#fish hook theory

[technofeudalism]

the horseshoe theory is dead. in fact, it never existed in the first place. from here forward, we abide by the fish hook theory.

[odinsblog]

So i guess tankies love trump now? because russia and “communism”?

[mirwx]

UI and CW designs :3 (another set of colors below cut)

[pinkfishtank]

Back in your arms

Pairing:Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!reader

Summary:Bucky finally comes back from the blip. And he seemed to have missed you a fuck ton.

Word count:3.5k

Warnings:smut/18+mdni/hickeys/shower sex/pet names (just baby)/fingering/a little angst/dirty talk/unprotective sex/female reader/ FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT IM SORRY.

Prompts:He be missing you a lot/“can you still take it?/fluff? and smut

Author’s Note:LIKE I SAID THIS IS NEW TO ME IM NOT USED TO WRITING SMUT. But this came in mind after I saw some post on here and was like “hehehehehheehhe”. So here I was writing till 5 in the morning. Anyways enjoy and like I said I love tips and advice.

The blip was…weird, terrifying, left the world confused and scared that maybe the rapture had came.

At first it was heartbreaking to you. Bucky had just never came back home. You were confused like many others and that lead you to so many stages of denial, like someone ghosting you or faking their death. Yet you never knew when he would come back. At least you knew it wasn’t just you who had lost the people they loved.

You even went to go see the wall of the vanished, hearing it apparently had everyone’s name on there that had completely vanished from the earth. God maybe this was the rapture, No, Bucky wouldn’t have disappeared. As you thought and constantly started checking the news of any updates like a stupid paranoid freak there was nothing. It’s not like the news could say anything I’m sure they had no idea where people had went. Then you had people who were incels who tried to make up theories, saying the Daily Bugle was always telling the truth, yet trying to watch it made your head spin worse then listening to an Australian accent.

In the end there wasn’t much people could do. Either wait till there was a solution, or accept this was a way of dying weirdly peacefully without torture or pain to them.

You tried to make the most of it. Getting therapy since you probably needed it, checking in on family and friends who had also lost many of the people who they truly cared about. While you sat there waiting at your door like a pet waiting for their owner to get home; weirdly kinky.

Five fucking years, five years of this crap. Useless bullshit of saying that their loved one’s have died in the rapture. You were in denial. Constantly remind you that Bucky was out there somewhere, looking for a way out. He wasn’t one to back down, maybe? No. But it had been five years what was the point of caring anymore at trying to find a way out. Maybe they were really dead, dying on the spot and everyone was just finding their way of mourning by using different predictions or theories since not much had ever been explained on it.

Acceptance was stupid, who needed it, you didn’t. You knew he was gone what was the point of waiting here in your Apartment to hear just that little click sound of the door being unlocked by the keys you gave him. You just needed him because during the night you were scared of the dark, ya that was definitely all of it. Not that he made you feel some sort of softness that made you wanna scream into you pillow; or that whenever you’d see each other some tight warm pit in your chest had you doing flips all day long. But mostly or some dark needy part of you couldn’t forget the amount of intimacy there was. You too were basically animals around each other. Every time you saw each other it was like something primal and hazy took over your mind, body, and soul. It was like you too were hungover each other, always getting lead to bed by him, his hands in your hair either in a nice soft way, or in a way that left you breathless, needy, begging for him to keep pulling until tears spilled down your face. No, this was stupid. Stupid stupid stupid lovey dovey shit he got you hooked onto like a fish before he said goodbye and went poof. And god how you wished it didn’t screw you up so much you had to start using a rose toy.

You sat on your bed, right in the middle instead of your designated side when that asshole was here. You watched some crappy reality tv show that made you think this is where people went when they were full on broke. This is really what you were doing on your Friday night; wrapped up in a big comforter snacking on anything. You got up since you were running out of snacks and you forced to pull yourself together as you walked to your fully lit kitchen, looking around at the empty space like a maniac who watched to much true crime.

Meanwhile your phone was buzzing like crazy.

As you got back you were met with newsletters you signed up for sending you a random breaking news emergency.

‘BREAKING NEWS! It seems to have been that all the sudden everyone from the snap of five years ago have been reappearing right where they were when they had left. This is not a drill people have been reappearing after all this time. Be aware of loved ones popping out of nowhere’

Oh what the fuck. No, that’s a lie this can’t all the sudden just be happening like the world just chose to bring everyone back. Yet again, it wasn’t April, as you quickly checked the date on your phone and sighed. Nope this was real this was pure fucking real shit happening right now. You looked around your room so many thoughts filling your head

What would happen if Bucky found you in this state?

Would he have changed?

Would he still like you?

Was he a zombie?

Okay now that’s just stupid. Right?

Next thing you know it you basically jumped up from your bed and started running around the room. You grabbed trash bags and threw any type of trash you found in your room, candy wrappers, soda cans, twisted tea cans, chip bags. Damn if crumbs were everywhere, you really let go when you lose someone don’t you?

It was like one of those stupid montages from a coming of age movie, music blared in your apartment as the loud sound of your vacuum seeped into the mix. The constant groans of how everywhere you looked there was a new messy problem you had to take care of by yourself. This news really just had to show up now didn’t it? Ya, to ruin your life and make you question everything. Hours and hours of cleaning while looking out at your window, then your door. Just need to hear a click, a sound of the door and you would be running to the door.

Yet after checking around the house to see if there were any more messy spots….nothing. There was nothing. Complete silence that scared you, making you run back in bed and turn on the tv again to the shitty tv. Knew it was a lie. Yet you saw so many post of people reconnecting with happiness in their eyes. That should be you. Where was Bucky? You felt like a puppy in a pound watching all the other pups get picked while you just sat there waiting for that right person to pick you up and praise you for being you. God maybe you were a pet.

It had been a week. All your friends had been reunited with their lovers and friends. When was it going to be your turn to see your man fly through that door and pick you up happy to see you for the first time in what? Five years? Or better he’d lift you up and take you to the bed, showing you how much he missed you. God you were fucked for that being one of your first thoughts. Your body tensed and ached just thinking about the stuff that would go on once he got here.

The day went on, work being…well work what were you expecting. It was boring with employees asking you the same question over and over, you trying to not lose your sanity and tell them to go ask someone else.

Yet once night set upon the city you look out the window, arms crossed as you stood there frozen in your pajamas and a little cardigan hiding any upper part of your body. Your body felt cold as your arms tightened around you like they were trying to replace Bucky’s arms when he held you, staring o ur this same big ass window; just enjoying the bliss.

‘Click.’

You were too in your head to pay attention to anything at the second. Like how your door was opening to a taller figure coming through the door looking around like the place was new.

“Baby?”

Your throat wasn’t letting you breathe, caught, like startled or surprised. You hadn’t even turned your body, not having too. That voice, deep pitched voice that filled the silence of the room. Before you could fully comprehend anything at the moment all you heard was the door carefully shut closed and the sound of step after hard step, getting closer. The air behind you made you shiver in your spine, gently stretching for a moment before the presence of familiarity was behind you lurking in for some sick joke.

“Sorry I’m late.” He whispered his voice just behind your ear, feeling the hot breath against the side of your neck. Until you finally spoke.

“Where were you?” Was that really all of what you had to stumble out of your mouth.

Bucky urged to not let his hands wander over your waist, to not pull you in so quickly. He fisted his hands up before finally speaking after one big hard sigh.

“I honestly got no fucking idea.” He murmured as he took in your full body. All he could think of was how god damn happy he was to see this body again, to have in right in front of him, and in the palm of his hands “but I missed you. Just had to get some stuff figured out before I came to see you.” He proceeded before looking down at his machine weapon hand, whatever you wanted to call his replacement to flesh.

Finally after a good couple of minutes you turned and looked at him, really looked. Seeing the way his muscular body hadn’t seemed to change, just seemed to be more worn out. Had he aged during the blip? There were so many questions going through your head yet you didn’t feel like reminding him of everything he had probably been through the night of the snap.

Before you could think of asking a soft breath left your mouth and your hand lifted up to his robotic arm. The metal cold and tired against your palm.

It was like Bucky’s arm was still there when he felt your touch. Even if that was lie and the machine was still well a machine, your touch, sense made him let out a shivery exhale. He swallowed any curses or words that would spill out and just looked up at your eyes interlocking with his.

“I know you probably have so many questions but I’d rather just enjoy this, enjoy everything curve and trace of your body I’ve been craving for so long.” He couldn’t hold his word anymore, he needed you to understand just how much of the your touch he had needed these past five years

Your breathing hitched and you bit the inside of your mouth, gnawing at the chewy flesh. It was hard not to give in, not to completely fall to your knees and become a stupid mess.

As his face got closer you could feel your breath mixing with his. They way yall looked at each other made sparks flare in each others eyes

“Have you moved on? Were you seeing anyone while I blipped with most of the world” he asked like he knew the answer, but wanted to hear come from your mouth, Hear you say those words that meant you belonged to him. Even when he was gone.

You shook your head slowly looking down and taking a moment before speaking up. “No.”

He nodded smiling a bit, taking a moment for those words to slip into his head. God it felt good to him knowing you were his.

“Join me in the shower.”

“Right now?”

“Mhm.”

And just like that he walked off expecting you to follow, in which you did. Why wouldn’t you? Your body felt warm, fuzzy, like every part of you wanted to remember that touch of his.

As yall got to the bathroom he slowly pulled off his shirt and so did you, pulling off your cardigan revealing the lacy tank top covering the bit of skin it could. As you stripped your eyes were locked on his body like a magnet or a fresh piece of meat. You looked at his arm and curiously tilted your head

“What about your arm….thingy machine.”

“Waterproof” He said firmly before continuing to strip until he was left in nothing. Both of your bare bodies. You watched as he walked into the shower and turned it on, the glass panels quick to fog up. You stood out for a moment watching as you could see him under the shower head getting his hair and body wet. Biting your lip you walked to the light switches and turned on the main light, dimming the room of only the light under the shower.

And once that was done you basically padded over to the shower, walking in before gently closing the door behind you. All you saw was the toned hard body of Bucky’s. Flexing not by command as he sighed into the relaxing heat. Next thing you know you were grabbing the body wash and gently pouring it into the palm of your hand.

“Lemme help.” You murmured as you walked behind him, your small form comparing to his tall rough one. Your hands made its way to his back and gently massaged the soap suds in. Getting every nook and cranny. All you could hear were the faint groans he let in pleasure of the heat. Bucky really didn’t wanna hurry things, but five years of pent up arousal was enough to make any man wild for his woman. With that he slowly turned looking down at your form. Taking in every beautifully curved body part of yours.

