#‘you are kind and that’s enough’ it really is huh

[princessbrunette]

yk who i miss gonner!rafe like i just imagine him giving you a body inspection before and fater you go to a girls night

"baby i gotta make sure this pussy only has my cum in it"

i miss gooner!rafe because… well, it’s literally the jittery coked up s1 rafe that we all love 😣

ᥫ᭡ㅤ⠀ㅤ ࣪ 𓈒⠀ྀིㅤׂㅤ ʚɞྀ

he’d offered to pick you up from your friends house after a girls night. you were not dating rafe by any stretch of the word — but it was clear he carried some sort of sick obsession with you, already standing infront of his car waiting for you on the street when you’d stumbled out the house, a little tipsy.

he’d made awkward eye contact with your friends, knowing they knew how the two of you were fucking like rabbits and cleared his throat, looking around.

“thanks for picking me up.” you giggle as you approach him, and he eyes you — unabashedly because he was past caring if you saw that kind of thing.

“uh…” he stares as he scratches his cheek, glassy eyed and unfocused for a second. “yeah.”

you go to reach for the car door handle but he blocks your path, licking his lips. he seemed jittery and a little on edge, so you furrow your eyebrows looking up at him inquisitively.

“rafe?”

“were you hangin’ out with guys… tonight?” he comes out with it. again, he wasn’t your boyfriend — so really, he had no place asking such things. yes, there were guys there — but you specifically hadn’t really been hanging out with them, a couple of them just accompanying your friends for a little while. for the most part it really was just a girls night. when you take a moment to think, dumbly staring up at him he tilts his head, raising his eyebrows. “huh?”

“no— well, there were guys there for a little while but they were just… they were there for my friends. why does it even matter?” as soon as you admit that there were guys present, he licks his lips, standing up straight and staring over your head at the house. he wipes his clammy hands on his shorts and shrugs you off when you touch his arm. you go to continue explaining, or more so asking why he cares but he speaks once more — overlapping your own voice.

“are you fuckin’ them then? letting them inside that… that pussy that i thought was just mine?” he blinks at you irritably and your eyes widen at the insinuation.

“no! god no. i barely even spoke to them. if i knew that wasn’t even allowed i would have —”

“yeah, nah see i don’t… i don’t believe you.” he takes your wrist slowly but with pressure and crowds you against the car, looking around before starting to ruck your skirt up.

“rafe— rafe they’re just inside. can’t do this here—” your breath hitches as he kicks your feet wider apart.

“i really don’t care alright just — just let me check.” he grits his teeth a little when you resist him before he smacks your hand out the way and pulls your panties to the side. you’re wet, and for once he doesn’t like that because who was inside that house getting you so wet? his nose twitches in disapproval as you stare up at him helpless with watery doe eyes, unable to do anything but let him inspect you.

he pushes his fingers in and you groan, because it feels good and you can’t help it — and to this he huffs out a quiet sarcastic ‘ha.’ laugh at the fact you’re enjoying it as he shakes his head, continuing to dig around. “didn’t fuck anyone r— rafe. even if i did do you really think i’d be dumb enough to let them cum inside me?”

“yeah you know i think… i think that dick does make you dumb. i’ve seen it first fuckin’ hand okay so i don’t know. just hope you’re not slutting yourself out to these nobodies.” he warns and you shake your head, clutching his wrist as your cunt flutters around his fingers. it begins to become less of an inspection and more of him just straight up fingering you as he presses you to the car.

“m’not! i wouldn’t! rafe i— i only want your dick. s’why m’so wet, knew you were comin’ to get me n’just wanted to hump on you.” you pout. like magic, you suddenly become aware of the way he’s stiffened up against your leg, a minuscule smirk biting at the corners of his lips at the way you stroked his ego.

“alright… shit, yeah… yeah okay.” he agrees, before pulling his fingers out and backing off. you fix your skirt, eyes flickering over to the house you just left to make sure no one was watching before staring up at rafe obediently. he huffs out a breath, fixing himself in his pants before nodding towards the car. as you go to turn to get in, he quickly changes his mind and yanks you back round to face him making you gasp. “not without cleaning up your mess. c’mere.” he grits, stuffing his fingers into your mouth. you mewl, sucking off the remains of your arousal as he watches closely before removing them and forcefully spinning you around to face the car. he slaps your ass before jogging round to his side. “get in.”

ᥫ᭡ㅤ⠀ㅤ ࣪ 𓈒⠀ྀིㅤׂㅤ ʚɞྀ

[untitledgf-pdf]

"casual"

part one

summary: "casual" situationship with ellie but you want more (inspired by casual by chappel roan ;p)

warnings: light nsfw, no angst (yet;)), ellie is kind of a player (typical masc behaviour /hj)

word count: 1.9k

a/n: i tried writing this for so long but i've been struggling so pls be kind and bare with me. i'm planning either two or three parts for this mini series. this first part is kind of just setting up the beginning of how it all spirals, so it's a lot shorter than i anticipated. the smut is subpar and for that i apologize.

requests are always open and welcomed so don't be shy!!

you didn't know the storm that would come of ellie williams.

there you stood, begrudgingly, leaned against the counter of this fuck ass bar that your friend dragged you to. you continuously sipped on your drink in attempt to drown out the noise of the shitty band playing and your friend's swooning.

"aren't they so good?"

"uh-huh."

"he is so cute..."

"mm..."

lame song followed by another hard listen, you couldn't help but pray to every god in the sky to please just stop this fucking music. to no avail, the band kept playing and your friend giggled and squealed beside you for another fifteen minutes until they finally announced their final song.

with a quiet breath of relief, you gulped down the rest of your drink, setting the empty glass on the counter for a bartender to take away.

"how'd you meet this drummer again?" you questioned your friend.

"we went to college together! can you believe they've been playing together since high school?" she exclaimed proudly.

and they still suck this fucking much?

"no... i cannot." you murmur.

the final note of the music rang through the speakers and the group set their instruments down, shuffling off the small stage.

"i'm going to get another drink." you call to your friend, likely lost in the chatter of the crowd as she saunters off to her new boy toy.

waiting for a bartender to take notice of your patronage, you glance over to your friend, happily chatting with the company of the band.

"what can i get you?"

you turn your attention back to the bartender, and suddenly every thought in your mind replaced by those green eyes. those damn fucking eyes.

you blink before quickly regaining your composure. "can i get-"

glancing over your shoulder at your friend one last time, maybe a drink just wasn't enough.

"can i get... 3 tequila shots?"

a smirk on her lips before she turns her back to you. the bartender turns back around, three shot glasses neatly lined up in front of you. bottle squeezed between her index and middle finger, a thin stream of liquor filled the glasses.

forfeiting your card, she plucks it from your fingers. in the time it takes her to run your card, all four and a half ounces of liquor have already slid down your throat, warming your chest. she turns back around, her gaze dropping to the once again empty glasses in front of her. a quiet chuckle graces her lips.

"you didn't like the show?"

you hesitate. "it's... not really my kind of music."

she smirks, offering you your card back. "yeah, you don't look like you'd be into shitty bands."

another soft chuckle from you. you reach out to take your card back, taking note of the tattoo that wrapped her forearm.

"i like your tattoo..." you murmur, taking your card back.

another smirk. "thanks."

a small tug on your arm snaps your attention from the one good thing that came of the night. "there you are..." a warm smile from your friend.

you return the gesture. "i told you i was getting another drink."

a small pout on her lips. "oh. well come say hi!" she tugs on your arm again, pulling you away from the bar and to the company of the band you had no interest of spending the next two hours with.

you count the seconds passing between forced laughs. time couldn't move any slower, and the conversation was almost as awful as the music they played. another half an hour passed and you felt yourself reaching your limit.

"hey, i'm going to step outside for a sec." you inform your friend before making your way out into the chill night.

a quiet breath of relief escapes your mouth as you lean against the wall. taking out a cigarette, you wrap your lips around the tip, flicking your lighter against the end. furrowing your eyebrows in frustration, you huff.

"come on..." you mumble, watching as the lighter sparks and sparks, taunting you.

you feel a soft nudge against your arm. glancing over, you see the bartender from earlier, cigarette in mouth and lighter in hand.

slowly, you lower your hand as she flicks the lighter on, the small flame lighting the end of your cigarette. you take a deep inhale before turning your head and releasing the smoke from your lungs.

"thanks." you offer her a small smile which she returns.

"you looked like you needed it."

you let out a small laugh before releasing a small sigh. "you have no idea."

she chuckles and takes her own puff. you two stand together in silence for a few moments. maybe it was the buzz of the nicotine inspiring you to be friendly, or maybe the tequila was finally starting to run its course, but a surge of bravery flew through your veins right to your mouth.

"what kind of music do i look like i listen to?"

"hm?" she raises her eyebrows in surprise.

fuck.

you chuckle nervously. "earlier, when you said that i didn't look like i'd be into shitty music. what music do i look like i'd be into?"

she smirks, green eyes scanning you up and down from your ribbon clad hair all the way down to your platform mary janes. "...heavy metal?"

you laugh, tilting your head back. "oh, fuck off."

she snickers and shrugs. "i dunno, appearances can be deceiving."

"that's really your best guess?"

"hey, i gave it my best shot."

"yeah, right." you giggle before taking another drag.

"what about me?"

you glance over at her, smiling lightly. "you definitely seem like... a country girl."

she snorts. "oh, wow."

"lifted pickup and all."

she laughs, crinkles at the corners of her eyes. "you callin' me a hick?"

"maybe." you smile and shrug. "appearances can be deceiving."

she laughs softly, shaking her head. "oh, man." she takes another drag of her cigarette, chuckling softly as she exhales. "you're funny..."

and then the tequila took over from there.

"you think that's good? you should hear my number..."

another laugh from her and you felt your chest swell. "lucky you're cute because that line was awful." and then you were putting your number in her phone.

"couldn't have been that bad if it worked."

"touché."

flicking the cigarette to the ground, you smothered the butt against the sole of your shoe. "don't leave me waiting too long for a text."

"no promises."

the rest of your night after that was a blur. you woke up the next day graced by a raging headache to accompany your hangover. but that wasn't all the night left you with.

<<unknown>>

did i leave you waiting too long?

maybe there is a god out there.

i think you have the wrong number

<<hot bartender>>

oh i'm sorry

i thought you liked my jokes :(

<<hot bartender>>

fuck you. i thought you gave me a fake number

i couldn't help myself

<<hot bartender>>

low hanging fruit

how can i make it up to you?

<<hot bartender>>

head?

<<hot bartender>>

sorry my cat ran across my keyboard

that is one freaky cat

<<hot bartender>>

haha

<<hot bartender>>

wyd?

i've got a hot date with this hangover

<<hot bartender>>

come over

<<hot bartender>>

i've got the perfect cure

you blinked and suddenly you were in her apartment, on her couch, her head buried in your thighs.

insatiable hunger, her tongue licking and slurping as much of your essence as she can find. and there was plenty.

an array on moans left your lips as you tangled your fingers in her hair. you could practically feel her smirk against your cunt as her tongue swirled your puffy clit. a soft whimper in response.

"mm..." she moans into your heat, her hungry lips gently kissing your clit. "you're the damn best metalhead i've ever tasted..."

you can't help but giggle. "shut up..."

she grins wickedly, her lips wrapping around your pretty nub, sucking needlessly to draw another loud moan from you. her nimble fingers slip into you, granting a loud gasp from you.

