#then proceeding to act in denial

[faithisyours]

Never Done Teasing

Azriel x Fem!reader

Summary: All day you've been teasing Azriel. Now it’s time for his revenge.

Warnings: Mean Az!, bondage with shadows…shadow bondage? Maybe slightly dub con? Oral M!receiving, rough sex, kinda emotional sex, orgasm denial, coming inside, spanking, degradation, praise, anal, spitting, crying, aftercare, not proofread. This fic is filthy and disgusting. You’ve been warned.

Word Count: 2.5k

A/N: Sup fuckers. I’m back to terrorize you all. We've got a spicy one on our hands today. Inspiration came, and now I have a lot of ideas for fics. Will I write them, though? *cricket noises* Anyways, minors gtfo. Hope you enjoy it! If you have ideas for fics, hand them over (if you want) :)

Azriel slams the front door of your shared house behind him, making the hanging picture frames sway. He smacks your ass, which just so happens to be right next to his face, considering he has you slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. The harsh hit causes a squeak to escape you, but you really can't blame anyone but yourself for the situation you're in.

You’ve just come home from dinner with the Inner Circle. Actually, it’s more appropriate to say you’ve just been dragged away from dinner with the Inner Circle by your mate, Azriel. All day you've been teasing and taunting him, but what you had been doing at the dinner table surrounded by your friends was his breaking point. It had started this morning when you had not-so-innocently wiggled your ass into his crotch, making him hard as stone, then proceeded to not help him one bit with getting rid of that hardness. Then there were your touches throughout the day, your lingering hand on his arm at breakfast, your thighs brushing his as you walked past him in the training ring, your eyes burning into his while he sparred with Cassian. And then there was the outfit you had decided to wear to dinner: a tight little black dress that showed off all your assets, as well as made Azriel short circuit every time he looked at you.

And then there was what you had done at dinner. You were all in the middle of eating and the conversation had shifted to discussing some of the new shops around Velaris when your hand had found its way onto Azriel’s thigh. The contact was innocent at first, but as the dinner dragged on, so too did your hand, making its way up and curling in. Your fingers drew lazy patterns across his thigh, which you knew was driving Azriel mad. And all the while you continued your conversation, participated and joked with your friends, acted like nothing was going on under the table.

Azriel had been notably quieter at dinner, considering it was taking everything in him not to bend you over the table and fuck you that instant, friends being present or not. Rhys had been the first to comment on his quietness.

“Everything alright, Az? You seem awfully quiet this evening,” Rhys asked when Azriel hadn’t laughed at something Rhys knew he would find funny.

“Everything’s fine,” Az assured, although rather tightly. But you had felt the need to chime in.

“Are you sure, baby? You haven’t uttered a full sentence all evening,” you purred, knowing damn well it was because of you. In answer, he just looked at you, smoldering heat and the plotting of revenge swirling in his hazel eyes. The conversation continued on, and Azriel stayed relatively silent the entire night.

As soon as dinner was done, Azriel had excused the both of you and hauled your ass back home, winnowing with you thrown over his shoulder. And now here you are, getting lugged towards your shared bedroom with your ass in the air and a completely pissed off and horny mate.

As soon as you reach your bedroom, Azriel throws you down on the bed unceremoniously. “Strip,” he commands, and his tone leaves no room for argument. As you get up from the bed to shed yourself of your clothes, Azriel makes himself busy with taking off his own shirt and unlacing the front of his pants. He leaves those on, though, his hard length straining against the material.

“Kneel,” he commands next. You pause for only half a second before you do as he says. You see he notes the hesitation, but doesn’t say anything. If you’re uncomfortable, you will say something, and he will stop. You know that fact like the back of your hand.

He pulls himself out with a hiss, his tip red and raw and glistening. You lick your lips, ready for him. All day you’ve teased and taunted him, getting him riled up and letting him simmer. Finally you’re reaping the fruits of your labor: for him to be rough, to not hold back, to use you as he pleases.

His shadows wrap around to pin your hands behind your back, making your chest arch forward. Your nipples are hard, core aching for attention, attention you know you won’t be getting for a while. Azriel brushes his thumb over your lips roughly, his eyes tracing the movement before locking with yours. All you see in them is icy steel, no hint of compassion or love. You know that it’s there, his love for you, but right now he has other emotions to contend with.

“Open,” he says, and it's almost quiet enough for you to not hear him, but you do. He doesn’t tease. He threads your hair through his fingers, gripping hard enough for tears to spring up, and shoves his cock down your throat. You choke, but he doesn’t let up. He keeps himself there, prodding the back of your throat, until you’ve managed to breath at least somewhat correctly.

And then he starts moving, long, slow dragges of his cock against your tongue, pulling out to the tip so just your lips are on him, then long, deep pushes back into the warmth of your mouth. All the while heat and ice clash in his gaze.

“I think the Mother gave me a whore as a mate. What do you think?” he purrs, cocking his head. “You’ve teased me all day, kept me hard, but refused to use me. And now you’re greedy for my cock. Did I get mated to a whore?” You moan in response, which draws out a low groan from Azriel. His pace quickens.

At this point your knees, wrists, and jaw are starting to ache, but you know Azrel is far from done with you. As if he can hear your complaining, he pulls you off of him with a pop. You pant, catching your breath, but it's short lived as Azriel grips your throat in his hand and hauls you to your feet.

He turns you around and bends you over the bed, not being gentle in the slightest. Your hands are still restrained behind your back, Azriel’s shadows circling tighter around your wrists. Ass in the air, you can feel your slick start to trickle down your thighs. You feel two of his fingers drag through your aching core, feeling how wet you are for him.

“All of this for me?” he asks, tone dripping with condescension. “You're so wet I think you can take me without any prep. What do you think?” you nod into the pillows, moaning and pushing yourself onto his fingers, searching for any semblance of friction. He pulls his fingers away, taking any chance of relief with him. “Words, Love,” he coos, but you know he's not being nice, not in the slightest.

“Yes, I can take you,” you breathe out, writhing under his scorching gaze.

“Good girl,” he purrs, then sheaths himself completely in you. You cry out at the stretch and the suddenness of being filled. Azriel doesn’t give you any time to adjust, though, before resuming his brutal pace.

The only place his hands touch you are your hips, and it’s driving you crazy. His grip is iron, and will definitely be leaving bruises. Your clit is throbbing, your arms ache from being restrained, your knees are growing weaker and weaker, and all you can do is take it. You're a moaning, whimpering mess, but you’ll never come from this little amount of contact, and Azriel knows that. You feel his pace grow irregular, sloppy, and then he's coming, painting your walls with his release.

He pulls out of you roughly, causing you to whimper at the sudden emptiness. “Did you think I was going to let you come?” he asks, voice lilting with amusement. When you don’t answer him, his hand comes down on your ass. Hard.

“No, I didn’t,” you cry out.

“And do you know why that is?” His voice is deathly quiet.

“Because I’ve teased you all day,” you respond quickly. He hums in conformation.

“How many of these,” he slides his hand over your stinging cheek, indicating the spank he just gave you, “do you think you deserve for your actions?”

You fight through the cloud of pleasure and arousal that currently fogs your brain to come up with a decent number. “Ten,” you respond after a minute.

“Alright, you count. We’ll say this was one, so the next is two. If you mess up, I restart. Understand?”

“Yes, I understand.” He hums again, and then his hand comes down, landing a hit to your other cheek.

“Two,” you cry. Azriel soothes the hit with one hand, his other coming between your legs to part your folds. He lands another hit, and this one comes down onto the skin of where your thigh meets your ass. “Three,” you moan, giving into his touch. The hand that's parting you teases at your entrance, collecting the mix of slick and cum onto its fingers.

SLAP!

“Four.” Your voice is growing hoarse. Azriel drags those essence-coated fingers up towards your back entrance. Before you can even anticipate what he's about to do, his hand comes down again, this time on the other side, and then he's pushing a finger into you, past the tight ring of muscle, working you loose.

You whine at the sudden intrusion, but Azriel works you open, and soon you're a moaning mess. Brain foggy from the mix of pleasure and pain, you almost forget what number you’re on, but quickly recover. “Five.”

Azriel continues to loosen you up, adding a second finger in between the seventh and eighth hits. By the tenth, you're a whimpering, boneless, drooling mess, and you haven’t even come yet. You can feel Azriel hard against the back of your thigh, once again ready to fill you.

Once Azriel believes you are loose enough, he spits into his hand, rubs it along his length, and sinks into you. You’ve had Azriel this way before, but every time, it feels brand new. The sensation is overwhelming, and by his fifth thrust into you, you’re shaking.

“Do you deserve to come?” he asks, tone still dripping with condescension.

“Yes, please Az. Please,” you beg. He only hums, adding to all your heightened emotions and feelings. His shadows are still restraining you, but are less tight than they were. It makes no difference though, because your arms are the prickly sort of numb, and you can barely feel them.

Azriel’s hand snakes around to play with your clit, the sudden contact causing you to cry out. His pace quickens, cock driving into you. His hips slap the tender skin of your rear end, only adding to the feelings.

You’re overwhelmed and on the verge of coming harder than you have in a while. All of the physical feelings - Azriel driving into you from behind, his fingers pinching and rubbing at your clit, his cum trickling down your thighs, your arms numb behind you - mixed with the emotional feelings - appreciation for your mate, his complete understanding of your needs, his patience, your love and adoration for him - all have you shaking, breathing heavy, tears springing up, and coming apart at the seams.

Azriel pulls you down, changing the angle, and the sensation is your undoing. You come at the same time Azriel does. You’re screaming his name like a prayer, tears streaming down your cheeks as sobs escape you. Pleasure racks through your body, waves upon waves building and crashing into you. The shadows release your arms as Azriel pulls out of you. You sink down into the bed fully now, curling in on yourself, shivering from the dregs of your high.

Azriel lays down next to you, pulling you into his chest. You’re still crying, but your sobs have quieted to small sniffles now. Azriel kisses you on the forehead, your temple, your cheek, your shoulder, anywhere he can reach until your breathing evens out. He pulls your hair away from your face, tucking it behind your ear. “Was that okay, my love?” he asks, barely above a whisper so as not to startle you. You nod your head, afraid a sob will escape you if you dare to speak. But Azriel, as always, requires verbal confirmation.

“Yes, that was wonderful,” you choke out, and just like you thought, a sob escapes you. Azriel pulls you closer into himself, one of his wings coming around to cover you. He continues kissing you, just like before, until you're breathing evenly again.

Very rarely do you ever cry after sex, but when you do, it’s always because it was intense, both emotionally and physically. Azriel knows to just hold you and kiss you until you calm down, which could take minutes or hours, but he doesn’t care.

After what seems like hours of laying there, which just as easily could have been twenty minutes, Azriel shifts up from the bed. “Ready for a bath?” he asks, coming down to kiss away a tear still on your cheek.

“Ya, I’m ready.” Azriel picks you up bridal style and walks you into the adjoining bathing room. His shadows must have come in earlier, you thought, because the tub is already filled. It smells delicious, and the temperature is perfect as Azriel lowers you down into the water. He sheds his pants, joining you in your nakedness, and gets in behind you.

He snakes an arm around your middle and pulls you back into his chest. You rest your head on his shoulder, letting him take over.

“That’s right Love, relax,” he purrs in your ear. He washes you thoroughly, and then does the same to himself. He gets you both toweled dry, then carries you back into your bedroom and puts you to bed, curling up next to you.

