#all he ever wants to do in the world is BE KIND

[aphel1on]

Dungeon Lords and the Human Need for Connection

When I came across these panels again the other day, it got me thinking about dungeon lord parallels again.

...And I spiraled until I was writing my thesis statement about how All Four Dungeon Lords (Yes, Even Laios, Stop leaving him out of these discussions) Are Actually the Same.

Firstly (because on some level everything is about Thistle to me) I thought about how the lion could have very likely given Thistle a similar offer when his loved ones started losing their souls/rebelling/etc. And yet, there is no sign that Thistle ever accepted such an offer, nor any sign that he used magic to forcibly change people's opinions, the way Marcille briefly threatened the party with while she was dungeon lord:

Instead, he ended up with the fucking dining table that drives me insane. Which probably means that either Thistle rejected the offer, or the lion sensed it wouldn't go over well and didn't even try it.

Making replicas of people doesn't seem to be an uncommon part of granting the dungeon lord's wishes. In his time, Mithrun actually took the demon up on it:

(Not pictured; the infamous lamia-version of his love interest.)

What makes Mithrun different from Thistle and Marcille in this instance is that Thistle and Marcille both became dungeon lords for the sake of specific people. Both were motivated by the terror of losing their most important people, and both told themselves everything they did was for the sake of protecting those people.

Because they were motivated by genuine love, copies or mind manipulation were not palatable. I think Thistle even in the late stages of his madness probably would not find these to be acceptable solutions. No matter how twisted, possessive, and obsessive his love became under the dungeon's influence, it was still from the fear of losing those original, irreplaceable people that he was doing all this. Even as his relationship with Delgal and the other Melinis fell apart over the years... even as he was left with only their soulless bodies... he would still rather cling to whatever was left.

Perhaps on some level, Thistle recognized the same thing that kept Marcille from following through with her threats:

Even in the state of endlessly chasing their desires as dungeon lords, they couldn't feel truly okay accomplishing it that way.

For Mithrun, meanwhile, the people in his fantasy world were a means to an end. It was all-encompassing insecurity and the pain of not being wanted that led him to become dungeon lord. His desire was not fixated on any specific people - it was broad enough and desperate enough that anyone could fulfill it. The thing is, Mithrun prior to becoming dungeon lord was by all accounts well-liked. But his emotional walls were up so high that not a single one of his admirers could make him feel known and cared for. The kind of crushing perfectionism he exhibited in that stage of his life often comes with a silent and equally crushing imposter syndrome. No one actually knew him, because Mithrun didn't let them, even though every aspect of his personality then was a desperate plea to be seen and liked. I think the sad truth is that, by the time he became dungeon lord, Mithrun didn't truly believe that happiness was something that could be found in other people. (It's telling that his wish was for a world in which he had never been discarded; perhaps for a world in which he never felt the need to put up those masks.)

In this respect, Mithrun is actually more alike to Laios than he is to Thistle and Marcille.

Laios was told again and again by the world that it was wrong to be who he was - that he was unlikeable when he acted the way that came naturally to him. The lion didn't bother asking Laios about replicas; those would be meaningless to him. Like Mithrun, Laios had lost all hope of being liked for who he was, but took it one step further: Laios had lost hope that he could find happiness in the human world entirely. At that point, all he wanted was an escape. To leave the pain of the human world behind and become someone, something, different. All he really needed in order to be tempted into it was the assurance that his friends would be safe.

All four of these stories have a pretty obvious throughline when you think about it: the deep, intrinsic need for human connection and what happens to someone when that need cannot be met.

All four of them were starving for connection. All four of them experienced alienation and isolation that made them desperate enough to turn to the demon.

Marcille (a half-elf whose unstable aging left her without peers) and Thistle (raised as the only elf in a kingdom of humans) both formed intense attachments to the few people they did become close to, and went off the deep end from fear of losing them.

Mithrun and Laios were both rejected by others for aspects of themselves that were out of their control, and tried to cope by developing masks that left them unable to feel accepted by the people still in their lives.

...So it's fitting, then, that genuine human connection is also what saved all four of them in the end.

(Thistle is a little arguable here; I personally don't think he died, but even if you do believe he died at the end of the manga- Yaad being able to connect and empathize with him is what gave him peace and solace in his final moments.)

Dungeon Meshi is about alienation and connection as much as it is about food and cycles of life. (Or more like, these themes are masterfully intertwined - food is used to represent love and connection over and over again. But that's a whole essay in and of itself!)

[tayytayy12]

You’re losing me | CS55 x Reader

Summary - Reader and Carlos had been married for a year when he started growing distant, thinking his actions would have no consequences but he didn’t realise he was slowly but surely losing you.

Warnings - mentions of cheating, just angst really

Type - Written

Requested - Yes

THERE WILL BE A PT2 !!

Feel free to ask to be tagged <3

You remembered the day that you had first met Carlos, you remembered the way his kind words had made your cheeks turn red, you remembered how perfect he seemed, and he was perfect with and for you. Well, until he wasn’t.

You and Carlos had been together for five years before he asked you to marry him at the stop the pair of you had first met, it was the most romantic thing anybody had ever done for you, the way he had your favourite song playing quietly in the background as he told you how he loved you and wanted to spend forever with you. You was a mess of smiles and tears and you accepted his proposal over and over again until he kissed you and it was like all time stopped, nothing else mattered in that moment except you and him.

The wedding was a dream, both of your families came, as did all of your friends. It was an emotional day for everybody, they knew how in love you and Carlos were, they knew you had to work out. You remember your wedding night when you had a conversation with Charles, the man being one of your closest friends and he actually being hoe you had met Carlos, and he told you that in all the years he had known the pair of you he had never seen either of you so happy. Everyone’s words gave you the confidence to be reassured that you and Carlos would work.

It was only a week after your wedding day that your husband began to grow distant and cold. It was gradual at first, him advising you to stay home on race weekends to focus more on work, but that didn’t bother you that much, you just through that he knew how much you loved your job and wanted you to be happy, but it only got worse after that.

He would say things, keep secrets, control what you wore and say hurtful things. You had no idea where it was coming from, but you didn’t say anything out of fear of losing the love of your life - well, at least who you thought was the love of your life - and you let his changes happen.

Some of the reasons that you did that was probably because all you would think about when he had just had an episode where he would have outburst at you and stormed out of the house leaving you alone, again, was the moments the pair of you shared that made you feel like the only girl in the world. When he proposed, when he said his vows, when he spoke about you ever so fondly in interviews like he was waiting for the reporter to ask about you, when you thought about those moments it was almost like all the pain the last year had put you through didn’t matter.

It was currently two in the morning as you sat alone in yours and Carlos’ bed for a eight consecutive night at the beginning of a double header he insisted you stay home for, tears flowing freely form your eyes leaving a hot wet trail down your cheeks in return as you stared down at the glowing screen of your phone.

You had woke up from a message from your sister , you was confused and little bit concerned, she was on a night out with her friends, did she need your help? Did something happen to her?

The words on the screen had hit you like a tone of bricks, he swore he would never. He wouldn’t, he couldn’t.

All you could do was cry as the notifications from all your social media’s started coming through on people tagging you and messaging you apologising about Carlos, but your sister was right, he was with a girl at a club in Austin and they was kissing, and probably more you though as yous rolled into some pictures of your husband and the girl leaving the club together and getting into Carlos’ car.

It hurt watching all if this unfold, you felt like it was your fault, you felt sick, betrayed even. You wanted to yell, scream and call Carlos every insulting word under the sun, but all you could do in that moment was subconsciously put your hand in your stomach and glance at the positive pregnancy test on your nightstand.

You suppressed a broken sob into your hand and you made a promise to yourself that you could do this alone, without Carlos, not just for you, but for the baby in your stomach. You would get strong for them.

It was that moment that Carlos Sainz had officially lost you for good.

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[vanillawurld]

༊*·˚A Glimpse

✧.* Request- Anonymous

"Fuck it write anything with like joost angst idk have it be like “glimpse of us by joji” type of vibe"

✧.* Pair - Joost Klein x Fem! Reader

✧.* Tags & Warnings - Angst, cheating, making out, kind of a hot moment(?), cussing.

✧.* Summary - Joost finally being able to talk to (Y/N), 'the one who got away', his 'lover' at a small house party but forgets he has his girl with him.

✧.* Extra- I love writing angst yall. The reader is implied to be Latina with a tanner/browner/darker complexion along with dark hair. I needed her to connect to something specificallyLOL

✧.* Word Count - 3,016

From the outside, Joost and his girlfriend, Andrea, appeared to be the happiest couple in the solar system. She is always treated like a princess by him. Takes her wherever she pleases, buys her whatever she wants, and treats her like she's the only girl in the world. They treat each other in a way that makes them seem like the ideal couple. All of that can only be seen from the outside from people who don't know Joost at all.

What really takes a turn is Joost's intentions. The intentions his friends are aware about and the fact that they know more about his relationship. They know the messed up reasoning on why Joost was with Andrea in the first place. They always implied to Joost about what he was doing was fucked, but Joost just pretended he didn't know what they were talking about. He was avoiding his pain and sadness with delusions and manipulations to himself.

The only reason Joost was with Andrea was because she resembled someone from his past that he couldn't let go of. She was like a carbon copy of a woman named (Y/N). (Y/N) was the woman who Joost was convinced he was going to marry. He wanted a life with her and actually envisioned himself having a family with her. He was a sucker for her. It was all perfect until his focus on work and music drifted him apart. He walked away from her and that was his biggest mistake ever.

When he realized (Y/N) was gone, Andrea entered his life. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid his eyes on. He was allured by her beauty. She had beautiful dark hair, soft skin that went along with gold, plush lips that complimented her brown lipliner, and a smile he could recognize from a mile away. All beautiful features, just like the ones (Y/N) had.

The day Joost introduced Andrea to his friends, the atmosphere got thick and uncomfortable. They all looked at each other and immediately got the same thought in their head. Some even thought Joost and (Y/N) got back together because of how similar Andrea and (Y/N) looked. When Joost got confronted about dating Andrea, Joost pretended like his friend was speaking gibberish and to never say Andrea was similar to his ex. They all knew Joost was living a lie.

Joost always lied to himself about Andrea, but deep down, he knew what he was doing. He knew why he got with her in the first place and he hated it. Andre treated him like he was royalty. She was hitting all the right spots for Joost, except for one particular spot; she wasn't her. Andrea wasn't (Y/N) and will never be. There would be moments he would look at Andrea in a mirror and for a split second, see (Y/N). Every time he would look into her eyes, he would see (Y/N). Joost hated the fact he was living a lie but he was already too deep into his internal mess. Andrea had already fallen for him, the way he fell for (Y/N).

Joost and his girl were invited to a house party hosted by his cousin's friends. It was just a regular party, with the typical items that involved parties. Booze, music, people. Joost went to purely have fun with his girl by his side. It had been a while since he went out to party. As soon as Joost walked in, everything he had to worry about was tossed out the window.

Joost was laughing up a storm with his friends. Drinking weak shots, and singing along to whatever Dutch songs they were playing. But they weren't just playing Dutch music, they were playing a whole genre of different types of music. American Western music like hip-hop, blues, r&B. Latin-American music like bachata, reggaeton, merengue. But for some reason, Joost felt like they were playing more Latin-American songs, the genre (Y/N) always loved to play. Joost always listened to different Latino genres with (Y/N) because she loved it. He didn't understand what they were saying in the songs, but he loved watching her sing them.

The intro key to a bachata song started playing, pulling Joost out of his thoughts and pulling him into nostalgia. He heard the creator of the song sing his notes and bring in more nostalgic emotions. It was one of the songs (Y/N) would always play. As the man sang the song, Joost swore he heard (Y/N)'s voice sing along. His heart's rate started slowly growing faster. He looked around to see if he could catch her but had no luck.

He heard the woman next to him break him away from his thoughts and 'search', "Babe, are you okay?" Joost looked to his right and saw Andrea casually looking at him. He gave her a nod and decided to take another shot. The alcohol in the shots were weak, but since Joost felt like he was slowly losing his mind, the shots felt like they were getting to him. He felt like he needed to splash his face to fully pull him away from his lingering thoughts.

He got up from his seat, "I- uh, have to go to the bathroom." He quickly walked away without even letting Andrea say a quick 'okay.' Part of him was hoping to see (Y/N) and was even looking around while he was walking towards the restroom. The other part of him prayed he didn't run into (Y/N) in fear of breaking down in front of her. In his head, he wanted her to see he was doing "better" so she could develop strong feelings and try to win him back. He was delusional.

When he made it to the bathroom, he splashed water on his face and looked at himself in the mirror. His blue ocean-like eyes stared right back at him, trying to send him a message. He kept still for a few seconds until he heard a muffled voice from outside, "(Y/N), where are you going?" his heart started to increase again. A small voice in his head prayed that someone said another name instead of hers. He turned to the door and prepared himself to walk back outside, praying to not bump into (Y/N) but hoping he does.

When he opened the door, he was immediately hit by (Y/N)'s signature scent. That made his heart go even faster. His brain told him to ignore it and go back to Andrea, but his heart, his poor desperate heart, told him to find her. His constant battles between his heart and brain, but at the end of the day, he always followed his heart.