"yeah... that's it." a sloppy kiss to your clit as her fingers curl up into your velvety core.

you throw your head back on to the arm rest, her mouth stimulating your bundle of nerves and fingers scratching that itch buried inside.

"fuck, ells..." you moan softly, feeling the pit grow in your stomach.

ellie chuckles, her fingers pumping harder. "i told you..." she murmurs, her mouth worshipping your clit once again. "i'm the perfect hangover cure."

your moans only increase in intensity as her mouth resumes its course, accompanying the rhythm of her fingers thrusting inside you. ellie uses her free hand to gently squeeze the meat of your thighs, lifting your leg to rest against her shoulder as she dives her face further into you.

"'m going to drown in this pussy..." ellie murmurs. "i can't get enough."

her nose brushes up against her clit which erupts in an audible reaction from you. this only causes ellie to work her mouth and fingers not only faster, but harder against you.

following the movements of her work, the once small knot in your stomach grows stronger and stronger. your grip on her hair tightens, moans growing louder by the second. you prayed she didn't have thin walls because you had entirely lost control of your actions in the very present moment.

"c'mon... give me what i want." ellie coos. "i want this pretty pussy to sing for me..."

and then you lost it. shrieking in pleasure, the knot finally snapped. ellie's eyes flashed with delight, quickly pulling her fingers out as she desperately lapped up every drop of your release she could find, wanting to savour every single taste of you.

you pant heavily, staring up at her ceiling. ellie smirks, licking off the last drops of your from her fingers before hovering above your face.

you look up at her, coming down from the skies, your ears ringing from the intensity of your orgasm. ellie leans down, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips.

"perfect cure..." she murmurs.

you chuckle softly, still panting. "yeah... perfect cure."

crawling off you, ellie gently slides your bunched up panties up your legs, back over your hips. you sit up, collecting your clothes thrown to the ground, slowly pulling the fabrics back over your body.

ellie gently squeezes your thigh. "we should do this more often."

"did i really taste that good?"

"yes."

you laugh, shaking your head. "how about you take me out first and then i'll let you fuck me again."

ellie winces slightly which causes you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

"what?" you question.

"no it's just-i'm not really good at the whole 'dating' thing."

"...oh."

"don't get me wrong-i'm definitely into you. i just... don't really like the pressures and bullshit with labelling it and everything."

you pause for a moment.

this is definitely a red flag right? i should run out of here right now while i have the chance.

ellie notices your confliction and places a hand on your knee. her green eyes catch your gaze and she gives you a soft smile.

big mistake.

"i like you. you're fun and nice to talk to and i want to see you again. i just think... maybe we should keep things casual for now. no expectations, no attachment... just feel things out."

you let out a quiet breath before hesitantly nodding. "yeah, okay. casual."

@seraphicsentences (2 years later i finally post again)

[tightjeansjavi]

Guilty Pleasure

Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: smut, +18 minors dni!

do you ever think about early mornings with Joel just as the sun is beginning to rise, and his limbs are still tangled with yours under his sheets. Even in his peaceful slumber his arms are wound around you, holding you impossibly close, caging you in his warmth. Maybe it’s a little too hot for personal comfort, and even with the gentle breeze from the open window, combined with the lulling white noise from the plugged in fan, it isn’t enough to satiate the heat pooling deep in your belly. An uncomfortable itch that blooms when he shifts his bare hips against your ass, grinding gently against you coaxing you out of your own slumber. He must feel it, too. That urge. The apex of your thighs are sticky, perspired with sweat and the remnants of yours and his release from the night prior. Too lazy to shower, opting for a gentle sweep of a washcloth to finish the job after his tongue swept through your folds for what felt like the umpteenth time. “Joel.” You nearly whine, voice strained and laced with sleep, “too hot.”

He chuffs a laugh against your neck, burying his nose into the juncture, inhaling your sweet morning scent and the subdued stench of sex that lingers in the air. “Mmm. Texas heat can sure be a bitch, huh?” His lips curved upwards, beard scraping your skin as he nuzzles you.

“Doesn’t help that I’m literally being smothered by a grizzly bear right now.” You stifled a giggle, attempting to pry yourself from his paws, but he’s quicker than that, even as his body has only just begun to emerge from sleep.

“Where y’goin?’” He rasps, voice groggy, tugging you back against his chest.

“Joel.” You huff a laugh, trying to move his hands but they’re locked around you like cement. “Baby, c’mon.”

“You sure it’s the heat outside that’s got my girl all flustered?” He questions, grinning against your skin. “Sure it ain’t the other kind?” He presses, rolling his hips forward to enunciate his point.

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks in tandem, burying your face into the pillow as you let out a frustrated sigh. “You’re such a perv, Miller.” You tease.

“Yeah?” He gruffs out a laugh, nibbling on your skin now, eliciting sweet giggles to slip past your lips.

“Yeah, you and your dirty mind.” You quip back just as his hand slowly slips down between your tightly pressed bodies so he can gently ease your thighs apart and glide his hardening cock between them, sticky and slick.

“You love me and my dirty mind, filthy mouth, and cock stretching you open.” He hums, tone honeyed and low when the vibe shifts and you subconsciously spread your thighs open further for him to fit comfortably between them.

“I do.” You agree, “I really do, baby.”

“Atta girl.” He praises as he continues to dote your skin in loving, affection pecks.

And when he slips inside of your tight warmth, pressing you open inch by inch, your head comes to fall back against his strong shoulder, lips parted and whispering his name through the balmy morning air.

This is how every morning starts with Joel Miller, and it’s turned into your guilty pleasure, one that would have to be pried from your cold, stubborn grasp. He never complains, of course. How could he? The woman of his dreams tangled in his sheets, sweetly moaning his name? It’s his guilty pleasure, too. One he vows to never lose.

[violet-moonstone]

sometimes i like to think that if RoB/DoB and RTTE Hiccup met each other, they would both be a little unsettled by each other - younger Hiccup would be like "geez, I get really reckless, huh?" and probably roast his older self about it. Older Hiccup would be like "why is younger me so mean? ;-;"

just imagining young Hiccup watching older Hiccup jump off a cliff wearing clearly too-heavy wings and making some sardonic comment and older Hiccup being like "now listen here, you little shit!"

Funnily enough I kind of feel like RoB/DoB Hiccup and RTTE are like two sides of HTTYD 1 Hiccup's personality divided in half.

Also, I think it would be very funny to see different HTTYD characters react to their younger selves. I feel like Astrid especially would see her younger self and be shocked. Like "I wasn't that angry all the time, was I?" Everyone else would be like...YES ASTRID

Dagur would see his younger self and probably be partially embarrassed/ashamed about the villainy and partially overwhelmed by how much of a gremlin he was. Like if he found Gustav tiring, imagine how he'd react to his teenage self.

[harmonicakai]

Midas Touch

Part 2 of the "Somebody Else" series

Pairing: Soobin x Reader, Yeonjun x Reader

Summary: As you and Soobin work on becoming a more believable fake couple, you both realize your initial impressions of each other aren't as accurate as you thought.

Tropes: love triangle, unrequited love, fake dating, frat boy!yeonjun, nerd!soobin, roommates, college AU, childhood best friends

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: sexual TENSION (mdni!), swearing, yj is an asshole, mentions of masturbation and sex

A/N: Yeonjun is barely in this sorry guys :-(

"The look of you when I open my eyes So bright that I couldn’t dare to approach My heart that wants to be like you Gets colored, filled with you" —New, Yves

Your room is much nicer than Soobin’s, albeit messier. There’s clothes scattered all across the floor, and your twin sized bed is covered in stuffed animals.

“Sorry,” you apologize, piling things onto your desk chair. “I didn’t think anybody would actually be coming over tonight. I mean, not like anybody is here any other night, either.”

“That’s okay,” Soobin reassures you. He’s relieved to hear that you don’t tend to have any late night visitors. You grab one of your favorite throw blankets and chuck it at him.

“Hope you’re okay with the floor,” you say. “If this actually becomes a regular thing, I’ll work out a more comfortable sleeping arrangement.”

“I’m good with whatever,” he says. Really, he thinks that if you let him sleep in your bed with you, he’d probably explode, so this is a good thing.

“Here,” you say, handing him a spare toothbrush. “Let’s get unready.”

Soobin is mesmerized at watching your nighttime routine, but he’s especially interested in the way you remove your makeup and layer on a complex combination of skincare products. You’re even nice enough to share and guide him through each step.

“This one brightens your face,” you explain, “And this one helps with texture.”

Soobin’s never considered any of these issues before. He kind of just rinses his face with water and things work out okay for him. 

You watch him to make sure he goes in the right order, and he can’t help but notice how you’re equally as beautiful without makeup. You’ve got a silly plush headband pushing your hair out of your face, and you’ve given him one to match.

It all feels a bit too real standing at the bathroom sink together. 

“All done?” you ask, snapping him out of his daydream. He nods, and you lead him back to your bedroom.

When you get back, your roommate, Jia, is sitting in the common room eating a tub of ice cream and watching TV. She’s cool with you bringing Yeonjun around all the time, but isn’t used to seeing new faces pop up. 

“Hi,” you greet her, before gesturing to your guest. “This is Soobin. Soobin, this is my roommate, Jia.”

“Hi,” he says, giving an awkward wave. Jia gives a half grin, her mouth full, before waving and shooting you a look that says she’s going to need every detail later.

“We’ll be in my room,” you say, grabbing Soobin’s hand and dragging him along. 

While things felt blissfully domestic in the bathroom, they’re as awkward as can be in the bedroom. The two of you really know nothing about each other, except for maybe the classes you take. 

Soobin wonders if you’re just tired or you just don’t want to talk to him. For his sake, he decides on the former, watching as you switch the lamp off and turn to face the wall. 

“Goodnight, Soobin,” you say, hoping he’s comfortable enough on your floor.

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he replies. His heartbeat is still racing, and he spends a good portion of the night listening to the way your breathing becomes slow and steady, willing himself to match its pace. That night, all he dreams about is you.

—————-

If things were awkward right before bed, they’re even worse when you and Soobin wake up to a fire alarm. 

“Soobin,” you say, crawling out of bed and shaking him. He must be a heavy sleeper. “Soobin, get up.”

His eyes flutter open and he’s got a dopey smile when he sees you. “Huh? What time is it?”

“It’s only six, but there’s a fire alarm. We have to go outside.” You offer a hand to help him up, but he looks at you funny. “Is something wrong?”

“I can’t get up,” he gulps, glancing at his crotch. “Morning wood.”

“Nobody will care,” you huff, covering your ears in an attempt to dampen the siren. “I’m sorry. I just—I can’t stand loud noises.”

A little embarrassment is nothing compared to making sure you’re comfortable. In an instant, Soobin is up, your blanket wrapped around him like a cape as you file into the crowd of evacuating students.

“Hold my hand,” you whisper, and he doesn’t need anymore convincing before lacing his fingers into yours. To everybody, you look like a real couple. People mostly know you around campus as Yeonjun’s friend, so hopefully they’ll start to talk when they see you with another guy for once.

Soobin notices how you’re shivering in just a t-shirt and sleep shorts and wraps the blanket around you too, pulling you in to share his body heat. He’s so cozy, and his chest feels more solid than you expected. 

“Thank you,” you say, peering up at him, your arms finding their way around his waist. His hair is messier than you’ve ever seen it, but it somehow works for him. He smiles back at you, and you note his dimples and the way his eyes light up.