“I don’t wanna rush things.” He whispered before looking into your eyes before speaking his truth “but if you just say anything approving I will let go.”

That was enough to make your breath hitch and every part of yours body to tense up with the same arousal you had been feeling all these years. You stayed quiet for a moment trying to fully get your thoughts together before finally giving into everything you had been waiting for.

“Then let go.” You whispered and in seconds you felt those rough large hands wrapping around your waist, pulling you in like a lifeline. Like you were everything he ever wanted. As he looked down at you and took in all of you with his eyes he smiled and pushed his lips onto yours, needing to taste the sweetness of your lips. He didn’t stop, letting it start off soft and hazy, letting the passion drip into your mouth before basically devouring you. Bucky bit and nipped at your lip as you gasped into his sudden desire to make sure you knew who you belonged to, who you had been waiting for all this time.

“Is this what you’ve been needing” He asked in between him feeding his starvation

“Y-yes god yes.” You moaned as your breath hitched and lead to a little yelp but you felt his hands wander, his hot hands trailing up your back then down to your plump ass. He gave it a nice squeeze as he groaned. licking your licks, asking for permission to be let in you let out another quiet moan before you felt him devour it with his tongue diving into your mouth, exploring all he wanted.

His hands were a whole on their own mission though. One resting on your waist as he backed you under the stream of water, hot and nice, just like how y’all seemed to be at the moment. Once he had you all backed up the water flowed between both of y’all. The other hand of his went down your chest, and you knew exactly where the target was going for. Just as you thought of that the gentle circling of your clit started, and you gasped moaned into his mouth while he rubbed harder, quicker, and in all the right places.

One of your hands ran down the foggy glass panel while the other was on the toned muscles of his chest letting you feel him down.

“I missed this so much” you murmured as he groaned and nodded

“I could tell.” He said firmly with pride as he kept going before finding your pussy and gently sliding a finger into there. Your head laid against the tile of the shower wall and you bit your lip before looking up at him with those pleading eyes.

“Another.” You breathed as he nodded and dipped in another before finally curling his fingers, determined to find that sweet spot as he started pumping in and out. The stimulation of the pump and curling left me breathless. With his tongue deep in my mouth I whimpered as I felt those urges to let go, the need to release all over his hands.

“I think-I think I’m gonna”

“Come on baby let it get all over my fingers” He urged as he pumped harder until finally he noticed he hit that sweet spot and you arched your back against the tile, gasping as you felt yourself release and shiver against his touch.

For a moment you just leaned against the wall. Taking that all in for just a moment before looking up at him and his cheeky fucking smile. Bucky looked at you for a moment before pulling out the digits of his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth and licking the clean, not breaking eye contact once.

“You fucking taste delicious.” He murmured against his fingers. You couldn’t help but just watch and get all red in the face like an idiot before he finally ran a hand through his hair under the stream of water.

“Come on baby now I need my fill too.” He said firmly as you forgot about his erection. Your eyes lowered down and saw the thick veiny cock of his sprung against his stomach, already leaking with pre-cum. You couldn’t stop staring seeming like a perv but being in a trance thinking about all the thing he could do to you right here right now made you just wanna cum on the spot right here right now again.

Next thing you know his hands were on the back of your thighs gripping them as he lift them up into the air and against the wall. Making sure you were pinned up all nice with your legs now wrapped around him. Your arms snaked around his neck holding on, awaiting for him

“Think you can still take it?”

“I-I think so”

Bucky groaned and gently pumped his cock a couple of times before rubbing his pre-cum against your slit, making your head fall back from the teasing. You whimpered and squirmed as he chuckled before finally sliding his cock in, inch by aching inch. You could feel the way he stretched you out yet made sure in every way you were okay. He peppered your neck in light kiss and nips, leaving tiny hickeys everywhere over the neck.

“Tell me when to move” he whispered before you nodded and squirmed a bit

“Move please fuck move” you whimpered as a sudden gasp left you breathless while he started pumping into you, pulling out leaving just the tip in, just to pump into you with new found eager. Showing you how much he missed you, how much he was waiting till he’d get back to you.

Bucky cursed and groaned as he drove deep into your pussy looking down to see your pussy accommodating his size,stretching it out till it had a tint of red around the ring of your hole. You could tell he was getting closer, with the way he pumped into you harder and harder. And while he was close you were too, feeling that hot pit in your stomach needing to be emptied. You put your hand on the panel leaving a mark on the foggy glass.

“F-fuck! I need to cum, I need you to cum inside of me” you breathed out as you pulled his lips to yours for one last kiss before all you felt was the grip of his hold on you become harsher until you gasped and felt as the ropes of cum bursted inside of you, while you came on his cock, mixing your juices together in a mess. As he kept pumping into you, you fell limp in his arms, pressing your forehead against his as his hand went into your hair. His pace slowly down.

“I have a lot to explain.”

“Ya you fucking do.”

[sukirichi]

𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 | 𝐒. 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮

— in which you and your fuck buddy pretend to date, which totally won’t lead to feelings at all, right?

content / warnings. toxic college settings. explicit smut. MINORS DNI. choking. exhibitionism. fingering. making out. masturbation. voyeurism. toxic characters. reverse cowgirl riding. implied dub-con. friends with benefits. fake dating. unedited.

dedicated to @kyriaan

The sixth beep of your phone that cursed morning had you shuffling around your bag for the device, fishing it out and muting it with exasperation. To no one’s surprise, he was the sole topic again. Oikawa this and Oikawa that — how he’d be such a great boyfriend to you and your friends could also go on dates with his equally charismatic friends; you were tired of hearing the same thing over and over again.

“Funny seeing you here,” a bored voice drawled out, the scraping of a chair against the floor snapping you to your senses. “Never in my whole life did I imagine I’d find you hiding in a library of all places — are you reading Freud? His theories are shit. They’re not even scientifically proven.”

You raised a brow at Suna Rintaro, your not-so friend friend.

You and Rintaro had a strict friends with benefits relationship.

It started with meeting at a party once when you needed a release from the stress of finals, you made out on the crowded dance floor and found yourselves tangled in the sheets with barely any memory of the night before. The rest was history. Soon, you ran into him more often than you’d expected, and it wasn’t long before you added his name into speed dial.

Funnily enough, you weren’t that close to him.

You either knew everything about him or knew little to nothing. Most of the time you spent with Rintaro would be when you two were drunk out of your minds, bodies too occupied with moving against one another that ‘getting to know each other’ had never been a thing.

For some reason, however, Rintaro was someone you could trust with your whole heart. You just wouldn’t date him because you weren’t looking for a relationship, and neither was he.

Both of you loved the arrangement you had now.

“Why do you know so much about Freud? I just randomly picked up this book.”

Rintaro shrugged, “‘Hooked up with a girl in Psychology once; she was pretty hot, but you’re still my favourite,” winking, he chewed on his gum before snatching the book away from you.

A protest nearly fell from your mouth when a mop of wavy, dark hair sauntered inside the library, taking long, confident strides as he chatted with Iwaizumi. Eyes widening, you ducked your head behind Suna, desperately clutching the hoodie clad on his stiff back.

Rintaro glanced downwards at you, “You’re hiding like you murdered somebody’s pet. Should I be worried or should I help you in hiding someone’s body?”

“Literally shut up. Oikawa is right there.”

“Oikawa... Tooru?” following your line of sight, Rintaro’s back slouched at the same time his lips curled into a mischievous smile. You could tell he was stifling his laughter; the vibrations of his back spoke enough of his urge to betray you. “Oh, he’s looking here. At you, I might say — care to explain?”

“I have nothing to explain to you. We’re not even friends.”

“Ouch,” Rintaro clutched at his chest, “That hurt. Weren’t you at my dorm like five nights in a row last week? You didn’t want me to leave the bed either. I thought we had something special!”

“Suna Rintaro, I am not fucking around with you. Shut up. I swear if Oikawa walks here, I’m never talking to you again.”

As if to prove a point, you plopped until your upper body squished against his back and the chair, cheeks puffing out in frustration as Rintaro sighed. “Okay, you don’t have to explain anything to me, but come on. You’re using me as a human shield and I have zero context on what’s going on,” he tapped your thigh, head slightly tilted to the side with a wary eye out for Oikawa. “Listen, if he’s bothering you, I could deal with it. He looks like the type of guy who doesn’t know what ‘no’ means so if that’s the case, stop hiding. I can help you with it. Just tell me what’s wrong.”

Your grip on his hoodie listened. Peering up from the bottom of your lashes, you nervously licked your lips. “Wait... you mean that? You’ll really help me?”

“Yeah! You send me nudes that motivate me to ace my exams so this is the least I could do.”

“You just have to make everything sexual, don’t you?” you rolled your eyes and ignored Rintaro’s shameless smile. Scanning the room, you glared at Oikawa’s direction before sitting up and gluing yourself to Rintaro’s hip, whose brow raised but said nothing otherwise. “Okay, so the thing is... my friends may or may not have set me up with Oikawa. They kind of gave him false hope I’m really into him — which I never will be because he has a shitty personality — but he’s not having any of it. He insisted I should go with him on just one date, and if I still don’t change my mind about him, then he won’t push further. Otherwise, he really doesn’t take no for an answer. He’s everywhere that I ended up blurting out I was already dating someone.”

Rintaro rested his chin on his palm. “That’s a lot of information to take in,” he mused, “So... you need help in finding a fake boyfriend, is that it?”

“About that,” with guilt written all over your face, you scratched the back of your neck and chuckled, making sure to avoid eye contact the entire time. “You were the first one to come to mind so I told him I was dating the middle blocker from his team. The uhm, guy who stays up until three am fighting in Twitter threads.”

Rintaro’s jaw dropped. “No way,” he clicked his tongue, hands coming up to ball beside your cheeks as he fought the desire to squeeze your cheeks. Meanwhile, you blinked at him innocently, lower lip jutted out in hopes you’d appease him — which more or less worked as he slumped in his seat. “I can’t believe you dragged me into this.”

“I didn’t have a choice!”

“You did and you chose to date me!” Rintaro hissed under his breath, “Jeez, if you wanted us to be official, you could’ve said so. I would’ve thought about it,” exhaling through his nose, Rintaro pushed his hair back, his head too much of a mess to notice you getting flustered. “Fine. I’ll be your fake boyfriend, but don’t you dare fall in love with me. Our condition when we started sleeping together was that we’re limited to casual relationships only. I like our arrangement already, and you mean a lot to me as a friend so I don’t want to lose you, alright? Whatever we’re doing, it’s all going to be an act.”

