#and their response was ‘do you hate fun ?’

[mooningningg]

notes, this was so fun to make especially adding more characters ty anon!

★ Roommate!Sukuna hosts a party in the house.

“This is the stupidest idea you’ve ever had,” you said flatly, eyeing the crowd gathering in your once-peaceful living room.

Sukuna cracked open a beer and leaned against the kitchen counter like a menace with arms. “Shut up. My house. My rules.”

“Our house,” you corrected.

“My name’s on the lease.”

You opened your mouth — and then Gojo physically kicked open the front door.

“THE PARTY GOD HAS ARRIVED!”

You groaned. “I’m locking myself in my room.”

“No, you’re not.” Sukuna grabbed the back of your hoodie before you could escape. “You’re gonna stand here and make sure no one breaks shit. Especially not that one—”

“Choso?” you guessed.

“No. That thing behind him.”

You looked over and saw Yuuji sprinting through the hallway with a Nerf gun, followed by Megumi, who had the calm murderous energy of a cat ready to swipe at a toddler.

Toji appeared behind them holding a case of beer. “Your kids are feral.”

Sukuna threw up a middle finger. “They’re not my fucking kids.”

“They’re kinda your responsibility,” Geto said smoothly from the couch. “Since you’re the one who invited all of us and insisted on not hiring a DJ.”

“I am the DJ,” Sukuna said, walking to the speaker and violently pressing buttons until something bass-heavy and borderline unlistenable filled the room.

“Christ,” Nanami muttered from a corner. “This is not music. This is a hate crime.”

You leaned on the fridge and whispered, “I told him to make a playlist.”

“He made one,” Nanami said. “It’s all angry gym edits and songs titled ‘murder breakfast.’”

Meanwhile, Choso had discovered your cabinet of snacks and was handing out bags of chips like a stoned camp counselor. “You want spicy or sweet?” he asked you sweetly. “I sorted them by vibe.”

Sukuna walked by, narrowed his eyes, and muttered, “Stop touching my shit.”

“It’s her shit,” Choso replied without fear.

“Yeah, Sukuna,” you echoed smugly. “My kitchen.”

He turned to you with a scowl. “Don’t push me, brat.”

Just then, Nobara stomped into the kitchen holding an empty Solo cup.

“Why is there no alcohol left?” she demanded.

“Because Gojo made a jungle juice bucket in the fucking bathtub,” Toji said, cracking open a beer.

“...He what?”

“It’s got blue Gatorade, Everclear, Sprite, and six Warheads.”

Sukuna pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m going to kill him.”

Gojo popped his head in like a cartoon ghost. “No murder before midnight! That’s the rule!”

“You’re the reason I have rules, you white-haired freak.”

Geto sauntered by with your Bluetooth speaker in hand. “Can I use this for my playlist? I promise it’s all R&B.”

“You touch it and I’ll cut your fingers off,” Sukuna replied calmly, sipping his beer.

“Jesus,” you said. “Why did you even invite them?”

“Because I was drunk,” Sukuna growled, glancing around the chaotic room. “And it was funny at the time.”

Someone suddenly crashed into a chair.

“I’M OKAY,” Yuuji shouted from the floor.

“I’M GONNA KILL HIM,” Sukuna shouted louder.

“You can’t kill him,” Megumi muttered from beside you, arms crossed. “He’s literally built like a golden retriever. You’d feel bad.”

“I wouldn’t.”

“Bet.”

You grinned at the sight: your angry, cursed-energy-free roommate about three seconds away from strangling half the room while you just… stood there sipping punch out of a vase.

Then, as if summoned by chaos, Gojo slung an arm around your shoulders.

“So. On a scale of 1 to ‘my next therapy session,’ how’s living with Sukuna?”

You glanced at the walking red flag beside you — now trying to chase Yuuji with a spatula for sitting on his dumbbells.

“Somewhere between insanity and a sitcom,” you replied.

Sukuna stopped mid-step. “Why the fuck are you smiling?”

“Because this is the best decision you never made.”

His eye twitched. “I’m never doing this again.”

“Sure,” Geto called from the couch. “You say that now — until she asks you to host her birthday and you agree like a whipped little bitch.”

Sukuna whirled around. “Say that again, Suguru. I dare you.”

Geto smirked. “You heard me. Whipped. Soft. Domesticated.”

Sukuna lunged. Gojo dove into the hallway with a bottle of tequila. Megumi muttered something about going feral. Nobara lit a candle just because.

You stood in the middle of it all, grinning to yourself.

Yep.

Best party ever.

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[despairots]

SWAN SONG, chapter one of bite me!

baby saja x fem! reader | hi guys do we fw morally grey characters that go by they/she and is also extremely weird and wields a scythe bigger than them??

chapters contains | yelling, dead animal, asian parents, child abuse.

website. next chpt …

You had a life before all this popularity. A student trying to pass life and be a doctor because their family had told them it was the proper way to live. Typical asian families. In some way, you agreed with their ideology before you realized that somethings just aren’t for you.

4.0 GPA, valedictorian, popular, beautiful. Everything was handed to you with grace and a thank you. It just wasn’t for you.

The life you have now is perfect for you. Although you did disappoint your family with your choices, they were still in the crowd when you went on tour with your friends; HUNTR/X, a famous K-Pop group who… also slays demons?

It’s weird, it’s odd, it’s hard to explain but the main reason why you guys were banded together was because how the four of you were tapped into the honmoon. It gave all of you a responsibility, and a crippling anxiety in all of you if something bad happened to everyone.

You’d expect these weird things to just happen in America, New York, not Korea. So yes, the thought of knowing that everyone’s lives dwelled on you guys messed you up.

It was just supposed to be a fun girl group, not a girl-group-that-kills-demons-as-another-job. To be fair, it gets fun the longer you deal with it. Which it shouldn’t because millions of human lives depend on it! It brought you stress, you didn’t even have sex yet or a first kiss, you shouldn’t be doing this at all.

But you have a job, and that’s to protect millions of people. No matter how badly you don’t want to do.

Since birth, you knew there was something wrong with you.

A kid slapping you because you said he was gross for liking you, your mom yelling at you because you’re too quiet, your cousin looking at you weirdly because you carried a dead bunny inside the house, your aunt pulling at your hair harshly because you looked at her blankly.

You are a sensitive child, they said, you don’t know how to live yet, they whispered.

When you born, you were doted on by your entire family. Maybe it was because you just a baby, or maybe because you learned things so fast. Whatever the case was, they loved you, no matter how hard they were on you.

Doctor, model, scientist, teacher. Jobs were already being placed down in front of you at 8 years old; doctor because it was the standard for them, model because you were blessed with good looks, scientist because you loved rockets, teacher because you were loved by all. Dumb reasons, dumber family.

Never asked what you wanted in your life, never wanted to know what your opinions were. You were always shushed, to just shut up and be quiet but then yelled at for being too quiet. It was too confusing, even now when you’re a fully grown adult.

8 years old turned into 18 years old, and when you graduated from high school, you studied abroad with a relaxed mindset. No more people to call you weird, no more parents to yell at you to do better, no more cousins who hate you due to jealousy, nothing.

Just peace and quiet.

And then you graduated University, had to go back home to celebrate. You were an 8 year old child again who had other people choose what path you need to take. You just wanted them to shut up, to just be quiet forever.

So you left, again. Moved to Korea with no explanation why. You still loved them and all, even now as an idol, you gave them free tickets whenever you went on tour. It’s just they weren’t a good environment to be around, it was easily shown when they first saw you blowing up as a K-Pol Idol.

They had spammed you with texts in a family gc, all you responded with was a thumbs up and a ‘they’ll come around’ to your friends when they saw the degradation from your family to you.

And they did, still a bit hostile towards you but to be honest, you grew up already used to it.

“Mira’s my favourite. She’s the visual lead dancer of HUNTR/X. Nobody can move like Mira.”

“Apparently, she’s the black sheep of her family.”

“I don’t know why, but she’s so cool. Who else can wear a sleeping bag to the Met Gala.”

“Yeah, she’s our role model. She’s the best, love her.”

