#been meaning to get to them for a while now lol...

[jyunhology]

eager to please ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖ csn (m)

summary: san’s tired from rehearsals, tired from the concert, but he’s never tired to please his pretty angel.

a/n: oh we getting freaky in here. also i think this was the first ever thing i’ve written after stanning ateez lol so my writing here might be a bit lacklustre as it’s from 2024 :”) also if you’re a minor please dont interact with my work, thanks.

wc: 2.4k

warnings: MINORS FUCK OFF!!!! soft dom!san, sub!reader, oral (f! receiving) / cunnilingus, lots of praise, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart, princess), a bit of feet but it’s not sexual? reader is just showing off her pedi, san is just so sweet and so soft :(((

Exhausted was an understatement to how the boys felt, especially after a long show they’ve done for the night. They loved their fans, but with the back-to-back shows lately, it was wearing them a little thin even if they don’t always show it.

It wasn’t difficult to feel a tad bit left out, too, subjected to the tireless assignments given to you by your professors and having no chance to visit and support your boyfriend tonight at their show, given that it was one of the last few ones.

But you vowed to finish it before this tour ends — you could never pass up seeing San killing the stage like you’ve seen in videos and on television, anyway.

“Okay, we decided by lots that I’ll shower first.” Wooyoung grins and the rest of them only roll their eyes in feigned annoyance, retiring to their rooms one by one while some stayed outside to get late night snacks.

Don’t take too long! One of the members shout back and Wooyoung only replies with a cheeky Okay! Though, San’s main mission was just to see you, opening the door to you still focused on your essay late into the night. 

With papers strewn around you, your glasses almost slipping off your face and your eyelids struggling to stay open, San thinks you look the most beautiful.

Stressed, yes, but also in the rawest state he can find you in; defying all the mean comments that jealous fans may have directed to you, defying all the articles the paparazzi accounts can’t resist writing about you. 

“Baby? How’s the essay?” San asks, but there’s no reply as he shuts the door and gently lays down his duffel bag, noticing how he can faintly hear the music, his music playing from your headphones and he laughs softly to himself. He manages to catch your attention soon enough when the bed dips from his weight, sitting at the foot of the bed.

“Hey, hello?” He laughs to himself again when you squint at the tab you’ve got open on your laptop before jumping at the mysterious man sitting in front of you, swallowing your scream once you realise it’s your boyfriend. “You’ve really got to stop looking so closely a—”

“San!” You scream a little too loud for 2 AM, but he doesn’t care when you drop everything you’re doing to leap forward into his waiting arms, smile wide at having finally seen your boyfriend after this harrowing night. For the moment, your work can wait, forgotten from your mind as you pull away, rejuvenated.

“Oof— someone’s excited to see me.”

“And why wouldn’t I be?” Your lover only hums in thought.

“Maybe because I’ve been sweating for the past three hours?”

You stifle a laugh, “Well. Okay, you’re not wrong there. But you feel pretty clean now probably due to the ride back, so I’m not really complaining.”

San’s expression softens just a little at that, knowing how particular you were with cleanliness and yet—

“Plus, it’s been an annoying night...” All he can do in the midst of his admiration is a small pout at your struggles, letting you rant to him about outdated sources, the taxing word limit, the funny TikToks you got distracted by.

And hell, you were glad San was the last of the lots pulled to shower because one thing leads to the next and before you know it, you’re letting his eyes rake over your from the foot of the bed while you show him the pedicure you offered up your feet for.

“She’s pretty good, huh?” You wiggle your free foot as you glance at the little designs your friend did for you on the other — preparing to open her nail salon — but San doesn’t really pay much attention to your words nor the cute colours of the pedicure.

“Yeah... I guess she is...” He trails off, fingers set on sending thrills up your body instead as they travel up your calves and to your knees.

With as much mettle you can muster, you just pass it off as San needing contact with your skin (the clingy mornings are enough for you to know) and try to ignore the sparks that he leaves.

But for San, that’s as far as his hands can go, so he releases your legs and opts instead to hover over you while you’re still gushing about the pedicure.