The house was a two-bedroom home, so he had quite a few rooms to check. Some had people making out, some giving blow jobs, some crying over an ex. It was a lot. It was like his heart knew where she was since it was beating faster each door he approached. Finally, one of the last rooms contained the woman he secretly yearned for months, almost years. He peeked inside to see her sitting, legs crossed, on the phone, talking to someone. His heart and brain were still fighting. His brain kept telling him to close the door, leave her alone, and go back to his girlfriend, but his heart told him to talk to her. His heart always won.

He slowly opened the door, to reveal himself. (Y/N) looked up and froze. They both stared at each other, (Y/N) with wide eyes and Joost with desperate eyes. "I- uhh... I have to call you back," she said while putting down the phone.

(Y/N) took a deep breath and looked up. She wanted to cry, but didn't want to in front of Joost. She didn't want to show her weak side in front of a well known stranger. She looked back at Joost and gave him a weak smile. She hadn't seen his face in a while. She missed his handsome structure, blue eyes, stylish mustache she always loved.

Joost was on the verge of falling to his knees. He needed to leave but he didn't want to. He wanted to hear her voice again, but he knew if he did, he would fall back into her eternal love that he never wanted to leave. "I'm sorry, wrong room. I was looking for.. a friend," he weakly said.

As he turned around, he heard her voice, "You're lying." That was one thing (Y/N) was good at, looking through people. It was both a blessing and a curse. He turned back around and looked her back in the eyes.

"You're still good at detecting lies," He said. He watched as (Y/N) giggled at his comment. His heart smiled, he missed her little laughs.

"Hi," she said.

"Hey," he said back.

There was a moment of silence between them. They kept staring at each other, smiling. (Y/N) looked at the spot next to her and scooched over, patting the spot next to her, indicating him to sit next to her. He happily obliged, closing the door behind him, and sat next to her. There he finally smelled her scent, he missed her. They continued looking at each other in silence, until Joost broke the silence, "So, how have you been?"

"I've been good, been building my life back up," she replied. That made Joost want to ask her more, but didn't want to invade her privacy. "What about you? You got a girlfriend?" she jokingly asked, but Joost thought she was being serious.

"I... I don't" he lied and (Y/N) knew this.

She frowned at his answer, "Don't lie to me. You do have a girlfriend," she passive-aggressively said.

"Then why did you ask me if you knew?"

"I asked that as a joke... and to see if you were going to answer honestly,"

There was a hard silence between them before (Y/N) broke it, "Why did you lie?"

Joost looked her in the eyes and started tearing up, "Because I miss you." That was his heart talking. He knew what he was doing was wrong. Emotionally cheating on Andrea with the love of his life. He felt a bit of guilt but at the same time it felt right.

(Y/N) would be lying if she said she didn't miss him at all. (Y/N) yearned to be in Joost's arms again, but not if he was with another girl. It wasn't right to her or the other woman. "Honestly, I've miss you too," she said, making Joost light up, "But, it's wrong to miss you. You have a new life with another woman and I'm working on getting my life back together."

That made Joost eternally sigh. It's like his chances went back to an all-time low again. He wanted to tell her that he didn't want Andrea and that he wanted her, but he knew (Y/N) was going to clock him on doing that. He started tearing up. The tear build-up got too heavy for his eyes so they started rolling down his face. His emotions got the best of him. He started letting out tiny sobs because he couldn't keep them in.

(Y/N)'s heart started to feel extremely heavy. She hated seeing Joost cry and it was even worse seeing him cry and not being able to comfort him like she used to. She couldn't kiss his beautiful face, she couldn't kiss his lips, she couldn't hold him intimately, but she wanted to so badly. Sometimes a person's wants could be stronger than a person's inner morals.

"Hey, hey it's okay," she placed both hands on the sides of his face and looked at him with sad eyes. "Everything will be okay. Everything will go in place when the time is right, but right now the time doesn't seem right for us," she whispered.

"Yes, it does. The time is right for us, I can make it right for us. I'll leave Andrea for you because we belong together," Joost said with heavy tears running down his face. His emotions truly got the best of him. Joost felt his heart become even more sorrow-filled when he felt her touch. He melted in her hands.

(Y/N) shook her head at his statement, "That's not right, Joost. You can't break a girl's heart for another girl, that's never right." She started wiping his tears away with her fingers, "We will have our time again if the universe permits it. And when we have our time, I promise it'll be ten times better than before."

That made Joost cry even more, He didn't want time, he wanted her now. "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I made a mistake leaving you. I'm so sorry," His eyes kept the tears coming.

"Don't apologize to me Joost, I'm very much over it. I don't hate you. I still love you, but just right now, it isn't-" (Y/N) was cut off by Joost hugging her. Their bodies close together like they used to be, made Joost sob. (Y/N) wrapped her arms around his neck, making their touch feel closer. After a few minutes of Joost and (Y/N) holding each other, they pulled away to look at each other in the eyes. Joost's now blood-shot red eyes staring back at (Y/N) mesmerizing eyes.

"You've always been handsome to me," (Y/N) said, making Joost chuckle. He raised his hand to rest it on (Y/N)'s cheek. She closed her eyes and started melting in his touch, just like he did. She re-opened her eyes to see Joost watching her like she was a trophy. It was a bitter-sweet moment.

"You were always like a goddess to me," he replied. (Y/N) gave him a shy smile. This felt like a good moment for Joost to send his message to her heart and brain. He started closing the gap between them, making the moment more intimate.

(Y/N) watched Joost get closer, she started feeling guilty but felt like it was right. She wanted to say something, but her heart kept telling her to shut up. "Joost-" she was cut off by his lips. She started to eternally panic but quickly calmed down when she realized this was what she wanted all along. She closed her eyes and wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. They were finally feeling each other after a long time. It felt right, but wrong at the same time. They wanted this moment to last but knew it wouldn't.

It wasn't long before they used their tongues. From lips to lips, to tongue and lips. The moment was getting hot for them, their hands started to drop to each other's body. Joost was starting to feel her chest and her hips while (Y/N) started feeling the tent in his pants. They both started moaning from the sensation of their touch. They were touch starved for each other. The moment was ruined when Joost's phone started blowing up with text messages. Joost broke away and checked his phone to see Andrea's contact photo. (Y/N) peaked over and saw her contact name and felt her heart drop. Her contact name was "Princess" with a heart and bow emoji, the same contact name Joost had for (Y/N).

She realized what they did was a mistake. Joost was still a taken man and she had no right to ruin that. (Y/N) got up from her spot and started walking towards the door. "Wha- where are you going?" she heard Joost ask.

She shut her eyes and sighed deeply. She turned around to face him and started tearing up, "I'm sorry, but I think what was did was a mistake."

"How? It felt right for me,"

"Yes, for you, but is it right for Andrea? My friends have told me that she treats you like an absolute prince. This isn't fair for her. I'm sorry Joost but the time isn't right for us. I'm not going to sit here and make you feel good while that poor girl is asking people about your whereabouts. I won't do it," (Y/N) was starting to get angry and Joost sensed it. "You can try and make things right between us, but there's still going to be a girl out there with a broken heart because of you... I want you to go out there and tell her what you were doing with me in this room. If I find out that you didn't tell her, I will personally tell her myself because I don't want her to look stupid, telling people that you two are in love meanwhile you still love me," and with that, (Y/N) left the room.

Joost sat in silence and thought about what (Y/N) said. He knew she was right. It was better if he came clean than for her to find out by (Y/N). He stared at the wall in front of him and started imagining hundreds of scenarios of how the interaction between him and Andrea would go if he told her. A habit he always had when he had to make a hard decision. He fucked up badly and had to pay the price.

(Y/N) started speed walking down the stairs and through the hall. She was trying hard not to let her tears run down her face. She had mixed emotions about what happened and what she said to Joost. As she was walking, she made eye contact with a woman who looked exactly like her. It was Andrea. It was like time turned into slow-motion, they both stared at each other with different expressions. (Y/N) furrowed her eyebrows in guilt, while Andrea's confused expression turned to sadness. They both knew what happened without even needing to say words to each other.

˖◛. *. ⋆ Vanilla Speaks

is my writing good, be honest

im too lazy to check for grammar or spelling LOL

[liaslullaby]

Captains just wanna have fun

You lose all your savings in a poker night and decide to go until the captains offer you to bet something else.

Contents: afab!reader, threesome, rough, praise, hand job, pain kink, overstimulation, hand restriction, oral, fingering, choking, face fucking, anal, unprotected sex, blowjob, consensual.

Word count: 8.7K

+18 MDNI—Explicit content

A/N: Prepare your wheelchairs...

You checked the cards in your hand one more time, you had a good one, it wasn't the best of all but with a pinch of luck you could beat the four men in front of you and you had better do it considering you had bet the last of your savings.

Everyone gave each other a quick glance out of the corner of their eyes before putting their cards down, most of them looking unsure of the hand they were playing which made you feel better, however, the triumphant smile on Oikawa's face it was worrisome. When the world sided with him the rest were destined to fail miserably. Your poker nights with them had already shown it to you.

You didn't even understand how that group had ended up getting along so well to end up playing poker every thursday, but the important thing is that you enjoyed it. It had all started with Bokuto and Kuroo who bumped into Oikawa one day just starting college, they decided to make him part of their poker days because gambling just the two of them wasn't fun enough. The brown-haired man complained a few nights about how unchallenging it was to play alone with the two of them and so they decided to join a fourth member, Sawamura Daichi, whom Kuroo coincidentally saw one afternoon in the university parking lot, he had invited him to join thinking that it would be an easy defeat and he couldn't be more wrong. You were the last acquisition, you knew Koutaro and Tetsuro from the nationals of your last year in which you were the captain of Niiyama, the three of you got along well although you didn't talk much, because of that your childhood best friend and ex-captain of Karasuno believed that it would be an excellent idea to invite you to be part of the group.

"How come we've been at this for over five months and I haven't won once?" the black and white haired man complained once everyone's cards were revealed.

Your hopes went down the drain when you observed a Royal flush in the hands of Tooru that rejoiced in its victory, with that clearly your poor Four of a kind never had a chance.

"That's probably because the world hates you" Oikawa replied taking all the money on the table to himself. And having given up all hope you dropped your head on the table drawing everyone's attention. "And it seems you're not the only one it happens to".

"Y/N-chan don't get discouraged so easily, we still have time to kick his ass" Daichi mentioned placing a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to make you feel better, very typical of him. A quality of leader that you had always admired from him, no matter how bad the situation seemed to be, he was looking for a way to encourage his teammates and now that he was no longer with them, you had become the center of his motivational speeches.

"I'll help you kick his ass whenever you want but I don't have money to gamble anymore" you turned your head to look at him and sighed disappointed in yourself for losing the last of your savings. You weren't usually so careless with money, much less so you left everything in bets but this particular day your streak was the worst you had ever had, each new round you swore that you could recover what you lost, betting little by little what you had saved "That last one was my savings"

"You cleaned the floor with us two weeks ago, how come you don't have money anymore?" Kuroo asked surprised.

You weren't going to tell them, but the reality is that you converted your loot back then into Boku no hero merchandise the day after you obtained it, you weren't proud of your mismanagement of that money, however you didn't regret the result either. Your new Shoto dakimura had definitely helped you sleep better the past few days.

"It was a rough patch, ok?" You got up from the chair you were in, reaching both arms up and then back to stretch your back before taking a last sip of what was left of your beer. "I guess that's it for me"

"You're leaving now?" Bokuto questioned confused and the rest immediately turned to look at you in the same way as him, it seemed that no one wanted you to abandon them.

"I don't plan on staying just to watch all of you gamble and I don't have any more money so it's the best I can do."

Everyone took a quick look at each other, hoping that someone would come up with a good reason to make you stay, at least a minute passed in total silence without anyone coming up with anything, so you waved goodbye to then make your way to the exit of Kuroo's apartment. Just as your hand wrapped around the doorknob the sound of several footsteps behind you caught your attention.

"What do you think if you bet something else instead of money?" you heard Kuroo's voice and turned with your arms crossed only to find everyone piled on top of each other trying to get through the corridor at the same time.

"I'm not going to bet my Todoroki dakimura if that's what you're suggesting" you responded quickly defensively and their puzzled looks appeared again.

"Your what?"

"Nothing"

"But you sa..."

"I said nothing, Koutaro" you interrupted him, speaking seriously in an attempt to stop him from asking any further questions about it. His sad look appeared when he heard you but no one gave it any importance beyond Kuroo who patted him on the back. "What am I supposed to bet?"

"Your blouse"

"I don't think my blouse will look good on you, Tooru" you answered and a mocking smile appeared on your face.

"I don't know, I think it would make his eyes stand out" Kuroo mentioned laughing and then received a nudge from Oikawa for helping you divert the conversation from the main topic.

"You know what I'm talking about"

And clearly you knew it, you were only being silly because you weren't quite sure you were willing to expose yourself to them, you trusted them, but maybe not enough to risk yourself like that.