“We’re here for Zoey! She’s a rapper and lyricist.”

“She grew up in America, somewhere called Burbank USA.”

“She’s the cutest maknae.”

“But when she raps, she goes hard.”

“She gets real scary, like so scary that you better watch out!”

“We love Rumi! She’s popstar royalty.”

“Her mom was Sunlight Sister, but passed away when she was an infant but Celine raised her and built HUNTR/X around her.”

“Rumi’s voice is just incredible, like…”

“It brings us to tears!”

“[Name]’s the best! She’s the face of the group and a lead rapper like Zoey!”

“She was born in Korea but raised in Vietnam. Apparently, she was supposed to be a doctor before finding her passion in music.”

“How can you look like that and be downright sexy aswell? It’s unbelievable how far their range goes.”

“Look at her, she’s the best all-rounder in history!”

The four of you were on a plane, heading towards the stadium that held thousands of your fans waiting for you. Food was placed on the table in front of you as the four of you held onto eachother’s shoulders, preparing for the concert.

“Okay, this is our biggest show yet.” Rumi looked at each one of you, “The most songs,” Zoey grinned, “The most moves,” Mira added on next, leaving you as the last one, “Which means the most carb loading.” All of you threw your hands up to celebrate, “For the fans!” And with that, all of you took a handful of foods.

“I need like 10 calories to get through the choreo.” Rumi commented through the food in her mouth.

“10,000 percent. A gazillion percent.”

“Mira, that’s not even a real number.” You smiled and leaned back on the palm of your hands, “It is for our fans!” You grimaced at the sight of food spilling out her mouth when she said, “Swallow your food first, please.” You muttered, picking up your ramen that had your face on it.

“Okay, time for our pregame ramen!”

“Happy fans, happy honmoon!” The four of you cheered, bringing your cups of ramen together into the middle before realizing there was no hot water inside, “Wait, there’s no water in these.” Zoey pouted, Rumi asking one of the flight attendants for hot water which earned her a weird response.

Bobby’s contact appeared on Rumi’s phone, “Hi Bobby!” All of you greeted, “Yeah, hi! Um, what are you doing?” He asked, Rumi turning her phone over to Zoey who was stuffing her face with chips, “About to eat our preshow show ramen.” She answered, Bobby having a tense look on his face.

“Preshow? What about the show-show?” He gestured to the crowd before his phone was taken away by a couple of fans, “We love you!” Three girls squealed out, jumping up and down as the four of you responded with the same thing back.

The phone was taken by three guys crying, Mira, Zoey and Rumi crying with them which made you inch away in shock. The phone was taken away again by a guy who showed off his tattoo of a heart with your groups logo on it, “Sick.” Mira nodded with a grin.

“Give me that! Why are you so late?” Bobby asked, his face closer to the camera with an anxious look, “Late?” All of you looked outside to see how the plane flew right over the stadium. Glaring at the flight attendants, you said bye to Bobby and walked straight up to the women who was pouring coffee onto a plant.

“Um, excuse me,”

“Please, take your seat.”

You raised an eyebrow, placing a hand on your hip, “Yeah, we don’t have time. You’re a demon, right?” The women looked off to the side with worry, “Uhh, what do you mean?” The tense figure, weird grin and unblinking eyes made you pull a face, “You’re smiling all weird, watering plants with coffee, and those guys…” You gestured to the other demons behind her.

“…Come on.” They could at least play a human better, “Ohh, well we were just—“ You cut her off by grabbing her wrist and showing her marks off, “Oh, look! Patterns.” She flushed in embarrassment, trying to cover up her mistake, “Oh, these? These are just—“ Cutting her off again, you stepped on her foot which revealed her demon form.

“The rest of you can come out. We’re in a hurry!” Rumi called out, all of you glaring at them tiredly, “Aww, you’ve got the patterns. Now you gotta die.” Mira cooed sarcastically, lowering her drink from her mouth.

“The only ones dying tonight, are your—“

Mira burped.

“Uh—I said, the only ones dying tonight are your—“

Rumi and Zoey’s stomach grumbled, making you giggle at the demon’s attempts to finish their sentence, “I’m sorry, what?” The largest demon glared at them, “Your fans! We’re gonna eat your fans!” He yelled out, weirding all of you out.

“Oh no.”

“Not our fans.”

“When you miss with our fans,”

“We need to make it hurt.”

All of you cheered and jumped at the successful show, descending down the elevator under the stage, “Did we just see gold?” Rumi was smiling, all of you pleased at the sight of had just been seen all over the crowd, “Yeah, I can’t believe we’re doing it.” Zoey squealed, jumping up and down while grasping Rumi’s shoulders.

“It’s so exciting!”

“Okay, you know what this means? Time to release the song.”Rumi cheered with the three of you before coughing, all of you staring at her concerned, “Wow… That was weird.” She commented, hand over her chest and shock all over her face, “Good thing we’re taking a break.” Mira nodded at Zoey’s statement, “Yeah, sounds like you need a rest.”

“Take it easy, Rumi.” She smiled at you, placing a hand over yours that was placed on her shoulder, “Yeah, just need a little water.” The elevator stopped and the doors were opened to reveal Bobby and the rest of the crew.

Water bottles were handed to all of you, robes being placed on you, food just waiting to be eaten. “What a way to end the World Tour! And that finally, with the guy in the demon suit exploding and the confetti.” Bobby complimented, using hand gestures to emphasize his last words.

“Those special effects were amazing.”

You scoffed amusingly, “Yeah, special effects.”

“This is going to break the bank but oh! Look at these social numbers, they’re off the charts. And to celebrate, I booked you a week long staycation at the fancy, most exclusive relaxation resort in Korea.” Bobby smiled up at you guys, proud of his girls at ranking Number #1.

“Sorry Bobby. We already have plans.”

“What plans?”

“We got the hottest, ticket in town to our,”

“Couch!” All three of you finished together, cheering the word over and over again while skipping past Rumi and Bobby, “Bobby, you should enjoy the resort. This tour has been gruelling for everyone. You deserve it.” Rumi winked at Bobby, giving the deal back to Bobby who refused at first before being robbed up, “Robe me. I’m 34, short, please. See you in a couple weeks, girls!” He waved off his shoulders.

“Bye Bobby!”

[nofilterwaterfilter]

also on the voice thing, we all know kris is one of the most autism coded characters to ever exist, but i really do love everything that both routes of chapter four when taken in conjunction told us about kris, being nonverbal, and how that's not painted as a bad thing?

it's pretty common i've seen for silent protagonists to be headcanoned as nonverbal autistic, but i think this is the first time i've seen it be explicitly canon, and also have it be pretty intrinsic to the narrative?

and like no, kris isn't entirely nonverbal, they do speak occasionally. but deltarune in general, and particularly ch4, paints a very strong picture of someone who (at least when they have control over their own voice) does not use words as their primary method of communication

like you can start with quiet people piss me off, or the fact that music is such an important avenue of self expression for them (made all the worse when they're not in control). noelle in ch1 asks if kris is okay when the player asks her the same background/lore questions we can ask everyone, because kris talking this much pings immediately as wrong to her. then there's everything we know about kris as a kid, and how yeah they had a bit of a mean sense of humor, but also pranks and fucking with people was a very good way for them to get attention without having to talk at all

noelle's story of the ferris wheel if you listen to all her and susie's dialogue in dess' room sticks out to me for this, and i really do love that anecdote. noelle mentions she and kris were pushed into riding the ferris wheel together as kids, she didn't really want to be there. and kris didn't say anything the whole time, for the first half they were just looking out the window. but then they decided to jump up and down and shake the entire capsule, and that's when they turned to noelle and smiled. susie goes "is that good or bad?" in response to that story and noelle says she doesn't know, but it's one of the things that gets kris' attention! and whether you believe that they were doing it to freak noelle out or because they also thought this was dumb and wanted to make it more fun for both of them (noelle isn't sure which it was either), that is how they communicate!