Choi Soobin is cute. He might not be your type, but any girl would be lucky to have him.

Even though he doesn’t really want to, Soobin heads back to his own room after the fire alarm is over. It was really sweet of him to keep you company while you waited, you think to yourself.

When Soobin gets back, Yeonjun is sitting in the kitchen, nursing his hangover with a huge spread of breakfast. 

“Look who’s back,” Yeonjun slurs, wearing sunglasses indoors. “Have fun with Y/N?”

“I did, actually. She showed me her skincare routine.”

“Is that all she showed you?” He’s lifted his sunglasses up now.

“Yes.” Soobin knows if he says more, it’ll be too obvious the relationship is fake.

“So the girl of your dreams took you to her bedroom and you didn’t hook up with her?”

“It’s not like that between us,” Soobin asserts. “I want to take my time. Treat her right.”

“Soob,” Yeonjun starts, a grin plastered on his face. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

“And what if I am?”

“I knew it!” Yeonjun leans into the couch, clapping.

“I’m going to shower,” Soobin says, walking towards the bathroom.

“Don’t take too long jacking off to Y/N,” his roommate calls after him.

“You’re gross!”

“Maybe, but I’m right, aren’t I?”

Yeonjun is right. As soon as Soobin steps under the hot water, he can’t get you off of his mind. The way your fingers felt laced through his hair, or the taste of your lip gloss. Your cute moles that your foundation usually covers up and the way you snuggled into him to keep warm.

He’s got it bad, finishing after he’s barely even touched himself. That’s the kind of effect you have on him, and he knows that if he’s going to be around you more and more, he’s going to have to learn to control himself.

When he gets out of the shower, you’re sitting on the couch, looking as beautiful as ever. Soobin stops dead in his tracks, blinking back the water that’s dripping from his hair. In an attempt to cover up his bare chest, he almost drops the towel from around his waist.

“Y/N! Hi–hey!” he stutters, his eyes wide. What were you doing here and why were you so dressed up?

“Hi, Soobie,” you smile at him, standing up and hugging him. “Ooh, bad idea. You’re getting me all wet.”

“That’s probably the only way he can,” Yeonjun chuckles. You turn and shoot him a dirty look.

“Hurry up and put some clothes on,” you tell Soobin. “I don’t want to lose our reservation.”

“Right, yes. Sorry,” he says, walking past you and into his room.

“Please tell me you’re not just messing with that poor boy,” Yeonjun sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t think he’d ever recover.”

“No, Yeonjun,” you cross your arms. “Unlike some people, it matters who I bring home with me.”

“So, you actually like him?”

“He’s sweet,” you reason, refusing to elaborate any further.

“Am I not?” You couldn’t tell if you could sense a tinge of jealousy in his voice.

“Why don’t you ask one of the other girls you kissed the other night and get back to me?” Your anger catches both you and him off guard. Usually, you’re Yeonjun’s doormat. 

You stare at each other in silence before finally looking away. It feels like hours before Soobin comes back out of his room, wearing his glasses and a white button down. It’s nerdy, but in a cute way. It’s quintessentially him.

“Ready?” you ask, holding out your hand for him.

“Yeah, ready,” he says, lacing his fingers into yours. “Bye, Yeonjun. We’ll see you later.”

“Bye,” he mutters, eyes locked on his phone screen. “Have fun.”

You close the door behind you without a word.

—————-

“This isn’t what I was expecting when you said we had a reservation,” Soobin says, eyeing the study room in the library that you’ve rented out for the next couple of hours. “I could’ve at least brought some homework to do.”

“This isn’t a study date,” you clarify. “Well, technically it is, except we’re studying each other. If we’re going to be a couple, we need to look and act like one.”

“Agreed.” Soobin’s palms are already starting to sweat. He had always thought of you as quiet and sweet around Yeonjun, but you seem so confident when it’s just you and him.

“I brought a game for us to play to get to know each other better,” you say, opening up your tote bag and digging out a deck of cards. “We’ll start with level one. What was the first thing you noticed about me?”

“You’re beautiful,” Soobin blurts out. His wording sticks in your head. Usually, people call you cute or pretty, but beautiful has a whole other meaning to it.

“Thank you,” you say, hoping he can’t see you blush. “I noticed how nice you were.”

“Or you didn’t notice me at all,” he says, staring at the floor.

“What do you mean?” you ask, looking at him in confusion.

“We’ve technically met twice. You were drunk the first time, and you didn’t really remember, so the second time we met, you thought it was the first. I had to reintroduce myself.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know that.” He thought you were beautiful even when you were blackout drunk.

“It’s okay,” he shrugs. “It gave me a second chance to make a good first impression.”

“And you did,” you assure him. “All of Yeonjun’s friends are dicks, so it was really nice to meet one who isn’t.”

“I don’t think me and Yeonjun are friends,” he mutters.

“You don’t?” It had never occurred to you that Soobin didn’t like Yeonjun.

“Does it seem like we’re friends?”

“Well… no, I guess not,” you say, looking back at the deck in your hands. 

“He’s kind of an asshole,” Soobin laughs. He’s right, you think to yourself, but it’s not something you’ve ever been willing to accept.

“He wasn’t always like that,” you quip back. “He used to be really sweet. I don’t know. Something just changed between highschool and college. He wanted to be cool and went on this whole journey to reinvent himself.”

“So, he’s completely different, but you’re still in love with him?”

You have no idea how to answer that question. Soobin knows he shouldn’t have asked it.

“Let’s skip to level two,” you change the subject, digging through the cards. “What's the most attractive thing I do without realizing it?”

Soobin swallows hard. He thinks everything you do is attractive. Even the way you’re looking at him right now, the corners of your mouth slightly upturned, makes his heart beat faster. He weighs his options. “You’re bossy.”

“You like that?” you laugh. There were so many other things he could have picked about you.

“Yes. You know exactly what you want and you aren’t afraid to tell me. It’s–it’s very attractive.”

“Fair enough.” You lean back in your chair, eyeing him up and down. “You have nice hands.”

“Really?” he says, looking at them. “Nobody’s ever told me that.”

“Dude,” you say, taking one into your grasp and comparing it to yours. “They’re huge. It’s hot.”

“Thanks,” he mutters, pulling his hand away and hiding his face.

“Did I say something wrong?” you ask him. He looks up at you, surprised.

“No! I’m just, I’m not used to being complimented. Especially not on my appearance.” It’s never occurred to you that some people don’t get showered with comments on how good they look all the time, especially someone as handsome as Soobin. 

“Soobin,” you say, locking eyes with him. “You are very attractive. From one pretty person to another, okay?”

“Okay,” he laughs awkwardly. “It’s hard to argue with that.”

“You know what?” You set the deck of cards down on the table. “Fuck the game. Let’s do something more fun.”

“Like what?”

“Kissing lessons,” you grin.

“What!?” Soobin looks terrified. He checks behind his shoulder to make sure the room’s blinds are shut.

“If we want to make Yeonjun jealous, you’re going to have to look like you can kiss me better than he can. That’ll really get on his nerves.”

“Was I… bad at kissing the other night?”

“No, but you were a little desperate,” you explain.

“Sorry.” He’s looking away again.

“Stop apologizing to me. I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

“Oh. Then why do I need lessons?”

“Listen, I’m all for my fake boyfriend seeming obsessed with me, but if you keep kissing me like it’s the end of the world, it’s not going to seem like we do it on the regular.”

“Makes sense.”

“Exactly. So, let’s practice. We’ll start easy with cheek kisses. Don’t flinch.” You lean over and place a quick kiss on Soobin’s cheek, and he does his best to stay still. “See, was that so hard?”

“I guess not,” he breathes out.

You raise an eyebrow at him. “You guess?”

“It wasn’t,” he clarifies. “What’s next?”

You grab both of his hands and pull him to his feet. “Hug me like you missed me.”

He doesn’t need much more instruction, wrapping his arms around your waist until there’s no space between the two of you. “Now what?”

“Kiss the top of my head.” Soobin places a gentle kiss at the crown of your head, your shampoo smelling like citrus. You look up at him with a smile.

“Good job,” you say. “Now my forehead, and then my cheek, and then my nose.”

One of his hands moves to cup your face, following your instructions carefully. Once he’s placed a kiss on the tip of your nose, he doesn’t pull away. “And your mouth?”

You nod, leaning in until your lips connect. He’s more cautious this time, making sure it doesn’t seem like he’s trying to swallow you whole. 

“How was that?” he asks, breaking away. 

“It was nice,” you say. “Maybe a little too gentle.”

Instead of replying, Soobin pulls you into another kiss, his grip on your waist tightening and his mouth open. “Better?”

“Better,” you affirm before kissing him again. Your hands slip into his hair, tugging on it slightly. Soobin leans further into you until you’re pressed against the blackboard.

His tongue finds its way into your mouth and to your surprise, you whimper. And just like that, Soobin is hard, all of his nervousness melting away to focus on pleasing you. He pulls away, his lips kissing their way down your jaw and onto your neck.

“Does this feel good?” he asks you, sucking on the sensitive skin. The best answer you can give him is a strained moan. You pray he doesn’t leave a mark.

“You—you’re a fast learner,” you stammer. One of his hands brushes the hemline of your shirt, prompting you to snap into reality and push him away. “That was good. You did good.”

Soobin steps back, his body no longer keeping you upright. You both do your best to regain your composure, wiping your lips dry and fixing your hair. 

“I have a good teacher,” he says, suddenly feeling awkward again. He prays you don’t notice his hard on, even though it was just pressed up against you. Except it’s all you can think about.

If it were anybody else, you’d probably laugh and tease them about it, but not Soobin. You had no idea how much you’d enjoy this. Sure, kissing him while drunk and heartbroken at the party was fun, but this was different. 

“Well, I think we’ve had a successful day,” you say, quickly gathering the cards off the table and shoving them into your bag. “I have to run. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Oh. Yeah, okay,” he smiles, his stupid dimples showing. “I’ll see you later, Y/N!”

And with that, you’ve slammed the study room’s door behind you, willing yourself to think about literally anything or anyone else on the way back to your dorm.

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[borbygorlinbbqworld]

The SIL

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It had been a long time since you'd seen your older brother and his much younger wife. They had moved to some nice house in the suburbs after they got married while you stayed behind in a crappy apartment.

She had always been way too good for him. Born a jackass, his only requirements for a wife was someone hot, and someone who did everything for him.

Not only was she the perfect little domesticated housewife, but she was a stunner. Brilliant smile, lustful hazel eyes, long auburn hair... and a huge fucking rack. The first time you met her, you were positive they had to be implants, but after having watched how much they bounced and jiggled when she walked, you realized she had just been blessed by the gods.

Your brother was super fucking lucky.

So once you'd heard he had walked out on her just as she'd delivered twins, you knew it was the right thing to do to check up on her and her babies.

Your brother was an ass for getting her pregnant and then leaving. The least you could to do help put was bring some food over, maybe help out a bit and let Anna know not all men were garbage.

So, casserole in hand, you rang the doorbell.

You heard footsteps at the door, then the sound of someone moving the eye hole to peer through.

"Jack?!"

She opened the door, looking a little embarrassed, and your jaw nearly fell to the floor.

Pregnancy had been extremely kind to Anna. Her breasts appeared to have nearly doubled in size, stretching out the tiny spaghetti strap tank top to the max. The outline of fat, juicy areolas and hard nipples were tantalizing through the near see-through fabric.

