought solace in the act of dipping his finger into the milk chocolate. The taste of chocolate melted on his taste buds, prompting a soft sigh of satisfaction as he closed his eyes. After a brief hesitation, he whispered, "Can I have more?"

His attention still captured by the subtle movements of your lips, he wrestled with the longing to taste your smile. The internal flames of desire roared, the struggle to maintain restraint growing more intense, and it was a miracle he hadn’t melted into a puddle of lust-sick goo.

"Sure, go ahead. I've got too much, and I don't wanna waste it," you replied casually, "I was gonna make some chocolates for Halloween, but I messed up tempering the chocolate, so they wouldn't come out right."

Satoru's attention was entranced, his senses consumed by the choreography of your speech. The movement of your lips, the delicate dance of your tongue against your teeth, the mesmerising gestures of your fingers—every nuance held a captivating allure for him. His gaze lingered on your lips, caught in the magnetic pull of your eyes and the subtle curves of your mouth as you spoke. Each syllable seemed to ripple through the air, carrying a delicate beauty that intoxicated him. Oh, how he yearned to draw closer and drink you in, to taste you and to feel you.

You dipped two fingers into the bowl of dark chocolate, the rich, velvety substance clinging to your digits as you simultaneously lifted them to your lips and expertly licked them clean with the graceful sweep of your tongue.

You broke the silence that had enveloped the kitchen. "Are you more of a sweets person or a chocolate person?"

As Satoru reflected on your question, his mind wandered back to a distant memory, a recollection of a fateful evening many years ago. It was the night his parents had finally allowed him to venture outside the Gojo family estate to experience the joy of Trick-or-Treating for the first time. That night had left an indelible mark on him, igniting a lifelong love for sweets of all kinds, and the memory of that sugar rush had stayed with him throughout the years. Satoru had always been known for his adoration of sweets; The answer was sweets.

"Chocolate," he said softly, his gaze remaining fixated on your lips.

"Yeah, same here. Nothing beats chocolate, y'know?" 

Satoru's attention remained captivated by the mesmerising movements of your tongue and lips. He observed the way your lips puckered subtly as you cleaned some milk chocolate from your thumb, the simple act imbued with an unintentional allure. So engrossed was he in this subtle spectacle that he leaned closer to you, drawn in by the magnetic pull of you.

As Satoru leaned closer, your laughter, soft and delightful, broke through the air, the sound music to his ears.

"You have a little somethin'," you pointed out, your grin warm and inviting as you nodded towards him.

He felt a pleasant warmth surge through him as he absorbed your cute smile, the contours of it, and the way it seemed to brighten the room. Realising what you meant, he couldn't help but form a small line with his lips, a faint blush gracing his cheeks. Stepping back slightly, a hint of bashfulness crept into his demeanour, though his fascination with you lingered.

"Aren't you gonna clean it off, or is it a new look for you?" you teased with a chuckle, pointing to the corner of his mouth where a smudge of milk chocolate remained.

Satoru's face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and amusement as he quickly wiped the corner of his mouth clean.

"New look," he mumbled, trying to maintain a playful demeanour despite the warmth that had crept into his face.

Suppressing a laugh, you couldn't help but add: "You missed a spot."

His embarrassment grew as he hurriedly wiped his mouth again, and his response carried a slightly sharp tone. "There. Happy now?"

As his gaze met yours again, it travelled down your neck, fixating on the curve of your shoulder with an undeniable longing. 

A gasp of surprise escaped Satoru as you took matters into your own hands, or rather, your thumb. Feeling the soft pad of your thumb brushing against the corner of his lips, he momentarily lost himself in the sensation, the brief touch sending a shiver through his body. A soft, quiet moan that escaped him.

You efficiently cleaned the melted chocolate, and then with a playful flair, brought your thumb to your mouth, licking it clean. "There. Now you're all good."

Satoru was left slightly breathless, the warmth of the interaction lingering on his lips.

The air in the kitchen crackled with a newfound energy as you dipped your finger into the white chocolate, purposefully smearing a bit onto your lips, a playful innuendo that hung in the air. 

Satoru chuckled, his eyes fixated on the white chocolate smeared across your lips, the sight igniting a fiery heat within him. His gaze was intense, captivated by the way you licked your lips clean, a soft hum of awe escaping him.

He raised his own finger, dipping it into the white chocolate. Instead of smearing, he chose a different path, bringing his finger to his lips and licking the chocolate clean with deliberate precision. His eyes remained locked onto yours, the intensity of his gaze reflecting the overwhelming desire to be closer to you, to taste your sweetness, to let his tongue be a messenger of longing. 

Satoru's anticipation was palpable as he watched you dip your thumb into the dark chocolate bowl. A smile gracing his lips as you cupped his jaw in your hand, the connection between you growing more profound with each passing moment. He closed his eyes, surrendering.

As the tip of your chocolate-coated thumb brushed against his mouth, a deep, shaky breath escaped him, his body trembling. With eyes still closed, he opened his mouth, inviting the sweet temptation within. Your thumb slipped between his lips, and his tongue curled around it, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body.

His eyes snapped open, locking onto yours with an intensity that mirrored the rising desire within him. He sucked on your thumb, a soft, low moan escaping his parted lips as he savoured the taste of the dark chocolate. His mouth remained wrapped around your thumb, your fingers caressing the back of his head, adding to the intoxicating sensations that enveloped him. His body quivered with a fervour, his tongue darting out to lick away the chocolate, creating a soft, wet sensation that sent waves of pleasure coursing through both of you.

Satoru tilted his head, his tongue wrapping around your thumb with a gentle intensity. The sensations that coursed through you were titillating, the intimacy of the moment leaving you both breathless. He continued to suck, using his tongue to expertly remove the melted dark chocolate, the soft, wet sucking noise adding a seductive cadence to the air. As your thumb emerged clean, a rush of satisfaction swept over him.

You delicately slid your thumb out of his mouth, and in a hushed murmur, you inquired, "How'd it taste?"

Satoru's eyes remained fixed on your thumb, still moist from the encounter. A slight smile of satisfaction graced his lips as he studied the string of saliva between his lips and your thumb. He inhaled the lingering aroma. Swallowing, his voice emerged as a quiet rasp, carrying a raw honesty. "Like you."

"Good, then?"

"Good," he murmured as he swallowed again.

As Satoru gently pressed your thumb against his lips, letting it rest there, a gentle sigh escaped him. The touch was a buzz, the taste of chocolate mingled with the essence of you.

Your thumb brushed against his lower lip. The desire within him surged, and the restraint he held onto began to slip. His swirling blue eyes, intense and craving, remained locked onto yours. Unable to resist the allure, Satoru softly sucked on your thumb, the pleasure of the act unmistakable. A soft moan escaped him, his body trembling.

With your free hand, you dipped your fingers into the melted dark chocolate, smearing the rich, velvety substance against Satoru's pale cheek. The contrast between the dark chocolate and his fair skin was a strinking sight—though, rather than marring him, it only made him look all the more mouth-watering. Leaning closer, your tongue pressed to his cheek, tracing a deliberate stripe across the soft skin. The taste of him mingled with the bitter chocolate—a sensual fusion. 

He felt an earnest heat surge through him as your tongue left a searing mark on his cheek, his eyes closing once more. With a growing hunger, he pulled your thumb deeper into his mouth, savouring the taste. His arms wrapped around your waist, and he drew closer, standing between your legs as you sat on the kitchen island. 

He released small sounds of pleasure as you pushed your thumb deeper into his mouth, the taste and sensation overwhelming. The tightness of his embrace around your waist conveyed the intensity of his hunger, his starvation.

A moan escaped him, the pleasure and desire spiralling, but it was swiftly followed by a quiet, choked sound as the sensations grew more potent. His breath quickened, and as his eyes fluttered open, he sought to communicate his need for a moment to breathe. Despite this, he eagerly accepted your thumb once more, craving the taste and the connection it offered.

Sensing his state, you displayed a playful smirk against his cheek, acknowledging the effect you had on him. The soft kiss against his cheek and the withdrawal of your thumb granted him the ability to breathe properly, a relief he welcomed.

With Satoru standing so close, you nuzzled his neck, your words murmured against his skin. "You taste amazing."

"You taste perfect," he responded, laden with longing. The soft, hungry moans escaped him.

As he leaned his head forward, exposing his neck, the invitation was clear, and you gladly accepted. Your tongue swirled and pressed against his neck, your teeth grazing his skin, each touch and sensation eliciting pretty moans and pants from him. The proximity, the taste of you, and the closeness between you had his body trembling.

His fingers clutched at your waist, a silent plea for more, for the delicious torment to continue. The line between flatmate and something else was blurred, replaced by a yearning that begged for fulfilment.

The intensity of the moment reached its peak as Satoru's body betrayed him, his knees beginning to buckle against the kitchen island. His heart raced, his breath quickened, and soft sighs of pleasure escaped him, each exhalation laden with desire. The sensations coursing through him were overwhelming, and he surrendered to the pleasure that enveloped him.

Your touch, cradling his head and pressing him closer to your body, ignited a fire within him that burned away his self-restraint. His breaths came in short, sharp gulps, his eyes tightly closed as he continued to moan, the sounds a testament to the exquisite torment he was experiencing. His fingers, which had initially clung to your waist, transformed into a desperate grip—a plea for more, more, more. He yearned for you to devour him in the sweetest way possible.

The sensation of your teeth sinking into his neck sent a jolt through Satoru's body, his eyes snapping open as his breath hitched in response. The vibrations of your satisfied hum resonated down his spine straight to his loins, to that more primal hunger. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even closer, causing his breath to catch in his throat.

Cute whimpers escaped him as you continued to sink your teeth into his neck, the dark purplish bruises forming under the ravenous caress of your lips. The indulgent torment left him trembling with need and longing. As you soothed the bite marks with your tongue, sucking and kissing them, his body shivered with pleasure. 

"Are you trying to make me like a dessert...?" Satoru whispered in playful anticipation.

"I might eat you like one," you mused, laughter dancing through your words.

Satoru chuckled softly, his hand tenderly running along the back of your neck, the gentle strokes sending waves of pleasure through you.

"Please?" he hoarsely pleaded for a taste that would satiate more than just a physical hunger.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, revelling in the intoxicating closeness. Nuzzling against your neck, his face brushed against your skin with a gentle touch, a platter of kisses, licks, and nibbles that sent ripples of pleasure through you.

His fingers continued their tender exploration, stroking your hair and tracing a slow, deliberate path down your back. Each touch felt like a caress, mapping the curves and contours of your body, as if he were committing the sensation to memory, an artist tenderly tracing the lines of a masterpiece.

You played your part, dipping your fingers into the bowl of milk chocolate with a deliberate laziness, making a show of it, relishing in the decadent act. With a flourish, you sucked the melted chocolate off your fingers, the sound deliberate and loud, a performance that filled the air. Your moans of pleasure, meant for the chocolate but echoing sensually, added to the provocative display. All the while, Satoru was there, an edacious audience to the mesmerising act.

His soft whine of pleasure resonated with the sounds and sights before him. His eyes fluttered open, capturing the eniticing sight of you licking your lips, the taste and aroma of chocolate lingering in the air. His breath caught in his throat, and he let out soft, whining noises of his own, growing louder with each passing moment.

"Open," you whispered, and he obeyed without a moment's hesitation. His mouth slightly parted, pupils dilated with thirst, his gaze locked onto yours.

You leaned closer, the distance between your lips mere inches. The world seemed to hold its breath.

You allowed your milk chocolate-flavoured saliva to drip into his waiting mouth. It was a blend of your essence and the sweetness of chocolate, a taste that sent shivers down his spine. Satoru's grip on your skin tightened as he welcomed the sensation, his mouth opening wider to take in every precious drop. A loud, moan escaped him as he drank in your saliva, the taste of you leaving an indelible mark—trembling with the insatiable craving for you.

"Swallow," you commanded, and he obeyed, swallowing with a soft moan. The pleasure it elicited was evident, his grip on your neck tightening as he continued to make soft, whimpering noises, his gaze fixed on you with an unquenchable thirst.

You leaned in closer, "You like that, don't you?" you whispered, a smugness colouring your tone, gorging on the effect you had on him.

"I love it," Satoru murmured, his voice laced with desire and desperation. "I need more," he confessed, the yearning in his words palpable.

You laughed. "Hungry for more of me?"

"Starving.”

The intimate tension in the air was palpable, a force that left Satoru's features adorned with a flush of the most captivating shade of red. His blue eyes, half-lidded and filled with desire, were fixated on you, a thirst burning within them that yearned to devour you.

With a rapaciousness that knew no bounds, Satoru's hands grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him. Soft, whimpering escaped him as your hips rolled against his, setting his senses ablaze. The press of your body against his was a sensation he craved, and his eyes pleaded with a famished longing, begging for more.

You smeared chocolate against his neck, the tactile sensation adding to the symphony of pleasure that enveloped the room. Satoru's body trembled as he ground against you, the sounds of his moans and whimpers filling the kitchen. He moaned louder as you bit down on his neck, the sensation shooting a wave of electrifying pleasure through him. His teeth ached in response, his mouth watering for you. 

"D'you wanna kiss me, sugar? You wanna taste me for real?" Your lips then found his earlobe, nibbling and licking, a promise of the sensations that could be.

Satoru, overcome with longing, nodded eagerly, a trickle of sweat tracing the line of his flushed face. His grip on your waist tightened, his body moving against yours with a growing urgency, fueled by an insatiable need to be closer, to taste the reality of this desire.

“Then beg,” you commanded.

Satoru's voice, hoarse and raw with desire, quivered as he responded, his moans merging with the symphony of the moment. He pressed his nose into your neck, your proximity overwhelming his senses. 

"Please… Please, I need to feel you. I need to taste you. I need you," he mumbled, his words a desperate plea for the intimacy he craved.

You didn't hold back, the smugness of your laughter giving way to a ravenous kiss. He trembled in your embrace, his mouth opening to welcome the invasion of your tongue. The taste of chocolate and the essence of you mingled, a heady combination that sent his senses into a whirlwind. His tongue writhed against yours, a desperate attempt to enjoy every bit of you. He was a man starved, and he groaned into the kiss.

"Please, I need more," he breathed into your mouth—a chant of desire.

His body quaked with the intensity of his yearning, grinding against you. Your fingernails dug into his neck, making him hiss through gritted teeth. He whimpered as he sucked on your tongue, every moan and every swallow consuming him, the taste of you imprinted on his senses, an imprint he never wanted to fade. He squirmed against your body, wanting more. 

As you pulled away, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips, you could feel the boiling energy in the room.

You wasted no time, plunging your hand into the bowl of melted white chocolate, your fingers finding their way into his greedy mouth. The accidental smear down his chin only added to the intensity, as his eyes closed in pure pleasure. His mouth welcomed your fingers, allowing them to slide in, savouring the taste of the chocolate that spilled down his throat. Each swallow was accompanied by a moan and a whine, the chocolate causing his body to shiver.

Satoru's own grip tightened, his fingers pressing against the back of your head as he sucked and licked, his tongue exploring for every last drop of the chocolate. The desire in his eyes was palpable, the hunger for both of you consuming every waking thought.

You pushed your fingers even deeper into his mouth, eliciting his gag reflex, and his eyes fluttered. "Aw, aren't you so cute?" you teased, your hips rolling in a tantalising rhythm that added to the mounting desire.

Satoru pressed his hips against yours with fervour, driven by the craving to taste every precious drop of the chocolate and your essence.

"I'll do anything to taste you," he whined.