and when they do use words. this is the bit that makes me most emotional - noelle in weird route describes kris' voice as deadpan and mumbly. they don't like being loud, they don't talk very often, and they really struggle with inflection. all things that are normally criticisms when directed at autistic people, they're stuff autism moms use to justify their "i know my real child is in there somewhere" bullshit. but when noelle hears it again from soulless kris for the first time since the soul stuff started, she starts crying over how much she's missed hearing them talk. the soul (as we know from a variety of susie and noelle conversations) is louder, more charismatic, more confident and articulate, and it's not kris. so all those traits that are normally things autistic people get told to be more, are explicitly condemned by the narrative

and that's what makes kris being largely nonverbal such an excellent additional dimension to their story. because everything the soul does, at least in the normal routes, pretty much aligns with how people are expected to behave? kris under our control has a great social life, has friends, is likeable, isn't weird and hard to understand. and a crueler person, the kind autistic people have to deal with far too often, would say "well it's good we gave them a voice, they're not using theirs anyway"

but that's what makes it evil! it doesn't matter if kris is the kind of autistic that everyone hates, if there are things about them that don't fit in with society but that they either can't or don't want to change. their life and their voice, as infrequently heard as it is, is still theirs. and they deserve the freedom to use it however they want to

[lush-escape]

The Vigilante's Guide to Grief

pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader wc: 1.3k a/n: sorry for the slow update - work was crazy. being a stand in hotel housekeeper is no joke. i cleaned up a LEECH. if you or anyone you know leaves their hotel room looking like a pig sty? your mom's a hoe. also I messed up on the last chapter's title - ignore that, I fixed it. prev: shock

Stage two: Denial

Hey,

It's Friday the 13th. We should be watching scary movies right now like we do every year. The classics. Halloween, scary movie, Friday the 13 obviously. A new final destination came out. You always loved watching those stupid movies, making fun of everyone's stupid choices. Christy (the stupid therapist who's not that stupid) told me it can be “healing” to keep traditions like that alive. I think it's dumb. No one will ever have commentary like you do. No one else in the family can handle horror movies like you do. It wouldn't be the same. Besides - that was our thing. You and me. Ever since we were kids.

Jason can feel those heavy emotions weighing down on his chest. For a second it's harder to breathe. He takes a second to breathe, to let his mind relax. And then his phone dings. And then again. And again.

With a sigh he picks it up. An influx of messages from the Batfam group chat. Playful warnings to stay safe this Friday the 13th.

“Jay!” You let out an excited little laugh as you curl up into your favorite corner of the couch with a blanket draped over your lap. “Hurry up, you're wasting valuable movie time.”

Jay chuckles lowly from the kitchen of your shared apartment, “‘m almost done in here, baby. Start the movie - I'll be there in a second.” He's in the kitchen getting together snacks on a tray. Popcorn, your favorite candy, cookies.

“No way, I'm not starting it without you. I've been waiting all week for this.” You look over the back of the couch and catch sight of him with his back turned to you. Big, hulking Jason looking soft as ever in your top cramped kitchen getting sweets and snacks. You let out a small sigh, your smile turning soft. There's a warmth that spreads from your chest to your stomach as it hits you just how much you do love him.

“Stop it.” He finally speaks up with a tone of amusement. He knows you so well he doesn't even have to look at you to know you're staring.

“No.” You tease him back, your smile growing more playful. “I can't help it, you're too hot to ignore.”

And even though you can't see his face you know he's blushing.

“Shut up,” You hear him mutter, bashful. “Don't say stupid shit like that.”

You laugh at him, “What? It's true.” Your voice is more loving, adoring, and it makes Jason falter for a split second.

“Whatever, you're crazy.” He teases with a shake of his head before he's in the living room with you.

“Yeah, crazy in love.” You exaggerate batting your eyelashes before popping a piece of popcorn into your mouth.

“God, you're obnoxious.” Jason smirks with a roll of his eyes as he's sitting next to you. He props his feet onto the coffee table in front of the two of you and slings his arm over the back of the couch. A silent invitation for you to cuddle into him which you happily accept.

With your head on Jason's chest and your arm around his stomach he pushes play on the remote and pulls you even closer to him.

“Ready to watch some people die?” He asks and you snort a laugh in response.

part of me hates that they don't get it.

Jason is sidetracking now, putting his every thought down.

They haven't lost anyone like I have. I know they lost you too. They all loved you love you. But they don't get it. Normal things like today? It's just another Friday to them. To me it's one of the days I can't even turn on the tv or look at my phone without thinking of you even more than I already do. It's fucking hard baby. So fucking hard

Jason stops to blink away a tear, “Dammit…” he can hear himself sniffle and he hates it. He clears his throat and continues writing.

Some days I don't want to believe you're gone…

The manor was eerily silent that day. An official two weeks after your death, one after your funeral service. It was a small gathering; the Wayne's, the Kent's, Roy and Lian and your best friend. Your parents didn't show up, blaming Jason and the Wayne family for your “mysterious” death.

Jason doesn't like to think about it. So he doesn't.

As Jason walks through the manor he already knows where everyone is, where to avoid. Duke is on patrol, Damian is doing homework in the library, Tim and B are in the cave working a case, Dick is in Blüdhaven, Steph and Cass are training in the gym.

Except Dick wasn't in Blüdhaven. Jason rounds the corner to the kitchen to find him sitting at the island staring at a cup in front of him.

Jason doesn't greet Dick, not verbally anyway, just gives a grunt of acknowledgement. Dick looks up and he can see how tired Jason is. It makes his heart ache for his little brother. There's stubble on his face, the bags under his eyes are deep and purple.

“Hey,” Dick speaks up. His voice is quiet, a little tired. A sign that he's struggling just a bit. He watches Jason pull a beer from the fridge and he sighs. For once in his life he's <I>nervous</I>. He knows Jason stopped drinking a long time ago for you. It started as a bet that turned into a habit. He's scared to bring it up but there's something nagging at him in his brain to do so.

“Thought you stopped…” Dick mumbles. He sees Jason stiffen.

“Whaddya mean?” Jason asks, he's refusing to look at Dick as he takes a long swig.

Dick hesitates, “The bet… you both-”

“Look,” Jason forces a laugh, it doesn't even sound like him, “what she doesn't know won't hurt her. Just don't say anything and I won't get in trouble.” He jokes.

There's silence. It's heavy and tense and awkward and Dick audibly swallows. He stammers for a second. While still dealing with his own grief he was having to handle Jason's as well. He felt a pit open in his stomach.

“Jay…” Dick's voice is so soft and so tender that it makes Jason turn to face him. And when he does finally turn around Dick can see how hard he's fighting to hold it together.

“What?” Jason asks in a shaky voice.

“She.. there's no one…” Dick doesn't know how to navigate this. “She's not coming back, Jay…” the words came out thick and choked one.

Jason shakes his head and forces on another smile, it doesn't even look human at this point.

“You've always been pretty funny, y'know that.” Another drink of beer. “‘course she's coming back. She just- she's just.. not,” Jason clears his throat “, not here right now. It's fine. She'll be back soon.”

Dick wonders how long Jason's been feeling like this, how long he's been in denial or if it's a new thing he's going through. But part of him is afraid to call Jason out on it, to burst his little bubble of happiness in the midst of his despair. And honestly? A small part of him also wants to believe that you're gone, that you'll be back soon from some little trip or something.

“Oh… yeah, okay. I won't say anything, Jay.” Dick is almost whispering now as he chokes on the lump in his throat.

The part of Jason's brain that knows this is just a defense mechanism is relieved.

“Thanks, Dickie.” He claps Dick on the shoulder as he walks by.

But I know you are. I hate it. I hate accepting it. This

Jason pauses his writing before finally sighing in defeat.

this isn't how it was supposed to be.