She tugged at the shirt, doing her best to keep herself as covered as possible despite spilling out the front and sides of the tank top. "I'm so sorry, I... I wasn't really expecting anyone..."

"It's okay!" You managed to choke the words out, but ripping your eyes away from her massive tits was more impressive. You held up the casserole. "I brought food for you guys."

"Oh my goodness, you're so sweet!" She nearly looked ready to cry. She took you by the hand and led you into the house. "Come on in."

Each step made her nipples bounce and sway despite her top being so tight against her breasts.

She must have been so full of milk...

"So uh... twins, huh? How's that been?" You swallowed hard, sneaking another look at her giant mammaries. Your dick twitched at you noticed small damp spots form at her nipples. "They must be hungry kids..."

"Quadruplets, actually." She put a hand to her breast, checking for milk as more started leaking through her shirt. "And honestly, not hungry enough. I just put them down for a nap after a huge feed, but I... I'm still so engorged... "

Four.

Four kids, this woman was feeding, and she was still leaking from being too full! Your mouth went dry; what you wouldn't give to be able to suck each of those things dry as you fucked her...

You watched as she pulled out her breast pump and pushed a button on it. "Crap... battery still hasn't finished charging..."

She blushed as the damp spots on her shirt started to drip onto the floor. "O-Oh..."

One little squeeze.

That's all it would take. One little squeeze of her swollen breasts, and her milk would have sprayed all over your face and tasted so good...

"I started selling my milk online," she continued. "I had to. Nowhere to store it when you make so fucking much every day..."

"H-How much?"

"Well, after my babies eat, the excess is about..." She trailed off, looking embarrassed. Wincing, she felt her other breast, causing a little to squirt through her shirt. Helplessly, she looked up at you. "About a gallon per breast."

You could have melted.

This woman was a fertility goddess, able to feed four babies, and God only knew how many else with her excess. But she was your sister in law; it would have been totally wrong to do the things you wanted with her.

And there were so many things you wanted... She might have only given birth a short while ago, but she exuded hormones that you knew begged for you to get her pregnant again.

She was in absolute heat, and your body couldn't stop picking up on it.

And if you did try anything... How many times would she let you thrust and put your seed in her as her breasts bounced back and forth? Would her tits get so full of milk it would immobilize her?

With how big they had swollen to in this pregnancy, she wasn't all that far off.

"A gallon, huh?"

She nodded, her breasts jiggling along with her. "And they're just so heavy all the time..." She turned her back to you and backed up. Even from behind, their large masses poked out the sides of her silhouette. "Lift them up for me?"

Your dick throbbed. She was asking you to touch her tits... No. Her voice was a whine, and she was practically begging you to touch them.

You obliged, and hoisted her heavy breasts into your hands. Immediately, she let out a sigh of relief; they felt incredibly heavy as you lifted them up and down, milk sloshing within the confines of her tight skin. Your thumbs rubbed the sides of her flesh, feeling out her glands until your hands were damped by her warm milk. It had streamed down from her teats, which looked even more prominent than before as you looked over her shoulder. Throbbing blue veins darkened her otherwise porcelain flesh.

She must have been super fucking full, ready to burst...

Before you knew what was happening, she spun around and pushed your shoulders downward, forcing you to your knees. The shirt that had already barely fit her to begin with looked like she had grown out of it before your eyes as her milk stretched her engorged tits. She struggled to lift it up and over her breasts, but she managed.

It left you face to face with massive dripping mammaries as you salivated and soaked your boxers with precum.

Biting her lip, she looked down at you in desperation. She leaned forward just enough so her nipple was a mere bredth away from your bottom lip. "Please...?"

You kissed it gently, causing her to let out a soft moan and a spurt of milk. Before you could continue teasing her, she shoved her teat into your mouth.

Immediately, your mouth filled with the sweet milk, and some dribbled down your chin. Rubbing your tongue against her swollen nipple made her cry out again, releasing more sweetness for you to feast upon. And feast you did; sucking, slurping, swallowing, her supply never seemed to end.

You switched breasts, releasing her fat teat with a resounding pop before latching onto the next. You slid your arm between her legs to get a decent balance, and that was when you noticed how wet Anna had gotten.

She rubbed herself against your arm, letting out soft moans. Not only did she need to be milked, but this woman was fucking horny! It only made your cock feel harder, and much more difficult to ignore.

Her body wanted more babies to feed, and by God, you were going to keep fucking her until she had at least twenty.

How the hell did your brother give that up?

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🐮❤️

[robo-milky]

“Hey, Carrots!

No need to look so offended, I’m not here to cause any trouble, you know~. No favors to ask of either. It’s your special day, isn’t it? It is! So I came by to give you a present.

…Yeah, okay, it’s not really much, but it’s a gift nonetheless. Coupon for a special pop for the birthday girl~. You have a favorite flavor or something? I’ll try making it into a pop for you. A dozen for free! I’m real kind, I know.

Oh, and before I forgot. You know Ashi, don’t you? Poor girl couldn’t make it today, so she asked me to hand you a gift bag in her stead. Proves my trustworthiness, doesn’t it? Heh.

No need to worry, I didn’t peek at it… Hold some higher standards for me, would you?”

Niko hands over the bag. It’s a cute, pink, petite bag with cat decorations on it. It holds some resemblance to the feline holding it herself.

Grabbing what’s inside, there’s a little drawing with a note attached. It’s written with words and symbols that seem impossible to verbalize, but somehow it’s easy to imagine a certain brunette bringing life to them…

Clochey! HBD fam!~ Super bummed I couldn’t make it, but I hope this prezzie has enough of my energy baked into it that it feels like I’m there! LMK ASAP ☆

I wanted to send you a cute lil’ message ‘cuz I’m real thankful for us being friends, YK? Even tho we aren’t super buddy buddy, I still totally enjoy your company. Eppy tells me enough about you that it basically feels like I’m hanging with you myself!

Anyway~ I wanted to gift smth more personalized for you, so I drew up a little drawing! It’s kinda like a postcard, but I tried putting one of your fave things on it ♡ I hope you enjoy!~

We should SO get talkin’ again soonsies! Wishin you a happy birthday and many more with a certain huntsman <3

Sincerely, Ashi ♪

Cloche hears a chuckle after she’s done reading the note.

“Wow, Carrots, your face is a little red… Wonder what Ashi stirred up for you to get you, the cold clawed kitty to get lookin’ like that. Well, privacy is privacy. Guess that’s my cue to leave.

Here’s hoping you catch a break from all the trouble around campus, hm? Enjoy your day~.”

HAPPY BDAY CHRIS!!!!!!! I HOPE YOUR DAY AND WEEK AND TBH MONTH IS SO BANGER. ITS SO DESERVED!!!!!!! 🫶 it’s been SO nice being your moot for like?? WHAT??? TWO YEARS OR SMTH??? TIME IS SO CRAZY. it’s been such a treat being able to interact n talk w you since the beginning!!! I GET SUPER HAPPY WHENEVER I SEE YOU IN MY NOTIFS <333 HBD again and I hope life treats you well!!!!! 🙏 blessing your pulls and turning them into pomepulls……….. tehepero

[Cloche’ Birthday Bash] *them referring to our dear freshmen

Okay first of all… ASHIIIIIII YOU’RE GONNA KILL ME I SWEAR !!! THE FACT THAT YOU SENT THIS SO EARLY??!?! THE INTERACTION IS EVERYTHING! I JUST LOVE HOW THIS PLAYS OUT SO NATURALLY- Fr, Niko just waltzing into Ramshackle then dipping- aND THE GORGEOUS GORGEOUS ROOKLOCHE ART- LITERALLY SCREAMING OVER THE POSE AND DETAILS- YOU SERIOUSLY OUT DID YOURSELF FOR THIS ONE! Rook carrying her and Cloche grabbing on to him to get closer- SAVANACLAW ROOK MY BELOVED- Muscle man frrrr- Ashi really caught on to the cat maid’s staring during Chapter 7 huh. AND THE DOODLES ON RHE SIDES ARE TOO CUTE- 😩

Epel yapping on about Cloche and totally not suspiciously asking Ashi about her roommate- Ashi internally sweating bullets when Epel doesn’t realize that everything he describes is the cat maid making up excuses to avoid him-

Also take this… Cloche walking up to Niko days later and asking for a bone marrow pop, and it takes Niko a few seconds to realize it was a joke 😭😭 Slow burn friendship trust-

Really, it’s so wild that it’s been 2 years- So glad to have you here and to celebrate with you again !! I think you really blessed my pome pulls with this one- seriously- man came on the 30th pull twice- Ilyyyyy If makes me super happy to see you in my notifs as well and may we continue to interact in the future!

[mothbart]

the ultimate guide to baking a cake

here's my big birthday present to kolowv!!! i don't think there could be enough words to ever describe how fun this was to write.

frenemies jarty | words: 5,522

“Sorry,” James says, grimacing at the cashier. “He’s kind of an asshole, if you couldn’t tell.” “That’s so funny,” Barty replies, turning his head to look at James. “I guess it takes one to know one, huh?” “Really?” James asks. “It’s cool,” the cashier says, shrugging as he scans the last item. “Hope that baking the cake goes well.”

Or - Barty Crouch Jr. is in charge of baking his best friend's birthday cake, and the last thing he needs is help from said best friend's boyfriend.

you can read it here.

[misc-obeyme]

Okay, this is very much specific to myself, but whatever 🫶 What would Barbatos think of an MC that is always dressed up. VERY dressed up. For instance; I'm going to school in a petticoat, two skirts, two shirts, and a full corset... that kind of dressed up.

Like, on one hand, I think he'd really enjoy it, but on the other, I feel like he'd be constantly worried. They're NEVER dressed for the weather, they're NEVER dressed for comfort, and what are they supposed to wear to formal events when they dress like this on the daily?

He'd probably grumble about it to a bit but ultimately still adore their style and offer to make them something for those formal events.

And on the other side of the spectrum, an MC who is never dressed up at all! I'm taking hoodies and sweatpants all the time.

I'm guessing he'd respect them for their choice of comfort over style but also want them to be just a tad more formal around Lord Diavolo.

Put em together and a typically fancy MC being casual only for Barbatos?

We got that phone call from Barbatos in either his most recent or second most recent card, where he's wearing casual clothing, and we get his reaction to MC's reaction. (I hope you know the call I'm talking about because I can not find it for the life of me)

He'd totally be touched to be one of the few MC is casual around!!

I'm almost embarrassed about my reaction that phone call. It's the one called "Out of Character Teatime" and it's from the UR+ Wind Spirits & Surprises, which is his anniversary UR card.

It's great no matter what dialogue option you choose, but there's one where he talks about how he's waiting for you just as himself and not as a butler. And THAT always makes me silly.

But he also ends that call by saying he'll receive you in whichever type of clothing you prefer. Which I found accurate but also funny. I mean, he's basically saying he'll dress formal or casual depending on your preference. And I'm over here like... what if my preference is that you wear whatever you want, huh???

But along those lines, he's all about MC doing whatever they're happiest doing. So I think he'd be happy no matter what style MC chose, as long as they're doing whatever makes them most comfortable.

I think he would absolutely appreciate an MC who dresses up a lot, though. He'd be happy to make them outfits any time and he probably loves to see them wearing something he made.

He would also make clothes for a casual MC. I kinda see him making all kinds of hoodies and such. He's versatile, you know?