“—And I insisted that she take 90 but nooo, she wanted to give me a friend’s discount and—” You’re cut off when you find that your boyfriend’s face is inches from yours and he gives you that sweet, sweet smile that you always love, but they sometimes hold hidden agendas.

Like tonight.

“Your voice is just so damn pretty.” He compliments and you’re taken aback by the random praise, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t make your face heat up.

You smack his shoulder in retaliation but all he does is nuzzle his face into your neck, into the skin there while he distracts you with feather-like kisses, wandering hands up your thighs.

“Can I maybe hear you in a different way?” San speaks in a softer, lower tone, feeling the vibrations of your throat as you chuckle. You pull gently on his black hair to make him face you. “Will you let me do that, baby? Let me hear you?”

You gulp inwardly, ignoring the pool of arousal that forms in your panties, his fingers ghosting over the fabric of your shorts.

The laugh you let out is a little contained, now, mouth just chasing his lips bit by bit, but he doesn’t give you what you want until you’re answering him. You nod.

“I need a vocal yes, sweetheart.”

“Yes—” You answer immediately with mini voice crack and you cough, “yes.”

“That’s my girl,” San smiles at your eagerness, indulging you with a gentle kiss to your lips that he has no control over either. His body just��reacts to you so readily, deepening the kiss while he pulls back to the kneeling position he was in.

Only that now, he’s hooking his forearms around your thighs and pulls. You break the kiss with a yelp and he giggles at your surprise.

But you’ve always known him to be strong, muscles on show with the tank top he’s got on. And fuck, it’s quite a sight: San on his knees and breath fanning across your mouth, yours quick and irregular.

He doesn’t miss any time to trail kisses down your jaw, to your clavicle, hands pushing up your (his) hoodie to continue his route down to your chest, torso, tethering so close to where you just need him to touch.

“Up.” He says softly and you obey easily, lifting your hips up so he can help you remove your pants and underwear and he almost cums in his pants from how obediently you listen, trailing a hand up to your cheek to cradle it.

There’s a skip in his heart at how you lean into his touch, shaky breaths felt by his hand as he lowers himself. But his dick twitches when he comes face to face with your dripping hole.

“Were you waiting long, hm?” San asks, using his other hand to rub your inner thighs. He can already see how wet you are, juices glistening under the dim lighting you liked to study under.

“A little...”

He coos, leaving a line of pecks along your leg. “I’m sorry, baby, we went out to eat after the concert.”

You smile back softly, “that’s okay, Sannie—” Your eyes squeeze shut when you feel his breath over your throbbing clit, “I’m just glad you’re back— s-shit...”

“I’m so fucking glad I’m back too,” He gives one last soft kiss to your cunt, “and glad to be buried in my girl’s pussy again.”

All coherent thoughts are banished from your mind the moment he latches his mouth onto your clit, alternating between sucking and flicking his tongue all over your sensitive bud.

You slap a hand over your mouth to keep the sounds in, knowing the rest of the members were just a door away but San wasn’t having any of that, gently pushing away your palm.

“Normally I’d be,” he slurps up your arousal and speaks in between, speech muffled, “embarrassed. But, I’ve gone past that tonight. Want them to hear you.”

And goes right back to his meal, going back to securing his exposed arms around your thighs to trap you. Despite being swamped with your assignment and fatigue, you somehow can feel your skin lighting on fire and the relentless drag of your boyfriend’s tongue along your cunt. Everything’s so vivid, clear as day while you clench the sheets beneath you with white knuckles.

“San— fuck...” You make the mistake of looking down, because all you’re met with are his hypnotising eyes, looking up at you through hooded lids that match the ones on stage.

Except, these are solely reserved for you. There’s a non-stop onslaught of lewd noises that fill your bedroom as he eats you out like a starved man and he never breaks eye contact once, only tugging you closer into his mouth. “It’s too much— S-San... go slower—!”

All he replies with is a low guttural hum like he’s saying no, pressing further into your centre as an answer and you already know you’re in for a long night when he breathes in your scent heavily and his fingers dig into your flesh like honey.