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[chosolar]

ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈┈ when you hear my voice

siren!suguru geto x femresearcher!reader

suguru's not sure how he got here. stuck in a 10 ft pool of a dimly lit room, suguru spends all day long avoiding the researchers who only feed him rotting fish.

it's funny, he thinks, he could easily overtake the researchers. suguru could use his glamour, make the workers think he's just the janitor cleaning up the spills from the pool overflowing. he's a lot stronger too, he can just fight anyone who stands in the way between him and the sea.

but that's no fun.

so suguru wastes time swimming around the small pool he's forced to be in. his tail hits the walls constantly, his once glistening scales have started to lose their shimmer, so suguru thinks he should start planning his escape of this shoddy research facility.

until a new researcher that he's never seen takes over for the one he hates being with. he's been in the facility for probably 7 months, but you, he's pretty sure — no, he knows he's never seen you before. suguru watches as your colleagues demean you, treat you like you're lesser than them. day to day, suguru sees how you're often forced to do the work your coworkers don't wanna do.

it's not until they make you feed him that suguru finally finds the courage to speak to you. centuries of watching humans interact has led him to this moment.

standing at the edge of his pool, you have a pail of fish in your hand as you try to convince suguru to eat.

"c'mon please just eat one. they're going to make me work overtime again if you don't eat this time," you plead even though you're not sure if he can understand you. suguru sees the desperation in your eyes, and in all of his time of being alive, suguru's sure that you're the first human he's ever pitied.

"you don't have to do as they say." his voice is hoarse, he's never actually tried to speak any human language before so the words feel foreign on his tongue. suguru watches as your brows furrow and you glance around the room.

"am I- did you- man, these 12 hour shifts are really getting to me..." you mumble to yourself. suguru silently chuckles at your reaction.

he swims up to where you are, resting his forearms on the tiles of the edge of the pool. "Humans are impudent no matter the year."

you look at him as if he's a toy come to life. suguru sighs, "I'm talking to you."

he watches as you look around the room again, and he's starting to get frustrated that you're not replying to him.

"are you actually talking to me?" you ask as you point to yourself. suguru nods and the surprised expression on your face makes him snicker. "no one else is here but you and I."

"but the researchers said you're mute? their reports say that they haven't heard you speak ever since you got caught."

suguru rolls his eyes, "would you talk to the people who've kidnapped you?"

"no," you sigh, setting the pail down and moving closer him, "but you're a siren aren't you? don't siren sing songs?"

"oh please, as if they deserve to hear my songs." suguru scoffs.

you laugh at work for the first time since you started. you cross your legs and look at him, "so what makes me so deserving of your voice?"

he shrugs, "they treat you and I the same."

"so you're talking to me out of pity?"

"I'd prefer to say I'm talking to you out of empathy." suguru cheekily replies, his response earning another laugh from you again. his sight changes from you to the pungent bucket of fish you placed down, "and also that? it's disgusting."

your gaze follows where he pointed, "don't like fish?"

he gives you a look, as if to say 'seriously?'. you smile sheepishly, "just kidding."

"what do you like eating then?" you ask him, hoping he'll say something that you can give him.

"anything but decaying fish." suguru says, "something fresh."

"do you like fruits?"

suguru nods and you run off to your lunch bag in the corner of the room. you come back with a plastic container of assorted fruits, his curiosity piquing at the sight of what's in your hands.

suguru eats willingly for the first time ever since he got caught by the researchers.

the next two weeks, you started bringing different foods for him to try.

fruits? suguru loves them.

pastries? he thinks they're okay.

noodles? doesn't matter what they are, suguru's slurping down any type of noodles you bring.

suguru starts taking notice of how you're trying to make him more full but he never brings it up. he observes you as you do your daily reports of him, your eyes mainly on his tail.

"why're you looking at my tail like that?" he asks you one day after he'd finish eating. his question catches you off guard, you thought you were being subtle with it.

"oh um.. I heard that the scales of a siren's tail gleam when they're happy and healthy," you explain. suguru hums as he splashes his tail lightly on the surface of the water. "do you wanna see it up close?"

"can I?!" you beam with excitement but dialed it down when you realized how childish you sound, "sorry- I just, I really wanna see it if that's okay."

suguru chuckles before pushing himself up on the pool border so he can sit down on top of the tiles beside you. you're not sure what you expected, but he's so much bigger when he's next to you.

the very first thing you notice about his tail is the colour of it - it's black at first glance but when it shimmers, it reveals purple undertones. the scales sparkle when suguru shifts in his spot, and your stare never leaves suguru's scintillating tail.

you crouch beside him, leaning over to have a closer look at his tail. "do the colours mean anything?"

suguru shook his head, "not really, the markings on my body do."

your eyes move from his tail to his upper body, noticing the various asymmetrical lines that adorn all over his body. suguru licks his lips as your intense gaze on his body send shivers down his spine.

"you know, the health and happiness of a betta fish can be seen through its physical appearance..." you mutter mainly to yourself but suguru listens intently.

"their colours are more vibrant, their fins are flared and full, flowing with the water."

"yeah?" suguru coquettishly urges you to continue.

you nodded, eyes still on his tail as your fingers graze it lightly, "yeah, it's really easy to tell that a betta fish is unwell. I guess, where I'm getting at is that you're like a betta fish."

suguru holds his breath as your fingers starting moving up from his scales to the markings on his abdomen, your eyes trailing your fingertips on his skin. the water is cold, the tiles are too, so suguru's not sure why his skin feels like it's on fire when you touch him.

he knows you're still talking about betta fish but your words go in one ear and out the other. how are you messing with his head? you're just a random human woman, he's just your work, a living thing to probe and study. he knows all of this, yet suguru can't help but feel tense as your fingers continue upwards to his neck.

suguru's not sure if it's your proximity to him or your touch on his skin, but when your eyes meet his — he's suddenly aware of how close your face is to his. he can see that your eyes soften when he looks at you. suguru's doubtful of why you look at him that way but he doesn't really care.

his eyes dart from your lips back to your eyes. suguru's indifferent to the fact that he's making it obvious that he wants you. he knows that he wants you, and he knows that you know now too.

"are all sirens flirty like you?" you tease, your smile making his heart beat just a little faster than usual.

suguru smirks, "I don't know. I don't pay attention to anything else other than you."

maybe they are flirty, but suguru only likes flirting with you.

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a/n: not proofread heheehehhe I'm so sorry for not posting in so long!! I've been playing LADS and I am obsessed with sea god rafayel so had to write smtn about it

this was also so heavily inspired by shape of water <3 monsterfucker who????

[occasional-yan-stuff]

Helloooooooo! I just read your Yandere! Otome Love Interest fic and I just want to make a request (if you do take requests hehe but it’s okay if you don't) of a what-if scenario.

What if the other Otome Love Interests reader has been with (the other four aside from Caspian) would unlock their memories too? From the first timeline where Isekai’d reader married Caspian to the most recent one?

Thank you! I love this fic of yours btw 💓💓💓

This is gonna be my very first part 2! I hope you like it!

Pt. 1 here

Yandere!Meta!Otome Love interest X GN!Isekai!reader X Yandere!Recently Awakened!Otome Love interest

details: reincarnation, love triangle, reader resents yandere, this one is pretty sad (idk why I'm writing so much sad stuff lately), reader is scared of yandere, yandere spoils reader,

warnings: Isolation, captivity, kidnapping, implied physical abuse, controlling partner, restriction of access to information, murder, implied blood, knives

It was two weeks into your third life with him. Your third time stuck in this house. It was almost starting to feel normal. The second time you reincarnated after finishing all the routes, you attempted to sneak out your window and continue as normal. Alas, he was right at the end of the ally way, and he caught up to you quick before dragging you back "home". The third time, when you woke up in your current life, you simply tried to avoid the plot all together and be a normal person in this world. This only lasted a few days before Caspian tracked you down and hauled you back to the mansion.

No matter what you did, he was inevitable. That was clear from all the escape attempts you had made in your first life in his home. Even though you had faced two deaths afterward, you could still faintly see some of the scars. Caspian valued promises and hated to see you break them. This reason did not feel like justification and you were sure that you'd never forgive him. You would also never try leaving again.

It was a morning just like any other morning and a breakfast just like any other breakfast. It was a spread so immaculate that you could almost forget that you were being forced to eat it.

"you look gorgeous, beloved," Caspian purred, admiring your body in the outfit he'd picked out for you. He always picked out your outfit. He picked out many things for you, what you ate, what you wore, where you slept, but there were plenty of other little freedoms you had as well. Nice things to distract yourself from the prison your life had become.