You scanned them all as they stood there in front of you, you had to admit that all four of them might be different but that didn't stop them from all being equally attractive, if they wanted to achieve something with their great idea, you could use it to your advantage too.

You tried to get your eyes away from Kuroo's abdomen but it was like a magnet for your gaze, like Bokuto's arms or Daichi's thighs, Oikawa weren't far behind either. Your cheeks burned just from having them in front of you and your mouth watered imagining what could be left under the few clothes they had left.

You didn't know what you could have done to make karma finally take your side but after starting clothing poker you had only lost once, which cost you your blouse, a small price to pay for the incredible sight you were looking at and because of that you were really having a hard time keeping your face neutral.

You held your cards right up to your cheeks to cover any blushes and when it was time to show them you "subtly" covered yourself with one of your hands.

"I'm starting to think you're cheating" Daichi commented looking at your cards and you laughed nervously, not because you were cheating but because of the whole atmosphere around you.

Kuroo snorted and then stood up, now only wearing his boxers, he put his hands on each side of the edge of his underwear ready to remove it until you reacted.

"Wow, what the hell are you doing?!" you yelled stopping him.

"I lost, those who lose take off a piece of clothing" he replied with a shrug.

You didn't expect them to go this far, you thought that last game was not punished since everyone except Daichi only had their underwear left, the former Karasuno captain was the only one who still had his shirt.

"Y-you don't have to do that" you mentioned looking away so they wouldn't notice how embarrassed you were, however, Oikawa and Kuroo were specialists in deciphering you and especially in making you nervous.

"No Y/N-chan, we lost and we are men of our word" Tooru said, standing up like the black-haired man, they both noticed how you looked at them scared and smiled at each other. "What are you two waiting for?"

Bokuto also got up making you panic, suddenly everything was too real and you were about to witness perhaps the most exciting image you could have in front of your entire life but now you didn't feel ready for that.

You took your beer and slammed it down your throat hoping it would help you relax but seeing all four of them synchronized removing their underwear at the same time raced your heart, you jumped up and apologized before almost walking out running to the bathroom.

You could hear Kuroo's mocking laughter as you entered the bathroom and closed the door behind you to look in the mirror, there was no way your cheeks would get any redder than they already were, so you decided to run the tap to wash your face.

You heard the door open and you turned around immediately finding Oikawa leaning on the threshold of the door, you inadvertently looked at him only to realize that he hadn't bothered to get dressed again before going to see you.

"My eyes are up Y/N-chan" he mentioned confidently licking his lips.

You automatically lifted your face to meet his, your cheeks reddening again as your hands began to shake holding on to the sink. You wanted to open your mouth to apologize but the words wouldn't come out, which he was clearly enjoying, he had never seen you like that and he was really loving this new facet. You froze seeing him approach you.

He placed one of his hands on your cheek to caress it while he brought his face closer to yours causing your breathing to become irregular, maybe it was the fact that he had a different aura than usual, the fact that his gaze seemed to want to devour you right there or the fact that he was completely naked in front of you but he had never seemed so attractive to you like at that moment.

"Is it okay if I kiss you?" he whispered inches from your face, unable to do anything more than nod, you kept your gaze fixed on his until his lips met yours, melting you completely.

With his other hand he took you by the waist sticking completely to him, so you could feel his erection colliding with your abdomen. He lightly bit your bottom lip and you wrapped your arms around his neck before giving him access to your mouth where both of you began fighting for dominance. He lowered his hand from your cheek to one of your breasts and massaged it over your bra, making you moan.

"Music to my ears" he murmured against your lips, squeezing your chest harder "Do it again, will you?"

"They can hear us, Tooru" you reminded him as you separated. He ignored what you said and kissed you again, maybe you cared about others but for Oikawa they were the last of his worries.

"So can you help me with something?"

"What do you need?" You said bringing your arms to his chest, he took one of your hands and brought it to his member so you took it gently and began to move your hand slowly.

"Don't be shy".

You brought your hand up to your mouth before licking it completely and taking it again fixing your eyes on his, his leering look was accompanied by a smile that appeared when you increased speed while he was taking care of your breasts.

The volume of the background music increased so Oikawa took the opportunity to get close to your neck and kiss it, putting his hand under your bra to find your nipple playing with it and getting you another little moan that you prayed that the music would muffle.

Then he leaned down enough so that his mouth was on your ear, you could hear his heavy breathing which was occasionally interrupted by soft moans escaping from his mouth.

"Let me have your mouth" he said licking the lobe of your ear.

You thought about it for a moment but finally you knelt in front of him, you gathered your hair in a ponytail and you took his dick with your hand to bring it closer to you, you began by licking its entire length and then inserting its entire tip into your mouth.

He took your ponytail with his hand and then he pushed you suddenly causing his cock to reach your throat making you to gag, he did not give importance to that and then he pulled you until the only thing you had inside was his tip to push your head again and make you retake it completely.

He growled as he felt his orgasm approaching, so he took you as deep as he could a few more times before taking his dick out of your mouth, you looked up and when your eyes met, he blew you a kiss, seconds later his cum covered your face.

"You did it great, darling" He extended a hand to help you get up and several knocks on the door caught the attention of both of you, you opened your eyes suddenly and the brown-haired man put a finger on his lips indicating you to be silent.

"Iwazumi is calling you" you could hear Bokuto's voice on the other side of the door speaking clearly to the man next to you, you didn't know if they had any idea that you were there too but you preferred not to say anything just in case. Oikawa gave you some hand signals that you frankly didn't understand and then left, quickly closing the door behind him.

You took advantage of the brown haired man out to clean your face and rinse your mouth, in addition you fix your hair followed by your bra before leaving, it must have been enough time for you to leave without problems.

You took a few steps out of the bathroom only to run into Kuroo coming out of his room half dressed, he had basically just decided to put his underwear back on. He crossed his arms and the way he looked at you told you that he knew everything.

"Were you having fun sucking Oikawa's dick?" he questioned leaning his back against the wall, everything about him at that moment screamed danger and that made him draw your attention even more than before.

"Who says I-" he silenced you, getting close enough to put a finger on your lips.

"You still have cum on your cheek"

"Really?" You instinctively touched your face making Kuroo laugh.

"No but now I know you were doing it" he replied causing you to frown annoyed. "You need better taste in men Y/N-chan"

The black-haired man walked up behind you, pushed aside the strands of hair that were next to your neck and licked it, generating a chill that ran down your spine, as well as making your skin stand on end.

"Why do you say that?" you asked trying to prevent him from noticing the recent nervousness that was starting to grow in you.

"Because you chose Shittykawa" he answered simply, he put both arms around your body and pulled you towards him, his face returned to your neck where he stayed for a second inhaling the perfume that it gave off. It was sweet and captivating, for which he thought it was it fit right in with you."Don't the rest of us deserve something too?"

You didn't even bother asking what he meant this time, as it was very clear where he wanted to go with it. And after things with the brown-haired man ended so quickly, the black-haired man's proposition was good for you.

You turned around until you were face to face with him to be able to kiss him, he felt totally different from Oikawa but you liked him anyway, his lips moved more wildly over yours, with greater eagerness and desire. His hands had no problem starting to explore your body until they found the back of your bra and were ready to play with it, threatening to remove it, so you decided to stop him since you were in the middle of the hallway and you didn't know if the rest had already gone home.

Kuroo noticed that you seemed uneasy about where you were, so he decided it was time to show you what he had in his room. He took your hand and opened the door to take you with him, sticking to his body as soon as you were inside. The light was very dim and you still didn't get used to that lighting so you could barely see anything that was in there, it's not like you needed to see something when you were so busy letting the black-haired man explore your mouth.

You could swear his hands were on your hips but at the same time you felt like someone was removing your bra, maybe Tetsuro was making your mind cloudy too fast and you started imagining things.

When the pair of hands that had removed your bra traveled to your chest, you were absolutely certain that they were not a product of your imagination. You suddenly separated from the black-haired man colliding with what you would swear was another person and you immediately let out a squeal, even without getting fully used to the light, you turned around trying to discover who it was but all you got was tripping over your own feet when you backed down, otherwise if it wasn't because Kuroo caught you in time you probably would have ended up on the ground.

"You scared her Bokuto" scolded the taller of the two.

"Sorry, I wasn't going to jump in yet but she looked too sexy and I couldn't stay away" the black and white haired man apologized slightly embarrassed. "I didn't want to scare you Y/N-chan."

"Why did you turn off the light anyway?" Kuroo questioned.

"I heard you talking in the hallway and I figured it would be better to do it that way."

"Wait, you guys were planning this?"

"Why do you think we got rid of Trashykawa?" the black-haired man answered in your ear causing another shiver to run through your body, you couldn't see it very well but you were sure that he kept giving off that feeling of danger from before, now more than ever.

"So Iwaizumi wasn't calling"

"Oh that's true, now we owe him 2500 yen" Tetsuro never moved from your side, on the contrary he brought you closer to him to whisper in your ear again. "What do you say Y/N-chan? Can we all have fun?"

You swallowed, realizing what they were offering you, a threesome. You had never been in one and honestly the idea excited you, having Bokuto and Kuroo at the same time would never have occurred to you. The thing is that you weren't very sure that you could handle both of them, especially after what you had seen earlier in the living room, you could have run away but the seconds in which you could see them were recorded in your head.

You felt Bokuto approaching you, he didn't touch you but his presence felt intimidating, you could appreciate his silhouette that loomed over you making you feel small.

"You're the boss, do you want me to stay or do I go?" His tone suddenly sounded much deeper than when he had apologized, it would never have occurred to you that you could get wet just listening to him speak but that's how it was.

"Stay" you murmured and stretched out your arm until you reached his, you took it to pull him towards you now feeling his breath hit yours while Kuroo's hit your ear.

"The girl have guts" the black haired man mentioned making you giggle just before your lips met Koutaro's.

His lips pressed hard on yours and they tasted strangely good, you couldn't describe the taste but you definitely liked it, he ran his tongue over your lower lip asking for permission to enter which you gladly gave him and once he entered he got control of your mouth easily. On the other hand, Kuroo positioned himself behind you, his hands went to your breasts and his mouth was in charge of licking your ear, making it difficult for you to concentrate on Bokuto. He massaged your breasts for a few seconds before giving his attention to your nipples, making you moan into the black and white haired man's mouth.

"That sounded damn good," he mentioned pulling away just enough for your breaths to mix and then he gave his friend a quick glance. "Think you can get her to do it again?"

"It offends me that you even ask" Kuroo placed his index fingers on your nipples and began to make small circles on them and then twist them, achieving his goal.

Bokuto began to kiss your neck enjoying the moans that came out of your mouth thanks to Kuroo, the hands of the shortest of them went to the button of your pants removing it without problems and he was in charge of throwing it somewhere in the room. So they decided to change a bit, Tetsuro led you through the darkness to his bed, he sat on it with his back leaning against the wall and then he made you sit between his legs, your back on his chest and you could feel his bulge against you. He flexed your knees then spread your legs giving his friend an excellent view of your wet panties, he brought his right hand up to your clit caressing it on the fabric. Koutaro on the other hand, approached you and began to leave a trail of wet kisses from your neck to the center of your breasts, before taking one of them to his mouth letting his tongue start doing circles around your hard bud while one of his hands squeeze your other boob.

Kuroo pushed aside your panties to open your folds with one hand and bring two fingers closer to your wet entrance, slowly thrust them in causing you to be unable to measure the volume of the moan that came from your mouth, you arched your back and Bokuto gently bit down your nipple, taking care not to hurt you, then he bring his free hand to your clitoris, circling it with his thumb. You arched your back again, consumed by how good it felt, you were sure you had never experienced so much pleasure simultaneously before.

"If y-you keep doing that I won't last m-much longer" your words were faltering and your mind was getting too cloudy, the knot in the lower part of your stomach appeared and you tried to stop the black-haired man with your hands but he easily took them with one of his and held them on your stomach to prevent you from trying to stop them again "Fuck".

"You know you want this, there's no point in resisting" Kuroo whispered to you before proceeding to lick your earlobe. And he was right.

The black-haired man increased the pace while Bokuto proceeded to bring his mouth to your other breast, doing exactly the same with this one as with the previous one. You felt when Tetsuro bumped into your G-spot and started hitting it mercilessly, throwing you into real chaos.

"I think you found it" mentioned the one with black and white hair, separating from you for a second to observe how you trembled under the touch of both of them.

You couldn't take it anymore and it was then that the knot in your stomach released, Kuroo loosened his grip so you managed to get away, your hands then held on to the black-haired man's arms and you threw your head back on his shoulder, your eyes closed while you enjoyed your orgasm moaning without really caring about anything else.

They both took their hands away from you, Tetsuro directed his fingers to his mouth to clean them and Koutaro got up to then wrap his arms around your waist and help you stand up. He parted some strands from your forehead to deposit a tender kiss on it.

"That was hot" his comment made you laugh a little and you smiled at him, you rested your head on his chest to try to regulate your agitated breathing while he caressed your head.