You met his desire with a challenge, arching an eyebrow and pulling your fingers out of his mouth, the same hand covered in the glistening trail of spit that connected you moments ago. Gripping his jaw with determination, you presented him with the opportunity to fulfil his longing.

"Taste me, then."

Satoru's eyes widened with hunger as your spit hit his mouth, his anticipation palpable. Before he could react, you thrust your fingers into his mouth, pushing them down his throat. He gagged and moaned, the sensations both overwhelming and exhilarating. Your saliva mixed with the chocolate was a unique flavour, a taste he craved to savour. As he swallowed your saliva, he choked and whimpered loudly, the feeling of your fingers pressing deeper down his throat.

The wicked grin on your face mirrored the intensity of the moment, a dance of desire that showed no signs of slowing down. One of his own hands gripped your wrist, forcing your fingers to stay shoved down his throat. With determination, you pumped your fingers in and out of his mouth, pushing him to experience the full extent of his cravings.

"Taste all you can," you snickered.

Satoru responded with a loud, girlish whine of desire, his pretty eyes rolling back as he tried to gulp and swallow your spit. The mixture of pleasure, anticipation, and need had him in a trance, and he couldn't get enough. Drool spilt from his rosy lips down his chin, a visible testament to his craving for you. He wrapped an arm around your waist, his moans filling the kitchen as he devoured you. His body writhed against your fingers, the need to taste, to consume, to gorge, to ravage… He couldn’t think.

"Yeah, that's it. That's it, sweet thing. Good, keep going," you chuckled, urging him on.

He responded with a loud, lustful squeak of pleasure. His body pressed against yours with all his weight, the kitchen island providing support as he ground against you. Slick with a layer of your sweet saliva, his tongue was a tantalising instrument, pressing against your fingers with a desperate need. The sensation of his teeth and tongue exploring your fingers was trilling, and he gorged on every moment, wanting to taste all of you at once.

"Alright, that's enough," you said with a teasing click of your teeth.

As you tugged on his fluffy white hair and withdrew your fingers from his mouth, wiping them against his cheek, Satoru let out a loud whine of disappointment. He was left in a state of famine—wanting more, needing more, craving more—your very own Tantalus.

Moaning and looking at you with pleading eyes, saliva dripping down the corner of his mouth, his cheeks pink and lips parted, he whimpered your name softly. His breath came in ragged gasps as he tried to regain his composure.

“But I… I want... I want more,” he whined breathily, desire consuming him.

You leaned in, your lips finding his jaw, and whispered enticingly in his ear, "But I'm impressed, sugar... I think you deserve more of me." 

You softly bit his earlobe, sending a jolt of pleasure through him. Your hands moved with purpose, sliding down to his waist and undoing his belt. The sound of it hitting the floor filled the kitchen, the noise accentuating the anticipation that hung heavily in the air. Satoru shivered with excitement, his eyes rolling back into his head as his fingers dug into your back.

"Please, please, please…”

With trembling hands, his fingers working eagerly to remove the fabric that stood between him and you. He slid his fingers under the hem of your skirt, the touch against the smooth, soft fabric of your underwear making him whine with longing. The lace against his fingertips was a sensation that drove him wild, his fingers writhing in response to the intoxicating touch.

As you leaned in and bit his neck, the pleasure intensified, his breath catching in his throat as he moaned. Every touch, every instruction was a step further into the Third Circle.

"Go on, take them off for me," you whispered, the urgency in your voice coaxing him to act. 

Satoru's obedience was instant. His trembling hands slid your panties down your legs, the quiet rustling noise filling the charged air. As the fabric was removed, his eyes were fixated on you, the hunger in his gaze undeniable. Lifting your leg to rest against his hip, he was granted a provocative view of your body. Desire burned brightly in his eyes as he took in the sight, captivated by the allure before him. 

Your playful smirk spurred you to make a spectacle, a teasing display that left nothing to the imagination. You opened your legs, presenting yourself like a meal on a silver platter being served to a starving man. Satoru's eyes were fixated on you, drinking in the sight of your form, eyes latched onto how your cunt was slick and needy with the arousal that had gathered from him gagging on your fingers. 

With a teasing confidence, your hands moved to undo the strings of Satoru's grey sweatpants, where you could very clearly see the aching hard-on he sported. His heaving breaths filled the air, as your hand pressed against his leg and your skirt was hoisted up further, exposing more of your tempting form.

As your fingers explored his skin, tracing the contours of his thigh, his body quivered with longing. Your hands moved freely up and down the meat of his thighs, gripping and squeezing his flesh.

"Like what you see, sweet thing?" 

Every fibre of his being yearned to taste you, to devour you whole until you could offer no more. His whines grew louder, his desperation palpable as your fingers danced along his thigh, your touch inching to his throbbing cock that dripped with precum and was flushed a pretty red.

“Love what I see.”

Lust hung in the dense air, hung between Satoru’s legs, between your thighs. He leaned in, his intent clear, and his tongue traced a path along your thigh. As his skilled fingers explored every curve, every contour of your being, his lips kissed and suckled on your inner thighs, leaving trails of desire in their wake. You could sense his hunger, a ravenous appetite for the taste of you.

Your lips curled into a coy, lustful smile as you lifted his chin with your fingers, meeting the depth of his hungry gaze. His face was a portrait of desire, the scorching flames of longing reflected in his eyes. 

"Please. I'm starving," he breathed out, his plea shivering with yearning.

"Starving, huh? I guess I shouldn't let you go hungry," you drawled. You dipped your fingers into the bowl of melted milk chocolate and smeared some across your inner thigh. "Are you a messy eater, sugar?"

"I… I’m…" he stammered with a bright blush.

Your fingers laced into his hair as you pulled his head closer, and he was lost in the intoxicating embrace of your thighs. His tongue danced and swirled, relishing the sweet taste of the milk chocolate and the essence of you.

"Eat your heart out," you purred, your nails grazing his scalp—a delicious torment.

The sensations coursing through your body were electrifying, and Satoru's pious ministrations between your thighs left you gasping and trembling with pleasure. His strong hands gripped your hips, urging you to press harder against his face as he explored every inch of dripping your cunt.

His mouth moved with rhythmic precision, his lips slick with your wetness and his saliva as he lavished you. Each deliberate nudge of his nose against your clit sent waves of pleasure cascading through your body, making you arch your back and moan in ecstasy. 

Satoru's half-lidded eyes, dark with hunger and desire, bore into yours, and his whimpers of praise only made your desire consume you more. He yearned to taste and devour every drop of your essence, relishing the thought of making it run down your thighs so he could eagerly lap it up—or even better, make it squirt straight into his mouth for his desperate taste buds.

Your moans grew louder and more urgent, your fingers digging into his hair as you surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure building within you. 

Satoru's tongue delved deeper, and the sensations intensified as he explored your most sensitive depths. Your gasps and moans filled the air as he continued to pleasure you. He maintained a steady rhythm, his movements deliberate and measured, aiming to drive you to the peak of ecstasy. With each thrust of his tongue and gentle exploration of your inner walls, your breath quickened and your body quivered with anticipation. He watched you hungrily, his eyes locked on yours, seeking the signs of your pleasure. 

Satoru's mouth found its way back to your clit, and his skilled tongue traced precise circles around the tender bundle of nerves. The wet, warm sensation sent ripples through you, each flicker of contact causing your body to tremble with delight. The vibrations from his moans spurred on your own ravenous hunger.

Your body responded involuntarily, hips arching towards him in a silent plea for more. He picked up the pace, increasing the intensity of his movements, fully immersing himself in the art of pleasuring you. Every motion of his tongue, every gasp and moan that escaped your lips, only made him devour and drink you in more.

Just before you could cum on his tongue, and much to Satoru’s dismay, you wrenched his head away.

As your lips crashed together in a desperate, passionate kiss, your bodies moulded against each other in a frenzied dance of desire. Satoru's surprised yelp transformed into a moan of pleasure, the taste of you on his tongue heightening his longing. You felt him slide inside you, the sensation making your breath hitch and a loud moan escape your lips. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, seeking the intimate closeness that only heightened the pleasure you both craved. With each thrust, every movement, your bodies consumed each other as fully as you could.

His moans merged with yours, a harmonious blend of pleasure and satisfaction that echoed in the room. The sounds of your passionate union filled the air, a sweet melody of ecstasy that enveloped you both. The world faded away, and in that moment, it was just the two of you, consumed by the intense connection and unyielding desire that drove you closer to the edge.

Satoru's desire and urgency radiated through every touch, every thrust, driving you both closer to the brink. Each movement of his body brought a symphony of pleasure, filling the kitchen with the sounds of your shared desire. Your cries of delight mingled with his, deepening with every thrust, as he pressed against you with increasing urgency born of the overwhelming desire that ravished you both. As Satoru's cock delved deeper inside you, the sensation of your wet pussy contracting and fluttering around him sent ripples of pleasure through his body, amplifying the intensity of his movements. 

He just couldn’t help himself.

In that moment of release, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the intensity of pleasure and the shared ecstasy that enveloped you both. Your bodies moved as one, driven by an insatiable hunger and aching desire for each other. Satoru's cries of bliss mingled with your own, a symphony of pleasure as he spilled into you, a torrent of warmth that further heightened your climax. Satoru's fervent thrusts reached a crescendo, his voice echoing through the room as he spilled his essence into your waiting warmth.

His release triggered a cascade of sensations, the intensity of which was almost overwhelming. His cries of ecstasy and the way he clung to you, his body trembling with the power of his climax, were etched into your memory. Thick spurts of cum filled you as he continued to pound into you.

Your body quaked and convulsed, the sensation of his cum filling you only amplifying the intensity of your own orgasm. The pleasure rippled through you, coursing through every nerve and fibre, leaving you gasping and shivering in the aftermath. It was a moment of pure abandon, where all that mattered was the pleasure you both had ignited within each other.

As the waves of ecstasy subsided, you found yourselves entwined, chests heaving, and breaths mingling in the air. The kitchen was filled with a heady mix of desire and still, although faintly, of chocolate.

The two of you slumped against the kitchen island, completely exhausted. The silence between you is thick. Neither of you says anything to each other and you can hear your panting breathing. You can feel Satoru’s chest rapidly rising and falling as he stayed pressed to you, and he reluctantly pulled out.

Satoru breathed shakily, but was still unable to speak coherently. His face was flushed and still recovering. He looked at you and you could see the glazed-over look of afterglow in his eyes. He looks like a panting mess of exhaustion, forcing out the next few words.

“I need you,” he whispered.

Satoru's lips found yours in a soft, wet kiss before you could respond. A passionate kiss, his mouth searching and seeking, taking in every taste, every curve and caress of your lips. Soft, gentle. Hungry and relentless. His hands moved into your hair, his fingertips pressing against the bare skin of your neck, tracing every curve. His lips pressed and retreated, press… Retreat… Press… There was an undeniable hunger to it—a hunger you now understood, and now shared.

“I need you, too.”

a/n: peep the five stars. peep the Tantalus reference. peep the Dante's Inferno reference. Happy Kinktober! :3

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Tbh I'm horny too and all I can think about if it Seb and MC are 7th years studying for NEWTs in the library/common room with all the other HLCs, MC trying to provoke Seb by giving him looks, purposefully reaching across the table into his space, dropping their quill and bending over, wearing that perfume that drives him crazy, ect, but Seb knows they need to study and pass their test so he resist temptation much to MC's disappointment though unknowingly they unleashed a beast that is being pent up and growing in anger for a couple more days until NEWTs are done.

I love this! I'm not sure if this was a prompt but it inspired me. Thank you 💜

Naughty Escapades and a Wily Temptress

Warnings: 18+, Teasing galore, idiots making a dumb deal, unruly teenagers who can't keep their hands to themselves, cunnilingus, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dirty talk, praise kink, semi public sex, there are probably more but I can't think of them, oh overuse of my favorite pet name which I'm sure you guys can guess by now Pairing: Sebastian x f!MC Word count: 2659 Thanks to @sallow-tales for help with the name of this fic! 😘

Three days before the start of their NEWTs, Sebastian, MC, and all their friends sat on the floor in a corner of the library, books and parchment spread out around them. They had spent every moment between classes here for the past two weeks, cramming in as much study time as they possibly could. Tensions were high amongst the group, every member aware their futures were hanging on the outcome of these tests. Sebastian was tense for a different reason, though. MC would not stop teasing him. All week she had been doing little things to rile him up, undoubtedly hoping he would give in to his desires and go back on their deal. It had been a spur of the moment idea after their first day of studying had ended with him pulling her away, pinning her up against a bookcase and kissing her neck, grinding himself against her thigh. After he came down from the high of his orgasm, his cock back in his pants, he looked her in the eyes, a pained look in his face. “We can’t do this again until these damn NEWTs are over with, Princess. We need to focus on studying while we’re here. Let’s make a deal, no more sex until we’ve both taken our final NEWT. I can’t believe I’m the one saying this but I think it’s a good idea. What do you say?” She had nodded and kissed him before walking back to gather her things. 

The teasing had started a few days later and just like today, it took every ounce of self restraint he possessed to resist her. More than once today he had found his hand automatically reaching out to slap her ass when she leaned forward on her knees to reach for notes from someone in their little circle. He had been able to stop himself in time, but he knew she wouldn't stop trying. 

He looked down at her head on his shoulder, trying to ignore the way she was purposefully blowing on his neck. This was the closest she had been to him in days and the smell of her perfume left his head spinning. Letting out a soft whimper as her breath hit him just right, a shiver running down his spine, he set his quill down. “Princess, don’t you think you should be studying something other than my freckles right now? If you need a break, go sit with the girls for a while.” She pulled away, pouting as she stood and weaved her way over to Imelda and Poppy, looking over her shoulder at him before hiking her skirt up over her knees, and dropping to the floor, sitting exactly the way she did when kneeling in front of him. Flashes of her lips around his cock, her pretty eyes staring up at him, played in his mind and he shifted around, adjusting himself. 

She’s going to be the death of me. 

An hour later she returned, picking up her books, bending over right in front of him giving him a perfect view of her breasts. Before he could help it a small groan left his lips and she smirked. As she sank to the floor, he reached for her waist pulling her into his lap. The little gasp she let out stoked the fire of resolve in him. He leaned in close, brushing her loose hair off her ear before pressing a small kiss to it. “You think it’s funny, teasing me like this, Princess? You think it’s going to get you what you want?” He gripped her jaw, turning her head to face him. “I assure you it won’t. Not yet.” He lifted her off him, roughly setting her down next to him once again. He took a deep breath, shaking his head to clear it of the already fading feeling of her body on his. He longed for her more than he could express, but he was determined to see this through. 

Okay, you can do this, Sebastian. It’s only another week. Seven days. Just seven more days. 

——————— 

The morning after his final NEWT was over, Sebastian sought her out like a heat-seeking missile, ready to explode. He found her by the edge of the lake with Poppy, Natty, and Imelda, splayed out in the grass, laughing as the sun danced on their faces. He wasted no time, getting her attention with a loud shout of her name, his lips curling into a slight snarl. He knew he probably looked terrifying, out of his mind, racing towards her, his clothes disheveled from running around the castle, but he didn’t care, he was desperate to have her. Dropping to his knees, he sank down between her legs, just barely resisting the urge to throw one over his shoulder right then and there, smiling as he caught a glimpse of her bare pussy, thanking Merlin he’d finally convinced her to stop wearing panties. “I think you owe me something, love, and I’m here to collect.” Around him the other girls gasped and giggled, and he looked up, smiling at them. “Hello, ladies, having a nice day are we?” Not waiting for an answer he leaned over MC and crushed his lips onto hers, groaning as she wrapped her legs around him and deepened their kiss, her hands tangling in his hair and grabbing at his shirt. When she finally released him, a smirk on her face, his resolve to hold out for privacy broke. “Fuck, Princess, I will take you right here in front of your friends if you don’t stop teasing me.” When her grip on his shirt didn't loosen he made a show of reaching for his pants, getting the top button undone before she stopped him. 