“Are you done teasing me for the foreseeable future?” he asks, placing a kiss to your temple.

“Never done teasing you, Az,” you respond, before you slip into sleep.

[isagrimorie]

Rewatching a few scenes from Star Trek Voyager's 2 part episode: Workforce. These episodes really did a number on Janeway; this is one of the times I did wish emotional arcs carried over from one episode to the next.

In the seven years in the Delta Quadrant, nothing has stopped Janeway's quest to bring home her crew back to the Alpha Quadrant.

And in the Delta Quadrant, for Captain Kathryn Janeway, the Voyager is home.

Janeway has faced off against the Borg Queen, the Hirogen, the Vidiians, and Species 8472 but no one has done as much damage to Janeway the way Dr Kadan did a number on Kathryn Janeway.

Because Kadan took away Janeway's certainty.

Kathryn Janeway can traverse any gulf, and jump to any fire as long as she has her iron-clad certainty and belief in her mission intact and that was what Kadan took from Kathryn Janeway.

He accidentally pinpointed the one thing she's been able to repress for so long, and that's her loneliness and how bone tired she is of being in Command.

More than any other Captain, Kathryn Janeway needed a sabbatical. She needed to reconnect with herself, and just be Kathryn.

This is the gift and curse Kadan gave to Kathryn Janeway. Because as plain ol' Kathryn Janeway, a factory worker she was happy, free of responsibility and burdens of Command.

She found friends, love, and comfort in Jaffen (a well-casted romantic lead. The actor had charisma and acting chops to make us believe Janeway Captain or just Kathryn would fall for him).

I don't think Janeway even knew how lonely she's become -- no one needed a long vacation from work than Janeway. I hope that she got that vacation Starfleet put her on the Flag Officer track.

Through the whole two-part episode we see them build up this vivacious and happy version of Kathryn, and then by part 2, the story slowly pulls that away from her.

Just as an example, the look on Kathryn's face when Harry addresed her as "Captain".

You can see how Harry addressing Kathryn as "Captain" struck a chord in her but it's also like someone threw cold water at her.

Kathryn immediately tells Harry to call her "Kathryn" instead:

Kathryn tries to still be in denial and tentatively brings up what Chakotay told her: "He said you had proof of who some of us really are."

She's trying to put distance between herself and this reality. She's conflicted-- she doesn't want to be Captain Janeway. There's even a hint of temptation there that she doesn't want to continue on helping her missing friends.

And yet, the moment Voyager and her crew were in trouble some part of herself reacted. And despite what she felt, she proceeded to bring down the shield knowing that doing so would tear her away from the life she's come to love.

This happens fast, once the shield grid is down, Kathryn disappears from Jaffen's side.

And the next time they see each other again, Kathryn Janeway is Captain Kathryn Janeway again with her uniform and Command back. And they might as well be a million miles away despite being in the same room:

Janeway allows herself to embrace Jaffen for one last time, and there's tears in her eyes, her grief is palpable. It's the way she's held herself apart from Jaffen, the way her hand twitches like she wants to reach out and touch him but can't.

Not in the uniform she's wearing, not in the position she's in.

You can see how much her experience in Quarren affected Janeway by the way she enters the Bridge:

In the turbo lift, she's faced away from the Bridge as if she can't bear being there. She has to steel herself.

Normally Janeway occupies the turbo lift like she owns that space. Because she DOES.

It’s so strange seeing Janeway occupy so little space in her own bridge, even when Voyager was hijacked she never looked out of place or so small.

The moment she steps out Harry, eager Ensign Harry, who missed the events in Quarren and how it might have affected her notices Captain Janeway immediately and announces her arrival.

She looks around at the bridge, still uncertain. Still picking up the pieces of the Captain.

Even when she sat on her Command chair,Janeway looked uncomfortable and for the first time, Captain Janeway doesn't look like she's larger than life.

She can't help but confide to Chakotay:

And. There. It. Is.

The biggest moment. Janeway admitted that Quarren felt like home. Even in The 37s, on a planet that's closest to Earth and home Janeway never even considered that home.

In the Delta Quadrant, Voyager is home.

The moment Janeway said this on the rewatch, I was bowled over because this is such a big moment for Janeway. A big thing for her to admit.

Chakotay asks her if Janeway is sorry he showed up and upended her comfortable life in Quarren?

There is a second's beat, but the beat tells all the story that needs to be said. Janeway rallies and lies: "Not for a second."

She's saying the right words but, at that moment, so near Quarren, after just losing Jaffen. Janeway says something she doesn't feel.

Janeway orders Tom to resume the course for home; but after she gives the order, Janeway's face falls.

And it's so damned sad and this, as I said above, is one of the moments I wish they continued this emotional throughline with Janeway.

Kadan did a number on her and I wish we get to see throughout a few episodes Janeway slowly get over the lie and find a measure of happiness.

Instead, season 7 loses its focus on Janeway and bizarrely have an episode with Q Jr and then a lot of focus on the EMH Doctor. It takes several episodes before Janeway gets the focus again, and that's the series finale.

If Voyager were written today, and the writers were allowed, this moment would be the emotional turning point for Janeway. It's the point where Janeway has to find a way home fast otherwise she's heading for a breakdown.

The center will not hold.

It's probably a good thing her future, alternate self decided to save Captain Janeway the heartbreak of a decade more of this life, and losing the people she loves the most.

And it kind of hurts that canonically, we don't know if Janeway was able to take that vacation. And if Janeway was able to get a measure of happiness and love, as I've mentioned after this episode and after Firewall I really don't care who Janeway ends up with anymore as long as Janeway is happy.

/Edited, March 13 2024, 10AM

[satorusugurugurl]

Hiii can i request reader x gojo, where reader keeps ruining his orgasm n just messing with him? And he’s all whiny and begging and shit? 🥺👉👈

Cranberry Juice and Rings

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x FAB!Reader

Word Count: 1,725

Warnings: Edging, orgasm denial, smut, whinny Gojo, dirty talk, sexting, toys

A/N: Ah, nothing like a good old whing Gojo fic! I love whimpering, groaning men!

Satoru was known by many as a pain in the ass. He was arrogant and cocky, but that didn’t stop you from loving him. He was one of your favorite people, a goofball, and he spoiled you rotten. You couldn’t have asked for a better partner.

But he was Gojo Satoru. Some days, he was unbearable to deal with, even for you. Days like today, for example. You had gotten a nasty UTI and were on a strict sex ban for a week. Gojo had been kind the first few days, picking up your prescription along with cranberry juice and supplements. By day four of the sex ban, he was pent up and decided it would be fun to tease you relentlessly. He started sexting you, sending you pictures and voice memos that had you clenching your thighs to try to ease the throbbing between your legs.

Satoru: I’m so sweaty! Look, it’s running down my V-line, baby~!

You: Stop trying to turn me on asshole. I literally cannot flick my bean or have sex for the next three days.

Satoru: Oh? That sucks for you. I don’t have to deal with that.

The man then proceeded to send you a video of him jerking off in the bathroom. If you didn’t feel like razors sliced you each time you used the bathroom, you would have found him and made him pay for a new pair of underwear and take care of the mess he had turned you into. However, the unpleasant throbbing between your legs prevented you from acting upon your desires.

You: Keep it up, Satoru. I will make you regret your choices.

Satoru: Oooh, I’m so scared~!

Your dear, sweet, idiotic boyfriend did not heed your warning. He only seemed to get worse after your ominous threat. Three days of torture later, Satoru eagerly ra into your shared condo, his calendar chiming with a reminder today was the day your medical sex ban was lifted. He has a week's worth of pussy eating to make up for, and he planned to take his time with you.

”Sweetheart!” He sang out, making his way through the condo. “I hope you’re ready!” Stepping inside the bedroom, Satoru blinked, finding you sitting on the edge of the bed in your sky-blue lace set. “What a good girl you are!” Drooping to his knees before you, he clapped his hands together. “Thanks for the mea—“

”Shut the fuck up and get on the bed.”

The stern tone of your voice has Satoru staring. “I’m sorry?” His smile was full of confusion as he forced your legs apart. “I said thanks for the meal, didn’t I?” Satoru began to dip his head between your thighs, but before he could reach your sweet, dripping core, you put your foot on his forehead, pushing him away. “Hey!” His bottom lip stuck out in a pout.

“Didn’t I warn you I would make you regret sending me all those thirst trap pictures and messages?”

”H-Huh?”

”I said, didn’t I warn you I would make you regret your choices?”

”W-Well, I m-mean you did, but I—“

”Good, boy.” A round silicon ring hit him in the face. “Now put that on and get on the bed.” Gulping, Satoru shakily did as you commanded, regret setting in the pit of his stomach as he did.

Any hopes for mercy went out the window as you bounced up and down on his cock as he sat upright against the headboard. You were grinning, hands gripping his shoulders as you came around him, pulling off, denying him the pleasure of feeling your cum, denying his orgasm for the third fucking time.

”F-Fuck Toru~ you’re such a good dildo.”

”S-Sweetheart—please, baby, I need you.”

”You need me?” You questioned with faux sympathy. “Oh, sweet boy, am I teasing you too much?” A delicate hand wrapped around his red throbbing length, the cock ring preventing him from cumming, thus making him ten times more sensitive.

”A-Ah! Yes, yes, baby, please, please, I need you!” Blue eyes watched as you stroked your hand up and down, pre-cum dribbled out of his tip, running over your manicured nails. “Oh fuck, I can feel it, keep going, keep going don’t stop!”

“Yeah?” Satoru cried out as you wrapped your other hand around him. Your hands squeezed his shaft as you moved them up and down, smirking as he whimpered, eyes transfixed on your tiny hands as his mouth opened in an ‘O’ shape. “Are you close, Toru? Are you going to make a mess for me?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

”Gonna cum pretty boy?”

”Fuck yes! Oooh fuck I’m so close, so fucking close, almost there, almost there!”

The second you saw white lashes flutter, you yank your hands away, preventing him from reaching his sweet release. Your boyfriend’s eyes narrowed and shot open in disbelief, focusing on the throbbing, swollen red tip that sobbed pre-cum instead of actual cum. His dick looked as upset as him, the intense orgasm fading.

”Babe!” Satoru threw his head back against the wooden frame with a pathetic whine. “I wanna cum!” Reaching out, you gently rubbed the pad of your thumb over his bottom lip.

”You wanna cum?”

”Yes, so bad!”

You straddled his hips with a hum, lowering yourself back down onto his velvety shaft with a satisfied moan. “Well, that sucks for you, I don’t have to deal with that.” You quoted his text before dragging your tight wet pussy up and down his swollen cock.

Satoru cried out, whining as you used his cock like it was a sex toy. This was literal torture, feeling your wet, warm walls clamp down around him, watching you tilt your head back in pleasure. Even hearing your moans fill the bedroom was driving him insane. You looked so hot and beautiful when you used him like this. He just wished he could be holding onto your hips, fucking his cock up into you, filling you with his cum as you both lost yourselves in pure orgasmic bliss. Lips moving against lips, swallowing each other, moans as you came down.

Instead, Satoru was crying out, whimpers sounding in the back of his throat. His hands fisted the sheets as he bit down on the inside of his cheek. He had thought teasing you this week was all fun and games! Get you all worked up and desperate for him to rearrange your insides. In his horny mind, it was like mental edging without touching

Yourself. What a terrible mistake that had been. The only one having fun and getting off at the current moment was you. While he suffered from the worst case of blue balls in his entire life.