The black-haired man stood up, took off his boxer, threw it on the floor without caring and opened the drawer of his nightstand to take out a condom that was put on without any problem, then he sat on the edge of the bed right behind you, he reached his hands up to reach your hips to pull you towards him.

"Ready?" he asked turning you around so you could see him, you put your hands on his shoulders and he took his to your ass squeezing it lightly.

"For what?"

"You're smart, you know what for" he replied before completely lowering your underwear.

He admired you for a second in what little dim light there was, mainly taking the time to caress your bare ass and then help you climb back on the bed. He made you sit on his lap, your knees bent on either side of his legs and his erection bumping against your mons mound. One of his hands went to the back of your neck to push you against his lips in a passionate kiss just before putting both hands on your hips to lift you up a bit, enough to get you on top of his cock.

"Do you want to do the honours?" He asked over your lips as you felt his tip brush against your entrance. Without answering you just began to lower yourself on top of him, pulling him slowly into you and moaning in the process. He let out a growl when he was fully inside you "Fuck, you feel better than I expected."

You slowly raised your hips again and then let yourself fall, getting a moan out of him, with each step you gave you increased the pace until you felt one of Bokuto's hands on your waist and the other on your butt, smearing something, which immediately made you stop to look at him.

"What the fuck are you doing?" you whispered scared, you had an idea of what it was that made your heart skip a beat since you didn't think you were ready for that, if that was what they were going through you would probably break two.

"Making this easier for everyone" he replied simply and placed a small kiss on your lips as if nothing had happened.

"You're not thinking about..." you said turning to the black-haired man.

"Tag team you? Of course, this wouldn't be fun if we didn't" you swallowed hard at his words but didn't object further.

Kuroo's arms wrapped around your waist forcing you to continue pleasing him and you let Bokuto kept with what he was doing, however when you felt him position himself you stopped them both.

"Wait"

"What's happening? Are you okay?" Koutaro questioned worriedly.

"Yes, it's just... can I put a condition?" You asked nervously swallowing a little saliva.

"As I said before, you are the boss" the black-haired man nodded in agreement with the one with black and white hair.

"I want you behind, I don't think I can handle Koutaro" you said embarrassedly to Tetsuro, a part of you thought that maybe it wasn't a good idea to say it because you weren't quite sure how he was going to react but finally you decided that it was the best for you.

"If I had fragile masculinity that would have hurt my ego" he joked letting out a laugh before letting go of your waist "Your wishes are my command Y/N-chan."

You got up to turn to Bokuto who wasted no time pulling you as close to him as he could, his hands going to your legs squeezing them hard making you squeal. His lips met yours so you concentrated on him until he made you jump to wrap your legs around his waist, one of his hands went to your butt to get a good hold and the other was in charge of locating his member in your entrance.

You sighed as you felt the tip wanting to enter you, so you held on tightly to his shoulders as he sank inside you, growling as he went. Just like with Kuroo once he was fully inside you managed to lift your hips enough so that only the tip of him was inside just before he rammed into you hard.

"Damn, you're so tight" his hands squeezed your butt tightly with each thrust making you moan in his ear. After a couple more thrusts Kuroo decided it was his time to join, which Bokuto noticed, so he began to go slowly while the black-haired man applied a little more lube on you, he inserted a finger initially to help you relax.

"I promise I'll gentle" Tetsuro whispered in your ear as he brushed his tip against your butt. You tightened your grip on the black and white haired man's shoulders, then he realized that you were nervous.

"We can stop whenever you want"

"It's okay, just give me time to get used to it" they both nodded.

Your body completely tensed when the black-haired man's dick began to enter, it really hurt but you repeated to yourself that you could handle it, Tetsuro brought his hands to your breasts massaging them in an attempt to help you focus on something else and Koutaro put his lips on yours kissing you gently.

You whimpered on Bokuto's lips and a tear rolled down your cheek, you dug your nails into his skin making him moan, so he began to move his hips a little faster sending more pleasure to your body that helped you calm down as his thrusts were deeper.

"Now you c-can m-" your voice trembled as you spoke but it was enough for Kuroo to easily understand that he had permission to move, when he was totally inside he began to kiss your neck as he slowly began to come out inside of you. The pain hadn't completely gone but it was fading more and more.

The black-haired man's thrusts were slow, trying to keep his word, the problem is that it became difficult because it was a totally different rhythm from Bokuto who was holding you, besides, to tell the truth, he was beginning to get desperate, he felt that you were giving too much attention to his friend.

"Koutaro" you moaned slightly separating from him to take a breath.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back for the black-haired man, he could assure that he did not have a fragile masculinity as much as he wanted but the reality is that the fact that it was not his name that came out of your lips had hurt his ego. He bring a hand up to your neck cutting off your air a bit and at the same time pulling you back enough so that your back crashes into his chest.

"You remember my name, right?" He whispered in your ear beginning to insert himself more strongly into you this time, you nodded several times trying to concentrate although your senses were completely lost by pleasure.

He let go of your neck to finally do what he was waiting for in and out of you mercilessly, he no longer cared what you could say at that moment, he went in so deep that you began to fear that you wouldn't be able to walk after that, not that at that point it will be really relevant to you. The little pain that remained even turned you on even more, like Bokuto every time you buried your nails in him, apparently you both had that in common.

"Tetsu-ro, fuck that fe-el so good" you encouraged him by making him go faster even though you didn't understand how that could even be possible. You tightened around both of them drawing a groan from each of them.

"You are doing it great" He whispered in your ear again but this time he didn't move away, you could hear him perfectly, his growls and moans sounding loud and clear only to you, so you decided to tighten yourself around him again. "If you keep doing that I-"

The knot in your stomach was present again, you were so close that probably there wasn't much left for you to reach your orgasm, your nails dug into Bokuto's skin again, this time deeper than all the previous ones, they were definitely going to fit him marked after all. He began to sink as far as he could into you, pounding into you over and over again as Kuroo moved from behind, any trace of gentleness completely gone.

"I'm s-so close"

"Let us see you, cum for us" Tetsuro took your neck again with one of his hands, his thrusts were becoming more clumsy indicating that he was also close.

A couple more thrusts were enough for you to reach your second orgasm, with Kuroo following almost immediately. His fingers tightened on your neck as he let out everything he had before pulling out of you and removing the condom to throw it into a trash can.

You hugged the one with black and white hair that hadn't stopped ramming you at any time in search of his release, your entire body trembled as you struggled to hold on feeling totally overwhelmed by the overstimulation he was causing you.

"Kou, I'm s-still sen-sitive" you said in his ear but all he did was take you to the black-haired man's bed, he threw you on it and then he turned to put you on your knees before pushing your chest against the mattress to re-enter you.

He took his hands to your hips to keep you in place after letting out a grunt when you tried to move, you squeezed the sheets hard and your legs trembled, threatening not to be able to bear much more.

"You look so fucking good right now" He said biting his lip and appreciating how his member fully entered you, his thrusts began to become clumsy just when you felt your third orgasm build.

Your eyes watered, so much pleasure was becoming too much for you, Bokuto leaned over your body sticking his chest to your back with his last thrusts, he squeezed one of your breasts with his hand moaning in your ear to finally reach his own orgasm and you followed him almost instantly.

He held you for a few more seconds while he recovered his breath and then came out of you, once he was completely gone you fell on the bed exhausted, your entire body and your senses were trying to recover, you remained like that for a few seconds until you finally gathered enough strength to turn around, running into Kuroo who was looking at you mockingly, he was wearing pajama pants and his hair seemed to be wet because he decided to take a bath after leaving you with the black and white haired man.

"Tired, huh?"

"Shut up, Roaster head" you said sitting on the bed to scan the floor for your clothes.

"You know? I like you better when you call my name and moan it"

You ignored his comment and got up to pick up your underwear and put it on, followed by your jeans, the only thing you couldn't find was your bra. You walked across the room more than once but it just seemed to have disappeared.

"Are you looking for this maybe?" You raised your head to look at the black-haired man with a smirk on his face and your bra in one of his hands. You rolled your eyes and then approached him and took it, although he tried to push it away to annoy you, you were faster.

"Where is Bokuto? I want to ask him if he can take me home"

"He's taking a shower but he said he's too tired to drive so he's staying" Kuroo replied, throwing himself onto his bed. "You can stay too if you want"

Out of nowhere his tone went back to being for a moment that deep one that penetrated your body making you feel nervous, whichever way you saw it was a bad idea, mainly because the next day you had a class quite early. Even so, your foolish impulsive side thought about it for a moment but you finally refused his offer and decided you would take an uber to your apartment.

After putting on your blouse and picking up your things, you went down to the first floor to go out to meet the car that would take you home. To your bad luck, the driver canceled when you got downstairs.

"You have to be kidding" you snorted and got ready to wait for them to assign you another trip because it was the only option you had left or so you thought until a hand landed on your shoulder scaring you for a second "FUC- oh it's just you Daichi, you scared the hell out of me".

"Sorry I didn't want to scared you... Do you want me to take you home?" You nodded and followed him to his car, which was only a few meters from the entrance of the building where Tetsuro lived.

You both got into the car, the brown-haired man turned on the air conditioning and started driving, your head suddenly felt too heavy so you decided to lean it against the window, you closed your eyes as you were lulled to sleep by the movement of the car in the streets and without realizing you fell asleep.

Since it was quite late there were not many cars on the streets, so Daichi had no problem getting to where you lived, he parked and still wondering why you had been so quiet, his answer came as soon as he saw you, he had to admit that the image had seemed tender to him. He gently touched your shoulder to shake you so he could wake you up.

"We already arrived at your building" sleep was gaining you so much that you barely heard your friend's voice because of how tired you were.

"Just five more minutes, I am very comfortable" Daichi didn't say anything else and you continued with your nap calmly, at least until you felt the door open, almost falling to the ground for not having been able to react in time.

"I bet your bed is also very comfortable" He said trying to convince you to get up so you could go upstairs.

"You're probably right but I'm too tired to move"

"I guess fucking Oikawa, Kuroo and Bokuto must be tiring" your eyes widened at hearing it and you looked up to see him.

"How do you know about that?"

"It was impossible not to hear the moans" you felt your cheeks flush red and you instinctively averted your face, totally embarrassed that he found out about it.

You didn't know but he had been in the living room most of the time, at first waiting for you after Tooru ran out because Iwazumi had told him that his apartment was on fire, he had thought that you would come after that but he gave up on that idea when he listened the moans leave Kuroo's room, so he went down to his car to go home, although he finally ended up waiting for you there when he remembered that you had no way to go to your apartment.

You covered your face with both hands refusing to look at him, he would probably have a very bad image of you now, how were you supposed to look at his face after that. Both of you were silent for a second, he waiting for you to say something and you wanting to disappear at that very moment.

"Y/N"

"You must think the worst of me, don't you?" you asked timidly still refusing to reveal your face.

"Not really, I'm just..." he whispered timidly scratching his neck.

"You just what?" you removed your hands from your face but you still didn't turn to see him, you just put your hands on your knees and stared at the floor of the car, waiting for what he had to say.

"I'm just little jealous of them" his confession echoed through your head, surprising you since it was the last thing you thought might come out of his mouth. Your heart raced and you even began to think that maybe you had misheard, maybe you hadn't even woken up yet and you were just dreaming stupid things.

"Why would you be jealous of them?" you asked still shocked by what he said. Daichi swallowed his insecurities and rested his left arm on the car as he leaned closer to you, you turned to find his face inches from yours and you swallowed nervously.

"Are you really asking me why?" he licked his lips and moved a little closer to you "You really need me to tell you?"

Your brain went blank, it was like you weren't able to think straight because the only thing going through your head was how good your childhood best friend's lips looked right there inches from you, tempting you to continue sinning like you had been doing all night.

"Daichi"

"Huh?"

"Kiss me" he didn't take half a second to do what you asked, his lips pressed against yours and his right hand went to your nape to allow him to deepen the kiss. Your lips parted giving him full access to your mouth where both began to fight for dominance.

You opened the door of your apartment quickly and entered being followed by the brunette who closed it behind him. He approached you to wrap his arms around your body kissing you again in the process, his presence in that state was by far the most dominant you had experienced, which frankly you didn't expect coming from someone like him who had always been good and kind with you, yet it didn't bother you in the slightest.

He got rid of your blouse in one movement, taking the time to enjoy the sight of your breasts up close in that bra that had mesmerized him all night without you noticing. He began to kiss your neck and one of his hands went to your back unfastening your bra without problems, he slid the straps slowly and then let it fall.

"Show me your hands" he demanded, looking into your eyes as he unbuckled his belt, his voice sounded deep and threatening, it fit perfectly with the aura he emanated, it made you want to obey him so you did.

He took off his belt and joined your hands and then tied them tightly making you let out a squeal, it hurt a little but it was exciting enough for you not to care, he raised your hands above your head holding the belt to pull it down and with his other arm around your waist before kissing you again taking the time to savor your lips.

He led you to the sofa where he made you sit down and then spread your legs wide with force, you didn't say anything you were too focused on following all of Daichi's movements, from his hands traveling to the button of your pants to unbuttoning it to his biceps standing out a bit when he yanked it off like it was the easiest thing in the world for him. Later he got rid of your panties leaving you completely naked in front of him and his look full of desire that made you feel small.