And either way, I think he'd be worried about MC being dressed for the weather. Like he appreciates your dedication to style, but really it's going to be cold and you need to wear a jacket. Might also scold you about it if you do it too often or if you actually get sick because of it.

There's very much this secretive aspect of his character, but it's more than just him keeping epic plot-changing secrets. There's also him kinda hiding his true self, too. He plays the part of a butler, but that isn't what defines him. He's a butler, but more than that, he's a person. A being with feelings and needs and times when he isn't perfect. And I think if he was to encounter an MC who revealed that side of themselves to him, no matter how that manifests, he would feel loved and trusted. Just like he loves and trusts MC enough to let them see him in a casual state.

Here I go writing Barb essays again lol.

[nsftventurelovebot]

A/N: Oh my god? A request? That I got done? No way– anyway sorry this took so long but here it is! Link to request is here!

Premise: As it turns out, there really wasn't anything to worry about. Fem!reader x AMAB!Venture!

Warning: None for this one!

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" Kiriko asks.

You look timidly around the break room of the donut shop before speaking up again. She flipped the sign up front to 'Closed' so you didn't run the risk of anyone coming in and overhearing your conversation. No one else was present except for the two of you, and it was awkwardly quiet except for the hum of kitchen appliances that could be heard through out the store.

"Promise you won't laugh?" You ask, shame beginning to show on your face.

"No guarantees, but I can promise I won't make fun of you!"

Good enough, you guess. You sigh and slump into the worn down couch and cast your gaze downwards.

"Sloan is visiting me again tonight." You begin.

"Uh huh. And?" Kiriko sits across from you on one of the equally overused chairs.

"Never mind." You clasp your hands around your face in sheer embarrassment.

"You really came over here just to chicken out at the last moment? Is it really that bad?" She wonders.

You take a deep breath and lay your hands back down, but you still can't bring yourself to look at your friend just yet.

"We have a date tonight– and last time we– we tried to have– you know..." You explain the situation to the best of your ability.

"Okay, so what went wrong? Just didn't feel confident enough?" She raises an eyebrow.

"Kind of. I told them I was too nervous and that maybe next date we could try again, and they were fine with that! But..." You took one more shaky breath inwards.

"Please don't tell anyone! I'm a virgin–" You admit, your face turning ruby red at the mention of the word 'virgin'.

"Ah. I see." No laughter from Kiriko so far. Off to a good start. "Does Sloan know?"

"Yes! Kind of..." You bite your lip and ball the fabric of your clothes in a fit of nervousness.

"Kind of? What do you mean 'kind of'?"

"What I mean is, they know I'm a virgin... but what they don't know is..." You cower in defeat. If you were going to get advice, then unfortunately you were going to have to give a little more dirt on yourself. "I have never once... um... orgasmed in my entire life." The last part of the sentence leaves your mouth faster than a bullet train.

Kiriko thinks about your confession for a few moments. Thoughts race frantically through your mind until you hear her speak up again.

"There's not really an issue here. Not one I can see, anyway." She responds. "If I was them, knowing all of that would just make me work harder to ensure you had a good time."

You feel like you can relax a little more now. Your shy hand rubs your arm to try and bring yourself a little more comfort.

"So... it's not embarrassing?" You sincerely ask, glancing up to meet her gaze.

"No! Why would it be?" She gives you a smile.

"I don't know. I just figured having no experience was a turn off." You remember all of the stories you've read online. "It's just awkward for the other person, you know?"

Kiriko stands up from her seat to stretch. "Look at who you're sleeping with. Awkward is their middle name." She laughs at her own joke. "Let's get you some donuts. Everything will work out just fine, I'd put money on that."

You follow her into the front of the store and she graciously prepares you a to-go box with all the leftovers that didn't sell today.

"Don't worry about it, alright? Everything will work out. I promise." She hands you the box of goodies.

"Thanks again, Kiriko." You smile.

"You're welcome, [Y/N]. Now get out, I'm ready to go home!" She tacks another joke on to the end of her sincerity.

You shuffle out the door and back into the night.

"[Y/N]!" You can hear Sloan call out into your home, haphazardly tossing their jacket on to the floor and leaving their boots kicked off by the door. "Mi sol, mi cielo, mi vida–"

"Yes?" You cut them off by offering them a donut.

"Oooh! I love donuts!" They take one and immediately begin stuffing themself. "So, how was your day?"

"Uneventful." You decide not to bring up the conversation with Kiriko.

You watch as your beloved flops down on to your couch. "Really? Nothing interesting?" They ask with a mouth half full of pastry.

"Well– I got donuts. That's about it. We can't all live exciting lives." You take a seat next to them and place your head lovingly on their shoulder.

"I get that– sometimes I miss the peace and quiet." Their voice once again becomes clear, and you're a little surprised they didn't end up choking themself.

They lean over to affectionately nuzzle your face. "Or maybe just you. I can't tell."

You softly giggle as they begin to pepper kisses to your face.

"I missed you a lot today though! Look at what we were studying!" They take out their phone to show you the photos they took.

"Statues...?" You question.

The statues were absolutely beautiful– you were almost a little jealous. Whoever had created them clearly had an eye for their models.

"They reminded me of you, except you're much prettier!"

You can't help but turn pink from the compliment. "Aww, you're just saying that..."

You glance away to hide yourself, but they place a hand under your face to guide it back to their gaze. For a moment they're quiet as they study your features as if you were a true statue.

"No, I mean it..." They lean for a quick kiss.

A smile lights up your face.

"You belong in a museum. You're angelic enough to be the main display!" Their obvious, near cringe worthy flirting has you becoming flustered regardless.

"Oh, please..." You lightly brush off their sweet words again.

Without hesitance they bring your face back up to theirs and begin repeatedly placing delicate kisses to your lips. Warmth begins to stir inside your body from the affection, and you adjust yourself to perch on their lap as their arms move to wrap around your waist. You let out a soft sigh of content before they continue to run their mouth.

"I'd say you definitely deserve to be immortalized."

"Oh my God. Shut up!" You tease.

"What? Can't handle the truth?" They scoop you up and you lean into their body for support.

Before you can come up with a reply, they press more kisses to the exposed skin of your neck and you can feel your nerves sizzling after each contact. You can hear your breath grow heavier as they move lower down your neck before stopping completely at your collarbone. They tug at the top of their shirt and discard it to the side, revealing years worth of drill lifting underneath. Kiriko's words begin to echo in the back of your mind: "Don't worry about it, alright? Everything will work out. I promise."

"You okay?" Sloan's voice snaps you back to reality.

"Yes. I'm fine–" Your face was turning pinker by the minute.

"We can stop if you're uncomfortable." They add.

"No! It's alright, but–" The words you want to say become a jumbled mess in your mind. "Before we go any further, there's something you need to know–"

You can feel their grip on your waist relax before you continue speaking. "You already know the first part–" The words begin to throttle you relentlessly. "But– I've never came before in my entire life..."

You can't bring yourself to look at them directly after admitting something you found to be so shameful.

"I didn't want to say anything, but I figured you deserved to know." You bite your lip out of nervousness. "I didn't want you to be embarrassed about being with me..."

If it could get any quieter in the room you shared, surely you could hear them think. Then, as if fully done loading and processing, you can feel their arms around your waist tighten once more in an attempt to comfort you.

"[Y/N]... why would I be embarrassed about that?" They ask out of genuine curiosity.

"I don't know. I've heard people don't like it when their partners are inexperienced." You recount the tales you've read online, just like when you were talking with Kiriko.

With minimal effort they lift you off the couch and you instinctively wrap your legs around their waist before burying your face in their chest.

"I don't know who you've been talking to, but they're wrong."

You can feel them heading in the direction of your bedroom, and with each foot step nervousness swarms inside your stomach. They delicately lay your flushed body down on the mattress before standing back to admire you.

"I'm happy you trust me with this." You'd never get used to them sounding so serious– but you also have to admit it was a little bit of a turn on. "Let's get you properly taken care of."

Shyness begins to fill your body and you're unsure of what to do next. All you can do for now is watch as they work on their pants– unbuttoning, unzipping, and pulling the fabric down to reveal the noticeable bulge in their boxers underneath.

That's definitely all you can stare at for a minute.

"Now it's your turn." You can feel their fingers hook into your pants and you lightly lift up your hips to help remove them.

The air feels cool on your heated skin.

"I– I don't know if I'm ready just yet..." You bite your lip once more and squeeze your legs together in a poor attempt to ease the pulsing sensation present in your core.

Sloan gently removes your shirt next before laying it next to your forgotten pants. Now it was just the two of you, barely dressed, staring at one another in need.

They laugh lightly at your statement, but not out of meanness. "You will be when I'm finished with you."

Your heart leaps into your throat from excitement.

Their hand cups your face and another undetectable sigh leaves your mouth as you lean into their touch. A thumb lightly brushes over your lips causing sparks to dance across your frying senses. They lean over to give you heavy kisses next, your eyes squeezing shut to focus on receiving their affection, and with every kiss they place you can feel the elation in your body expanding in an almost overwhelming way.

They pull away long enough to give you instructions.

"Just lay back, alright?"

You do as you're told, your hair fanning out against the cold pillow underneath your head. Immediately they join you by your side, and you lovingly lean into their body for support. The hand that once cupped your face now slides down your clamped shut thighs and stops just above the fabric of your underwear.

"Open? For me?" They ask, almost plead, waiting for your permission.

Without hesitance your thighs part just enough to let their hand sneak in between them. Once again you can feel the sparks igniting as their fingers lightly brush against your clothed folds, your hips jolting upwards into their touch. You can feel them begin to tease you through the fabric, drawing an involuntary whimper out from your open mouth.

Your brain is already melting and they've barely gotten started on you.

Something akin to English starts to leave your mouth, but all that comes out is jumbled nonsense in between heavy pants. It draws out another laugh from your beloved.

You can feel your underwear being parted to the side, Sloan's face closing in on yours to smother you in kisses. Their finger slips in between your slick folds and starts to trace tight circles around your aching clit. This draws out the most heavenly sounds they've ever heard from you, and they swallow your moans whole with their tongue inside your mouth. An intense pressure builds up inside your hips as you revel in your new found euphoria, reaching up to hold their face with your sweaty palm as you start the chase the high they're providing you.

Without even realizing it, tears have started pouring out from sheer joy. So this is what you've been missing out on your entire life...? You are chained in the present moment, feeling every flick of the aroused nerves of your wet heat.

You can feel the intensity increasing with every repetition of their fingers. Your legs begin to tremble and you have to fight the urge to close them again– it's beyond overwhelming, the sensations were simply all consuming at this point. Your mind goes blank and glimmering stars begin to pop up behind your closed eyes. For what feels like an eternity, you brace for the inevitable as you push yourself against the warm skin of your beloved to let them know you're close. They only separate from your mouth to watch as your face transforms from the unfathomable amount of pleasure they're providing you.

They begin whispering to you in a raspy voice, and you can practically hear the grin on their face. "You look so beautiful like this. More beautiful than any statue I've ever seen."

The compliment would make you blush, if it wasn't for the fact you were already vermillion.

"Come for me." Once again, they sound as if they're pleading more than asking.

The words hardly register in your molten brain as your hips lift off the mattress in pure, unadulterated bliss. The wave of your orgasm hits you like an earthquake and nearly knocks the breath out of you– and one more follows suit before you can prepare for it. Only then do they remove their fingers from between your thighs, letting you gently fall into your after glow.

"You did so well for me–" You can hear and feel the panting of their heated breath on your sweating skin. "I'm so proud of you!"

