#but it does mean there are bits that don't get done or holes i leave bc i didn't know them in the moment

[talentforlying]

interesting to think about how constantine isn't commonly read as being the most morally upright of characters, and that's generally a fair assessment. but at the same time he can still be a surprisingly ethical character, particularly in terms of the values he holds synonymous with being a good community member.

a couple examples of (what i think are) his most consistently held values throughout the hellblazer series:

constantine feels very strongly about things like defending people's bodily autonomy and showing kindness & compassion towards society's more vulnerable demographics, especially kids & unhoused people.

he frequently & sincerely upholds the basic principles of xenia (showing hospitality towards foreigners, guests, and anyone whose fate is in your hands), and possesses a deep, innate sense of justice that he is unafraid to uphold when he feels it necessary to do so.

he personally values survival above honor but still has a healthy appreciation for people that are committed to a code,

he respects integrity more than he'd respect a good liar (even if he fucking hates you, at least you're being true to yourself; can't help it if yourself is just a prick),

and he is CONSTANTLY PLAGUED by a deeply personal sense of social responsibility to try and nip potential threats to the world, to his city, or to his friends in the bud if he thinks it might be within his capabilities to do so.

of course, it's key to note that constantine's code of ethics was also founded primarily in accordance with the principles of '70s-'80s counterculture + still largely abides by the social beliefs of the same-era punk community, and thus also includes more subjectively-judged tenets such as challenging the establishment, defying the government, protecting individual liberties, taking direct action in support of your community, putting people above possessions at every turn, and actively addressing social issues wherever / whenever you encounter them. so he's not always viewed by other characters (particularly upper-class bootlicking ones) as being particularly ethical. doesn't change the fact that constantine still adamantly maintains certain major ethical principles in accordance with the social systems he inhabits and was raised in.

[readingwriter92]

utilizing my weekend writing time to sit and try and actually work on plot shit for one of my wips and gruhhhghhhh

[heartz4levi]

Erm, ivan and reader nsfw pls?

dizzying, lovesick, you ache for me all night !

☆ thinking abt ivan nsfw headcannons . . .

☆ ivan (alnst) ,, gn reader . . switch!ivan ,, switch!reader ,, reader's genitals/insides are only mentioned as 'walls' while ivan's are mentioned as 'cock' ,, biting ,, sadomasochist ivan ,, brief mentions of degradation, manhandling (reader receiving), slapping & marking (ivan receiving) ,, i go in detail abt ivan (separately) giving reader head, using his hands on their unspecified genitals and how he fucks ,, whipped ivan at the end ?? ,, no dialogue.

FRRREEEAK. freak with a capital f. Freak.

everyone has seen that one fang of his, right? he bites. ivan bites, wether it be affectionate little chomps throughout the day or the harsh sinking of his teeth into your flesh, mostly done with the intent to tease you and not to conceal the sounds he makes in bed.

ivan is vocal. he prefers it if you would be just as, if not even more vocal — regardless, he will make sure that if you're the type to try and muffle the sounds you make, by the end of the night you won't be thinking about quieting down as your thoughts will be too clouded by him. him, and whatever he's doing to you, because ivan always switches things up.

experimental is what he is. if you strike up a conversation that includes asking him if he's interested in trying out something new, ivan will immediately say yes. don't even tell him what it is! just surprise him, he'll enjoy it, no matter what it is.

on the topic of enjoying anything and everything, ivan is a switch. his preference will fluctuate, but he also takes into consideration what you like most. you want him to top? no problem, but don't try to run away from him when he has his entire bare body pressed up against yours, practically trapping you while he sees just how deep his cock can reach.

oh, the next day you want him to bottom? no problem, he's already in position, presenting you his greedy hole with that ever—present kittenish smile gracing his features as he observes your reaction to the sight of such a pliant, inviting ivan. and when you pounce, he'll take all of you, everything you give him, even if it begins to be a little bit too much. because he likes it.

yes, he likes it when things get a little bit too overwhelming for him. or you. what does that mean? he's a sadomasochist, that's what it means — and he's a tease. best believe that if he's extra mean on one fated night, moving you around like a ragdoll and treating you roughly or addressing you like you're an individual with no dignity, he expects you to return that treatment to him the next morning. not only that, but he also wants you to return it tenfold. slap him, leave marks all over his body, degrade him like never before and he'll experience true bliss.

ivan is a jack of all trades. gives good head, is good with his hands and fucks you good. let's get into detail!

when it comes to giving head, ivan's default pace is slow, sensual and teasing. he'll maintain constant eye contact, watching as your features contort from the mix of emotions you're feeling, enjoying the sounds that he draws out of you. if you become frustrated by how he takes his time with you, tangling your fingers in his hair to use him as you please, ivan will not complain. he'll close his eyes and savor the taste of you on his tongue while you chase your own high with his help.

same goes for how he uses his hands. will tease you endlessly, acting like he has no idea where to prod to make you see stars — until he gives in to your desires, one hand toying with your nipples, twisting and flicking them while his other hand reaches spots with his fingers that yours could only dream to get to. ivan looks hypnotized while at it, eyes locked onto the mess inbetween your thighs, wanting to see more drip out of you.

here's where things change — when inside of you, ivan's default pace is not slow. by the time he manages to sheath his cock in your gummy walls, all of the want and need he harbors for you has consumed him. each and every thrust of his practically knocks all the air out of your lungs, quickly inducing you into a dizzied, cockdrunk state.

if you want him to go slow though, he will! ivan will allow his hands to roam freely across the expanse of your body while buried to the hilt inside you, his thrusts so slow that they could lull you into comfortable slumber if it wasn't for how deep those same thrusts are, keeping you awake and sending tingles of pleasure throughout all of you.

while ivan, like everyone else, is a little bit selfish, he is very versatile and will do whatever it is that you want to do. because he's an absolute, utter sucker for you and your love.

[yoiisa]

Hi! I hope you're doing well :D could I request for general relationship hcs for uryu & seiryu? They're so underrated I barely find any fics for them (⁠ ⁠；⁠∀⁠；⁠) please don't feel inclined to do this request tho! Thank you for taking the time to read this and have a great day!! (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

oml my kings, ofc!!

➜ liking uryu sakaki was like liking a statue at times ➜ he's so quiet and stone cold sometimes, it was hard to tell if he even knew you existed ➜ when you asked him out you braced for the worst, but he was all for it. suprisingly, he also had a crush on you! ➜ dating him is a lot more enjoyable than people would believe i think ➜ he's very attentive and caring. he's the kinda boyfriend who will buy you something even if you only looked at it once. his silence just means that he's paying attention to you ➜ also, you definitely will gain weight if you date him. i'm not saying that in a good or bad way, but it's just a fact. this man hoards down food like there's no tomorrow, so whenever you go out to eat, expect to come home with your waistbands being ready to burst ➜ he wouldn't have it any other way though. it's just more that he can love!

Uryu and Seiryu were waiting for about five minutes at the gates to the festival before you finally arrived. You were dressed to the nines in the cutest outfit imaginable, with your hair all done up and your makeup flawless. Uryu swore his heart was two seconds away from just bursting on the spot and leaving him dead on the spot. In that moment he knew that he would be the first man to die of having a cute girlfriend. "Do I look nice?" you ask him as you come up to his side. He gives you a short nod and Seiryu has to hide his laugh beside his brother. "All ready then?" he asks. As you two nod, he grins and says, "Alright then, let's go!" At one point, you and your boyfriend break off from Seiryu. Uryu and you wander about the festival by yourselves, admiring the glowing lights and the numerous stalls set up. Uryu pulls out his wallet at practically every chance he gets. There's fried noodles, taiyaki, sushi that doesn't honestly taste that good but whatever, it's food nonetheless! "Uryu, aren't you stuffed?" you ask in a shocked voice as Uryu tells you to order boba for himself and you. He just shakes his head and you stare at him. "Are you sure you're not a black hole?" By the time the fireworks start, you feel ready to never even look at a plate again. You sit down next to Uryu on the grass, Seiryu on the other side of his brother. The three of you reunited once Seriyu messages his twin and told him that he set up a blanket for you guys to watch the fireworks go off on. The colors paint the night sky a million different hues, but the sounds were a bit much. It might've been a new brand that the festival planners were using, because you swore they never used to make this much noise. In any case, all it meant was that you were flinching a bit more at each boom. Uryu notices, because of course he does. He squeezes your hand tighter and pulls on it, urging you to scoot closer. He tucks you into his side, his free arm slinging itself around your shoulders. He kisses your temple and sighs. "Thank you," you whisper as the final few bursts go off. He just nods, staring down at you and admiring how pretty you look in the thousand hues that the fireworks go off in. Red, gold, blue, purple, silver . . . you look perfect in each one.

➜ seiryu sakaki is significantly more easier to get with than his brother because of how expressive he is ➜ when seiryu likes you, there's no questioning in your mind. you automatically know, but here's the thing: everyone else does to ➜ the first time you come to furin, tsubaki makes you feel like an a-list celebrity walking a movie premiere. literally the only thing you're missing is a red carpet ➜ anyone and everyone who knows seiryu knows you too, so you've already gained a bit of a posse around furin, not that you're complaining though ➜ once seiryu and you become a fully fledged couple, he's is an absolute prince ➜ this man is always spending money on you, no matter what the occasion is. we're talking makeup, presents, clothes, literally whatever you want. say the word and somehow he's gotten it for you ➜ you're worried that he's spoiling you, but he always brushes your concerns off with a wave of his hand ➜ after all, what's the point of loving someone if you're not gonna do it with your whole chest?

"Umm, not that I'm not grateful and all for this," you say sheepishly, "but isn't this a bit much?" You were currently carrying a bag of designer . . . something and the biggest bouquet of flowers imaginable as Tsubaki paraded you down the halls of Furin. A few boys who hadn't gone on patrol that day were peeking at your through the classrooms and it was making you feel incredibly anxious. You knew these boys were here to protect Makochi, but still. "Oh, is it too heavy?" Tsubaki asks. "Here, lemme hold it." He takes the flowers from your hands, the roses fitting neatly in his arms as he took you Seiryu's classroom. "Aren't they lovely though?" Tsubaki asks, smelling them. "Sakaki was absolutely insistent that you get them, but at the last second, he had to dart off to use the bathroom, so I'm the one who had to give them to you." Tsubaki looks over at you and beams. "And I'm so happy I did! You're absolutely darling! How did you do your hair, it's so pretty?" "Umm-" "Oh, there he is!" Tsubaki says and calls out to a Seiryu who's sprinting down the halls. "Sakaki! Over here my love!" My love? Seiryu comes to a halt in front of you both, his hands on his knees. He pants a little before straightening himself up and grinning at you. "Hey, hope Tsubaki didn't scare you off. He can be a bit much sometimes- ah! Dude!" Seiryu rubs th back of his head, where Tsubaki just gave him a prompt punch. "Don't talk bad about me, I'm still in charge of you," Tsubaki rolls his eyes and looks over at you. "Besides, what bad manners to not come meet your girlfriend personally! I'm so sorry about my second in command [name]." "It's no trouble, really," you insist, before looking over at your boyfriend. "Are you all done with today's work?" He nods and links arms with you. "Yup, I'm all ready to go!" "Where's your brother?" "He's going home without me today," Seiryu explains, leading you back out the building from the path you came. He glances at you and asks, "Did you like the gift?" You look down at the bag and pull out a small box. You pause and open it up, revealing a bracelet. It's simple enough, but still beautiful nonetheless. "Aww, it's gorgeous!" you say, handing it to him so he can fit it on your wrist. "But, isn't this brand really expensive?" "Tsubaki had some connections," Seiryu explains as he fastens the clasp. "I managed to get it for a discounted price. Really, we should also be thanking him for it as well." You nod and marvel at the chain, before continuing to walk with Seiryu outside. You guys get to the restaurant before you realize you left Tsubaki with the bouquet. The next time you see him, he's with Umemiya who's sporting a flower crown of vibrant red roses. Tsubaki winks at you and you give him a thumbs up.

[bonbonly]

I think a LOT about sugar daddy Lewis Hamilton after a argument, and how his way of venting would be through aggressive sex. He’d really enjoy humiliating you with words and punishments like slaps in your pussy, and even more so by writing obscene things on your body (like belly, pussy, chest/tits, tights, etc), like: "free hole" "daddy's little" "cum here" "whore" "dirty cunt" "slut"

i love this man

anon let me kiss your brain oh my god !!!

bon's thoughts (18+)

ooohhhh when the argument is argumenting as i like to say! one day you're throwing a tantrum about how lewis isn't paying enough attention to you. and this goes beyond buying you gifts or something, no he makes little effort to listen to what you're saying, or he walks off in the middle of a conversation. he's a bit stressed out about his work, mind always elsewhere and he doesn't necessarily have time to take you to some fancy restaurant and dote on you like he always does. so you've reached your limit and you're yelling at him, telling him how you wish he was there for you. and his voice is getting louder and louder because he's so upset as to why you're not seeing his side of the argument which is the fact that he's busy with work, he doesn't mean to ignore you like that, you're his baby! you of all people should know that! he's mentioning how he's always supporting your education, looking up opportunities for you to study abroad and make connections but you don't buy any of it.

so you tell him the most infamous last words you could've thought of, "maybe i should find a better sugar daddy. because clearly you're old ass isn't getting me anywhere."

his eyes widen at your words, he's honestly in shock. and then he's giving you a death stare, "i'm going to be a very reasonable man right now, baby, so i'm giving you 5 seconds to apologize for what you just said."

and you're crossing your arms, shaking your head like a little girl on a high horse, "nuh uh, nope. i mean every word i said!"

so as he's fucking you, hard and rough, he's laughing at the way you're crying, overstimulated and tired. he hasn't let you in cum this entire time. he's always leaving you right on that edge that you so desperately want to fall over. it's probably the 5th time he's done it, and he's pulling his cock out of your cunt, watching you clench around nothing because you want to be filled up again, filled up and made to cum. but he's having none of it.