“Shit! Oooh, shit!” Your brows furrowed as you cried out, reaching down and rubbing your clit. “C-Cumming~! Cumming Toru!” Just as your orgasm hit, you pulled off of him, squirting all over his stomach and cock with a squeal.

“F-Fuck, oh god.” Satoru quickly grabbed his cock, stroking himself off while you came all over him. “So hot~ so fucking hot!”

You recovered just in time to see Satoru jerking himself off, the tips of his ears turning red as his eyes began to roll back. “Nuh-uh!” swatting his hands away, Satoru groaned. “Bad boy!” When he reached for his swollen cock again. You grab both his wrists, pinning them down on either side of him. “I said no!” Poor Satoru cried out in frustration, tears welling in his eyes.

“Sweetie, baby, please.” He sobbed, cock dribbling more pre-cum onto his lower abdomen. “Please let me cum, please, baby, please! I'm sorry I was such an ass this week. I won't ever do it again!” Fingers gripped the sheets underneath him. “Please let me cum! Please!” Those tears filling his eyes finally spilled over his white lashes, staining his flushed cheeks.

“Oh, my baby~” Leaning in, you locked the salty tears up with the tip of your tongue. “You learned your lesson?”

“Uh-huh!” Satoru hiccuped as more tears streamed down his face.

“You see how it's not nice to tease? How cruel is it to cum in front of your partner when you're unable to do anything?”

“Yes! I’m sorry, honey! So sorry!”

Releasing both his wrists, you grabbed the sparkly blue cock ring that was securely on his base. “Good boy, Toru.” As soon as the toy was off, Satoru shoved you off, pushing you into the mattress. “Ooh fuck!” Giggled erupted as he threw both your feet over his shoulders before sliding into you.

“So good! S-aS good!” He cried out, throwing his head back, crying softly, and he slammed on and out of you. “I’m going to cum! Please cum with me! Milk my cock, baby! Milk it!”

“Yes, Toru! Cum inside of me, baby!” Your fingers found your clit with ease, rubbing it back and forth, whimpering as Satoru twitched inside of you. “Cum on, baby~ cum for me!”

Satoru’s jaw dropped open, eyes clamped shut as he cried out. He was crying out your name, whining, and whimpering like a cat in heat. Thick ropes of cum painted your insides, filling you to the absolute brim, leaving you crying out with him. He rubbed his hips against you, only stopping when his eyes rolled back, dizziness overcoming him.

He collapsed onto your chest, full weight resting on you as he whimpered into the crook of your neck. He could stay like this forever, but just as he found himself dozing off, you were tapping on his shoulders. Lazily lifting his head, cerulean eyes met yours.

“Five minutes; I’m pushing you off if you stay inside me any longer.”

“Huh? Why?” Your boyfriend panted out.

“The last time we fell asleep like this, I got a UTI!”

“Mmm, it’s fine.” he’s sleepy, wrapped his arms around you. “Just five minutes.” you relaxed against him as he agreed on your time limit. “I love you, sweetheart.”

“I love you too, Satoru.” as he snuggled in closer, humming sleepily, you smiled, fingers brushing strands of hair off his brow. Maybe ten minutes wouldn’t hurt.

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[winningmymind]

Based on my kevaaron post (1st kevaaron ficlet)

"I'm gonna kill him." Andrew states in a deadly tone, staring daggers from across the dorm room at Kevin Day trying for the third time this week to convince Aaron to be his personal doctor over studying neurosurgery.

"Can you do it after dinner?" Neil genuinely asks, more concerned about his growling stomach.

He evenly splits his gaze between the wrinkly paper takeout menus of several food delivery joints nearby Palmetto and admiring how devastatingly hot Andrew looks when plotting the murder of their mutual friend.

"He thinks he's slick." Andrew seethes.

Steam practically comes from his ears at seeing Kevin boldly flirting with his brother, like Aaron isn't entirely dedicated to Katelyn, but according to Neil and Andrew's leisurely stalking reconnaissance of keeping up with Aaron's boring premed life, with Aaron none the wiser of his two most annoying people butting into his business because boundaries are still being learned/old habits die hard, the bubbly vixen cheerleader is going to have a big important talk with Aaron soon about evolving their relationship.

(Neil isn't above using Marissa's crush on him to fish for that information, having been taught by Allison on how to schmooze for exclusive gossip).

"Dumb as hell to do it front of you, though." Neil wonders if Kevin is playing dumb by ignoring Andrew's death glare. "That's, like, suicide."

Neil's leaning towards Chinese, but pizza sounds good also. Sandwiches are the fastest option, however, and Neil's hunger is unforgiving after that brutal practice they returned from.

"Either Kevin's survival instincts are slipping," Andrew starts, fingers itching to reach for one of his knives so he can stab Kevin right here, right now, "Or he's actually giving Nicky a run for his money on being a world class idiot."

Neil snorts. "Could be both." Then his face melts into consideration and he ponders aloud. "I thought Kevin didn't swing. Doesn't he have a girlfriend?"

"That's never stopped any of Aaron's admirers before." Andrew is still unblinklingly staring down at Kevin poorly peacocking for a clueless Aaron, making it an awkward and frustrating interaction to watch.

Kevin's "act normal" socialization skills when not in front of a camera talking exy, or taming loyal fans that catch him in the wild public for an autograph or picture, is absolute dog shit garbage levels of disaster thanks to spending the majority of his years with the cult known as the Ravens.

And Aaron is so tunnel visioned on dating Katelyn, busy stressing over his pre-med courses, and conserving 90% of his energy to be a grumpy hater of almost everything in life that irks him, that he's the type of person who's totally oblivious to when anyone has the hots for him. Blatant or not. Blame it on the lack of sleep as a college student athlete, maybe.

This is sadly now Andrew's cross to bear as the more observational twin. His uncanny curse and blessing that he never asked for. The ability to know and witness firsthand when his twin is being hopelessly pursued both romantically and sexually. Especially if said admirer has no idea they themselves are deeply attracted to Aaron. Most said admirers being men with the misfortune of having Aaron be their awakening.

Andrew instantly noticed this soon-to-be reoccurring issue when he and Aaron began living together and attending the same high school officially as Minyard twins. Andrew had joined their high school exy team as a goalie, then proceeded to clock four of their shared teammates either in the closet, in denial, or completely unaware of their sexuality that always hovered around and pined for straight as an arrow Aaron.

Aaron, who was either too doped up high as a kite, too depressed over Tilda's death, or too much in pain suffering the urge to relapse to realize he had a mini fan club ready to have just have one chance, one shot at the hint of a hookup or homoerotic locker room jock horseplay. If only Aaron thought outside his rigid box of science and discovered experimenting didn't just have to mean his labs. But alas, Aaron stuck to girls only.

"I'm just saying, if I was your patient I'd pay well." Kevin crosses his arms and shrugs, propped against the kitchen counter like he's posing for a cover magazine shoot. He peers down at Aaron, pupils clearly dilated and brow playfully arched, his voice dropping seductively low. Surely, he must know what he's doing. He has to.

Aaron scoffs up at Kevin, not picking up the vibes at all. "You'd be my whiniest, bitchiest patient. I'd end up losing my license killing you or whatever."

"Just think about it." Kevin smiles. It's his winning smile. The one exy fans all over swoon for and it goes right over Aaron's head, his expression unimpressed.

"I have thought about it." Aaron goes into depth of why neurosurgery is his best route. "Now, if you get brain damage or paralyzed, then we could work with something."

"This is just sad. I need popcorn for this." Neil doesn't try to hold his laughter at Kevin's disappointed frown. Looks like Aaron is immune to Kevin's pretty face. How can Kevin recover?

"I would trust you to fix whatever part of me is wrong." Kevin isn't a quitter and smoothly recovers quickly, which is a surpise because his earnestness seems to have stumped Aaron and left him speechless, albeit a tad flattered at the blind faith.

"I'm ending this." Andrew takes a step forward, unable to take this any longer, yet Neil puts his arm in front of Andrew to halt him, making sure they don't touch without Andrew's consent.

"But it's getting interesting."

"It's getting on my nerves."

"Aaron doesn't seem bothered. Kevin isn't a threat." Neil reminds.

As much as he supports Andrew's rights and wrongs, he'd like to do it on a full stomach, and they haven't chosen what to eat for dinner yet. Kevin can at least eat his last meal before biting the dust.

Andrew gives Neil a blank look. "Aaron doesn't swing. So, he should know Aaron's off limits."

"Nicky hits on people who don't swing all the time." Neil counters and Andrew raises a brow.

"Your point?"

"Kevin's harmless."

"Oh, yeah."

"Yeah. I mean, I don't even think he knows he's into Aaron."

Which is true, from both Neil's and Andrew's perspectives of the other exy striker. There are things Kevin does that makes one question if Mr. It's Easier to be Straight himself isn't obliviously internalizing a lot of feelings. Feelings that now are sprouting full force whenever Aaron is in eyesight.

"I knew I never should've let Aaron touch Kevin." Andrew clenches his fists, nails digging in his palms, scowling deeper at what's happening before him.

Last week, Kevin trained too hard and his muscles were sore, worse than usual. He asked anyone to rub icyhot on his back since he couldn't get to it. Nicky was too desperately thirsty to be considered. Andrew and Neil were preoccupied with each other on one of the beanbags and whispering Russian, lost in their bubble. Aaron, about to cram in an intense study session, was sick of hearing Kevin complain and gave Kevin the best rub down ever of his life just to shut him up. It was then and there when the Monsters discovered Aaron is great at deep tissue massages. And most likely when Kevin found a new obsession in pestering Aaron like a schoolboy teasing his crush. Silently debating if his skin was tingling from the balm or from Aaron's skillful fingers.

Neil hums, amused. "Who knew Aaron's so great with his hands."

"Say that again and I cut out your tongue."

"Jokes on you. I always wanted us to try knife play."

Andrew needs to smoke. His patience is thinning and Neil's penchant for feeding chaos isn't helping.

"Guuuuuys!" Nicky's booming voice interrupts everyone. He's returned from face timing with Erik in private, looking flushed and satisfied. "Why is there no food? It's been, like, an hour! Did anyone order dinner or did I miss the memo that we starve?"

"Undecided." Neil holds up the takeout menus for Nicky to choose from.

Kevin seems to get an idea, turning his attention to Aaron again, and never once acknowledging Andrew's disapproval.

"Wanna go check out this new food truck? It's on the other side of campus." Kevin specifically asks Aaron. Aaron is about to protest at the mere thought of walking that far past sunset, but Kevin plants the bait. "Don't worry. I'm paying."

"Fine." Aaron agrees instantly, hurrying to get his jacket.

"Ooh! Food truck sounds nice! What do they serve?" Nicky is excited at trying something new.

Kevin simply stares at Nicky all confused. "It's just me and Aaron. You guys fend for yourselves."

"What?" Neil has never heard Andrew and Nicky speak in unison. The cousins sound offended; Nicky for not getting an invite, and Andrew for Kevin's audacity at getting Aaron alone. Neil finds this all very entertaining.

Nicky immediately asks a million questions while Neil acts as a human barrier between Andrew and Kevin. Aaron heads to the door, ready to leave and uncaring that he's been chosen to get a free meal. Kevin sprints after, just now belatedly realizing Andrew is infuriated with him, and is puzzled at what he did to set Andrew off.