“Deal,” you shook his hand, face lighting up at how it didn’t take much to convince him. “Now go to the party with me tonight. We’ll show Oikawa why he can’t have me.”

The sight of bodies grinding onto another and music blaring through the speakers weren’t new to you and Rintaro. You’d both seen the same scene a thousand times before, having been part of that crowd at one point. Yet, tonight felt different from rest. The music felt muted as you walked through the door with Rintaro’s hand down on your waist, the stench of alcohol and sex overpowered by the musky perfume your fake boyfriend wore.

You couldn’t think clear around him.

You tried to blame it on the jitters that set your nerves on fire, anxiety pooling in your stomach at the thought Oikawa made it clear he wanted to see you tonight.

Of course, you weren’t stupid. Knowing the guy infamous for his reputation for sleeping around and changing partners like they were his clothes, he wouldn’t give up once he had his eyes set on someone. It just so happened that unfortunate person had to be you.

“Relax,” Rintaro breathed into your ear, pulling you closer by the hip when you weaved through the people nearly fucking on the floor. The sudden gesture had you jolting for a split second. Blinking, Rintaro’s reassuring smile greeted you with a tinge of amusement, his gaze tracing down your nails forming crescent moons on his arm. “Do you really have to cling to me all night?”

“We’re supposed to be a couple madly in love, remember?” you reminded with a bounce of your heel, surveying the throng of people milling in and out of the frat house in search of Oikawa.  “You should kiss me too as soon as we see him. Then he’ll stop bothering me and we can be over with this fiasco.”

“Asking just in case, but how should I kiss you? Like a peck?”

“Kiss me like you want the whole world to know I’m yours,” you said nonchalantly, not thinking too much of it since this was supposed to be an act. Until a horde of loud males started cheering as soon as they entered the room, the crowd welcoming Oikawa and his friends warmly when Rintaro suddenly grabbed you by the wrist, twisting you to face him. The last thing you saw before Rintaro tilted his head to the side to press his lips to yours was the look of utter horror on Oikawa’s face.

Although, honestly, who cared? Rintaro tasted like beer and strawberries, his musky scent clouding your senses that your eyes closed in response.

Knees weakening, you grabbed onto Rintaro’s shoulders to steady yourself, gasping into his greedy lips when you felt him squeeze your hip possessively. You groaned into the kiss, your hands running up to play with the ends of his hair as Rintaro’s back hit the wall, his bent leg trapped between your thighs. He quickly took the chance and nudged his knee on your clothed pussy. Your skirt grazed against your sensitive core that you attempted to pull away to breathe, but Rintaro wasn’t having any of it.

Smirking beneath you, Rintaro hooked a finger into the chains dangling from your skirt and pulled you flush against him. You had no time to react before he was pushing a tongue past your lips. Warm, wet muscles danced against each other as Rintaro memorized the taste of you the same way you did for him — not a single care about air anymore when he made those low, deep whimpers setting fire to your loins.

But just as soon as you leaned in for more, his hair tugged backward to deepen the kiss, Rintaro pulled away. “That’s how I’d kiss you if I were your boyfriend,” he declared, pads of his thumb swiping against his moist lip swollen from the little nips you gave him — the look of pleasure and satisfaction displayed all over his handsome face that told you how much he enjoyed your needy whines.

You gaped at him, your skin burning from being edged.

Rintaro flicked you on the forehead. “Don’t look at me like that. You asked me to kiss like I wanted to let the world know your mine, and he was looking. Besides, we need to show someone who you belong to, right?” pushing his weight off the wall, Rintaro lightly bit your earlobe as you breathed hard, his sharp, cold gaze focused on a flushed red Oikawa standing across the room. “I have a better idea if you’re up for it.”

Arms crossed against your chest, you wrapped your arms around his waist in faux affection, when in reality you only needed to hear what he said through the loud music. “What do you have in mind?” The smirk on Rintaro’s face was as loud as a warning siren.

“Turn around.”

Even if you didn’t want to, Rintaro wasn’t asking. He spun you around by the shoulders, your back flushed against his chest when you felt his knee nudge between your legs once more. His fingers calloused from playing volleyball snaked past your thigh and dangerously close to your heated pussy. “This is what I had in mind,” he whispered, his voice sending tingles straight down your spine. “Let’s burn that pretty face of yours into his head. Show him what he can’t have.”

Your dignity told you to say no. To be fingered in public like this was less than ideal, even more so when your lace panties dangerously flashed into view. Yet, you found yourself arching your back to retaliate.

Ass nudging against Rintaro’s hardening cock, you smirked upon hearing his low groans. One palm cupped your ass as a warning before he playfully snapped your underwear against your thigh, a wince painting your half fucked out features from the sting. Glancing at him from the side, you sneered, about to protest when he wiggled his free hand and cupped your pussy.

Your mouth hung open.

Oikawa’s drink fell from his hands. No longer was he paying any attention to his friends, rather on the way you keened and your tongue threatening to loll out your lips the moment Rintaro’s thumb flicked your clit.

“You’re such a naughty slut. Who knew you were into this?”

“He’s watching, Rintaro,” you whimpered, gripping at his wrist like he wasn’t knuckle deep in your pants already. “Someone could see and think we’re—”

“That’s the point,” lowering his mouth onto your neck, you gasped at his teeth sinking down on the skin. Behind you, you could hear the hand on your ass disappear at the sounds of a belt unbuckling, fuelling your imagination to both the best and worst scenarios. Rintaro wasn’t far behind in his surprise as were you; you never expected you’d enjoy giving someone a show either, much less cum on the spot the second Rintaro’s cock slipped inside you. “Aw, fuck, did you just come undone for me? I haven’t even done anything yet.”

You shook your head, palms slippery with sweat as you held onto his slick hands squeezing your waist. The music was no longer audible from the pounding of your heart. Hell, you could barely feel your legs when Rintaro mumbled something incoherent around you before he guided your connected bodies onto a nearby couch.

Plopping down with your weight on top of him, you held onto his knees for dear life. Rintaro settled on the leather couch occupied by a stoned student laughing by himself, the latter’s chuckles halting when he was greeted by the sight of your hazy eyes and pants falling from your mouth. Meanwhile, Rintaro rested his arms on the back of his head. He didn’t have to lift a finger, much less give a command for you to know he wanted you to ride him right here — if you looked straight across, Oikawa would be right before you a few feet away, his frown deeply engraved into his face.

“Rin, I...”

He sat up in a flash at the hesitance in your voice, warm hands wrapping around your waist protectively. It took you a second to realize he hid his nestled cock from everyone’s prying eyes in case you weren’t comfortable, but the gesture did nothing but make you clench around him harder — both from the anxiety and anticipation.

You’d never admit it out loud, but you wanted people to watch. You wanted him to see Rintaro had total control over your body, no matter how humiliating the situation might be.

“Do you want us to stop? Should we go somewhere else?”

You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you bent your legs to rest beside his thighs, fingers looping around the ones hooked under your breast to steady yourself before you lifted your hips, then slammed back down. Again and again, until sweat dripped from your head to your jaw, you kept eye contact with a red-faced Oikawa. All the while as you bounced on Rintaro’s dick and threw your head back, laughing with your whole chest at the lights spinning from the ceiling since it reminded you of the seventh heaven you were in.

Rintaro let you go at your own pace, his grunts and garbled utterances of your name blending with the party wilding from the background. You could feel him twitching inside of you. His cock bumped and grazed your walls until the tip kissed a particular sensitive spot that had you losing your balance for a moment, nails digging into his ripped jeans to catch your breath.

“Goddamn,” Rintaro cursed, stealing away your ability to breathe with his hand snaking into your neck. “You dirty fucking slut, getting off to acting like a whore in front of the whole campus, huh? Go on. Show them how you’re such a whore for my cock.”

You couldn’t swallow down your words.

Rintaro’s grip on your neck had you on a literal chokehold, strong enough to deprive you of air and tighten around him, but not to a point you felt lightheaded. If anything, the power he displayed only fuelled you to ride him harder. Drawing figure eights with your hip, you could feel drool smearing your lipstick as the red stains smudged against Rintaro’s palm, the sound of slick and skin slapping against skin like music to your ears.

Only Rintaro could ever make you feel this way.

From the night you’d met him, each time you fucked would be the best experience of your life. Not once had he failed in bringing you over the edge or experimenting with the most absurd positions you’d never thought of before, and now you were returning the favour.

You rode his cock like it was your last mission. ‘Death by cock’ didn’t sound like such an unfavourable thing either, not when it meant losing yourself in his thick girth spreading you wide and the lewd sight of your cum sticking to his thighs. His jeans were a mess, but Rintaro never complained. He didn’t care then, and he wouldn’t care now. Seeing you dirty his clothes, your sweat dampening his shirt and your own cum coating his cock like a rewarding trophy of what felt like the best night of his life — Rintaro didn’t give a single fuck about the mess.

“F-Fuck, Rin, I’m coming!”

Rintaro held your waist, taking over with complete control as he slammed your hips up and down his twitching cock, curses falling back and forth from his mouth. “Cum on me,” he ordered. Resting his chin on your shoulders, Rintaro’s other hand twisted your jaw in the direction of Oikawa biting his lip, his hand suspiciously following your movements from under the luminescent lights. “Look at that dirty fucker. Let’s show him what he missed out on, yeah?”

A burst of warmth exploded inside you. You were too stunned to move, thighs burning from the ache that you accepted it with delight before falling back into Rintaro’s chest. “That was the best fuck of my life,” you admitted through lidded eyes, “But we’re fucked tomorrow. The whole campus is going to talk about us.”

“Let them.”

Post-nut clarity hit you hard like a truck.

Albeit expecting the rumours and looks you’d be getting the next day, the blatant impressed stares mixed with some envious ones never got easier by the end of classes. Everywhere you went, people would be whispering. But like Rintaro always used to say each time you cried to him, there’d be light at the end of the tunnel, because the best part of it all that made everything worth it?

Oikawa avoided you like the plague. Not because he was appalled of what he’d witnessed and what he’d done, but rather word spread out how he’d been rejected.

For the first time in his life, Oikawa Tooru felt humiliation, at the hands of his own teammate, no less — something Rintaro took pride in when you crashed by his room that night.