"you think any other man can fuck you like this, huh?" he's slapping your cunt, watching you squeal as you shake your head, "if i was so old, i wouldn't be making you scream every night, right?"

"i want words, answer me when i'm talking to you slut," he growls, but the words are always in the distance, out of your reach. he's biting the inside of your thigh, licking over the bruises he left you and shaking his head, "i'm never letting another man touch you, no... you're mine, you're my fucking..."

he pauses, leaning over you to grab your lipstick that you left on the nightstand last night and with his mouth, uncaps the object and spits it out onto the ground before rolling the bottom half to get a good chunk of your lipstick out.

"wait lew no, don't waste it, it's exp-" you begin, but you're met with a harsh slap on your cunt,

"what? i'm sorry, my old ass can't hear you baby," he mocks you, rolling his eyes in the process. you can briefly hear him mutter, "i paid for it, i can do whatever the fuck i want to do with it..."

and he's writing cum dump over your stomach, watching you squirm at how sensitive the cool lipstick is to your skin that just wants some relief after being denied to cum so many times. on your thighs, he's repeatedly writing mine and he goes up to your tits, biting your nipples while he writes whore over your breasts and then on your forehead he's writing slut. he leans back a bit to get a good look at his lovely masterpiece before chucking the lipstick onto the ground. he uses his fingers to part your folds, leaking all his cum that's gifted you graciously before getting off the bed. you're crying, begging him if you can cum at least once but he's giggling, putting his clothes back on,

"but baby you have all MY cum, that should be enough for you right?"

[legendofmorons]

Written in the stars (forever on loop) chapter six - Black hole sun

Pairing: pre poly!chain x reader, Wind & reader

Rating: T

Summary: Your group finds a town which gives you the chance to visit the local library, it also gives Four the chance for a peer review and Time the chance to spiral. Dark Link watches from the shadows and you experienced another strange dream. (Aka: Dink kicks down the door to drop some lore and be in love, Four gets a turn to break down, reader ignores evidence, and I need to pay for the chain's therapy.)

Warnings: cursing, grief, plotting, possessiveness (Dink and Dreader/ Onyx)

Other: If I missed anything please let me know

Current curse counter: two :)

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The group of you all find the next town the evening after your talk with Legend. It's a small thing by your standards but a large town by hylian standards. Watching most of the group get dragged away on side quests to help the residents within the first ten minutes isn't a surprise.

Time, Wind, and you are the only ones not dragged into work, and of course, Epona is with you.

You look around, able to read everything despite it being in hylian and not any language you remember learning. This goes promptly in the 'examine after your the boys leave' pile. This pile is always growing lately. It could probably build a fairly good giant sand castle at this point.

Wind stands on your other side, doing something to a small trinket of some sort in his hand.

"Are you going to be okay here?" Time asks you stiffly.

You nod, "I should be. Are you going to be okay on the road?"

Time gives you a strained smile, as if he's going through the motions. "We'll be fine. We've faced worse."

"That dosen’t mean it's easy, but I hope you're all able to go home soon," you say, trying your best to convey sympathy.

"Thank you. I hope you make it home soon too." Time says.

He dosen’t sound right. Something about the cadence of his words is wrong. Very wrong.

You can't name it, but it makes your brain scream.

It makes you want to wrap him up in a hug. It makes you want to ask him if he's hurt. You don't do either.

Wind has hisntounge poking out when you glance ovedthis time. At least he seems okay.

"I should probably try to do that, I don't want to be on buzzfeed unsolved." You say with a half shrug.

"I - have no idea what that is." Time frowns.

"It's a buzz feed series - It's like a video show about unsolved things." You try to explain, quickly realizing that you have to explain what a video is.

"Video?" Wind asks, finally piping up from where he's been fiddling with something in his hand.

"Like a moving picture with sound."

"That seems strange." Time says.

You have to bite back the laugh.

The man who can time travel, summon storms, summon a horse, and heal with a song thinks a moving picture sounds strange? The world of Zelda is bizzare.

Nope, we will examine that 'world of Zelda' bit later.

"There's a lot about my world that is probably strange to you," you offer.

"Perhaps," Time says.

"No, definitely. I think if you saw what light pollution has done to the night sky, you'd riot," You smile a little at the thought.

Time turns his gaze to you, heavy as ever. "What is light pollution?"

"Too much light blocks out the stars."

"How strange." Time says.

"That sounds made up," Wind scoffs.

You shrug, "That's how it's always been."

"Your world sounds wild," Wind laughs.

"You would love how to train your dragon, sailor," you grin, fairly confident in the idea.

"Dragons?" Wind frowns, looking somewhere between intrigued and disgusted.

Time also seems less than pleased. "Dragons are not easily trained."

"It's - like a video story."

"How odd. Tell me, does your world have a hero?" Time asks.

You aren't sure how to answer that. There's so many answers and viewpoints.

Time and Wind both watch you.

Time has an exhaustion you can't understand. There's a grief that you only ever see turned on you that's deeper than the grief he wears at all times.

Wind seems curious, with bright eyes and rapt attention.

"Sort of... There's no tri-force or anything like that back home. But heroes exist."

"No tri force?" Wind asks.

"Only in the stories." You say.

"Stories." Time muses.

"Is there a ganon?" Wind asks.

"Only in stories."

"Count yourself lucky." Time says.

Traveling with them, you definitely find yourself greatful that there's no Ganon nack home.

"I do." You say honestly. "Ganon is a real piece of work."

"He is." Time nods.

Wind laughs. "Sword through the head works wonders."

You snort, recalling that particular moment in the game - examine that later. "I'm sure."

"What's going on with you and Legend he went from being a major fucking asshole to stiff but friendly.... or friendly for him," Wind wonders to you.

"Languagyou. Time hisses.

"I'm a pirate!"

"We talked... He apologized. It's not perfect but he's obviously stopped being an asshole." You shrug.

"I'm glad. He was being rather rude," Time says.

You have to ignore the urge to roll your eyes. Time hasn't been too much better. He just hasn't been hostile.

The man has been a silent weight that's stiff and formal and distant.

"You've all been asses," Wind rolls his eyes.

You bite your cheek. At least Wind is on your side.

"Sailor." Time says with a world-weary sigh that might as well start in his toes.

"It's fine, Wind," you say quickly, not wanting to be the cause of any issues.

Wind rolls his eyes again. "You shouldn't let people treat you bad."

"Wind," you sigh, "It's okay. Time hasn't been bad to me."

"Whatever." The teen scoffs.

Time sighs, slow and heavy. "We'll talk later, Wind. (Y/n), I apologize if I have treated you poorly."

"It's okay. I think I'm going to go check out the library, I'll see you guys at dinner?" You ask.

"Of course." Time says.

You detach from the two heroes and make your way to the library, hoping to get some sort of answer about anything. Maybe they have something to explain the portals, or the dreams, or how you are in a video game world.

Alright, again, we aren't examining that until after the boys leave.

You smile at the librarian and go to the shelves to see what you can find.

There isn't anything too promising, but you find a book titled 'tales of heroes: a children's story collection'. There's that curiosity that wells up from where ever it is the dreams and half memories originate from.

You take out the book and go to sit at a table alone.

It's the introduction that makes your brain pause, something telling you that the words are important. That the words hold answers.

You just don't understand how yet...

' When you read the stories ahead, I caution you that they are centuries old and also aimed at children, but they stay true to the spirit. When you read these stories, you will see the soulmate of the hero never lives long, but how lucky is it to have a soulmate who reincarnates with you every time?

They say that the shadow version of the hero was created with a shadow version of the soulmate.

These stories are an ode to our heroes, princesses, and everyone else who has ever helped save our world. When you read them, may you find your own courage to pursue whatever you desire. '

Wow.

Okay.

First of all, the fact that the stories are passed down is good, your the heroes deserve that and more.

Secondly, the soulmate thing is new. You've played the games, read the lore, and seen playthroughs... but this is the first time you've ever heard of a recurring soulmate.

It dosen’t sound like the princesses are the soulmate either...

Since when does Link have a soulmate?

Maybe you can find more about this?

Is it rude to go looking?

Why does the soulmate never live long?

If it's common knowledge and in a children's book.... does it cross a line to learn more?

In theory, you won't see the boys again after they leave anyway... and you have always had a hard time ignoring your own curiosity....

You shut the book before standing to go see if you can find anything else about this supposed soulmate to the hero.

You're able to find quite a few things, especially after checking the 'triforce' section. You sit yourself down and start wading through everything you can.

' In the ever reincarnating cycle that is the triforce wielders, there is a soulmate to the hero that joins them every lifetime. Many believe that Ganon or whoever is following Demise targets the soulmate every time.

There is no proof of whether the soulmate truly dies early or simply steps out of the public light each time, and the further back in history, the more muddy the details get.

Many believe the soulmate is a late add-on to the already muddied stories of barely remembered heroes.

The most frequent account of the soulmate regards them as being named (Y/n), and they are often depicted as kind and loyal to the hero. '

Woah. Okay. Apparently, you have the same name as this soulmate. That's weird.

That... might explain the reaction the chain had to your name when you met, too.

If this is real, you think it's better that the media in your world never mentioned the soulmate... fans get a little strange sometimes.

You keep reading, there's so many questions you have now, but frustratingly few answers.

Any answers you do manage to find are either repeated everywhere or incredibly vauge. Sometimes both.

Apparently, most of this was passed down orally.

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After dinner, Time finds himself pacing in his room, mind entirely too loud. He is so - Time is tired of everything. All he wants is his lover. All he wants is his dearest.

Here he is, though, leading a group of heroes to hunt after an enemy he thought slain while juggling grief and duty.

Oh, it isn't your fault.

Time knows that.

But your presence is digging up a loss he thought he was over.

(How could he ever actually be over it? He spent a year of time loops trying to change their fate. He never ceased to fail...)

You are the best and worst ghost he's ever seen. You sound and act like his lost love, and yet you are not them.

If you were... You'd have thrown yourself into his arms when you saw him.

Though... his lover never did see him this old... did they? They didn't live much past twenty...

You aren't them, though. You would have recognized him by now.

You are the closest to them he will ever get now.

He groans lowly, pulling his hands down his face.

Hiding and pacing aren't going to handle his problems. He should really be checking on you and making sure you have enough gear to be okay on your own for a while.

He's a hero. He's a leader.

He already failed you when he let you get sent away with Epona.

You got ambushed all alone!

He was glad he found you and that you were still standing... but he still failed you.

Failure is not a luxury he can afford, it hasn't been since her was a boy the first time.

Time takes a deep breath and sets his shoulders. He has a responsibility to you as a hero to make sure you are going to be okay.

He leaves his room, going towards where he can hear Wind leading a sea shanty.

He hopes that you are near the sailor as you often are.

You prove him right, laughing next to Wind as he struts around on a table, leading the tavern in a sea shanty about drunken sailors.

Your laugh is the best and worst sound he's faced in a while.

He knows he should move, but he can't make himself.

Here, without you looking at him like a man you barely know, he can pretend that you're his lost lover.

Time lets himself pretend a moment that you're his Beloved.

He lets himself pretend they are here on this adventure with him, laughing as they cheer on the youngest of the group. Smiling as they clap along to a beat.

He lets himself pretend that they just haven't noticed him yet, and when they do, they'll run to him.

Time is a fool, a fact he knows all too well.

When you see him, your smile loses some of its brilliance. You offer a weak little wave to him.

Time waves back, heart cracking further still. He works his jaw to keep from letting his grief show. (He fails.)

He turns around and leaves because he can't look at you again without breaking. He will always be that scared little boy who had to rewind time over and over and over to finally save a town.

Time will always fall short, and others will always pay the price.

He supposes all he can do is try even harder next time.

Maybe his Beloved can forgive him for all his mistakes.

Maybe he can find a way to make up for everything.

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Dark sits in the shadows of the forest around the town, his darling lamb - Onyx - to his right. He holds their hand in his own, idily swiping his thumb across the back of their hand.

He allows himself to bask in the shadow and in the presence of his darling lamb. How he has missed them, the years without them have been nothing but torture.

Their place at his side being filled is a soothing balm to his festering soul.

He can't stop marveling at the ethereal beauty that is his darling lamb.