He knelt in front of you and then took your legs to put them on his shoulders, now having your wet pussy throbbing every time his breath collided with it, he licked his lips once more and turned for a second to see you, your face screamed despair, you wanted him to do something at once. A smirk rolled from him just before he slumped between your legs like a starving animal.

He made his tongue give a first lick of your pussy causing you to sigh at the contact and your legs tried to close around his head but he didn't care, he continued to give small licks to your clit while one of his fingers entered and left you without piety. You moaned and he increased speed, the sound of your wet cunt in conjunction with the noise caused by the mouth of the brown-haired man sucking your entrance was all that was heard in your apartment, the melodious lust resonating between the four walls of your living room.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" You were only able to repeat that when you felt the tongue of your childhood best friend enter you, you had no idea that just that could make you a disaster but it did. Your breathing was completely irregular and your head couldn't process anything other than the pleasant feeling that was Daichi invading you with his tongue. "Daichi f-fuck me now"

Your sudden request disconcerted him for a second and he separated to look at you, you were trying to regulate your breathing, your hair was a mess and your pupils were completely dilated.

"What did you say?"

"Fuck me, I don't think I can t-take much more so ju-st do it"

He chuckled but decided to listen to you, he carried you on his shoulder to your room and then threw you onto the bed and without giving you time to escape, he tied the belt to the back of the bed as best he could. Your eyes cannot be taken away from him at any time, you watched very well how he removed his shirt, allowing you to appreciate his torso, then he took off his pants and threw them next to your bed.

You swallowed saliva and your eyes widened when you saw his erection, a reaction that internally made the brown-haired ego grow a bit, he had the small insecurity of not being enough compared to the others, however, you easily made him lose that fear.

Your entire body tensed when you saw him take off his boxers and then approach you on the bed, it was as if the moment of truth was looking you straight in the eyes, your legs trembled slightly when he opened them for him just before placing himself in the middle of these causing your heart to race. Daichi took his member with one hand to lead him to your entrance and you wanted to bring your hands to his face but the belt prevented it and you tried to pull to get away but it was impossible.

"If you want something you have to ask" He began to introduce the tip of his cock into you while placing both hands on the sides of your head, you arched your back as he entered fixing your eyes on his, you could never have imagined seeing him like this, on top of you with his dilated pupils and your legs encircling his body. And to be fair to him, it wouldn't have crossed his mind that he would end up with you moaning for him as you fretted over not having your hands free and your lips desperate to meet his.

"Kiss me"

Fulfilling your request, he put his lips together with yours just as he entered as deeply into you as he could, you moaned into his mouth feeling how he came out to reintroduce himself suddenly, your body feels extremely sensitive, so much that with a couple of thrusts you tightened around him as you felt the knot in your stomach build rapidly, he grunted and began to move faster sending you smoothly over the edge.

"Daichi I'm close" you whispered sobbingly against his lips, that prompted him to change position a bit, he moved away from your lips to take the back of your thighs with both hands and press them against your chest allowing him to reach much deeper inside you, reaching your cervix and going against it mercilessly. It made the sound of your bed slamming against the wall every time he lunged fill the entire room and perhaps be heard throughout your entire floor.

He seemed determined to enter you with such force that you thought he was going to break you and the truth is that his eyes were enraptured on your breasts, not even his senses allowed him to concentrate on the amount of force he put into each thrust he gave. Suddenly you couldn't take it anymore and you just cum around him, your legs wanted to close but with him still holding them it was impossible, the pleasure invaded you completely, a small tear slipped down your cheek and the overstimulation became unbearable.

Your fluids covered him completely, making it easier for him to get in and out of you, he really loved how you felt, he could stay that way as long as life allowed him and he wouldn't have any problem doing it, especially if it was accompanied by that beautiful expression of satisfaction that adorned your face.

The search for his own orgasm ended with a couple of thrusts, he stopped and you could feel how he came inside you, filling you completely, making an interesting mixture of his fluids with yours that began to slide from your entrance as soon as he came out of you.

Both were exhausted and trying to catch the breath as you two took the opportunity to look into each other's eyes, later smiling at each other despite the exhaustion. Daichi approached the back of the bed untied the belt and then gave you a tender kiss on the forehead.

The next day you opened your eyes after 10 in the morning without even caring that you had missed one of your classes, your whole body was so sore but it felt good to remember the reason for that pain.

You felt the bed expecting to meet Daichi but there was no one there, because he did care about his classes, not everyone could afford to miss like you. Although you didn't see him, you did notice that on your nightstand there was a note next to a small bag, which contained a morning-after pill that he had responsibly gone to buy for you. On the paper he informed you that he had prepared breakfast and you could look for it in the microwave when you woke up.

"How can he fuck me like a beast and be the sweetest person the next morning?" You asked yourself laughing and then take your cell phone and check the notifications, some interesting notifications.

You could have started losing your savings on a poker night but ended up gaining the attention of those four men, maybe it's true that the world works in mysterious ways.

[kanmom51]

JM Muse Blooming

Concept photos and clip

JM's first concept photos dropped, and what can you say? The man is 🔥🔥

Walking in the Smeraldo flowers garden.

Wearing this belt:

Same belt?

The minute I saw this photo it felt a little familiar.

And then it hit me.

JK's 2D shoot.

Now, I'm no photography expert, but it looks like the same kind of slow exposure technique is used for this photo.

And then we have this:

How far will you go for love

To the moon?

To tell the whole world that you want that one person you love, even if your love may be considered as wrong or ugly to some?

To enlist together, being the first idols EVER to do so?

I guess pretty far.

Yeah yeah, I know not everything is about Jikook. This is JM's album, JM's photo concept, JM's creation. And yes, not everything is about them as a couple. There is definitley plenty that isn't. But with saying that, we have seen, time and time again, referencing, coding and mirroring of one another. Not everything is about them as a couple, but yet, I do believe that some of it is.

And then we have this next photo.

Now really?

If you are sitting there and denying the second you saw the tie you didn't envision this:

then you are lying. Either out right or to yourself.

The tie, the crop top. Even the pose with the shoulder tilt and the lifting of the chin gaze looking down.

Reminds me of someone else that had some mirroring going on and was called a copycat and so much more and worse.

I can assure you that was one among many photos taken in that shoot, and yet, that was the photo chosen by JM.

Third photo.

Besides the fact that JM is beautiful, no need to even state the obvious, we get a few more details from this photo.

First we get the 13 on his cheek.

In the Face shoots he had the studs/thorns and scar under his eye, and now he's proudly wearing the number 13, a number that means so much to him that he has it permanently tattooed on his arm.

His nail art.

In the teaser clip we had the crescent (probably right hand) and now we get two parallel lines. An equal sign perhaps?

We also have a little bit more sharing going on.

I guess Jikook do love to share their outfits and accessories when it comes to these solo shoots specifically.

Another coincidence? I think we are way past the point of believing that it is.

We have shared belts.

Same pants.

Different parts of the same outfit.

Same singlet.

Same necklace.

We also got this message:

ARMY! Who knew a baby chick could be so dangerous? One look at these concept photos and you might have a heart attack 🐥 10 years of this boy and he’s still finding new ways to be beautiful? 🤦‍♀️ 🐣: Is that how you see me?! 💜: Exactly that, yes. Hope you’re all pumped up for another new chapter in our lovely shared story!!

I find a few things curious with this one.

First of all, using the terms "boy" and "beautiful".

JM being an almost 30 yo man choosing the work boy is a little strange here, and knowing that every single thing he does is done with thought, just like the use of the non binary singer emoji for the 30 minute reminder or the tteokbokkibyjk.

And what about the use of the term beautiful, a term usually used as an expression of feminine good looks rather than masculine (not by me, btw, but by many).

Another curious thing I found was the dialogue, and more so, the question asked by JM: "Is that how you see me?!"

Question mark exclamation mark.

Is he asking us if we see him as a boy? Is it about age or gender? If we see him as beautiful? Is this about me overthinking? 🤣🤣

And then we have the clip:

So, JM in the dark, looking away from us.

Then the place lightens up and the camera goes into a close up of JM's face, and he's looking into the camera, or at us.

He's literally looking into my soul.

What to expect?

With JM I think we have gotten used to expecting the unexpected, in the very best way possible.

D-19

[deliciousangelfestival]

The Malicious Daughter Is Back! - 13

Character : Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It's just a business marriage. Bucky thought it would be easy until he encountered the stepsister of his fiancée. She turned his world upside down.

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“You look just like Ophelia.” The way he said it sounded like he was missing the past. Then it clicked for you immediately: Patrick was your mom's ex-boyfriend.

Bucky, tinged with curiosity and something else, asked, “So you're that Patrick that Cassandra mentioned?”

You were flabbergasted, your mouth hanging open in surprise. Realizing that the person in front of you was your mother's ex-lover and the Patrick, your grandma often mentioned was overwhelming. It meant Patrick was deeply engraved in her mind.

Patrick smiled warmly at the familiar name. “Nana Cassie? How is she?”

You responded, “She's fine, but she has dementia.”

The word 'dementia' erased the smile from Patrick's face. He put his hand on his lips, murmuring, “A lot has changed since I left.”

Then, realizing his lapse in manners, he looked at everyone. “How rude of me. Please, sit down.”

“I can't help but ask, did you want to meet me because I'm Ophelia's daughter?” you inquired.

Patrick nodded, his eyes reflecting a deep sadness. “I swore I would never come back to this country. But when I saw the new leader of Velari, and you looked so much like her… I had to.”

You sensed the agony and darkness in his voice every time he mentioned your mom. It was more than you'd ever seen in your father, that jerk. Even at Ophelia's funeral, he hadn’t shed a single tear.

“Seems like you miss her,” you said softly.

“I do. All the time,” Patrick replied, his voice heavy with emotion.

You crossed your arms. “If you loved her, why weren't you with her?”

Patrick looked at you in silence for a moment before taking a sip of the tea provided by the butler. He put down the teacup gently, his fingers tracing the rim.

“Twenty-five years ago, I would have laughed if someone told me I’d be enjoying an expensive tea inside a mansion,” Patrick said, his tone wistful.

You tilted your head, clearly puzzled.

Patrick noticed your confusion and explained, “I was dirt poor. I’m the child of the gardener who used to take care of the flowers at your grandparents' house. Your grandparents were kind enough to let me and my dad stay in the guest house.”

Your eyes widened in surprise at this revelation.

“Your grandfather was strict, a man of action rather than words. Your grandma, Cassie, was an angel. And Ophelia…” Patrick paused, looking out the window, lost in memories.

“She was my first friend, my partner, my soul mate, and the love of my life,” Patrick continued, his voice filled with longing.

He went on to describe how his love story with Ophelia began as a close friendship. They were inseparable, but their love couldn't continue because of their different social statuses.

Your grandfather discovered their relationship and objected fiercely. Being a military man, he didn't hesitate to give Patrick a harsh lesson. Patrick was beaten and kicked out of the house, his body weak and bruised—a clear warning for Ophelia to end the relationship.

Around the same time, the Sinclairs proposed an engagement that would benefit the family business, further complicating things.

Patrick’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as he recounted the painful past. You could feel the depth of his sorrow and the love he still harbored for your mother.

When Ophelia and Jonathan first met, it was a meeting between two vastly different people. Jonathan was cold and reserved, a man of few words. Ophelia, on the other hand, was sweet and timid, unable to say no to her father’s demands. Cassandra, Ophelia’s mother, knew the marriage would be colder than Antarctica, but she couldn’t speak against her husband; his word was absolute.

To cope with the situation, Cassandra began designing clothes and eventually started the fashion line, Velari. She and Ophelia found solace in creating garments, and the small tailor shop they opened became their sanctuary.

Ophelia and Jonathan got married and started a family after you were born. Your existence brought light to Ophelia's life. But one day, Patrick reappeared, determined to rescue Ophelia from her loveless marriage. When your grandfather and Jonathan discovered Patrick’s intentions, they responded violently, nearly killing him.

This incident shattered the already fragile relationship between Ophelia and Jonathan. The marriage became irreparably broken, but Ophelia managed to endure it, thanks to you, Cassandra, and Velari. However, the ultimate betrayal came when she discovered Jonathan’s affair with his secretary, Genevieve, and learned he had a daughter three years younger than you.

This heartbreak, disappointment, and regret devastated Ophelia. She had sacrificed her love for Patrick for a marriage that gave her nothing but pain. If she had fought harder, she could have been with the man who truly loved her.

Ophelia’s death crushed Cassandra with guilt. She blamed herself for not saving her daughter. If she had stood up to her husband and been content with their life, Ophelia might still be alive, happily married to Patrick, who would have been a loving husband and father.

Your grandfather, burdened by his daughter’s death and his wife’s subsequent loss of joy, began to blame himself. The ultimate betrayal came when he discovered that the Sinclairs, his in-laws, had tried to sabotage his business. Jonathan’s actions cost Ophelia her life and nearly destroyed the family business, leading to your grandfather’s heart attack and leaving this world.