They wander and curve and wrap around your torso so nicely, fingertips marking his canvas with red prints while they feel up your body and only leave goosebumps in their wake.

You’re terribly fixated on everything that goes on, still a little conscious about the seven other men that your hand naturally goes up to cover your mouth on a particularly harsh suck. But San reaches up to pull it away again, stopping momentarily to kiss the back of your palm.

“Let me hear how good I make you feel, princess.” He says against your skin, twining his fingers with yours and you know the game he’s playing soon enough. You shiver. “If not for them, for me.”

San doesn’t miss a beat with that murmured statement — saying all that and still keeping your sensitive thighs down. Though the real deal’s through knowing how turned on he can get just by hearing your sounds, your mewls, any indication that he’s making you feel like you’re in fucking heaven.

And he’s adamant on hearing your lips cry out his name.

At this point, you can only hope every other member has some sort of headphones on, because San immediately lays his tongue flat along your pussy, licking a long, slow stripe up and you throw your head back in a wanton moan. 

All you can feel is his smile against your cunt.

“Attagirl.”

You preen at the praise, using your own other hand to pull at his locks and push him deeper into you, lightheaded from the already approaching orgasm.

You hold on for him (well, you try), squeezing your connected hands, but your body collapses, choosing to arch against the sheets with your head knocking ever so slightly onto your laptop.

“S—San, San, oh my God.” You have no choice but to squirm in his strong hold, lips chanting his name and profanities that you don’t even know right from left anymore; your legs naturally wrap around his shoulders. “Right there— G-God!”

“You close? You’re gonna cum all over my tongue, baby?” He groans into your sopping pussy, continuing his merciless ministrations as you feel that familiar knot in your stomach and nodding even though San can’t see you. He doesn’t mind; your sounds and your clenching hole is enough.

Muffled, desperate, deep. “Mhm, yeah? That right?”

“Y—Yeah, Sannie,” you choke out a moan, hand making home in his perfect head of black hair while you pull and tug and yearn for friction with the utmost neediness that San pushes his face further into your cunt, whining at your sensitivity. “I’m g’nna cum— fuck, fuuuck—”

By now, you’re sure your juices have soaked the sheets below you just from how messy his tongue is on your clit, the obscene noises reverberating off the four walls of his room.

It’s the thrill, it’s the fast beating of your heart that pounds in your ears, it’s the dangerous conversation happening just outside that involves that risk of getting caught.

“San—” Your voice descends and spirals into incoherent words, hips starting to buck into his mouth before he swears softly into your skin and you’re spilling on his tongue. “Yes yes yes — I’m cumming—!”

That only prompts more trembles of your thighs, gasping out his name repeatedly until it’s the only word left on your tongue. The sloppiness of your pussy is reflected with the loud, slurping noises that are the only thing on your lover’s mind as he cleans you up with his mouth.

"Pussy’s leaking so much, hm?” San hums at your taste, drunk off your cum before releasing his tight hold on your thighs, settling instead for slow kisses along your heaving stomach. With renewed softness, he gives you three squeezes that contain a confession before releasing reluctantly.

“That’s it... Good girl, give it all t’me,” San mumbles, using a thumb to trace along your pretty folds and marvels just how much you came, strings of cum sticking to his fingers.

“I hope that was a good enough reward for how hard my baby’s been working.”

You laugh softly as you prop yourself up on shaky elbows, hand playing gently with his hair. There’s still small tremors in your legs, calming down from the high soon enough with how much adoration San addresses you with. “I wouldn’t use ‘hard’, probably more like... ‘When she wants to’.”

The other shrugs, recovering from his position slowly to kneel over you that you naturally close your legs, “completed work is still work done.”

“I guess so.” You mumble, a little surprised when he tilts your head up and you’re met with his signature, dimpled-filled smile.

“I know so, princess.” Leaning down, he rivals his crazed state just a minute ago by giving you a slow, tender kiss, pouring all of his love into it that you believe him.