"Once your goody two shoes counter part is left behind, we can focus on tearing the heroes apart," Dark says with a sharp smile.

Onyx gives a hum, leaning their head against his shoulder. "Thank Demise, the heroes have been so obnoxious."

"I'm sure, being stuck in (Y/n)'s shadow until you were strong enough to move, you saw far more than I."

"I'm still mad about that," They say as they squeeze his hand.

It isn't quite mean, but it's tighter than usual. Perhaps a warning, perhaps only checking to be sure he is real.

"I know," he assures as he returns their squeeze.

The solid shadowy flesh in his grasp is cool to the touch and a perfect reassurance it's all real. He's had to many dreams of Onyx only to wake alone.

He both loves and hates those dreams.

"I meant what I said. If you ever send me away like that again, I will stay gone. Don't you ever fucking do that to me again," Onyx turns to give him a dirty look even as they lean against him.

The spite and dark promise in their voice is a beautiful steel blade that he will never tire of witnessing them wield.

How lucky he is to be given such warnings from his darling lamb. They never warn others, preferring the satisfaction of surprising others with their vengeful plans.

Dark smiles softer, the way he only does for them. "You won't get away from me again."

"Good. Being in that magicless realm was horrible."

"I know." Dark sighs, moving to press a kiss to their head. "I know, my darling lamb."

Onyx sighs heavily, "You're still a fucking asshole for sending me to that stupid realm."

"I won't do it again," He says.

He dosen’t apologize, he probably never will. He does know that he won't do it again, not when it weakened his sweetheart so much.

But he can't make himself be sorry for attempting to save them.

"Good." They say as they scoot a little closer.

"We need to get the heroes away from (Y/n), then I think we shall overwhelm the men with a few gleeocks," Dark muses, raising their hands up to press a kiss to the back of his darling lamb's hand.

Onyx laughs, delight drips from the sound. "Electric?"

"Of course."

"Good. They deserve it, they have no idea that their soulmate is right here and they're being fucking dicks."

"I don't doubt it."

"Thank Demise you saved them from those Lizafos."

Dark huffs, using his free hand to run through his hair. "Sending their soulmate away on a horse without the ability to fight atop a horse was reckless and incredibly poor planning."

Onyx laugh again, darker and meaner. Eyes crinkling with mirth they say, "They are the bumbling heroes."

He snorts, squeezing their hand in his once. "I wouldn't care if your life were not on the line too, darling lamb."

"You're a true saint, Dark," They roll their eyes, squeezing his hand back anyway.

"Only for you."

They hum once, low and pleased. "Good, I don't share."

"Neither do I."

They turn their silver eyes up to him, shadowy form flickering a little in the gentle breeze. They still haven't leveled out their magic levels, but they are better than when they arrived yesterday.

They offer him a sharp, borderline, vicious smile. As beautiful as it is deadly. "My strong man. Shall we arrange those gleeocks?"

Dark feels his chest swelling with pride and affection like flowers in the damnable season of spring. "Anything you want, my darling lamb, you shall have."

"And if I want your heart?" They ask sweetly, as if they don't already know.

"I shall serve it to you on a platter," He informs sincerely, giving them a soft look that is only ever for them.

They preen at that, moving to press a kiss to his cheek. "I think I prefer you alive over physically possessing what is already Mine."

"How generous."

Onyx scoffs, "Only for My beloved viper."

Dark hums, letting himself smile at them. He has never much enjoyed being owned. He is nothing but a pet to Demise some days... but he dosen’t mind belonging to them.

Why should he?

Onyx is His. They are his to cherish and protect through Any Means Necessary.

What is love if not reciprocation of all you are gifted? What is love, if not the willingness to do what you need to even when it hurts?

"Oh, my darling lamb, I shall not waste my time with you. Perhaps we will get a longer go around."

"I'm not so sure... That pirate already really likes (Y/n). The curse very well may already be tripped."

"That blasted curse! Of course, the heroes manage to trip it."

Onyx hums, sitting up and turning to fully face Dark. "We'll figure it out."

"Once we take down the heroes, Demise will break that damnable curse. Your life force will no longer be tied to the Hero's soulmate's. Never again will you face death," Dark declares with a grandeur he must have learned from Demise.

His lover just laughs a little, softer with him. They are always softer with him. "I look forward to eternity with you."

"And I with you."

Onyx leans in, pressing a kiss to his lips before pulling away with a vicious smile. "Let's finish this."

Dark returns their smile, wondering how he got so lucky to have such a spiteful sweetheart. "I think I like that plan."

"Good."

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Four finds himself alone finally in the night as he settles near the town garden. He lets the night air flit about as he finally lets out a deep, slow sigh that has his shoulders dropping.

His mind is still too loud. The colors all have their own thoughts, but being alone is far better than he expected.

He groans as he stands by the garden, looking up at the sky.

Splitting will help the headache, at least...

Maybe it will help the emotions, too.

He straightens up and holds his sword up to the sky.

With a flash of light, Four is split into his colors, and the headache of a week is gone.

"This is bullshit!" Blue hisses as he kicks the ground with a glare.

Green sighs heavily, "Blue, we can't control these things."

"I know this is hard, but we got (Y/n) to a town, and they'll be safe here," Red chimes.

Red offers a weak smile, as if trying to convince himself as well as the others.

Blue groans loudly, dropping his head back even as he stands. "So? The only good thing is we're leaving them behind."

Blue!" Green hisses.

Vio sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "No wonder I have to take control around them."

"Be nice," Green chides with a heavy tone.

Red sighs, "Guys, we've already gotten through the hard part!"

Blue rolls his eyes and shoots a glare to the optimist. "How do you want to go on knowing there's a perfect copy of them?"

"What choice do we have?" Vio challenges as he raises one brow.

He would like to know. Ehst other option is there but to suck it up and keep going?

"I don't know!" Blue scoffs, throwing his hands up.

"Guys, please," Green sighs.

"We have to figure something out. We can't keep going the way we have been," Vio crosses his arms.

Red bites his lip, raking his brain for some sort of helpful idea. Repression isn't working, obviously, but what else is there?

Perhaps there's crying?

There is also sleeping until things suck less, but that's not sustainable.

"Why don't we talk about it?" Green suggests.

"Yeah!" Red agrees immediately.

The relief that floods Red at not having to offer a solution is immediate, which makes his throat feel thick anyway.

"You want to talk about it?" Blue scoffs and rolls his eyes, "I'll fucking talk about it."

"Go for it," Vio motions to the ground with one hand while watching the other.

Blue gives a dirty glare. "Our soulmate is fucking dead and there's a perfect copy who isn't them. I miss our soulmate, Vio. I really fucking miss them and I am so fucking mad that they aren't actually here!"

Red frowns, hugging himself. "Blue, we all miss them."

"Yeah, I know. But it's like our soulmate is right there! But they fucking aren't! They're still gone and this is just another fuck you from the goddesses!" Blue snarls as he balls his fists up and starts to shake.

Green winces, realizing just how much they've actually been repressing.

If Blue is this worked up... it's no good.

That can only mean they are even worse off than they thought.

"You can't be mad at (Y/n)... They didn't do anything wrong," Red says with a sigh.

"I'm not mad at them! I'm mad that they're fucking with our heads because we're too fucking stupid to stop missing someone!" Blue crosses his arms again, nails digging into his arms

Green sets a hand on his brother's shoulder, trying to will something softer to the other. All he wants is to help Blue...

Vio sighs. "So we should get it all out there then? I am barely holding on because the resemblance to our angel is too much to bear."

"You're telling me," Blue huffs, letting his hands loosen against his arms.

Red sighs, "I can't help hoping that it's them somehow..."

"I miss them so much," Green breathes out.

Blue clenches his jaw for a moment. Then he sighs heavily. "I would do anything to see them one more time... What would they even say to us? They passed before - before we ever touched the four sword."

"Do not insult them by insinuating they would turn on us," Vio warns in a low hiss.

Green frowns, "I'm sure that's not what Blue means."

"We don't know what they would do!" Blue scoffs.

"I think... I think we're looking at this wrong," Red says as he looks at each of his brothers.

"Oh?" Vio prompts.

"Maybe... instead of being upset that (Y/n) isn't our soulmate like we want we should focus on the fact that someone so much like our angel is living a life away from all the danger that follows us," Red suggests.

"That's... not the worst idea we've had," Vio hums, allowing himself to sit with the idea.

Blue just glares at the ground, kicking a small group of pebbles away from himself. All he wants is his angel here. Apparently, that's too much to ask.

Green bites his lip before he sighs. "That's probably a better solution than what we've been doing."

"We can try it," Vio reasons.

"I think we should," Green offers a weak smile.

Red smiles back, "Okay."

"Blue?" Green prompts.

Blue sighs heavily, looking up to the stars. "I guess."

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You allow yourself to bask in the forge, soaking up the heat after the cold air outside thanks to winter. Watching your boyfriend at work is interesting as ever. His blacksmith work is something he enjoys.

Watching his muscles flex is always a treat, too. Your sweet boy works so hard.

"Are you sure you don't mind staying until I'm done? I don't mind if you want to go home." Link calls, turning to look at you during a break in his work.

You shake your head with a smile, "I'm sure, Link. I like to be around you."

"If you're sure."

"I am."

Link flashes you a smile over his shoulder, hair falling a little out of his headband. His blue eyes all but sparkle.

You let yourself settle into the chair you take up.

You listen to him work, muttering to himself as he hammers out the metal into whatever form he needs it to be.

It's hot in the forge, but you expect that.

Existing within the same space as Link is relaxing, soothing to your heart.

It's nice, being able to watch him working at his craft. He's good at it. Everything Hes ever given you from his work table has been amazing.

You absolutely adore the damascus steel dagger he gifted you for your last birthday.

Minutes and hours feel the same as you bask in the atmosphere.

It's not until your stomach growls that you give in to the fact you should really go make dinner.

You stand, stretching your arms above your head before you call out to Link. "I'm going to start dinner."

He turns to look at you over his shoulder, flashing a smile. "Thank you, angel."

"Of course."

You exit the forge and go into the house to start dinner.

It's been a good day.

You enter the kitchen humming -

You bolt up in bed, head spinning like a broken carousel.

What on earth was that?

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After one last breakfast made by Wild, you stand at the edge of town with the group of heroes you've been traveling with.

This is it.

The boys will leave and you will stay.

For reasons you doubt you could name at sword point you crave to follow them despite all danger and strange attitude. Despite the video game thing, your dreams, and all safety, you want more than anything to go with them.

You shove that into a far away box in your mind.

"I guess this is it," you say with a weak smile.

"You promise you'll send the letter for me?" Wind asks.

You nod, "Of course I will, sailor."

"And you'll write me?"

"If you want me to."

Wind hums, then snaps his fingers. "Hold on, I have something for you!"

"You don't have to do anything for me, I'm just grateful to have your friendship," you counter quickly.

Wind rolls his eyes.

The others stand behind him, all looking somewhere away from you except Legend, who just stares at you with a strange, almost seasick look.

At least you won't have to deal with all the tension.

Wind pulls something out of his bag with a triumphant grin. "Aha! Here, I wanted you to have this. It can be a good luck charm for you."

You smile a little, looking at the hand he holds out and finding a small seagull figurine carved out of a dark wood. It's small enough to fit in Wind's palm and your own as well.

"Really?" You ask.

Wind nods. "Of course! You obviously need it. You fell out of the sky."

You laugh, "I did. Thank you."

You take the small figurine and smile at the boy.

Wind grins up at you, "You better write me."

"I will. Don'tcause too much trouble."

"Good, and I don't cause trouble!" Wind grins before he hugs you tightly around your middle.

You smile as you hug the boy back.

When Wind steps out of your arms, Legend steps up to you, holding something behind his back. He gives you a straining smile.

"Hey, I have something for you too." The veteran says.

You smile a little at him, "You really don't have to do that."

"Consider it an apology for being an asshole?" He offers after a moment, voice half playful.

There's a choking sound from someone in the group behind him.

You snort a little. "You already apologized."

Legend rolls his eyes, "Then call it me, taking a step to do better by you."

The words are easy enough, but there's something weighty in his gaze and tone.

His eyes are like lavender, and for a second, you swear you can remember them lightning up just for you.

You hum once, considering. "Alright."

Legend pulls his hand out from behind his back and holds out a red health potion. "This is for you."

You gasp, well aware that the potion isn't cheap to obtain or to make. "Legend! Are you serious?!"

He gives a nod, "I am."

"You're sure that for me? Those aren't cheap."

He rolls his eyes this time, "Yes, I'm sure it's for you, trinket."

Your brain short circuits.

Trinket?

("It's for you, trinket," a man with lavender eyes smiles as he presses your favorite candy into your hand.)

You smile as best you can. "Thank you, Li-egend."

You catch yourself halfway through his name, but hopefully, no one notices or calls you on it.

Legend presses the potion into your hand, "Try not to die, okay?"

You laugh, "You try not to die too."

He frowns, looking you over.

Whatever he was thinking seems to pass, he gives you a lazy smirk. "Take care of yourself."

"I will." You say.