“Not here, Sebastian!” She pushed him off her, shaking her head as he roughly pulled her to her feet, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder before turning around and carrying her towards the castle. He felt her wave to her friends, chuckling as they made exaggerated ohs and small whistles, Imelda even shouting “Get it babe!” before they broke into loud laughter again. 

Oh, don't worry she’s going to.  

He carried her to the closest classroom, now empty for the rest of the term, setting her down on the teachers desk before he closed the door. “Get your skirt off, MC, unless you want me to rip it off you.” Standing by the door, he watched as she eagerly slid the fabric over her hips, shifting to push it past her butt, loving the sound as it finally fell in a heap to the floor. Letting out a soft groan, he slipped off his robe. “Spread your legs, Princess, touch yourself for me.” Feeling his heart race as she did, soft moans reaching him as she circled her clit, he forced himself to stay where he was, to enjoy the show she was putting on for him. His cock twitched endlessly as she stuck two fingers into her mouth, sloppily running her tongue over them before bringing them down to her core, slipping them into herself with a loud sigh, her eyes fluttering closed as she found the rhythm she wanted. Rubbing his palm over his clothed cock a few times, he closed the distance between them, quickly undoing the rest of his buttons, freeing his cock from its confines. One hand wrapping around himself, stroking slowly, the other hand gripped her jaw pulling her lips to his, greedily forcing them open to admit his tongue. 

When the dizziness from loss of oxygen forced him to break away, he gripped her wrist stilling her movements, gently pulling her fingers out of her core. Once again dropping to his knees in front of her, he took them into his mouth, sucking them clean before wrapping his arms around her legs, pulling her closer to the edge of the desk. Kissing at her thighs, he looked up at her. “Have you missed me, Princess? I sure as hell have missed you.” Flattening his tongue he lapped at her folds, groaning against her as her hands found their way into his hair and she tugged at the soft brown strands. 

“God, yes! I’ve missed you so much, Sebastian…oh that feels so good.”

He swirled his tongue around her clit, gently sucking at it as he pushed a finger into her, pumping his hand quickly. “Fuck, I want to make you cum on my tongue, baby, but we don’t have time for that right now. Someone is bound to hear the beautiful sounds you make for me.” She bucked her hips under him, her strong grip holding his head in place as her thighs closed around him. “Okay, I get the hint, a few more minutes of tasting your delicious pussy it is.” He chuckled as her legs spread open again, returning to his task with renewed enthusiasm. He slurped at her folds, moved his head every which way, used every tick he had to make the minutes count. Looking up at her as he caught his breath, admiring the beauty in the expressions he could get her to make, he heard shouting outside the classroom. They froze as the sound grew louder, accompanied by hurried footsteps, relaxing as whoever it was ran by, the sounds dissipating as they moved further away. The refreshed reality of their situation and realization they could be caught at any moment spurred Sebastian into action. “Fuck, baby that was close, we can’t wait any longer.” He stood up, giving her a quick kiss, sighing as she licked her juices off his lips, taking her hands and gently pulling her off the desk. “Turn around and bend over, I’m going to take you fast and hard, just the way you like.” Caressing the soft skin of her butt as she bent over, he lined up with her slit, quickly pushing into her in one swift motion. Thrusting into her, he groaned at her velvety softness, her walls already twitching around him as he set a quick pace, hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. As the sweat built on his forehead, their sounds of pleasure drowned out by the slaps of his thighs against hers, he studied her face. Her cheek pressed against the cool surface under her, mouth open letting her soft whimpers escape, her eyes shut tight in bliss. Reaching down he lifted her leg onto the desk, desperate to be deeper inside her, and he hit the deepest part of her, making her groan and clutch uselessly at the smooth wood surface of the desk. “Damn, you look so beautiful right now, MC. I love that you let me see you this way, powerless and falling apart around me. You never look so breathtaking to me, Princess. Okay, maybe when you use Ancient Magic, but that’s different. Then I’m the powerless one falling apart for you.” 

She giggled softly, “Good to know there’s equal opportunity for you in this relationship, Sebby.” He laughed loudly at her joke while increasing the power behind his thrusting, and they fell into a fit of laughter as the heavy wooden desk beneath her suddenly shifted, the leg grinding against the stone floor as it moved. 

“We’re gonna get caught if we stay here much longer, baby. Are you close?” He looked over his shoulder at the door as if expecting someone to walk through it at that exact moment. 

“Did you mean it, Sebastian, would you actually have done it?” 

He whipped his head around, his look of pleasure giving way to one of confusion. “Done what, love?” 

Her voice was soft as she shyly admitted what was on her mind and he had to slow his thrusts to be sure he heard her. “Would you really have…fucked me in front of my friends?” 

He chuckled, stepping back slightly, pulling her off the desk and up to him. Wrapping his arms around her, pressing her back into his chest, he brushed her hair off her neck, lips leaving wet kisses in his wake. “Yes, I would have. Would you have liked that, Princess? Think you could have gotten over the shock of it, forgotten your embarrassment once my cock was inside you?” Resuming his fast pace thrusting, he kissed her jaw as she threw her head back against his shoulder with a loud moan. “Answer me, Princess.” 

“Yes! Yes, I would have loved it! Fuck, I would have loved it so much!” She brought an arm up to wrap around his neck, fingers clutching at his hair. 

“Mmmhm, that’s my girl, my good girl.” Letting go of her hip he moved his hand down to rub slow circles against her clit. “You never did tell me if you were close to cumming, but it doesn’t matter now. I’m going to make you cum on my cock and then I’m going to fill you with my seed, and you’re going to go back out to your friends, giggling as they ask you about what I did to you. I want you to tell them. Tell them what a good slut you are for me. I want you to blush and stumble over your words as you admit you let me cum inside you and that you love the way it feels dripping out of you as they question you.” He felt her walls clench around him, her orgasm about rock through her. “Fuck, you really like that idea don’t you, Princess? You want all your friends to know how naughty you are…That’s it, cum for me, baby.” Panting in her ear, he fucked her through her orgasm, pressing kisses to every inch of her skin he could reach. Burying himself inside her, resting his head on her shoulder, he let out a deep guttural grunt as he reached his climax, ropes of his seed coating her walls as they gently fluttered around him a few final times. 

Sighing happily he pulled her body as close as he could, letting her relax against him. “Gods, you are incredible, baby. I love you.” Pulling out of her, spinning her around he peppered soft kisses over her face, making her giggle as she returned the sentiment. Bending down he picked up her skirt, shaking out the rumpled fabric, holding her steady as she stepped into it, and slowly pulled it up her legs. Fluffing up her hair, dislodging the flyaways stuck to her damp forehead, and tucking in her shirt, he gave her a deep kiss. Stepping back and tucking his cock back into his pants, he ran his eyes over her as she smiled innocently at him. “There, now you can’t even tell you just spent the last hour being a dirty little slut. Are you ready to get back to your friends, Princess? Ready to tell them all the things I did to you and how much you loved it? Honestly, I’ll be disappointed if they don’t give me nasty looks next time I see them.” Laughing, he took her hand, slowly opening the door, peeking out before pulling her into the corridor. Running through the castle, laughing at her little screams as he pretended to chase her, picking her up and spinning her around when he ‘caught’ her. As they burst through the doors that would lead them to the lake, he slung his arm around her neck, pulling her close. “I can’t believe we only have a little time left here. I’m going to spend every free moment we have left burying my cock in you, Princess. But for now, go spend time with your friends.” He kissed her cheek and gave her ass a small slap, smiling happily as he watched her head for her friends.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x female!reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow oneshot #sebastian sallow fic #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy smut #hogwarts legacy oneshot #writing request #asks answered #imelda reyes #poppy sweeting #natsai onai #garreth weasley #ominis gaunt

[dystychiphxbia]

☆ - love is blind

Nagi angst but im v bad at angst?

im not rly happy w this but the concept has been in my mind for a while!!

gn!reader, in the end characters are in their 20s, some nsfw mention, not proofread

☆ Loving Nagi Seishiro wasn't easy.

You two met in high school, his height first catching your attention. That white hair was unique, and you would notice yourself constantly stealing glances at him. But he was the school loner, and you had a reputation to hold...

However, Reo asked you to become the manager for the football club, which you reluctantly accepted. You were familiar with the sport, just not very good at it. But you knew you could help them out, and what better way to learn more about Nagi Seishiro than be the team's manager?

In a way, you were disappointed. Yes, Nagi was very good at football. A genius, like they said. But his lack of motivation and how he needed Reo for everything was such a huge turn off.

Nagi would often rest his head on your shoulder. You didn't mind it, and just let him rest there as long as he wanted. Well, more like until Reo dragged him back to practice, because if it was up to Nagi, he would stay there until evening. Often you would pat his head and tell him to go back to practice already. "Nuh-uh, this is more comfy." He would answer. Somehow, it made your heart beat a bit faster.

Soon enough, Reo and Nagi got their invitations to Blue Lock. You stayed back with the rest of the team, hoping to get news from them. But no texts ever came.

You didn't see them again until the U-20 match that you went to watch. "Reo! Nagi!" You would wave from the stands, and they would wave back at you. Well, at least Reo did, with Nagi simply glancing at you. It broke your heart a little.

But your eyes stayed on Nagi for the whole match. He seemed to have grown so much, and you felt glad seeing that. The whole time, you had worried about him, so seeing him do just fine made you relax. After the match, you greeted both of them, but noticed that their relationship was...off? It was nothing like when they left. You talked to both of them separately, and you could swear it was the first time Nagi smiled at you.

Now, the Blue Lock was over, and you were finishing high school. You had just one thing left to do before graduating, confessing to Nagi Seishiro. You didn't really care about the outcome, you just had to get the feelings off your chest. So, you slipped a note in his desk, asking him to meet you behind the school once classes were over.

In a way, you felt surprised when he actually showed up. As third years with graduation right around the corner, you no longer had any club activities, so Nagi would always go straight home or to the arcade once classes were over. Reo would often tag along, and from time to time, he would drag you with them. You had told him about your feelings for Nagi beforehand, and he had told you to just go for it.

So here you are, letting all your feelings loose. You told him how he has caught your attention from the start, and how much you admire all the work he has done. You told him about all the lonely nights when he was at Blue Lock, and you were just waiting for a text to show up. You told him about how your heart beats faster every time you think of him, how he's your first and last thought everyday.

"I like you, Nagi Seishiro." You ended your speech. His silence made you nervous, and you couldn't read his expression. "I just wanted to get this off my chest, you don't need to -" "I like you too."

Your eyes widened at that. Did you hear him right? Nagi Seishiro...liked you? "Are you...serious? You really like me?" You couldn't help but question him. He awkwardly shifted, hand scratching the back of his head. "Yeah. I told Reo that I usually get butterflies in my stomach when I see or think about you...And that I think of you often...He said that I probably have a crush on you so that must be it." "So...can we date?" Gosh, your heart was about to burst. "Yes."

Back then, you didn't know what you were getting into. Soon after you two became a couple, graduation came up. You would celebrate it with Nagi's and Reo's friends. "Woah, Nagi has a girlfriend?" His friends would be interested in you, just what kind of a person caught Nagi's eye? Nagi would wrap his hand around your waist to protect you from his friends that he didn't trust, and you would just laugh at him and tell him not to worry, because you only love him.

After graduation, you moved into Nagi's apartment. You would start by deep cleaning the whole place, still blinded by the love you felt for Nagi. He had nothing against you moving in, he actually liked the idea. Having you around all day, being able to cuddle, and get your homemade meals everyday. That sounds just perfect.

But you started your studies in university, and you weren't around all day. While Nagi did start his studies as well, he rarely went on campus. You wondered if he would ever graduate, but you didn't pressure him. You were happy, as long as he was happy.

For Nagi, happiness meant games. He still played football, but not as actively. You felt like he was stuck. He had talked about going pro for the easy money, but now he was just always at home playing games.

Soon you started to notice that you do all the housework. "Seishiro, take the trash out while I'm gone, okay?" Nagi would just answer with a hum, and you would come back home to him on the exact same spot where you left him, and the trash was still there. Quietly, you would take it out, and start making dinner. Then you would wash the laundry, put it to dry, clean the kitchen, maybe vacuum if the house looked dirty...All while still having to study for your finals that were coming up. You would then sit next to Nagi, give him a kiss on the cheek, and ask him about his day. "Mm, nothing special." Of course there was nothing special, he just stayed home all day. "I see." You flashed him a smile that he probably didn't even see, before leaving the room.

You would end the day with schoolwork, forcing Nagi to shower and brush his teeth with you, and then you two would go to the bed. Well, most of the time, he would return to his games for a few more hours.

On some nights, Nagi did want to get intimate. But it just meant you either sucking him off or lazy sex with you riding him. You don't remember when the last time was that he gave you head or when you two actually made love. You always had hope of it being different next time, but you always ended up disappointed.

Things were a bit better when Reo was around. He would make sure that Nagi helps you with cleaning and would scold him for just playing video games. He would also drag Nagi with him to practice, and you would then spend the evening alone.

Yes, things were always a bit better when Reo was there. So maybe that's why you looked for comfort in him. You visited him one night after Nagi had ignored you, and one thing led to another, and you two slept together. The morning after that was filled with guilt, but Reo kept telling you that everything would be okay. You had gone home around noon, and Nagi was still in bed. He didn't question where you had been, but he did pull you to the bed with him, wrapping his arms around you. This used to make your heart beat faster, but now it felt like nothing. You had noticed how messy the apartment was just from one night of you being gone.

Nagi Seishiro was helpless, and you felt more like his mom than his girlfriend. You wondered, what changed? Until you realized that nothing did. Nagi was always like this. You were just so blinded by love, that you didn't notice it before.

Reo would give you expensive gifts for no reason, while Nagi barely remembered your birthday. You were convinced that he wouldn't have remembered without Reo reminding him. Reo probably decided on his gift to you as well.

You loved Nagi. You tried everything to fix your relationship, but one person cannot fix something that requires two people. You would spend countless nights crying, asking where you went wrong. But you never did anything wrong. You two just weren't meant to be. You couldn't motivate Nagi to live his life.

You slowly started packing your things, wondering if he would notice your presence disappearing. He didn't, or at least he never questioned you.

You told Reo that you were planning on breaking up with Nagi. He basically begged you to stay, but you told him that you just can't. That one night you had spent with Reo felt way better than these past 4 years with Nagi.

You didn't love Reo. But that one night with him made you realize, that what you had with Nagi wasn't love either. Reo understood you like no one else did, and he wished you good luck with the path you chose. Honestly, you felt like you were going to miss Reo more than Nagi.

One evening, you sat Nagi down in the kitchen. "Let's break up." You said. This time, you didn't have a long speech like the time you confessed to him. Nagi averted his gaze, his eyes showing a glimpse of sadness. But you no longer cared, he had 4 years to show you, and he never did. You left that evening.

It didn't take long for you to move on with your life. You graduated from university, got a good job, and met someone who loved you equally as much as you loved them.

One night, as you were grocery shopping with your partner, your eyes landed on a familiar pair. Nagi and Reo. So, those two were still inseparable? Of course they were, you couldn't see Nagi living without Reo.

