#you got lost in my inbox 💔

[dipperscavern]

hey hey hey it’s ur cheeky anon who’s now appointed the 🫣 emoji lol

U know what u said about jon stroking ur calf when he beds you? Yeah, it’s so sweet and lovely and innocent, right?

yeah, until he yanks it up above ur head and absolutely destroys u 😍😍 like full on feral pounding Jon honey the wolf in u is showing

CHEEKY ANON IN THE HOUSE!!! (cheeky referencing this)

him pressing a kiss to your calf in a half-apology before throwing that leg over his shoulder and quote “absolutely destroys you” (he’s a loverboy even when laying pipe, what can he say?)

[captain-bubble-wrap]

since papi is here to stay imagine him with the reader and like him calling himself papa/papi instead of like dada or daddy

I AM SO SORRY THIS GOT LOST IN MY INBOX! 💔

Last night had been horrible. Both you and Auston had been up half the night, up and down until the sun had come up. Crying, screaming, and an unwillingness to lay down, had been the trifecta that lead to one of the worst nights the two of you had had since becoming new parents.

"Why don't you get some sleep, babe?" Auston whispered, watching you pace the floor with the baby in your arms. "I can take over from here."

You looked at him, eyes heavy and body pained from hours of walking circles. Sleep sounded so good -even just the thought- but with how much pain you were in, you wondered if you'd even be able to get any rest if given the chance. "C'mon, you look like you're about to fall asleep standing up."

His arms were outstretched, waiting for you to go along with his plan but you were reluctant. It wasn't because you didn't think he couldn't handle it, but you felt like you were getting close to some sort of breakthrough. But, on the other hand, maybe you were delusional?

"I'm gonna draw you a bath,, then it's my turn, okay? You deserve the break."

Before you could tell him no, he had already slipped out of the room, leaving you to continue bouncing the fussy baby who simply refused to nap. The searing pain across your shoulders burned with each movement you took; your feet ached, causing pain to radiate up your legs and settling in your lower back. Auston simply couldn't return soon enough, and when he did, you finally understood why he wanted you to take a break.

"Go on, mama. My turn." His smile was so warm, so inviting; his voice soft and full of love. "Take some time to yourself. We'll be alright."

Less reluctantly than before, you let Auston take your baby into his arms before giving you a soft kiss to your forehead. Slowly, due to the stiffness in your body, and the corresponding pain, you left the bedroom and went into adjoining bathroom. You'd get undressed as fast as you could and fully submerge yourself in the hot water. Like a rope being unraveled, the tension slowly melted away bit by bit and you'd finally allow your eyes to fall closed, although careful not to fall asleep.

After maybe thirty minutes or so, you wrapped yourself in one of Auston's robes and went to see how things were going, since you hadn't heard any crying. Silently, you wandered back into the bedroom where Auston was sitting on his side of the bed --his back to you--quietly talking to your baby.

"Shhh, shh, it's alright. It's alright. Papa's right here."

You'd put your fingers to your lips, smiling at the heartwarming moment you felt you were eavesdropping on. Auston was such a soft soul; a teddy bear when he felt comfortable enough to let his personality come through. Since becoming a father, it was like you had discovered a whole new side of him and it was such a wonderful journey to be on. But this moment? This was something different because he didn't know you were watching him.

You'd relish the memory for a moment before quietly making your way over to them. "How's it going?" You asked, laying your hand softly on his shoulder.

Auston smiled up at you, "We're alright, how are you?"

"I'm better, thank you. Need some help?"

He just shook his head, "No, mama, get some rest. I'm going to put this little one down for awhile then I'll come join you. You've done enough for today."

You'd give him a kiss before he rose to his feet. You could tell in his movements, that he was also feeling the effects of being up with so few hours of sleep. He was the best partner you could have ever asked for; one so selfless when it came to fatherly responsibilities. Turning back the covers of your bed, you'd wait for him to return before allowing yourself to succumb to any amount of rest you were granted. Thankfully, after just a few minutes, Auston returned to your bedroom -- his eyelids heavy with exhaustion.

"Come here, papi," you motioned, "Come to bed."

"What a night," he exhaled, nearly falling into the bed. "I don't think I've ever felt so tired."

"Me either," you replied, your sigh expressing more than your words. "We should probably get some sleep incase it starts again."

Auston looked at you concerned, "Please, not so loud... Don't tempt Fate like that, mama. I need more than just a two hour nap."

His words made you smile. You told him you'd take first shift so he could get some beauty sleep. Thankfully, his eyeroll was accompanied with a smile, or else you thought you may have hurt his feelings.

[hummingbird24220]

hello! How are you these days?:3 I hope you're doing well! I have a request if u don't mind

I'm feeling angsty rn, so I will probably need some scenarios of op men (you can choose) if they lost (they died) reader to a fight🥹 I'm so sorry if this is too angsty but I need it💔

I hope you understand my needs! haha, your writing is beautiful I can't deny it. if it's too deep or you don't want to do this request, you may skip or delete it. thank you in advance! 💕

Hello. SO sorry it took a while! Been swaaaaamped, got 50 ish requests in my inbox lol. Hope this breaks your heart , but like, in a good bad way.

They Lose You - Various x Reader

Luffy – “I’ll never forgive them. Never.”

He stands in the middle of the wreckage, knuckles clenched, face shadowed by his hat. The silence is deafening. Not even the birds dare to sing. “They were just… with us.” Usopp’s voice cracks. Luffy doesn't answer. The ground beneath him trembles before he screams, his haki exploding like a tidal wave, shaking trees, stones, the sea. He carries your body back himself. Sits at the edge of the ship that night. “They said they’d become Pirate King with me,” he whispers. And in that moment, for the first time in a long time, the crew sees Luffy cry.

Zoro – “I was too slow.”

Zoro’s blade is still dripping, but he doesn’t move. Not even a twitch. The enemy’s body is split behind him, but it’s too late. He kneels beside you, gently laying Wado Ichimonji across your chest. “She liked this one,” he murmurs. He doesn’t let anyone else carry you. He trains every night after that with an intensity that borders on suicidal—until Chopper physically drags him off the field. “She would’ve yelled at me for this,” he mutters. But he never stops watching the horizon. One day, he swears, he’ll meet you on the other side.

Nami – “I’ll draw your map too.”

Your blood is still on her fingers. She screamed when you fell—tore her voice raw. The sea stormed that night with her grief. In the weeks that followed, her charts became messy. Lines where they shouldn’t be. Splotches of water damage. One day, she tears everything up. Starts again. But in the margins of every map, she writes a note: "For Y/N. The journey you didn’t get to finish." She includes a tiny compass rose with your initials at the top. A quiet tribute.

Sanji – “Your plate is still full.”

He made your favorite meal that night, out of habit. Set your spot at the table, even poured your drink. And then just stood there. No one says a word. Sanji doesn’t cry in front of them. But in the pantry, he falls to his knees, fists curled against the cabinet. He lights a cigarette and lets it burn to the filter. Later, he keeps your knife in the kitchen. Never uses it. Just polishes it, like a shrine.

Usopp – “I was supposed to protect you.”

He was the one paired with you that day. He was the one who watched you run ahead, laughing. He was the one who missed the shot.

He tells the crew, “They said to go ahead. I did. I didn’t look back.”

What he doesn’t say is how your body crumpled with a smile still on your face. How you reached for him. How he was too slow. How he keeps seeing it in his dreams.

He stops lying for a while. Not because he can’t—but because he doesn’t have the energy to make up stories anymore. His voice feels too small.

Eventually, he builds something in your memory. A statue, almost. Small and wobbly. It sits near the edge of the Sunny, watching the sea. “Hey,” he whispers to it. “I'm still aiming higher. Just like you told me.”

Brook – “May I play for you one last time?”

Death is not unfamiliar to Brook. But your death… Your death hurts.

You were the only one who treated him like he still had a heartbeat. Who danced with him without flinching. Who made jokes about being a "bonehead" just to see him laugh.

That night, Brook disappears from the ship. They find him at the site of the battle, standing under the stars, violin in hand.

He plays until sunrise. A sorrowful melody that ripples across the ocean like waves of mourning.

Later, he engraves your name on his violin’s side. Every concert he plays, he plays for two. “I hope you are listening from the other side, my dear. Yohoho… don’t worry. I’ll carry your song with me.”

Robin – “You were one of the only people who didn’t look away.”

Robin doesn’t scream. She doesn’t cry. She just sits still, your lifeless body cradled in her arms, as if you were sleeping. She doesn’t say goodbye. Not then. Not in front of anyone.

Later, she vanishes into the library.

She stays there for three days.

When she comes out, her eyes are shadowed—but her steps are purposeful. She adds a page to her personal journal: a memory, a drawing, a quote of something you once said—“I want to live a life that makes people smile when they remember it.”

Every year on the day you died, Robin visits that page.

And she smiles.

Just a little.

Chopper – “I’m the doctor… why couldn’t I save you?”

He worked on you for hours. Blood soaked his hooves. His tools. The floor. He screamed at the others not to come in. Said he could do it. That he would.