“You should’ve seen the look on his face. It was priceless,” he snickered while scrolling through the phone, about to comment when the door swung open, revealing a carbon copy replica of Rintaro. In female version.

Rintaro quickly shot out of bed and threw a blanket over your head, stalking to the girl standing with her mouth hanging ajar at the door. “What are you doing here? I thought you guys wouldn’t be home until the weekend. Plus, how’d the fuck you get inside the dorms? You’re not supposed to be here, Remi.”

Remi ignored him. “Are you hiding your girlfriend? Mom needs to know about this, she’d love to meet her!”

That was how you found yourself stuck to Rintaro in a cramped booth with his family not an hour later. You awkwardly picked at your food, stealing glances at an equally silent Rintaro while his younger sister, Remi, kept babbling about how her brother hid a girlfriend this whole time. His family went out of town for business for a while, but since they got home earlier, they decided to surprise Rintaro with a visit.

He sure was surprised, and so were you since they hadn’t stopped calling you ‘dear’ ever since.

His parents were nice — they warmly welcomed you and even invited you to have dinner with them sometime at their house. Mrs. Suna would whip up a meal to welcome you as part of their family, saying that you should consider it a thanks for making their son smile. Remi was the most excited out of all them. She’d been wanting an older sister for a while now, and she hadn’t stopped clinging onto your arm the whole time until her parents forcefully snatched her away when it was time go back home.

The entire walk back to the dorms felt suffocating.

None of you spoke a word, not until you arrived at your building and Rintaro shoved his hands down his pockets, swinging back and forth on his feet. “So... are you free this Friday? You should come have dinner with us.”

“You’re seriously asking me that?”

“Why not? You’re invited. Don’t be rude and not go.”

“It’s not being rude, Rintaro, you’re asking me to lie to your parents,” you snapped, halting in your tracks to stare at him in disbelief. “They adored me all because they think I’m dating you, but we’re not the least bit close to that. We just fuck and call it day, maybe hang out when we’re bored, but we don’t know each other at all. And weren’t you the one who told me that we can’t be more than just fuck buddies?”

Rintaro rolled his eyes. “You’re right, but I agreed to pretend to be your boyfriend to push Oikawa away. Now do me a favour and keep up with the fake girlfriend thing. My parents will be devastated if I tell them we’re not real.”

“I don’t want to lie to them!”

“It’s not a big deal! Why’re you making a mountain out of everything? So because the deal on my side doesn’t require fucking, you’ll back out just like that?”

Your mouth hung open in shock. “It’s because I don’t want to be your fake girlfriend, Rintaro, I want to date you for real!” you blurted out, eyes widening at the same time Rintaro’s cheeks flushed. Realizing what you just said, you inwardly regretted it with a grimace. “I’m sorry. You said we can’t be more than that and I know I just ruined our friendship, but I’m really sorry. I can’t bring myself to lie to your family like that, and I don’t want to lie about my feelings either,” hanging your head down low, you bit the insides of your cheeks. No matter what you said, you couldn’t take it back anymore.

“Rintaro, I like you. You make me happy and I want to do the same for you, but I understand if we’re done now. It was nice to have met you.”

Without waiting for his response, you ran back into the building when a hand wrapped around your wrist. You stared at the long fingers and to the arm connected to it, heart sinking into your chest when you came face to face with Rintaro’s handsome face.

“You didn’t even give me a chance to speak.”

“I’m sure you don’t want to be near me, Rintaro.”

Rintaro sniffed, averting the intensity of your gaze and shrugging his shoulders shly. “On the contrary... I’d like to spend every waking minute with you,” he mumbled so soft that you wouldn’t have heard it if you didn’t listen hard enough, but you did, and you were left gaping at him with warmth spreading through your skin. You stood there, watching as Rintaro laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head. “Sorry if I said that a little too late, but yes. I’d like to be your real boyfriend. Then I can fuck you exclusively because I don’t think I like the idea of you riding other people like that.”

You swatted his arm away with a laugh. “That’s the reason you want to date me?”

“There’s other reasons too like how I love talking to you and I want to get to know you more,” he cupped your face, grinning when his palms felt the warmth emanating from your skin. “And also, I want to do this more with you.”

Leaning down, Rintaro kissed you under the flickering lights of your hallway, the both of your lips stretching into a smile. In a way, you were thankful your friends tried setting you up with someone else, because if you’d known it would lead you to realizing your feelings for Rintaro, you would’ve asked him to date you a little earlier.

[loveriotss]

AQUARIUM DATES WITH HIM ⸻ izuku midoriya + katsuki bakugo + shoto todoroki

INCLUDES — gn! reader, fluff, crack, headcannons, drabbles, smau WARNINGS — swearing + the picture for the posts don’t depict your gender/race/outfit or anything like that, just the pose!

main masterlist — mha masterlist ༊*·˚

⌗ izuku midoriya 🐢

he is a big aquarium geek!! he WILL get tons of merch from the gift shop…

taking izuku midoriya to the aquarium was like taking a little kid to one. you sigh to yourself as you watch him zip from tank to tank, his face pressing up against the glass panes as he gasps in awe. “y/n look, it’s a jellyfish! apparently this one can..” and there he goes, rambling off about some facts he read about it. you honestly find it cute that he’s fascinated by everything. “izu let’s go check out the turtles!” you say, grabbing his hand as you drag him towards the exhibit. “look at that one!!” he exclaims happily as he points to one particularly large turtle that seemed to be lazily floating near the glass. the day continued on, each exhibit was wonderful but it wasn't until you two passed the gift shop that his enthusiasm reached a fever peak. "wow, look at that!" he exclaimed excitedly. "do you want to go in?" you asked as you giggled at his happiness to which he nods hurriedly. and finally, one whole hour later you two emerge from the shop, his arms piled high with bags. plush dolphins, keychains shaped like jellyfish, and a tiny replica of the aquarium’s most famous fish swayed with each step he took. "i think you didn't get enough stuff" you teased as the tip of his ears went red. ♡

⌗ katsuki bakugo 🦈

he thinks all the fish are ugly and weak (except the sharks).

going to the aquarium with katsuki bakugo was a whole ordeal. first you had to beg him to come and now you have to convince him that this is not a waste of time! "come on kats, at least pretend you like it here!" you say as you pull him along by his arm, resulting in him just grumbling more. "look at this stingray! isn't it so cute?” “that shit looks like it got run over by a fatass truck-” “KATSUKI!” you yell as you slapped your palm over his mouth before he could spill out more profanities. you give a weak apologetic smile to the mother nearby who had her hands clasped over her little daughter’s ears. “there are little kids here kats, watch your mouth.” you warn. “whatever. can we go see the sharks already” he mumbles back as he scans the area for the shark sign. your face breaks out into a soft smile as you giggle. “if you wanted to see the sharks that badly you could’ve just said so!” you exclaim before leading him towards the shark tank. at least he thought that this fish wasn’t a piece of shit. ♡

⌗ shoto todoroki 🦀

he likes the touch tanks.

aquarium dates with shoto todoroki were always quiet and peaceful until he decides to drop a bombshell on you or tell you one of his outrageous theories. you and shoto strolled through the aquarium, fingers interlocked as you two were now standing in front of a tank that held a particular fish with red and white scales. “look sho! this one is red and white, just like your hair!” you say pointing towards it. “do you think this fish also has traumatic family issues-“ “okay shoto that’s enough, let’s go somewhere else” you say hurriedly before taking him to another section of the aquarium. “no way, they have touch tanks!” you exclaim with excitement as you pull him towards the tanks, peering over the glass to look at the small critters. you look over to your side and see shoto, who’s so close to the water that it’s practically touching his face. “you can touch them you know” you say to him as you slowly put both his and your hand in the water, gently caressing the shell of a little red crab. the touch tank had shoto HOOKED and it took you a while to finally get him away from it. ♡ 

NOTE — just a silly idea that was in my head :3 lmk if y'all want other characters too! (preferably request 3 at a time). i had sm fun making this aaa

©loveriotss — all rights reserved to me. please don’t try to copy/steal my work. please do not use any of my ideas/translate my work without my permission.

[myrleius]

headfirst — zenin maki

zenin maki x smitten fem!reader│word count: 2k

synopsis: A kiss. With tongue. That’s all it was supposed to be. But yn panicking mid-makeout and accidentally headbutting Maki wasn’t exactly part of the plan.

cw/tags: female x female, fluff, suggestive themes, spicy but no smut, awkward firsts, light angst with comfort, established relationship

Maki had expected a lot of things from tonight.

Some hesitance. A few nerves. A lot of awkward fumbling. But yn squealing and shoving her hands in Maki’s face was something else entirely.

Neither of them were in any particular rush to push their relationship. They liked how they were. It was careful, safe, maybe a little clumsy, but it was solid. It gave them space to learn and time to trust each other.

Still, there were signs. Little ones.

The way yn’s breath hitched when Maki’s fingers brushed her arm. The way she’d chase Maki’s lips after a kiss, just for half a second longer. Or how her eyes darted away the second she got caught staring—too fast to be casual, but too obvious to ignore.

Maki looked too. She let her gaze linger, sometimes. On the curve of yn’s neck, the hint of her chest when she leaned forward, how her skirt rode up when she sat. She stayed quiet, being respectful, but yeah—she noticed.

But tonight was different.

Their usual late-night talks had veered there, and after a series of flushed, roundabout conversations (and approximately seven false starts), they’d agreed to take one small step forward.

A kiss. With tongue.

Simple in theory. Less so in practice.

“WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!”

Maki grunted as yn’s palm smacked straight into her face. She’d been hovering over her on the bed, close but not touching, when yn panicked.

“What? What’s wrong?” Maki caught yn’s wrists, gently pulling them down. Her brows furrowed as she scanned her face—was she hurt? Scared? “Hey. Talk to me.”

“Yeah—sorry! Just—just give me a second!” Yn sat up way too fast, colliding headfirst with Maki’s forehead.

Maki let out a groan, recoiling as she clutched her head. “Ow…”

“OH MY GOD, MAKI!!” yn shrieked, scrambling toward her. “I’m so sorry! Does it hurt? Crap. I can go get ice—wait, stay here—”

Before she could dart out of the dorm room, Maki’s fingers hooked around her wrist, yanking her back. “Don’t,” she said, still wincing a little. “It’s fine.”

Yn bit her lip, guilt written all over her face. She flicked on the bedside lamp, then cradled Maki’s cheeks, tilting her head to inspect the damage. “It’s not swelling,” she murmured, thumb brushing lightly over the spot. “Just… a little red.”