You put the potion and the little wooden seagull into your bag.

Legend steps back, falling into the group.

No one else comes forward, not even Sky.

Sky looks rough, red eyes and staring at the nearest tree...

Maybe it was a bad night for him?

"Well, I 'spose this is it... Take care of yourself." Twilight says.

You smile, "I will."

Epona walks up to you, nudging your shoulder.

You laugh, patting her neck, "You be good, sweetheart."

Epona knickers a little, nipping your shirt before she backs up, trying to pull you with her.

You stumble but catch yourself, "Epona hey, I'm staying here."

"Damn." Wind sighs.

"Language." Time calls.

Twilight grabs Epona's reigns, "I'm sorry she dosen’t usually act like this."

"It's okay, at least she isn't being mean," you assure as you gently pull your shirt from her.

You step back again, readjusting your top.

"Don't be a stranger." Time says to you, stepping forward to put a hand on your shoulder.

You look at him, trying one last time to make sense of the man. "Okay."

The man squeezes your shoulder, nodding once before he steps back.

"Remember you have a shield for a reason. Okay?" Warriors asks as he looks at you with a pinched expression.

Seriously, what is it about you that upsets them all so much? Is it their soulmate? Maybe it's your name.

That makes sense.

They just miss their soulmate. Too bad you can't help them.

You nod, "I definitely will."

"Keep your weapons sharp," Four chimes in helpfully.

"Stay safe," Hyrule says with a weak smile.

Wild steps to the front of your group, offering a fairly convincing smile. "Try to have some fun too."

"Good luck," Sky tells you absently.

You smile a little sad this time. "You too."

"Stay outta trouble if you can," Twilight says.

That's the last thing any of them seem to need. All of them turning and leaving, though Wind waves to you as he leaves, and Epona trails behind.

Legend shoots you a smirk as he leaves at least.

You wave them off and wait until you can barely see them before you turn to go back to town.

Everything is so strange...

You sit yourself on the edge of the town square fountain, trying to figure out what you do now.

Sighing, you look towards the library again. Maybe you could go read more?

There's a low meow that makes your attention jerk to the right - and holy fuck that's a panther!

What the fuck?!

The heroes leave and now the animals decide to attack?!

The panther stalks towards you, tail swishing slowly.

You can't remember if you're supposed to get big or small. Running seems bad though...

You won't out run a panther probably...

In a moment of desperation you take a deep breath and decide to try taking your way out if this one.

"Heeeeey, pretty kitty," you manage in a mostly steady croon.

The animal keeps stalking until it's a foot away from you.

It stares at you with an intensity that's frankly a little terrifying.

Spooky.

That's not really enough of a descriptor but it's what your brain has.

"Who's a good kitty?" You ask.

The panther sits down, yawning at you.

Wow that cat has giant, pointy teeth.

"You're a good kitty! Look at you, not attacking, such a good panther," You say in what is probably terror.

The large cat stretches it's front paws our until it's laying down, paws two whole inches from your boots.

Well... they aren't attacking. That's good! You like not being attacked by large ambush predators!

It's still fairly spooky to be so close to the animal... but if they aren't attacking maybe they'll let you try to touch them?

There's the animal loving part of you that starts to awaken now that you aren't positive you're going to be attacked.

You move so you are crouching, holding your hand out to the panther.

The animal sniffs your hand carefully, then immediately nudges your hand with it's nose as it shuffles closer.

Well fuck.

Okay.

Are you the animal whisperer now? First Epona, now this panther?

There are probably worse things to be.

You cautiously try to gently scratch their chin, almost preening when they lift their head to allow you better access.

Smiling, you wonder if you'll see them around more?

Maybe you can call them Spooky, the previous descriptor seems a nice.

Forget the library, you're going to soak up this previously impossible experience.

As you move to use both hands to dole out gentle scritches Spooky begins to purr.

A low rumble that makes you want to giggle.

Maybe it won't be so bad here.

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Surgery VII

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: You get in trouble

"Have to be quiet," You whisper as you clip Bagheera's harness on.

It was one of the first things your Mami taught you when you were little.

Bagheera mews at you as you pick her up, pushing her into your backpack. You zip it up but still leave a bit of it open so she can breathe in fresh air. That was another thing Mami taught you.

Animals must have little holes in so they can breathe but not big enough holes that they can escape.

"I've got it, cub," Ingrid says, reaching for your bag but you push her hand away.

"I'm a big girl," You tell her, pulling your backpack on all by yourself," Can carry it myself."

Ingrid laughs, fondly ruffling your mane. "Look at you," She says," So grown up."

"I know."

Your bag is a little heavier than usual but you're very determined. You think if you can prove that you can look after Bagheera by yourself than Ingrid will finally take you to the shelter so you can get your own cat.

"Whoa," Mami laughs as you get out of the car with your backpack," Look at you go, cub. So independent all of a sudden."

"I'm a big girl," You tell Mami just like you told Ingrid.

"Don't grow up too fast," Mami says," Or you'll have to move out soon."

You give her a deadpan stare. "Don't be silly, Mami."

You run off after that. You know Mami and Ingrid are going straight to the field so you duck around the corner and pull Bagheera out of your bag.

She mews at you a few times as you finally work out how to clip her leash to your little belt loops. That means she can't wander off without you.

You're very proud of yourself as you make your way into the locker room, chest puffed out.

"Oh, cub," Patri groans with a little laugh," What have you done?"

You frown. "Nothing!"

"Having the cat doesn't look like nothing," Patri says, very pointedly looking at Bagheera."

"We're having a day out!" You announce," So Ingrid knows I can have a ginger cat too!"

Patri full on laughs now. "You're very sneaky. How did you manage to pull this off?"

"I'm mature," You insist," And me and Bagheera are friends!"

"Come on," Patri says," Let's go to the pitch and see what your mums think of this."

"I want a ginger cat," You say as Patri escorts you to the pitch," And I want it to have a proper tail. Bagheera's got a stumpy tail. I want my cat to have a proper one."

"Cub!" Ingrid's voice yells across the pitch and you instantly know you're in trouble. Ingrid doesn't use that voice a lot with you, her grumpy in trouble voice but she's using it on you now. "Why is Bagheera here?!"

Mami looks angry too, arms crossed over her chest and Patri pushes you forward.

"Tell them what you told me."

You take a big breath. "Showing that I can have a cat too."

"Cub," Ingrid says sternly and you wilt.

You sniffle a little as your throat goes all tight like it does when you're about to cry. "I really want a cat, Mama," You say morosely, digging the tip of your shoe into the ground," Just trying to prove I can look after one."

Ingrid massages her temple in annoyance.

"Cub," Mami says sternly," What you've done is very, very naughty. Do you understand that?"

"Sorry, Mami."

"Very naughty," Mami insists," You could have gotten Bagheera very hurt."

"Sorry."

She takes your hand and leads you over to the corner of the pitch, turning you around so you can't see the rest of the team.

"You're four years old now so that means four minutes in time out. Sit here and think about what you've done."

"I'm sorry, Mami!"

"I know but you're still going in timeout."

Mami doesn't take Bagheera from you and she curls up on your lap as you sit there.

You know you sit there for four minutes but it feels like a lot longer until Mami and Ingrid come over.

They sit in front of you.

"You were very, very naughty," Ingrid says to you," Not telling us you took Bagheera could have gotten her very hurt. Do you understand that?"

You nod.

"That wasn't very responsible," She continues," And it doesn't make me think you deserve a cat of your own."

You burst into tears. "I'm sorry, Mama! I was gonna look after her promise!"

You turn your bag upside down and shake it.

Treats for Bagheera fall out as well as a bottle of water and the collapsible bowl you use for Bagheera's beach trips. You've got a blanket too and toys for if she gets bored.

"Oh, cub," Mami says as she looks at everything.

"Left my bag a little bit open so she could breathe," You insist," And made sure it didn't fall in the car!"

Ingrid still looks mad though. "Cub," She says," Bagheera is a very special part of the family. She might have been scared all alone in your bag, did you think of that?"

You shake your head. "I'm sorry." All you can do is keep apologising.

"I can see that but it was still very naughty of you. Do you understand why?"

You nod.

"Why?"

"'Cause Bagheera could have gotten hurt and I should have told you and Mami."

"Well done for saying sorry," Ingrid says eventually," And well done for knowing what you did was wrong. You did a good job in making sure to pack everything Bagheera will need today."

"We can't do much now that Bagheera is here," Mami continues," So you'll have to take care of her today."

You nod. "I will, Mami."

"And when we get home, we'll discuss your own cat," Ingrid says.

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May I request downbad!connor Murphy x popular!reader please please please!!!!

downbad!connor murphy x popular!reader

ashtrays and pretty girls

note: this is my first request, thank you so much!! :D warnings: mention of drugs (weed), implied sex

you and connor meet when you're trying to buy weed off of him.

he's used to popular girls like you trying to get his shit, looking at him all rude, snapping their fingers at him, but you're different.

you're actually nice to him

you're actually nice to him. not sugary and sweet, fake-nice to get a cheaper price, but asking him about his day, asking about the bands he stuck on the wall nice.

you giggled when he said "that'll be thirty, princess," you reply "no one's ever called me that before."

he laughed back as he took your money, eyeing you up and down, "well, you certainly look like one."

he notices how pretty look, with your glossy lips in a smile and how your manicured nails push you hair behind your ear

he notices how you're not a fucking bitch like most of your friends, you don't laugh at the jokes the other girls make, you don't throw yourself at jocks. you roll your eyes when they put their arm around you, like a little glittery bird trapped in a cage.

and you come back a week later, not for weed, for him

you sit on his gross mattress, a glowing contrast to his black and smokey room, a barbie doll to his stoner vibe

you talk about silly things that don't even matter as he smokes a cigarette, you ask him why he doesn't talk to people, he tells you to shut up, you don't and catch him staring at your mouth

he asks, "why are you being so nice to me?"

you respond with "why aren't you being mean to me?" because this is connor murphy, the guy who threw a printer at Mrs. G in the second grade connor murphy

he shrugs and both of you stay quiet, staring at the hole in the wall where he punched it a few months ago

he looks at you again, whispers "you're really pretty"

you laugh and answer, "i know"

and fuck, he's just really cute with that mess of hair on his head and you pull him by the collar and kiss him

he pulls away, a confused and dazed expression on his face like what the fuck just happened, but you're already straddling his lap

"i'm not drunk or high if that's what you're wondering"

"we shouldn't-" "why not?"

he seems to think about it for a moment before he kisses you again, it's messy, teeth and tongue, hands in each other's hair- he tastes like weed and cheap energy drinks that you see piled on his nightstand. you let him fuck up your lip gloss

he keeps mumbling- "fuck, fuck, fuck, is this real, jesus christ-"

you have to squeeze his shoulders and assure him that- yes, this is fucking real.

"have you ever done this before?" you ask when you kiss up his neck, he shakes his head, a bit embarrassed, cheeks red but you don't mind- "cute," you even say. connor kind of wants to die but when you suck another hickey onto his collarbone, he shuts up

you leave with your shirt inside out, and connor is wearing the biggest smile he's ever had in years.

the next day at school, the pale skin of his neck is littered with red marks and bruises, your has a singular bite mark that you didn't even cover up.

you wink at him, he thinks he's going to melt into a puddle, he would genuinely do anything for you- if he can do anything.

he nearly throws up when you pass him a note in class, he even went to class- he never does that! he always skips.

he opens it and it's in pink sparkly gel, cursive, hearts on the i's- 'do you wanna hang out with me later?'

he scribbles back a 'yes' and internally cheers, fireworks in his stomach.

after school, you end up smoking at the skate park no one goes to anymore and make out a bit

you ask him if he wants to be your boyfriend, he nods and you giggle, playing with his hair.

all of a sudden, he's consumed in this pink world- following you around at the mall while he scrunches up his nose at the perfumes.

they only smell good when they're on you.

he shrugs when you ask him if he likes this shade of nail polish better or the other one, he tells you that they look the same.

you huff and say something about how one of them is coral pink and the other one is strawberry pink. you choose a black polish for him and end up painting his nails later in his room.

mid-make out sesh, you ask him if he's going to come to the pep-rally to come see you cheer

he tells you that he's really not a guy that goes to pep rallies, but all it takes is a pout and kiss on place beneath his ear to get him to change his mind.

so he sits on the bleachers, in his hoodie, hands stuffed in his pockets as he watches you do flips and shit. he's honestly impressed, he claps and laughs as you run his way.

you're ignoring all the glares from your 'friends' and their boyfriends, he's ignoring all the 'school shooter chic vibes, man' comments.

a jock rolls his eyes as he passes saying something about how you should date someone at your own level

you literally see red and tell him off, yelling at him, calling him names and connor has never seen anything hotter in his life.

the jock backs off, flushed with embarrassment, and you kiss connor in front of everyone. connor kind of feels like he's in a dream

you go for milkshakes at the diner afterwards, as you ramble on about some shit, he just stares at you wondering how the fuck did connor murphy go from loner freak to supportive cheer boyfriend that's spends his time at the mall choosing between different shades of lip gloss that all seem the same to him.

but he's happy that you're happy and this is seriously that happiest he's ever been in a while. since rehab, since any other bullshit

and he knows for a fact, he'd do anything for you.

god, he's so downbad for you.