But your heartbeat didn’t come back.

And Chopper didn’t leave the infirmary for two days. When Sanji finally carried him out, he was barely conscious—whispering your name under his breath like a prayer.

He started researching like mad. Every book, every formula, every medical journal. “I’ll find a way to stop it next time,” he said. “I’ll be better. I’ll be stronger.”

He keeps your chart tucked behind his favorite book. And sometimes, when he’s sure no one is looking, he clutches it to his chest and cries.

Franky – “You were the most human part of me.”

Franky shuts down.

Literally.

After the fight, he doesn't cry, doesn't yell. He goes to the workshop and locks the door.

For days, the sound of metal-on-metal echoes through the ship. The crew knocks. He doesn’t answer. Finally, he emerges—red-eyed, silent. Holding something.

It’s a small mechanical device. Shaped like a heart. No real function. No flashy gadgets. Just a quietly humming core.

He places it gently on your bed.

“I couldn’t save you,” he says softly, brushing the sheets. “But I can make sure you’re never forgotten.”

Later, he upgrades the Sunny. Not with weapons. With a room full of your favorite things. A preserved space. A tribute.

When someone new joins the ship, he shows them that room first. “This was Y/N’s,” he says, voice cracking. “She was suuuuuuper.”

Ace – “I should’ve burned the world down for you.”

When he finds you, you’re barely breathing. He’s got your hand in his. There’s fire licking up his arms, wild and uncontrolled.

You smile at him. You apologize.

He begs. “No. Don’t you dare. Don’t you leave me too.”

But the light in your eyes fades.

And the world goes quiet.

Ace doesn’t speak at the funeral. Instead, he lights a torch and walks alone into the woods. They say the fire raged for two whole days. When he comes back, he's bruised, eyes bloodshot, his coat charred and singed. He never says what he did out there.

But the next time someone threatens someone Ace cares about?

He doesn’t hold back.

Because the last time he hesitated, it cost him you.

Law – “I’ve performed miracles. But I couldn’t fix you.”

He used Room six times. Swapped out every damaged organ. Sutured every artery with precision only he had.

But your body kept failing. You’d lost too much. Even he knew it.

And still—he tried again.

“Stay with me,” he begged, soaked in blood. “Don’t be stupid, you can’t leave me now.”

When the beeping stopped, he didn’t move for a long time.

Later, in private, he punched a wall so hard he fractured his hand.

He doesn’t bury you.

He keeps your heart in a cryo chamber. Preserved. Suspended in a glass sphere.

“Not for experiments,” he says, when Bepo asks with trembling paws. “I just… wasn’t ready.”

He visits it every night. And sometimes, when he’s alone, he talks to it.

As if it can still hear him.

[venenna]

can i rq where bllk boys lost a match and got angry to us. esp with sae and kaiser if u can 🙏

You would be angry too...

Kaiser x reader, Sae x reader

Kinda angst?

A/n: IM SOOO SORRY FOR LETTING THIS FERMENT IN MY INBOX 💔💔💔, i sincerely hope you like it ^^, if its slightly ooc no it ain't hehe... ENJOY

Kaiser

His body was in overdrive from the past 90 minnutes of playing, sweat clinging to his forehead as he glared daggers into the scoring board. His team lost 3-2, mere one goal. The worst part, it was a stupid mistake of his teammate who decided to not pass to him (the audacity...).

As he came home you awaited his arrival, you prepared his favorite meal to cheer him up. You knew how he gets upset everytime something doesn't go according to his plan. While you were setting the table he silently entered you shared home, slamming the door behind him shut.

You spun around and walked up to him smiling brightly at your Mihya.

"Mihya! You did amazing"

Kaiser just scoffs turning his head away, brows furrowed.

You tried to reach for his hand but you knew better than to initiate physical contact in this state so you stop yourself quickly.

"C'mon i made your favorite"

"Not hungry" is all he practically hissed at you.

"But-"

"Will you shut up, I'm not in the mood for your stupidity [Name], stop bothering me!"

"fine" is all you managed to utter before his angry azure gaze. Looking down you walked away towards your shared room.

He scoffs and takes a seat on the couch, his usual routine for when his upset will have to wait with you being around. After a few moments you came out of the room bag slung over your shoulder.

"Well then i wont bother you Michael" you said as you went out of the house.

Kaiser smirked to himself, he knew you'd come back. Or will you....?

(Pls this is so ass but i did my best 💔)

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Sae

The final whistle blew signaling end of 90+ minute match, that he and his team lost. While others expressed their anger by screaming amd seething, his anger was calm, silent deadly.

You were there in your vip seat watching the whole time. You felt bad but also extremely proud since Sae played extraordinarily, like always. Your plan was to cheer him up, by taking him for ice cream. You remembered when he told you about how he used to get ice cream with his brother when he was feeling down, and this was the perfect opportunity!

And everything went to ruins. It went something like this....

You walked up to changing rooms and only Sae was left. Coming up to him you wanted to embrace him.

"Sae you were great out there, I know you'll get them next time for sure!" As you were about to hug him he moved away. The only response you got from him was huff.

"Uhm i thought we could go for ice cream, if you'd like?"

No response, no he wasn't even looking at you anymore. He changed slinging his duffle bag over his shoulder.

"To car [Name], now." Was all he commanded.

The ride home was awkward, silent. Usually the silence between you was comfortable and pleasant, unlike this one.

"Why are you giving me silent treatment Sae? Its not fair that you're taking your anger out on me."

And again he just huffed not sparing you a second glance.

"Okay fine, i can do silent treatment too!" You declared crossing your arms over your chest looking out of window.

Safe to say he will be trying to get your attention for next few days, when his wrongly directed anger dissipates...

[onlyseokmins]

the devil wears baby blue • h.j.s.

Pairing: joshua hong x afab!reader Genres: smut (minors PLS dni!), strangers to fucking lol Warnings: joshua hong himself 🚩🚩, swearing, alcohol, reader is a menace and tease too i'm ngl, grinding, groping, slight exhibition kink, degradation, name-calling, objectification, FINGERS (all of it fingering, riding, etc), mentions of knife/surgery, choking, wbk but major hints to big cock josh 💔, marking, licking, alluding to devil imagery uwu, roleplay sort of but not really, kind of public sex acts + a mirror, manhandling, lil slaps, dangerous fashion decisions + "fun" clothing shenanigans during sex ig????, mentions of car sex and oral sex (male rec.), dirty talk (joshua won't stfu), edging, lil bit of pain kink if you squint ❤️‍🩹, and tons of banter/insults, is there a thing like a wealth kink??? - as always lmk if i missed smth WC: 7k A/N: *taps mic* would love to thank @onlymingyus and @duhnova for proofing, hyping, and supporting me on this. also ofc a huge honorary shout out to @hwanghyunjinenthusiast for the constant cheering and screeching at me in and out of dms - hope you enjoy this hehe. idk if jackie will see this but her watch post(s) helped re-inspire me to attack this wip. and finally blowing kisses to the joshushushus in my inbox, i hope you'll like this! ps if anyone recognizes where the last dialogue is from, you receive a kiss on the forehead from me and get to spend one night with joshua!! 😏

↪ this is a loosely based prequel to idiot

Seungkwan's hand lays steady on your back, guiding you through the crowd much more efficiently than you could have on your own. He has a way of navigating through the waves of people with practiced ease whereas you would rather just be swept away. It's why you enjoy going to the club with him, especially one as crazy as tonight's.

You would think you were still on the dance floor with how many people are bustling around you, mingling and giggling just as much on the sidelines as they do moving to the music. Drinks in hand, they chat and flirt with one another so it takes nearly twice as long to make it to the bar than you think it really should.

"This better be worth it," you shout directly into your friend's ear despite how close you are to him. "For the amount of times my feet have been stepped on!"

There's a sharp pinch from his fingers that snuck to your side. "Told you not to wear those stupid shoes." 

Though you can't exactly hear it, you can see how his pouty lips purse out in a huff. He's also grumbling under his breath and you're able to catch bits and pieces. Things like, "won't matter" and "swept off your feet anyways" and "don't blame me" make you roll your eyes.

"Acting like this is my social debut with the prince of wales."

"Someone's been watching too much Bridgerton. And with how often you fail to come —" he's interrupted by the loud thumping of the bass, "makes sense."

"You can't possibly compare me against your standards, Mister Social Butterfly. You know everyone… and you've probably screwed a lot of them as well."

Seungkwan can only guess a gist of what you actually say and is therefore mildly tempted to let you get lost in the sea of people like he knows you'd rather prefer. But he's finally made it all the way over to what seems like an impenetrable social circle, though the group readily parts to make room for the two of you to squeeze in. So, he'll have to bring you along for the adventure. 

"Hey there!" 

"Hello!"

"Fancy seeing you here."

"I know, right?" 

Greetings are easily interchanged. Most of them are familiar faces — friends of your own or people you've gotten to know simply through Seungkwan's ever-growing collection of new instagram posts. 