Aaron's ushered down the hall to the elevator by Kevin's insistence. "Why are we rushing?"

"No reason." Kevin clears his throat and checks behind him if Andrew has followed them. He hasn't. Good.

He doesn't get it, really. Kevin Day just wants to return the favor for Aaron's hospitality from the icyhot massage. He's trying to be a better friend. Sometimes friends spend money on each other and heavens know Aaron forgets to properly eat with all his difficult STEM courses to pass.

Kevin isn't, singling Aaron out and playing favorites on purpose. He isn't doing this in hopes of Aaron offering up his magic hands again, luckily in the near future, for Kevin's spasming muscles. He wouldn't go after someone who is taken, let alone for that someone to be a man.

Kevin's straight. Aaron's straight. Straight men can grab dinner just the two of them. With only one of them footing the bill. Why did Andrew look at Kevin like he was crossing a line? Did the goalie forget the only queers in their Monsters squad are him, Neil, and Nicky? Kevin and Aaron are the token straights and they both have longtime girlfriends.

"I'm not thanking you for paying, by the way." Aaron grunts, pulling Kevin from his thoughts as they ride the elevator down.

Kevin rolls his eyes, smirking down at Aaron's resting bitch face, his heart racing to the challenge of reigning in a stubborn Minyard.

"You'll thank me in other ways."

[x3nawr1tes]

imagine nishinoya fumbling it with like kiyoko’s equally hot friend who’s a manager in training or whatever

i’d like to imagine he just has zero rizz bcs i think that’s funny hehe

pls and tysm in advance!! ☺️

“Zero rizz💔💔💔”

nishinoya yū x fem reader

-when nishinoya first saw you when you were being introduced to the team, he couldnt believe it. Someone as beautiful as kiyoko-san? There was no way that was possible. But his eyes sure were saying the opposite….

-For a while, he was in denial. Surely… surely you had some sort of flaw? But as the days went on and he watched, he couldnt find a single one

-as for you, you were certainly confused as to why he was so… quiet around you. You made your best effort to be nice. But nothing made sense… did you do something wrong

-nishinoya, being nishinoya, develops feelings for you. All of a sudden, hes volunteering to help you out. He offers to hand our waterbottles and towels. You, of course accept the offer gratefully

-you smile gently, “really? Thanks, nishinoya-kun! That’d be such a great help!”

-you were chatting with kiyoko as nishinoya carried all the energy drinks to the rest of the team, insisting he could ‘do it himself’ and proceeds to TRIP.

-not only that, but all the water got on you. It didnt help it was cold… you’d have to change to your normal uniform now.

-you saw the guilty look on his face as he took in your soaked appearance. “oh my god- are you alright-?!”

-“y-yeah. Im fine” you shrug it off.

-“im so so sorry!” The brown haired boy proceeded to bow to you. “Let me get you a towel-!”

-you stop him from running away. “Nishinoya-kun. Its alright, really. An honest mistake. I have spare clothes in my locker. Ill just change into my uniform- you focus on getting the waterbottles filled back up, kay?“

-“k-kay…” he mumbled as your figure disappeared in the distance. The rest of the team teased him about it later; how he was practically stuttering like a romance manga girl…

-it didnt help that the next few days, whenever he tried to help you, he would do something similar and screw up. Handing out towels? He dropped them on the floor beforehand. Helping you record stats? He couldnt remember any numbers! (Because you were there)

-And its not like he even looked cool during practice anymore! You’d often catch nishinoya distracted, looking in your direction and then making a terrible play. Weird.

-the teasing didnt stop. Unbeknownst to you, the karasuno guys didnt stop teasing him about his crush on you. How ‘pathetic’ he was for tripping in front of you and screwing everything up. Yeah. He decided. This was hell.

-you’ve been co-manager for the team for about two months now and you’ve often noticed how nishinoya acts around you. You assumed he was the type that needed time to adjust to new people, but you’ve been attending practices for two months now!

-one day, when practice ran late, you decide to get to the bottom of it.

-“nishinoya-kun. May i talk to you for a bit? In private please.” you gave that sweet smile, praying he would say sure. And he did.

-you clear your throat before continuing. “I’ve… i’ve noticed how clumsy and nervous you get when im around. Please dont take this weirdly- but am i bothering you?”

-“no-! Of course not-” Nishinoya denies, his cheeks reddening.

-“are you sure? I mean, if im making you uncomfortable- i can back off.” You offer, not wanting to make Nishinoya uncomfortable. Are there other guys on the team that feel like this? Your thoughts spiral, but nishinoya speaks up again.

-“q-quite the opposite actually-“ his face reddens even more and he covers his mouth, “I-i mean- not in that way-“ nishinoya ends up burying his face into his hands to avoid further embarrassment.

-“i-i mean- forget i said anything!” And with that, he rushes off to the other guys.

-youre left standing there, confused. Huh? Did i do something wrong?

-and its not until youre home in the shower that you realize why he might be so nervous. Oh…!

-eh… well… maybe nishinoya’s patheticness is kind of cute…

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a/n: im SO SO SO sorry it takes me so long to do reqs! But anyways, break started so im locking in snd being productive 👅👅👅 for this req, i tried out a bullet point format that i see other writers do. Tbh it makes the whole thing easier to write and i dont stress as much as i do over oneshots😓 anyways ty all for reading!!!

[agendabymooner]

SOMETHING CONVERSATIONAL !!! CARLOS S. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: just two good friends having deep conversation… or just simply a heated conversation over a call.

💌 re:moony's planner request: "hi, can you write phone sex with carlos sainz?."

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), use of explicit language, phone sex, dom!carlos x brat-ish!reader), masturbation (m and f), dirty talking, degrading + dumbification, friends with benefits type beat (with a hint of yearning), squirting, brief mentions of orgasm denial, extremely filthy i did not write this i promise.

note: my demons won today pls be proud of them. enjoy xx (also! please don't hesitate to give me your opinion or talk to me!!!)

ps: i’ve also been spending my time on character ai too much and i just subconsciously thought of being in a poly relationship with fernando and lewis… anyway… enjoy

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she didn’t know what drove her to call him in the middle of the night. they were nothing but friends, after all. 

friends don’t usually call to check in… let alone to get off as if they hadn’t placed their labels below the expected standard (everyone could have sworn that they were dating; they both laughed at the thought while continuing to (eye) fuck each other.) 

so she had no clue why she was willing to submit to him no matter how far he was. she was willing to listen to every single thing he’d tell her.

did she want the orgasm or the attention? she wasn’t sure— but either of the reasons had something to do with him, and it was becoming worse for her yearning as she cursed beneath her breath. today had been the worst of all days for hers

she huffed quietly and got comfortable under her covers, but her exhaustion left soon enough that she became more frustrated and agitated. her frustration left her with the stupid idea of calling him. 

carlos sainz picked up at the second ring and she could practically hear his smirk through his voice as he greeted her, “shouldn’t it be past your bedtime now, bonita?” 

she rolled her eyes, “shouldn’t it be past yours?” she didn’t even think to say hi to him, instead she snarked back at him with the same amount of playfulness in her tone.

“no,” carlos hummed as he spoke with his usual deep tone, “in the hotel though. we just finished our media day duties.”

“nice,” she muttered, his voice sending signals straight to her brain as her legs involuntarily closed.

it was as if he knew what she wanted at this moment as carlos chuckled quietly, “i could get into details about what i’ve done today, but i don’t think you’re that interested in listening.”

she snapped out of her thoughts as she replied monotonously, “i’m a good listener. good friends come with good listening ears.” even carlos knew that she was lying. 

“uh huh,” carlos said as he held his phone closer. “and this good friend knows a lot about you.” 

“that right?” she taunted, feeling the tension between them rising no matter how far apart they were from each other. “what do you know then, good friend?” 

carlos scoffed, his domineering attitude getting the best of him as he smirked, “you’re getting too mouthy, princesa.” 

he nearly laughed at the sound of fabrics rustling from her side of the call, knowing that she was squirming in anticipation already. he could imagine her heart beating fast, waiting for him to make the next move as her face feigned innocence.

carlos always had the upper hand and they both knew that. they both knew who was in control and she was in no place to oppose. 

“you’re acting like this because you are so frustrated,” carlos deduced with a tut, “you’re talking back like you’d be able to handle the consequences of your attitude.”

her free hand had snaked down her nightdress as she felt her bare mound becoming more damp as she proceeded to push his buttons. she replied back, “maybe i’m just projecting my frustration onto you, carlos.”

“by acting like a brat?” carlos’ voice became more stern as he spoke lowly, “you know that begging is the best way to do that, bonita. if you wanted to release it, you should’ve asked nicer— you shouldn’t be touching yourself without permission like a fucking brat. take that pathetic hand off your pussy, princesa, i’m warning you now.” 

like an instinct, she immediately pulled her hand away from her wet cunt. she didn’t even realize that he picked up on it until she found herself writhing while she subconsciously toyed with her clit at the sound of him. 

carlos chuckled with a demeaning and teasing tone, “see? you do listen then. and i thought i’d have to deny you orgasms when i get back.” 

“carlos,” she whimpered, rubbing her thighs for friction as she listened to him laugh aloud. 

“oh, no no, bonita, you don’t get to ‘carlos’ me,” he replied with a mocking tone. “you don’t get to see me right now, bebe.”

“but i want to see you,” her lips trembled, her mind shifting away from reality to her submissive state. she continued, “i wanna see you touch yourself and your cock.”

“how badly?” he murmured sweetly. 

“so bad,” she mumbled through her phone, her pleading tone making carlos’ cock twitch as he continued to stroke himself slowly. 

carlos knew that he was torturing himself with the teasing, but he couldn’t find himself to stop as his sweet tone turned to a mocking one as he replied, “too bad.” 

he settled himself on his hotel bed as he spat on his palm and stroked his cock. he then instructed her, “go on then.” 

she seemed so lost as she asked, “what?”

carlos laughed haughtily, “don’t tell me you’re already dumb just thinking about getting your pussy fucked with my cock, princesa?” he then clicked his tongue, “touch yourself. i wanna hear you cum.” 

she wasn’t even sure anymore. she was just eager to please him and herself, her fingers gathering the wetness that oozed out of her cunt before she pressed down on her clit and moved them in circular motions. 

she bit her lip as she sighed, making carlos demand, “i wanna fucking hear you.” 

she elicited a whiny sigh as she continued to torture herself slowly. she told him, “i’m so wet.” 

“i can hear, baby,” carlos crooned, his own hand moving up and down his length before his thumb rubbed his thick tip. “i can hear your pretty pussy perfectly well.” 

“those noises that you make are making my cock throb really hard, bebe,” he muttered, earning a whimper of ‘fuck’ from the other side of the call as carlos continued, “they make me want to fly back and fuck you until you’re shaking and sore.” 

“mmm…” she cried out, feeling her hips rising to meet her rubbing fingers halfway through. “…fuck!” 

“your pussy— fuck, princesa,” carlos cursed, “it makes me want to see how fucking wet you will be the next time i fuck you everywhere in your place.”

carlos’ hand increased its pace as her breathing became rapid. carlos growled, “i want to hear you in person- i want to hear you screaming for my name because you’re a pathetic slut who’s desperate to cum all over my cock.” 