Maki huffed a laugh, leaning into her touch. “Told you. I’ll live.”

Yn let out a shaky exhale, her shoulders finally dropping. “Okay,” she whispered. “Okay...”

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then, slowly, Maki reached out and took yn’s hands in hers, giving them a small squeeze. Her expression softened as she leaned in, resting her still-throbbing forehead against yn’s shoulder.

“You good?” she murmured, her lips brushing softly against yn’s skin, making her shiver. “You kind of lost it there. Did I… do something?”

“What? No!” Yn pulled back just enough to Maki’s gaze, her own eyes wide with insistence. “Of course not. You were amazing, Maki! It’s just… me.” She turned away, cheeks flushing.

That only made Maki worry more. The last thing she ever wanted was for yn to feel uncomfortable around her. But she didn’t push.

She shifted back, just enough to give her space. “If you ever want to talk about it… I’m here,” she said, voice softer than she meant it to be.

Yn pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged them, hesitant. “It’s just silly.”

“Still listening.” She smiled faintly and leaned back, eyes tracing the cracks in the ceiling. “Besides, it’s not like this would be the first time you’ve gone off about something. You literally spent twenty minutes earlier explaining how mudskippers are the only fish that can breathe on land, babe. Did I tell you to shut up? No.”

That got a laugh out of yn. She looked at her again. “Hey! That was important information,” she protested, her usual playful lilt returning.

“And so’s whatever’s bothering you.”

Yn paused, taken aback. Then, she shook her head with a quiet, amused sigh. “I can never win against you, can I?”

Maki’s grin widened. “Don’t take it personally. Nobody can.”

Yn rolled her eyes and gave Maki’s shoulder a playful shove. “Okay, but you have to promise not to laugh.”

“That depends,” Maki said immediately. When yn shot her a glare, she raised her hands in mock surrender. “Fine, fine. I’ll try my best.”

She shifted, pulling her legs up onto the bed and crossing them, her full attention now on yn.

Yn hesitated, fiddling with the hem of her shirt. “I freaked out because… well, you’re like�� really hot.”

A pause.

Then, Maki blinked. “That’s it?”

“It’s not just ‘it’!” Yn sat up with a scowl, her ears already red. “It’s the way you looked at me! With your stupid sharp jawline and your stupid perfect eyes and your voice doing that thing—and then you leaned in and I just—my brain stopped working, okay?!”

Maki raised an eyebrow, half amused, half flattered. “My… voice?”

“You know what you sound like,” yn accused, pointing at her. “It was all low and soft and kind of bossy but in a sexy kind of way. And your hands! You have really nice hands, Maki. Like, offensively attractive. You could strangle me and I’d say thank you.”

Maki burst out laughing, nearly tipping over. “Wow. Someone’s got it bad.”

Yn groaned and hid her face again. “This is your fault! You made me say it.”

“Oh, I’m definitely not complaining,” Maki said through her laughter.

But even with her teasing, something tugged gently at her chest.

She had never thought of herself that way. Not once. Words like “pretty” or “gorgeous” had never belonged to her—especially not growing up in the Zenin clan, where power was currency and softness was a flaw. She was all rough edges and hard-earned pride. She knew that. But hearing yn speak about her like this—dramatic, flustered, sincere—it made her feel… beautiful. Remarkable even.

Maki scooted close, wrapping her arms gently around yn and pulling her into a hug. 

“Thanks” she murmured, her voice quiet. A blush crept up her cheeks. “No one’s ever said anything like that to me before. Ever.”

Yn froze, just for a moment, before slipping her arms around Maki’s waist and holding her tight. She didn’t speak right away, like she was giving Maki space to let it sit.

Then, softly, “Do you… wanna talk about it?”

A small smile tugged at Maki’s lips. She appreciated yn’s gentle approach, her instinct to ask without pushing. She shook her head.

“Not right now,” she said. “Maybe next time.”

Still, knowing yn would worry, Maki pulled back slightly and reached up to cup her cheeks, her thumbs brushing gently over her skin. “What you said… it was enough.”

Yn looked at her for a moment, something thoughtful flickering in her eyes, like she had more to say. But then she just nodded, choosing instead to lean into Maki’s touch.

Maki was quietly grateful for that. She didn’t need pity. Didn’t need to dig up old wounds tonight.

Yn pulled back slightly, her face still pressed with warmth from Maki’s touch. “Well,” she said, voice lighter now, “I feel like we accidentally unlocked your tragic backstory instead of, y’know… making out.”

Maki snorted. “Sorry. Trauma dumping was not on the itinerary.”

“I don’t mind.” Yn grinned. “It was weirdly hot. Like, objectively.”

Maki raised an eyebrow. “That turns you on?”

“Unfortunately, yeah. You’ve hit the deadly combo,” yn said with mock seriousness, then held up her fingers as if counting. “Tall, intimidating, secretly soft, allergic to feelings? My exact type.”

Maki gave her a long, amused look. “Do you need a minute to get this out of your system?”

“No, I’m good.” Then, a beat. “Okay, maybe one more thing—your arms in that tank top. Just… wow.”

Maki laughed, full and unguarded. She leaned in slightly, their knees brushing. “You done?”

An impish grin. “I might require mouth-to-mouth to recover.”

A chuckle. “You sure you won’t smack my face this time? Or headbutt me?”

Yn’s smile faltered, replaced by a full-blown blush. “I already said I was sorry! And you said you’re fine.”

“I did,” Maki said softly. She let her hand fall back to yn’s knee, lingering. “And for the record… I still want to kiss you.”

The room fell quiet again, but this time, it was a different kind of silence. It was warm and… expectant.

Yn’s eyes flicked to her lips. “With tongue?”

Maki smirked. “Obviously.”

The word lingered in the air between them, sparking something electric. But even then, she didn’t rush.

Her gaze moved over yn’s face—flushed cheeks, wide eyes, lips parted just slightly—and she felt her chest tighten, not just with want, but with something gentler.

She leaned in slowly, giving yn time to pull away if she wanted to. 

But she didn’t. 

Her breath hitched, just enough to be noticeable, and Maki took it as a yes.

The first kiss was careful, soft. Her lips brushed against yn’s like a question. And when yn answered by leaning in just the slightest bit more, Maki smiled against her mouth.

It was sweet, familiar. Less of a kiss and more of a greeting.

Maki moved her hand up, cupping yn’s cheek, her thumb sweeping gently over her skin. She could feel how warm she was, how tense her jaw still held. So she didn’t deepen it right away. She just kissed her again, slow and steady, letting her get used to it.

But then… yn whimpered. Quiet and wanting. And that changed everything.

A slow heat coiled in Maki’s stomach. She tilted her head, kissed her again, but this time, her tongue slid forward. Testing. Tasting.

Yn squeaked, the sound soft and surprised. But she didn’t pull away.

Instead, she melted.

Her fingers fisted in the front of Maki’s tank top, and Maki exhaled sharply against her lips. The tension in her spine melted away, replaced by a flickering, ticklish charge—like fingertips skimming up, sparking little bursts of heat with every inch.

She kissed her deeper, letting her tongue sweep slow and deliberate, drinking in every soft gasp and needy pull.

And then yn tugged at her—clumsy, eager—and Maki followed, letting herself be pulled down until they tipped back into the bed in a mess of limbs and laughter and flushed skin.

“Ow—your elbow—”

“Sorry, sorry—”

Maki laughed, already breathless. They were tangled, half on top of each other, wide-eyed and utterly dazed.

God, she’s gorgeous.

Not just her lips or her skin or the sweet curve of her hips—though, yeah, those were definitely doing things to her—but it was the way yn looked at her. Like she trusted her completely. Like she’d give her everything, just because it was Maki.

And that turned her on more than anything.

Maki dipped her head again, stealing another kiss from her. This time, hard.

All that careful tenderness from before burned away in an instant, replaced by something hungrier. Her hand slid down to yn’s waist, gripping tight as their mouths crashed together. Their teeth clinked, breaths hitched.

She could feel yn’s fingers digging into her shoulders, could hear the soft, breathy whimper against her mouth, and it only made her want more. She kissed her like she couldn’t get close enough, like maybe if she pressed hard enough, she could melt right into her.

By the time she pulled away, they were both panting.

Maki leaned her forehead against yn’s, trying to catch her breath.

But yn was still looking at her. Her eyes were glazed, lips red and swollen, chest rising and falling in ragged, shallow bursts. Then, barely audible, she whispered, “... Again?”

Maki’s throat tightened. Something about the way she said it—so willing, voice fraying—nearly undid her.

She nodded. “Again.”

And she surged forward.

Her lips found yn’s with a kind of reckless focus, all tongue and heat and dizzy friction. Her fingers slid beneath the hem of yn’s shirt, exploring the warm skin at her waist. A quiet moan slipped out—Maki didn’t even know if it was hers or yn’s.

Probably both.

They tumbled deeper into the bed, hands grasping, hips shifting, lost in the press of mouths and the quickening thrum of want.

It was messy. It was overwhelming.

And it was only the beginning.

[c0ffee-crypt1d]

Argh, I love this game so much, and i have a shit tone of headcannons and enough minor theories to start a whole ass youtuber career.

I really need to start using shit like Discord and find people I can talk about it...

... for now, I would like to point out how Arlechinno's ph1 weapons essentially make up the two halfs of the puppet ripper

Fish hook = spring handle

Saw blade = bladed sickle

(Puppet ripper bio)

If it was what he used when first facing the legendary stalker then it explains both why he didn't have it after being desctroyed & rebuilt (he lost it), as well as now adding the contextual link to why we get it from trading Romeo's ergo. As the dlc handily shows us how much they're aquainted with one another.

[anexistingexistence]

Recently thought this up don't ask questions because I can't answer them-

Asher was David's first kiss

Milo was David's first crush

Darlin' was David's first time (and by extension his first hook-up)

Asher bragged about this at a pack get-together as adults, Milo never found out and Darlin' just kept going "No you weren't" whenever Asher proclaimed that he was David's first without providing further explanation. When Asher finally gets enough and sarcastically asks, "How would you know anyway? I feel like if anyone, I would have best friend knowing privileges in the matter, thank you very much ù-ú" Darlin' just grins at him like "All I'll say is that I know who his first choice would have been :)" with a pointed glance at Milo, who is busy fishing a hair out of his drink or something and is oblivious to the discussion at hand. Sam and Angel both witnessed the whole thing and are now stringing together conspiracy theories.