Nagi saw you, and your eyes met. You swore his eyes lit up for a second, until he saw your partner wrap their arm around your waist to grab your attention. Seeing Nagi, your eyes meeting, didn't raise any emotions in you. You felt nothing.

You no longer love Nagi Seishiro.

#blue lock x reader #blue lock #bllk x you #bllk x reader #nagi seishiro #nagi seishiro x reader #blue lock angst #bllk angst #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro x you

[softestqueeen]

do you trust me, sweetheart?

pairing: simon "ghost" riley x afab!reader

summary: After an unsuccessful mission, you notice how tense and stressed your colleague Simon “Ghost” Riley is. When you ask him how you can help him relieve some stress, things take an unexpected turn…

warnings: 18+ MDNI!! smut, p in v sex, slight corruption kink, chocking, face fucking, blow job, blindfold, handcuffs, BDSM, pet names, breeding, bondage, cum eating, aftercare

wordcount: 3.549 words

a/n: Hey, this is a request from my friend! I haven’t written in quite some time, so this was actually very refreshing! Enjoy <3

The team and you had planned this mission for months. Almost every possible scenario and outcome had been discussed and only the best trained of your colleagues were picked out for it. Hours and hours of preparation had gone into this mission and still.

You failed.

The abandoned warehouse you were sure contained some high-profile weapons turned out to be a well constructed trap.

It is not surprising that the lot of you was not just disappointed but also frustrated. You retreated to your personal quarters, showered, put on more comfortable clothes and went out again.

You and Simon “Ghost” Riley have been colleagues for a long time. For quite some time you could even call him a friend. The two of you talked a lot, so you knew that this loss was not taken easy by the soldier.

So, you left the comfort of your home to go to his. You were all living at the same place, as every moment you could be called for a mission.

You knocked on his door and a few moments later, Ghost opened the door. He was dressed in a black suit with a matching black shirt that stretched along his chest as he leaned one of his arms against the doorframe.

The top three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, and you could see his tanned skin that lay hidden underneath.

“What’s up, buttercup? Is everything all right?”, you felt a slight blush creeping up your checks at the pet name, even though you were already used to them. His voice sounded immediately concerned when you showed up without an invitation. You didn’t think too much about intruding, you knew that he rarely got any visits from anyone, and if he did, he always told you.

“Nothing, I just wanted to check on you. I know that you always blame yourself and get stressed if missions don’t go according to plan.”, you reassured him, “Can I come in?”

He just nodded and stepped away, letting you in. You got comfortable on his couch as he poured you and himself a cup of tea. He took a seat on a comfy looking chair next to you, so he didn’t have to sit on the same piece of furniture with you, but he could still talk to you and hear you without having to crane his neck.

“How are you doing?”, you asked him before taking a sip of your tea.

“I’m fine.”, he answered you, but you were having none of that bullshit and put on your best ‘you serious’ look.

He let out a heavy sigh, before hesitantly telling you. “Well, you know, I’m just extremely stressed and frustrated.”

“Let me help you relieve it. Let me help you relax.”, you pleaded, worried about your best friend. At you words he practically stared into your soul, zoning out at the thought of it.

He normally relieved stress through sex. He needed the control that came with it and the blinding pressure. Normally, that wasn’t too hard to accomplice. There were enough opportunities for him to bring a girl home from a bar, fuck her into oblivion and then make her leave after breakfast. No feelings, no strings attached.

But with you.

With you it was different. Since he and you have become closer, he could feel how you broke down his walls. He could also feel the crush that he has developed on you and how his cock started throbbing every time you came closer to him. You drove him insane, so you are saying that you would ‘help him relieve his stress’ made him almost lose it.

He seemed to have snapped out of it and broke eye contact with you.

“Don’t say that sweetheart. You don’t want that.”, he told you, a certain edge in his voice. At the new pet name, you had to try to suppress the blush that was threatening to creep up your neck and onto your cheeks.

Slowly you started to realise what he meant, and you were actually a little bit shocked that you didn’t mind at all.

“Why not?”

Without realising you were slowly inching closer to him, leaning over the armrest of the couth, looking up at him through your lashes.

Ghost could feel his pants getting tighter, his cock starting to throb.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish, sweetheart.” His voice was heavier now, deeper. It made a rush of wetness flood to your pussy. You knew you wanted this, and you knew that Ghost wanted it too.

You got up from your seat, his eyes never leaving yours, and stood before him.

“What if that’s what I want?”, you asked before straddling his lap and sitting down on his already hard cock. At the touch Simon threw his head back, hissing at the sudden stimulation. Instinctively, he put his hands onto your waist. He leaned his head forward again, almost touching your lips before whispering.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to ruin this between us or make you uncomfortable. I also don’t want to ruin you. I don’t like that boring stuff in bed. Just so you know.” He hated the possibility of you not wanting to continue, but he needed your consent. He needed to hear you say that you want him just as much as he wants you.

You thought about that for a moment. You don’t have that much experience, but you trusted Ghost. You were definitely sure about that.

“Please, Ghost, I want it. Show me how to make you feel good.” At your words you could feel his cock twitch underneath you and you leaned forwards and connected your lips. It started out soft, but you could feel how he was holding back. You grabbed the lapels of his suit to pull him closer to you, forcing your tongue into his mouth.

You could feel him growling into your mouth and you started to softly grind against his groin. He pulled away, grabbing your wrists so you didn’t cling onto him anymore. You feared you’ve done something wrong before he spoke up.

“How about we take this to the bedroom, baby?” You answered him with a nod before pressing you lips against his neck, trailing kisses to his jawline and sucking a few hickeys onto his tanned skin.

He grabbed your hips again, letting go of your hands, to lift you up like you weighed nothing and carry you to the bedroom.

He put you down on the bed before climbing on top of you and kissing you again. He let his hands roam your still clothed body before slipping his hands slip under you oversized jumper. He slowly caressed you skin before straight up groping you. He started with your stomach and waist but quickly found your breasts.

He groped them, pulled at your nipples, and toyed with them. He had you moaning and writhing underneath him in no time. That didn’t take too long though, as he quickly pulled his hands away again.

He pulled back completely to take off your jumper and told you to take off your trousers. He didn’t bother undressing but the moment you were nude he just stood there and looked. You could almost say he gawked at you naked body. He almost made you feel insecure with his piercing gaze and silence.

Before you could cover your body or speak up, he straddled your hips again and made eye contact with you.

“Do you trust me sweetheart?!”, he asked. You knew he wouldn’t pressure you or force you to do anything you didn’t want to do.

“Yes, I do”, you answer without much hesitation.

At your words he got up again and opened one of his nightstand drawers. Your eyes follow his muscular frame. He was still dressed in a tight suit, and you didn’t know if you wanted to see what’s underneath or if you preferred him dressed like this.

You were still undressing him with your eyes as he takes out a black piece of fabric.

A blindfold.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to, sweetheart.”, he told you before adding, “I don’t use safe words. But there’s a system. Don’t be shy to speak up. Green is for everything is alright, yellow means slow down and when you say red I’ll stop completely. Understand?”

“Yes.”

You could remember that.  At this point you’d do anything to have him touch you.

He straddles your stomach, his hips just underneath your breasts. He tilted you head up with one of his fingers that found it’s way under your chin.

“Lean forward”, he instructed you and you did. He gently placed the blindfold over your eyes, tying a knot in the back. He pressed you back into place by your shoulders.

He opened his fly, taking out his already aching cock. He stoked himself a few times, granting himself at least a little bit of relief, before letting go, enjoying your reaction to his cock falling onto your exposed skin.

You were already looking forward to having him inside of you – either your mouth or cunt, you didn’t care. If you could already feel him on you even though he was still slightly hovering above you, he must be big.

“You think you can already take my cock, sweetheart?”, he asks, a cocky grin adorning his face. Even though you can’t see it, you can hear it.

As an answer you only tilted your head back, opened you mouth and stuck out your tongue. Ghost let out a dark chuckle before taking two of his fingers and inserting them into your mouth.

Even though you didn’t expect that, you didn’t mind, even though you were not sure where he was going with this.

Starting off slowly he pressed his fingers down on your tongue before sliding them deeper into your mouth. He could feel your breath against his fingers, so he also felt your breath catch in your throat when his fingers almost hit the back of your throat.

You closed your lips around his fingers, hollowing your cheeks and slightly sucked on them. Simon could feel his breath now catching in his throat at the sinful sight in front of him; you, blindfolded, sucking on his fingers while he was straddling your chest.

He couldn’t resist.

He took the hand that was not inside of your mouth right now and wrapped it around your throat. That was hand that was still gloved, he took off the other one so he could really feel you.

He didn’t squeeze or choke you (yet), but he just wanted to see his hand wrapped around your beautiful throat, with the knowledge that he could restrict your breathing anytime and that you would probably let him.

But that would have to wait.

For now, he just thrust his fingers in and out of your mouth, feeling your velvety tongue gliding against them. He couldn’t wait to stuff his cock into your mouth between those plush lips and into your tight throat, bulging it so he could feel his cock with the hand that was around your throat.

At the thought he could feel a drop of pre cum escaping his cock and dripping onto your exposed cleavage. Great, now his cock was also uncontrollably twitching while you were still blissfully unaware, sucking on his fingers.

He removed his fingers from your mouth with a silent pop and inched forward with his hips.

“Put your hand on my thigh, baby. Tap twice if it get’s too much, ok?”, he told you softly, but still loud enough to be heard through the blindfold that was also covering your ears. You nodded, but that didn’t satisfy him yet, as much as he wanted to just thrust into your mouth right now, he needed you to say it out loud.

“I need you to use your voice love, do you understand?”, he asked.

“Yes, I understand.”, you answered him, already eager to feel the weight of his cock on your tongue.

He inched even closer. Now you could feel his wet and fat head against your lips. They parted without any resistance, biding him entrance onto the heat of your mouth.

The moment his cock made contact with your tongue, Ghost swore he almost came right then and there. But he controlled himself as he slowly entered your mouth, not wanting to overwhelm you right away.

He took his time and placed his hand on top of yours. He didn’t cover your fingers though, so you could have tapped out if you wanted to.

Once he fit half of his thick length into your mouth he came to a halt. You didn’t know how much more you could take or how much there was even left to take.

Still, you temporarily closed your mouth around his cock and lightly sucked, making Ghost curse under his breath.

“Fuck sweetheart. You look so pretty with my cock stuffed into your mouth; I can’t wait for you to take me whole. “, he growled above you, his eyes lidded as he looked down on you.

You couldn’t see him or gauge his reaction, still you risked it. You sucked hard in him, making Ghost almost slam his cock completely into your mouth. He was just able to control himself, even though there’s nothing he’d rather do.

He had to brace himself against the headboard while still controlling himself inside of your mouth.

Once he calmed down, he got into position again and slowly picked up his movements again. He cradled your face as he as he filled you with the last inch of his cock. Once he hit the back of your throat he stopped again. He could feel your throat around him pulsing. You were probably trying not to gag, which only made the whole thing so much hotter.

Simon could feel your grip tightening on his thigh, but you didn’t tap out.

“Fuck, you’re being such a good girl for me. I could spend an eternity in that hot mouth.”, he breathed out, trying really hard to control himself.

He started to pull out almost completely before he thrust into you again. While he started thrusting into his mouth and fucking your face, his hand remained on your cheek. He tried to comfort you while he took from you what he wanted, no, what he needed.

He could feel you starting to get more confident. You moved your tongue around his dick and occasionally sucked on his length, making him throw back his head and moan.

He knew you were by no means a virgin, still it surprised him how fast you grew confident and comfortable as well in this new situation.

With you working your tongue and lips over him, and even occasionally humming or moaning around him, Simon wasn’t surprised that he could feel his orgasm approaching.

“I’m going to cum, sweetheart. Want me to cum down your pretty throat, baby? Want me to fill up your mouth before I fill up your pussy, huh?”, he asked you almost mockingly. You tried to nod around his cock as best as you could, but settled on moaning around him, starting to meet his thrusts and moving your tongue over him faster.

He let go of your check and out his hand at the back of your head, burying his cock completely inside of you. With your nose you could feel the little hairs that are above his dick.

Not a second later he released inside of your throat, spurting his cum down your throat. You tried to swallow it all, not wanting to disappoint him.

In the meantime, Ghost was groaning and moaning above you, as he experienced one of the best orgasms of his life.

He stayed inside you a little bit more before pulling his softening cock out of you completely. While doing so, a little bit of his cum landed on you chin and he quickly picked it up with his fingers and fed it to you. When you sucked his finger clean, he was already semi hard again.

He slid down so he was straddling your waist, his gloved and naked hands trailing over your body, only stopping to toy with your breasts for a moment.

He leaned forward and took off your blindfold. You groaned at the sudden light and Ghost gave you a moment to adjust, shielding your eyes from the sudden brightness.

“Colour, baby?”, he asked you, once your eyes had adjusted again.

“Green.”

That’s all he needed.

He leaned forward and pressed his lips to yours. He was covering your body with his broad frame, his clothed body against your bare one.

You couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you.

He pulled away before whispering against your lips. “Let me tie you up baby, please.”

You’ve never had someone tie you up. You also never had someone blindfold you, so that’s not a valid argument. But in the end, you really enjoyed the blindfold, so Ghost probably knows what’ll feel good.

“Okay, Simon.”, the use of his first name always got him going and even more so when you were the one saying it.

He gave you a quick peck on the lips before getting up again and returning to his bedside drawer. He pulled out a pair of pink plush handcuffs. Where does someone even get this?

He looked so damn sharp with his tight black suit, his erect cock the only contrast. Now that you could properly see it, you must admit: He really was big. Of course, you already felt him inside of you, but looking at it is definitely something else.

Again, he straddled your waist, his cock landing heavy on your stomach.

“Hands above your head.”, he demanded, not even a pet name leaving those sinful lips.

You did as he told you and he leaned forward to put your wrists into the cuffs, experimentally tugging them to see if they were tight enough.

He scooted back a bit, so he was kneeling between your legs and with his bare hand he pressed down your cuffed hands.

With his gloved hand he grabbed you hips and lifted them onto his thighs. Your legs immediately spread and could feel his heavy cock against your wet pussy. He was slightly leaning forward so he could still hold your hands down with one arm as he started rubbing his length through your pussy, wetting it in your juices.

With every thrust he hit your clit, making you moan. Before you could complain about the teasing you felt his wet tip against your entrance.

“Don’t forget your colours baby, I won’t hold back.” That was his only warning before he thrust into you, burring himself to the tilt. You could feel his pubes against your clit as he practically split you in half with his fat cock.

After a few seconds, so both of you could adjust, he starts rutting into you, not showing any mercy.

He was moaning and groaning freely now, his hold on your hip tightening, already bruising your skin. Your noises mixed with his and the sound of skin slapping against skin were the only noises that were heard in the room.

With every thrust you were getting closer and closer. The intense face fucking had already turned you on more than you liked to admit and now it was only a matter of time before you would get to your high.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good. Such a good girl, so tight around my cock. Taking me so well.” He babbled slightly incoherent praises, probably not even registering what he was saying, while he was increasing his speed again.

Your back arched off the mattress when you suddenly felt his tip jabbing against that sweet spot inside of you.

“G- G- Ghost?”, you stammered, “I need to cum. Please cum with me! Fill me with your cum, please.”

At you words he just speed up his thrust, making them slightly sloppy. With a final groan he came to a halt inside of you, painting your walls with thick ropes of his sticky white cum. The sensation of him spilling inside of you, made you tip over the edge, clamping down on his cock and screaming his name.