“o- oh, fuck,” she sobbed, “can i please fuck myself with my fingers? please, carlos?” she knew that she couldn’t risk not asking him to cum all over her own fingers. she was so lost that she needed his guide. 

carlos permitted her, “go on. put those two fingers inside of you, bonita. i want you to fuck yourself fast.” 

she immediately obliged, her middle and ring fingers scissoring inside her cunt as she wailed in pleasure. her fingers curled up against the sensitive spot inside of her as she uttered, “ah~ fuck~!” 

“it feels good, bonita?” carlos asked huskily as his breathing rapidly increased, stroking himself at the sounds that her squelching cunt made as she fucked herself at a pace that he wanted her to be. 

“mhm,” she nodded, not even realizing that he wasn’t there. “so good, ‘los. fuck.” 

“it’s not as good as mine, bebe,” he growled lowly, “when i get back i’m gonna be fucking that pussy of yours with something more bigger. gonna make sure you cum all over my mouth, my fingers and my cock— gonna make sure your bed’s all filthy from the mess that i’ll make of you.”

“car— los! fuck, i’m cumming,” she babbled as she pleaded, “can i please cum, carlos? please?”

“fuck, i’m cumming too, bonita,” he let out a deep groan as he demanded firmly, “cum all over your fingers, princesa. fucking cum.” 

she let out a high pitched whine, fucking herself through her orgasm as liquid trickled out of her pussy. her sheets were covered with her cum as her body shook before easing off. 

carlos came all over his stomach, groaning aloud as cum shot out of his cock.

both of them breathed heavily and rapidly, falling into silence as they gathered their thoughts and breathing. 

carlos then reached for his phone and asked, “you still there?”

“yuh huh,” she mumbled, laughing to herself before she said, “never came this much over the phone before. watching porn never worked this much either.” 

carlos chuckled, cleaning himself up as he spoke, “what can i say? i’m a miracle worker.” 

she scoffed playfully, “yeah right. okay.” 

perhaps there was a real reason why she called him in the first place. she just needed to see it for herself before realizing it. 

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[princessniquane]

Help

San/reader

Tags: overprotective Ateez, angst, accidental orgasm denial, fingering, squirting, kissing, pussy slapping, slight dom!San, slight pleasure dom!San, slight brat!reader

San helps out readers sexual frustration because friends scared the hoes

You and the boys were out at dinner to eat. It was a great time and everyone enjoyed the food and service, mainly you enjoyed the service and that shouldn’t have been a problem. Unfortunately for you, it was, because the boys were acting like complete assholes.They weren’t doing it too much to the cute server who was nice and complimented you but towards you.

Yes you were flirting back and why wouldn’t you? You’re single and you want to get laid, what’s wrong with that? Every time a guy tries to talk to you or get close to you, one of the boys push themselves in between. EVERY TIME! It’s like they have some kind of radar or something where if a guy comes up to you, they ruin your chances of getting laid. You’re pent up and freaking frustrated! They make sure they have an arm around you or be extra touchy.

“Why do you guys do that?”

“Do what?” Yunho asks whose arm is still around my shoulders.

“You know what I’m talking about. All of you do,” You say, trying not to lose your temper.

“He’s not worth your time,” Wooyoung says, brushing you off.

“Wooyoung is right, you know. You deserve better than that,” Yunho. The others nod their head agreeing.

“Oh? And who IS deserving?” You challenge them. “Please. Tell me. I’m all ears.” When no one says anything you get up and leave.

“Wait, come back.” They start pleading for you to come back but you’ve heard enough and just want to be left alone. You make your way home and try to calm down. You know they are doing this to look out for you but sometimes it’s just too much. You don’t interfere when they get hit on and asked out, if anything you encourage them to go and have some fun. When it happens to you ‘oh they’re not right for you’, ‘you can do better than him’, and blah blah blah. You just want to get off and go about your business, you’re not asking for marriage and kids with these guys.

You love them and all but this overprotectiveness is not working for you. It’s definitely not helping your libido. It’s killing it actually. When you get home you get ready for bed and put your toys out for another night of being blocked by THEM. You made sure to at least let them know you made it home before putting your phone on do not disturb, you don’t want them to worry and bother you during your alone time as well.

Ten minutes in, you’re almost there when there’s a knock at your door. At first you didn’t hear it but the person was persistent. You get up and cover yourself to open the door to San. He was leaning on the doorframe, hair slicked back and arm crossed. You sigh.

“What do you want?”

“I wanted to check on you.”

“I texted that I got home safe.”

“And then proceeded to put it on DND ignoring our calls and text messages.”

“Do you blame me?”

“Sweetheart…”

“No San! I get that you guys are looking out for me I do, but you can’t protect forever. You can’t scare off every guy that comes my way.”

“Sure about that,” he says raising his eyebrow. You go to close the door on him, but he pushes it open letting himself inside. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“Of course you didn’t.” You plop yourself on the couch. San sits next to you and apologizes to you again. He turns to you looking at the carpet. You’re as stiff as a board because he interrupted your alone time and then he shows up looking and smelling good. Anyone with eyes can see how fine Choi San is. How kind, and thoughtful he is towards people. He’s exactly your type but you don’t want to ruin your friendship.

San being this close to you and you still being horny, is not helping at all. He needs to leave so you can relieve yourself and go to bed and hopefully forget about today. “What can I do?” You blink at him. “What can I do to help you out? I can do it, you know, just tell me what you want me to do and I’ll do it.” Your ears start to flush red.

“Wha-”

“You haven’t stopped squeezing your thighs together since I sat down. I know what you want. Say it,” he tells you, his voice lowered. You go to tell him to fuck off but he interrupts you again. “Let’s not pretend Sweetheart. All you have to do is ask, and you’ll get what you’ve been wanting all this time.”

“You…..”

He smirks while tilting his head to the side. “I…” You look away from his intense stare. San grabs your chin, turning your gaze back on him. “Don’t look away from me when we’re talking.” You try hard to look him in the eyes but you can’t so you look at his mouth. He scoffs. You bite your bottom lip and take a breath. He moves his head so you two meet eyes again. “There she is,” he smiles. One thing San knows how to do is disarm you of your walls. Not the walls you want him to but still. “Tell me.”

You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “.....help,” you mumble.

He puts his hand to his ear. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

You push his shoulder. “I said I need your help ok!” he laughs. “It’s not funny San! I’m frustrated here!”

“Ok ok.” He spreads his legs wide and pats his thighs. You hesitate. Are you really going to do this? “Come on, I won’t bite. Let me help you with this, unless you don’t want any help?” You quickly get up and sit between his spread legs. He chuckles at you. “So cute.” He turns your head to look at him with a serious look on his face. “Are you sure you want to do this? WILL you let me do this?” You nod your head yes. “I need to hear you say it Sweetheart. Tell me you want this. We can stop anytime, just tell me…please,” he begs. He wants this just as much as you do.

“Please San, I want you to help me. I want this…want you.” As soon as he gets permission from you he removes your robe and then starts to rub up on your thighs. He spreads and kneads them in his hands earning a moan from you. He pulls you up right on his dick so you can feel how hard he is. You gasp.

“Do you see what you do to me? Ever since you opened the door in your robe with your chest nearly out. Fuck you must really wanted to kill me, opening the door looking like that,” he says as he rubs up and down your body. San kisses and sucks on your neck and shoulder while squeezing your breasts. You grind on his dick making him throw his head back on the couch. “Shit Sweetheart…”

San removes your panties and spreads your legs back open for him. He slowly massages your inner thighs getting closer and closer to your pussy. “Don’t tease San, please.”

“You’re no fun,” he pouts. San rubs inbetween your lips collecting your wetness and spreading it around your pussy and clit. You buck up into his hand but he uses his other hand to pull your hips down. “Stop that.” He goes back to rubbing your clit slowly getting you more and more wet until you start dripping on the couch. “Dripping just from a couple strokes Sweetheart?” he teases.

“San…” you breathe.

“Mmmm…” he goes back to rubbing up and down your slit and to your hole, teasing you. You buck up again. *Smack* San spanks your pussy. “What did I tell you Sweetheart?” The smack felt really good so you buck up again. You hear him scoff. “Alright. If that’s how you want to play it.” San takes one hand keeping one leg open and starts raining down hits on your covered pussy.

It may hurt but it hurts so good, especially on your clit. If you’re being honest with yourself you might actually just come like this. Spread open with San hitting your covered pussy. “If you were really about it, you’d do it without my panties in the way,” you challenge him. He stops and you can feel him relax even more behind you. You hear him suck in air behind you. You’re so fucked.

Without a word San removed your panties and put you right back in his lap. He leans close to your ear, “just remember you asked for this Sweetheart.” San rubs your pussy up and down quickly and back to your clit, quickening his paces. You follow his movements and then *smack* *smack* he lays two smacks on you and goes back to rubbing. Dan switches up when he spanks your pussy, never in the same pattern or on the same spot.

Honestly, this just makes things even more intense for you. You’re loving every second of this. One hit actually hurts and you close your legs, he stops and asks if you’re ok. You nod and he continues. He tells you to open back up and takes your mouth hostage.

As you two make out, he finally inserts two fingers inside you. Moaning into his mouth and feeling how tight you are, he can’t help but grind up into you. He wants to fuck you so bad but tonight isn’t about him, it’s about your pleasure and what you deserve, even though you’re being a brat.

San doesn’t waste time in going slow. He starts to finger you fast, he wants to hear you moan- no scream his name. He needs it. It doesn’t take long for you to say his name like a mantra as you get close. “San….San…fuck….” you moan. You start to buck up again and San puts an arm around your waste keeping you down. He bites down on your neck and you arch up against him. You’re so close.

“That’s it Sweetheart….cum on my fingers….so fucking good….so good for me….come on….thats it….”

“San San San…..fuuuucccckkk,” you scream as you cum on his fingers. San keeps fingering you through your orgasm. “Oooh fuck…San….San please….too much….” you moan.

“Want me stop?” he says slowing his fingers to a stop. You shake your head no quickly and San speeds his fingers back up. San goes back to rubbing your clit and back to your hole throwing in an occasional spank to you. Again, never in the same pattern or spot. The last couple hits to your clit, you squirt on his hand. San rubs your pussy spreading it all around, moaning in your ear as you ride it out.

Once you finally come down San stops and kisses the side of your head as you catch your breath. He holds you close as you lay back on his chest.

“Good?” he asks you. You nod your head as you start to doze off. San picks you up and takes you to your bedroom where he cleans you up and tucks you into bed. You grab his hand before he can try to leave. He looks into your sleepy eyes that asks him to stay. San smiles and gets in the bed behind you, pulling you into him, and kisses the top of your head.

A/n: I haven’t written smut in awhile so sorry if it feels rushed or anything. Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

[alliseaisfandom]

Some Coven of Chaos headcanons

(I haven't watched the finale yet and so I'm coping already just in case. For arguments sake we assume the road was real and at the end it gave Jen, Billy, Agatha and Rio the rest of the coven back, because I'm sappy and live in denial)

They're all alive and meet for holidays. Keep that in mind for the rest of the list.

Jen mixes the best drinks. Alcoholic or not, everyone is convinced there's magic involved. She's got a lifelong ownership of the liqueur cabinet at everyone's house.

Alice can play the cello. Billy is the only one who knows this fact. That is until he can get her tipsy enough to break it out someday play for the coven (he almost got it at Samhain)

Lilia has a "memorial pool" in her backyard.

She was also the one to veto Cats out of Billy's suggestion list for musicals they could go to

Said musical outing has yet to happen since almost everyone voted in a different thing

Agatha voted for wicked.

