A scene from Say Hello, Wave Goodbye by @bapple117 that made me cackle. Vox gives Alastor a (Custom! Red!) phone, who VERY reluctantly takes it.
The Radio Demon looks down at the device with slightly more open curiosity, then. He pokes at it gingerly with a single claw, as if it is a dead bird someone has shoved in his face rather than a basic, everyday gadget. Alastor tuts. He can see no other way around this, it’s true; their fake public feuds are going to need to be carefully choreographed and thoroughly planned. Trying to orchestrate that is going to be near impossible without some form of covert communication.
Alastor has no choice but to surrender the fight - it pains him greatly, but even he knows there’s not much point in resisting. Not if they are to keep this game alive and beating, which they both so keenly want to do. Alastor sighs wearily in resignation.
“If-“ Alastor starts.
“FUCK YES!” Vox says, grinning, fists clenched and arms pumping. “OH, I fuckin’ DID IT, you’re gonna fuckin’ use it?!”
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content - tw: suna rintarou x reader. biting. explicit sex, but more like cockwarming. bruises and kisses. mention of manhandling.
from violet: this is me realizing no one can do it like suna can.
it stings.
the way suna is sinking his teeth against the flesh on the crook of your neck—not that it would draw blood but enough for it to hurt.
to leave a mark, to make you whimper in pain, almost beg him to stop.
you don't, though. for the most part, it's because he pulls away relatively fast to lick against your skin, bruised with the ridges of his bite tactile on his tongue.
it's absolutely feral, the way he does so, biting harshly on your flesh then retracting it—only to nip at parts of you left unmarked.
despite the grip you have on him at every assault, fingernails digging at his thighs sure to leave a mark, there's no reason for either of you to believe you don't enjoy this; how rough he gets with your pliant body, because you're dripping and clenching around his length.
this. this gets you going, suna knows.
you would complain about the bruises, but a single peck of his lips against your neck, affectionate and wholesome—you're already breathless and begging him to stay, to kiss you some more.
for the rest of it, though, it's because you love this. love the way he manhandles you to his lap, pushes your flimsy underwear to the side and slips his cock inside your tight hole, warm around him and wanting more. more of his hands on you, more of his tight, rough grip to make you behave.
sitting on his lap, giving him bright wide eyes hoping he'd give you the more only he could satisfy.
he'd ghost the touch of his lips against your neck, breathing you in and there's a phantom pain of healed bruises that leaves you weak and sighing. simply drunk on his attention, on how you'll know suna would give you exactly what you want if you'd just ask—if not without his teasing first.
so you do it again. ordering him around, telling him, bite me, rin. make it hurt.
and it's always like that—on your neck, on your thighs—make it hurt, you'll say.
it's obvious that suna has the upperhand like this, except that all he does, he does for you.
but you must've made a crazed man out of him, he thinks. why else would he love seeing you full of bruises from the bites you ask for?
ones he so willingly gives.
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I might be losing it here, but I feel like when it comes to Eddie, Buck, and Christopher, there's the potential to do a parallel of the Buck and Chris room conversation scene from the first episode. They can either:
a) Have Chris and Eddie talk and their relationship is still in a somewhat negative space, with Chris not knowing if he's ready to forgive Eddie just yet. Eddie puts up a front and says he understands and leaves Chris' room only for him to quietly break down against the wall outside of his room.
or
b) Have Chris and Eddie talk and their relationship is in a positive place, with Chris saying he's ready to forgive Eddie for the Kim situation and the two of them come to an understanding and hug it out. And then the camera pans out from the two of them to Buck listening outside of the room, smiling in relief knowing that he can leave the two alone to reconcile further and that the relationship between them is still solid.
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Logically speaking, he knows he's being stupid.
He has no reason to feel the way he does. She's nothing more than a friend to him. No, scratch that, they're not even friends, just acquaintances. Forced to be together and get along by circumstances. Sometimes he's sure they don't even like each other.
And yet..
He watches her having fun with the other group. Not surprising, considering she's been working with them too and they're all around her age, so they definitely have a lot to talk about. They make her laugh, they finish each other's references, they don't argue. He doesn't recall seeing her this carefree with him, this relaxed. She's always tense in some way when he's around, like a cat with her claws out and ready to pounce. This shouldn't matter to him, of course, since they're only together for a work project and he doesn't need her company
And yet..
He sees one of them sliding his arms around her shoulders to pull her closer and she chuckles, not bothering to push away. And something in him screeches. His finger clench around his pants when another guy pushes strands of hair out of her face, caressing her cheek in the process, and she just thanks him with a smile. She doesn't seem to the mind the skinship. He feels a pit of anger forming in his gut the the more he watches. Which isn't really different from what he feels on the daily with her, except this time it's directed at those boys. His co-workers, no less.
He has no reason to feel like this. It sounds too much like something that's impossible. He has Jisung, and he knows he loves the boy as much as he did yesterday, and the day before. There's no way he's feeling these things for someone else, a girl with whom he can't spend so much as five minutes in the same room without arguing.
And yet..
He can't stop looking. And the anger grows more into that familiar green that becomes harder to ignore. He feels the urge to scoff as the display, at how friendly she is with others when she hasn't even given him a glance since she arrived. The fucking nerve.
Deep down, he knows he's being stupid, irrational.
And yet...
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