You caught your breaths before Ghost pulled out of you and removed the handcuffs. The feeling of his cum dripping out of sent a shiver down your spine.

He disappeared into the bathroom, getting some lotion and a damp washcloth.

First, he sat down on the edge of the bed and spread lotion over your reddened wrists. Then he took the washcloth and cleaned off the cum that was spilling out of you.

He placed a kiss on your lips and went to undress, only keeping on his boxers.

You definitely preferred him like this.

He gave you one of his t shirts (which looked comically large on you) and helped you into it. He laid down next to you and pulled you into his chest, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “Relaxed now?”, you asked him, making Ghost laugh. It was the last thing you heard before dozing off into a deep slumber.

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[cfr749]

What’s your opinion on the Valentine’s Day storyline? specifically Tim being upset with Lucy and just how it was written in general?

Hi anon!

Thanks for the ask! I'm sorry it took me so long to get back to you!

So I will admit my feelings have evolved a bit on this particular storyline especially in context of season 6 (which I am enjoying so far).

I'll start with my thoughts on the whole five-player-trade thing since those storylines were so intermingled (and apparently that whole thing is going to be the gift that keeps on giving 😂).

Side note: I still wish they would have just dealt with the repercussions of the whole TO/Rookie superior/subordinate thing directly instead of inventing all this sorcery when they could have just acknowledged the inherent misogyny and sexism they've already admitted exists.

We still could have had the cuteness of the group scene and all the plotting to find an opening for Tim without making Lucy out to be a manipulator.

But for whatever reason, they really didn't seem comfortable dealing with the power dynamic issues and repercussions head on, so now I guess we get to see Aaron try to date his therapist instead 😂😬

But at least it seems like they are trying to fix their framing this season by making it clear to the audience that Lucy is the one being wronged, so that's a good thing in my book even though it's hard to see her struggle.

So, after all that, you will be shocked to hear that I wasn't a huge fan of Lucy's choice to do the five-player-trade thing 😂.

I do understand why Tim was upset with her. I think doing what she did behind his back was a problem. Don't get me wrong, though -- they both failed majorly at adult communication 101 here.

Tim should have talked to her before he made the decision to switch positions. Had they discussed it, I don't think Lucy would have felt the same level of responsibility and pressure that she did to make sure Tim wouldn't be stuck in a role he hated. Mostly because she never would have agreed to him taking a desk position and they would have had to work together to come up with another solution. From there, the story could have unfolded very differently.

Tim made a choice behind her back that impacted their relationship, but only his career. Lucy went behind Tim's back and made a choice that ultimately impacted both of their careers.

But, at the end of the day, Tim 100% came out of the situation a winner. And Lucy is continuing to pay the price. As happy as I am that Tim finally acknowledged Primm's role in the outcome of Lucy's detective exam, I am actually pretty disappointed that we haven't seen any actual acknowledgement from him that Lucy is in the position she's in now specifically because she didn't want him to be unhappy.

Lucy's choices were her own, and now she's gotta live with that, but there's no question that she did what she did out of love. And it sucks that we haven't seen any direct appreciation for what she was willing to risk for him, even if he wasn't a fan of the execution.

I had to go back and watch some clips from this episode in order to respond to this, and I have to say it actually gutted me to see how genuinely happy and proud and excited Lucy was for Tim when he got the promotion. Especially juxtaposed against Lucy learning that as much as Tim loves her and wants to support her, he really isn't able to fully get behind her on her dream, which is, of course, understandable, given his past, but still just really heartbreaking for Lucy.

When I initially watched the five-player-trade episode, I was just waiting for Tim to pop up at Smitty's trailer in his own hazmat suit to help Lucy. I thought he would be a little irritated about Lucy going behind his back, but ultimately I though we'd see him acknowledging and appreciating just how much she was willing to do to make sure he was happy (forget torpedoing her career -- she cleaned Smitty's trailer for god's sake!).

Moving into the V-day episode...

First off, boo on Tim for bailing on V-day breakfast (even is she was up late catching up with Noah 😂).

Even though I understood why Tim was upset, I don't love avoidant Tim (looking at you, beginning of 6x02 Tim 😂). Lucy of course deals with it because she does genuinely love him and understands how he operates, but this is something I do think he needs to work on and I'd like to see change over the course of the relationship. As much as I loved their Rookie-T.O. dynamic, there are definitely aspects of it that don't belong in a healthy relationship.

Back to the point, I do think what Lucy did was misguided and short-sighted (and unbelievably sweet). I do think she should have actually apologized (sorry not sorry doesn't count 😂).

But, while we're at it, Tim can apologize for making a major life decision without talking to her first also... 😂

The scene at the end was cute; I like it better now than I did when it originally aired. Some actual heat over "fuel for later" would have been great but it is, of course, The Rookie. And I do wish they would have made the gift somehow meaningful for them to give the scene a little bit more weight (think when Jackson gave Lucy the St. Michael pendant), but hey, at least we got the trophy this season 🥰.

Ultimately, it didn't make me feel a whole lot, and it's not a scene that makes the list when I think of my favorite moments for them.

And watching it back did highlight (IMO) the contrast between what we've seen so far in season 6 vs. the bulk of what we saw in season 5. And while angst is part of it, for me, I think it's more about giving us a story that (at least occasionally) goes beyond the surface level (Tim was mildly irritated! Lucy was sassy and silly!) and explores the character's emotions in a way that makes them more human and relatable.

What were your thoughts on this storyline??

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[slothquisitor]

What Moves in the Dark: Chapter Four

A post-campaign Baldur's Gate 3 eldritch horror AU.

Chapter Summary: Liv and Astarion continue their investigation at the Wide.

Read from the beginning.

Read on A03.

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Liv can’t get away from Astarion fast enough. She barely gets the shop door locked behind her and up the stairs to her apartment before she collapses on her hands and knees. She’s been shaky since the fight, since the rush of adrenaline had faded and the horror of what she’d done had sunk in. She’d volunteered to go get the Fist to get away from the harrowing scene as quickly as possible. Once she was sure Astarion wouldn’t notice, she’d ducked into an alleyway to pathetically retch against the stone wall. 

There has always been much in Liv’s life that was out of her control, but her magic was never one of those things. She calls and it answers. She has spent her whole life learning magic, studying spell theory, practicing drawing on that well of power within her. Her magic is an extension of herself. There is something comforting about a spell, about the precision required. Say the right words, form the correct somatic gestures, and the outcome is always what is expected. She has always liked owning that sort of control.

So, of course, she had known that her magic could be used to destroy, to snuff out life. But it is one thing to know that and another entirely to hear a person’s screams as her fire scorches their skin, burning them alive. She had told herself it wasn’t killing when it was mind flayers, that it was in self-defense, that mind flayers might have once been people but weren’t in those terrifying moments when they transformed and attacked. But those cultists, she hadn’t even tried to reason with them. Did they deserve to die? They were people, with entire universes: friends, families, people who cared about them. When had she become judge, jury, and executioner? 

It’s difficult to breathe on her apartment floor. Her heart is racing, and she can’t seem to get enough air. She wonders for a moment if she’s dying before she realizes dimly that she’s having a panic attack. It’s funny, even knowing what is happening doesn’t seem to stop it. She’s home and she’s safe, but she can’t quite seem to convince her body of that. It’s been months since the last attack like this, and she feels a profound sort of disappointment in herself. Why isn’t she past this?

She presses her hands more fully into the rough wood of the floorboards to the point of pain, feeling every bit of the wood grain. She focuses on her breathing, letting this thing run its course. At least she’s alone. There’s nothing worse than an audience when you’re falling apart. 

When it’s finally over, she kicks off her boots, shrugs out of her cloak, and crawls right into bed. She doesn’t care that she’s still fully dressed because her bed feels safe and secure and she just needs a moment to come to terms with what she’s done. With who she is now. 

Those cultists had come to them with the intent to kill them. And Astarion hadn’t hesitated to draw his daggers. She fought effectively, she can acknowledge that much. But she hopes he didn’t realize just how much it affected her. He’d known something was off, of that much she’s sure. He had stared at her like she was something fragile, liable to break. She can’t let him see just how out of her depth she is here, doesn’t want to risk being sidelined. She’s spent her whole life being told she’s not capable, not competent enough. Moving here, helping at the shop, it’s shifted things somewhat. She gets to be someone else, gets to be free from the expectations, or lack thereof. But she doesn’t want Astarion thinking she can’t hold her own. Because she can. She’s fine. 

She’d tried to keep from looking at him. Her mother’s voice had been echoing in her head, telling her that her emotions are always evident on her face. Tomorrow night she’ll be better. A lifetime as a Vires has taught her more than just magic: she knows how to pretend to be unaffected. 

But tonight she doesn’t have to, so she cries into her pillow until she falls asleep. 

In the morning, she wakes up and opens the shop like she didn’t just kill two people the night before. She eats freshly baked blueberry muffins that Wynn sent with Kharis, and she lies when he asks her about her night. They have a few of their usual customers and some new faces, and Liv whiles away the hours studying books on healing magic and blood diseases, writing down notes, and wishing for a larger selection of tomes to choose from. She closes the shop, and Kharis bids her goodnight. 

And the world doesn’t end. In fact, for all of her panic of the night before, she feels…steadier now. She’s not necessarily interested in getting into another fight, but she’s been thinking about how she could have incapacitated instead of killed, and the guilt has faded. It’s been replaced with a grim determination to do better next time, to not lose her head. To prove that she can do this. 

With sunset not far off, she sets off for the Wide. The Upper City has a strict curfew, but it’s the warm season and a fine evening, so she expects the Bailiff won’t begin clearing the market until the stars appear in the sky. She’d been in such a hurry the night before that she and Astarion hadn’t made plans for where to meet, so she just wanders the crowds, looking for any sign of his silver-white hair.  

The Wide is always busy, crowded with the din of people and smells and business. When she was a child, the Wide had seemed to be the most beautiful and glamorous of places. Colorful stalls to browse, exotic goods to buy, and above it all the beacons of the pole-carters weaving through the crowd, goods attached to tall poles that darted in and out of the maze of people.

The Wide is no less magical now, but it’s Liv who’s changed. The press of people no longer seems exciting, but rather oppressive, and the stalls are still beautiful, but she wonders if it might just be a lot less work to buy from somewhere else in the city. She’s not sure when the shift occurred when a place like the Wide is no longer touched by promise and possibility and instead feels irrevocably tainted with the grime of the city. 

She’s turning a corner to wander down another crowded line of stalls when Astarion falls into step beside her with such a suddenness it makes her jump. “And here I didn’t think you’d show up.” He’s smiling, but it’s a sharp thing, full of briars and teeth. The comfortability they’d sunk into the night before is gone now. A small, quiet part of her that remembers exactly what he is whispers: run. 

“It’ll take more than a few Bhaalists to scare me off,” she replies, voice firm and even. She keeps her chin high and maintains eye contact as if challenging him to tell her she’s not cut out for this. 

Her response doesn’t seem to be what he’s expecting, his eyebrows raise in surprise. “Well, I believe we have a job to do and not much time to do it?”

“After you.”

Astarion leads them down a wide, crowded aisle. And she’s once again baffled at how she didn’t know him for exactly what he is when he first entered the shop. He moves with a preternatural grace that no one could mistake for mere mortal. He’s wearing the same clothing as the night she met him, fine and expensive, but this close she can see the way the golden thread of the embroidery is unraveling. 

 “So, say we do manage to find someone who meets our…parameters, what exactly is your plan then?” he asks lightly. 

“I figured we’d talk to them, tell them what’s going on, and ask them for a sample.”

He laughs. “Darling, take it from someone who knows, most people aren’t quick to offer up their blood simply because they’re asked. Besides, do you really want to incite panic in the common folk?”

“Gods no. I didn’t think we’d tell them everything, just enough. But…I suspect if someone…meets our parameters they’ll also have other symptoms. I brought tinctures and potions and balms.” Her bag is packed with anything she might need, including needles and vials. She also prepped a few more offensive spells, just in case. But she doesn’t tell him that. 

“So what? Free healing for blood?”

“I’ve heard of worse deals in the Wide.”

“And if diplomacy and bribing don’t work, I can always knock them out and drag them into an alley for you.” The smile he gives her is all fangs, eyes bright. She realizes then that there’s some part of him that revels in the chaos; he’d enjoyed the fight last night. 

She’d been so caught up in trying to hide her own reaction, she hadn’t been paying attention to him. But now that she plays it back, she can see it, the smile he’d tossed her at the end, the self-satisfied way he’d drained the cultist before realizing she’d seen. She wants to ask him about it, but she doesn’t. 

“Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”

“Oh, you’re no fun,” he complains and then seems to consider his own words before turning to her more fully. “But really, you’re no fun at all, are you? This is three evenings we’ve spent together and you haven’t mentioned a single plan to move or engagement to reschedule. You’re too young to never have plans.”

She rolls her eyes. “I’m not that young, and how do you know that my social calendar isn’t just very flexible?”

But she’s simply confirmed his suspicions rather than refuting them and she knows it by the way he smirks and leans conspiratorily toward her. “Forgive my assumptions, what plans did you put off to be with me this evening then?” There’s an amusement in his eyes, and she wants to play along, laugh and joke and flirt back. 

She doesn’t.

There’s something about the way he flirts that feels like it is borne more out of habit than any real feeling. So, she sidesteps it entirely. “Are you paying any attention to the people around us? The Bailiff is going to close this all down very soon.”

“Please darling, I’m very good at multitasking.” He puts emphasis on the last word, says it like a promise. 

Somehow, she very much doubts that. “I could say the same about you though. You’ve also not complained about moving any plans around.”

“My social calendar is very flexible. As am I.” He flashes her a grin, to which she responds by looking unimpressed. He sighs and grimaces, waving his hand in defeat. “If you must know, since we defeated the Absolute, I’ve found myself a little at a loss for how to spend my time.”

Liv adds this moment to the tally she’s subconsciously keeping of the times he’s dropped the too-smooth facade, when she glimpses through the cracks something that feels real. That feels true. She refuses to wonder what game they’re playing or why she’d even want to keep this tally at all though. “Understandable. What were you doing before?”

He looks away from her, scanning the crowd. “Bending the knee to my master’s every whim. So no, I will not be going back to what I was doing before.”

She’s said the exact wrong thing, and she can feel his defenses building back up. She scrambles for some way to save this moment, to prolong the truth of it. “I’m sorry, I-”

But then he freezes, head twisting to the right. “There it is…”

“Really?” 

He pauses and then turns down a crowded alley. “This way.”

She sticks close to him as he weaves through the crowd. He’s walking with intense focus, nostrils flaring as the people move around them like some slow-moving river. He pauses in front of a stall, covered in a canvas of deep blue. The counter is a collection of meticulously organized wooden plates and bowls and other carved goods. The two women at the stall look tired, bored even, as they converse quietly. There’s no one giving the stall a second glance. 

“I think it’s her, with the dark hair,” Astarion says. “I’ll need to get closer to be sure.”

“We can just watch for a moment,” Liv says. 

The two of them pretend to peruse the goods offered at a spice stall across the way while taking turns watching the women. No one makes a purchase at their stall, though a few people stop to admire a plate or utensil. While they watch, several young people dart in and out of the closed-off portion of the stall. 

“What are they doing?” Liv asks under her breath. 

“I’ll find out.” Quick as a whisper, Astarion makes his way toward the stall, but somewhere in the crowd, she loses him entirely. She doesn’t want to draw undue attention to him or the stall in question, so she continues to browse the nearby stalls, keeping an eye out for any sign of Astarion. 