After being beaten, Patrick started from the bottom, working tirelessly to earn money. When he finally succeeded, he was devastated to learn that Ophelia had passed away. With nothing left for him in the country, he left for Europe, where he met Rowan Barnes at a business conference, and the two became friends.

When Rowan mentioned that Bucky was getting engaged to the daughter of Sinclair, Patrick immediately warned him not to fully trust them. Recently, Rowan told him that Bucky had canceled the engagement and had become close to another daughter of Sinclair.

Patrick sighed and asked, “What’s the difference between this one and the other?”

Rowan replied, “This is the legitimate daughter who was kicked out by Jonathan.”

The word ‘kicked out’ resonated with Patrick, who had been expelled many times in his youth. He wondered if this first daughter could be Ophelia’s child. But why didn’t she live with her father?

He had so many questions and started asking around. What he discovered broke him and made his blood boil. Though he shared no blood with you, he knew you were Ophelia’s treasure. She had always wanted a daughter.

Patrick looked at you with sorrow and warmth, wondering if he and Ophelia had run away together and married, would they have had a daughter who looked like you?

“I arrived too late. But if you let me, I’ll be the biggest support you could ever ask for,” Patrick said, his voice filled with earnestness.

When he said that, Rowan raised an eyebrow, wondering if you knew who Patrick was. He was one of the most sought-after clients in the investment world, with assets that made investment managers fight to have him as a client.

Patrick’s face lit up when he heard your gratitude. “Thank you.”

You offered, “Do you want to see my grandma? I’m sure she will be happy to meet you.”

Patrick’s eyes softened, and a nostalgic smile spread across his face. “That would be great. I miss her.”

The room was filled with a mixture of relief and anticipation as Patrick’s offer hung in the air, a promise of support and a connection to the past.

Bucky, who had been standing quietly beside you, felt a surge of protectiveness. He didn’t like how Patrick looked at you for too long, feeling jealous. He took your hand in his, his grip firm but gentle, as if to remind Patrick that you weren’t alone.

Patrick noticed this and chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with understanding. “It seems you have a good protector here,” he said, nodding toward Bucky.

You squeezed Bucky’s hand, grateful for his presence. “Yes, I do.”

☎️☎️☎️☎️☎️

After the meeting with Patrick, you learned so many things about your mother that you had never heard from your father. It seemed like she didn’t exist in his mind anymore.

When you got home, you felt like your life had become so much better after meeting Bucky, even though you hadn’t been polite toward him initially. Life works in mysterious ways.

‘Ring.’

You saw the caller ID and rolled your eyes when you realized it was Jonathan.

“What?” you snapped.

“Is this how you address your dad?” Jonathan's voice dripped with disapproval.

You gritted your teeth. The audacity of this man who neglected you and still wanted you to address him politely. “Your majesty, what honor do I have to receive a call from heaven?” you retorted sarcastically.

You could hear his voice grumble on the other end. “I heard you met someone today.”

He meant that someone must be Patrick. “I met so many people today. I also almost got kidnapped. Did you know that?” you shot back, your voice tinged with annoyance.

“Kidnapped? I guess you’re safe because you can answer your phone,” Jonathan replied dismissively.

You sighed, feeling a mix of frustration and anger. “What do you want? I have to bury my abductor in the backyard.”

“Stay away from him,” Jonathan ordered.

You flinched. Why did he say that? Then it clicked. Was your father jealous?

“He’s a great person. I understand why my mother loved him so much,” you said, pushing his buttons.

Your tease hit the mark. “I’m your father. Not him! Remember that!” Jonathan's voice was filled with fury.

The call ended abruptly. You stared at your phone, shaking your head. Sometimes you wondered if you and he were really related.

The apple does fall far from the tree, you thought. Especially with you and Jonathan.

That's what people would think. If one day they heard that you weren’t Jonathan’s natural daughter, they would believe it.

But no. Even if you wished Jonathan wasn’t your father, DNA said otherwise. He was your father. It was the hardest pill you had to swallow every day.

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While I'm ancient-trio-posting, wanna hear a bit about their dynamic?

Hythlodaeus and Hades are old friends, roommates, even. A genuinely mature, established couple. I haven't really thought too far back in time yet, so maybe childhood friends to lovers because no one else in my story has this trope yet. I leave it open-ended for now. What matters is that they're very chill and stable together.

Azem, not-yet-Azem but a mere apprentice of Venat, has a certain secret, harmless to the world, but potentially ranging from laughable, cringy, personally embarrassing to legally punishable, should it be brought in front of the Convocation, like all lies it's doomed to be revealed in time, he already hangs out with one of the Big People and there are talks about Venat's retirement, our little not-yet-Azem feels like he might get recommended, and must find help with his silly secret before that.

Hythlodaeus, Chief of the Bureau of the Architect, has ever been kind and patient with not-yet-Azem's concept submissions, and generally seems like a reliable and open-minded person, so our guy asks for his advice on the matter. Of course he isn't let down, the nitty gritty of it I'll leave for later. The important part: he and Hyth grow closer, and Hades, already being joined at the hip with Hyth, is in on the secret as well. It's just a vulnerability that I use as a means to win over Hades's heart. Be genuine, beg for his help, rely on him, and he's yours.

Venat retires, the new Azem takes the seat, his secret's safe/resolved (forget about it, it's played its role of the glue for our trio), things are chill for a while, the trio grows into a proper throuple, Hades is recommended for the seat of Emet-Selch by both his lovers, but by Azem most ardently (and selfishly: he feels like a white crow among the Convocation and wants another freak on the team. Hades finds it sweet though).

The status quo moves to the known canon where Azem travels a lot, sometimes summons his buddies to his side, he tends to disappear from Amaurot for weeks and months on end, Hyth and Hades are left to themselves, seemingly things are the same as they've always been, but the joy of reuniting with their wayward lover, and the pining when he's gone, is bigger in Hades than Hyth. Of course they, the two mature people holding hands from the beginning of times, don't discuss this.

Azem may not even realize what he's doing- well, ain't that most azems in a nutshell. He just exists, loves his partners, shines for them with equal warmth like sun. It's not that Hyth doesn't like being sunkissed, no, it's Hades who gets a bit too excited, tries to mask that however he can, perhaps HythHades pretend that nothing's changed, but, yknow, subtle cracks. Hades's heart grows more fond due to the time and distance that separate them so often. Of course he's terrified and he sees what this does to the balance of their poly, it's not welcome, but it won't go away.

Enter Hyth's self-esteem issues, and how neatly that weaves into his following sacrifice to bring forth Zodiark. Even though Azem's nowhere to be seen, it's fine, he'll return, it's just a tantrum, the Convocation will forgive him, Hades will be left in good hands, he and Azem seem to be happier without Hyth anyway. (no, no, no, no-) Of course, the latter's left unsaid, only a smile on display and vague words of affirmation for the shellshocked Hades.

Through the sacrifice Hyth drives up his value. He's forever important to Hades now, forever on his mind, his guiding star. I view Hyth's selfless act as selfish too (just as Raha's but he isn't relevant here), a desperate act of a soul not only loving, but desperate for love. Hyth gets what he wanted. In a fucked up way, he's happier as a part of the moon. He never has to contend with the sun again.

[likegoldintheair]

and because i'm greedy, i'm sending you another one (feel free to only do them both if they spark joy though <3) but how about 40 + buddie? 💛

"You know you can always stay, right."

Eddie doesn't phrase it like a question, knows that Buck knows that he's not a guest in this house, that he's never really been one at all. That he has his own set of bedding neatly folded and stacked on a shelf in Eddie's linen closet, along with an old LAFD t-shirt that has definitely seen better days but works perfectly to sleep in. That there's even a toothbrush permanently taking up space next to Eddie's on the bathroom sink.

"I know," Buck sighs, shrugging on his jacket, looking longingly at the couch where they'd been sat just moments ago, and then back at Eddie. The longing look is still there, turning slightly apologetic, as he says, "but I got-"

"You got important uncle duties in the morning." Eddie fills in, voice gentle as he continues, "I know."

"Nsxt time?"

"Next time."

"Next time." Buck echoes, looking like he's going to say something else, but then he nods, says, "I should, uh, I should probably get going."

"Buck?"

Buck doesn't say anything, just tilts his head a little, face open and hopeful as he waits for Eddie to continue, and Eddie kind of just- breaks a little bit in the best possible way. He takes a deep breath, and then he's closing the small distance between himself and Buck, hands reaching up to gently, carefully cradle Buck's face. Then, before he can think twice about it, he's pulling Buck down (and isn't that thrilling in and of itself, that he has to pull him down towards him) into a kiss.

It's an impulsive thing, absolutely. But it's also been months, if not years, of Eddie embarrassingly often daydreaming about what it would feel like.

What Buck would taste like.

None of those daydreams, or anything Eddie could have ever imagined, compare to the real thing, though. Kissing Buck, and having Buck enthusiastically kiss him back, is - it's everything.

It's the whole world both expanding beyond the furtest corners of the universe and zeroing in on every point of contact where Buck and Eddie are touching, all at the same time. It's like every kiss, every touch, ignites a tiny spark that shoots throughout Eddie's body, setting him alight from within. He's burning up and yet he craves more, suddenly wondering how he could have lived his whole life up until this point without Buck's hands on his hips, his tongue in his mouth, his soft curls between his fingers.

When they break away, they're both panting, chests heaving from it and when Buck lets a small laugh escape his mouth, Eddie can't help but join in.

"This was a nice surprise." Buck says eventually, laughter still lacing his voice, eyes bright and cheeks flushed. "I-I, uh, I kind of wanted that to happen for a really long time, actually."

"Me, too," Eddie breathes, feeling like he might actually burst open from the sheer amount of happiness coursing through him. "I just... I couldn't- didn't want you to leave again without having done that."

"I'm glad you didn't"

"Me, too." Eddie says softly, thumb brushing against Buck's lower lip. He wants to kiss him again, wants to crawl inside Buck completely, and hide away in the space where their bodies touch. "Hey, Buck."

"Yeah?"

"You don't have to stay on the couch ever again, if you don't want to." Eddie drags his gaze from Buck's lips, his heart stuttering slightly when their eyes meet. "In fact, we should throw the whole thing away."

Buck laughs at that, a bright, carefree thing, and Eddie swears he's never looked more beautiful. Happiness suits him. He can't help but pull Buck down again, pressing their mouths together, neither of them able to contain their smiles. Eddie doesn't mind at all. Kissing Buck, teeth and all, is still the best thing he's ever done.

[eclecticmiasma]

Hello! Good evening!

I haven’t been able to stop thinking about Mithrun and I had a small scenario pop up in my head, and it would be lovely to see your vision on how this would play out, please and thank you 💕:

AFAB!Elf!reader is a member of the canaries, very soft spoken and rather kind. The nicest, most likely. Against her better judgement she’s down bad for the captain and everyone else is like “pls no I’d rather you not”. (She can fix him/jk)

Mithrun realizes she has feelings for him and in a very subtle way treats her a little more gentle than the others. Lets her spoil him a tiny bit more. Listens to her a bit more.

Reader can only hope one day maybe…just maybe…the captain can show a little interest in her too 🥺 and is oblivious that he lets her get away with a little more than others

Just very soft feelings all over

I won't spoil it for those who haven't read the manga, but there are instances where we see Mithrun treat Kabru rather favorably and opening up in great detail about his past. In a side story, we also see that younger Mithrun cared for the other canaries quite a bit. I imagine that even without his desires, Mithrun would appreciate care shown to him in his own Mithrun-y way.

SFW

Mithrun might be adverse to you at first, because when he really looks inward you remind him of his younger self.

However, Mithrun would soon come to see that you don't have the same...pitfalls in your personality that brought him where he is today. He might even come to somewhat admire your ability to stay genuinely kind in a world like theirs.

The other canaries start to notice that you have a much easier time getting their leader to take an ounce of care in his own well-being than any of them ever have. Some of them think it's entertaining while others (Pattadol) think the favoritism is unnacceptable.

Cithis might tease him about it if you aren't around, "We don't want to worry poor [y/n] by getting all dehydrated now, do we captain?"

Even the mention of your name is enough to motivate Mithrun, though you remain completely unaware. In your mind, the captain regards you as nothing more than a subordinate.

You don't notice the way his good eye trains on you as you talk about life before the canaries. You don't realize how fast he falls asleep when you're near. The magnitude of the fact that one night he voluntarily tells you a story about when he and his brother were children slips by you completely.

Pattadol is the only one to ever bring it up to you directly, and you truly have no idea what she's talking about. None of the others help her either, preferring to sit back and watch how her face reddens with frustration.

Mithrun isn't oblivious to the situation, however. He knows that there's something about you that...calms him, at the very least. He's sharp enough to know that you feel the same way about him, perhaps even stronger.

He likes having you around. It's not something he wants when you're gone, but it's something he enjoys while you're there. Because he knows you have some type of feelings for him, he indulges you at every turn. He even lets you wash his back and massage the scarred tissue built at the tips of his ears- though you're terribly relieved he can't see the heat rising on your cheeks as you do so.

One day, long long after the dungeoneering is done, perhaps you might even be able to help Mithrun find his desires, find himself again.