[teamcavota]

50 milo murphy's law facts

5 not so fun and 45 fun!

Not so fun to start!

The only Milo Murphy's Law official merchandise is a notebook released in Japan for the MML X PNF crossover.

Disney actually apologized to Dan (and I assume Swampy) for the treatment of Milo Murphy's Law. Dan has expressed frustration at the MMLs treatment before, citing the Hiatus between s1 and s2 and the fact it did not air on the main Disney Channel.

Doof appears in more episodes than Cavendish and Dakota in s2 (this is the real reason we needed a s3). Also, while PNF/Doof stuff was planned from the start, Disney did push for more PNF.

When season 2 was airing, new episodes would randomly be released in other countries.

Milo was cut from CATU due to a feeling from Disney that audiences would not recognize his cameo.

ok LAME ones out of the way

On the first drawing of Milo there are three names beside it: Milo, Mikey, and...Monty. As you probably know the Mikey one got pretty far and is the name used in the pitch bible (and was referenced with "I am Mikey!".) The reason Mikey was changed to Milo was not a creative choice, but because there was a popular YouTuber named "Mikey Murphy."

Speaking of, Milo was also just going to be another character apart of a different pitch, but Dan kept thinking he should go into his own show. He went to Swampy and asked him what he thought of Milo (at the time Mikey) and the idea of a show about Murphys Law. it took them about an hour to come up with the concept pitch.

You can find several of MML song dubbings on YouTube and other platforms. Most notably the Japanese version (マイロ・マーフィーの法則) highly worth checking out. Fun fact in a fun fact, Doof and Dakota also share the same voice actor in this dubbing.

In re-airings of some of the first MML episodes, second versions were made that included Cavendish and Dakota in the background.

Yes, Melissa was originally going to feel the lasting effects of the pistachion uprising by remaining looking like one instead of Bradley having his arm turned into a vine. This would have been a source of conflict for her in season 2, but in the end they felt it was too much of a change. As far as Bradley's plant arm it was originally only going to come out sometimes before it was changed to being a constant thing. He does have feeling in this arm.

The Island of Lost Dakota's was going to include a scene with merman Dakota's ("merkotas"). There was also going to be "mutation" Dakotas, such as ones with multiple heads.

There exists a live action version of the Milo Murphy's Law theme song. well, sorta, watch it

Before Milo came out Dwampy made the song "we're gonna do it again."

MML was originally set to debut in early 2017.

Weird Al did not originally come to mind for Milo. One of the idea voices they had was Noah Z Jones (Fish Hooks). They auditioned hundreds of people for Milo, but many had issues such as sounding too nervous in their lines. It wasn't until Alex Hirsch (Gravity Falls) posted a photo with Weird Al that Dwampy realized he'd be perfect for the role.

Sara is based on a friend of Dwampy.

In tune with the popular headcanon/fan theory, it's possible they did actually consider making Cavendish a descendant of Milo. When Cavendish was going to agree he also liked Milo, he was going to say he was his descendant. *this may have also just been a joke line

Milo and Cavendish are meant to mirror eachother in the fact Milo deals with Murphy's Law and Cavendish is the "author of his own misery" in regards to things going wrong.

Another thing they considered was the possibility of Dakota and Cavendish being in a romantic relationship, but they ultimately decided they wanted them to have them represent a strong male friendship.

The Milo Murphys Law crew did keep up a fanart and concept art wall. Here, here, and here are some photos.

There was a baby Cavenpus cut from final productions.

There are no official ages for Dakota and Cavendish. Dan has said he believes Cavendish to be older, while Joshua Pruett has said he believes Dakota to be the older one and by a bit of a margin.

Pistachios came to be a thing in the show because a son of some of Dan's neighbors had been allergic to specifically pistachios. They needed an idea for the larger plot and somehow those two came together. (Swampy also notes it's a funny word).

Several of the scripts for MML storyboarders included just the words, "and Murphy's Law happened."

Dan has made at least one Vinnie Dakota dedicated Tiktok similar to his Doof ones.

The Doof and Dakota lines were recorded together, back and forth.

Melissa was going to have a hamster nemesis named Ham. In the Pitch Bible the name wasn't included, but it's explained it was a pet class hamster that would always escape and end up on her things.

The secret handshake Milo and Zack do in scream-a-tourium was intended to be longer.

The studio executive for MML originally thought The Island of Lost Dakota's was a joke idea until he read the script.

There was a MML kids menu at Disneyland circa 2016.

Dakota and Cavendish were originally not in the shows ideas, nor was any B-plot, but being used to it in PNF the writers room felt they "needed something to cut away to"

Joshua Pruett pitched for the MML x PNF crossover for where when Milo opened his backpack to pull out the thing he needed to save the world it'd be...Phineas and Ferb.

Dakota is the reason parking tickets exist, as he can be a bit careless about leaving time vehicles all over the place. Dakota is proud of this.

Melissa's likeness and name is based on Dan's daughter Meli, as to sorta "balance out" Isabella also being based on his other daughter.

They considered a twist where Bob Block would be an alien wearing a face mask.

"Cavendish Farms" is an episode that never came to be pitched by Pruett where in order to track Cavendish Dakota would try to duplicate Cavendish, though none of them would quite be Cavendish. One of the Cavendishs would have a heart to heart with Dakota, while Doof would ultimately call out Dakota for what he's doing and tell Dakota "you already know what he would do." dwampy rejected this idea because this was a bad idea, to which pruett felt that is exactly why Dakota would have tried it. if renewed, pruett would have tried to convince them more on it.

Chop Away at My Heart was originally called "Jump Jump Jump" and was made for another project by one of Dan's friends. After Dan have asked to transform it into something else for Milo, Joshua Pruett suggested a "Lumberjack themed boyband" in the script.

unfortunate split for character block limit

Dakotas voice was inspired by Elvis Costello. It's also the harder voice for Dan in comparison to Doof.

Mark Hamill originally auditioned to play a teacher on the show, but Dwampy liked his audition so much they decided he'd better fit Mr. Block.

In the MML pitch bible it is stated, "Mikey has a destiny to fulfill, something vital to the future of the planet." The goal of Cavendish and Dakota would be to make sure he stays on the right path.

There IS a full version of We're Going to the Zoo, which was played by Dan in this interview at 3:00:30. Several MML songs have had full versions leaked, implying this is probably the case for some other songs too.

Like several other characters, Sara in the MML pitch bible was different from her show counterpart, being "a hipster like Thora Butch in Ghost World."

The song "A World Without Milo" is based on the song "Happy Together" by "The Turtles"

Almost every character, including creatures or minor one-offs had a name in the script. An example is "Pia," the name of the poodle Diogee falls in love with.

In regards to when Dakota talks about cutting through the Mesozoic in First Impressions and the fact it is illogical, Dan says this is likely just Dakota being Dakota (aka, it was a mistake), and not every such line should be taken serious.

In a deleted "Snow Way Out" line it was confirmed that the raccoon in Going the Extra Milo and Fungus Among Us is recurring raccoon.

Brick and Savannah were going to have a role in the crossover.

Story ideas from the MML pitch bible that never came to include a beach episode, a Friday the 13 episode, and an episode where Cavendish and Dakota try convincing Milo to take a self defense class leading to conflict with a hidden ninja gang.

For unspecified characters (probably multiple different sets) Pruett wrote in hugs that were cut by (mostly) Dan. In response, he says he "put 4 in so at least 1 stays."

S3 would have likely included: A third Block (yes, still voiced by Mark Hamill and a Block "family meeting"), Milo creating the universe, Dakota and Cavendish getting the promotion they wanted but being unsatisfied, Elliot cleverly being connected to the overarching plot, AU exploration (akin to pnf) including an episode where Dr Zone is real, and a conclusion to the Prof Time arc. The overarching plot would have been the "biggest yet."

credits to: danvillecheese for suggestions + encouragement, cheetochild989 for facts the fact about going to the zoo and a world without milo, the 2nd dimension on YouTube, my hamsterward friends, and of course all the talented people who worked on MML :3

[donethedevilspedicure]

Thinking about an AU where Stan becomes a sailor instead. Maybe after a couple of years at sea, he falls in love with another country, leaves service, and decides to make a life for himself somewhere hot and slightly off grid. He has a knack for languages and can charm the crap out of people if he wants to, so he manages to get in kahoots with a local mayor and gets a job fixing cars or scooters. He's probably held in some esteem for being an American mechanic. In general, he keeps a lot to himself and doesn't really bother with the rest of the town.

Stan has a great and simple life, even if his heart is tugging at him all through his twenties. As he nears 30, it becomes easier to bite down that vacuum-like longing, and its fishing hooks bothers him less each day. He of course still thinks about robbing the city's safe and run like hell or high water back to America, every single day, at least once an hour. He never marries.

When he turns 30, he gets drunk to celebrate (feel less). Drunk enough to ignore the strangers coming to the town, asking questions in fancy voices, in Stan's mother language that he hasn't heard live for years.

Meanwhile, Ford is on an expedition to this very corner of the Earth, his heart in his throat. His newly funded Department of Anomalies consists of himself and the janitor cleaning his shoe box office each Friday, and everything – his future, the future of the study of anomalies as a natural science – hinges on this field study going well. He's already knees deep in expenses, and the research department absolutely did not believe him, when he showed them his prototype of an anomaly detector and explained that it picks up unnatural activity like it was seismicity.

This unassuming village on the other side of the planet from his office screamed at him. There's something below the earth, something wrong. Something that's only been growing steadily over the past few months, and if Ford is right, it's a matter of time before it turns from theory to phenomenon.

[odinsblog]

[shoggoth-the-bitch]

So I've seen a few posts at this point suggesting the theory that Arthur's lighter might have something to do with the Black Stone Arthur and John are being sent to find by Kayne. Well I have some additional thoughts to add to the idea.

I think it's a really solid theory. Kayne can't see the stone and he always seems to forget about the lighter. And at this point Arthur has pointed out that Kayne has forgotten the lighter at least twice I believe. They also keep making it a point that Arthur just kinda randomly remembers it in his pocket. It just feels like that really want us to remember that the lighter is there, without saying out right that it's important beyond being a source of fire and light.

Personally, I think maybe the lighter might even have the stone inside of it. Like maybe it's just really small? Or maybe it just has a fragment of the stone inside of it? The lighter did, after all, belong to Roland Cummings, who found himself in the Dreamlands and is now apparently in the Dark World. Roland could have found the stone and hid it because he knew it was an object of power.