A few moments later he reappears at her side, flickering into view like a specter. “Well, what are the chances that the one person we find with questionable blood is also fronting a stall for the Guild?”

***

Astarion had thought it was going to be more difficult to suss out what was going on in that stall, but the second he’d slipped inside, he’d recognized the man at a table: Uktar. The same man who had told Tavren about Minsc and the Counting House. Bursar to the Guildmaster, and he was sitting in a stall taking payments run in by children who could skirt the marketplace more easily than any adult. 

Uktar’s blood had smelled fine, it was just the woman’s at the stall that seemed off. Something about this is ringing alarm bells in his head, but he’s still not quite sure what about it feels off. Uktar hadn’t liked their group but had seemed at least marginally grateful to not have been killed by the Zhentarim, so he hopes that goodwill will extend a little further because Liv is already walking over to the stall. 

He grabs at her arm, pulling her back towards him. “What are you doing? We need a plan.”

Liv pulls away a bit, and he releases her. “I have a plan; I’m going to talk with her.”

“Have you ever dealt with the Guild? This isn’t going to work.”

She sighs. “The first person who died was a runner for the Guild.”

Ah, he sees the connection now. She’s going to leverage it. It would be nice to have all of the information at some point, but it’s clear Liv is playing some things rather close to the chest. He tries to disguise his annoyance, but he’s sure he’s not successful at it. “Well then, you hardly need me.”

She rolls her eyes. “Without you, I wouldn’t even know they were members of the Guild.” 

Before he can reply, she approaches the stall and offers a friendly smile to the woman. “Hello.”

The woman smiles in response, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. She’s glancing between him and Liv with suspicion while the other woman remains silent and watchful beside her. “Can I interest you in some hand-carved plates and bowls? Artisan made.” She sounds like the worst salesperson in existence. Is this really the best front the Guild can muster?

“I’m actually here to see if you might be Alfran’s friend?” Liv asks, her voice is light and the question is asked gently, but the effect on the woman is immediate. 

The woman’s smile drops. “I don’t know who you’re referring to.” It’s a clear lie. 

Liv’s calm demeanor doesn’t falter. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to scare you. My name is Liv. I’m a healer; I was treating Alfran.”

“I don’t know anyone by that name,” the woman replies simply. 

The other woman is doing a better job of looking aloof, but it’s clear that this exchange hasn’t gone the way they expected. “If you’re not here to buy, kindly fuck off.”

This is going south very quickly. He’s pretty sure if this woman holds fast, Liv won’t press, and he’s getting impatient. “Come now, we’re not with the Fist. The disease that killed Alfran, we think you might also have it. Do you know him now?”

Liv’s glaring at him, but he simply shrugs. The woman’s demeanor changes from suspicion to fear. “What do you mean you think I’m sick?”

“This is much easier to explain somewhere more private.” Liv is oscillating between trying to calm the woman and looking like she wants to set him aflame. He flashes her a gleeful smile. 

The woman nods to the back of the stall. “Come on back then. If you knew Alfran, then you know who we work for.”

They follow her into the back area that Astarion’s already explored. Uktar is sitting at a low table, small pouches of money spread out in front of him. He has a book open and a quill and is marking down amounts. His mask glints in the candlelight. 

“Ah, you again. Come to sell me more keys?” Uktar says. 

“You know these two?” the woman asks, clearly surprised. 

Uktar looks between Astarion and Liv, but he’s difficult to read through the mask. “I know the elf. We’ve done business.” 

“Well, good. Now we don’t have to kill you,” the woman says. 

Astarion refrains from pointing out that he’s pretty sure that Uktar couldn’t hurt a fly since he’d cowered during the entire fight with the Zhentarim. But that wouldn’t help, so he keeps his mouth shut. 

“I’m feeling at a bit of a disadvantage here,” Liv says with a strained smile. 

“I’m Moira and that’s Uktar. Now tell me why you think I’m sick.”

“Your blood. It smells awful,” Astarion offers helpfully. 

Uktar laughs from his desk. “I’d trust that one on that,” he says giving him a significant look. 

Moira, for her part, seems to miss the implication. “My blood smells bad? How…”

Liv steps in then, guiding them away from this particular topic. “I think Alfran died of a blood disease. I’d like to take a sample of your blood if that’s okay. Have you been feeling odd lately? Headaches, dizziness, ringing in the ears?”

Moira shrugs. “A little, but that’s normal when my monthlies are approaching. Right? Listen, I can’t be sick, not like Alfran was. I’ve got to work.”

“That’s why I’m here, by the time Alfran came to us it was too late. We’re hoping we can help you sooner if you’ve even got the same thing. I’ll need to take a sample of your blood to confirm it. Is that alright?” 

Moira nods. “Fine. What do you need?”

“Just access to your arm.”

Astarion doesn’t necessarily want to watch the process. Open wounds can be their own sort of challenge, but this woman’s blood is rank enough he’s not sure he’d even be tempted by it at all. Besides, he wants to see if it behaves like the other blood Liv has shown him. If they are in fact onto something. 

Liv asks the woman banal questions he doesn’t bother paying attention to, but he realizes that she’s good at this…at people. She’s charming and comforting while still being genuinely warm. She reminds him of Tavren, of the way they were so quick to take care of people. Liv doesn’t owe this woman anything, but she’s kind and reassuring. 

She’d surprised him by showing up at all after last night. He was sure that she’d been so put off by him that she wouldn’t. But she hadn’t just shown up, but she’d made some comment about the Bhaalists not being enough to scare her off. It was…nice. Seeing her with Moira, extending the same kindness she had to him, rankles. There’s nothing special about her care or warmth, it’s just the way she is. His immediate impulse is to be as cruel and unpleasant as possible, to see just how far her limits extend, but instead, he just shifts his attention off of her.

While she works, two more runners come into the tent dropping off pouches of gold to Uktar, and Uktar marks the names off in his book after counting the gold in each pouch. The amounts are small, and Astarion realizes what the money is for: protection bribes. These runners aren’t just to bring money, they’re to keep an eye out for thieves and likely alert whatever merc group is patrolling the Wide that day. The stall owners pay a tax for protection, and at the end of the day, the runners bring in the gold for the Guild.

It’s efficient. Clean. Astarion almost admires it. 

“Was Alfran doing anything peculiar or special for the Guild? He told me he was a runner, but that’s all.”

“I’m not about to air the Guild’s business.”

Liv is bandaging up the woman’s arm, gentle as always. “Fair enough. Any recent injuries? Exposures to anything odd? Were you and Alfran ever in the same places together?”

Moira shakes her head. “Just here. I cut my hand open a couple of weeks back. All healed up now though.” Moira holds out her hand, revealing a reddened scar between her thumb and forefinger. 

Liv reaches into her bag, producing a couple of bottles. One looks like a healing potion and the other he can’t identify. “You seem to be doing just fine, Moira. But, if you start feeling worse at all, I want you to drink both of these and then come see me. I’m at The Shadowed Quill, do you know where that is?” Liv is lying; this woman is sick. A part of him wants to call her on it in front of Uktar and Moira, but he can’t quite get the words past his tongue.

“Course I know about it. You should’ve led with that. We all know what you do for folks in the Lower City.”

Liv’s answering smile is the first he’s seen entirely free from strain. “We are trying.” 

“But I’m not sick?” Moira asks. “Even if my blood..smells bad?”

“I wouldn’t take it personally, not everyone’s smells like a delicious bouquet,” he smiles, allowing his fangs to show. 

“We’ll be going now,” Liv says. “Thank you for your help.”

Moira walks them to the tent flaps. “Thanks for doing what you could for Alfran. He was a good kid.”

Uktar steps close as Moira and Liv step back to the front of the shop. His voice is pitched low, barely louder than a whisper. “She’s not your usual ally, and I’d be careful with her if were you.”

Is Uktar really warning him about Liv? She’s handy enough in a fight, he supposes, but he’s still pretty sure he could take her out should the need arise. And it won’t because she’s too boringly nice. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t come back here. Either of you. I’ll be sure to send Moira to you if she needs anything.”

His curiosity is piqued, but what is the point of pushing? Uktar has clearly given him every bit of information he plans to. And Astarion trusts the bursar about as far as he can throw him, and that’s not far. 

He follows Liv out of the tent and back into the crowded market. He waits until they’re very much out of earshot before he leans down close to her ear. “You lied to her.”

Liv looks up at him with confusion. “What are you talking about? No, I didn’t.”

“Her blood smelled just awful. She’s going to die, just like Alfran.”

Liv pulls the vial of blood from her bag with a shake of her head. “Her blood is normal, Astarion.”

He takes the vial and examines it. There’s not a single hint of tendrils. “Shit.”

“I’ll take it back to the shop and spend some time with it, but whatever’s wrong with her…her blood isn’t doing the same thing.” Liv looks lost, unsure, and disappointed as he hands back the vial. She looks like she’s on the verge of apologizing, and for some reason, he doesn’t want that. 

“We probably need a larger sample size before we come to any conclusions, yes?” 

She looks relieved and strangely grateful.  “Yes.”

Then he gestures down another aisle. “Shall we?”

#astarion #tavstarion #astarion x tav #astarion bg3 #bg3 astarion #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #astarion x liv #what moves in the dark #slothquisitorwrites #eldritch horror au

[tinfairies]

alright. slightly different but: aemond's twin taking after aegon, the both of them are the reason alicent will start going grey early in life. at some point she starts a sort of vendetta against her mum simply bc "can't do anything right might as well do everything wrong". her first try, aka fucking aegon, doesn't have the desired shocking effect though because alicent just tells them both they're disappointments, sends moon tea and moves on, which really only spurs her daughter on at that point. so she decides to ruin mommy's favourite :)

at first aemond doesn't react to her advances but she slowly breaks him down. and really he can't deny her much anyway bc even if she is almost as annoying as aegon to him it's still his twin. the softest spot he has. so it only takes a little teasing and her showing up basically undressed in his chambers in the middle of the night for him to give in and fuck her.

after that it's almost comically easy to get him to fuck her in alicent's rooms simply bc boy is a bit pussy drunk. (it's not his fault tho he's been v abstinent he has to make up for lost time.) anyway that's twin's satisfying outcome: seeing her mother's face when she enters her chambers and has to see her good boy under her brat of a daughter begging her to fuck him faster <3 nothing like the hate that can form between mothers and daughters amirite -🐉

🥵 Hooked on that last sentence.

Aemond begging to be rode faster

#tin talks

[carinasibila]

PICK A CARD Weekly Reading (April 15-21) Watch on YouTube / Instagram / TikTok Disclaimer: Only take what resonates and leave the rest behind. I am only posting this reading on profiles I’ve listed on my Linktree (linktr.ee/carinasibila) – all other profiles that might post it are fake. Decks used in this reading: Rider-Waite-Smith Tarot Blue Bird Lenormand* Original Kipper Cards** PILE 1 IX of Wands, Moon*, Main Male** Back of the deck: III of Cups You’ve been working on something for a while but have been unable to bring it over the finish line. The cards hint that you only need a little guidance/piece of advice to complete what you’ve been working on. Keep your eyes open at social gatherings you’re attending, for there is a good chance you’ll meet someone able to help you this week at one of those gatherings. PILE 2 Ace of Pentacles, Clover*, Imprisonment** Back of the deck: VI of Pentacles It looks like you’ve unconsciously held back on cultivating your talents due to dwelling on past failures. The cards reveal that this week is an auspicious time to break out of this mindset and prove to yourself that you can hone one of your talents. To improve your chances of success and help you leave your doubts behind, try to approach working on the chosen talent in a playful manner. PILE 3 Death, Letter*, Court House** Back of the deck: V of Cups Recently, you received a piece of information that left you disappointed. Most likely, it came in the form of a letter/email informing you about a decision that didn’t go in your favor. The cards urge you to not wallow in your pain this week. Instead, use your time to figure out what else you can do to to transform the situation so that you can still attain a favorable outcome.

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[bits-and-babs]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 — 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 (𝐅𝐓. 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓)

-> OCT. 15 : CUCKOLDING

WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI. p in v sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, alter system

WC: 1004

[Kinktober Masterlist] [Main Masterlist]

Your skin is slick with sweat, knees and shins sticking to the bedsheets with Steven situated between both of them, your hair damp against your skull as you grind your hips against Steven’s cock. The veiny shaft is settled between your pussy lips and each grind smears your juices across the length of him, your clit catching against his flushed head.

“C-Christ-“ he chokes out, hands settled awkwardly on your hips as you continue to tease him with long, languid strokes, “That’s- Oh-“

“What is he saying, Steven?” You muse, throwing a glance over your shoulder at the mirror you’d set at the foot of the bed, a smirk plastered on your lips. You’re still surprised at yourself for having the balls to attempt a little scene like this, fucking Steven in clear view of Marc while Steven was fronting.

“Ah- he said- oh shitttt…” he moans out, losing his train of thought as the opening to your pussy catches slightly on the swollen head of his dick. “He- He said you’re in t-trouble-“

Sighing softly, you nod your head slowly, reaching behind you to play with Steven’s balls, raking your nails against them gently so his back arches off the bed with a particularly high pitched moan. “Mhmm. I must say, I expected that. A little disappointing.”

Steven chokes out as you take his cock in your hand, slowwwly sinking down onto him with a soft hum. “He’s gonna have to do better than that if he wants me to stop.”

Steven grunts, pushing his hips up into your own to push deeper into you, mind clearly having gone fuzzy at just how good you feel. “Ah- He said that- that he’s not sure it’s hav-having the effect you think it is-“

“What does that mean?” You smirk, enjoying the patchiness of Steven’s voice, the way he contorted in pleasure as you slowly lifted your hips up.

“H-Hah- Marc- He said he likes the view!” Steven scrambles to get the words out, and exhales a sigh of relief as you momentarily pause your movements, taken aback by Marc’s admission. You’d expected him to get angry, anticipated him becoming protective. This… This certainly wasn’t an outcome you had predicted.

“He does?” You muse now, throwing another glance over your shoulder at the silvery-mirror. You know damn well that he’s there, watching every move- so you decide to put on a bit of a show.

Placing your palm flat on Steven’s sternum, you force his torso against the mattress and prevent him from rising up in bliss or in an attempt to avoid your ministrations. When you’re certain you can keep him down, you begin to circle your hips slowly, bouncing slightly on his cock. Steven’s grip on your upper thighs is bruising, a weak cry ripping from his throat as you use him.

“H-He told me to tell you that he’s-“ Steven, even in his desperate situation, stops the words from escaping him.

“He’s what?” You push, grabbing ahold of his chin and forcing him to look you in the eye. He whimpers, eyebrows pulled up tight and mouth in a subtle ‘o’ shape.

“Said he’s gonna touch himself to this view!” He spat out quickly, holding on tight to your hips as you raise your eyebrow at him. Marc really liked to watch this much?

Without much thought behind your decision, you begin to ride Steven’s cock in earnest, rising your hips up by balancing on your shins either side of his waist before settling back down onto him with force, taking him deep. He’s rubbing against something devastatingly good inside you, tremors in your thighs making it harder for you to maintain the steady pace.

Bowing your head, you focus hard on ensuring you keep a significant pace as you grind down onto Steven. With your eyes off him, Steven uses this opportunity to help raise your hips each time, before pushing you *hard* onto his dick-

“That’s it, good,” his accent twists to that of an American twang, his grip hard and purposeful now. It takes a moment for your brain to shift its focus from your impending orgasm to the fact that Marc has switched with Steven, taking control of the body again.