Jeonghan's got some poor new soul to flirt with again and Seokmin looks like he'd rather be at home watching cooking videos. Vernon is wearing headphones of all things while Seungcheol has a shit-eating grin on his handsome face. And you instinctively know Mingyu has to be up to no good because you don't see or hear him.

Not that you're actually paying that much attention to the same-old-same people, focus naturally drawn to the tall man standing next to Wonwoo. Light brown hair curls just beneath his ears, shaggy enough that the urge to run your fingers through and imagine what the tug of strands between them might feel like consumes you. It comes as a shock, considering that Jeonghan's had the same style before and you've never felt like this.

You drink in the baby blue shirt that compliments the mystery man's skin tone, top buttons left undone to showcase the delicate silver around his throat and framed by collar bones. The fabric's elegance belies the strength of the body it clothes, material straining tastefully in the tiniest bit over a broad chest and wide shoulders. Sleeves rolled up to accentuate the flex of his forearm down to the long, long fingers wrapped all the way around the glass of alcohol held between them.

"That's Joshua Hong," Seungkwan supplies helpfully though he can't hide how smug he sounds observing you and shares a knowing look with Vernon who snickers.

"Joshua Hong," you repeat and enjoy how easy his name sounds and feels coming off your tongue. "Is that so?"

"Yeah and to my knowledge, he's extremely single."

"Don't tell me that's how you introduce me to other people."

He feigns innocence. "Can't recall but even if I did, bet it's going to work in your favor. Don't look now but it seems like you've caught a big fish."

Of course, when someone tells you not to look, the first thing you'd logically do is look. Glad you weren't caught staring earlier now that the very same man you were drooling over has noticed your existence and is staring directly at you. 

Brown irises drop down to scan your figure and the suggestiveness of it lights something deep within you. You're quick to nudge off Seungkwan's arm around your waist when Joshua's eyes linger a second longer on it than you'd expect, ignoring your friend's sassy mutter of "hook, line, and sinker."

"I… I really don't like that implication, 'Kwan."

"Sure you don't."

Joshua Hong's intent gaze is far from unsavory. Even if it was more perverse in nature, you think you'd feel drunk off the same amount of power it fills you with and you haven't had a single drop of alcohol yet. A swear word escapes under your breath at the dampness of your back — and elsewhere — before sending the admiring man a demure smile of acknowledgement and turning once more to Seungkwan.

"You were criticizing my shoes earlier?"

"'Cause you can barely walk in them!"

"Then let's put these bad boys to good use."

Your friend can only shake his head as you stride away. He'll keep an occasional eye on you from afar for the rest of the night but he has a hunch things will be… fine. He hopes. Wonwoo did say Joshua was a decent man, after all.

He'll have to be… if he's willing to put up with you, Seungkwan thinks to himself with a cringe as he watches. 

Vernon hands over a much appreciated beer and he sidles up to the unbothered man's side, jutting his chin out in your direction and asking, "Are you ready for some entertainment?"

"Yo, always bro."

"Cheers to that."

Meanwhile, you've made it to the new company without stumbling once — something you're very proud of. You nod at Joshua. Nothing more than a soft flutter of eyelashes, alerting him that you're aware of his presence but indulging in nothing more. Instead, you choose to lean comfortably into his companion's space.

"Hi Woo, care to share?"

The bespectacled man wordlessly offers his nearly empty glass of wine, always easygoing and ever perceptive. Unlike his best friend who never fails to be endearing but can't take a hint to save his life. One of the many reasons why Mingyu has never succeeded as a wingman —  unfathomably clumsy but still loveable in all aspects to steal everyone's heart involved.

You finish the rest of Wonwoo's drink off with a satisfied hiss at the taste but not without a snort. "I didn't mean that, silly."

He cracks a smile, returning the teasing with a fake, reproaching scold of your name. "Could've told me you wanted to steal my buddy and not drain all my alcohol!"

Joshua laughs — loud and clear above the din of noises surrounding you. It has an air of gracefulness to it and you're sure the club brightens in a way that's totally not from the strobe lights going crazy.

"So, this is Seungkwan's friend…"

You jab Wonwoo's side with a huff. "Hey, I'm much more than that!"

"If it's any consolation," Joshua cuts in with another laugh and a handshake, taking on a self introduction. "I'm just some guy named Joshua. Hope that doesn't disappoint."

"Just some guy, huh? One that wears a Royal Oak?" 

He thrillingly doesn't let go of your hand, keeping a firm but gentle grasp when turning it with his to properly glance at the notorious status symbol wrapped around it. The steel casing glints just as fiercely as the sapphire glass over white gold hour-markers embedded on its face. 

"Yep, still just some guy that's called Josh. Joshua Hong, to be exact. Scared you off yet?" 

"I wear heels that have a one hundred percent chance of breaking my ankle to a place where there's a terrible combo of dancing and drinks. But you think I'd be scared by a pretty boy wearing thirty-some jewels around his wrist?"

He steals another appreciative look up and down your body. Not as fiery as the first one but still bold without shame, striking another bolt of heat that flashes through your veins and simmers in your lower abdomen. 

"Taste. And bite. I'd expect nothing less from someone like you."

"Someone like me?" you scoff as he winks, taking a step back and extending your arm as far as it will go with the notion for you to follow.

"Dance with me?"

Wonwoo had quietly faded into the background and slipped away for another refill. Smart guy. There's no one to worry about leaving behind when you accept this unfamiliar man's invitation and let him whisk you in the direction of the dancefloor. But not before catching Seungkwan's mild and supportive yet watchful gaze before he raises his beer in a mock salute.

It's almost cute at how inept Joshua is maneuvering through the tumultuous flow and ebb of moving bodies compared to said good friend. The way his taller frame looks more like a poor cruise ship tossed helplessly in the waves of the ocean than the stationary lighthouse and its reassuring beacon you'd expect causes a chuckle.

"You're almost as bad at this as I am."

He shoots an apologetic smile at the same time someone once again jostles his shoulder, pushing him closer into you. "Nightclubs really aren't my scene."

You're not complaining about the aided proximity that lets you hear what he says without strain. Although you do try to match the beat as it changes to something more sensual yet still playful. Going along with the rhythm of the other dancers rather than against much smoother than Joshua's awkward attempt to mimic. He sticks behind you, failing to hide the blatant mesmerization at how you sway effortlessly to the beat.

"You're not bad at this at all."

You shrug. "I've been here often enough to blend in better than most. So tell me, what's a rich boy's usual scene then? Shanqin Bay's clubhouse?"

"Hah, you wanna come with me sometime and find out?"

"Only if you can promise a fun experience… oh," you throw a smirk at him over your shoulder, "and to cover all the costs, of course."

"A pretty thing like you would have anyone saying yes and wrapped around your little finger." 

"Maybe, but only if they're worth my attention."

"Afraid to disappoint yet again when I spend most hours of the day in the operating room."

You turn abruptly to face him, grateful for the hand that shoots out to support your elbow despite his surprise at your dubious side-eye. "Are you a doctor?"

"Maybe."

"Director's son?"

"Cliché enough for you yet?"

"I recall someone who's wearing a Royal Oak saying I had good taste so I'm not going to complain. Though it would have been quite the story to hear you were the one under the knife," you take a step closer and slip a finger underneath his silver chain to tempt him closer, "to end up looking this good." When large hands hesitate to land on your hips, you raise an eyebrow. "Thought a surgeon would have a steadier grip."

"Oh." Brown eyes flicker with a carnal desire, focusing on your lips. "You expect me to be a rich, talented playboy and not be naturally handsome too?" 

"Sorry, Doctor Hong but there has to be at least something wrong with you."

The polite smile he'd been wearing all night quirks up at the corners, changing into something more on edge. A little dangerous. Beckoning excitement. He spins you back around, hands solidly landing on your sides — this time without reserve — to prevent your lower bodies from touching and changes the subject back to when you approached Wonwoo and him.

"Do you always take drinks from guys?"

"Ah, hm. Just the good ones."

"Good alcohol?" His breath is hot against the ear he's speaking directly into. "Or… good boys?"

Biting your lower lip does nothing to hide the unfettered glee you're feeling. "Alcohol, of course." A breathy sigh and you take the leap. "Want a taste?"

There's no need to ask twice. It's like the right key turning its lock. The doctor's initial awkward movements are nowhere to be found as one hand smoothly leaves your hip, turning your chin toward him to meet you halfway with his lips ready to brush against yours. 

At the last minute, he backs off and turns your chin to its original position of facing forward with a smirk you can't see. Who cares about a missed kiss when his other hand slides across your stomach? Urging you to press your ass backwards and grind against the very obvious bulge that his khakis do nothing to hide.

Its growing hardness and promising length cause you to automatically moan, arching your back with the feral need to feel more. Your head tilts to the side, hips swiveling and swaying not to the beat but the rise of his cock. The position willingly grants Joshua access to lick, suck, and bite at the exposed skin. 

He hums along to the music with a melodic voice from what you can hear, though you find more enjoyment in the consistent vibrations against your neck. A naughty hand plays with the tucked-in hem of your blouse and an occasional finger teasingly slips under the waistline of your jeans.