"But I didn't do anything..." You reply.

"Yes you did! You were good for me!" They insist, and you feel your heart soften with their words.

Your eyes flutter open and you're greeted with an equally as red Sloan hovering beside you. The fingers that just sent you plummeting over the edge are brought up to their mouth, before they envelope them to taste the remnants of you. They look at you directly before they exit with a popping noise.

"Pretty good, in case you were wondering."

If only you could form a proper reaction to that sentence.

"So– you don't mind if I finish, right? I'm dying over here..."

For a moment you're confused until you glance down at them palming at the tent of their boxers. You currently have no energy left to speak up, so you simply nod your head in approval.

They sit up before positioning themself on their knees directly between your exhausted legs.

"I know you're tired, so I'll make this quick." Then the realization hits. "Not that I'm quick. You know what I mean." They defend themself a little too eagerly, causing you to let out a halfhearted giggle.

"We'll save actual sex for later... just be good for me one more time. Clamp your legs shut."

You do as you're told.

It takes a little more adjusting before they're fully ready, letting your legs rest on their shoulders as their hands grasp the outside of your thighs. Something hard prods against the back of your legs before it inserts itself between them, just above your clothed heat. You can feel it throb before it pushes out the other side and reveals itself to you.

The first thing you notice was the piercing.

Your beloved begins to thrust themself between your legs and you watch, practically hypnotized, as the metallic silver object disappears and reappears sporadically in between the folds of your thighs.

"Is there any way I can help?" You gather up the courage to ask, watching them continue to work towards completion on their own.

They look up at you and smile, sweat already forming on their body.

"You're doing enough already–" They let out a groan as you run a finger over the piercing when shows itself to you again.

"It's okay." You reach down to slide your underwear down your legs and kick them to the side. "I want to help."

Your legs timidly wrap around their waist to bring them closer. For a moment they can barely help themself as they grab their cock and begin rubbing the pierced head between your folds. You bite your tongue from the over sensitivity of your clit from two whole orgasms, but you persevere.

"You really don't have to do this–" Despite their body practically dripping with the near feral need for you, they hold back, just in case.

"I'm more than ready." You rack your brain for something more exciting to say, and pray it didn't sound stupid when it left your mouth. "I need it. Please? For me?"

"Aww... I can't say no to that..." They reply.

You can feel the head resting against your sobbing entrance. A sharp pain seers through your hips as you're slowly stretched out, and a pained whine leaves your mouth.

"I know! I'm sorry! You're doing so well, though!" Sloan encourages you, lifting one of your legs to place it over their shoulder once more. "I'm so proud of you!" They reiterate.

You take a deep breath as they push further inside of you before their piercing brushes up against the sensitive nerves within, causing an electric sensitivity to buzz to life.

"[Y/N]..." A desperateness taints their voice as they push further, and yet another cry from you comes forth. "Taking me so well..."

With one last thrust they finally bottom out and you feel a flash of relief. While the pain was still somewhat present you could feel yourself adjusting with each onslaught of their hips, with the metal grazing against the bundle of electricity inside you. It's just enough to keep you distracted before the carnal delight returns once more. Only then can you truly get lost in all the sensations they worked so hard to bring to you.

"More– need– more–" Drool begins to form at the edges of your mouth as you glare upwards at your beloved with glazed over eyes. "Please give me everything you have–"

Their fingers dig into your flesh and leave tiger stripes in their wake as the speed picks up. The rugged pounding of your hips sends ripples into the sweating skin of your legs– it was harsh, but it was everything you needed. All the sounds they were drawing from you were more than enough to keep them going for as long as they could manage.

And soon enough they are completely focused on just two things:

You.

And how pretty you were about to look painted in white.

You can feel yourself grip them as hard as you can to chase one last burst of orgasmic satisfaction. It's definitely not as intense as your first two, but it's there, and it doesn't go unnoticed by either one of you– it's just enough to let your back arch off the mattress one more time and flood your brain with the dopamine you're frantically searching for in all of this. The stars descend upon you again until you feel something warm coat your torso and part of your face that snaps you out of your trance.

Your fingers brush up against your cheek to wipe off the fluid.

"Uhh... sorry about that... let me grab a towel–"

They barely turn before they see you stick your come coated fingers in your mouth. You do the same to everything that splashed out on your stomach and chest.

"Pretty good, in case you were wondering." You mimicked their words from earlier.

If you both weren't so exhausted, seeing that would've made them hard enough for round two. Instead, you just watch as they collapse next to you and feel their arms wrap around you to hold you close.

Sweaty.

Sleepy.

Satisfied.

Your beloved nuzzles your face with theirs despite the dripping sweat– after all, it's not like yours is any different at this point.

"Are you okay? Was I too rough?" They worry, bringing a hand back up to your face to comfort you.

You shake your head.

"Good. Uh– I guess I also have a confession to make."

"Hm?" Your tired voice cracks making even the simplest noise in response.

"That was also the first time I ever came in my entire life." They admit.

Your eyes widen in surprise.

"So you really had nothing to worry about!" They add.

"You're joking."

"Nope! Kiriko told me everything. I figured I'd just wait and show you." They grin.

Kiriko.

"Remind me to call her later." You grumble.

The look on your face apparently said everything.

"Uh oh."

You sigh. "Don't worry about it. I'll deal with it in the morning." You pause for a minute, thinking back to your conversation with her. "I guess she was right, though. I didn't have anything to worry about."

Sloan once again nuzzles up to your face and the annoyance almost immediately leaves your body.

"Let's just get some rest. I'm exhausted." You turn and finally let your body rest atop your beloved. "Thank you for being so understanding."

"Nothing could ever make me think less of you, mi tesoro. I promise." You can feel their arms wrap around you to hold you close.

For a minute you fall silent to listen to their heartbeat.

"It's mutual." You promised them back.

[coolshadowtwins]

EDIT: This is a repost from a few days ago, because I hated the fact it was hidden for no reason.

Ok, here’s the first of my stupid JJK fanfic concepts.

The first one was ‘fix it’, for a relative use of the word, where Suguru, after killing the village, does call Satoru for help. He doesn’t know really what kind of help he’s asking for, or even what Satoru could provide, but he is being the bigger person here by asking, right?

It was supposed to be a comedy where Satoru and Shoko scramble around, trying to cover up what Suguru had done. Suguru is not actively helping it this. He’s been convinced to maybe not go and kill all the non-sorcerers, for the twins he had rescued to have a good life at least. But he won’t lie about what he did if someone gets too close to ask, and the twins love the fact they were saved by him and want to brag whenever they could. Satoru and Shoko have to make up so many lies.

Yaga: What happened to the village?!

Suguru: Huh? Oh I kil-

Satoru: -killed the curse! Nasty thing it was, setting the town a blaze and then blowing it up. There’s not even a house left.

Yaga:…. The damage looks like your red attack, Satoru.

Satoru: What? No. What? Ha! No. I wasn’t even there!

Yaga: Then how do you know the houses are gone?

Satoru: …. I read.

It ended up not really funny enough for me? And I also didn’t have much of an idea of how to continue it. Under the cut is what little I had lol

It started with a phone call in the middle of an empty town.

Well, actually, it started a few days before that, with a conversation in an empty classroom.

“You’re back early.” Suguru noted with dull surprise as Satoru walked in. ‘Dull’ seemed to be the only way he felt now a days, and looking at Satoru, he would guess the other boy felt the same way, with how exhaustion seemed to cling to him.

Still, Satoru managed to smile at him, much brighter than Suguru had been capable of lately. “Hey, Suguru!” He said, falling with all his weight in the chair meet to him. The chair tilted back at the force before falling back to all fours. “The higher ups messed up on the ranking of the last curse they sent me to.”

Suguru hated the flash of fear he felt, the most realized emotion he has had in what felt like months, even though he knew nothing would harm Satoru. “Oh?” He asked, in a calm that he didn’t actually feel. Satoru laughed. It didn’t sound like an actual laugh, almost grating against his throat.

“Oh yeah.” He huffed. “A grade 2. They sent me after a grade 2, Suguru! I don’t even have the words to express how outraged and offended I am right now.”

He didn’t sound outraged and offended. He just sounded tired. Still, Suguru settled in, waiting for the rant from his friend that was inevitably coming.

Except, Satoru didn’t. Satoru fell quiet, looking him up and down from behind his glasses.

“I skipped out on sightseeing to maybe catch you before your next mission.” He said. Suguru looked at him in surprise, and maybe a little pleased. Still, Satoru didn’t look happy. “I didn’t mean to get back so late, so imagine my surprise to find you in an empty classroom in the middle of the night.”

“Huh?”

“Suguru.” Wow, he had never heard Satoru sound so disapproving. “Suguru, it’s three am. And you’re sitting in an empty classroom. What’s wrong?”

What wasn’t wrong? Somehow Suguru didn’t Satoru would appreciate that answer.

Also, he hadn’t realized the time. He had sat in there to take a break before going to get dinner, having to work up the nerve to enter the admittedly pretty sparse cafeteria area.

“…Haibara thinks I’m a good person.” Suguru said at last, unable to help himself. Satoru looked at him in surprise, glasses sliding down his nose.

“Uh?” He tilted his head with a frown. “Well, duh. Course he does. That’s because you are a good person, Suguru.”

Suguru had nothing to say to that. Satoru’s frown deepened as the silence stretched on.

“…. Suguru?” He asked almost hesitantly, as if Satoru Gojo was ever hesitant in anything. “Do you… feel like you aren’t a good person?”

He shouldn’t talk about this. He shouldn’t bring it up. He shouldn’t even think about it. But his best friend was here, in reach, in a way that he hadn’t been in a while.

“I think… I think I hate them, Satoru.” He said hoarsely. Satoru paused.

“Eh? Who?”

“Them. The-The Mon-“ Suguru cleared his throat, looking away. “…the non-sorcerers.”

Satoru leaned back in his seat. “Oh.” He said quietly, like he was surprised. He didn’t say anything more.

“Didn’t you feel like this?” Suguru asked desperately. “Last year? When-“

He cut off. Last year, when Suguru found his not dead best friend carrying Riko’s lifeless body, looking at him with equally lifeless eyes, while all those-those cult members just clapped around them at a young girl’s death.

‘Should we kill them all?’ Satoru had asked him. Suguru had answered ‘no’ at the time, but now-

This time, it’s Satoru that goes silent, staring at him for a long moment. “….not really.” He admitted after a while. Suguru gulped, his curses burning in his stomach like acid. “I didn’t feel really anything last year, when I asked. I was pretty out of it. I don’t… think I could actually hate anyone.” He sighed, stretching his long legs out in front of him. “That sounds exhausting to care that much, honestly.”

“Oh.” Suguru said, quietly, and then nothing else. Satoru didn’t let the silence settle this time, leaning forward with a sudden burst of energy.

“Ok!” He clapped his hands, the noise echoing in the empty room. “So you hate them! Let’s put a pin in that for the moment!” He smiled, a little stretched thin, and made a motion with his hands like he was pinning something to a cork board.

Suguru frowned, Yuki’s voice circling in his head. This did not feel like something he should ‘put a pin in’ right now. This felt like he should figure it out as soon as he could, to let one side win out before it tore him apart. “Satoru I-“

“Nope!” Satoru, the annoyance, put up a hand to silence him. “It is much too late for this! So, Haibara thinks you’re a good person, and you do not agree. What do you want to do about that?”