Your eyes snap open, looking up quickly into Marc’s heavy lidded gaze, a smirk playing on his lips at your utter shock.

“What? Don’t like that you’ve gotta face the consequences now?” He muses. You open your mouth to answer with a snarky comment of some kind, but he doesn’t even allow for that. Digging his fingers into your soft flesh, Marc ruts his hips up to meet your hips each time they sink onto his dick, knocking the air from your lungs.

“Don’t like it when you gotta pay the price, do you baby?” He smirks as you told your head back, moaning loudly as he seems to focus in on that earth-shatteringly pleasurable spot deep inside you. It’s mind numbing, and you find yourself struggling to answer with a sound that even remotely resembles a word of English.

“Come on baby- Come on,” he pushes you, one of his hands coming loose from your side to grind the pad of his thumb up against your swollen clit. It’s all you need to tip you over the edge, cumming so hard around Marc’s cock that your vision went white, jaw dropping in a silent moan.

One, two, three thrusts and Marc follows suit, growling out as he cums inside you, coating your insides with white, hot ropes. You both pant heavily, your nails digging into Marc’s pectorals and leaving little, crimson crescent-moons

Settling back against the pillows on the bed, Marc smirks as he watches his cum leak from your swollen pussy, pooling at the base of his cock. He keeps you there, enjoying the view as long as he could before you ultimately succumb to exhaustion.

“I dare you to do that again, Sweetheart.”

“I just might,” you admit sleepily, “You seemed to enjoy it.”

END

@in-for-a-pennyx @hoeneey @howaboutcastiel @markywithissues @welcometostayingawake @inklore @foxilayde @syrma-sensei @ethanhoewke

#marc spector fanfiction #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x you #marc spector smut #marc spector x reader #steven grant x y/n #steven grant fanfic #steven grant fanfiction #steven grant smut #moon knight #kinktober #kinktober 2022

[beardedmrbean]

Jayden Camarena, in Northern California, is contemplating blowing off the 2024 presidential election. Evan McKenzie, in battleground Wisconsin, is looking for any other candidate than the current front-runners. In Philadelphia, Pru Carmichael isn’t even convinced this race matters.

These young voters live in different cities, work different jobs and have varying political beliefs. But among the things they have in common: They voted for Joe Biden in 2020 — and now say the president can’t count on their support in 2024.

“I genuinely could not live with myself if I voted for someone who’s made the decisions that Biden has,” said McKenzie, a 23-year-old working at Starbucks and as a union organizer in Madison, Wisconsin. “I didn’t even feel great about" voting for Biden in 2020, he said.

The feeling helps illustrate why Biden’s ratings and support among young voters have dipped noticeably in recent polling. In November, NBC News’ latest national poll showed Biden locked in close competition with former President Donald Trump at the moment for voters ages 18-34, a sharp drop from the margins Biden enjoyed over Trump in the 2020 election, according to exit polling.

“We’ve been seeing this in our data and focus groups actually since May,” said Ashley Aylward, a senior researcher at the Democratic polling firm HIT Strategies. “And to me, it’s because the 2024 campaign season for Democrats hasn’t started yet.”

Polling a year out from an election is a snapshot in time, and Biden and his party have time to bring young voters back into the fold. But Aylward and others said it will take work.

“This is the alarm bell that we needed to make sure that not only the Biden campaign, but every other Democratic operative out there and all the campaigns down the ballot — state and local — actually invest in young people, because we know how much they can change the outcome,” Aylward said.

NBC News spoke with voters who responded to the poll, as well as other voters 18-34 who supported Biden in 2020, but who now say he hasn’t earned their vote for next year, to get a clearer picture of why they are unhappy with Biden and what they want to see him do to earn their support back.

“It’s so complicated, because it almost feels like if I were to give my vote for Biden, I will be showing the Democratic Party that what they are putting out is enough, which is the bare minimum in my opinion,” said Camarena, a 24-year-old living outside the Bay Area.

Voters cited a number of policy areas that disappointed them, including insufficient moves to address climate change and Biden’s inability to fully cancel student loan debt or codify Roe v. Wade, as the president deals with a closely divided Congress. However, Biden’s response to the Israel-Hamas war may be having the greatest effect on his relationship with this voter bloc.

The NBC News national poll, conducted more than a month after the start of the Israel-Hamas war, shows 70% of voters under 35 disapproving of Biden’s handling of the war.

McKenzie cast his first presidential ballot three years ago for Biden, when the Democratic candidate carried Wisconsin narrowly, in part thanks to young voters like McKenzie. He said he urged his friends to vote for Biden then, telling them, “You’ve got to do this.”

He now says he won’t be having those conversations this election cycle. He’s angry at the president for his handling of the Israel-Hamas war, and the threat of losing the White House to the Republican Party has done little to win over his vote.

“I want to show the Democratic Party as a young person that you still need to earn our vote and if you don’t, the consequences will be your career,” McKenzie said. “A Republican getting elected isn’t the end. It is the beginning of a much larger fight.”

Big promises unfulfilled

In 2020, Biden carried young voters by more than 20 points against Trump, but some of that support appears to have been tepid — and tied to enormous campaign promises from Biden that he has not been able to deliver as president of a closely divided nation.

“I mean, he made a lot of really big promises in his campaign and virtually none of them were followed through on,” said Austin Kapp, a 25-year-old living in Castle Rock, Colorado. “I mean, he could have codified Roe v. Wade, he could have stood up for the rights of people all over the country, he could have done a lot of things, but he didn’t.” ________________

While Biden and Democrats pushed to codify the protections of Roe at the federal level, congressional realities made legislative efforts impossible. A vote to codify Roe in May 2022 failed in the Senate, with Biden lashing out at Republicans afterward and urging voters to “elect more pro-choice senators this November, and return a pro-choice majority to the House.” Democrats kept the Senate but lost the House in November 2022.

Biden also backed a rules change to the Senate filibuster, which would have allowed legislation to pass by simple majority instead of a higher, 60-vote threshold, but the change was blocked in a bipartisan vote.

Biden wasn’t Kapp’s first choice as a candidate in the last election, and this year he plans to vote third party if the contest is a Biden-Trump rematch. He graduated from school just last spring carrying both private and federal student loans.

When asked how he felt about his loan repayments beginning soon, Kapp groaned: “Oh, yeah, that was another thing.”

“It’s kind of sad to see that the quote unquote lesser of two evils that we were all promised, is this,” Kapp said of Biden.

Camarena agrees. Though she is vehemently against Trump, she says she only supported Biden in 2020 reluctantly.

“It was more of a well, [Biden]’s better than Trump, you know?” she said.

Camarena’s feelings toward Biden now are worse. She works for CalFire and is passionate about addressing climate change. She says she was “turned off” when the Biden administration approved the controversial Willow oil drilling project in Alaska.

“It made me really angry,” she said. “He painted himself as, you know, trying to advance or improve climate change.”

When she talks to other voters her age about Biden, she says, the sentiment is similar and discouraging. “It feels like the best option that we have isn’t good enough,” Camarena said with a sigh, adding, “It can feel really powerless.”

Worried voters cite higher prices

Sentiments like these among a constituency Democrats rely on to win elections mean campaigning in 2024 will be critical, maybe even more so than in previous elections, said Daniel Cox, director of the Survey Center on American Life at the American Enterprise Institute.

“I think on some level, you can say that the Biden-Harris team have not been as aggressively pitching their accomplishments to voters and maybe that they don’t feel like they’re in campaign mode yet,” he said. “You certainly see this with the economy, which the sort of macroeconomic indicators have been positive for quite a while and keep surprising analysts that things seem to be doing much better than folks thought they would.”

While the economy is performing stronger than when Biden first took office, Olivia Thompson, a 26-year-old mother in Elko, Nevada, says she doesn’t feel those improvements.

“Not even a little bit, and I’m living it firsthand,” Thompson said.

Her family of five lives paycheck to paycheck. She says Biden earned her vote last election based on promises for a more prosperous future.

“I was more excited about the fact that he was saying that he was gonna fix the economy and get everything back on track and then everything just skyrocketed,” she complained. “All of like our grocery bills and gas — it just never went back down.”

Thompson plans to vote for a third-party candidate in November.

Some of the economic anxiety voters have may be because they’re not hitting the same economic milestones that their parents did, said Aylward, the Democratic opinion researcher.

“I think it would do Biden wonders if he came out with a really, really clear plan for that to help these young people’s anxiety,” she said. Millennials and Generation Z voters "are seeing just how far out of reach buying a home is or saving money and, of course, student loans are really the first barrier and piece to that.”

Several voters said they supported Biden on the expectation he would tackle the student debt crisis. The administration successfully erased $127 billion in student debt — more than any president in history, but after the Supreme Court ruled against his original plans to cancel up to $400 billion in student debt, that failure became the lasting headline.

“Whether you like it or not, Biden has done a number of things, but young people are just far less likely to give him credit, good or bad, on anything that he’s done,” Cox said.

McKenzie, who graduated in the spring, said he remains unimpressed by the accomplishments of the administration.

“I’m glad it’s the most ever" canceled student debt, he said. "It’s still not even close to what was promised,” he added. “And I think that that’s sort of what I’m going into this campaign feeling, like broken promises all around.”

Combating that sentiment will be crucial to winning back support.

Cox said he thinks the Biden campaign "is in deep trouble at this stage.” He said, “There’s still plenty of time, but the trajectory is not good for him.”

Camarena is one voter leaving the door open for her mind to be changed.

“I think that there is a chance” of Biden winning back her support, she said, adding that she expects the president to call for a cease-fire in the Israel-Hamas war.

“If he would do that, that would make me reconsider. Though, she said, she would "still be a bit skeptical.”

Another voter said it’s already too late.

Carmichael, of Philadelphia, hoped the Biden administration would remind her of the Obama days. She says she is disappointed by both Biden and Trump and wants to spend her time focusing on local community care and voting in local elections.

“I don’t think the presidency has too much of an effect on what happens in my day-to-day life,” she said.

Carmichael won’t be supporting Biden in November. If the choices next fall are Biden and Trump, she says, she will likely leave those boxes empty.

“I gave him one shot and it was not worth it,” she said.

#nunyas news #A lot of the complaints #in this article #are things the man has no control over #but I'm glad to see #voters saying this kind of thing #even if I don't think most have the spine #to not still vote for the same guy

[vole-mon-amour]

Finished this today (maxed out relationship with Johnny as male V) & they're breaking my heart. Both of them. There's no good outcome. Only bad and even worse ones.

I'm, quite honestly, still coming to terms with Rogue's reaction. Sure, she had time to think about it all & she didn't depend on Johnny the way Kerry did, but I watch the video and it's like she's scolding ME? She's come a long way, but I'm also very sad. And that's considering that in another ending she gladly goes on a suicide mission with him. There's love and understanding, but there's also... this. The fact ITSELF that Johnny reached out to Rogue and told her what happened.

Then there's Kerry & how differently he reacts to 1) this outcome 2) to when V comes back from Mikoshi (but dies in space & Kerry doesn't know about that) 3) and in Phantom Liberty (that one is a MESS). Like??? Those are three completely different reactions!

At the same time, Kerry's dates are incredibly disappointing. They have nothing to talk about (or at least CDPR doesn't give us the options, only 2 things to ask & that's it).

I swear, SilverV would be more logical than whatever V and Kerry have/had going on. Or Kerry x Johnny instead of Kerry x V for that matter.

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #rogue amendiares #kerry eurodyne #cb2077 #johnny silverhand #phantom liberty #johnny x rogue #natisplaying #male v cyberpunk #kerry x v #video #at the time of posting #i'm quite literally staring at my monitor #like that lisa simpson meme #i feel very uncomfortable about 'how stupid HE was' #because my go to choice is female V #but oh well

[superstrangerthings]

I’ll Help You Out

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!reader, very slight Jason Carver x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N’s boyfriend Jason doesn’t seem to want to make her feel good at all, however, little does she know her best friend Eddie is in love with her and more than willing to help

Word count: 2.6k

Warnings: Jason being a dickhead, cheating, dry humping, p in v sex

Author’s note: Thank you anon for the request! I enjoyed writing this one and hope it lives up to your ideas :) Also I changed the ending slightly, I hope you don’t mind 

Another night, another disappointment. You lay in bed with Jason, your head resting on his bare chest, slowly rising and falling with his breaths. He was probably asleep by now; he tended to fall asleep fairly quickly after sex. Which of course didn’t leave any time for him to help you get off at all, because he certainly didn’t make you cum during the ten minutes of sex that you had. 

You felt guilty. Part of you thought that maybe this is the way it was meant to be. You didn’t know any different, as Jason is the first boyfriend you ever had, but then again…the way Eddie, your best friend, talked about it, the girl seems to enjoy it far more. When you and Jason first started going out, you really did like him a lot but your attraction seems to wane every time he fails to pleasure you at all. No foreplay. No helping out after he cums. No sympathy at all. The way he talks to you about it, it’s almost as if he just blames you for your own misfortune.

You got up to head home and stirred Jason from his sleep. 

“Hey babe, where are you going?” He mumbled in his half-asleep state.

“I’m going home so that my mom doesn’t freak out.” You forced a small laugh as you pulled your clothes back on.

“If you stayed a bit longer we could always go again.” He smirked, looking you up and down. 

“I’m not really feeling well…” Before you could even finish, he had interrupted you.

“Awk, come on babe. I’ve told you it’s not my fault that you can’t cum, it’s just the way women’s genetics are.” 

All of a sudden, a shiver of repulsion ran down your spine. “Well, as I said, my mom wants me home.” You said with a slightly harsher tone before turning and walking out the door before he could spout any more shit.

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“He said what?!” Eddie shrieked, followed by a shocked laugh.

“Shh Eddie, the whole school doesn’t need to know about my sex life.” You tried to quieten him, without much avail. 

You were walking towards Eddie’s van, heading to his trailer for some chill time this evening. At this point, it was such a nice break from pointless sex to just sit, talk shit and watch movies with your best friend. 

“That jock thinks of basketball so much that he’s forgotten how the fucking human body works.” He scoffed.

You jumped up into his van and closed the door. “But what if he’s not completely wrong?”

Eddie entered the van and looked at you like you’d just said the Earth was flat. “Are you serious Y/N? Don’t tell me that he’s been melting down your brain into flubber as well.” 

“Some people can’t cum though and maybe I just need to suck it up. Plus if I break up with him, I’ll get torn apart by all of his friends. I don’t really fancy getting bullied.” You dejectedly lowered your head, thinking about the only two miserable outcomes you could see.

“One, getting bullied is better than being with someone who makes you miserable forever.” He was raising a finger with each. “Two, even if you can’t cum, everyone can still feel pleasure in some way and if your sexual partner isn’t prioritising that then their an idiot and an asshole.”

Eddie had all of a sudden got very passionate. Your head was a mess of confusion on what you could do. You’d tried to mention it to Jason goodness knows how many times, but he didn’t seem to think that it was his problem to solve. 

“Bet I could make you feel 100 times better than that jerk ever could.” He half mumbled, probably more to himself than to you really. 

Your cheeks became warm with embarrassment. If he’d said something like that a couple of months ago then you would have been more than happy to take him up on the offer. You’d been friends for years at this point, but you always had a bit of a thing for Eddie. However, you never wanted to ruin your friendship over a feeling that he most definitely didn’t reciprocate.

It wasn’t too long before you pulled up at his trailer and went inside.