You can now feel Joshua's smirk when in turn, your fingers tangle in the bottom hairs of his mullet. His lips curl up, moving to nibble behind your other ear and breathe in your scent. As delightfully predicted, there's a distinct pull by your rings when you tug them free from the strands that has him pausing. Eliciting a sharp hiss and equally as sharp — but appreciative — thrust against your backside. 

In retaliation, the lax hand caressing your throat tightens around it ever so slightly while he growls in your ear, "You said there has to be something wrong with me, right?"

"Mhm, oh yeah. Totally."

"Wanna fuck around and find out, beautiful?"

Hook, line, and sinker was damn right, Boo Seungkwan. Of course, the devil would be wearing a shirt the same shade as the sky where heaven's clouds make their home.

And you eagerly take the forbidden fruit — his hand, once again — and teeter after him. The red flags are already starting to fly at full mast but into the dimly lit hallway you go, elated to find an empty and quiet corner right before the stairs leading down to the bathrooms.

Underneath the neon glow of the exit sign, Joshua pins you against the wall with your arms laying on his shoulders. If you thought the attacks from his mouth were rough on the dance floor, they turn ten times more animalistic now that he has something to support you with other than strong arms and big hands. A pair of soft lips and the warm wet tongue between them contrast with the digging in of his teeth that follow your necklace chain to its adorning pendant. 

It hangs in the v-neck window of your blouse and he lets out a tiny grunt of displeasure at the breasts being concealed away by the fabric and its many buttons. That doesn't stop him from tugging the bottom of the shirt free like a petulant child, nothing preventing his fingers now free to tickle and feel up the bare skin beneath. 

This man is good at distraction. You don't think much of the light grazing beneath your tits, only a fleeting and casual touch. It feels so good when he cups under them like an additional support for the bra you're wearing and squeezes, causing you to keen and push yourself further into him. Then quick as lightning, one hand sneaks around the back to unhook the bra's clasp and the other deftly unbuttons your jeans.

"Joshua!" you squeak in protest, stepping back and pressing flat against the wall. You're quick to rush and slap a hand against your chest to keep the beloved strapless bra that's served you well from falling to the ground. "Is your red flag undressing someone in public?"

"Only if you insist 'cause surely I would never decline such a request being the gentleman that I am." The doctor makes no further move despite the way he licks his lips and teases, only chuckling at the menacing way you squint. "Just know my full intentions are to be touching all over and especially under whatever layers you're wearing very shortly."

There's no use hiding the whine that escapes when he places a hand on the wall next to you and leans in with a smirk.

"However, sweetheart… " 

You catch his line of sight dart off to the left and your heart plummets, the fear of being left high and dry (wet) setting in. "Josh — "

"You'll have to forgive this rich boy's schemes. You see, I've always been very spoiled and just have to take what I want right away. And you're much too irresistible…" 

He speaks casually. Like your jeans weren't suddenly unzippered and he isn't currently running a tantalizing finger on the fabric below the waistband of your panties, causing them to soaken further down. Way more than they already had and almost where you need him but also not even close in the slightest. 

"Though as a rich boy," he continues, "I'm more than familiar with providing a small courtesy here and there. Would this club's filthy bathroom offer enough privacy for you, gorgeous?"

"… Only if you make sure I'm presentable enough to get down there… and back up here after, for when I have to leave with my friends."

Joshua's eyes widen before he's throwing his head back and laughing, bright and cheery like he's not going to rearrange your guts. "So you don't expect to go home with me? Maybe I won't be such a walking red flag to you."

"Doubtful. Now fix me up, Doctor." 

"With pleasure." 

It's not like there are as many people milling about as in the main area. Still, it's good to be conscientious. The same adept hands re-fasten your top undergarment efficiently. When he ducks his head to kindly fix your pants — which is sort of hot — you take the opportunity to whisper in his ear for shit-and-giggles to gauge his reaction.

"You know there's a front clasp too."

He glances up from where he's eye-level with your covered breasts, eyes darkening. Bingo. 

"What a little whore we have here, hm?"

The nonchalant, degrading question and burning desire in his gaze makes your knees weaken, arousal skyrocketing. Enough that you almost throw all caution to the wind for him to fuck you. Right here, right now. But then he's pulling away, offering a palm you can't seem to refrain from taking a hold of. And ever the true picture of being a gentleman — helps you descend down the dark stairwell.

Your killer heels really do nothing for you physically (besides the threat of rolling an ankle) because it doesn't matter how tall or short you end up with them on. It's the confidence and ego that are heightened exponentially, which is all that matters. 

That's why you follow Joshua Hong into the sketchy bathroom, let him lock the door, and bat your eyelashes with a coy smile. Leaning against the sink and fussing with your blouse as he approaches like a predator eyeing up its prey. Greedily drinking in the bare skin revealed by each button that's undone until only one is still fastened — right across your tits — that the man can unclasp himself if he so chooses.

Barely anything stopped him before anyways.

And that's what also fuels you to put your arms around his neck, pressing your bodies close together. Even closer by hooking your right leg across his hip, the point of your heel digging intentionally into the back of his other thigh. It's hot and hard — the dick bulge that keeps growing pressed tightly into the snug warmth of your core — and Joshua lets you grind down and dampen his khakis for a few moments longer than expected.

"Desperate, aren't you? Didn't wanna fuck in public 'cause you're freakier behind closed doors?"

"Just a little." You fight back the urge to whimper or admit anything to him. Like you aren't humping his length that only swells more and feels achingly thicker the harder you rut against it, eyelids fluttering the few times it's able to deliciously spread your pussy lips just the slightest through your clothes. "I'm so wet — "

"The more of a mess you leave on my pants, the longer I'll have to edge you while waiting for them to dry." Joshua grins cockily at you trying to force your hips to stop themselves only to struggle pathetically in vain. "Think you'd like that. Haven't even gotten to fuck this hot little cunt yet and I'm already certain I wouldn't mind being buried in there for hours. But don't know if your friends will stick around for that long…"

"J-Josh, ah — Shua… mhm!"

"So I think you'd better behave if you know what's good for you," he stills your hips hard, "fuckin' slut."

You mewl at the hard, rude thrust that bumps your clit as if he was actually fucking you. Like goo, you let him manhandle you around so you're bent over and facing the smudged mirror, hands gripping tightly to each side of the sink basin. Aided by the reflections, you witness how he shamelessly ogles the tempting ass that's been rubbing all over him all night. And of course that means you have to perk up and wiggle your hips, giving him quite a show.

The small distance between you clears the lust cloud and you throw a smoldering glance over your shoulder. "If you fuck me with my heels on, I'll give you a chance with them off."

Joshua swats your ass — not very hard but you release a yelp of surprise. "Wasn't aware that you were running the show, sweetheart."

"It's my backside you're looking at."

"Knew you were mouthy the minute I saw you. You're aware of how kind I am, so let me give you a choice." He's anything but kind as he sighs and leans his weight over top of you. Despite the bracing strength of his arms, you feel suffocated by just being caged in between them and the overpowering scent of his cologne. "I shut you up with either my fingers in your mouth or around your throat."

Oh… decisions, decisions! Long fingers that would surely feel best deep inside your pussy but that wasn't one of the options. You purse your lips in thought and arch up, balancing the heavy cock supported by your ass and unconsciously pouting. Joshua has the audacity to look at the time while brushing back his hair and clicks his tongue.

"Wow, I'm letting you choose between sucking on my fingers like a slut or being choked like a whore and you still can't decide? What a high maintenance toy."

The urge to scoff is extremely strong. "Sucking it is then, Doctor Hong," you say sweetly and then add with a sneer, "like the perfect slut that I truly am."

"When your friends all said you were nothing but a gentle soul, I knew they were duped. Only one was partially truthful in saying you could be sassy which doesn't even come close. Little do they know there's a bratty cockwhore with quite a bite underneath all that charm."

"Haven't fucked any of them, that's why. No plans to either."

"Yeah, what was it you like — oh right, good boys?" He laughs — low, mean, and degrading. "Then what am I, sweetheart?"

"A doctor who's full of himself and needs taken down a few, ha, pegs."

"Ah, there it is." Joshua undoes the final button, slipping a curious finger beneath the bra's front hook pulling your tits together. You shiver when it snaps against your skin after he retracts, pointer finger tracing a lazy line up your throat to its final destination. "The attitude."

You willingly part your lips, lolling your tongue out mischievously to match the roll of your eyes. "Someone gets off on it."

"Is that so?" He smears the lipgloss on your lower lip by pulling it down before releasing it. "Do you think this is all a coincidence, darling?" Meeting the hardened gaze in the mirror, you shake your head. "The minute I saw such a sparkling gem on Wonwoo's story, I just had to have it for myself."

It's not hard to guess what he's referring to. A couple weeks ago, you wore enough scraps of fabric to just cover your nipples and the areas between your legs. Drinking far too much and hanging off of the WonGyu duo's broad frames while the whole gang partied it up together at Vernon's. You had even asked them to send you the videos and pictures after because damn, you did look hot as fuck.