-

divider: @hyuneskkami

[witherby]

Omg hi!!! I love your mer!reader series and I was wondering if you take request? If so could you do batfamily headcanons in squid game? (You don't have to of course.) I just finished season 2 and im really excited for season 3.

Love you and keep writing❤️

Hi there! I can sure try!!! I only ever saw season 1 and that was like two years ago but I'll do my best!

( This is operating off the assumption that they are not all in the game together, otherwise they'd all make it out very easily. )

BRUCE WAYNE:

He's killing it. Not literally — moral code and all — but he's crushing this competition. Bruce Wayne's picture is in the dictionary when you look up "Strategist." He got into the games voluntarily and he will get back out alive, no question. He's doing what he can to help other players survive, but he didn't go in as Batman so he doesn't have any of the gear to help as effectively as he could've. He's gotta play it creatively and in a way that doesn't get him or anybody else disqualified for cheating. It doesn't take long for him to find any loop holes in game rules that allow for multiple people to get out of it alive.

Bruce entered the games, not for money, but to find out who is behind them and bring them to justice, so that no other financially disparaged people have to consider putting their lives on the line in order to clear their debts and start fresh.

DICK GRAYSON:

I feel like he didn't end up here on purpose. I really think he either signed up for something and thought it was a silly lil competition, or that the organizers of the game kidnapped the wrong guy and Dick just went with it because he had nothing better to do. Either way, he's here, he's intrigued, and he's gonna save everybody he can while keeping your spirits up.

The jokes never stop. He never stops. Motormouth is what the other contestants end up calling him. Dick makes one of the masked guards snicker once before they get whisked away, and that does make him feel quite a bit bad. Dick's not immediately looking to destroy the system from the inside out (he'll come back and do that after the games are over). Instead, I think his goal would be to convince all the surviving players that they should vote to end the games and go back home. He'd try to be their voice of reason, to convince them that there are better ways to pick themselves up and rebuild their lives than risking death just to get some fast cash. And I think it works.

TIM DRAKE:

Tim is the opposite of Dick. He was not invited to play but he did deliberately steal another contestant's spot to get put into the game. Like Bruce, he's already out-logic'd most of the competitions to create the most amount of survivors, but he also came prepared. The deadliest competitions are suddenly sabotaged not to be as deadly, or not to work at all. Hidden weapons being offered to other players to start a riot and dwindle the numbers have all suddenly been replaced with soft foam bats and nerf guns.

He already knows who's behind the whole thing, he just needed an in so he could tear it all down quickly and cleanly. When Tim is done, he'll be missing for 48 hours at the absolute max, and leaving that place with justice done and a huge, smug smirk on his face. What, like it was hard?

DAMIAN WAYNE:

Damian is tough. I think he caught wind of the whole operation and went undercover as one of those masked game monitors/referees so he could also dismantle it from within, but with less computer hacking and sabotage, and more slashing. I think this method works best as early Damian, who has barely been introduced to his dad for like a week, before he just drops off the face of the planet for a couple days and comes back blood-soaked.

"Hello, father. That suspicious money scheme you had your eyes on? I solved the problem. What do you mean, what am I covered in? Would you believe me if I told you it was ketchup? By the way, your No Killing rule is stupid."

JASON TODD:

Post-resurrection, he's not doing anything with any subtlety. At least Damian took the time to work his way in with a disguise. Red Hood is finding out where the whole shindig is taking place, gathering a crew, kicking doors down, and setting it ablaze. He doesn't have time for games, and the longer he waits to act the more innocent people are dying. He shoots the giant money ball down and lets the players collect it freely, tells them how to leave, and peaces out without looking back. In and out, job done, on to the next one.

[zaine-m]

I like to think that Jayce and Viktor get a happy ending in the other universe too

Jayce feels awful that hextech took a life. Especially seeing powder (who is around the same age he was when him and his mom were saved by hextech) holding her dead sister's body

He says similar things as in the start of the trial but now fully meaning them and never mentions trying to create magic

Vander comes to Jayce's trial and stands up for him, saying he's just a stupid kid with a dream to help people who didn't know what he was doing

"Vi's with her mom now, let Jayce go home to his"

He does still sneak into his lab to attempt suicide but this time Viktor's "am I interrupting?" doesn't do anything, Jayce just turns back around and jumped, not being able to handle the guilt of accidentally taking a life while also realizing his life's work only caused harm

He survives the attempt and wakes up in a hospital bed, paralyzed from the waist down with his mother crying next to him

Viktor comes in a bit later while his mom is out making some food for him

His tone is completely too cold for the situation. Jayce is in complete despair and Viktor refuses to match the mood

He says most of the same stuff about how hextech can change people's lives but Jayce responds "yeah, well so far all it's done is a take the life of an innocent child"

"ehh, she was from the undercity. I grew up there, many children did not live to see adulthood"

"How does that make anything better?"

"Because this has the potential to change that. One explosion? There are toxic fumes and polluted waters slowly killing hundreds of children each year"

"Even if I wanted to I'm banned from the academy and ..." *waves at legs*

"pshh, you think trenchers are supposed to be at the academy and everything I did in my life I did while being disabled"

"Listen, I can't help you"

Viktor leaves Jayce's bracelet by his bed and heads towards the door. Jayce takes one look at it and throw it across the room in anger. "you probably shouldn't throw that", "GET OUT!"

A while later Vander comes to invite Jayce to Vi's memorial at the last drop

Jayce feels so guilty when he first comes into the last drop, everyone is staring at him

He sees Ekko, the kind little kid who had sold him such reasonably prices wares just days before his experiments accidentally killed his friend

Powder just starting going at him when she first sees him, her weak child-who-has-never-punched-before fists do very little damage especially because she's going so fast she doesn't fully pull her hands back

Jayce just lets her at it, crying and apologizing between the blows

Vander comes to pull Powder off of him, "it wasn't his fault, he didn't know how dangerous the materials were" she just looks back and screams at him before going back to her bedroom

Vander takes Jayce on a walk through the undercity to talk,

"Everyone in there knew what I did?"

"huh, no?"

"they were looking at me like I was a monster"

"yeah, that's cause you're dressed like a piltie"

"ohh, ha... I'm so sorry about what happened to Vi"

"It's a shame, but she's with her parents now"

*Jayce looks down, only feeling worse finding out the girl he killed was an orphan*

"You want to know how her parents died?" *they arrive at the bridge* "I thought I could help the undercity, create a better world by fighting for sovereignty. I led us across this bridge and lost so many people in the process, the undercity is still recovering"

"I'm so sorry"

"I was like you, I was young and ambitious and I wanted to help people. But you know what I learned. You don't need to make giant leaps to help the people around you"

On the way back Vander points out all the ways he's helped different people in the undercity, helping them make a business plan, caring for their kids when they were sick, helping them find a community at the last drop

He also points out all the things that could be helped like roofs with holes in them and cliffs that should have railings

"You don't need hextech to help the world, Jayce"

Jayce spends his time between his family's forge doing hammer work and around the undercity working as a handyman, building what he can to help people

Eventually he tracks down Viktor, hoping to find ways to make a more systemic change for things like the dirty water and polluted air

Viktor works on studies surveying the living conditions of those in the undercity and seeing what affects it has on expected lifespan and the likelihood of developing different diseases to present to the council

That along with the more pro-Zaun push that's been happening since Vi's death he gets quite a bit of work done

While he's doing this Jayce does what he can to start implementing changes by making water filters and distributing masks to those in the slump levels

After a few years Jayce petitions to be let back into the academy to help Viktor with his work on a formal level and with outstanding testimonials from many people in the undercity he's let back in

When their work making the undercity safer is done they move onto studying how to treat the various illnesses people in the undercity have suffered from living there

first starting with Viktor's various physical health issues and finding that a lot of his issues come from it never being studied how to use mobility aids and how improper use can put a strain on other parts of your body so he switched to a forearm crutch to help his back

I'm gonna say in this universe Viktor just has severe asthma which they're able to find medicines to treat so he still has issues breathing in a lot of the undercity, he just wears a mask most of the time and keeps his medication with him

Viktor and Jayce end up dating but it happens to slowly that it's hard to realize, they just spend all their time together working on their research and then they get an apartment together because they were both looking for roommates

Jayce stopped looking for people to date after the accident because he was going through a big life change and never got back in the game and Viktor always rejected anyone, saying he was too busy with his studies

Jayce is just physically affectionate in a way where hugging Viktor a lot turns into Viktor sitting on his lap whenever his leg is sore turns into Jayce playing with Viktor's hair when he's bored turns into them cuddling on the couch turns into them cuddling in bed turns into kisses on the forehead when one of them is sick turns into kisses when they're not sick

They're at the last drop one day and Viktor gets up off Jayce's lap to use with washroom and Vander asks Jayce, "so you think you'll propose soon" Jayce almost spits out his food, "what, what do you mean?"

"I mean you've been dating for like what 5 years now. You gotta pop the question sooner or later"

"umm... yeah" wait fuck are we dating, have we been dating for 5 years, what

In bed that night: "Viktor, I... I think I might like you... like romantically. I guess I never thought about it but I was talking to Vander and... and you've been the most important person in my life for the past like 6 years"

"Jayce, I thought we were dating? How are you only realizing this now"

"ohh"

"I called you my partner"

"I thought you meant like research partner"

"we kissed a lot"

"I thought those were like just for comfort... between friends"

*Viktor kisses him passionately but not the most passionately they've kissed before*

"Does that seem like it would be between friends?"

"heh, now that you mention it I guess not"

[baked-potatoes-rule]

The tape, Ben, the woods, and the true horrors

When Shauna,Van and Taissa play the tape, they are reminded.

Obviously episode 6 gave us quite the bite to digest and I’m sure many of us still feel their stomachs churn. 

Other people have already done great breakdowns on Natalie,Misty and coach Ben and I doubt I can contribute anything more. We know this is a defining moment for both. Something that is going to mark them for the rest of their lives, along with everything else they did out there. I stand by the initial thought that I had the moment Ben asked Natalie to kill him. It was an act of mercy. They both loved their coach and they both wanted to alleviate his suffering. 

Voices of the past and how the Yellowjackets never left the wilderness.

If I have to pick one moment that will stay with me from episode 6,that would be the feast dance. The real horror and dread lies underneath the ground they walk on. The Yellowjackets feel at home. The wilderness has grown roots inside of them and there is no coming back from that.

And we see it. We see it during the feast when they eat. Lottie hears and watches all of her teammates closely. They are eating and they are content. 

Natalie and Mari are quietly talking while they eat. Natalie with a new found hole in her soul and Mari,surprisingly likeable this season.

We then see Van and Taissa. Eating and concluding that yes, Taissa was in fact right. They are both smiling. 

Shauna is smiling too (been a good while since this one happened). She is merrily munching on Ben’s flesh and she seems surprisingly content. Content because she finally got what she deserves. To be the one on top. To lead. To be seen. 

Misty is sitting on her own, eating and mourning in her own way. In a way she is content too. She will forever carry a piece of Ben with her. Just like Shauna will forever carry a piece of Jackie with her. (A piece?Jackie is still her other half,even in death)

And then we see Lottie,leaving her plate aside and saying “This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.” What does she mean? Now with Ben gone,there’s no bridge to go back home? And suddenly she starts hearing again. Maybe this was exactly what was supposed to happen.

And then they start dancing and singing. It is in them. “It’s inside all of us,” Lottie told Shauna during Doomcoming. 

And then...

Travis and Akilah have been awakened from the trance-induced dance. They look like they don't believe what their eyes are seeing. "Is this real?"

Lottie yells, "No!". It wasn't supposed to happen that way. Lottie doesn't really seem like she wants to go home and looks upset as their ritual has been interrupted. Someone has entered their bubble of reality; someone else is walking on their sacred ground.

Natalie and Mari are in shock. This is too much for Natalie in one day. With Ben's blood on her hands still fresh...can this really be happening?

Taissa looks like her soul just left her body. Because what is happening and who are these people?

Van looks hopeful. One can easily say she is the most eager to get out of the wilderness and go back home.

Misty is in pure shock. She is frozen and there is a feralness in her eyes.

And then there's Shauna, who looks like she just had the kid she despises show up at her sleepover party. "Who are these people? We're finally going to be saved! But what about me leading? Is that how long it lasts for me? Can I ever win? Can I ever have anything for myself?! Also fuck- Ben's head! Our party decoration! We have been discovered and we are totally fucked. These people have to die."

Okay fine...maybe I exaggerated a bit on the last part. We don't know that, but we wouldn't be surprised.

It feels as if someone walked into their home uninvited. Witnessing things no one else is meant to see.

The last thing they probably expected is someone finding them mid-cannibalizing their coach and doing their little dance in their forest dumplings costumes.

They aren't really ready to go home. At least some of them. Lottie...Misty...Shauna...Tai?...

I wonder if there's a part of them that misses it, in the adult timeline. Or at least part of their time in the wilderness.