Rio voted for beetljuice (there was a fight over this, Billy remembers very little of it other than hearing Eddie yell "just because you say it three times doesn't mean your vote counts more". It was the first time he brought Eddie to meet the Coven, and sure at the time he didn't know he was arguing with Death Herself, but Billy was impressed regardless)

Lilia voted for Carmen. When told that Opera was not on the list, she argued that dying granted her an extra vote.

Alice agreed, and so West Side story lives on Billy's whiteboard with 2 votes

Jen voted first and picked Chicago, which Billy also voted for, unfortunately when he tried using Lilia's argument, he was reminded rather aggressively and extensively by Rio that being unmade and Dying are actually two very different things

It's the most anyone has ever heard her talk at once and Billy still regrets not taking out his notebook to remember more of it

Unfortunately he only remembered that he did in fact die as William after he and Eddie were on their way home

Rio hates easter with a passion. She has a great time during Good Friday and then sulks for the rest of the weekend

She also steers clear of most of South America and southern Europe in the ends of cotober-beginning of November, not that she doesn't like the Death related holidays, it's just that people keep spotting her even when she doesn't want them to! It's exclusive to that time of year and she's been trying - and failing- to stop it for centuries

The Titanic was a gift from Agatha to Rio. Yes the Iceberg was an accident, in the way that it rendered useless the very precarious fire she'd set to one of the engine rooms

Rio was very thankful.

Billy's school organised an end of year trip to Italy. That night he got a call from Lilia where she told him the best places to go to, what tourist traps to avoid, and asked if he could bring her back a package stashed away under the floorboards of what he eventually found out was a heavily guarded historical monument

The first time they all actually got together to celebrate anything was Alice's birthday dinner

Agatha found herself with 6 unwanted guests in her kitchen and zero explanation. She did not kick them out, a fact she loudly proclaims to regret as often as possible

There is a group chat

Billy, Alice e and Rio are the most active in it, with Jen following, a bit behind because she "actually has a real job that takes up time that you all seem to have free for some reason" (her herb garden died that afternoon and she refused to answer any of Rio's texts for a week after that.)

Lilia never interacts, and they're not entirely sure she receives the messages, as everyone's phones glitch when they try to check

Agatha leaves them on read

Jen was invited to a beauty event in New York. She brought Billy as her plus one, who proceeded to act as her agent all night, getting her two new brand deals, and a spot on a talk show. She brings him along every time now

To be continued

[runespoor7]

hello!! for the ask game -- any more details about that post where wei wuxian finds out that wen ning and jiang cheng are hooking up post-canon 👀

the background for this is that WWX hears about WN/JC a while after WN/JC has been a thing - they've had time to phase out of the hate-sex phase, the phase where they're surprised that they have a cordial acquaintance interspersed with moment of kinship outside of sex, and are in the phase where they're willing to see where this takes them. it's been a few years since the end of canon, so WWX and JC have crossed paths since then.

WWX goes through some truly embarrassing denial. Because clearly what WN and JC gave been having isn't sex, it's not like, y'know, sex-sex. They must have been cutely holding hands and cuddling.

or, well, actually WWX isn't even thinking about that part too much either because the idea of JC cuddling makes his heart twinge and his throat go tight and actually what matters here is that what WN and JC are doing is fake sex and can't be real or correct or good!! They're probably too embarrassed to even hold hands, WN's too nice to push and JC is awful!!!

for the record LWJ hates this and is glaring at WN whenever they meet because WN is the one who stumblingly and delicately mentioned that he and SLJ are seeing one another, thank you WN.

2. for a while WWX manages to keep his obnoxiousness under enough wraps that WN can ignore it.

then one day WWX makes the mistake of switching targets for his random bout of fretting, and instead of bothering his husband he talks at WN about his ConcernTM regarding JC having sex WN having sex WWX not being there JC not being good at cuddling while WN needs someone who'll be nice to him.

WN awkwardly conveys the information that oh, hm, actually, that is not an issue, JC is a very good cuddler.

and then some demon must have taken over WN's mouth for a moment, probably invited by WWX's moue of disbelief because WN adds, very neatly cutting through WWX's exclamation that ah, that's just like WN to be so nice, but he's just saying that because he doesn't know better, because in fact--, "i just get him tired enough."

3. denial comes crashing down violently around WWX's ears and so does his peace of mind.

(there's a lot WWX hasn't made his peace with. JC never let him cuddle when they swapped handjobs as teens.)

suddenly WWX starts treating WN like a rival. it's unexpectedly thrilling for WN, and the fact that WWX's moods make it clear that in WWX's mind, WN is winning, makes it even sweeter. WN isn't used to winning. (WN wouldn't have thought of JC as a prize, it's complicated, the thing with JC. and yet. WWX thinks of JC as a prize. Even if he's not admitting it to himself.)

(LWJ is hating this even more but if he'd made a habit of trying to enforce his boundaries with WWX he wouldn't be WWX's regular, would he. he does try to distract WWX! with his dick! it has admirable success for the duration of coitus and then WWX starts getting the same look again. Distracting WWX with a mystery and a night-hunt just ends with WWX musing about looking up specific legends in YunmengJiang, at which point LWJ recognizes that they're going to have to go to Lotus Pier and hope for the best.)

4. They go to Lotus Pier, where: JC has so far been blissfully ignorant of this entire farce.

There's some new tension between he and WN because JC misinterpreted some mentions of WWX WN made, and WWX is an extremely fraught topic between them, one that they've avoided since they rolled out of their hate-sex phase. Originally JC doesn't link WWX's visit to WN's presence, he's too busy being taken aback (and distrustful) (and happy) at WWX being there, WWX trying to recall their history, WWX acting almost as close as they did once.

WN - who was already here! funny how these things work out! - is wincing throughout out these proceedings. WN himself isn't invited to stay in Lotus Pier proper, it's one of these things. YMJ doesn't have dogs for SLJ to unleash on WN, but he wouldn't want to take the risk, it seemed like a boundary worth respecting. There's something particularly awful about seeing WWX ingratiate himself - the word that comes to WN's mind is woo, really - with JC with JC unaware of the reason why it's happening.

Telling JC the truth keeps being the role WN stumbles into, time and again. At least this time he isn't trying to hurt JC on purpose. Even though talking about WWX is another of those boundaries of JC, another of those things that WN knows hurts JC, but--

at least this time he didn't wait years before telling JC either.

5. JC reacts by immediately being furious at everyone involved, but mostly at WWX, and there's a HUGE DRAMATIC SHOUTING MATCH.

JC acts like WWX returning like that, because of this, is some horrible betrayal.

WWX is outraged that WN told JC. (WWX's actual problem is that he's atrociously jealous of someone, anyone, getting somewhere with JC that he never got, by which I mean not just sex but also cuddling and a stable relationship that you can tell the people close to you about, and desperately needs to be higher in JC's priorities. he knows better, he really does, but WN's revelations turned his world upside down and.)

JC is also outraged that WN told WWX about-- *angrily cuts himself off* "--about you two fucking," WWX finishes, so incensed he's that close to calling JC by his courtesy name. And how is that any of WWX's concern exactly, to which WWX retorts something along the lines of "making sure they're not hurting one another," or something equally untrue. There's accusations of WWX playing games (JC - about WWX's return; then WN - about WWX trying to seduce JC, which gets JC snapping at WN and LWJ grimly nodding), there's an attempt from LWJ (who is throwing poisonous looks at both JC and WN) to convince boo that they're not worth it, let's just go, and WWX spits out in a fit of atrocious jealousy that it's his business because they're his, WN is his, and WWX had JC first, so why does JC let WN cuddle him--

at which point JC throws everyone out for the night. WWX and LWJ have to find a room at an inn, and WWX feels the disgrace acutely from having a guest room. (LWJ is indispensable in dragging WWX away, for the record. LWJ doesn't drag WWX all the way back to Cloud Recesses, because WWX "needs" to have JC, as he stresses to LWJ. But he thought about it before WWX started tugging on his heartstrings.)

5.5 - that same night

WWX slinks back out of the inn and beelines straight for LP. he needs to talk to JC, to fix things - JC always thinks the worst of things, it all went topsy turvy. There were too many people! This conversation he should have had without WN. (there's another conversation he needs to have with WN, but WWX's been putting that off forever and isn't going to stop now.) Even LWJ, bless him, of course JC would take everything the wrong way, given how he is with LWJ around.

WN intercepts him just as he's about to enter LP. And isn't budging on not letting him in. ("He said no, Wei-gongzi.") there's something very ironic about WN acting like JC's watchdog without being asked but WWX isn't unpacking all that - it feels like if he did he would entirely unravel.

A couple of WWX's arguments erode WN's resolve - "he threw you out too; you know you need to convince him to take you back or he'll keep a grudge and he won't take you back before forever" and "WN, we both care about JC," and "we need to dissipate this misunderstanding" - and if he'd had just a little more time he's sure he could have gotten through to him but JC finds them before that can happen. (people who trust in WWX's ability to take no for an answer: 0) Eyes slit, looking unhappy, all "what are you doing here."

"We came to see you."

Grudgingly, JC takes them in.

(He, too, thinks it's something unfinished. And his weak point was always fear of abandonment. What if he pushes away too much. They returned tonight. It would be foolish to push them away again; what if they change their minds?)

they're more tired than earlier, and quieter, so despite JC taking them to his office and not his bedroom after the confessions of caring and hurt they'll manoeuver themselves into a successful threesome before the night is out. (despite WWX tempting fate or at least JC's temper by asking whether it's truly so bad that WWX didn't say why he was back now? and no, for JC of course it's not, it's about WWX never telling the truth.)

After all, they came back.

[allthesmutl0vers]

Managing Mischief: Weasley Twins x F! Reader (Summary/Author's Note/Trigger Warnings)

MDNI. 18+. NSFW.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x F! Reader x George Weasley

Author’s Note

This is a work of fanfiction. I do not own any characters, situations, or places that I do not create. All credit goes to WB and ‘she who shall not be named.’ 

This work is not to be printed, sold, or bound, as that would be an illegal act. Keep our fanfiction writers safe and our work free and accessible to everyone. 

Please read the following trigger warnings and side notes.

Trigger Warnings

Please read before proceeding, as some content might not be for everyone. 

Heavy Smut and BDSM Elements: Semi-Public Sex, Orgasm Denial and Over Stimulation, Choking, Hair Pulling, and Bondage. 

Sex Toys: Vibrator, Dildo, and Both.

Mentions Of Eating Disorder: Anorexia Specifically: Reader struggles with it and wants to heal but doesn’t know how. 

Mentions of Depression and Self-Harm: In past tense with the possibility of it returning. This is your one warning.

Threesome Scenes: No sword crossing with Fred and George, but I guess still twincest because they fuck her at the same time. 🫠

Praise and Degradation

Drama: I mean, it’s Hogwarts.

Drinking, Partying, and Other Types of Debauchery: Again, it’s Hogwarts and Fred and George are in the story. 

Key Story Notes

Dumbledore killed Voldemort the night he killed James and Lily Potter and saved Harry before Voldemort could try to kill him, so he is not a horcrux. All horcruxes were found and destroyed by Dumbledore and Snape before Harry came to Hogwarts. 

Ron and Ginny are twins, one year younger than y/n, Fred and George, and the same age as Harry and Hermione. 

Draco and his friends are the same age as y/n, Fred and George. 

Sirius was proven innocent in Harry’s third year, and Harry has lived with him ever since.