You could choose what hobbies you picked up and while he was initially dismissive, Caspian would always get you anything you wanted to support your hobbies. You knew him well enough to know that he would always come around and be just as invested in your hobbies as you were. That was a big part of his arc in the game after all.... The game. You missed how he was in the game. His yandere ending was fun and very hot but that was a bad end. You were stuck in a bad end.

Just like in your life in the real world, you turned to escapism. You had access to any book in Caspian's library, and if you saw a new one you wanted in the paper, he would buy you a copy of that too. Unfortunately though, recently, he had stopped giving you the paper to read. It was strange. This particular morning, you decided to ask about it.

"excuse me, dear," you shifted slightly as you called him that word. It wasn't something you enjoyed doing anymore but he got in a way when you weren't as affectionate with him as he was with you, "why haven't I been getting the paper recently?"

His purple eyes became sharp and his expression was cold. He swallowed a piece of steak before putting his knife down and speaking, "I don't need the outside world poisoning my beloved's mind."

You were about to say something in response but were interrupted by a knock at the door. This was strange. This hadn't happened in the past two loops. There were only ever 3 knocks at the door, and they always came much later. You began to rise to your feet, both out of curiosity and impulse, but Caspian placed a hand on your thigh, signalling you to stay put.

He got out of his seat and left the dining room. You worried what he would do if you left your own chair without permission, so all you could do was stay put and listen. The great door of the mansion creaked open and a familiar voice drifted into your ears.

"Where are they, Cass?" Leo's voice was full of anger, frustration, and perhaps just a bit of worry.

Leo was easily the most popular boy in the game. He had the most merch, the most events, the most voice lines, and he was the guy who the heroin ended up with in the anime adaptation. The first boy most players went for, yourself included, was usually Leo, and it wasn't hard to see why.

He was kind, and chivalrous, suave, and protective, the typical shojou prince. An unbeatable formula, really. Everyone wanted to be swept off their feet at least once in their life.

"Now now, is that any way of greeting your brother?" Caspian was attempting to diffuse the situation, but you could feel the tension in the air. It wasn't working.

"Where are they?" Leo said again, becoming even angrier.

"I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about."

"It's been wrong for the past two loops," the words came out through gritted teeth, "they haven't been at the castle and neither have you. They were supposed to show up two weeks ago."

The air was still for a moment. It was as if the world had gone completely silent. Even the background music that constantly followed you had cut out.

"what?" The word was so quiet you could barely hear it

"You broke everything, Caspian!" Leo raised his voice, seemingly to compensate for how quiet the other was being, "including me!"

"brother, please, I-"

"do you ever notice how de don't talk like normal siblings?" a pair of footsteps could be heard, one stepping forward, the other moving back.

"We talk like how siblings talk in books, Cass, have you ever noticed that?" the question came with an agitated sharpness.

"I suppose I never put any thought into it," he chuckled nervously. You could now see the two of them through the door way of the dining room.

"On some level, I think I understand why you did it," Leo was now backing Caspian into the dining room, "I don't like remembering the person I love marrying my best friends either." His smile looked broken. A crackling chuckle exited his lips.

"But youuu got to develop those memories, Caspian, didn't you?" His eye was twitching. He now had his brother backed up against the dining room table. His hand reached for the steak knife and your eyes snapped shut. "HOW DO YOU THINK IT FEELS TO GET THEM ALL AT ONCE?!"

There was a blood curdling scream followed by panting and a few moments of silence. You felt a wet hand touch your cheek as the smell of metal hit your nose. You slowly, hesitantly, opened your eyes. There was Leo, smiling down at you.

"Come on, lets do this the right way."

[ouchthathurts]

❝ 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 ! ❞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐬) ⋮ Cameron x Gender-neutral! Reader

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ⋮ 2.4k

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𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ⋮ An assortment of smutshots for the dateables that have piqued my interest!

𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⋮ Cross-Posted on AO3 | Kissing | Cam Love route | Cursing | Throat Fucking | Cum eating

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ⋮ This ending has really stuck with me.

Cam pulls out a positively ancient cucumber, a devilish glint in his brown eyes, you question how long it’s been there only to be silenced by the wrinkled cucumbers on your lips...

“Nonononoo shhhhhh…” Cameron hushes you, a moment ago he was with you on the floor, not now though, as you look up into his dark and soulful eyes, you know in that instance the dynamic between the two of you has most definitely changed. You prepped yourself for a joke, thanks to your SPECs, you were as ready as ever to diffuse the situation with humor–“Mmmpgh!” You feel wetness against your lips, “Cam-!? Mmpgh-?!” You allow its entrance, the moment you call out to your newfound lover, he's quick to put something in there to shut you up.

Your mouth reconstructs itself to coddle the tip safely, it's almost instinct to allow him to put it in, you look up through your lashes with your lips now fully covering the head, the wicked smile on his face only fills with determination as he begins to pat your head, “Look at you, finally shutting that big fuckin’ mouth of yours!” He chirps, there's about as much positive energy as you expect from your grungy lover.

Regardless, you're only allowed this moment to reflect on your situation before he begins to go back on the prowl.

It's weird how wet and cold it is, it's able to slip past your lips and safely onto your tongue thanks to the carpet you lay out over your teeth, it almost makes Cameron hunch over and explode in your mouth right then and there, but he couldn't allow you to make fun of him for busting too quick when he finally had you beneath him like this. 

To see you, who just only seen him as a trash can, take whatever he gave to you, like you had done to him all these years. 

In fact, he's tickled pink by the situation; he does nothing to hide how satisfied he is by this and desires to push you to your very limits.

You feel the way your mouth slowly widens up for him, the length seeming never-ending as he continues to take his time to shove his dick down your throat. It takes a while before you feel him graze the back of your throat. Your eyes have only become more watery now that you're stretching your mouth so wide for Cameron. Honestly, you're bewildered by the feeling of a few tears rolling down the sides of your cheeks as you feel him just playing around with your gag reflex to get more saliva bubbling out of your mouth.

“Shit, how deep does it go?” You muffle something in response, your eyes half-lidded with the feeling of his large cock just taking up space, you're unable to respond and you fear if you move your tongue you might trigger something.

You hate how high you got your fucking SPECs…

“What was that?” Cameron puts a hand to his ear to help hear you, "You're just as eager to find out how far my cock goes down your throat?”

Your eyes quickly shoot open, and you shake your head a little bit, but Cam is quick to start petting your head heavy-handedly. There's this sadistic smirk that comes back up, “Yeah? You'd love to?” You try to shake your head, yet the only thing you're given is Cameron’s hand on top of your skull, just forcing you to nod before he bares his teeth at you in a seething grin. 

“Glad we were able to bond, human.” 

Cameron wasted no second making sure that you were kissing the base of his cock, he's fully engulfed in all your mouth has to offer and there's nothing for you to do but take it as you gag and muffle some moans and grunts while trying to accommodate the rest of him. You weren't able to get a good look at him, your eyes now directed to his mons. 

Luckily for Cameron, he still had the front-row seat to watch you take everything he was gonna give you. 

There's a forest of dark brown hair, it lightly coats Cameron's belly button but gets thicker the more you go down his pelvis, and soon enough, your nose is in a sea of his hair as your chin is met with the heavy smacking of his balls. 

In these moments no real words are being said, you try your hardest to cancel out your moans and whimpers every time you feel him kiss the cervix of your throat, regardless, you listen out to hear his grunts as he begins to ruthlessly fuck into your throat. It doesn't seem like he's listening to you just savoring the feeling of having you in this position, the feeling of your head in his hands is almost dizzying and now here you were getting your face fucked by him?

God, he was reeling…

You feel your throat closed around the tip of the appendage, there are soft gurgles that you'll say you were trying to fight back against it but you could stop him at any time with the Dateviators, you know it and he knows it, and yet, here you are just allowing him pound into your needy throat and praying he fills your throat up with his cum.