Where Shauna could unleash the beast inside of her and pour all of her pent-up anger without having someone stop her...

Where Lottie didn't need her medication and was free to see and hear and connect....

Where Tai and Van could love each other and not be judged about it by the cruel society...

Where Misty was needed and she was finally a part of something instead of being ostrasized...

Where Natalie found purpose and she finally felt "useful"...If only her dad could see her...

Did they ever go back home?

Yes. But a part of them stayed there and they brought part of It back with them.

Nothing is more haunting than their bond with the wilderness.

[nylaboon]

hi there! can you please write akito with a reader that has a crush & its suuuuuuper obvious about it, so he can't help but tease reader and get them super flustered? thank you!

Rabbit Hole — Akito Shinonome

"Gonna be a smitten mitten till the day you die?"

— in which An gets you to confess to Akito.

akito shinonome x fem!reader

tags: fluff, characters might be a little ooc, probably shit lmao i wrote this at one in the morning, cut me some slack

note: i literally squealed when i read this request i love akito sm

You've been in school for nine years, yet you still struggle with paying attention in class. It wasn't just the teachers who had poor teaching tactics, which didn't help you activate your brain for the remainder of the day, but it was also the lack of sleep you got each night. You spent more time scrolling on social media than you did working on your homework. It was the poor attention span that troubled you. It was your fault, though. You knew you should've been responsible enough to better yourself in these situations. You were getting to that age, anyway. Soon, you would be independent and no longer under the wing of safety connected to your parents.

But until then, you would continue to feed off your friends.

It helped you get things done faster, so it couldn't have been that bad. You weren't entirely dependent on them, but only just a little. Both An and Mizuki were in the same class as you, so that gave you even more of a reason to slack off whenever they attended. They didn't really mind, either. It just gave you three another reason to hang out after school, therefore it was more of a blessing than a curse. Sitting in the corner booth of Weekend Garage, sipping on piping hot coffee, chowing down on sweet treats, and praying to whatever god up there that one of them had the answers to the homework. It was the highlight of your year.

This afternoon was the same as any other. You rested your chin against the table, tapping the end of your pen against your workbook and staring off into space while An yapped Mizuki's ear off about whatever the hell they were talking about. Another part of your guys' "study session" was that it always took at least thirty minutes for you all to actually get to work. It was a lengthy process, but you still somehow managed to get work done.

After yawning and raising your head from the table to lean back comfortably against the booth seat, An switched her attention from Mizuki to you. She smirked pridefully and played with a strand of her hair. "Y'know, y/n, me and Akito did some talking during practice yesterday, and—"

"What did you do?" You asked in horror, slowly sinking down the seat. An shook her head, a sign that your fear was unnecessary. "I didn't say anything, okay?" She took a large gulp of her coffee before continuing her explanation. "We just played a little game of 'what if'."

"By 'we played' do you mean you forced him to answer your questions while he tried to get work done?" Mizuki interjected, to which An rolled her eyes playfully. "Yes, but that's not the point. The point is..."

She paused, leaving you in suspense. Her mouth stayed open for a bit, before shutting—but there was still a smirk on her face. You raised an eyebrow. "The point is?"

She shrugged. "Actually, I'll let you find out on your own."

You couldn't help but get butterflies from that sentence alone. Whether they were good or bad was unknown, but it made you feel nervous, nonetheless. "C'mon An," you begged, "don't be evil..."

You turned to Mizuki, desperation written on your face. "Do you know anything?"

"No," she answered, "nothing for sure. But can I offer my two cents?" You nodded eagerly and waited for her to speak again. "He never snaps at you, but he sure does tease the hell out of you. Odd, don't you think?"

"Right?" An agreed. "He even snaps at Toya sometimes, and that's his best friend."

"What if I just get Ena to put you on?" Mizuki questioned, to which you immediately declined her offer. You chuckled humorlessly and played with the hem of your shirt. "Absolutely not! She would totally make fun of me until the end of time. Maybe even criticize my taste in guys, if she's feeling extra mean..."

Mizuki scoffed and mocked you. "As if she can't already tell you're crushing on him."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that you can't act normal around him for the life of you," the bluenette answered for her. "He doesn't even have to be in the room. We could just be talking about him and you'll start giggling like a little girl."

"No, I don't! I didn't even giggle today!"

"Yeah, because you were too busy trying to not have a panic attack over whether I told Akito about your feelings for him or not," she countered, to which Mizuki agreed.

"Yeah, it's, like, painfully obvious how bad you have it for him. I wouldn't be surprised if he already knew. Maybe that's why he teases you so much."

If that was the case, you wouldn't know what to do. If he already knew, then why wouldn't he just tell you instead of making you wait so long for a fifty-fifty answer? The thought made you want to throw up. Not that it was bad, but it was nerve-wracking. It would be nice if he did know, but what if he didn't feel the same? What then? You placed your hand on your stomach and pouted subconsciously. "All this stress is making my stomach hurt."

"And all this pussying out is making my head hurt," Mizuki joked. Meanwhile, An was scrolling on her phone, barely paying attention to the conversation now. "C'mon, y/n! I'm sure if you tell him, he'll be nice about it."

"No, he won't," you whined. "Guys are never nice about this stuff. The last time I confessed to a guy, he told the entire class and they all made fun of me for a month."

"That was in primary school, y/n..."

"So what? It still happened!"

"Y'know what?" An spoke up as she tidied up her area, putting her books and pens back into her schoolbag. "What if we help you practice a confession?" You raised an eyebrow and asked what she meant. "Mizuki will cover your eyes, and I'll pretend to be Akito. Then, you work your magic and confess!"

"Why does Mizuki have to cover my eyes—?"

"Because it'll help you focus on envisioning his presence." It didn't take a genius to know that she completely pulled that claim out of her ass, but you chose to just let her get away with it. "C'mon, y/n! It's getting sad watching you drool over him without knowing if he feels the same or not."

You let out a defeated sigh and threw your head back. "Okay, okay. We can practice, or whatever."

Little did you know that agreeing to her idea would be the best and worst decision you've ever made.

As to why you were doing this outside was a mystery. Maybe it was to avoid getting weird looks from people inside the cafe, but it was equally as bad—and probably worse—to do outside the building. You stood in front of An, awkwardly rubbing at your arm to distract yourself from the pure embarrassment you felt every time someone walked past you three. Mizuki and An, however... You really needed their confidence, because they did not seem to give a shit about gaining people's attention.

"Alright," An said cheerfully, "close your eyes and just imagine that I'm Akito. Mizuki, you cover her eyes so she can't see for sure." Mizuki did as she was told, lightly cupping her hands over your eyes. With that, An cleared her throat and spoke up a second time. "Are you imagining him?"

"Uh," you muttered nervously, "sure, I guess." It took a while for her to speak up again, but you assumed that she had gotten distracted by her phone again. "Now say what you have to say. Don't think about it; just let it flow out."

"...An, this is stupid."

"Trust me! It'll help!"

You sighed and took your time to think. Let the words flow out, you thought. It couldn't be that hard. It was like you were talking to yourself. All you had to do was just forget about An and Mizuki, and you were good. You imagined a world where everything was perfect. A world where it was just you and Akito, for the time being. A world where no one could make fun of you for expressing yourself. A world where everything went your way. You clenched your hands into fists and swallowed hard, preparing to vocalize your thoughts and feelings.

"...since you're totally Akito," you began sarcastically, still finding the whole concept to be ridiculous, "I guess now's the time to finally tell you about how much I'm soooo in love with you, and how annoying it's been to have to deal with these feelings, knowing damn well that I was way too scared to actually tell you about them without my friends forcing me to. And I guess I have to talk about how irritating it is to have to deal with your teasing without knowing if it's platonic or not. And I guess I have to talk about how this is probably a huge waste of time because I know that I'll just pussy out when I actually want to try to confess to you."

You could hear Mizuki sigh behind you. "You're not taking it seriously, y/n!"

"What's the point? It's not like I'm gonna tell him anything anytime soon, so what's the—"

During your mini-rant, you pulled Mizuki's hands away from your eyes and opened them. Instead of An standing in front of you, she was beside Akito, who was now where she stood before. You felt your entire body freeze up at the sight of him. Not only that, but your heart fell all the way down to your ass. He was smirking at you, seemingly finding the situation to be amusing.

"—That's the point," Mizuki finished for you. Not that you were even listening. You were too busy trying to not start hyperventilating. "Why are you here?" You timidly questioned. He was supposed to be at work, so why the hell was he here now?

"I'm on my break and An told me to come here," he answered smugly, not once breaking eye contact other than to blink. "What was that about you being soooo in love with me?" Your jaw clenched and your head became light. Is this what dying felt like? Because, honestly, you were hoping that your next breath was your last.

"It was just a joke," you blurted out and internally cursed at how stupid that lie was. Akito sneered and let out an 'uh-huh'. You weren't getting out of this easily, so you might as well just give up. "Akito," you muttered, "don't do this to me."

"I already knew before this," he admitted nonchalantly. "I just wanted to see how long it would take for you to tell me."

"It would've taken longer if An didn't set me up..." Maybe your crush on him was obvious, as much as you didn't want to believe it. "Can you just, like, tell me what you think so I can rest easily tonight?" He nodded and laughed a bit with that same annoying grin on his face. "I think you're cute, or whatever."

An let out an excited squeal before you could even process what he said. "And I think that you should come clean about this beforehand so we could actually…y'know."

"I don't know," you replied, to which Mizuki quickly spoke up with a grin of her own. "He wants you!" Akito sent her a glare but didn't deny it.

"You're making this a lot less enjoyable for me," he advised the girls. "But I guess that's one way to put it." It felt like the entire world was crumbling beneath your feet but in a good way. You couldn't help but play with your fingers as a nervous tic, but despite your anxiety, you were smiling. Wide. Before you knew it, you walked up to him and pulled him into a tight hug. Akito was caught off guard, but only for a bit. He eventually wrapped his arms around you as well and applied a sweet kiss on the top of your head. It was like a dream.

"Thanks, An…" you mumbled against his chest. You totally owed her after this.

written by @nylaboon

[sinning-23]

Piercings (Sanji x Reader)

I’ve fallen down the one-piece rabbit hole and most likely have a new hyperfixation I don't care they’re all hot and I will write like my life depends on it. Anyway, ENJOY SOME SANJI 💃🏾✨

Pt.2 out now! (18+)

Warnings: flirting, heavy touching, mentions of needles, kissing omg so scary

You're leaning against the bathroom sink, trying your damdest to keep a steady hand while you try and slide the needle through the skin of your lip. This wasn’t your first rodeo, considering you have plenty of piercings from your past. Whether it was a manic episode, a silly little impulse decision, or one you'd been wanting for a while, you had them.

Being out on the ocean didn’t really leave you a chance to go and get them done by someone in a shop but you picked up tips and knew what to do for the most part. Besides, if you messed up, you'd just have a little story to tell about it later!

You focused, taking one swift, deep breath before letting the metal into your skin, moving calculated with the jewelry, eyes watching a bit from the shock. This one was a bit easier since you’d had them before and the holes had closed. Observing your face with a smile, satisfied with your work you exit the bathroom.

As far as you knew the only other person with a semi noticeable piercing was Zoro. And even though you two didn’t really bond over it, it was something you had in common. Nami had her ears pierced as well but that was cause you'd offered when she mentioned wanting them. Commotion from the kitchen slows you down and you can’t help but let curiosity get the best of you. It was most likely just Sanji making something for lunch.

“Good morning!” You announce, making your way to the countertop to take a seat.

As predicted, Sanji was focused on his craft, hands moving from different ingredients to one big pot and two smaller pans steaming away behind him. Nami waves and smiles in response as Luffy follows behind her, snatching up an orange before smiling your way.

"Good morning Y/n!" Luffy beams, the kitchen falling in silence once again when the pair leaves.

...does this mf not see you sitting here all pretty?

"Good morning to you too my beautiful, wonderfully glorious, super sexy, absolutely adored y/n" You state, albeit a bit teasing.

He looks up for a moment, not missing the way you had rolled your eyes at the fact that he hadn't bothered to return the acknowledgment to you.

"Good morning chérie." He smiles, always intrigued by your chipper yet, slightly flirtatious attitude.

When you first arrived, it was really just to be an extra set of hands and someone with a rather extensive knowledge of islands. Not to mention pretty damn good with the locals considering you were a people person much like your captain. Anyway, Sanji tried his hand at the compliments and pet names, but you always returned them with quick wit.

In all honesty, it shocked him, and soon you were engaged in a mutual flirtatious game of cat and mouse. Pet names became hushed compliments and whispers in one anothers ear. Brief touches became prolonged and damn could you two hold eye contact. At this point, it was basically an eye-fucking starting contest.

You grin at him, tucking your lower lip between your teeth.

Sanji paused for a moment to examine your face, four shiny dots along your lower lip, two on either side. He swallows hard, trying to shake himself out of his thoughts. What a pretty mouth.

"New piercings?" He questions, turning away from you and back to the stove.

You give a quick, "mhm!" and hop off to hover beside him.