Who knew it would be bait for an entitled pretty boy? 

"At least you waited to find me when I wasn't drunk."

"Much more fun to break someone sober."

"Glad to know consensual exists in your vocabulary."

"How about it — will you let me destroy this little pussy of yours and ruin it to keep you crawling back to me for more?"

"Sure, if you ever stop talking and actually do something — "

Joshua's quick to shut you up, almost cracking your jaw with the harsh thumb that's jammed in the corner of your mouth to prop it open. The following two fingers are thrust cruelly inside as a replacement so it can move to keep your chin steady. They're able to reach so far when pinning down your tongue, ending up wedged near the back of your throat so you're already gagging around them. 

"Most sluts behave the second I drop the nice guy act. But boy oh boy, it only makes you act up more, eh?" 

He finally does away with your bra to allow those gorgeous tits to spill out and casually rips the garment from your body like it's personally offended him. Maybe it has. Shoving it away into his back pocket and then urgently tugging your jeans down. The binding position you're left in helps keep your shaky legs in place while you cling to the sink like it's a lifeline. Upper body supported only by the cruel hold he has on your face until he yanks it back so you're flush against him instead, the cool baby-blue silk of his shirt set ablaze by your shared body heat. 

"Next time, wear something that has easier access. Or better yet… maybe nothing at all or I'll be forced to rip it off." A piercing set of eyes attempt to glare into yours that roll back delightfully despite what's likely some snark ends up sounding all jumbled. "Oh yes, there will be a next time, sweetheart. I have to train this cunt to yearn for my cock — and you don't think you'll get it that easily, right?"

Joshua chuckles darkly knowing you can't reply. But liking to be full of surprises, you relax your upper jaw while his fingers trail across your pelvis and close your lips around the ones in your mouth. Suckling and swirling once the tension in them relaxes despite the naughty thought of biting. That doesn't eliminate the occasional graze of your teeth as a threat, responding to his words in your own way.

"Just look at yourself, slobbering all over… bet you suck cock like a champ. And prolly like it real messy. How well-trained you'd look trying to balance on these pointed heels while I fuck that bratty mouth."

You moan at the visual he's painted in your head. 

"That's right, darling." There's a mean pinch to your clit followed by the man's groan at the ruined fabric squelching between his fingertips and how the covered little nub was already begging for friction. "Now tell me how long your cunt's been warming up and soaking these drenched panties?"

"Since the beginning…" you admit once he's freed your sore mouth and chooses to bully your breasts next. "When you looked at me."

He snickers, pushing your underwear to the side and petting at the bare slippery folds. Just able to barely see a small glimpse of where his actions play with your lower body in the mirror. At least your expressions make up for what he misses seeing.

"Aw, this soft pussy started drooling the minute I laid eyes on you? While I was imagining all the things I could do to these tits," the hand on one of them palms at the rounded flesh hard. "This ass," his pelvis grinds in a slow circle against it. "Mhm, and of course, this hidden gem." 

At that, a thumb brutally rubs at your clit while plunging a finger inside the warm, wet walls that eagerly pulse around it. You weren't wrong about how good the digit would feel inside, the length and stretch of its bony knuckle feeling good enough to substitute as a mini-dick when Joshua starts a slow and methodical pace with it.

"Thought about having you spread out in the backseat of my Bugatti La Voiture Noire, you'd look like a vision laying across its leather seats. And the best thing? No one can see inside so you'll get your much desired privacy while being right out in the open."

Then he's adding another finger, longer than the first. And finally one more with an additional push in and out of the others. Clearly his experience on how to work a pussy is more than helpful. Alternating between stuffing your hole full of all three or changing up the pace and number each turn. 

And of course, your chest is attended to as well. Both nipples tugged in iterations to match the rhythm of each finger spearing into your cunt, the pendant of your necklace bouncing in time. Without fail, he hits the bundle of nerves with a deadly precision that has you going slack against him.

"Maybe we should do that 'cause," he mumbles in your ear, "this filthy hole is awfully good at convincing me to spoil its owner like no one else. Let's see if it can tell me how much it'll want me to fill it up one day."

Your ears ring with the devastating screams of white noise at the sudden stop. The moans you were letting out trail off into a dissatisfied growl. His hand falls away from your upper body while the one in between your legs merely sits nice and snug, still inside but not moving. Far too relaxed, limp even.

"Joshua!"

"C'mon, weren't you listening? Convince me."

"Fuck you," is what you spit out, glaring at the challenging and impossibly smug reflection of the menace behind you. 

"You didn't say fuck off, so… I'm waiting." 

Another check at his watch like he's bored infuriates you enough to move your hips. Whining at how his fingers fail to stiffen and only follow your pitiful motions back and forth. Out of protest, you reach behind and take a harsh hold of the hard length you're able to grab.

"Watch it, darling!" Joshua flinches and the way his cock twitches dulls the venomous words that come next. "Or I'll leave you here all needy and by yourself, waiting for some other pathetic dick to hop onto in order to satiate just a little bit of this wet and slutty pussy's behaviors."

Well, that idea doesn't appeal to you whatsoever so you lean on the sink with a huff to do what needs done. It's a struggle to stay balanced on your heels while grabbing at his wrist but a small part of you knows he won't let you fall, a bicep supporting under your breasts. Revenge comes sweetly by digging your nails into the tense muscle of his forearm and leaving scratch marks that have him hissing.

And now you know for sure —  despite the doctor's incredibly huge ego and big talk, Joshua Hong's no better than a painslut.

"Hah," you breathe out and start to slowly rock your hips. "Disrespectfully, go to hell."

Ignoring the abrasive insult — because he's a demon anyways — Joshua focuses on the wet suctioning sound growing louder the faster you move. The feeling of your tits and necklace hitting his arm to the beat of your hip bounces and enjoying the view of how his fingers disappear beyond the jiggle of your asscheeks. Up into the tight heat of velvety walls as you force his hand to behave and serve your needs like one of your dildos, though they've never been this uncooperative.

"That's it. Yeah, there we go… just like that. Go ahead and make yourself cum riding my fingers, beautiful. Uh-huh, now who's using me like a little whore to get off?"

You're already losing yourself. Waiting for that rising wave to crest because despite his annoying mouth, Joshua's fingers are more than skilled enough to hurl you into a delightful climax. As long as nothing interrupts it.

"Answer me — or I'll make you choke yourself."

"Mhm…"

He likes seeing how your face contorts, moans getting louder. It's too addicting which is why he growls out, "Do it." 

It's a feat to let go of the sink but the reward is to move his arm around your bra-line to your throat, making his hand envelope it. The visual in the mirror is depraved — limbs all wrapped and tangled with each other — and your half-closed eyes taunt the searing gaze in the mirror, repeating his words right back. 

"Why not do it yourself, Doctor?"

"Are you some sort of succubus or what?" He spits out the question like it's the germs on the toilet seat next to you. Freeing himself momentarily from the grip of your hand and your cunt, the man's at least nice enough to assuage the pissed off whine with a consoling lick up your neck and tugs impatiently at your pants. "Take these off."

"Go fuck yourself," you mutter darkly with half the mind to walk out of there. But you do as he says, quickly shimmying them off while your clit buzzes and twitches angrily at the neglect of stimulation again. 

Joshua's eyes don't look away, his hands steadying your hips and your pussy aching when you hear how he slowly slurps on his fingers to clean them. Once you step back into your heels, he throws the jeans over his shoulder. 

"Careful with the phone," you threaten. 

Joshua snorts and bends over to secure a strap for you — sucking harshly on the skin of your thigh as a "you're welcome" but pulling away before your hands can tangle in his hair and keep him down there. 

"Wrong thing to say to someone who likes broken and expensive things. Shouldn't you be warning me not to break something else?" Suddenly, your other shoe dangles precariously off your foot when he uses a strong hand to lift and support your leg onto the sink's surface. "Like this poor pussy?" 

The straining burn in your muscles and the added chill of the porcelain is all alleviated by harsh rubbing at the tender skin of your entrance. Middle and pointer finger eagerly prying sloppy pussy lips apart once again.

"Ah, but I might enjoy that." 

A clear glob of arousal drips from your hole fluttering and clenching around nothing. Joshua leers hungrily past your shoulder at the mirror's erotic display of your exposed cunt and the wetness shining under the buzz of the bathroom's fluorescent lights.

"Dirty and yet it's such a pretty little jewel. Sparkling and glistening so, so lovely that I can't wait to watch it shatter while playing with it."

Finally, all three fingers from before work in tandem to scissor repeatedly inside of your tight warmth without forgiveness. This time, the devil has nothing but good intentions to send you over the peak of pleasure. His eyes can't stop feasting on the raunchy way your greedy hole gobbles up his fingers. The loud squelches accompanying his motions echo around the small enclosed space, mixing with the warm breath hitting the side of his cheek from your gasping moans.