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Made With Love

toji x reader

tags: fluff, minor angst, toji's own version of the bakery girl

i think we all need soft toji in our lives! ^ - ^

toji isn't soft. he is actually the complete opposite of it. he's big, gruff, has nasty scars on his body, his hands are rough and calloused from years of fighting and killing for money. his dark eyes are sharp, lips downturned into a frown automatically. in other words, he's not used to gentleness, kindness, sweet things.

so if someone saw him lurking outside the cute little bakery that opened up a few months ago, he wouldn't even have an answer. toji isn't soft, but he is curious. that curiosity only gets him so far though, considering he's never been inside said bakery, until today. call it stupidity, bravery, or just plain irrelevant, but he almost feels this pull, like he's on the other end of a magnet.

the opposing end isn't the bakery that's pulling him in, it's you.

it's early, he knows. you've only just opened shop and maybe he should've came when there was other people so he could blend it, so your eyes wouldn't be so fixated on him. for a split moment he dares look up to you. it's a mistake, he thinks, so he looks back down at the array of pastries demonstrated in front of him under a soft, warm lighting. lo-fi music plays in the background and the air feels cozy, home-like. it's strange.

"just looking." is all he mutters, hands in the pockets of the sweats he's worn one too many times.

you smile, he can't see it but he can feel it. standing behind the counter, you embrace nothing more than complete serenity, friendliness, kindness, softness. "is there anything in particular you are looking for? we have many options and it could be a little overwhelming." god, even your voice is perfect.

he stiffly clears his throat. "no thanks." and you nod. he realizes that this is extremely awkward. what is he supposed to say? he wasn't actually planning on buying anything, not like he could if he wanted to anyways.

"well, these few are our best sellers." you gesture to the first row. didn't he say he was just looking and that he didn't need help? or were you just that perceptive to see his internal struggle? "the second row has our custard filling, the third has jelly and chocolate." and so you begin explaining each pastry to him as if it's some sort of out of this world concept, like it genuinely interests you talking about stupid sweets.

speaking of sweets, he thinks it all looks the same. he holds back a grimace just imagining how sweet they are, some littered with powder and others with drizzling of sorts, some with both. "you got any plain stuff?" he says, finally finding the courage to look back at you, and much to his dismay, you were already looking at him.

a soft chuckle escapes your lips. "plain? you mean boring?"

you think you're so funny, don't you? he simply raises an eyebrow, head tilting ever so slightly. "sure, boring."

your smile feels infectious and he fights back the strange fluttering in his stomach. he knows what it is, of course, hell, he had a wife and a son. but the feeling alone scares him. nope, nope, nope. not again.

"don't have much of a sweet tooth, do you?" you ask, grabbing a cute little pink box, custom decorated to represent your logo. he barely shrugs a shoulder. "interesting, you might be the first to come into a bakery and demand something that isn't sweet."

"only one." he replies back (because that's all he has money for, already dreading having to watch you count his coins), watching your delicate fingers reach in with a pink set of tongs. jesus christ, just how many pink things did you have.

you hum in response, eye flickering up over the counter to him. "you know, this is your first time actually coming inside, isn't it? i was beginning to think you just had a loitering problem."

his brows furrow, stoic demeanor breaking for a quick second. you noticed him? he doesn't know if he should be embarrassed, flattered or weirded out that you were watching him, while he watched you. but he plays it off. "decided to bite the bullet today, see if it's worth the rave."

you chuckle and he starts to melt. god damn you. "definitely is." you finish packing the box up and he sees that you've given him one from every row. sealing the box with a cute little sticker that says 'made with love', you grab a pen and draw a heart on the top of it. you walk to the register and he follows stiffly, placing the box down. "we strive to give our customers the best of the best. but it's out secret ingredient that keeps people coming back."

he raises an eyebrow again. "secret ingredient?"

you hum and nod with a smile. "would you like to know what it is?"

he hesitates, suddenly inhaling a deep breath. with a nod, he grumbles. "sure."

and you lean in closer, as if getting ready to share him a top secret, even looking around, when the place is empty except for you two. bringing a hand to cup around your mouth, you whisper. "love."

he's not amused, thinking your response is quite corny. but when you giggle, eyes crinkling at the corners, he almost feels like smiling with you. he doesn't, but he'll play along. "love?"

"love." you say with finality. "lots and lots of it, deep love, intense love." this playful banter warms his chest, he thinks it shouldn't. "and this," you tap the box. "i made it with extra love." your eyebrow raises, head tilting.

his eyes scrutinize your face, looking for any sort of double intentions. why are you so nice? and why are you so nice to him? he should be disgusted, really. he should scoff and walk away, glaring at you like you're the most stupidest person ever. but he just can't bring himself to. because toji is smart, he can read people well, and all he can see on that cute face of yours is just....genuine happiness. he wonders if he's jealous you can just spread positivity and warmness without thinking twice.

you're dangerous.

after the silence, you slide the box to him. "on the house."

he huffs. "i'm not a charity case."

"who says you are?"

"you're giving me free food, what else do you call that?

"uh, i don't know, being a good person?" you huff a laugh through your nostrils. "think of it as a trial run, so next time, you won't be disappointed. not like that would be possible in the first place since they taste wonderful."

he's quiet and still, not sure what to do. someone handing him free food can be both a blessing and a curse? could you tell he looked raggedy? didn't have much, if any, money to his name. but the longer he stares at your face, the more he feels himself giving in.

just like a magnet.

slowly, he takes the box, as if expecting you'll say you were joking. it feels light in his hands, weird, foreign. should he thank you?

but no matter what, you continue smiling at him like he hung the stars for you. "enjoy my love, you'll want to come back for more."

you're witty, and pretty damn adorable. he nods, gulping down the lump in his throat. is he seriously getting emotional over this? "we'll see."

and just like that, he turns around to leave. as he walks down the sidewalk, his hands clutch the box tighter, holding it closer to his chest. looking down at your dumb heart you draw, his own stutters, breathing getting a little heavier.

toji isn’t soft, but he likes soft things, soft people. so maybe this is why the box feels comforting to him. like a streak of paint in his dull world. like an ice cream on a hot, summer day. like a kiss under the moonlight. like dancing in the rain with someone you love.

love. made with love. you gave him your love for free, and for that, he huffs a chuckle (?) through his nostrils. there goes that all too familiar flutter again. you know, a small part of him hopes he can taste this "love" you made these with, hopes that your love can pour into him, help him, save him.

but he's not sure if he wants to be saved yet.

[unsoundedcomic]

When exactly did "The Man" go into the khert and do all this stuff?

It's not relevant. While the creation of Sette and Jac (as a concept, with a set number of iterations) has some temporal relevance, the alteration to the khert was in execution an alteration to all of the world and humanity. The date of the alteration isn't important because the alteration altered the entire instantiation. It did not create a branching timeline. It replaced the timeline.

I feel it's important to be very loose with this stuff because I don't want a readership that's been following for 2000 pages to have to suddenly try to keep track of dates or alternate histories. I let Lady Ilganyag tell her story to Sette in very simple language with all the corners rounded off. That was for the reader, too. The mechanics are there - as far as I can tell they work just fine within this system - and we can talk about them here, if you want, but they're not really what I'd have a reader take away from this. What really gets my juices flowing is the idea of a human being getting into the gears of the world and thinking he can manifest his religion. It's a mega blown up version of Sette papering over her crappy trauma with make-believe.

And meanwhile this ancient harpie is over in the corner shuffling her talons and saying, uh, maybe don't, but no one's going to listen to her. She stands around watching the grass grow and thinks that's magical. Humans don't got time for natural selection!

I also really was charmed by the idea of someone making that giant change, carrying out this great humanitarian enterprise that he believed would evolve his peoples towards immortality, and then completely forgetting he did it because he boneheadedly also changed himself. And none of it even worked! It's a tragedy but also ridiculous but also kind of terrifying. He wrote over his original self. In trying to save everyone he loved and whose souls he wanted to see again, he obliterated all of them with new versions. Maybe some of them are identical, but it doesn't even matter. And he doesn't even know he did it. No one in existence even knows it ever happened but Lady Ilganyag.

It's spooky. But only if you think about it too hard.

[spacerockfloater]

hi! i noticed you learnt about what ryan condal said regarding blood and cheese. it was…something. i would like to know your thoughts on the matter. though it would be completely understandable if you need sometime to gather them together or if you would rather not at all! thank you and bye!

Hello beloved, thank you so much for asking me! I’d love to share my opinion!

If anyone’s wondering, @rhaenelle is referring to this interview where Ryan Condal essentially says he believes that Blood & Cheese’s brutality and heinousness was exaggerated by the Greens in a propagandistic attempt to convince their subjects that Rhaenyra and Daemon are the worst villains ever born, hence why he toned the event down; to show us what he thinks is the accurate version of Jaehaerys’ murder.

Now, I am aware that Condal had already warned us that HOTD was going to be a feminist retelling of the events of F&B, which practically means that his plan has always been to whitewash the everlasting fuck out of Rhaenyra. So what do I think about this?

Well, for starters, I think that Ryan Condal is an excellent businessman. He knows what kind of tropes are going to make the audience engage with his show. He understands that people need a hero to cheer for and a villain to hate, therefore he removed the moral ambiguity from all of the characters and divided them into two categories: the Blacks, enlightened revolutionaries full of passion, deserving of admiration and correct in everything they do, and the Greens, pious fools with a moral superiority complex who are stack in the ways of the past and commit despicable crimes. The average viewer does not possess the intelligence to comprehend that both parties have their good and bad moments, and that they’re both correct in fighting for what each believes is rightfully theirs. Simultaneously, he benefits from the modern trends that want women in media to take revenge when they are wronged and emerge as triumphant girlbosses, because of course a white upper class woman’s suffering in a western world (or Westeros) society has everything to do with her gender and nothing to do with her personality or decisions (even if this works solely for Rhaenyra, because Alicent seems to be held accountable for every single one of her actions). Finally, it is obvious that Condal is trying to appease disgruntled Daenerys fans, so he has rebuilt Rhaenyra into this tortured martyr that wishes to change the world for the better in an attempt to make her resemble her great granddaughter six times removed.

For all of these reasons, I find it very logical that he is going out of his way to minimise the tragedy the Greens experience. It just doesn’t make Rhaenyra look good and honestly, who wants that? The producers saw how unhappy Danny’s stans were when they made her lose her shit; they’re not going to make the same mistake twice. They don’t want their show to tank like the last season of GOT did, so they’ll do everything in their power to keep the audience happy. And it’s working! What’s the last thing Condal says in this clip? “You kinda start rooting for [Blood and Cheese]!” and boy oh boy, the TB stans sure do! Literally hundreds of memes that rejoiced at Jaehaerys’ death were posted on X this week, with tens of thousands of likes. But when Lucerys died, it was presented as the most foul thing to ever happen in the ASOIAF universe. It is the TB supporters that dictate which child murder is good and which is bad, and that decision usually depends on which child came out Rhaenyra’s womb, not let’s say, the fact that one kid was a toddler that could barely walk, while the other was a teenager that laughed at the disabled person he mutilated himself.

It’s all just marketing

That being said, I want to clarify that I understand why Condal and the HOTD producers do what they do, but being a good entrepreneur does not necessarily make you a literary genius. Now, I’m not gonna explain why stripping Rhaenyra off of every character trait that made her interesting is a bad decision and that in their attempt to remove the blame from her so that they can elevate her as this righteous patron of feminism, they’re accidentally removing all of her agency and turning her simply into a victim, because I have a whole blog dedicated to that. But let’s just say that presenting Rhaenyra as this sexually liberated idol that’s incapable of evil, when in fact she’s an entitled aristocrat who’s completely at the mercy of men around her, from her father to her husbuncle, is the most performative activism move ever pulled in recent TV history, as well as pushing the narrative that Alicent suffers from internalised misogyny because duh, a woman can only be good and a feminist if she supports Rhaenyra, not when she pursues her own interests.

Ultimately, I think we just have to accept that this show is not meant for TG fans. We are not going to find any satisfaction in it. Everything that was unique and admirable about the Greens in the book has vanished. Their family dynamic is fucked up, Alicent’s children hate her, Aegon and Halaena cannot stand one another, Alicent is constantly a victim and never someone that chases her own ambitions, Halaena is very vague, Aemond appears to be more angsty than angry, Aegon is a stupid rapist, Jaehaerys’ death was turned into a mockery, Alicole was weaponised in order to make us shit on Alicent and Criston even more and so on. This show barely caters to us because we’re not making them any money.