"Shark bites, I mean, we are on the open ocean so why not!" You explain, leaning against the stove for a moment before jumping back with a hiss. Leave it to you to get injured while trying to mess around and chat in a busy kitchen!

It's instantaneous when Saji turns to see if you're injured, his own coming to yours to observe the burn. It wouldn't be the first item he's asked you to not mess around in here while he's working but you were so damn hardheaded, he knew this. But you just couldn't help it!

Unbeknownst to him, being around him and seeing him was the highlight of your day. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't developed feelings for the flirt. But considering he wasn't just flirty with just you, but Nami too, you'd made plenty of excuses and reasons to back off, even toning down your flirting a bit, thinking that you were getting in the way of who he really wanted.

It always killed you on the inside little bit, thinking of how one day maybe Nami would fall victim to his charm like you had. She'd be the one to whisper things to him, the one to press kisses to his face in adoration maybe. It was an odd way to punish yourself and keep your distance, imagining unrequited love but hey, to each their own.

However, unbeknownst to YOU as well, Sanji had developed a old-fashioned crush. How could he not! He loved the teasing, if he was being completely honest. He loved how you stayed just close enough to him to make his heart beat faster. He'd be more than happy to have you closer in all honesty. Pretty face, pretty personality, witty, fierce, bold as hell might he add.

Not to mention shawty got a body on her- Sanji redirects his focus, looking up into those pretty (e/c) eyes.

Taking your hand he pushed it under the icy water from he sink a silence washing over you.

His hands are bigger than yours, littered with scars as he rubs circles over the top of your hand in comfort. You swallow hard, trying to distract yourself from how warm his grasp feels on your wrist. Gentle but warm, contrasting with the harsh water. He's focused, lips and teeth fiddling with a small silver sphere while he turns the water off and grabs the aid kit beside him.

"Sanji." You breathe out, searching his eyes and lips briefly.

"Stick out your tongue....please?" You ask, seeing him swallow hard, ears flushed red., heat spreading to his cheeks. He doesn't follow through with the request.

Using your free hand, you follow the curve of his jaw before using your thumb to slide down his lips. Soft.

"I'll show mine if you show yours." You offer, letting your tongue slide over your lips deceivingly.

He's got this damn irresistible puppy look in his eyes, his lips parking only a bit before he sticks his tongue out, the silver shining in the kitchen light.

You bit your lower lip for a moment, letting your tongue do the same, only for him to find that it was split. He stopped dressing your hand now, the pain greatly dulled with a new distraction.

"Any more surprise body mods I should know about?" Sanji questions, voice dripping with desire.

Keeping your distance was a joke at this point because you'd be damned if you did have your lips on him within the next 10 seconds.

"I could ask you the same. Though, you should take me out before you see what else I have on my body? Don't you think Sanji?" You whisper his name, testing the waters.

It doesn't take much else for him to lean forward, your lips connecting like puzzle pieces. It's a soft pec at first, but soon becomes hungry and consuming, his pierced tongue sliding over your split one. It's hotter in here, his body caging you in, your hands fighting between staying on him, or resting against the countertop for support.

The tobacco on his tongue is addicting, just as much as the way he makes a point to make you feel the small metal sphere. There's only a moment to breathe, but when you do your right back on each other, this time, finding more stability with your arms around his neck, and his hands at your hips, thumbs tracing just above the curve of your ass. And then he feels it.

"Back dermals. Impulse decision but the backshots are nice."You hum, pulling at his lower let gently with your teeth.

He groans, the grip on your hips becoming tighter when he dips his lips down to the skin of your neck, sucking for a moment in debate. Your bodies are pressed flush against each other, his ears red as the color spreads to his cheeks. It's so damn hot in here.

"Backshots huh?"All takes is a whimper from you and he's back to work, the metal from his piercing sliding over your skin.

A look of horror washes over you before you can respond back, and you're pushing against him in a hurry. He opens his mouth to question what's wrong, anxiety seeping into his chest but before he can ever get a chance to overthink, you're already shouting.

"THE STOVE, SANJI! THE STOVE! ITS ON FIRE!"

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LMK IF YOU WANN BE TAGGED IN PT.2

that one gets a little(a lot) spicier and uninterrupted by kitchen chaos and fire hazards

[jinxpantsu]

I want to know what it would be like if the MC for obey me was a sassy smart ass. Because if I got summoned without any warning to go to school what am I getting out of it? I'd be asking so many questions trying to get as many benefits out of it as possible. It'd be hard for me to just be compliant and go with everything how do you think that would go? How would the boys react to someone just kind of unafraid and done?

so.... what happens if they dropped any of us own the hole? yeah

cause i would crash tf out too lol like why am i here????? boooo!

this is another old ask and im sorry it took me YEARS to belt this one out. this is a part of he last bit of asks in my inbox before i move on to a new series <3

Lucifer is not amused. Not even in the slightest. This is a grand opportunity, why are you so mad? Sure they didn't ask for consent first but they're demons and that's the end all be all. Your attitude may not be as bad as Satan's on a good day and he's more than happy to punish you for your shite behavior but at some point something has to give. It sure as shit will not be him, and if it takes throwing you to his idiot brothers to soften you up a bit first then that's fine with him.

Mammon is just a touch sympathetic. He understands that you don't want to be here. All of his siblings understand that sentiment deep down, but they stood upon business and this is the consequences. Aside from his typical antics he would try to appease and lighten your mood, especially since he's been made your first guardian so he'd have to make sure you at least survive. Knowing him, trouble usually arises from his bad acts of thievery but he tries to keep the consequences from falling on you. Regardless though, you aren't responsible for him and you aren't too interested in helping him until it's at least beneficial to you.

Leviathan is bothered deeply by your behavior. At least after a year you get to leave. They're stuck down there for all of eternity. He avoids your mad moods as easily as he avoids everything else, and remains in his room for the most part, which is fine by you. It's one less thing he has to concern himself with when he can block the world out and stay in his room.

Satan on the other hand regards you with as much ire as he does everything else short of Lucifer. As in, as long as you don't piss him off things are smooth sailing. Your tone kind of pisses him off and in the good graces of everyone else's sake he doesn't comment on it often enough to make it an issue between the two of you but the friction is there regardless. It's mostly snide little remarks here and there and eventually Satan grows fond of his disliking of your attitude... however he can justify or make sense of it. It's at least nice to know someone else hates it here as much as he does, even if you two don't necessarily get along.

Asmodeus takes your bad attitude to be a bad omen. He tries. He really does try to lighten the load on you. His love language is centered around himself and it shows, because when you're stressed out so is he. And stress is bad for the skin! He seems to be the only positive so far in your forced trip to hell, and instead of biting the hand that feeds you, you are least give him a chance to make the most of this. Unknowingly, Lucifer is even more appreciative of Asmo now that you have one act of kindness in that little blackhole of a heart.

Beelzebub is unbothered. Purely because he thinks you're just hangry. Like oh? "You're grumpy right now too? Have a cheeseburger, that usually helps me." Like the rest, he means well, but when explaining to him how being hangry isn't why you're crashing out on everyone it seems like you're talking to a brick wall... that's steading consuming a mountain of food anyway. It's only when Beelzebub becomes hungry himself and starts breaking things and going on a rampage does your own angry truly get put into perspective. Clearly, you crashing out is nothing more than an angry rabbit stomping its foot. With Beelzebub actively throwing his weight around, and his brothers with it, it widdles down your iron hot irritation just a bit more. Feeding him and making sure he doesn't crash out harder than Leviathan when he plays his video games and forgets to save before a boss fight is NOT your job... but it makes surviving to the end goal much easier.

Then comes Belpheghor. And what a nightmare this lad was. From the moment you met him you were convinced he was lying to you. He looked nothing like a human you've ever seen... but perhaps you were just good with hair dye. But if you were trapped down here you would have looked worse for wear, no? You don't call him on his lie because maybe he has something this for you... but you keep him at arms reach the entire time. You genuinely don't see it coming when Belphie strangles you to death, and the second you come back it's like your emotions have reset. With how quickly time passes in the next 6 months until the end of the schools program you keep your distance from everyone. No one manages to creep in and break down your defenses here, and part of Belphie feels bad for it after hearing how you were just finally opening up. Lucifer is the least bit happy, but the second half is a lot less chaotic in the House of Lamentation now.

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Simon relationship hcs ♡

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I may have gone a little off the rails, and this sort of turned into a little bit of a psychoanalysis for Simon lol

I just had a lot to say, okay

Hope you like it <3

The ask is here ♡

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The only way I can ever see Simon getting in a relationship is through friendship.

First of all, no one would realistically ever approach him, he's a scary looking fella. I know I would be scared shitless lmao (love you, simmy)

The tall, dark and broody aura with cold brown eyes, almost like the freezing dirt you'll be buried in if you look for a second too long. Or that's what it feels like. The skull mask doesn't help either, it's sort of odd, but who are we to judge, right?

I know a lot of people say he doesn’t know how to talk to people, and while I think that is definitely true to an extent, I also think that he just doesn't want to. He doesn't see the point in it, and that's the thing.

This man can't do anything without reason. There needs to he a reason or a point to doing something, otherwise it's just a waste of time in his eyes.

The only exception is going out with the boys or hanging out occasionally. I think he very much feels like he doesn't deserve happiness, so any simple pleasures are immediately shut down.

I mean, this man is literally the king of self-destructive behavior.

He locks himself away on leave, again, only does what he needs to on base (or what he feels he needs to), and that's it.

But he's also very responsible, so I don't think he'd ever do anything self destructive wise that would be considered irresponsible.

He takes care of himself on a physical level, and he needs to, but his mind is an absolute train wreck. His job keeps him in check, and that's good.

Otherwise, he'd be down a hole the size of the Mariana trench.

He chronically needs to have noise playing. Whether that's music, a movie, or just the dishwasher running, just something. He would spiral so fast if he had time to be alone with his thoughts, so he keeps himself busy.

In comes Riley (the best boy). Simon has something to do, to busy himself with, and he actually gets outside sometimes because of the pup. He's got a cuddle buddy, a weighted blanket, and a steady presence in his life all at once. Dog of the year award goes to Riley.

Anyway, you somehow got into their little circle. Probably through Johnny or Kyle. They start taking you along to the nights at the pub or the football games at one of their flats because you're fun to hangout with. They like to have you around and let me tell you, Simon is not thrilled at first.

How dare you just inject yourself into their group, and come along during their hangouts. He's annoyed. Not at you, necessarily, but just that he needs to deal with change now. Which isn't usually a problem considering he needs to be kept spontaneous and alert for his job, but once he's away from that, change is like his worst enemy. He hates it.

Things are fine like this, good almost, why do they need to change? He's very cold and sharp with you for the first few months, he just needs time. He sees that you're not a threat after a while.

You didn't disrupt their dynamic as much as he thought you would. You're a fun addition, but you don't steal all the attention from his friends. You know when to back off. After a hard mission, they all need to decompress, and they just can't guarantee they won't snap at you and hurt your feelings.

You respect it, and with a quick "don't be stupid. Stay safe" text the conversation is done.

You don't ask about their job. You don't really care what they do, and they obviously don't feel comfortable telling you too much, but as long as they come back safe, you're good.

You bring a more caring presence into the group, something which they all need desperately. Simon is caught off guard. He never expected something like this, but it feels... nice. We all know you melted his cold heart and he's putty.

But not an overexaggerated amount, just right where he can crack a smile or huff a laugh, and it doesn't feel weird. He even starts to hang out one-on-one with you. It starts off somewhere in public, a cafe or the local pub. The idea of coming to your flat is still a little uncomfortable inside his chest, but you don't push. You're just happy to spend time with him.

And then, out of nowhere, he invites you to his flat. All on his own, comfortably, and you have to stop yourself from being too excited that you finally cracked him.

Simon does feel a little nervous when you first get there, but you're so chill about it (you're probably freaking out on the inside as well), and you just hang out like you normally would.

Riley is so excited to have a new friend!!! No matter how old he is, he jumps around like a puppy, overjoyed to get a visitor.

The second he sees how you're acting with Riley, he's smitten. Not necessarily in a romantic way just yet. You're giving him scratches and pets and talking in The Doggy Voice and it makes Simon's heart all fuzzy.

Riley is essentially his best friend and family, having been there through some of his worst times and to see how infatuated his pup is with you makes him so happy.

I mean, now you just have to come over more often, right?

He always talks about how Riley misses you (all an excuse, he misses you, but he won't say that) and that you need to come over to hangout soon.

When he's deployed again, he leaves Riley with you. That's the equivalent of someone trusting you with their newborn child for Simon, but he trusts you fully. You've earned his trust, respect, and adoration. (Cue Simon giving Riley a serious pep talk to keep you safe but it all slides off, Riley's got smooth brain)

When he comes by to pick Riley up and he steps inside your home for the first time, he gets smacked in the face with a feeling he can only describe as home. It's so warm and cozy and you.

That's when he knows he's fucked. He never wants to leave. It's so much better here, with you and Riley, than his flat. Sure, he can call that home too, but not in the way he can call you home.