“I thought we were ‘putting a pin in it’. “ Suguru grumbled, crossing his arms. Satoru shook his head.

“You miss understand me!” He huffed. “It’s like you never listen! I know you, Suguru. Ignoring all this ‘hating non-sorcerers’ crap, there’s something else bothering you, right?”

Eh? Honestly, not really. The ‘hating non-sorcerers’ thing was taking up a large amount of his daily bandwidth.

But he could see what Satoru was aiming for- something else to focus on. When the main problem was too much, then let something else be the problem for a bit. It was a tactic usually used on Satoru himself, or Shoko on occasion when her medical classes got too much, but this was the first time it had been used on Suguru himself. It took him a minute to think past his bigger issues as a result, so far out of his comfort zone as he was.

Finally, he settled on, “Fine. I’m worried about Haibara, but it’s finally my own downtime and I’m exhausted. Not only that, but now you’re here, and we never get to hang out anymore.”

“Huh? Worried about Haibara?” Satoru sighed. “Yeah, the higher ups are shit about curse classification. And Haibara’s just a second year too.”

“We’re just third years.” Suguru felt compelled to say. Satoru laughed like he told some great joke, which maybe he did. He was only 17, but he hadn’t felt like a kid in a long time.

After a long moment of nothing but the sound of Satoru’s laughter, he calmed down, leaning forward on his knees as he took deep breaths. Then, he stood up, stretching as he did so. “Well then. Come on.”

“What?” Suguru hurried to stand up as well, to catch up to Satoru as he walked out the classroom door. “Where are we going?”

“To go check on Haibara, of course.” Satoru said, like it was obvious.

“Uh, no? Did you not listen to me?” Suguru asked, closing the door behind them. “I said that I was exhausted and that it was my off day!”

“And that you wanted to spend time with me. I heard you, I swear!” Satoru said, waving a hand. “But considering I found you at three am in an empty classroom, I’m going out on a limb here and saying that you won’t be sleeping tonight.”

Suguru didn’t have anything to say to that. Satoru kept talking, regardless of his lack of answer.

“So, let’s be productive and check on our little Kōhai! We only have two of those, so we gotta protect what we got!”

“Nanami will never like you.”

“Rude! Also probably true.” Satoru laughed, this time sounding much more genuine. “So, look. Well sleep on the train, and then hang out in town after checking on Haibara. And being out means that we can’t be assigned missions all willy nilly!”

They absolutely could. They had cell phones for a reason, and Yaga had their numbers. But Suguru could see the appeal to thinking otherwise, so he didn’t argue.

Satoru then threw something over his shoulder, forcing Suguru to catch it. “Here, catch.”

Suguru opened his hand slowly, falling into step with Satoru as they walked through the empty halls. It was a hair tie- more specifically, it was Suguru’s favorite hair tie, that he thought he had lost ages ago. He frowned, even as he reached up to pull his hair into a bun.

“Why are you stealing my hair ties?” He asked, making quick work of his hair with practiced movements. “What, want little space buns in your hair?”

“Hah! I would rock that and you know it!” Satoru said, hands in his pockets. “I just found that one, you know? And then I thought it would be a good luck charm!”

“That’s so lame.” Suguru rolled his eyes.

“I don’t think so.” Satoru said, with a hum. “I found you tonight, didn’t I?”

Suguru didn’t have an answer to that, and so he stayed silent.

———-

In the middle of a lifeless town of his own doing, Suguru called Satoru.

He was only half aware he was doing it. Standing in the middle of the street with only the half eaten corpses of his victims, and the groaning of his curses swirling around him, he was moving more on autopilot than anything else. Everything seemed both hazy and incredibly clear for the first time in a while, like he was no longer fighting himself but also having a major fucking breakdown.

He had a problem, and so he did the only thing he could think of- calling Satoru. Maybe he shouldn’t be doing this, dragging Satoru in his actions, in his consequences. Maybe he should have done this ages ago, asking Satoru to fix his problems like everyone else in their world seemed too. The thought left a rotten taste in his mouth, somehow even worse than the curses he ate.

A large part of him didn’t actually expect Satoru to pick up. Satoru rarely could answer when he was out on a mission, the veils doing too good of a job in cutting communications, and often forgot to return the missed calls later. So Suguru listened to the ringing once, twice, three times, waiting for the dial tone to start as he watched one of his curses slowly make its way to a body blankly.

Then the ringing went one for a fourth time, then a fifth, before being interrupted by an unexpected click and, “Hey, Suguru!”

Suguru’s mouth felt dry. The curse in front of him reached the body. He didn’t have the care to stop it from sinking its half formed claws into it.

“I got told you were on a mission.” Satoru continued. “Already done?”

Yes. Curse exorcised, curse ingested, village dead. Two out of three things weren’t bad.

“….Suguru?” Satoru’s voice turned confused, sounding almost small over the phone. “Is this a butt dial?”

Oh, right. He should probably answer.

“Can you even hear me-?” Satoru started to asked, only to be cut off.

“I killed everyone in town.” Suguru said bluntly. He finally shooed the curse away from the corpse once it started making a mess. He wanted no chance for any more monkey blood to get on him.

“….huh?” Satoru asked, more of an intake of air than an actual question. “Come, uh, come again? What village?”

“The village I was sent to.” Suguru answered simply, and then wondered why he was doing this. Why did he call Satoru, as if that would help anything.

“Ok, can I ask why?”

“Those monkeys had two girls in a cage, blaming them for what was happening.” Some of the anger came back, remembering what the monkeys had done, and he let his curses go back to the destruction they had been causing. It still didn’t cut through the haze as much as add to it, but he couldn’t bring himself to care about something like that.

“Ah. The pin fell out.” Satoru said, much, much to calm for the situation. Was he in as much of a haze as Suguru? Unlikely. Actually, was this how Satoru felt last year, after killing Fushiguro, standing there surrounded by monkeys clapping for a young girl’s death? Satoru had said that he hadn’t felt much of anything, and maybe Suguru felt like that too. Or maybe Suguru was simply feeling too much, no longer at odds with himself but still drowning in emotion.

“-killed everybody?” Satoru’s voice filtered back in. Suguru blinked, not realizing that he had zoned out, and taking a step back in disgust as some blood splattered onto his shoes.

“The two girls.” He answered, in what he vaguely hoped was an actual answer to whatever Satoru had asked. “I saved them.”

“You certainly did something.” Satoru muttered, voice muffled. Suguru could almost see what he was doing- running around, doing something else while his cell phone was shoved between his ear and his shoulder. Then, clearer, Satoru said, “Suguru, listen, I’ll be there in just a second. Just… don’t do anything else, ok? Put the pin back for a minute.”

“The pin-?” Suguru tried to question, only to be met with the dial tone. He made a face, half heartedly, and slid his phone shut. He couldn’t believe the asshole hung up on him-

The air shook. Suguru held his breath, almost unconsciously, as the cursed energy of the town seemed to spark, dancing around him in ways that made his curses go haywire. There was almost a faint taste of ozone on his tongue, familiar, before everything snapped violently back into place, just like it had been.

Just like it had been, except for Satoru standing there, panting like he had overextended himself. Suguru blinked, mildly interested.

“You figured out how to do that?” He asked. Satoru’s head snapped over to him, like he hadn’t noticed him standing there before, as his breathing got under control.

“Not really.” He said with a half grin, obviously wanting to brag about his new abilities, even as his head tilted to the side to take in the mess Suguru’s curses have left. “This was my first time going so far. But you know what they say- Necessity breeds intervention!”

“I didn’t know you knew that saying.” Suguru answered easily, feeling both more grounded now that Satoru was there, and more out of control at the banter in the middle of a massacre. “You can actually read.”

Satoru pouted, forced, as he walked over. He avoided the bodies and blood easily. Suguru was a little jealous, the monkey blood starting to cool on his clothes.

“So mean Suguru!” He whined, glasses slipping down his nose as he gave him a once over. Satoru made a face. “You look like shit, and it’s not just the blood. When was the last time you slept?”

When was the last time he slept? He couldn’t think of the answer, but he didn’t want to tell Satoru that. He opted to say nothing, which actually might have been the worse thing to do, judging by the expression it caused.

“The fact that you won’t say is terrifying.” Satoru said, pushing his glasses back up. “Was it before this mission.”

Definitely.

“….before Haibara’s mission?” Satoru asked a bit more hesitantly, when Suguru stayed quiet. Suguru still didn’t answer, but that didn’t stop Satoru from looking frustrated and dismayed. “Oh my god. Suguru, what the fuck. No wonder you snapped and killed this village.”

“The monkeys deserved it.” He grumbled, looking away. He didn’t need to justify himself again- Satoru knew why he did it, why he had to do it. Satoru sighed.

“I told you to keep a pin in that!” He snapped, making that same stupid motion of placing a pin in something that he made a few days prior. “Whatever. Where are these girls?”

The two girls (that he still didn’t know the name of, fuck) were safe in a bed in the inn. The same inn where he had checked into what felt like years ago, but was in all honestly simply the night before. Before… everything. He pointed over to it, seeing Satoru follow his finger to the building. It was the most he could do, energy failing him now that someone else was there to take over.

One by one, the curses around them disappeared, going back inside of him as he lost the concentration to keep them out. He could tell Satoru noticed, judging by the way he looked around.

“Suguru.” He looked down, staring as Satoru reached forward to grab his hand. “This is very important. Did you ever tell the school about the curse from Haibara’s mission?”

He shook his head slowly, confused. There had been no time to do so. They had gotten to where Haibara’s mission was just in time to knock the younger boy out of the way from what had been probably a killing move, and then exorcised the curse quickly, in a way that Nanami and Haibara’s simply weren’t capable of. One hit of Red from Satoru and the curse was easy pickings for Suguru to eat, as much as he didn’t want to. When the four of them made it back to the campus, Yaga had new missions for him and Satoru immediately. Suguru never got around with telling anyone about the new curse.

(He briefly thought about the train ride home, with Haibara’s hero worship awkwardly directed at them, and Nanami’s mutterings about just leaving everything to him and Satoru, instead of risking their own lives. Suguru’s mouth felt dry again.)

[vxperorchist]

Hello, I hope you're well and having a good day. I saw you're taking requests so I was wondering if I could ask for kazuha x fem reader angst? Like reader asks for a break up because she never felt good enough for him and the gossip of other people telling her she's too ugly and pathetic to be with someone like kazuha brings her to the realization that she's holding him back from being with a beautiful and perfect woman like lumine that he deserves to have so she wants to set him free?

Sooo this is a stupid request but ty if u feel up to writing it.

p.s I love your writing.

Ahhh thank you so much for requesting! This request is not stupid at all, and I love the way you're thinking! Plus, I'm also a big Kazuha lover so who am I to say no to writing for him.... I originally wanted to make this a happy ending of some sort but then i was like no i want to keep it sad, so I kinda made it both. It can be interpreted by the reader 😉. (Forgive me if this is not very good, I don't write angst very often, but I am always so down to attempt it)

Unfit for you. (Kazuha x Fem! Reader)

Warnings: Being insulted, no serious warnings.

Genre: Angst

From the beginning, you realized what you were getting yourself in to, you just didn't realize it would be this messy.

Kazuha was known in various places, who couldn't know him? He was everywhere at once, whether it was physically or tapping in through the wind, a bit of him remained everywhere, and he took a little bit of everywhere with him.