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Later that night, the two of you were sitting on Eddie’s bed together, listening to music and chatting away. Your sat cross legged facing him and he leant against the wall. He stretched, causing his shirt to rise up slightly and you couldn’t help but look at the glimpse of stomach that appeared. Thoughts about his previous statement flooded your brain as you desperately tried to block them out.

“I’ve thought of something else to disprove Carver.” Eddie’s comment seemed to come from nowhere. You raised your eyebrows, signalling for him to continue with his comment. “Well, surely you’ve touched yourself, have you ever made yourself feel good doing that?”

The heat returned to your cheeks. “I don’t really bother with that kind of thing.”

Eddie leant forward in disbelief. “ What the fuck does that mean?”

“I just mean, I’m kind of disheartened by all this shit with Jason that I never really bother.” You rubbed the back of your neck nervously. 

“Well that’s just not natural.” He made sure to over-exaggerate his words in a joking fashion. “I could always show you where to start.” Now it was his turn to raise his eyebrows.

You genuinely couldn’t tell if he was joking anymore, so you decided to play along in order to figure it out. “Oh yeah and where would you start?”

“Can I position you in the formal, accepted starting position to begin with?” He reached his arms out. You laughed at his comments but allowed him to position you. He wanted you straddling his lap, but far enough back that you were sitting on his lower thighs and not anywhere too inappropriate. 

“Well I would start by touching you here.” He ran his ever so lightly down the side of your face, moving one hand down your neck and round to rest on the back of your head, playing with your hair. The other hand then traced down your arm and rested on your hip. At this point, an unfamiliar electricity was running through your skin. How could touching feel so good? Without realising, you were gravitating closer to Eddie. 

“Then I would probably strip you down slowly, but-”

“You can take my jumper off.” You realised that sounded far too eager so you qualified with, “You know, for the full effect. I have a shirt underneath.”

Eddie smirked slyly. “Whatever you say.” He gripped the bottom of your jumper, pulling it slowly over your head, making sure to run his knuckles across the skin of your sides the whole way up. Everything now felt like it was too hot, like you needed to get all of these clothes off right away.

“Now, I’d kiss you slowly and deeply, making sure to pull you tightly into my body,” his grip on your hips tightened momentarily before completely letting you go. “But you see, I have an unfortunate conflict of interest in this arrangement.” 

“W-what do you mean?” You were almost trembling with anticipation, even this had lasted longer than a lot of your sexual exploits with Jason. 

“Well Y/L/N, the thing is, you have a boyfriend - issue number one. And the other small issue is that I am madly in love with you, have been for years.”

All the breath caught in your chest. You had no idea how to react. A million thoughts passed through your head; why hadn’t he told you sooner, why was he telling you now, what did you really want? Did you really want to be with someone like Jason for the rest of your life when Eddie made you feel better in a few minutes than Jason has ever made you feel?

You couldn’t think of any way to possibly respond to him so you answered in the only way you knew how to - you kissed him.

After a few wonderful seconds, Eddie broke away. “Woah, Y/N, are you sure you want to do this? I don’t just want to be a mistake you make before you go back to Carver. If you’re doing this, I want to be in it for the whole ride, I want it to be as boyfriend and girlfriend.” 

“I’ve always wanted to be with you Eddie, I just didn’t want to ruin things between us. I can break up with Jason tomorrow, but for now I really need you to continue whatever the fuck you were doing just now.” 

He brought your face close to his again and looked deeply into your eyes. “Seems we were both being idiots all this time.” He smiled and then pulled you back in for another, more passionate kiss.

His hands pulled your hips close, placing your crotches right on top of each other. His erection pressed into your clit, but all your brain could focus on was the feeling of his tongue tangling with your own. It was almost like you didn’t really know how to make yourself feel good, even in this situation where the solution was completely obvious.

When Eddie realised that you weren’t moving he started to guide your hips back and forth on his erection. A gasp fell from your lips as the sensation of friction on your clit sent warm pulsations of pleasure through your body. In no time, you were grinding your own hips down into him.

“Are you feeling good so far?” He asked before gently pecking kisses all over your neck affectionately. 

“I’m feeling way more than good Eddie. I didn’t even know that I could feel this good.” 

“You really weren’t kidding then about Jason and his lack of foreplay.” You sullenly shook your head. Eddie gently held the bottom of your chin and brought your gaze up to meet his. “You’re the most special person I’ve ever met, Y/N, and I’m so glad that I can make you feel good.”

“Thanks Eddie.” You said shyly. “Could you do one last thing for me?”

“Of course, Y/N, anything.”

“Can you please put your dick in me and make me feel even better?” You both grinned at your question.

“Absolutely I can.” 

Moments later, you were both stripped naked and on top of each other once again. You were still straddling his lap, your skin felt so good against his. He gently lifted your hips up so that he could guide his dick towards his entrance.

“Are you sure you don’t need any more foreplay?” 

“Don’t worry Munson, we have plenty of more time for that later.”

“Ok darling,” his smile was so sweet, “you just take as much time as you need.”

And with that, you were sinking down onto his hard dick, each inch feeling better than the last. You made a mental note of how much better it felt whenever you were actually wet and aroused. 

Once you reached the base, both of you let out a moan. You felt so full and yet the stretching was just pleasurable, no pain at all compared to anything that you had tried before. 

When you had settled down slightly, you kissed Eddie deeply while also starting to grind down on his dick, now inside you. This was always something that you wanted to try, but Jason preferred not to. The pleasure emanating from your core was so strong that you almost shuddered with the power of it. His dick was hitting exactly where you needed it to, plus it was so nice and slow and sensual that all the other sensations were only adding to the tension building up inside you. 

One of Eddie’s hands pushed your hips down harder so that he was even deeper inside you. Soft moans were constantly exchanging between your lips, only interrupted by Eddie bringing two fingers up to his mouth and sucking on them. You were confused for a moment, but he just kept looking deep into your eyes. Then you felt it. His fingers pressed circles into your clit as you rode him. Your eyes gravitated towards the back of your head as he continued.

“Look at me while I pleasure you darling.” His voice was deeper than usual when he issued his command, the pleasure of all this clearly getting to him too.

You tried your best to keep eye contact with him, but the stronger the tension inside you got, the harder it was to concentrate. His cheeks were turning a bright shade of pink slowly, a strained look overcoming his brow.

“Are you going to cum?” You asked him.

He ignored your question initially. “Do you think that you could cum for me darling?”

His fingers increased their speed on your clit, pushing you to a new limit that you didn’t even know existed. It felt like something inside you was about to pop, and the faster he went, the closer you got to that final explosion.

You eagerly nodded your head.

“Use your words.”

“I think I’m about to cum.”

He leaned in so close to your ear that you could feel his wet breath touch you. “As soon as you cum, I’m going to cum so deep inside you darling.”

The tension inside you finally reached its limit. Euphoria coursed through every fibre of your body. Eddie made sure that you were well into your orgasm before he let down his own floodgates, cumming long and hard into your convulsing pussy.

Eventually the two of you collapsed into a sweaty tangle on the sheets, grins plastered on your faces.

“I guess I can cum then.” You laughed.

“And if you give me a few minutes to recover, I’ll be more than happy to show you the wonders of shower sex.” Eddie kissed your cheek.

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“Jason, I need to talk to you.” The lunch hall was bustling full of students so you were hoping to chat to him somewhere a bit more private. 

“Yeah, what is it babe?” He was so clueless and it made you feel bad, but this still needed to happen.

“Can we go somewhere a bit quieter please?”

“Just say it here, I can’t be bothered to move. It’s not as if you’re breaking up with me.” He laughed slightly. You remained silent. His head whipped around to look at your face properly. “Right Y/N?” 

You didn’t even know how to respond to that, but before you even got the chance, Jason became irate.

“It’s not because of that stupid little issue that you have going on is it?” He pointed towards your genitals. However, he’d said it loud enough that all the surrounding people had also heard and were now looking between your face and your genitals, probably coming up with a million different things that could be wrong with you.

In a moment of anger you decided to raise your voice as well, because, fuck him. “Actually Jason, it is because you don’t know how to pleasure a woman, and frankly I’d rather be with someone who knows how to make me cum.” And with that, you stood up and walked away.

Jason was clearly speechless as all his friends began to laugh hysterically and mock him for what would surely soon be the talk of the school. You grabbed Eddie’s hand and walked out of the lunch hall without a worry in the world.

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[brookheimer]

other speculation about tonight's episode for those interested (aka throwing shit at the wall, seeing what sticks, etc. the usual. also i'm bolding the TL;DR stuff bc it's long):

jimenez lead, ATN/roys [do something], then mencken wins. (talked about this here)

connor splits the vote for a bit but eventually drops and endorses mencken

mencken agrees to block the deal, jimenez refuses to work with the roys. i feel like this is pretty clear already but i think it'll be made explicit. the election will be not just ab ideological issues but the company, obviously, and anti-deal anti-ideology roman just sees mencken as their best option and doesn't give a shit about any political beliefs, shiv is the least anti-deal of the three which helps her because she wants jimenez anyways bc she's the Liberal Good one (sure, shiv, sure), and ken is trapped in between the two. basically, roman pro-mencken, shiv pro-jimenez, kendall unsure (jimenez will not block mattson deal/work with kendall and mencken will, but ken's performative liberalism makes it difficult for him to back mencken). i think ken will end up backing mencken anyways because he cares far more about his own success than america's, and i also think he would justify it to himself by saying, like, 'look if i'm in charge at waystar i can make actual change, i can't do that if i'm not CEO, so i gotta back the person who will make that happen so that way i can help society' or whatever it is he tells himself lmao

there's gotta be something with shiv pregnancy. the two biggest threads left dangling rn are shiv pregnancy and kendall-sanctioned logan smear campaign, and i'd be v surprised if the latter doesn't make some sort of appearance in the funeral episode, and idk if they'd try to work in both those threads in the same hour when so much else is going on. i also don't think they'd mention the pregnancy in ep4 and never again until the finale which meaaans something happening with it this episode. idk if it means reveal or not (because frankly it will not be shiv's fucking focus rn lmao) but it's gotta come up somehow

honest to god no fucking clue what the shocking thing will be. i don't think it'll be the election outcome itself (either mencken or jimenez, both expected) so i feel like it has to be in either the way it plays out or some sort of roy-related reveal. something i can see happening, maybe, is some sort of ATN fuckup -- they call it too early, they send out false information, some minions get the wrong order, idk -- that they have to scramble to either fix or lean into. like, their action decides the election, but it was a fuckup. it could work, i think, because it would show how unstable american 'democracy' is -- it rests in the hands of people like the roys and companies like waystar and news media like ATN, and one mistake could quite literally decide the future of america. that's how unstable things are. idk, maybe an anchor misreads a prompter and says something that's taken as an incitement to violence, maybe a phone call cuts out and orders are misheard then followed, just something that shows how terrifyingly flimsy our entire political process actually is. again this is literally ALL JUST SPECULATION i have no fucking clue how things will play out i'm just trying to figure out how things could maybe go

i think the election will be a backdrop for other huge developments in roy family life but not to the extent that con's wedding was -- i think there are probably big things that happen that are unrelated to the election, but i do think it's going to be election focused, mostly just bc i would be kind of disappointed if it wasn't lmao. but seriously though succession is such a political show (even when it's not explicitly about politics) that i'd be very very surprised if they eschewed it entirely to focus on family matters, especially bc so much of succession is about the interrelation of familial abuse, capitalism, and political fascism. this episode is the perfect fucking storm for them all to come together.

rome/ken fight from the teaser possibly this ep? just looks like they're wearing the same clothes/in the same room based on the episode trailer. not sure though

again really don't know what the Shock will be. i can see a nailbiter but a Shocking Twist? we shall see...

#will update and post other thoughts if i have them but for now i need to go work on my finals #lmao #i know this is long and excessive but i've gotten like five asks today asking for it so this is for yall #TLDR: mencken win after rough start and ATN intervention. connor eventually endorses mencken. rome and (eventually) ken back mencken bc he #will block the mattson deal. shiv refuses to back mencken on moral principles (and also she's the least set on bombing the deal so there's #less of a conundrum for her). probably shiv pregnancy returns -- either a reveal (in the context of abortion bans under mencken? tbh idk #that feels a lil on the nose for me) or a mention of/reference to it. overall ATN/roys/etc are the deciding factor not votes/america #MAYBE: ATN has a fuckup that snowballs into deciding the election somehow. miscommunication or smth that has drastic consequences #could see that being a nailbiter/shocking thing/etc. that's just pure guessing though irdk #THOSE ARE MY PREDICTIONS FOR ALL WHO HAVE ASKED. IT'S 2:21 PM 5/14/23. I WILL CHECK BACK TONIGHT #really this is so ridiculous bc u can't predict succession but it's fun speculating and now it's become a Thing i do so. here we are #succession #succession spoilers #(except as always not really) #long post #succession speculation #ok im starting a tag for this lol

[kithj]

your writing never disappoints its always so toothsome (i am gnawing on it like some beast). always a pleasure to read. there’s a sort of rhythm to the words and the weave of more literary versus matter of fact writing,,, you have a v distinctive voice as well. feel like i could read an excerpt and be like i know that guy!! BIG love as always 🫶

also a question bc im curious, feel free to not answer. does this current version of siren’s call have a lot of similarities w the IF version? plot wise i meant, beside all the narsty tasty bits

hehehe thank you!!! and i'd definitely be lying if i said the jibaro didn't give me a little bit of inspiration with the golden siren, i was definitely picturing all the jewelry that she wears when i was writing her description in the water, and the similar vibes of a dangerous "romance" between them. i also really wanted her appearance to contrast dramatically with Rome's completely unadorned snake siren.

as for your question, a little bit of yes and no. while i did want to play with sirens a little bit in the original story, it wasn't something i had planned to be as big of a narrative piece as it ended up being in the short story.

obviously Swaine isn't present in the short story, nor any of the other characters aside from Rome & the mention of Reed. i'm honestly not sure if i'm going to do more with siren's call just yet, so i don't want to share too much.... but the mc was always intended to have the scarred map from their father, though originally it was on their back. Rome & Alessa both knew about it, but Swaine was the only one that could potentially read it, since he knew the mc's father & was familiar with his code. it was what he was originally looking for when he killed their father and ransacked their house, but he failed to find it since... the mc was the map.

i did have similar themes planned for the longer story, the idea of a "cycle" and the mc being trapped inside it (and dragging Rome along with them) and i imagine this short story being one of the various outcomes of a more vengeful mc that perhaps killed Swaine on sight, unknowingly trapping themselves in the cycle without ever learning about the scars on their arm and thus never finding real closure with the loss of their father. of course this context is missing from the short story; it's all meant to be very... speculative.

i like keeping things vague and unexplained and letting the reader interpret what it could mean. were the scars ever even a map at all or was it meaningless? does the siren know what the scars really are? is she trapping the mc or is the mc trapping her? is the mc really reliving this experience over and over again? is that really Rome in bed with them in the end? are they really going to do it differently this time...? we just don't know, and that's the fun of it ;-)

#THANK YOUUUU..... mwah #i love talking abt The Process TM #part of it was also me just wanting to write pirate/mermaid evil sex also. to be clear LOL #but yeah idk if this is the 'end' of siren's call im not shelfing it completely like some people seem to think #i simply just don't quite think the long form version of it is suited for IF anymore #the map never came up in the original demo tho mc's codebreaking skills did irt the schedule #since they had spent a lot of time studying ciphers if they had the full schedule from morgan they knew they could break the code #anyways. i enjoyed writing a little glimpse into that world again and maybe we will see her another time too #they are all rotating in my mind as well. at dangerous speeds #ask #fat-rolls-frictions #siren's call