It's a very subtle love that slowly starts to bubble up. He enjoyed being your friend, you made him feel normal for once in a while. He was just a guy with a job and friends. Not lieutenant Riley. But how could he have not fallen for you? He wants to be more than just friends, he wants to be yours.

He's never felt more taken care of than when he's with you, and he's slowly letting himself feel the good things again. And you're the best thing. For him and Riley. The pup probably thinks you're his mum already tbh

He gets touchier too. An arm slung around your shoulders, your thighs touching when he's sitting next to you or brushing his fingers against yours. He craves your touch so bad, he even starts hugging and the boys absolutely lose their minds

He feels like you're soothing all that has ever made him feel pain or weird. So, basically, he's utterly in love with you. But he will never ever say a word about it. His fear of your potential rejection almost paralyzes him.

He can't lose you and he'd rather stay silent about his feelings than mess up what you have.

Now, the boys are trying to get into his thick skull that you're also head over heels for him, but he's so far in denial, you could call him a crocodile ( hehe de-nile, get it?)

You confess. Your willpower just can't rival Simon's, and you crumble. How much you like him, how amazing he is in your eyes and how when he came to pick up Riley you almost felt like a little family.

And at that, he breaks. He doesn't know what he's doing, he's never been in love before, he's walking in the dark but he can't care about that when it feels so right. I imagine he probably just stares at you for a while while you're sweating buckets because he doesn't know what to do.

Does he say something? Does he kiss you? Does he hug you? Does he propose-

He's so caught up in his head, playing all kinds of different scenarios that he forgets that he didn't answer you.

Simon gently pulls you into a hug and you can feel the love oozing from his touch. He's not a man of many words, so all he says is a quiet

"be mine."

And the deal is sealed, ladies and gents!!! You just hold each other for a while, feeling the relief wash over your hearts.

Simon loves so fully it makes my heart all fuzzy just thinking about it.

It may not seem like that to other people, but he loves you so much it's insanity. Now, he's not about any grand gesture but the little things that will make your life that much easier. Of course you do get the occasional bouquet and don't get me started on the dates he takes you on, but he will do the dishes after dinner.

He'll fold the laundry. He'll feed the dog. He'll sweep the living room. He'll grocery shopping. And if you're someone who tends to get a messy room very quickly (like me lol) He'll help you set up a system to keep it functioning and neat.

Simon brings the structure, helping you get through your days better while you show how him to enjoy things.

The little things. Like the little dance parties you have with Riley. Like the late nights with the moon shining down on you. Like the sunny day in the park that led to the best afternoon nap ever. You balance each other perfectly, and Simon loves that about you.

You loosen him up. He's still Simon, and that's perfect, but seeing him crack a smile more often doesn't only warm your heart, but the ones of his boys, too.

He's not big on PDA but at home he has now issues with showing how much he loves you. A kiss here, a peck there- he can't ever pass up an opportunity to kiss you.

Now jealousy.... I do think he gets a little more secure the longer you are together but he will still kill anyone with his stares that dares to even look at you suggestively.

He's very possessive. He's always been possessive, not wanting to share with his brother or being very particular about who gets to touch his things. But you? Christ, that's another level. You belong to his heart, and not in a weird objectifying way. You chose him despite everything that he was and is and you're willingly his so of course he won't let you go as long as you want to stay.

It still baffles him everytime when some bloke comes up to you, with Simon obviously being pressed to your side, and asks for your number. He always had the problem of being noticed a lot with his size and now he's suddenly air??

He'll step in everytime, pulling you closer and wrapping himself fully around you. Simon will definitely say something as well, but his absolute favorite thing is when you beat him to it.

"I'm taken, Thank you. I'm very happy with Simon. Say hello, Simon!"

You smile innocently at the drunk man in front of you just to make it extra awkward and Simon has the biggest grin underneath his mask before he presses a kiss to your temple.

What you didn't see was the death glare Simon shot him, making him scramble away to presumably bother another poor woman.

He can get overly jealous if you don't get the hint sometimes, but he would never ever take that out on you. He'll be grumbly for the day until you can get out of him what the problem is.

But at the end of the day, you're in his bed and that's all the reassurance he needs.

He loves cuddling you. He'll knock out in seconds if you're in his arms or vice versa. He prefers to be the big spoon because he needs you pressed against his chest, but he won't deny you the pleasure of being his lovely jetpack.

Simon LOVES to get kissed on the cheek. It's so sweet to him, a little token of your appreciation or a good luck smooch. It makes his nose scrunch up slightly and it's the cutest thing ever.

For you, he adores placing little pecks on your nose. Mainly because you complain that it tickles and he thinks you look adorable, but nothing can beat your lips on his.

Holds your hand in his sleep. It's more of a subconscious thing, but it's so endearing. You're not sure if Simon knows that he does it. You haven't told him. You're just gonna keep this sweet little secret to yourself.

You'll end up getting married because he knows you're the one. He doesn't want anyone else ever.

You're all he needs and wants.

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If you want my NSFW hcs on Simon, just pop into my inbox and ask for it!! This post is already so long, I'll make a separate one for the spicy stuff if you want it :)

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[prismatica-the-strange]

Graveyard Flowers | There's a Look in Your Eyes, I Know Just What that Means

Warnings: 18+, smut, fingering, oral (fem receiving), thigh riding, sex with very little plot, Beej SWEARS he's not 'in love' with Rosie.

Beetlejuice wants to play with his favorite breather, but she's too distracted by some stupid video game. He'll just have to do something to get her attention on him.

Starting spooky season off right with some nasty sex with the dear guy.

The truly scary part is the likes to reblogs ratio!

Whore by In This Moment

"You done yet?" BJ pesters and Rosie shoots a small glare at him.

"I'll be done when I'm done," She snaps, going back to her game.

He watches her click away, fingers pressing keys quickly, but the quiet doesn't last.

"How long you plan on making me wait?"

"Beetlejuice!" This has been going on for almost an hour now, and normally she'd indulge him, but she's really in the zone, "Can't you go annoy someone else for a while? I'm trying to unlock this new emote for Maul."

"Yeah? Like who? I can't get in Nik's room without his express permission, and Alice is out on a date!" He argues, leaning down next to her face, "You're the only one left."

He runs his tongue up her cheek, making her grimace as she pushes him away.

"Then find some other way to amuse yourself."

The mouse in her hand gets fuzzy and squeaks.

"You know that's not what I meant, change it back."

"Aw, cone on," He cradles the little brown mouse in his hands, "It's so much cuter this way!"

"Beetlejuice."

"Fine," It pops back where it was, same as it was before.

He huffs as he flops back on her bed, "Well what do you expect me to do? This house is fucking boring!"

"Figure it out!" She growls.

He watches her play for a little bit more, an idea forming in his head when she shifts in her chair.

The next thing she knows, she's on his lap, her back pressed against his chest. He's sitting in her computer chair with his arms around her stomach.

He doesn't move to annoy her further, so she lets it be, but then she feels one of his hands snake its way down between her legs. He snaps his fingers and her pajama pants disappear, leaving her in her loose tee and boyshorts.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"You told me to occupy myself," He shrugs, fingers quickly finding her clit through her underwear, "That's what I'm doing, entertaining myself with your pretty pussy."

"This isn't what I meant either," She feels herself flush, but she won't give him the satisfaction of distracting her, two can play this game, "Whatever, you're impossible."

He presses harder when she goes back to her game, tongue gliding up the side of her neck.

He grins when teases her hole through the, now, damp fabric and she jolts, "You like this, don't you?"

She grits her teeth, but continues ignoring him.

He hooks his finger in the front of her panties and tugs, the fabric rubbing roughly against her clit, making her whine.

"Can't ignore me if you're beggin' me to cum, dollface," He teases.

"Pervert," Her breath shallows, but she doesn't give in.

He scowls when she goes back to force-choking rebels as if nothing happened. Time to play dirty.

He snaps his fingers again and her panties slide themselves down her legs until they're hanging off one ankle. He pulls her back against him and tugs her legs apart, hooking them over the armrests of the chair.

"Beej, I can't reach the keyboard-"

He rolls his eyes and the keys to the controls pop off the board, floating within a comfortable reach with her mouse.

"There, now would you shut it?" He shakes his head when she starts typing away despite the compromising position he has her in.

He presses his fingers against her clit again, circling it a few times before teasing her hole again, "That's better, yeah? Got better access to play with your drippy cunt?"

Radio silence and he starts getting genuinely annoyed.

Her whole body tenses when the tips of his fingers vibrate against her clit for a moment.

"Yeah? You like that?" He does it again, making her jaw drop, "Of course you fucking do."

He pinches her clit with his buzzing fingers and she whimpers, her head falling back against his shoulder.

She's quick to catch herself though, taking a deep breath and trying to concentrate on her objective.

"What was that? You want 'em abusing your g-spot instead?" He chuckles, running his digits all over her slit, "I can do that, princess."

"F-fuck!" Her vision goes out of focus for a moment when he slides his fingers inside her, still vibrating as he scissors them before seeking out-

"There it is," He laughs when her hips buck, "Aw, but now you're little clitty looks so sad that she's bein' ignored. Here, lemme just..."

She feels his tongue stretch down beneath the collar of her shirt, teasing her nipples before sliding down to lap at her already sensitive clit.

"Beej..." She chokes out, trembling in his hold. She cries out louder when the tip of his tongue starts vibrating too, her back arching.

She barely registers what's happening before she cums.

"Fuck- Beetlejuice!"

His tongue works faster.

"Beetlejuice!" She screams again when he doesn't let up. Hell, he starts finger fucks her harder, just to hear it again, "Beetlejuice!"

There it is. The only good thing he gets out of this whole stupid arrangement, getting to hear her chant his name like a prayer when he forces another orgasm out of her without getting banished.

His tongue retracts into his mouth and he moans when the taste of her slick fills his mouth, "That's my nasty girl."

His fingers stop vibrating as he eases her through her high. She shudders when he pulls out, knees falling back together as he laps at his fingers.

Suddenly she's sat by herself and he's lounging on her bed.

"Consider me entertained," He says between sucking her cum off his fingers, "You can go back to your game now."

"Wh- Beej!"

"Yeeees, darlin'?" He smirks at her.

She forces herself out of the chair, wobbling dangerously when she realizes she can't really feel her legs, "Shit-"

"Careful!" He sneers, appearing beside her to keep her upright, "Don't need you dentin' that empty head'a yours."

She's been long since disconnected from her server, but she doesn't care. She's content being cum drunk and held up by him.

"Exactly," He chuckles, "Come on, let's lay you down before you hurt yourself.

She pulls him into bed with her, ignoring his grumbles of protest when she snuggles in against his chest.

"Yeah whatever," He mutters, knowing he'd be flushed red if he were alive, "Get comfy why don't'cha?"

"On it," She sighs sleepily.

He snaps his fingers and her game switches over to some shitty b horror film.

About an hour in he feels he slide one leg over his hips and nuzzle closer. Then her hips shift, and his face breaks into a wicked grin.

"Is that right?"

She whimpers at his teasing, softly grinding against his thigh.

"Just a lil' sex pest, huh?" He laughs, pressing himself against her cunt, "Can't get enough, can ya?"

She grips the striped lapel of his jacket, eyes squeezing shut. Her little sighs of pleasure make his chest swell. Damn, does he love his perverted little breather.

Well, not love per se, I mean, he loves Lydia, but... he's definitely extremely fond of her and her delightfully pervy ways.

"Don't stop, girlie," He places his hand encouragingly on the small of her back, his nails digging into her skin, "That's it..."

She gasps when she rocks her hips particularly hard, her whole body shaking.

She's warm in his hold, fuck he loves feeling her burning face on his chest.

He tugs her on top of him, pushing his thigh up between her legs. She moans at the feeling and he pulls her face up to meet his, licking into her open mouth.

"Babygirl, you're soakin' my pants," He grins, biting at her bottom lip, "Had my tongue all over that pussy earlier, you want it down your throat now?"

Her eyes light up at that, and he grips her cheeks, forcing her mouth open to slither an abnormally long tongue down her throat.

His free hand grinds her down on his thigh, chuckling when she shudders at the added stimulation.

She's so pretty when she lets him use her like this, even prettier when she uses him right back.

He's so lost in her fucked out expression he almost doesn't notice her tapping his chest for air.

"Heh, sorry 'bout that," He presses his forehead to hers as she sucks in deep breaths, "Must'a gotten caught up in the moment."

She just surges forward to press kiss him, her lips parting to delve her tongue in his mouth this time, one hand roughly gripping his hair to keep him close.

Okay, maybe... MAYBE he loves her... just a little bit! I mean, come on. How is he not supposed to fall for her when her response is to kiss him like that.

He doesn't taste good, and she hates that she's used to it.

She groans when he holds her close in turn, his grip tight on the back of her neck.

By the time she's humped herself out she's exhausted, and he has no problem letting her fall asleep on his chest. Even if it means he has to clean her up and redress her with his powers.

She's heavy on his chest and he can feel every breath, every little twitch. He runs his fingers through her hair and she nuzzles closer in her sleep.

"Think I'm getting in a bit too deep here," He mutters to himself, "... Shit."