Joshua thinks it's mighty cute how puffy your outer pussy lips grow and struggle to spread around the thick and long digits shoved inside plus the onslaught of his thumb bullying your clit. The angle shows the slightest bulge of them relentlessly stroking the bundle of nerves that has your leg twitching from the sheer pleasure.

He focuses on bringing you there, all on what you're feeling rather than his own pleasure because you have the most convincing cunt ever that deserves to be ravaged by a large, girthy cock. A shame it has to wait because he cannot give in so easily. But you're definitely a piece of work. Joshua likes that. 

"Gonna keep making a mess on my fingers, darling? Leave 'em all sweet and wet enough for me to wrap around my dick later and pretend it's your pussy instead."

You'll be the death of him when your head rolls into the crease of his neck, drool dampening the skin as you mouth senselessly at the vein protruding beneath. There's a sharp sting — the certain kind he hasn't felt in a very long time. A telltale warning of a hickey, the beautiful colors of red and purple already rushing to the surface and decorated by little nips of your teeth after you soothe the pain with your tongue.

No one marks up Joshua Hong. Sure, he's had lipstick stains before but those can easily be swiped off with a handkerchief and washed away in the shower. He can't help but smirk though, knowing when he eventually wipes your sticky lipgloss off, something of you will remain for a bit.

However you can't go without a little punishment. If you can even call it that when he returns to wrapping a hand around your throat. Anyone else who dared to leave a mark would be walked away from. But you — you simply lose enough oxygen causing your head to spin more pleasantly than it already is. 

And you claw at his forearm, scratching it up ten times more to serve as a further reminder for Joshua to look at. You're by no means urging him to stop but to earnestly keep going while simultaneously searching for something — anything — to anchor you down as you float into an almost unconscious state of pure ecstasy. 

It's by far the strongest, most intense orgasm you'd ever experienced. Becoming nothing but a bag of bones in his arms as your walls pulsate around his fingers and the fruitful expenditure of your release drips down his wrist.

He stays in that position, unable to move anyways with the vice-like grip of your spasming cunt cramping his fingers. Instead, drawing out the pleasure as much as possible by squeezing and releasing the pressure on your throat over and over again. The true picture of debauchery — heaven and sin mixed in one — and he kind of wishes for a third arm to take a photo for a keepsake. 

Everything in your body aches deliciously. You feel both refreshed and exhausted when you finally come to and even then Joshua supports your weak body as you try to regain control over your wits and whereabouts.

"Pants," you croak out and wave him off when he tries to gentlemanly assist. Which he still kind of has to when you almost topple face-first on legs that feel like jelly. "Bra." 

Joshua's a little less enthusiastic to hand that over, bitter sarcasm lacing his words. "Wow, won't even grant me a souvenir?"

"Boo-hoo," you gripe back and pretend not to notice the eyes glued to the way your tits bounce when adjusting the garment around them. Turning to look in the mirror, you work on dulling the "just got fingered in the bathroom" appearance. "It's not like you need one and it seems even less likely you'll keep anything from a stranger, especially lingerie."

"Hm, I like how well you read me."

"Of course you do, fuels that large privileged ego. Don't get used to it. But, want me to do something about that one though?"

He coughs at the rather suggestive insult, shifting his pants and shirt that does absolutely nothing to hide the messy boner you're referencing. "Guess I did a great job if you're begging for it already."

"Oh, for goodness sake I'm being courteous."

"Cute." 

Joshua admits it almost like he's startled by the words that escape his mouth. Further surprising both of you with a clumsy, sloppy kiss to the cheek when he leans over to fasten the top button of your blouse. As if embarrassed, he's already halfway out the door when he remembers to mention, "I'll be thinking of you darling, look forward to your call!"

You're left staring at the saliva spot reflected on your cheek in shock. And then, you wipe it off with the rest of the accumulated sweat to make yourself a bit more presentable and then head back to the club as naturally as possible.

Dr. Hong is seemingly nowhere in sight as expected. You figure it would be hard to return with a raging boner despite the low lighting and he probably left through the back exit to likely jerk off in his ridiculously expensive car. The visual of white ropes of cum streaming past the steel band of the Royal Oak around his wrist haunts your mind, making your aching core buzz to life again and your sticky panties even grosser.

Out of pure spite, you hope he stains his shirt too. 

Luckily, Seungkwan is still at the bar when you wobble over in search of him. He shouts your name in mock shock, assessing your appearance with pursed lips and eyeballing your figure dubiously. 

"You look like hell."

"Yeah?" you laugh it off as nonchalantly as possible, unaware of the phone in your back pocket lighting up with a returned text message from a newly saved number and a scandalous picture attached. "I just got back."

onlyseokmins: July 2023 ©

[leonw4nter]

hallo everyone!! i haven't posted a fic in here since like... march or april and that's because i'm busy as fuck 😞💔 the semester ends in 2 weeks then i'll get back to regularly writing again!! yipee! yay! to the requests in my inbox, i have a WIP marinating in there for you guys so hold on for just a little longer :'D also, i ordered a vergil capcorom but he got lost in MALAYSIA and despite me filing for requests to find him, they just seriously can't so uh 😭😭 guess I'll have to cancel this order... and get another one once the semester ends as a little treat for surviving this fucky term (it was rough) so yeah that's just about it leonw4nter out <3

^^not mine!! from pinterest!!

[rivetingrosie4]

Hello Sara ✨ I was wondering, besides Arthur, who would be your other favorite character? 🫶 And why?

Oh! Gosh, I don't know if I could pick one ☺ I'd have to think about it a bit... just to narrow it down... My tops would be John, Hosea, Rains Fall, and Tilly. I also love Hamish.

I think John, because his personal character is deep, rich, and complex as well. John has his faults and is severely flawed, just like everyone and like all good characters. But John eventually learns from his failings and mistakes. John can laugh and be a smart ass, and I really love that. But he also has a good, sharp head on his shoulders. Where some others were duped by Dutch's brainwashing, John could see all the tides and turns the gang was taking. And he voiced all his thoughts and discomfited misgivings to Arthur, his greatest confidant; though some of Arthur's early advice was not the best, because Arthur had not yet come to learn his hardest lessons himself. And John ultimately genuinely loves his family members so much. I adored the way the game unfolded to reveal aspects of the brotherly dynamics of his relationship with Arthur. And we learned about that history more and more through their interactions while playing the game. The way he and Arthur spent so much time resenting each other so strongly, but deep down it's because they love each other as brothers so much. Arthur desperately wanted better for John and his family, but he didn't know how to show that or get through to him. And he resented John for having so much that he couldn't have himself--love and a wife, a child, even Dutch’s generous approval. And John did look up to Arthur and wanted his approval too; but he thought he could never get it because Arthur is so guarded with his thoughts. Finally, John learned from his older brother's life the hard way, with his death. And he loved Arthur enough, and that experience of losing him and the way he lost him was traumatic enough, that there was no way he was going to let that lesson go to waste. Yes, it was several years later (because just like Arthur had to learn the hard way, so does John), but John finally got down to business and prioritized what really matters in life--his wife and son--before it was too late and his chance and his life were gone, like they were for Arthur. John did all that he could to not let Arthur’s sacrifice go to waste, and he took the chance Arthur gave him to foster love and life, instead of death and regret.

After experiencing Arthur’s death for the first time, I could not play for a while. 💔💔💔💔 (I still have a physical reaction just thinking about it.) But man, the only person I could ever be asked to play as immediately after that death was John.

John went through the thick of it with Arthur, through much of life, through the painful trials of the game--losing Jack, and losing each and every fellow gang member, the conflict of the gang's inevitable, ugly tearing and demise--to the end. John was there as much as any human could be there for Arthur. As much as Arthur’s personality and the state of his life would allow someone to be there for him. John was there. And John remembered Arthur’s life afterward, for as long as he was alive--the greatest gift he could give a person after their death. He did what he could to make Arthur’s life remembered and meaningful. 💗

Thank you so much for your inbox message, Cassie ☺💛 The few minutes it forced me to take to think out a response were really a nice change of pace. I got to ramble a little bit and it was okay ☺ Thank you for thinking of me, it means a lot. Hope you're well. 🌿

[valeisaslut]

Finally coming off anon because I've been yapping in your inbox, If I yap a name has to be to it 💔

I started reading collide like, last week?? Idk, I told myself I would watch until it was finished but I lied. I remember looking at the reply to my anon "let's pray for anon" and I giggled.

I SOBBED. SOBBEDDD. ugly cried on my bathroom floor after chapters 9, and epiloge. I read some of it out loud to my friend (who doesn't read fanfiction) and we both cried. Collide actually got me to Jeff Buckley because radiohead isn't yearning enough 💔 there may or may not be a spotify playlist inspired now...

Anyways. Listen. If Ellie is LYSCO, Then what is reader? Lemme cook okay listen...

Ellie is lover, you should've come over. Obviously.

Reader is Forget her. LISTEN..

To me, the song feels angry, but in a resentful, yearning type of way. Shes grieving, she didn't just loose a person, she lost her EVERYTHING. her muse, her lover, her dou. She lost her status, her name, her credit, reputation, her FAMILY.