The reason that there are more TB than TG stans is because (I’m gonna get so much fucking hate for this) most people who watch TV are fucking morons. I swear, when F&B came out 6 years ago, no one gave a flying fuck about Rhaenyra, because we all understood that everyone involved in the Dance of the Dragons was fucked up in their own way and that the message of this story, just like the general message of ASOIAF, is that nobody deserves to sit on that fucking throne. We were all in agreement about that. But then this fucking show came along and all the oblivious simpletons that swallowed whatever the producers shoved down their throats, grabbed the book and decided that “Woah, this book is obviously a critique on patriarchy and Rhaenyra is obviously the victim of the story”! As if GRRM, the man who said that he doesn’t sit down and think “Oh, I’m going to write a woman now” but instead he believes women to be people just like men, with complex personalities, would ever do that. And they just can’t believe that it is possible for book!Rhaenyra to be an evil racist classist full of entitlement! Surely it must be because the Greens are rewriting history! There’s no way GRRM, the man that created Cersei fucking Lannister, would ever make a female character that’s vicious and crazy just because she feels like it! Y’all need to sit down for a moment. I say this as a radical feminist that supports the 4B movement: you’re projecting your own ideas onto George’s work. Not all the media we consume has to reflect our ideologies, but if you think that it has to, then this book isn’t the anti misogynistic masterpiece you wish it was.

Like, when it comes to F&B, I am firmly anti Targaryen and did not wish for any side to win. I wanted them all wiped out to be honest. But when it comes to HOTD, I’m TG basically out of spite at this point.

All in all, I just think that things are going to go downhill for us from this point on. They’ll just keep glorifying the Blacks until the very end.

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One

“Hi, Eddie.”

Eddie gives a lopsided smile, digging the ends of his fingers as far as they will go into the too small pockets of his too skinny jeans. It’s kind of endearing, the way he rocks back and forth on his heels like that. He can’t stay still for even a second.

“Harrington.”

Steve’s...he doesn’t like that, “I think you can call me Steve, you know, after...everything.”

“After you pretty much saved my life, you mean.”

Steve rubs at the back of his neck, “yeah, well, I just wanted to make sure, you know, everything is good with you now?” Steve hasn't really had the chance to check; and Eddie might not be his Omega, or anything, but he still kind of feels responsible. Eddie was in a bad way when Billy brought the guy over, and Steve hasn't exactly stopped worrying about the whole thing just yet. Checking in with Eddie will hopefully sooth his overprotective Alpha.

“Am I in need of your penis, you mean?”

“What? No! No, that’s not what I-”

But Eddie’s laughing, “cool your jets stud, I’m just messing with you,” Eddie gives him a soft smile. One that he seems to actually put the effort in with, making sure Steve knows it’s a sincere one. No hard feelings. All of that stuff. “I’m fine. Everything is fine. Thank you for what you did it was...cool of you.”

Steve scuffs his shoe on the floor, “was hardly a chore,” he mumbles. Knotting an Omega is always good, knotting an Omega in heat is always fucking fantastic...and Eddie Munson? With Billy Hargrove’s scent mixed in? Both of them under him, in his bed? Well...Steve’s not even twenty one, and he’s pretty sure his sexual experience just hit it’s peak.

Bit of a depressing thought really, knowing he’s never going to top that.

“Oh ohhhh,” Eddie hums under his breath, like they’re in trouble. Steve finally looks up to see what Eddie means and...Billy’s there. Watching them. A spectacular scowl on his face. Eddie sighs, “better go deal with that,” he says, as Billy turns and stalks away.

“Is he...what’s he mad about? Are you guys...okay?” Steve’s probably prying, but he can’t help it. As spectacular as his memories of that night are, they’re all tinged with a little guilt; he fucked another dudes boyfriend, and not under what he would call the best circumstances. He can imagine how stung Billy is by the whole thing.

“Don’t worry, I’m very familiar with the many scowls of Billy Hargrove. That, my liege, was scowl number four hundred and seventy two; I saved my boyfriends life by getting him stuck on an Alphas knot, and now that my boyfriend has finally experienced the aforementioned knot, he’s going to leave me for the next convenient knot.”

Steve flounders for a second trying to follow what Eddie just said and finally sticks on a couple of key factors, “first time...and leaving him? That was the first time? What? Ever? Are you guys breaking up-”

Eddie rolls his eyes, “if only you were half as smart as you are pretty.”

“I...what?” Steve’s lost now. Was that Eddie’s first time...ever? With an Alpha? Are they breaking up? Eddie thinks Steve is pretty?

“Look, though, on a more serious note, I’ve no intention of breaking up with Billy...I do love him, you know. But that means...this is probably going to happen again, at some point. And congratulations Steve, because you have just become the Alpha I trust the most in the world by a factor of like, a billion, so...would you be up for doing it again?”

“Again?” Steve asks weakly, feeling like he’s lost all sense and direction with this conversation.

“Look, just think about it, okay, no pressure. I need to go and wrangle my grumpy Omega, and we’ll talk later, okay?”

“Okay,” Steve just about manages, as he watches Eddie walk away.

[thehighladywrites]

Hiiii love <3

Hmmm, I have a question too!!

Do you think bimbo!reader was ever shy or nervous to ride Azriel when they first started dating. In fear of her not being good at it? Or do you think she’s always had that confidence!🤔

i don’t think she was tbhh. when i write for bimbo, i see someone confident who is so far away from the worlds insecurities that she doesn’t think about if she’s good or not.

bimbo does stuff and always thinks she does them perfectly. If she’s picking an outfit, perfect. if she’s choosing a restaurant to eat at, perfect. if she’s fucking on top of azriel, absolute perfection.

bimbo is so confident in herself and has never once doubted herself because of the way she was raised. Her parents are sweethearts like literal angels who support her through everything.

Her daddy spoils her rotten but still keeps her humble and kind. Her mommy is her guide throughout life and makes sure she knows her value.

Bimbo has never felt insecurity bc she has never been around it and has never heard of it, that’s why she does crazy shit in public and doesn’t get why azriel shy’s away.

When it comes to sex, i imagine that bimbo has never been in a super serious relationship like the one she’s in rn. The only one she was in before Azriel, was her bum boyfriend in the first chapters. But sex comes naturally to her, she didn’t enjoy it so much w her old bf but she loves it with azriel because she is inlove with him and she knows he loves her back.

Bimbo learned all sex stuff either from the internet or from fanfictions, and yes she reads fanfiction. This girl will lie in her stupidly huge and fluffy bed, read ghost and könig fanfics and giggle and kick her feet. So whatever she sees in fanfics, she asks az to recreate. She even sends him some links sometimes of shit she wants to try, she’s really experimental fr

[dreamerdeity]

FICS FOR GAZA: Keira's Fundraising Event

"Are you really building a fort without me?"

Gojo's offended voice reverberates down the stairs as he descends them. he's pouting, a throw pillow tucked securely under his arm like a drowsy child as he crosses the room toward your sulking figure. he halts just in front of you with his free hand resting loosely on his hip. Gojo was tired from the day's exertions, yes, but he was also way too stubborn to allow you to sleep on the couch when you could literally be tangled up in bed with him right now. you were just as stubborn as your man, though. birds of a feather flock together, or whatever. 

So you attempt to ignore him, huffing under your breath and letting his... rhetorical question hang in the air. you're comfortably submerged under the cozy mountain of blankets and pillows you had arranged for yourself, your face and a singular arm the only parts of you peeking past the mess of fleece and cotton, and so despite the circumstances that led you here, you were feeling quite cozy and the last thing you wanted was to humor the giant white-haired, pouty man in front of you. Gojo notes his attempt at lightening the mood has fallen onto deaf ears, and he bites his lip as he stares intently at your closed eyelids like he's about to call upon some mysterious telekinetic ability within him to get them to open against your will. 

The scrutinizing inspection irks you even further, and you finally whip your head in his direction, scowl on your face. 

"What?" 

Gojo blinks at you for a moment, lips curving deeper down at your tone. 

"I'm actually going to die if you don't come to bed with me," he says in the most matter of factly tone you'd ever heard. "Touch," and grabs your hand, bringing it up to press against his chest. "My heart is palpitating and it's all your fault." 

The theatrical manner by which he enunciates his words and gently tugs at your hand make it difficult to stay mad at him. he was cute when he was obnoxious... and to be fair, you kind of feel bad for sulking this long, because you know that under all the dramatics and nonchalance, he's probably actually about to cry. 

But before you can respond, he drops your hand and perks up as if a light bulb had just illuminated itself somewhere within his head. 

"Hold on..." He trails off, staring into the distance. 

"What's up with you?" You eye him like he was crazy, and that might not be too far from the truth with the way he practically went through the seven stages of grief in the span of the five minutes he's been standing over you. 

Ignoring you, he circles the couch and makes out of the living room, disappearing down the stairs. you hear the loud clanking of metal and junk, figuring he's probably somewhere in the basement rummaging through old shit you haven't used since you moved in with him. for the second time tonight, you wonder what the hell is up with him, and what in the world he could possibly be doing. 

At some point as you await his return with disgruntled grumbles, you feel your eyelids getting heavy. then on the verge of passing out, rhythmic footsteps start making their way up the stairs. 

Gojo stumbles into the living room with a sleeping bag hooked under one arm and a terribly dusty tennis racket under the other. he lets out a sneeze, then another, making his way over to your drowsy, confused, and still mad figure.

"You wouldn't believe how much junk is buried in that basement. Look at this," he waves the dusty tennis racket in your face, and you pull the blankets over your head. "Why do we have a tennis racket anyway? Neither of us knows how to play."

"You bought it." You deadpan against the cushions, though your snappy tone is laden with endearment. 

Gojo knows you're right, playing stupid anyway, just to prolong this conversation because at least whatever this is is better than the silent treatment.

"I forgor." He deadpans back. 

"No you didn't... and stop saying 'I forgor'. It's weird. You're 27."

With a shrug, he begins to lay out the sleeping back on the floor just beside the couch you're curled up on, as if what he was doing was the most obvious and normal thing to do when one's partner leaves the bed for the couch. "Yuji said its what the kids say these days. Instagram meme culture and whatnot."

oh god. you grimace at that. "It's not funny."

"It's not?" Gojo murmurs as he gets under his dusty, little five-years-unused sleeping back, letting out a yawn. Up until now, you hadn't commented on this whole scene before you, and Gojo practically read your thoughts, because the next thing he does is turn on his side, extend his hand toward your own, and look up at you as if he's mulling something over in his head.

"Listen, I'm sorry. Really. I know I'm an idiot, but can you stop being mad at me? Please? And before you start with your shit, yes, I'm spending the night here," he mumbles softly, voice smooth and gentle but free of its previous light-heartedness. Gojo's never been good with words, but when he gets like this--quiet and soft and mumbly and barely audible as he avoids your gaze and turns it to the seemingly very interesting potted plants on the windowsill--you know he means every syllable that tumbles past his lips.

so you turn to peer down at him from the couch, squeezing his hand in yours and studying his face with the ghost of a smile.

"I know you are." you murmur back. you're not sure if you're responding to his apology or to his latter proclamation of sleeping here with you in the living room, but you know he understands what you mean, because he smiles back and sits up just enough to crane his neck and peck you on the cheek, before plopping back down in his place and closing his eyes.

request: hellooo! for the fics for gaza event, could i please request gojo with his s/o after an argument? thank you sm :D. proof of my donation is below as well. [REDACTED] have a great day :)

[aziraphales-library]

Can your recommend fics featuring one of them trying to psych himself up to hold the others hand? Rated E fics are more than welcome!

Here are some fics like that...

seeking hands by thursdayinspace (G)

Crowley has never thought much about hands before. Maybe they hold answers to questions he had never dared to ask.

Put Your Hand in Mine by TiredWerewolf (G)

"Crowley lets his mind wander back to the beginning, to those first stars, to the feel of the angel’s presence next to him. How would it have felt, he wonders, to have taken that perfect hand in his? Just the two of them, joined together in an expansive, endless universe." A fluffy Christmas one-shot, featuring a cold, pining demon and a soft, warm angel.

Serenity; Oblivion. by Shaleschnueffler (G)

Roughly thirty-three minutes ago in a bookshop in London’s Soho, a demon fell asleep on the shoulder of an angel.

The Art and Science of Tempting an Angel (to Holding Hands) by routa (G)

The days after the Armageddon't were going smoothly. Crowley and Aziraphale were free to keep doing what they were doing, for the most part – enjoying the world and gravitating towards each other’s company. It was all Crowley had wanted ever since he had been handed that infernal basket with a baby in it. If he was completely honest with himself, it was all he had wanted for a very long time, actually. Except now there was an addition to the list of things he wanted. And it had to do with the thoughts he had been thinking for one nice moment on that awful day in Tadfield airbase. Aziraphale had been holding his hand, and it had been nice, nice enough that Crowley wanted it to happen again.

What You Two Need by kaliawai512 (T)

Aziraphale is sitting next to Crowley on the sofa, and now Crowley kind of wants to lean into his side. Aziraphale would love him to do exactly that. This would be a lot simpler if they could just figure out how to ask for what they want. (Or: an angel and a demon come up with separate, convoluted plans to reach the exact same goal.) (Or: Crowley introduces Aziraphale to modern cinema and accidentally changes the trajectory of their entire lives.)

Three Years, Three Weeks, Three Days… by sheendav (E)

In the aftermath of The Second Coming, and a second end of the world, Crowley is moving his last box out of the Bentley and towards his and Aziraphale's new cottage in the South Downs... The rest of their lives is waiting inside... But he just can't seem to walk his feet forward those final few steps...

- Mod D