It's almost a mind fuck for you, you just confessed your love to your trash can, and you were still getting the hang of the glasses but you could've never expected something like this to happen…It's shocking! You could only allow yourself to bask in the bliss that was this moment, skin slapping against skin, with those hard and rough grunts as he slams his cock down your throat with a hope that he isn't going to break your jaw while he's searching for more of the power he's gotten high on. 

Cameron needs this.

The way he grabs your skull and slams into you with reckless abandon in the middle of a kitchen with no care at all, it's almost thrilling for him, and before he allows himself to release his hot cum into your desperate throat he'll tear his cock out of your throat. You're quick to gag and choke from the sudden oxygen before being forced into your lungs, you gasp as your hands dart for your throat and pray that this won't kill you.

Your eyes are watery, a bit puffy from what Cameron can tell, but there's only a joyous grin as he's met by your heavy breathing and wet eyes. Trust me when I say, there's nothing he's ever admired more than that fucked out look on your face. 

“Got a good break?”

You couldn't even pick your head up to respond, 

Cam is quick to palm your scalp and pull you right back onto his dick, your lips right around the appendage once more as he began to 

“I felt bad, thinking you wouldn't be able to breathe while you took me?” You don't respond, you only allow your skull to be thoroughly fucked as the heat between your legs becomes a slick mess that you'll most likely have to change out of before you talk to any of the other dateables.

“...the thought of you dying ‘cause you're choking on my dick?” You flutter your lashes unintentionally, you look uncaring in Cameron's eyes for a moment as if what he was saying was being dismissed when in reality you were just unable to hear anything besides the sound of wet skin slapping against skin, the sound of the tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat and the sound of your whimpers and gagging. 

Cameron stops, and you watch as his face twists into anger, he's peeved you'd even try to act above him when you had his cock in your throat. “That turns you on?” You tilt your head, wondering how in the world he wants you to answer this question when he's shoving his dick down your esophagus with the proficiency of a racehorse.  

“Go on and rub yourself.” You feel your head lazily fall into Cameron's grasp, the willingness only made him tighten his grip on that scalp of yours. You put all your energy into slipping your hands into your undergarments and going for your genitals. You feel the heat on your cheeks is only second to Dante’s inferno. The man barks out a laugh at you, “Go on,” You slowly pull your hand out, “Oh fuck, you’re gonna get it on Florence!” Your eyes widen, and you're quick to try and get rid of it, but it doesn't even make it an inch before Cameron snatches up your wrist. 

You gasp, flinching at his touch, your eyes shoot up, and you straighten your posture as you feel all the saliva build up around the bottom of your lip and chin, you feel a drop leave your chin, and you're flooded with embarrassment as you think about the mess you're probably leaving. 

You can't even think of it anymore once you are presented with the sights and sensations that await you, as Cameron’s nails dig into your wrists you feel that fat plump pink tongue roll out of his lips and makes its way around your hands, collecting as much fluid as he can with just his tongue before he slowly begins to suck each and one of your fingers. 

“How many licks do you think it'll take for us to get to the center?”

You feel him on your pinky, you doubt there's something, but you can't even focus on that thought with the feeling of him going back to pumping into your throat; however, he's taking his time, just like he is with your finger…

“You're a little fuckin’ freak.” 

Cam spits at you whilst his lips glide up and down your ring finger, you dig your teeth into your lips, only to forget the tip that was right there. You watch as Cam’s face scrunches, and he winces, but this whimper of pain only sounds more filthy than anything. You watch as he's quick to abandon your ring finger for your middle. 

“Argh! Fuck!” 

Cameron's quick to bite you back, taking his time on the middle one since it's collected the most of your fluids, the two of you only return to your positions with a split-second glare between the two of you before divulging back into the pleasure that left the two of you melting in the kitchen. 

It doesn't take long before you feel him begin to quicken the pace once more, he's going, and going, and the feeling of his heavy balls practically whining at the touch of your skin almost made him empty them in seconds. Cameron's lucky you can't tell how ready he is to blow, your blissed-out expression only allows him to be more immersed before he allows this feeling to take him over once more.

The rush of his seed flooding your throat leaves you only half a second to respond to make sure you don't choke to death on your trash can’s cum. 

You watch once more as he slowly pulls out of you, there are thick ropes of cum coating your esophagus as he makes his way out and you try your best to keep your closed to contain all of it, you feel his tip slowly leave your mouth and your quick to pucker to make sure none of the fluids escape. 

Cameron’s head is rolled back, only low grunts and pants escape him, and as his jaw slackens from the feeling. He turns down to look at you with a softened expression. It felt like the Devil was looking down at you to grant you this one gentle bliss from what your jaw was just put through. 

Lowering himself just a bit and roughly tugging you up to kiss him, you feel his thick pink tongue around yours in an instant, ignoring the cum he just filled it with just to make sure you could feel the little muscle around yours. Your face flushes as you moan into the kiss, and your lashes close in seconds as you hiccup into the kiss, his tongue takes yours down in seconds and takes the time to explore the cavern his cock was once in. 

This kiss doesn't last long though, he just swirls it around yours, takes your tongue down in seconds, and wastes no time to turn away from you to face the setting sun that highlighted the smooth vanilla skin that Cam was blessed with. 

You smack your lips together quietly, there are hints of you in there, but it doesn't overwhelm his taste, but you feel as if it almost complements it all, just knowing it's both of you willing to mix yourselves. 

Your eyes flutter open, and you're met by the hard gaze bestowed on the brunette beauty before you. You feel his hands instead cup your face, you hope it's another kiss, and as you allow your eyes to close once more, your mouth is only met with something familiar in texture to a Kiwi. 

Your mouth is now around one of his balls, one of the ones he was able to put in while he tried to stifle his laughter at your hopeful expression. Unfortunately, he lets out a snicker at the sight. You don't know how much your ego can take! “Look at you, got me turning into fuckin’ chuckles.” That's when his eyes, mixed with lust and frustration, landed on yours: “You can take more.”

And you do. 

“Ugh, you got all your slobber on that fantastic red shit of yours, guess I'll have to take it off and get you changed?” You only nod meekly, you're unsure if you could imagine him fucking one of your orifices after the way he handled your mouth, but here you were, “Well since it's already dirty, we could cover it in more stuff and make it filthy .”

[umesakus]

𝘽𝙐𝙍𝙉𝙏.

𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗨 𝗠𝗜𝗬𝗔 𝗫 𝗚𝗡ⵑ𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥 — nsfw (18+ only), situationship/fwb, mentions of food/eating, fem!bodied reader, reader has skin that could potentially visibly sunburn, unprotected sex, slight dubcon elements, risk of getting caught. 1.6k words.

once again, this blond bitch has managed to fuck my whole life up. this is very self-indulgent and entirely inspired by @sodaneko’s osamu fic (which is narratively happening at the same time as this <3 everyone is at the beach getting laid. as they should)

"think yer gettin' burnt," he says with faux concern as he walks up behind you and hooks a finger beneath the collar of your t-shirt, the gesture exposing a couple extra inches of warm skin for him to appreciate.

"huh?" you perk up, "no way, shut the fuck up—" your words are quick with panicked irritation, your hand smacking his own to replace it and pull the fabric out even further. you turn your head to the side and glance down at your shoulder only to be met with the sight of perfectly healthy skin, previously protected by the excess of sunscreen you had used on it earlier.

atsumu huffs a chuckle and your face goes from worried to deadpan within an instant. you kick his shin with your bare foot. "fuck off."

he'll do whatever he can to get under your non-sunburnt skin—even resort to a childish trick as you stand in the kitchen of the beach house and prepare a late dinner for yourself (well, if you can call a simple sandwich with no side "dinner") and begin to wind down for the evening after a day of fun.

the sun has mostly made its departure and you've pulled a large shirt over your swimsuit in the meantime, intent on changing into something more comfortable after you've eaten and showered, but atsumu prefers the sight of your damp bikini still soaking through the cotton.