The aftermath of finding Ellie, the argument before their show, and finding her relapsing harder then ever. The grief of losing the love of your life, right.

The depression after. Seeing Ellie disappear off the face of the earth, having to take the blame for her disappearance, the world is calling her the devil while she's mourning the loss of someone who just couldn't get better.

Being with Abby, releasing her new album. Sure, she's better, she's "moved on", she's the queen of pop again. But she knows, just cause she's with someone new doesn't mean she's done mourning, its like putting a peice of a puzzle into the wrong place, but it fits by force.

And when reader sees who's at #1 on the billboard she knows its never over.

I really hope this makes sense, collide has genuinely been one of a kind, one of the best things I've ever read in my years of reading fan fiction💔 you are an AMAZING. writer. Amazing doesn't even cover it.

OH MY GOD. I HAD TO PUT MY PHONE FACE DOWN AFTER READING THIS. I AM WRITING THIS LYING ON THE FLOOR. FACE DOWN. SPINE SHIVERING.

First of all—WELCOME OUT OF ANON JAIL. I am saluting you with tears in my eyes and a copy of Grace on vinyl in my hand because THIS ANALYSIS??? THIS THEORY???? This cooked. This is masterchef finale level cooking. This is “I made this soufflé out of heartbreak and queer devotion and now I am crying into it” level of culinary genius.

ellie being Lover, You Should’ve Come Over and Reader being Forget Her is so painfully accurate I feel like I just got hit by emotional synesthesia. the way you framed it—the grieving that isn’t just for a person, but for an entire self that died with that love??? THE FACT THAT SHE LOST HER MUSIC, HER VOICE, HER NAME, HER PLACE IN THE WORLD, HER FAMILY—ALL OF IT. And she still held the silence for Ellie. STILL held it. STILL didn’t speak ill. STILL wrote through it.

and Abby??? ABBY WHO IS GOOD. WHO IS THERE. but still not her. still not the ghost she writes for. still not the ache she carries in her chest like a second pulse.

“Just 'cause she's with someone new doesn't mean she's done mourning.”

I GASPED. that is so real. that is exactly what I tried to show in the post-Ellie world. that she tried. she TRIED to build something again. but everything she built was on sand.

also the way you said “she sees who’s at #1 on the billboard and she knows it’s never over” ??? i am in literal shambles. that’s the exact line I had in my notes when I first outlined the second epilogue. you are in my brain. you live in the google doc tunnels with me.

thank you so much for this. for taking the time. for thinking so deeply. for trusting the story. for trusting me. this is exactly what Collide was meant to be. not just read—but FELT. dissected. spun around and held to the light like a diamond. and your message just proved to me that it landed exactly how it was meant to.

Sending you so much love <3

[woso-dreamzzz]

alba’s version is the type of quiet evil that really does hurt, kudos to you—I’m crying 💔

not sure if alexia not knowing is what I want most. does she ever find out alba got a note? does she ever come to realize how much pain she’s put bambi through? what now, is bambi brushed aside and her death turns bitter because no one in alexia’s house truly understood her? alexia’s so quick to brush aside what bambi may think or feel in any situation… she blames it on not understanding her. she doesn’t understand that a lot of the pain (dare I say all of it) was caused by alexia? alexia lost her daughter but she doesn’t truly know what she’s lost because she doesn’t even know who bambi was.

and alba 🥺 tia alba who’s been bambi’s refuge, who could’ve been, should’ve been bambi’s lifeline… justice for alba. who probably feels so Horrible about everything and probably wishes she did better even if bambi’s note likely tells her how much tia alba’s love meant for her.

the bambi universe is probably my biggest source of staying up at night (in the best way possible.) always thinking about how things could’ve been better for her

— long anon

ps. hope you’re doing well, friend <3 I’ve collected a series of HCs for everyone (esp. teeny and pequenita, and guppy) but never submitted the asks bc I always feel bad that the asks are so long! bambi’s an exception tho. I love how you write bambi and I hope that the world treats her better 🌷

Alba probably keeps the note a secret from Alexia for ages until Eli mentions it offhand one day and it causes a huge fight. It probably takes ages for Alexia to come to terms with what happened and her role in it. There's a reason denial is the first stage of grief

Alexia spends a long time in that stage and then an even longer time in the anger stage

(Long anon! I missed you! 🌷🌷🌷 None of your asks are ever too long! Please, I will get on my knees for your hcs about everyone! Give them to me, please! I get very happy whenever I see you in my inbox!🌷)

[gio-cosmo]

I’m sick rn so forgive me but ur cool. Only discovered Strega recently (never really got into persona three like I did the other games in the series) any suggestions for Strega-based content I could eat? awesome sauce and other such phrases

Hi!! Sorry for answering this late, my inbox refuses to notify me of new asks sometimes lol. I hope you feel better soon!! Feeling sick sucks.

Strega based content is unfortunately rather hard to come across. Besides in-game content, here’s what I can think of off the top of my head:

- Strega Days by Narihara Tonmi. You can find scans & translations online!

- Tartarus Theater Wild - Again, scans & translations are available online.

- You can find them featured in the Weird Masquerade stage play, but I can’t find a translation for it (if anyone has one lmk)

- Someone posted on here with scans for Shadow Cry (untranslated) a bit ago which is fully dedicated to Strega, but my dumbass lost it and can’t find it so umm I’m actually kind of hoping someone will respond to this post and give it to me 💔 LMFAOO

- They are also featured in the P3 movie!

This is all I can think of off the top of my head but I feel like I’m seriously forgetting a LOT of stuff…forgive me, I’m so incredibly forgetful that I’m sort of bad at stuff like this LMFAO.

But besides official content, there’s of course fan-content as well! I’m always searching tumblr for fanart, and if you’re interested in fanfiction, there’s some fics written abt Strega on ao3. Some of which have changed my brain chemistry for real…fellow strega fans, you guys are so awesome. I love seeing everyone’s different perspectives on the characters!!

OKAYYY RAMBLING SESSION OVER. I hope this is helpful!! I’m always happy to see more people getting into Strega — they are such an interesting trio of characters and I adore analyzing them ❤️

In general if you guys ever have any Strega-related questions or queries or just want to share your thoughts on them in general I’d love to hear it!! My inbox is always open, and if I ever take a while to respond, it’s likely just bc tumblr doesn’t notify me sometimes ^_^

[dipperscavern]

let's talk about warming cregan's cock 😇👫

like you have so keenly established, mf can not sit still. this is the warden of the north we are referring to. the wolf of the north. he is well experienced in battle, a brilliant swordsman and lord of his house. he's used to abstaining during battle and experiencing dire circumstances over patience. surely he'd be able to let his pretty girl warm his cock?

WRONG 🙅‍♀️ someone, please fetch me a comedically large red buzzer to slam. thank you.

he's so restless. your stoic, burly, reserved, and patient man - reduced to ragged breaths and gritting his teeth because he can't sit still. here sits his pretty girl, batting her lashes at him, "cregan, can i please?" and it starts out well enough.

but you're so warm. so sweet. maybe he should be working on something - battle plans or lordy duties that define his bloodline. cregan's got an active mind, ever analyzing and preparing. he's hyperaware of everything in that moment - the way you slightly move your hips, wriggling in his lap. when he makes a comment about it, you just pout, telling him you were "adjusting." 🙄 yeah girl okay you just wanted to feel the godly girth 3000

the way you softly sigh admist the quiet chamber. maybe you do something as simple as sneeze - but when you do, you clench around cregan. and he's losing his shitttt.

can someone please find the meme of the guy sitting at a desk with his blood vessels about to burst as he's sweating? because that is our lord stark.

he tries breathing through it, for your sake. i imagine you would be the one to propose it, for whatever desire and circumstance brought you to the moment. cregan is trying :(( it's just so hard. like him, TEHE. all he wants to do is flip you over and ravage you. just leave little bites and nicks along his pretty girl's flesh :((

this is torture for him.

- 🔄❄️

reverse. elsa. anon. WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? BED EMPTY, NO NOTE, WINTER GONE.

okay but seriously i am so so so sorry you got lost in my inbox. please i beg of you, come back!! the ponderer has returned, and we miss u!! REVERSE ELSA ANON IF U CSN HEAR US PLEASE SAVE US i call out to the winds. if you return, you shall never be lost again. this i swear to you 💔✊

ANYWAYS. CREGAN STARK COCKWARMING. here’s your buzzer m’dear 🚨 when you suggest the idea, cregan is a bit perplexed. you don’t want him to make you cum as many times as you want? but you bat your lashes and ask so sweetly, and you don’t ask for much. plus, cregan is a warrior. a hardened, battle surviving lord — he can stay still for his pretty wife.

or so he thinks.

because once you sink down on him, his grip on your hips is like iron. you’re warm and wet and so inviting, and you don’t want cregan to move? gods have mercy. cregan is usually pretty held together, but his breathing turns all ragged and his gaze is glued to where his [REDACTED] meets your [CONTENT DELETED]. and even worse, you’re relishing in his loss of self control.

even so, he tries to be so good for you.

it gets easier over time, and when cregan feels you relax and sigh against him, he thinks it’s not so bad after all. cregan is in control, and things are okay. until a few minutes later, you sneeze. you clench around him, and he grits his teeth, lax grip on your hips tightening once more as he fights the urge to move.