And the stone might also be the reason that Arthur is able to handle being a host for John/Yellow. Like, Kayne keeps wracking his brain about what makes Arthur special but what if there isn't actually anything special about him specifically? What if it's just the result of his exposure to the stone? Maybe that's way Larson was dying after only a few days of being a host to Yellow, even though Arthur survived literally both of them for roughly five or six months at this point.

More than that, does anyone else think Arthur heals really fast? Like, I know some of his healing is due to magical forces protecting him and part of it is the magic of story telling. But the man is riddled with scars, from wounds that seem to heal impossibly fast. Like, Arthur set his own broken legs only for them to immediately heal. It's implied that Kayne healed them but why would he? He clearly found his struggles funny. And being gored by the monster in the mines? Yeah, John patched him up but some thread from his jacket and some fishing hooks wouldn't have fixed him up that fast. He was running and squeezing through tight spaces in no time at all. By the time that got to New York the wound was entirely forgotten about.

This is all to say, I think the stone is protecting Arthur to some degree. I don't think it could keep him from dying but I think is helps him heal faster and might even give him a bit of luck. I did point out a while ago but Arthur does seem to be one lucky son of bitch given that he keeps taking near fatal wounds but seems to live through each one. He's covered in scars but not one injury has stuck yet.

And I think that's all because he's carrying the stone with him and literally no one knows. Maybe it's even something divine in nature? The cultist used the Grey Stone to get what they wanted but what if in a way that's how the lighter works too? "This too shall pass." They constantly quote the line, like a mantra that they entrust their blind faith into. Almost certainly something an object of power would latch onto and use almost as a form of worship and reverence.

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

The Mariachi Uso - Jhea

People’ id sing Beyoncé for: @spiicii @maineventabbey @acknowledge-reigns @xxwhatcouldhavebeenxx @love4brutality @isabella-2025 @minteagalaxea @cheappop

Jey wasn’t eavesdropping on purpose.

He was just vibing, humming “Play That Funky Music” to himself, ice bucket in hand… until he heard Dom’s stupid little whisper-voice echoing from around the corner.

“Yeah, bro. I hired the band already. She loves Selena. I’m having them do ‘I Could Fall In Love.’ It’s gonna be so romantic.”

Jey froze mid-step.

Dom kept going.

“I’m setting them up right outside her hotel window. Like old-school. Notebook vibes. I think after this, she’s gonna see me differently.”

Jey’s brain short-circuited. He dropped the ice bucket. Ice scattered across the carpet like emotional shrapnel.

Notebook vibes?!

Mariachi band?!

SELENA?!

That was a bold choice. Selena was sacred. That was power-move-tier music. That was not for a man with a rat tail and no beard.

Jey ducked back around the corner and yanked out his phone with trembling fingers.

THE BLOODLINE🩸

Jey: emergency

Jey: CODE RED

Jey: DOM IS SERENADING RHEA

Jey: A MARIACHI BAND

Jey: HE’S DOING SELENA

Jimmy: bro what

Sami: you okay??

Solo: tf kind of sidequest is that

Jey: he’s doing “I COULD FALL IN LOVE” OUTSIDE HER WINDOW

Roman: why do you care

Jey: because she’s MY girl

Roman: didn’t she hook up with you at her birthday party?

Jimmy: yeah u said she rode you like a monster truck

Sami: that was a direct quote

Solo: you made us high-five you

Jey: THAT’S NOT THE POINT

Jey: dom thinks he still has a chance

Jey: he still looks at her like she’s his soulmate and I can’t take that risk

Jey: HE’S USING SELENA. THIS IS WAR.

Jey: we can’t let this happen

Jey: if he wins emotionally he wins sexually! I can’t let that happen! She sucked the soul out of my dick…

Roman: tf do you need from us then

Jey: something that will make me do your laundry for a YEAR

Jimmy: hold up

Jimmy: like my sweaty gear bags??

Jey: yes

Jimmy: my fish taco socks??

Jey: YES

Solo: I’m listening

Sami: you don’t even do your own laundry

Jey: that’s why it’s a BIG OFFER

Roman: u better be dying

Jey: I AM. HEARTBREAK IS DEATH

Roman: what’s the plan

Jey: WE STEAL THE BAND

Solo: you want us to…

Jimmy: hijack a live mariachi band

Jey: YES. intercept them BEFORE they get to Rhea’s room. put on the outfits.

Jey: I’ll take lead. Sami sings. Solo holds the trumpet. Roman just stand there. intimidating. sexy.

Roman: u lucky I’m bored

Jimmy: Mariachi Uso boutta go platinum

Sami: I hope you know “I Could Fall In Love” has falsetto

Jey: I’ve BEEN in falsetto since Dom said “Notebook vibes”

—

8:37 PM

The van door slid open and five mariachi musicians stepped out, dressed to slay, instruments shining under the streetlights.

Jey adjusted his hoodie and stepped forward, nervous.

Before he could even open his mouth—

One of the band members gasped and shouted:

“¡ROMÁN REIGNS!”

The whole band lost it.

The violinist grabbed his phone. The trumpet guy dropped his mouthpiece. One of them literally pointed at Roman like he was seeing Cher and the Pope at the same time.

“El Jefe Tribal!”

“El Campeón más sexy!”

“Dios mío, es EL REIGNS.”

Roman blinked. “What the fuck?”

Jey whispered, “Uce… you’re over in Mexico.”

The leader of the band stepped forward, breathless.

“For you, Señor Reigns? We give you everything. Our jackets. Our instruments. Our souls.”

Roman shrugged. “Cool.”

Ten minutes later: Costumes exchanged. Guitars tuned. The real band is chilling in catering with backstage passes and a gift bag of Bloodline merch.

Jimmy was holding a vihuela like it was a baby.

Solo kept plucking one string and nodding like he understood music theory.

Sami was standing beside a man named Ernesto, getting a crash course in how to seduce vocally in A minor.

“Breathe like you love her,” Ernesto whispered, clutching Sami’s chest.

“I don’t love her,” Sami said.

“Then fake it, gringo.”

Meanwhile, Jey stood in front of the mirror of a parked SUV, adjusting the tight mariachi blazer over his chest.

“Okay,” one of the musicians asked, “what song do you want to perform?”

Jey didn’t hesitate.

“Young Forever. Beyoncé and Jay-Z.”

Jimmy choked. “Uce… that’s not even Mexican.”

Roman blinked. “That’s not even MARIA—”

“TRUST ME.”

Jey looked up at the hotel, wind hitting his mullet dramatically.

“This is about legacy. About love. About showing up and showing out.”

He held the mic like it was a promise and whispered:

“I’m Jay-Z. She’s Beyoncé. Dom is just a fan.”

—

Dom perked up, grinning like a kid who just got his Hogwarts letter, listening to the distant music,

“Hey… sounds like someone got you something.”

Rhea looked up from her phone, visibly annoyed. “Huh?”

“Outside. That’s probably the mariachi band I… a friend set up for you.”

She raised an eyebrow. “You got me a band?”

Dom sat up straighter, puffing his chest. “You know… I mean… yeah.”

Rhea, already losing interest by the second, sighed and walked to the window. She cracked it open.

The sound hit instantly:

“Let’s dance in style,

Let’s dance for a while…”

Rhea squinted. “…is that Beyoncé ?”

Dom frowned. “What the fuck..”

He leaned over her shoulder.

“Heaven can wait, we’re only watching the skies

Hoping for the best but expecting the worst

Are you gonna drop the bomb or not?”

Jey, in a tight-ass mariachi jacket, was singing his heart out like he was fighting demons on the X Factor stage. Voice wobbling. Notes crumbling. Emotions high. It was the kind of performance that made you wince and root for him.

Dom’s face dropped. “That’s… that’s not my band…”

Rhea covered her mouth.

Not from emotion.

From laughter.

Because this was deranged.

Because Jey sounded like he was being waterboarded in falsetto.

Because she was obsessed.

And then—

“Let us die young or let us live forever

We don’t have the power, but we never say never

Sitting in a sandpit, life is a short trip

The music’s for the sad man…”

That’s when the rest of the Bloodline joined in:

“FOREVER YOUNG!!

I WANNA BE…

FOREVER YOUNG!!

DO YOU REALLY WANT TO LIVE FOREVER?!

FOREVER!

AND EVERRRR!!”

Jimmy doing backup vocals with too much hip.

Solo hitting wrong notes but full commitment.

Sami attempting to do an interpretive dance.

Roman in sunglasses, arms crossed, mouthing the words with zero passion but god-tier intimidation.

Dom stepped back from the window like he’d just watched his dreams get dropkicked by his own father.

“He… he STOLE my serenade!!!”

Rhea leaned further out the window.

“I think I like this version better.”

Dom’s face was stuck between shock, rage, and total public humiliation. He backed away from the window slowly.

“No. No no no. He did not just Beyoncé-block me with a mariachi remix.”

Rhea turned slightly. “I don’t remember asking you to do anything, Dom.”

That was the final nail.

Dom pulled out his phone, shaking with anger.

“Finn. JD. Damian. You at the gym?” He whispered angrily.

“Yeah?”

“They’re here. Outside Rhea’s window. The Bloodline. Playing music. Wearing mariachi suits. I need backup. Take them out.” Dom ordered silently.

“…be there in 3.”

Dom stormed out of the room like a man possessed. He didn’t even close the door behind him.

—

Jey was glowing. Sweating. His jacket was two buttons away from exploding off his chest. The crowd of random hotel guests that had formed on the lawn were cheering. He looked up at Rhea.

“Did you like it?” he called out breathlessly.

She smiled, leaning on the windowsill like goth version of Juliet in fishnets.

“You sounded like you were being choked by love… but yeah. I liked it.”

Jey clutched his chest. “Mami. I meant every word.”

And just as he opened his mouth to finally say it—

BANG.

The gym doors behind them flew open.

Damian Priest, Finn Bálor, and JD McDonagh stormed the courtyard like it was WarGames.

Finn pointed. “You stole our performance at her birthday!”

JD: “Now you’re ruining Dom’s chances.”

Jimmy: “Oh shit.”

Solo: “They’re in gym shorts. That means they’re serious.”

Jey turned to the others. “Uce—we got incoming.”

Sami ripped off his mariachi sash. “Battle-ready.”

Roman sighed. “Should’ve stayed inside.”

The Judgment Day charged.

Jey turned to Rhea one last time.