"make me a sandwich, babe," he drawls as he leans against the counter and crosses his arms, eyes trained on your every movement after he feigns nonchalance.

you're not amused. "excuse me? i'm not your maid or your babe." you shoot a menacing look up at him before continuing with your task. "make your own goddamn sandwich. then choke on it."

thick, dark brows knit together in response. "yer so fuckin' hateful."

annoyed, you pause and point your butter knife at the tip of his nose. "only because you're all up in my grill right now."

atsumu deflates with a groan. "god i wish samu was on the grill right now."

you sympathize with the frustration—his twin brother is an outstanding cook—but he can't be expected to cater to everyone for every meal, so you're content with doing this yourself for the time being. "samu needs a break from cooking duty. just make a sandwich and shut the fuck up."

atsumu goes quiet and eyes you with a glint of mischief in his gaze as he leans in to breathe against your ear. "make me."

you pause, face devoid of expression and amusement at his behavior. 

"…are you really doing this right now?"

you turn and your nose is practically brushing against his, the lack of personal space he's giving you even more obvious now.

"mhm," he hums without shame, pressing against you and running a large palm along the back of your thigh before bearing down with a squeeze. "you look good like this."

you quirk a brow. "like what?" you ask, eyes flitting down to his lips.

"like… in the kitchen and shit."

you blink. "i will fucking kill you."

"that's not what i mean," he sighs against your tingling skin, finger toying with the hem of your bikini bottoms right below your ass. he's not trying to insert misogyny into his words this time, though it's hard not to receive it that way given his previous comment. "just… don't make me have'ta try and explain myself right now." 

atsumu is too dazed with lust to articulate any further, and you're admittedly already aching between your own thighs from where his fingers run along the slick fabric that clings to your cunt. he teases like this for several moments before pulling the clothing to the side and slipping his digits through your wet folds, pulling a soft gasp into your lungs.

"did i say you could touch me?" you pretend to complain, your breath mingling with his as he looms over your shoulder.

"no," he replies, eyes glued to your mouth. "but yer soakin' my fingers."

atsumu closes the short gap between your lips for a wanton kiss that you quickly reciprocate, offering a small noise against his tongue when the pad of his finger swirls over your clit.

you smell of salt and sand and his mind races with memories of you enjoying yourself on the beach, radiant like the sun that's long since set for the night. it was easy enough to distract himself from your allure given the extra company of friends you were in earlier, but now that you two are alone (somewhat), he can no longer stave off his hunger for you—nevermind that any one of your housemates could walk in at any moment.

so that's why you say: "make it quick."

you turn your back to the counter and reach out to feel the hard length of atsumu's cock through his shorts, his large frame already trapping you in with its desperate need for closeness. tugging the hem down to free him, you're only able to stroke up and down a couple of times before he's spreading your thighs and lifting you up onto the countertop.

"fuck, i've been thinkin' about this all day," atsumu confesses as he pulls your bottoms to the side and slides the underside of his shaft through your folds, slicking himself up and briefly prolonging the anticipation. you aren't perfectly prepped to take him, but you're dripping well enough to make it easy for him to slide in with a groan nonetheless.

surprisingly, he takes care in seeing that he doesn't go overboard with his depth or pace, but that grows increasingly difficult the longer your arms cling to him for support, your legs fitting so snug around his waist that it feels he was made to be right there between them.

atsumu steals your breath with needy kisses and chases pleasure against your hips, the world spinning around him as you squeeze him so deliciously with your heat until it feels as though he's transcended.

(and maybe it's twin telepathy, or just a coincidence, but he swears he can sense that he's not the only one getting laid right now.)

atsumu's lips attach themselves to your neck while he pants against it, fingers marking your hips as they keep you steady in place beneath the shirt you're wearing. he wants nothing more than to rip it off take a nipple into his mouth, but time is of the essence and he knows better than to push his luck too far with you.

"want you to cum on my cock," he states between breaths and kisses, working his hips in a rhythm he knows caters to you best.

"atsumu—" you start to protest, but his thumb is rolling over your clit in an instant.

"please," he begs, pouring all his focus into pleasing you, all so that he can get what he so desperately craves.

the look on atsumu's face is earnest and difficult to deny, any trace of facade cast away for this brief moment, and suddenly an orgasm doesn't seem so distant out on the horizon. he angles himself to find that perfect spot and perfect speed—one that will inevitably have you fluttering around him in bliss the longer he keeps at it.

even when he cums he doesn't stop, rocking his hips all the while and fucking his cum into you until he's certain you're on the brink, fingers digging into his shoulders with a sting as you prepare to topple over. you have to bite down on the fabric of his shirt to keep from filling the room with your cry as the wave washes over you, and atsumu's thumb still diligently presses into your swollen bud until you've finished pulsing around him.

once you've both reached a certain point of overstimulation, your movements still, lungs catching breaths and skin shivering through separate chills despite the heat of each other's bodies so close. atsumu gulps and loosens his grip.

"sleep in my bed tonight," he requests, trying to resist the urge to trace more kisses up your throat now that he's fallen into some sort of trance.

you reply bluntly, "no. you get on my nerves."

offended, atsumu scoffs. it's tinted with the trace of a pout.

you're grateful for the orgasm, but you're not as willing to take a trip through la la land with him after a quickie in the kitchen. this leaves him feeling rather somber.

you promptly push him away and slide yourself off the coutertop, reaching for a napkin to swipe up the mess that runs down the inside of your thigh. atsumu admires every swift motion before you break the silence.

you won’t leave him entirely hanging.

"now, either make a sandwich or go set up mario kart so me and baby daisy can beat your ass when i get out of the shower." you stretch your back and finish the assembly of your own sandwich as though there had never been an interruption at all, tossing the dirty knife into the sink and heading off to gobble down your food before your shower.

he wonders if maybe you should get married. (you're not even dating.)

(but he does as you say anyway.)

before you get too far, however, you stop and turn to point at the skin on his neck. "oh, and you got a sunburn by the way."

atsumu reaches up and feels the warm, red, tender skin beneath his fingertips.

so that's why it hurt so badly when you held onto his shoulders.

[nshi-ao3]

Hello! Hope you are doing well. I was wondering, what do all the Scions think about Ren? Are there certain qualities about him that irk or inspire them? I love your writing so much and I am excited for more. Thank you!

Thank you so much!! <3 I really appreciate that!

Hehe! Well, let's start with Alphinaud and Tataru because of where we are in the fic currently!

Alphinaud initially didn't care much about Ren. He was even kind of vaguely irritated at him for being connected to Louisoix's disappearance, even though he knows it wasn't fair to hold that against him. Now? Now they're basically family haha! He loves him dearly, but is also extremely deeply concerned for his mental health now that he's been told by others what to look for. He's a great kid (after his traumatic humbling), but the opposite of Alisaie in that he can be a bit blind to other people's feelings. But he's definitely making the effort to do better now!

And Tataru is very charmed by Joker! Sees him as a quintessential hero in a lot of ways, given he's swooped in (sometimes literally) to save her on multiple occasions. Though recent events have forced her to remember his humanity behind the theatricality and heroics. She still finds him very dashing, though! Hates that she can't do more to help him. :(

Alisaie has a little crush~ Though she hasn't really acknowledged it yet. At first she was vaguely worried about him on the carriage because oh boy did he look clueless and lost. And then, like Alphinaud, she got all confused and irritated about his connection to Louisoix's disappearance. Much like how she found herself wondering why her grandfather gave his life to protect a land full of so much conflict and strife, full of people who didn't seem worth it, she wondered why this guy could possibly be so important that Louisoix would put himself in mortal peril— risk tearing himself from her life permanently— to help bring him to this world. But then she saw how fundamentally kind Ren was behind all the jokes and posturing— and how badly he was hurting behind even that— and oh boy did her blooming crush hit her hard by the end of the Coils haha! I really, really look forward to her coming back into the plot. ;)

Thancred feels really responsible for Ren since he recruited him and all. Much like how he took it upon himself to look out for Minfilia in an ambiguously older brotherly way after The Goobbue Incident, he's more or less done much the same for Ren. He has a habit of assigning himself personal responsibility for things and running with it. Hm. Sounds familiar. :P Soon we're actually going to see a point of tension / minor conflict between Thancred and Ren, actually! It'll get sorted, but yeah...