Part One

[komiloves]

౿  ׂ   ִ        ⁀   ˳ ⊹⠀- General HCs ! || Ijekiel Alpheus, Lucas x Reader ⁀   ⊹⠀ Note: New writing style, no one cheered 😔 I barely see any WMMAP x reader and I'm deprived of it right now. Time to put tumblr on use 😹😹

Ijekiel is the gentlemen every girl could dream of. That sounds much more cheesy than I thought it would be. Seriously though, his calm and soft face? His gentle yet can be teasing personality?? Whoa dude, it's 1 in the morning why is the sun so bright already? Wait, that's not the sun!

Imagine standing alone at the grand ball Obelia had held and then suddenly someone bumps to you and when you look up, it's the son of Duke Alpheus himself, apologizing and that singular apology escalated into a whole night chat. Since when did you get the main character syndrome?!

Ijekiel loves practicing ball dances with you. Gently holding you with his pair of warm hands while he teaches you how to coordinate your steps. He lightly teases you when you accidentally made a mistake such as stepping on his foot.

He loves doing your hobbies with you. Oh you like sleeping? He'll nap with you. Oh you like to chew on snacks? He'll bring you some. You like drawing? He'll watch you draw and compliment you even as simple as you drawing lines. You like to read? He'll bring you to the library and have a quiet pleasant date with you there. You like to gossip a lot? He'll listen to you the whole time with affirmative nods. You like to shop? He'll bring you to your favorite place and offer to carry your bags even if you insisted that you can do it yourself.

Ijekiel definitely introduce you to his family, even if you told him that he doesn't have to. The meeting felt like him proposing to you and asking his family for support.

Ijekiel would learn stuff for you. Oh you can't cook? Suddenly you're greeted by some delicious dishes on the table when you come over at his place. You fell asleep on your desk after doing some stuff overnight? When you wake up, you suddenly found some flowers with a letter on it tinted with his scent. He loves acting on assistant for you.

When he gets jealous, all he simply does is shoot the person you're paying attention to a passive aggressive smile before gently pulling you away from them, claiming that the two of you have some stuff to do.

Overall, a really sweet sweet sweet man. Ijekiel is a really gentle guy with you, he loves to show you that he adores you with his whole life.

Lucas is a massive asshole with you. This man would stubbornly stand on his point. What point you ask? His denial of being in love with you.

Lucas has been alone and so unattached of his feelings for hundreds of years and suddenly a simple person like you who he would definitely belittle of is making him feel things?

He would definitely deny his feelings at first. The butterflies? Probably just his stomach rumbling. His heart beating fast? Could be a sign of fever, aaand you name it. At the end, he couldn't help but succumb to it. Your smile is more than enough to light his days up and he secretly really loves it.

This man is the opposite of Ijekiel. He shows his worries to you with snarky yet light remarks. "Holy shit, you looked uglier than yesterday with those eye bags. Did you get enough sleep at all??" And then you two proceeded to banter like you usually do.

Believe it or not, Lucas is very needy when it comes to your attention. When he wants your attention, he will do stuff and then make it seem like he didn't do it on purpose (he sucks at it). Accidentally twisting and knotting his tie so that you could undo it for him and put it back on his collar, his earring fell off so you have to put it back on his ear, and more.

This man somehow knows what you like and what you dislike, even if you didn't directly tell him. He catches you staring extra longer at a stuff displayed on a shop? You'd find that thing in less than a week in your room.

He loves using you as an arm rest. No matter how tall you are, Lucas will somehow look taller than you just for the sake of teasing you and using you as his arm rest when he's standing up.

When he gets jealous, he will make it clear that he does NOT like the person you're paying attention to. Send them death stares, glares, unamused yet condescending looks that says "I'm way better than you" before finally dragging you away, with the sarcastic excuse of "Oh sorry, they're busy, do you mind???"

No matter how flustered he himself could be when faced with his own feelings, Lucas absolutely, definitely, truly loves flustering you. He just loooves the sight of you denying your embarrassed state when it's as clear as an open book.

Overall, Lucas is the type of person to be conflicted of his own feelings while secretly enjoying the butterflies you gave him.

[the-monkeies-girl]

Aww blue eyes is such a softie 🥺 he just needs to be held! - ✨

You're right ✨. HE DOES.

Blue Eyes had absolutely no idea how he managed to convince you to go with him and Ash in the early morning to go fishing. He had told you that it was the best time of day to go before the river was planted with other Apes that would cause the fish to scatter like crazy. That’s all that was said and now you were packed, rather warmly mind you, tight in your winter jacket that you had managed to scour from an abandoned retail store about a year ago. In your right hand was your spear, lighter and shorter in stature to Blue’s or Ash’s, given the smaller nature of your human hands. Blue had courteously given it to you after noticing you struggle to fish with the larger variants. He relished in the small silence as you looked at it with wide eyes taking it into your hand, his fingers brushing yours for just a second before you  smiled. That expression you gave him when you received the gift gave the Ape enough food for thought. He dwindled on it for a few days afterwards, falling in and of what felt like consciousness when your smile flashed in his mind. Ash had known what Blue did and teased him relentlessly, Blue coming back to retort with a simple ‘shut up’. What he did on his own time, with you or without, was not Ash’s business. 

At the moment, Blue Eyes thought about it long and hard, and this was surely the first time you were going to use it. A tiny bit of pride hit his chest and lingered rather uncomfortably unsure how to process it in the situation. He was a proud Ape regardless; he was the son of the Ape King, thus making him a Prince in his own right. Just something about you using a weapon he had made specifically for you? Blue Eyes shook his head. You were simply accepting of the gift out of politeness, Blue remembering something his Father had said about that, about gift giving. You were using it because it was easier. It was simple and easy to explain away the feeling that he had towards you. The young Chimp lingered his eyes up the horizon, blue gaze appearing brighter than usual as the sun hit them and you found yourself star-struck looking at him. Ash nudged you forward, right out of your trance with what could only be described as a chuckle. If your feelings for Blue Eyes were any more obvious, Caesar would have to step in and tell you to pick your jaw up off the floor. Feeling a small blush creep along your cheeks, you glanced at Ash who gave you an all knowing grin. Cheekily, you smiled back at him in your own nefarious way and dug the shaft of your spear into the ground to give you some leverage up the hill. Ash signed at you with one hand, noticing that Blue Eyes was intently focused on making sure that the area was safe before proceeding onwards. You were only about a click away from your destination, having left so early to get there. 

‘You think… he is…’ The sign he gave you was not one that was in your dictionary and it took your powers of deduction to figure out that Ash was heavily implying your attraction to his closest friend, noting that his body language was playful, teasing and all-knowing in a way, the sign you had no familiarity with being accompanied by Ash pushing his chest out to appear more broad, his teeth baring you a laugh. Your mouth flew open as you sputtered quietly. Not enough for Blue to hear you ahead, but enough to give Ash a chortle. ‘Do not!’ You signed defensively, the Ape next to you shaking his head at your adamant denial. 

‘So strong,’ You were being mocked playfully, ‘Blue Eyes, save me.’ Ash pretended to throw himself at you in some gesture that had to be how he imagined you’d throw yourself at Blue Eyes given the opportunity. You were heated- not angry, but embarrassed. You couldn’t help it. As much as you denied his words and actions, Ash was right.

‘Do not tell him.’

‘Will not.’ Ash was slow with his signing now, taking it upon himself to act as some bridge between the two of you. He was mildly tired from being stuck in the middle of the almost sickly glances you gave each other, of awkward encounters. He’d rather stroke the fire a bit just to see which one of you was going to crumble. You, with you obviousness or Blue Eyes with his obliviousness. He was your metaphorical wing-man as he told you, ‘Hard to tell Blue Eyes anything about you. You tell him.’

[faun-the-fawn77]

"ᵀᴴᴱ ᴺᴵᴳᴴᵀ ᵂᴱ ᴹᴱᵀ"

Rengoku Kyojuro x F!Hashira!Reader

Genre: literally just angst.

Word Count: 718

Warnings: Major Character Death, grief, depression, 1(one) mention of a miscarriage, talks of future death, please do not read if you're in a fragile state of mind. I am not responsible for the media you consume. read at your own risk.

Desc: The 7 stages of grief. It seems like I'm stuck on stage 4 and yet...I'm not.

Note: The way people process death varies from person to person. I know not many people have experienced that. I mean, you wouldn't want to. I, myself, have never truly processed that my grandpa is gone. I went from going to bed one night to being woken up by mom crying and telling my brother and I to give our grandpa love. Next thing I know is we have him being loaded into the back of a hearse and seeing him in a casket. We moved a year later and I guess since I was going into the 8th grade in a new state, I didn't have time to think and process. I was stuck in stage 4 for years. I've come to learn that, while I do miss him, I'm glad that he still managed to teach me something. That death could happen at any time and to anyone. It does not matter how strong they are or if they are young or old. Death takes when it is their time. I hope to the people who are or have gone through something similar: you are not alone. Yes, it's scary but it does get better. They are watching you and guiding you. You may not see them but that doesn't mean they aren't there.

It's like seeing everything from someone else's eyes. Your thoughts don't feel like your own. Your body is on autopilot.

Grief. People say that there are seven stages that your brain goes through. The first is denial. When I had received the news of my husband's death, I couldn't, no, wouldn't, believe it. There was just no way that the kindest and strongest human I knew, was dead. Then that boy, Tanjiro, came. He told us Kyojuro's last words.

Next was anger. The anger I felt towards the demon who took the life from my husband was easily seen on my face. I wanted so badly to just search search for this thing. Senjuro was quick to talk me out of it but that does not mean the feeling went away. I also hate to admit that I felt anger towards Kyojuro. How could he just leave us like this? Leave me and Senjuro alone. Our baby...

Bargaining. If I wasn't pregnant, I could have gone on the mission. I could have saved him. If I told him about the baby then maybe he wouldn't have left. He would've stayed and Kagaya could've sent another hashira instead. Maybe...

Depression likes to creep up on its victims. It slowly wraps itself around your brain and then constricts. When Senjuro pointed out how I didn't act like myself anymore, I knew then that depression had sunk its claws into me. My body moved on autopilot. Wake up, eat, sit at Kyojuro's grave, sleep, repeat. Senjuro made sure I took care of myself. Made sure I went to Shinobu's for baby check-ups. She told me how surprised she was that I haven't lost the baby from all the stress I'm under. She proceeded to tell me that it's probably because their father is Kyojuro so they're a fighter.

Shinjuro stopped drinking. He hasn't had a drop since the news. He helps Senjuro around the house and forces me to eat. He's worried about me. Senjuro as well.

I've been told that I talk in my sleep now. That I always cry. I've woken up to the two standing over me with concern and worry written on their faces.

Acceptance. I don't think I will ever accept his death. Accept that he is gone. He will never know about his child. That he was going to be a father. I remember how he used to tell me about what he wanted in his future. No demons, a nice house in the country, and kids. Of course, his vision was us with 10 kids but I talked him into having at least 4. He wanted all girls and I wanted equal number boys and girls.

I don't plan to court another. I don't plan to remarry. I don't think I could ever love another. Not as much as I love Kyojuro. While my friends want me to move on, to find someone who will help take care of my child, I just can't. Kyojuro will always be my child's father. I'll paint pictures so they know what he looked like. Tell them stories about the battles he fought in. I want them to know that their father loves them and is always watching over them.