Breathless. Glowing. Finally brave.

“I LOVE YOU. I BEEN IN LOVE WITH YOU. I FELL IN LOVE WHEN YOU HIT ME WITH THE BRIEFCASE ON ACCIDENT. I’D LET YOU DO IT AGAIN. OKAY BYE—”

And then he dropkicked JD straight into the violin stand.

The first dive was done by Solo, naturally.

He didn’t hesitate. No warning. Just sprinted toward Damian and shoulder-tackled him into the decorative fountain like a linebacker with anger issues.

SPLASH.

Damian came up soaked, mascara running, screaming in rage like an angry raccoon.

“YOU RUINED MY EYE LINER!”

From there?

All hell broke loose.

Jimmy picked up a mariachi guitar, screamed “THIS IS FOR SELENA” and smashed it over JD’s back, sending splinters everywhere. JD yelled in Irish and tried to suplex him into a bush.

Sami used a tambourine as a shield while Finn swung at him with a busted trumpet. Every time Sami blocked, it jingled like a Christmas fight scene.

“YOU STOLE OUR BAND!”

“YOU STOLE HIS GIRL!”

“WELL SHE STOLE MY HEART!!” Sami shouted, ducking a punch and spinning.

Roman just stood there, watching, sipping from someone’s left-behind mimosa, not even trying.

A little girl watching from a balcony whispered, “That’s the boss.”

Jey and Dom circled each other like two guys about to slapbox in a Walmart parking lot.

Dom yelled, “You always ruin everything for me!”

Jey yelled back, “YOU WERE GONNA RUIN SELENA!”

Then Dom lunged—and Jey tripped him with a trumpet case.

Dom went flying. Hit the fountain.

Landed on top of Damian.

Who screamed again.

“GET YOUR SOGGY ASS OFF ME!”

Meanwhile, Rhea watched from her window like a goth goddess surveying the fall of Rome.

She sipped her drink. “Idiots.”

A hotel manager stood below her window looking pale. “Ma’am… do you… know them?”

She nodded. “Biblically.”

The man walked away.

A tourist couple filmed everything on their iPad.

“Is this a flash mob?”

“No, I think it’s performance art.”

Eventually, the police showed up.

And then the fire department.

Rhea came downstairs.

In slippers. Hoodie. No makeup. Still the hottest person alive.

Everyone froze.

The Bloodline paused mid-fight.

Judgment Day groaned in defeat.

She walked up to Jey—now holding a mic stand like a battle spear—and kissed him.

Right there. In front of everyone.

Even Roman blinked.

Rhea pulled away and said: “That was the worst singing I’ve ever heard. I loved it.”

Jey beamed. “So uh… are we dating now?”

“Shut up before I change my mind.”

[cryptid-quest]

Cryptid of the Day: Hook Island Sea Serpent

Description: The subject of one of the most convincing photos ever taken of a sea serpent, the Hook Island Sea Serpent photo was taken in December of 1964 by Robert Le Serrec while in Stonehaven Bay, Hook Island, Queensland. Theories range from the Great Sea Serpent to a massive, yet misidentified school of fish.  

[whorediaries-09]

you ain't ready for your day shift;

pairing- alt!will graham x intern!fem!reader warning(s)- descriptions of murder, mentions of suicide, blood. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- i got this idea from an instagram reel. i'll tag the creator when i remember their username.

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his forehead rested on the cool bathroom tile. he could still smell the faint coppery scent of blood on his hands. he could still feel it. seeping through the cracks of his fingers, blood. he'd gotten a little careless, lately. wearing no gloves. because he'd wanted to feel it. wanted to feel the last moments of the bastard that had been running around in your head for the past few weeks.

the water was cold, sliding down his back, washing off blood and grime. he could remember the knife sliding into his victim's back. carving out wings from the flesh. he remembered putting the fishing hooks into the flesh, hanging the bleeding body up like a morsel. like the vision of his victim. buddish's believes, of being righteous. transforming his victim's into angels, because he believed that he was doing god's work. purifying.

his hand slid down his torso. it hurt. his hand wasn't enough. it never would be enough, not until he'd had you. safe, tucked away into his arms. not until your head was empty, besides the thought of him running around in your brain like a mantra. not until the life in your arms dimmed down as he made you kneel down in front of him, looking up at him like he was all that was right in the world.

he gritted his teeth, hand fisting around his cock. precum leaked from the tip. the musk of his arousal hung in the their, as he slid his hand up and down. nice and slow. thinking about you. how it would feel like, to have your mouth around his cock. his hands fisting your hair, as he pushed your mouth down to the base of his shaft. he'd watch as the tears spilled from your lips. he'd watch the drool slid down your body. he'd watch you buck your hips, trying to attain some sort of friction to calm your own arousal.

up and down. his core stirred. his stomach tightened. he felt his balls, hot and heavy clench as his imagination drove him to the brink of insanity. he imagined your garbled groans. he imagined you hitting his thigh, trying to push him away. he imagined your throat muscles constricting around the tip of his cock as he abused it. violated it.

'y-yes...fuck...god,' he whimpered. his legs shook, chest heaved. he pressed his front further against the bathroom tile, fucking his fist with more fervor.

*-

you were naive. for a fbi intern, quite naive. or perhaps, just unaware. it was quite the pleasure, watching you sleep. knowing that in a few hours, you'd be woken up by your phone, crawford on the line, barking at you to drive to farm where he's hung budish's body.

he watched your chest rise and fall, labored breathes leaving your lips. you breathed quiet when you slept. the sheets tucked underneath your chin.

his hands itched. itched for the feeling of your skin. itched to touch and feel and explore. every scar, every mole and every damn spot on your body. like a map, he wanted to read you. remember you, thoroughly, by heart, like a poem.

he moved across your bedroom, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet on the floor. he was protecting you, he thought. protecting you from anybody who might be out for you. protecting you from anybody who might want to harm you. he was being your guardian angel.

he sat down on the stool that sat adjacent to your dresser. his eyes darted around the neatly kept items. nail clippers, the fbi badge, bottles of perfumes and body mists, moisturizer, sunscreen, body lotion, lip balms, brushes, and combs. his reflection stared back at him from the polished mirror.

moving across the bedroom, he sat down on your study table. it was messy, with papers sprawled all across the wooden desk. diaries full of notes and theories. pens scattered across, their refills exhausted. all of them written in a hurried scribble. all of them about him. about the 'copycat killer'. all of them about the murders he committed. all your thoughts about him.

your mind wanted to leave. that's why you wrote so much down. but it never ended. it never would. you would only think about him. he'd make sure of it. he'd make sure that you'd suffocate on the thoughts of him. he'd make sure you would. and if it hurt to breathe, he'd open the windows.

but he'd never let you go. nights would pass quicker than the days would. you'd show up to work in the same clothes, never ready for your day shift. he'd make sure you were drained, exhausted, thinking about him. thinking about him, but never knowing him.

he'd do anything to consume your thoughts. he'd cross every line to invade your brain. he was willing to do anything and everything to stay in your brain.

because you belonged to him.

*-

abel gideon's body hung from a rope. in the same abandoned observatory where jack had received the phone call from. the one where the team had found miriam lass' severed arm. the card next to it which said 'what do you see?'

you stood closer to him than usual. camera clicking away the stature of gideon's body.

'i don't think it was suicide, agent graham,' you spoke, quiet. as if telling him a secret. he watched the others search. of course it wasn't, he thought. i killed him.

'no? why'd you think so?' he questioned. always the stance of your mentor and guide. he liked it. he liked how you listened to his theories. he liked how your attention never wavered when he spoke, as if you were grasping onto every word he was speaking. as if he was the pinnacle of knowledge for you. as if you admired him.

'because...it..look, gideon just killed a goddamn nurse so he could escape. why would he hang himself up? why would he free himself to die?'

'maybe this is what freedom was for him. death. maybe that's his design.' you scribbled on your diary, your attention spoiled. you weren't listening to him. you weren't thinking about him. you were thinking about gideon, even though he'd killed him for you to think about him. not gideon. he gritted his teeth. he didn't like it. his fingers clenched in his trouser pockets.

'i don't think gideon was that philosophical. mad, yes. but not...this. my understanding of gideon isn't this.'

why were you trying to understand him? did you not understand? you were supposed to be thinking about him. not gideon. or anybody else.

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he remembers a time when he was your professor. he remembers teaching you, grading your essays. you'd always been quiet. unassuming. thousands of thoughts behind your brain. always curious, always sharp.

and this feels familiar. it feels familiar, as he scrolls down the word document which you'd typed out about each of the serial killer who you were supposed to catch. but somehow, each of them ended up dead. either murdered or suicide. he types things you never wrote. as if leading you on, but putting you astray. encouraging your mental turmoil. suffocating you with the thoughts of him and his murders. every crime he'd committed, for you. for you to think about him.

and he doesn't care when he hears your bedroom door unlock. he doesn't care you'll freak out or you'll discover who he is, beneath the mask of a skilled profiler. because he needs you to understand him. he needs you to understand that you belong to him. he needs you to understand that you shouldn't be thinking about anybody but him. he needs you to know that you shouldn't be confused about elliot buddish or abel gideon. he needs you to know that you shouldn't be entertaining the idea of a 'vigilante killer'. because it's him, and it always have been. and it always will be.

this is his design.

so, when you stand at your doorway, jaw open, momentarily frozen in place, he stares back. stares back as if it was normal for him to be at your house. like this house was his. like you were his. like you lived together. like this was a happy house.

he watches your expression change. he's read them long enough to know what you're thinking. he's read you long enough to know what you'd do.

'w-what- are y-you-?' you stammer. he hears your heartbeat. thump thump thump against your ribcage. with each passing second. the room grows hot. your nerves fill with adrenaline. your feet itch and shake, begging to run. but it's like you're frozen in place.

'you're alright. i'm not gonna hurt you,' he promises. his voice, soothing, like he's trying to soothe a frightened child. like he's trying to lure a stray dog.

'w-wh-what?'

it's like you gain consciousness. your feet move across the corridor, as you try to run from him. your hands clasp at the front door, but he's already on top of you, tackling your front to the ground. pressing a gun on your forehead.

'don't,' he warns. your body slacks on the cold hard floor, tears retching out of your body. sobs cutting through the air. your cheeks staining with the salt in your eyes as you feel his knees press harder against your sides.

'shh...shh..' he presses the barrel harder, 'don't cry, darlin'...i'm doing this for your own good...'

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a/n- part two anybody?

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