Y'shtola likewise has a general sense of vague responsibility towards Ren, but with much less baggage attached to it haha! She thinks his jokes and occasional flippant attitude can be annoying, but she knows that's just how he's coping and isn't actually that bothered by them. Plus it's secretly fun to give it right back to him. ;) She knows how to cut a man down to size, after all! But look: she has a no-nonsense reputation to maintain, gods dammit! Soon she's going to have a reason to be extra fond of him! If a bit... worried about something. Maybe really worried about something. Maybe a bit (very) frightened about something. Unless she was just imagining it...? Yeah, that was probably it.

'Yda' and Joker— clown to clown communication. Look at those goobers! She thought he was hilarious right away and likes him a lot. Likes joining forces with him to bother Papalymo. They get on great. Stormblood's gonna be fun! Ren wondering how he ended up with the same bizarre identity reveal with two different friends twice is going to be something, though!

Papaylmo: please no more clowns. (Yda and Ren are like his stupid kids who won't stop getting into trouble)

Minfilia... well, like i said in another post: She was basically looking at Ren and going ‘oh so this is how F'lhaminn felt when she took me in…’ haha

Estinien has been hit hard by brotherly feelings and kinda hates it at first!! It's partially a bit of projection from dearly missing Hamignant, like with Alphinaud, and also the fact that he and Ren are both intimately tied to different respective dragons from the First Brood. Dragon influence! Powerful stuff!

[npd-confessions]

i wish i knew how to manipulate people everyone makes it sound so fun… i wanna convince people they wanna do whatever i want from them too guys drop the strats

I can teach you for the low low price of 6.99 a month.

Joking, obviously, but uh. I don’t know, manipulation is a complex skill that takes work and a lot of practice.

Bad manipulation is easy to spot and pisses people off. Being bad at manipulation is how you lose friends and get people to hate you. But good manipulation is never noticed. Sometimes it even makes people like you more and trust you more.

Study a lot. Watch a lot of psychology videos, learn about cognitive dissonance, about stress responses and attachment theory. Then you just. Pay attention. Find your ins and use them. Yadda yadda.

This is probably really unethical. Should I be teaching this?

Probably not.

[newtscamandersbf]

saw this ss on twt and im sorry but im starting to think some of yall actually like when characters are predators cause first it was accusing afo of p3dophilia / sa (despite the fact grooming can be non-sexual) and now its this shit 😭😭

like this is actually crazy yall we are told MULTIPLE times that toga feels safe with the league because they are the only ones who accepted her for who she was 😭😭 its not like she was the only woman or kid in the league either like at some point there were magne and mustard. the league lets anyone in regardless of background this is soo ..

[mintypsii]

guys i love them i promise i just have the urge to put them through the grinder sometimes

umm on the bright side here's the alternate good ending version lol!!!!!

[essektheylyss]

I'd thought I remembered, in the Knights of Requital planning, someone mentioning the gala being moved, because it gave the Nein an extra day to prep, and Dolan did specify that it had been unexpectedly pushed back a day, but doesn't suggest he knows why. (It's not clear to me based on the conversation when this change happened—it's possible Dolan has simply heard this update recently, but it also might've been a last minute change.) I was wondering because the timing of the Zauberspire attack coinciding with the gala seemed odd.

It is very narratively convenient, of course, and certainly the Kryn spies could've been using it for the same reason that the Knights of Requital were—important figures of the city were distracted and otherwise occupied, and Thuron does give an indication that Ulog was feeding them information as well, so he certainly could've suggested that timing to both.

But two things about the attack struck me: first, that the Zauberspire does not seem to be very far from where the gala is held, which makes it less of a distraction and more of a liability for covert military operations; and second, the Assembly reacts instantly. Moreover, Trent is already there, though he normally resides in Rexxentrum. He doesn't exactly seem the type to show up for annual holiday festivities, given he doesn't stand to gain much if anything from hobnobbing with a bunch of regional socialites, and Ludinus later suggests he is not exactly being dispatched to events as a diplomatic entity. Of course he can be in another city quite quickly, but this all happens so quickly that I find it unlikely that there would've been time to inform someone in another city prior to apprehending the infiltrators, given the immediacy with which the mages respond.

The point being, I think they were warned.

[dennisboobs]

i'm seeing videos on tiktok about the crossover (which yeah my first mistake is being on tiktok) but it's making me feel crazy when people keep saying "dennis should not be allowed in a school" specifically implying that he's a threat to children any more than the rest of the gang who have a worse track record

Bad Dad but a dad nonetheless

[dragonroar64]

im finally back with another pvpciv headcanon. I live my brain is finally having more thoughts than just a single sentence. good luck there's more angst ahead

okay so! in the most recent episode, y'know how Evbo goes and gets the other diamond swords to pay for things? that seems perfectly normal, right? wrong. Evbo can respawn. he could've just passed his sword off to whoever had the least amount of durability left and then came back down to buy things himself. but he didn't. he asked others for help(side note:I love the silly little found family going on here it brings me joy. look at them!!!).

my personal theory for why he'd ask the other diamond swords to buy these things for him is because he doesn't want to have to respawn ever again, or more accurately: he doesn't want to die ever again. I imagine if you'd died dozens if not hundreds of times you'd never want to do so again. not even on your own terms, not even when you're going to come back to people who care about you, not even if you wouldn't have to do it again any time soon. Evbo probably doesn't want to experience dying again, probably doesn't want to wake up in his room on the wooden sword level holding a weapon made of the weakest material around, much more vulnerable than he is anyways. do you think being there bothers him? do you think traveling down through the layers makes old memories and old pains flair up?

do you think that the other diamond swords know about this and try to help Evbo avoid going through it again? do you think that's why they help him pay for things without suggesting a respawn? do you think they're reluctant to send him out to the other civilizations? do you think they feel like he's a sort of annoying little brother to them, but still a brother and therefore someone they care about?

anyways I just think this found family thing going on w/the diamond swords should be explored more. like what if they saw how much he devolved on every trip to the golden sword level and just assumed his deterioration was caused just by the golden level itself and only learned later about what exactly happened on the iron sword level? they probably weren't watching all of his video journal updates. he probably didn't make one after every death. what if they didn't find out until just a little while before Evbo made it to the diamond swords level. or what if they didn't find out until after he made it back after Tabi killed him. what if he'd managed to stay strong up until he realized his closest friend didn't actually care about him and after the fact he just spilled his guts out about it to the diamond swords. what if they help him buy stuff because they don't want him to ever have to go through a respawn again

tldr what if the diamond swords help Evbo buy things in the newest episode because they know respawning is a horrible experience for him

[constelationprize]

you know i have to ask for The Art of Failing Up. i have to. i'm sorry!!!

Do not be sorry!!!!! Here, have a piece of one of my favorite scenes so far :)

There’s few calls in his life Stuart was expecting less than Mary’s. The eleven years since she’s left for America have been peppered with few and far between wellness checks, mostly between her husband and their father, and the last time Stuart heard his sister’s voice was when she called to tell him she was pregnant.

He tried reaching out to her when their father died, hoping at least she’d be allowed to make it to the funeral, but Wesninski was the one that took his calls – according to him, Mary was out to one of the boy’s exy practices, and they couldn’t make it to the funeral without drawing suspicion from the American authorities. Apparently, they’d been hounding Wesninski for a while, so it was time to play up Mary’s estrangement from the Hatfords.

“Can’t have people thinking my wife is a criminal,” He’d said, any apology in the words undercut with his barely disguised amusement, “It would be terrible for business. But she’ll pray for him, I’m certain.”

Mary, Stuart knew from seventeen years of being kicked in the shin throughout every Sunday mass, was not the kind to pray for anyone. He wonders if Wesninski ever cared to learn that about her.

“We’re sorry for your loss, Stuart,” Wesninski was quite fond of the royal we, when he spoke for his family. Stuart wanted to reach through the phone and strangle him. “And congratulations on the promotion.”

“Go fuck yourself, wanker,” Stuart had told the dial tone that followed. It didn’t make him feel any better.