The story of how Kyojuro and I met will be a story they will come to cherish. Maybe...this is hope?

Processing grief is the last step. I feel like I am stuck on step four. Shinobu says that while depression may be constant in my mind, I have processed my grief. It may have been processed differently, I have come to accept that Kyojuro is gone.

"I love you, Kyojuro. While you may not be here physically, I know that you are up there. You are waiting to see your child be brought into this world and live knowing that you love them and that you will guide them. When they are born, I will be called back onto missions. The fight with Muzan is closer than we think... and I hope to live to see our child grow but... I know that might not happen and you and I will be reunited sooner than we'd like."

I got up slowly, hand on my belly, and left a single flower upon the stone.

A blue spider lily.

Kyojuro would definitely have more than 10 kids if he could. He wants his own personal army so he can antagonize Sanemi. He'll spread them out evenly amongst the hashira when they need babysitters. a majority go to Uzui and his wives mainly because the wives adore the kids and they band together to pull pranks on Uzui. Mitsuri makes a comment about finding a husband and having kids which about kills Obanai. Shinobu is worried about you but you wave her off saying it makes him happy and you'd do whatever you could to make Kyojuro happy considering he almost died during his last mission(mugen train). Muichiro is definitely intrigued with the set of twins you had at one point. Giyuu actually cracks a smile when he sees 5 tiny Rengoku's climbing on Sanemi like he's a tree.

[rhayefrances]

it is so interesting to see the varying perspectives people hold for the character of griffith. obviously, there are those who harbor a strong hatred towards him and render his character as fully evil. though, conversely, there are people (i think they’re in denial) who appear to overlook the heinous acts he has committed and instead emphasize who he was "prior to the eclipse." while i can most definitely acknowledge that some transformation occurred within him, it is important to recognize that he held many of these negative traits even before the eclipse transpired and before he sacrificed his comrades to become femto.

from the outset, griffith’s ambitions have taken precedence over all else, and he has consistently shown a willingness to use both charm and coercion to achieve his objectives. this often results in outcomes that favor him, as shown by the incident in which he commands guts to eliminate count julius. although guts fulfills this directive, he also takes the additional step of slaying count julius's son. the elimination of both figures ultimately paved the way for griffith to draw closer to charlotte, the princess.

what REALLY gets me is the apparent disregard some have for the blatant assault he perpetrates against princess charlotte on the night guts departs. this dynamic, this power imbalance, is quite literally sexual coercion. charlotte held griffith in the highest regard—worshipped him, even—and his sole motivation for his attempts to be with her was to ascend the social hierarchy and ultimately attain his own kingdom. not to mention, throughout the entirety of the sexual encounter, his thoughts were preoccupied solely with the loss he experienced due to guts.

i also have seen that some people tend to dismiss his assault on casca, often citing that it was not the true griffith who committed the act, but rather his newly demonic incarnation, Femto. while this scenario could be plausible—especially considering that the transformation into femto does eradicate any remnants of humanity he once possessed—it is difficult to overlook his prior history of sexual violence. more so, there is the incident involving casca in the wagon, during which he was still very much human; the only reason he refrained from proceeding with the act at that time was due to his injured condition.

i must say, all in all—especially when you pay attention to the nitty gritty in the actual anime, rather than solely the Golden Age arc (the way i haven’t even done this yet…)—it’s evident that he is indeed a remarkably well-developed character. also, the manga provides additional depth to his portrayal. in the earlier anime from the 90’s, his character is considerably more nuanced, allowing for a more gradual evolution from his initial humanity to the remnants of his being prior to his transformation into femto. in the end, he really is an exceptional character, one of my best written villains in any anime (in my opinion); i just wish people would stop watering down his character 😭

[cheshirecat1s]

Ok so with I want to eat your pancreas Naruto au I suppose it could also work if you had sai playing the role the role of haruki and Sakura play the role of well Sakura but honestly it really just doesn’t hit the same way particularly do to the fact they already have a developed friendship in can and partly do to the fact that shino fits the role of haruki so well especially with them in canon that it’s something you could definitely see happening two people in the same class who’ve never really interacted devolving the most unlikely of friendship it just makes sense but also sai playing the role of haruki instead also intrigue me to do this probably I feline you would have to have them meet way before they ever do in canon and of course sai is still in root but you have to assume he would like often go under or at least play the role of a civilian when not in his root attire and of course in this scenario the would also meet at the hospital and sai with his curious nature would of course end up reading her diary and find out she’s dying of illness and sai being sai of course has a lack of any real reaction know him may he made a sly comment about it and Sakura with her temper (also I’m gonna say this takes place during her last year at the academy a time when on the outside she would try to act docile and tame) of course would act polite on the outside but inner Sakura would seriously want to pummel him it has her asking herself what’s up with this guy most people would at least try and act with some sort of sympathy and this is of course is what initially peaks her interest and sai of course in his root mind set takes this as an opportunity to gain information as while she may simply be a from a civilian family the fact that she happens to be in a class room full of clan kids and was previously the Yamanaka heirs dear friend she’s bound to have some sort of useful information and with that he would report to danzo and I think danzo would enroll him in the academy because he realize it a useful way to gain information honestly this part isn’t necessarily you could have him not be entered into the academy but still decided to go a long with Sakura’s plan as a way to get information this could honestly work better in long run but anyway I image it would go similarly to the original movie where sai while he originally only went along with her as a way to get information over time as the hang out together they start to develop a genuine friendship part of what interest me most in this scenario is the scene in which haruki ends up eventually crying I imagine this could be a very emotional moment as sai being a member of root who thought he was being capable of feeling having lost a dear friend ask permission and proceeding to break down sobbing its emotional cause while she may have died thank to her he’s able to breathe again in the end she showed him what it was like to be human and who he shows the dairy to at the end of the movie will be ino who is of course In denial about the fact that Sakura would ever lie to her she then of course runs off with sai chasing after her and in the end sakuras death is of course what brings them together overall I think that would be a pretty beautiful story

Someone should seriously write that I would definitely read it

[likecanyoujustnot]

Cardan’s letters pov

Part 6: Jude

A/n: i wish holly hadve just had Asha put the letters in like a drawer and not burnt them because cardan really put his heart and soul into these letters

Part 5

I’d gone through an entire bottle of wine in the past hour. Plus whatever I’d had at dinner. I’d sworn I would drink as much after I became king.

The bomb had had one glass.

She looked at me with so much pity in her eyes I knew I must look like shit.

Another week had gone by with no correspondence from Jude. Not even a threat or anything to tell me she wasn’t coming back.

Just… nothing.

And it was killing me.

The bomb had been doing her usual routine spying from the rafters, keeping a special eye out for the ghost and anyone who worked for Madoc.

And upon seeing me absolutely wasted she’d taken me back to my room, where I’d proceeded to open another bottle.

“Why won’t she come home?” God I sounded pathetic.

She shrugged. “How am I supposed to know?”

“You’re her friend. You know how she works.”

“And so do you. You’re her… whatever.” Husband. The word meant nothing if no one but us knew. “You’ve known her longer than I have.”

And yet, I didn’t know why she stayed away.

“I just want her back.”

The bomb’s gaze softened, just a bit. “Maybe you shouldn’t’ve exiled her.”

“She killed my brother.”

“And yet you still want her back.”

“I don’t care about the brother part, it’s that if I hadn’t, Orlagh could’ve demanded a much higher price.” I took another gulp of the wine. “Her life.”

The bomb grabbed the glass from my hand. “No more of this. Don’t look at me like that, can’t have Jude back if you drink yourself to death.”

As much as I hated to admit it, she was right.

“You should get some sleep.”

“Why do you care?”

“Because you are my king, and I can’t have you acting like this.”

“You never cared before.” I leaned back on the couch and surveyed the spy.

“Jude was here before.”

“My every minute of existence does not revolve around her.”

She looked at me, as though I had found a way to lie. But it wasn’t a lie, otherwise I couldn’t have said it. My sleeping minutes didn’t revolve around her. Technicalities.

“You keep telling yourself that. The denial is so strong you can even convince yourself that’s true.”

“What do you mean?”

She leaned forward, forearms on her knees. “You, High King Cardan, in love with your mortal seneschal, Jude Duarte.”

She was good. And right. I couldn’t deny it, and the bomb knew that judging by the massive smile on her face.

“What do you know of love?”

“More than you’d think.” There was a sorrow in her voice. “But I do know you stare at Jude when you think no one is looking, you have been miserable since she left. You yearn for her presence, for her to be with you and it kills you that she’s not here.”

Damn.

“What about you and the roach?”

Her smile dropped a fraction. “That is none of your concern.”

“Well then my relationships shouldn’t be any of yours.”

There was a pause, she sighed. “Look at us, the king of elfhame and his spy, sharing our miserable lives full of unrequited love.”

I sat up. “You think she doesn’t feel the same?”

She shrugged and took a sip from the wine glass she’d removed from me. “Jude’s mind works in strange ways, but then again so does yours.” She laughed. “Exile the woman you love, great idea, what could possibly go wrong?”

I scowled and she laughed again. “You can’t even deny you love her.”

“We’ve established that.”

“That’s what makes it funny.”

“Not to me.”

She shrugged again. “She definitely feels something for you, I saw the hurt in her eyes that day on the beach. Probably would’ve pained her less had you stabbed her in the stomach.”

Screw it. “We’re ma-”

There was a knock on the door. And the bomb got up to answer it.

I couldn’t hear the hushed words exchanged. I’d been so close to telling her the truth. Jude was queen. Her queen. My queen. And my wife.

The bomb came back and grabbed her cloak, calling over her shoulder. “There’s been an issue with some of our spies, I have to go take care of it. Don’t drink anymore.”

As if I would listen to her.

Everyone said alcohol was bad for you, but I was the high king, I was stronger and more powerful than the average faerie. And it numbed the pain.

That’s what I told myself as I went through another bottle.

I woke up, head pounding and wanting to throw up. How much did I drink?

At least I was in my bed, nothing but a pair of pants on.

There were three empty bottles on the table outside my bed chamber. So I’d had two once the bomb left. Not as many as I feared.

There was a note on the table, from the bomb?

No, it was in my handwriting.

One word.

Over and over again.

Until it got to the second last, which was different.

JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE JUDE

please Jude.

There were a few ink splatters on the page. Giving the intention drunk me had pressed too hard with the quill.

Seeing it brought back the memory of when we’d been in the court of shadows after the coronation.

When she’d questioned me about finding it in my room.

I didn’t ask how she’d found it, or why she’d been in my room. I didn’t care. And I didn’t care now. I just cared that she wasn’t here.

I didn’t even put on a shirt as I walked out of my room.

“This letter gets to Jude Duarte, or I will personally see your demise.”

The man looked at me, fear in his eyes as he took me in. Mad gilt in my eyes, no shirt, undoubtedly smelling of wine. He grabbed the letter and ran off.

I went back to my room.

I’d barely slammed the door shut before I’d collapsed against it, head in my hands.

How had I gotten here?

Someone knocked on the door.

A deep rumbling voice reached me, muffled through the door. “Your majesty.”

“Go away.” I hissed.

“I’m afraid it’s urgent.” The fool didn’t even hesitate.

“It. Can. Wait.”

“Taryn Duarte is here to see you.”

“She can wait too.”

“She says her husband is dead.”

I flung open the door.

“What?”

I’m done!!

I’m not sure if I should write the trial from Cardan’s pov?

Or do smth manorian

Idk

Give me ideas