When the two of you met, you clicked immediately. Wherever he went, you followed. Wherever you went, he followed closely behind as well.

With that travelling, you learned his and shared his experiences. He had his fair share of getting hit on, but can you really blame them? He'd brush it off, ignoring or politely turning girls down, but you couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealolousy.

It's not that he made you feel insecure in a relationship, it's the fact that you felt like you were holding him back. You had voiced your concerns plenty of times, and he reassured you each time that you were more than enough for him.

With each lingering glare every young girl gave him, you started to believe him less and less. He was strong, talented, and free. He was everything everyone wanted, including you.

He couldn't help but be kind and gentle to everyone who came along, it was something you adored about him so much. Lumine had been present in both of your lives for a time, you would occasionally see her around, but she never stayed for long. She was so similar to Kazuha.

You felt a twist in your stomach as she greeted Kazuha as you stood to the side. "Kazuha!" Paimon greeted enthusiastically, hovering circles around her travelling companion. "Hello there, you two, it's been a while since we've last met." He greeted in return, giving a friendly smile to the two of them.

You zoned out of their conversation; it was for your own good and sanity. Lumine left after a few hours of staying in the area. You didn't have a clue what she was there for, and you didn't really have the curiosity to know.

Kazuha came back to you after the day, laying in your shared bed with you. This was the best part of each day, coming back to him and letting all your problems drift away.

He held you in his arms, but the problems didn't drift away with sleep this time. This time, it lingered.

You awoke, and he was gone once more. You decided to help along the ship today, as later today was departure day. You greeted Beidou, helping pack things up and shoving them into the corresponding compartments.

"Y/n, you been hearin the rumors recently?" You turned your head to the captain. "Huh?" You didn't indulge in the drama of the nation you were staying in; it was always temporary. You didn't care nearly enough to worry about who said what, or who fought who in the nation. You wouldn't remember these people in week.

That was until you would always remember them. "Apparently Kazuha's popular amongst the cities here, everybody's talking about him. I even heard he was single through one rumor, so I wanted to check in on you."

You frowned. You thanked Beidou for telling her and reassured her that the two of you were indeed still together and happy.

He was happy at least. You felt yourself shattering with every rumor. You heard more and more about it as you were packing up. Another member of the crew told you about stuff she heard in the city. She told you that she overheard a group of girls talking about "Kazuha's girl" and how she was unattractive amongst the culture there.

It was starting to hit you now, every new nation came with new rumors, new discussion, more hate towards you. You who did nothing to the people there.

What could you do differently? Your clothes? Your hair? How you presented yourself?

"Kazuha, talk to me please." You paused him as he was walking off the ship, into the next nation you had touched port in.

"What seems to be the issue?" He watched you with the same gentle eyes he always looked at you with.

"We've barely talked. People think we aren't dating anymore."

"Really? Thats quite an assumption people make about us without knowing anything." He dismissed the idea entirely.

You gave up on the idea of trying to bring up the rumors to him, and how much it was affecting you. You knew he loved you, but he wouldn't address this idea. It was simply his mindset, an unshakeable mindset.

He thought the rumors meant nothing, however he wasn't the target of the gossip. Even then, he thought the rumors shouldn't effect you, because he loved you.

After months of putting up with new rumors and new insults thrown at you, you decided to bring it up to Kazuha one last time. You wouldn't beg or ask him any longer to change, because he shouldn't have to change for you. You loved him for him, and wanted him to prosper with someone who wouldn't need him to change. Someone who was more similar to him, someone like Lumine.

You had went into the city this time with him. He didn't ask you to, but you felt this was the best time to let him down.

You stopped at a bridge to overlook some water, you told him each rumor and insult that had been thrown at you as of the last few months. He did nothing but listen, something he was so good at.

You told him you wanted to let him go. He was free in all other aspects, except romantically. Romantically, he was tied down to you.

"Kazuha, I won't keep you. You are someone who prides himself on freedom, and I'm the only one holding you back from that. You deserve more, you deserve better than me. Someone who travels like you, someone who seeks the thrill and wind like you do. I can't offer those things, and I won't make you change so I can understand you."

You let your fingertips fall from his hand, offering him a last gentle smile.

"If I didn't want anything tying me down, I would have cut the rope that ties me a long time ago. Every wanderer needs a place they can come back to no matter where they are, and you were that place for me."

The wind picked up between you two and he brushed the side of your arm with his tainted hands.

[inamindfarfaraway]

I love the “it would solve all of the kingdom’s problems if we just made everyone a princess!” joke from Twisted, because it’s the perfect representation of the Princess’s character. ‘Making everyone a princess’ sounds stupid. ‘Princess’ is a specific, gendered individual title to start with, and taken at face value, it just seems like she’s saying just bestowing a royal title on everyone without actually changing anything about societal structures would magically force everyone to treat each other as equals, or as she puts it, “be nice”. She’s inarticulate. It’s a very immature and simplistic phrasing.

But then you realize that Ja’far never let her fully explain this idea before dismissing it, so she could have worked out the legal logistics of effecting real practical change - and during her reign she evidently does, since the policy successfully ensures all citizens are treated equally.

And then you realize why it’s so successful. ‘Making everyone a princess’ really just means recognizing that everyone innately deserves as much respect, kindness and autonomy as a member of royalty. That’s exactly what the Magic Kingdom needs. This is a country with an absolute monarchy, rampant political corruption, stark socioeconomic division, an excessively cruel legal system and widespread literal slavery when she inherits it. She gets rid of all of those problems because she refuses to compromise on basic ethics! Politicians, employers, landlords, law enforcement, prison staff, family members - nobody is allowed to mistreat their princess. You can’t financially exploit your princess. You can’t discriminate against your princess. You can’t deny your princess control over the governing of her country. You can’t own her as property. You can’t deny her proper legal representation. The implementation may glossed over, but the concept is sound!

In the beginning this character said “I just want to be free so badly! You slaves could never understand this feeling!” At the end she enshrines in law that human rights are universal, fundamental and inalienable and sovereignty resides in the people, i.e. the foundation of modern democracy.

[hecksupremechips]

Mizuki and Date though like. Imagine being 8 and your parents are filthy rich and going through a bad divorce. Your mom treats you like shit, lashing out at you, hitting you, saying she wishes you were never born all because you were behaving like a child. Your dad is more comforting, but he doesn’t do anything to stop the abuse and he spends his time invested in a completely different family, a girl who you love and look up to but he loves her more than you and it fucking shows. Then your dads new friend, some fucking bachelor in his late 20s, is just like "wow you guys are the worst fucking parents ive ever seen" and next thing you know your dad is sending you off to live with him. And it’s just a massive kick in the head cuz you go from a rich lifestyle to living in some really shitty tiny ass apartment with this guy who’s clearly never been around a child in his entire life and he doesn’t know how to behave and does a really bad job of censoring himself like he has a bunch of dirty magazines that he can’t hide very well cuz it’s literally a studio apartment and also he talks to himself sometimes, it’s really weird. He doesn’t even have the slightest clue what he’s doing

And he’s the best parent you’ve ever had

Because fuck, it all really hurts. You have to cope with having never received any love from anyone, and with the fact that your parents clearly don’t want you and can’t even be bothered to send you with anyone even kinda responsible. And this guy has a scary job with crazy hours and you don’t know anything about him and neither does he. But still, he never once hits you or tells you you’re not allowed to cry. He just gives you space and doesn’t push you to feel any sort of way about him. And sometimes, he’s even kind. He makes you some stew, even though it’s a bit chunky. He lets you sleep in the bed and takes the couch for himself, even though he complains about the massive back pain he’d never trade his spot for a second. He pays attention to events at your school and gives you your favorite stuffed animal when you make good grades, even though you called it ugly. He gets worried sick when you come home with bruises and puts on a goofy voice and trains you to defend yourself and you develop some highly deadly skills and even though it’s really abnormal, he buys you a bench press so you can get stronger. There’s this distance there, and you feel really weird caring about someone who you aren’t related to, but you find yourself wishing it was meant to be like this all along, that maybe, he’s secretly your real dad and he loves you like his real daughter

And when you say "I’m back" he says "welcome home"

[blinkpen]

appropriate for such intelligent animals with excellent memory in life, the spirits of elephants are much more prone to focused manifestation.

vengeful creatures that infect and assimilate human tooth pulp, the best dental hygiene in the world will not save you from an infestation of enamel mites. after all, a rotten tooth is hardly a moral failing, and flawless teeth are hardly a sign of goodness; the enamel mites know this, because they remember what your bright white smile looked like, before they heard a BOOM, and woke up in your mouth.

...but you will never smile like that again. they will make sure of it.

[kakusu-shipping]

I was the sadistic po3 ask and you are so right. I honestly hadn't thought about it for very long its the vibe he gives off initially but the more I think on it the more I realize hes the type to fall little by little and then all at once. The type to call you an idiot and give you advice in the same statement, to notice immediately when you change your hair style or a new shirt. The moment he realizes hes the type to do the oh. oh. oh no. Like thats his vibe. hes a dick but a loving one.

Okay FIRST OF ALL anon that post is almost two years old at this point so. Welcome back. I'm sorry I was so harsh to your Sadistic Yandere P03 concept.

SECOND P03 acts of service Tsundere type is so funny I love that for him. He will deny he did that for you, or if he accepts it he expects gratitude of the highest caliber.

This doesn't feel very Yandere to me though this is very base P03 affection to me. But that's because to me P03 is the least Yandere out of the Scrybes.. and I think that's why the polycule broke up before you arrived??

He was the object of their obsessions, and it was smothering and toxic and terrifying. He hated it, he was scared, he was cadged, he could never do anything on his own or go anywhere without checking in on someone. He never had his own space, never had control...

Yandere P03 would then push that cycle of abuse onto you, take control from you, not forcefully, but just a little bit at a time. Manipulate your space slowly so you have fewer and fewer options on where to go, like shortening a leash on a dog. It takes time. It takes routine.

This though, the acts of service and catering to your comfort, is Post Recovery P03. A P03 who's had time, a LOT of time, to himself, to his space, and found loneliness. He wants you to want to come back, because deep down he needs you, but doesn't want to admit that, because to him it's wrong to need someone. It hits too close to home, make him feel too much like the other scrybes.

He'll give you reasons to want to come back, and it'll remind him of how Grimora would always lend him things so he'd have reason to return. How she'd gift him everything he'd wanted so he'd come back, how she'd loose several matches in a row, and only win the one he'd said was his last game, so he'd stay and challenge her to a rematch

He'll follow on your heel as you wander around his factory because it's dangerous and maze like, and it'll remind him of the feeling of being followed, of being watched, by Magnificus everywhere he went. The suffocating feeling of never being anywhere alone, of eyes that saw his every possible future always on him. He'll deny his affections to you and remind himself of Magnificus doing the same when he'd stumbled into a room covered wall to wall in paintings of himself, in situations he knew Magnificus was not with him

He'll spend time tailoring his game to your play style, making sure cards you like are more plentiful, making sure the puzzles are engaging and challenging, and he'll remind himself of Leshy, the worst of them all, and that cabin full of intrigue. Of story and hard fights and difficult puzzles and nights of "Just one more round" turned three and four. When he floats just above you to feel superior he'll be reminded of the wall that use to be a door that he'd pressed himself against Leshy towered above him, a man who'd say one thing and feel another, who'd played the hero over and over in their games, and revealed himself the villain when P03 attempted to leave

He doesn't want to need you in the same way the other Scrybes had needed him