“This is torture,” he breathes, trying with all his might to stay still for you :( <3

[dovesdreaming]

Hey! Could you do fluff with robin buckley? like reader is into something niche, like an underground music artist and robin tries to listen to them to make reader happy? Thank you soso much and could it be x fem!reader obv robin is canonically a lesbian but (idk how to end this sentence 😭)

✧With some indie record that's much cooler than mine✧

I get the pain of wanting to rant about an artist and them being underrated so no one knows who your talking about 💔 Maya hawke even used to be one of those artists for me until TikTok got there hands on Thérèse. Hope you like this! <3 Not edited yet!!

In form of: Headcanons

Warnings: None.

-As you became more relaxed around robin you would allow yourself to rant to her more which usually consisted of you talking about your favourite music artist who wasn’t that well known

-You would often complain to robin about how, because they weren’t that big they never went on tour near you

-Would rant about there songs and how they make you feel and would just tell her random facts about them anytime you remembered

-Would always get control over the aux so you could play them and if you didn’t get the aux in time you would beg robin to put them on until she caved

-Robin had never heard of them before and now because of you she near enough knew everything about them

-Robin would try to follow along with all the facts you spouted at her but she would eventually get lost and confused with names

-She also would love seeing you jam out to the songs all the time but was a little sad all she could do was dance with you instead of screaming the lyrics

-This would start robin off on her research so that she could impress you with her knowledge and show you that she listens and cares about you a lot

-She would try to find every scrap of information about them from magazines to reruns of their interviews/songs on tv

-Would play their songs over and over again to learn their lyrics

-Would even buy cassettes of their songs to put in her walkman

-Next time you had a jam party with your favourite artists music she would join in and sing along with you

-You would be so happy that she knew the words not knowing how much effort robin went to. You would start screaming the lyrics so happily with a big smile on your face

-You both would be able to rant about the band spewing facts to one another that you had already told each other hundreds of times by now

-Robin would do anything to see you happy and would probably start loving the band herself

-And if they ever came on tour near you and robin, you both would be first in line to buy a ticket

Thank you for reading! please send requests in as my inbox is empty and i only have 1 draft!!

[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co

[fatuismooches]

Response to you 🥝 anon and Columbina anon! (5.1 NATLAN AQ SPOILERS UTC!! mostly me ranting about Capitano <3)

I WAS GIGGLING THE MOMENT I SAW THIS AND THEN CAME BACK TO U AFTER I FINISHED THE AQ!!!! 😭❤️😫😫😫😫 I HAVE *SO* MUCH TO SAY TOO- LIKE SIR?!!!! So glad they finally added the hide text button... i love Capitano so much. he's beautiful. AND HE'S SO TALL I CAN'T. reader is one sauce compared to him... HE REALLY DOES DESERVE A HUG.

oKAY SO FIRST CAN WE TALK ABOUT THAT ONE SCENE WHERE HIS SOLDIER WASN'T FEELING GOOD AND HE IMMEDIATELY TURNED AROUND AND STARTED USING HIS POWERS??? And also, when he was about to fight Mavuika and the agents was like "you sure you wanna do this?" 😭💔 I love his relationship with his comrades, and the way he was so impressed with humanity at the end was 😭🥺 I'm really happy he got this much screen time early on. Okay onto my point - if this is the way he treats his soldiers, imagine how protective he is with reader. He would be so observant and watching them so carefully. And his soldiers too. 😫 they would respect u sm...

And that's not even half of it. 😭 With his whole Khaenri'ah stuff, and how he lost everyone, AND he's rotting (how ur hair still so nice tho? 🤔) (i'd still kiss him idc SBusgwqe2 THERES SM FIC POSSIBILITIES WITH THIS...) THERE'S SM GOING ON... (also, the fact he's lost most of his power, but he's still so strong 🧎‍♀️) He would so keep you at a distance at first because he doesn't want to get too attached (he fails obviously tho)

AHHH ALSO... the line when he spoke about the Tsaritsa!!! (beloved tbh 🥺) ahhh i love her sm!! i can't wait to see what kind of Archon she is! i want her to order him to spend a day off with reader!! (also unrelated but hello the fake sky- Dottore WYA???)

Also, it makes me really happy to see him also bc i remember when we were talking about him like 2+ years ago, and now he is finally here and I'm very happy for u 🥺💕 And yes i still remember your request ❤️ and i still love it!! that man really desperately needs some comfort and a break, and yet he also says Dain's hatred is more than him and im likeee 😭💀 even though it was literally just one line about him watching his nation and family/friends all die, the implications is just very sad 😭🥺🥺

AND YES HAI 🥝 ANON!!!! 🫶🫶🫶🫶 I MISSED YOU!! I hope you're okay and that you're recovering well mwah! ❤️ HELP AND PLS I SAID THE SAME THING 😭 I mean, ig we can ignore it because Dain has the same curse although his is slower but his hair is still very nice 😭 Reader helps take care of it for him okay? 😤 ALSO PLS SEND ANYTHING U WANT INTO MY INBOX!!! I'D LOVE TO LISTEN TO YOU TALK ABOUT CAPITANO!! <333

I appreciate your concern and i promise I'm taking care of myself, so please take care of yourself too 🥝 anon!! 💕💕

YES!!! honestly i'm not good with theories and stuff but like just yes 🙏 it was like,, late af at night when i was playing the AQ but as soon as i heard Angels my eyes were WIDENED FR. ahh that lore drop was so unexpected, but i really think it could be connected to Bina! I really hope she appears in the 5.X patches considering this!

i miss her... 😔

[yandere-yearnings]

Hello, me again, sorry for the deley.

I'm not joking when I say, everything thst could go wrong went wrong.

files got corrupted, irl obligations, laptop not working, art program crashing, drawing pad lost, wrists swelling (work related)

N E ways, here is the rough sketch.

I aam so sorry they look like this, I'm gonna fix it asap, just thought it'd be good to give an update.

why are you apologising?? pls don't apologise😭 it must have been so hard and stressful going through all of that, like i'm genuinely frustrated just hearing abt it😤 i hope you've been managing to get proper rest where you can and have been taking care of yourself, and i really hope that the swelling in your wrists has gone down some😔💔

and again, you have absolutely nothing to say sorry abt, even your rough sketches are like little masterpieces😩🩷 i'm really loving how hesitant sun looks and the clothing for each of them suits what i image their respective vibes in the time period would be, you really put so much thought into it and it's beautiful🥺💕 and your attention to detail is immaculate like,, dice's little chin dimple and vio's high cheekbones (+ hairstyle!!) really brings out their characters and i think that's so cool😌✨️

there's absolutely never any rush btw!! genuinely, the most important thing to me is that you're enjoying yourself👉👈 thank you for dropping in to give me an update, it's always nice to see you in my inbox and the creative process is ever so fascinating to me, but pls ensure you're taking breaks when you feel you need them❗️❗️ your health and happiness should always, always be number one priority❤️

[admiramethyst]

✨houseki no kuni ask meme✨

I thought it would be fun to see one of these floating around! Anyone who reblogs this will get an ask from me in their inbox 💛

(If you want to use this with your OCs, say so in your reblog and show people where to find your OCs!)

💎What type of Gem are you? Why did you pick that particular gem?

🍼When were you formed? Does your story take place in the HNK universe? (Note: I personally use "BP (Before Phos)" and "AP (After Phos)" for HNK Universe OCs. Check out my timeline here!)

🧵What uniform do you wear? Do you wear gloves and/or socks or leggings? Any other accessories or deviations from the standard seasonal uniforms?

⚔️What weapon(s) do you use? Do you have any notable techniques when fighting?

📋What is your job? Do you go out on patrols? Does your hardness have anything to do with your job?

🛏️Do you live at the School? If so, what does your room look like? If not, why not? Where do you live?

❄️Do you hibernate through the Winter? If so, what does your hibernation outfit look like? If not, how do you cope with the Winter?

💔How much of yourself have you lost? Is your hair, as it is, the length you were formed with? Are there any notable memories you've lost?

🦾Do you have any replacement limbs/inclusions/etc.? How did you acquire them?

🪦Were you shattered and taken by the Lunarians? If so, how did it happen? If not, what was your closest call?

👯Do you have a partner? If so, what is your relationship with them like? If not, have you had one previously? Is there a reason why you are partner-less?

🌙How do you feel about the Lunarians? Would you/Did you go to the Moon with Phos?

🎉What would or did you do once you got to the Moon after Ch. 94?

🐙How do you feel about the Admirabilis? Have you ever interacted with one before?

🙏If you went through 10,000 years of suffering- would you pray?

If you'd like to just fill this out with information, totally do that too!

[somethin-human]

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[hinge]

Hinge presents an anthology of love stories almost never told. Read more on https://no-ordinary-love.co