And it’s like you float to cloud nine, easily going onto your knees so you can reach his height. Deepening the kiss, you wrap your arms around his neck and he pulls you flush against his body — two hearts beating as one.

Oxygen becomes scarce soon enough and San has all the love in the world to give you when you look into his eyes.

“And I know, too, that I love you very much.”

by. janus, from me to you ♡

[rinsnumber1fan]

i’ve been thinking abt a scenario where rin has a diabolical lvl of stamina and reader has -10 bc she doesn’t workout or do sports. So when they do it Rin goes wild and reader struggles to keep up and during one of those times she passes out and rin panics lol

Girl I came when you requested this 🥵

Rin x reader smut

When you just get too worked up easily but Rin wants more!

You sucked.

At sports.

You sucked many other things too but mostly you sucked AT sports. During P.E? You'd hide because your stamina was like an old person's but your coach would always find you and force you to get those legs moving.

Then there was your boyfriend, probably the most athletic guy out there. He'd never get tired. And by never, I mean never.

Even now, when he has you pinned under him so generously, going in and out of you like a charger and a socket. You whimpered, clinging to his no sweat induced body, "rin... riiiiiiinnnn!" You whined extra loud for him to hear, he slowly pulls back, breathing hard, "hm? What..?" He asked, looking down at you who was practically panting underneath him. "Y-You already went on for two rounds!! Give it a break!-" "do you want me to stop?" He asked interruptively.

You gulped at the question, "n-no but-" he pushes you back down into place, a hand on your neck, "then we keep going." He pulls out slightly making you think he might take some mercy on you but he gets back in and you swear your vocal chords almost broke.

Rin continued fucking the pretty pussy before him, all he could think about after this long day was that once he gets home, she's gonna get it.

He bites down your neck while you let out loud moans and whimpers, "dont be too loud.." He murmurs, "you want the neighbours to hear how good you're being for me?" He grabs a hold of your two cheeks, squishing them together.

Your breath grew increasingly rapid, "c-cant keep up..!!" You squealed.

He let's go of your jaw and pulls your hair back, "yes you can" He murmured into your ear, "look at you right now, you're keeping up with me right now arent you?" He hummed as he bit onto your cheek making you whimper once again.

You stick your tounge out slightly, panting, he shoves back inside you felt like lightening just striked on your pussy. And he keeps going and he keeps going.

Like I said, infinite stamina.

After about two more rounds you whined, trying to grab a hold on his hand, you protest once more, "r-rin... Haah.. s'too much.. you're gonna.. b-break me.." you sighed and right after that, you felt everything blacken around you, Your eyes turning dark and you hands goes down to the side of your bed.

Rin doesn't notice for a moment, "j-just one last, okay..? I promise I'll stop-" He glances at your quiet figure and for a moment he shudders.

Oh fuck.. DID I KILL HER?!

Rins eyes widen and he pulls out really fast, trying to see if yo7re still breathing. You were, but you had passed out.

He sighed in relief but also pressed his lips in a thin line, "...sorry..." He murmured as he got off the bed to clean you up in your sleep.

[izzih22]

Heyy, every time I have an idea I request to you bc I love the way u wrote omg ur blessed.

I know you’ve already published tn so I have a short one. The description is long but you can make it as short as u want lol. (I love clingy Azzi if u can’t tell🌚)

So basically Azzi has been on the cruise and of course she’s enjoyed it with her family but she’s really been missing Paige, I mean watching her games and FaceTime just wasn’t enough. So when Azzi gets back from the Cruise she immediately catches the first flight to Dallas and is all up on Paige. The rest of the fic is just cute moments of Azzi being clingy and Paige not being able to say no🥹

Right Where You Belong

Note: Sorry it took me so long to get to this but thank you!! I appreciate it!!

Azzi didn’t even go home.

The second her cruise ship docked, she turned on her phone, scrolled through dozens of unread texts, and FaceTimed Paige like she hadn’t seen her face just twelve hours ago.

It didn’t help.

The second Paige answered, sleepy-eyed in a hoodie with her hair a mess and her voice rough from just waking up, Azzi’s chest cracked open.

She needed to be there. Now.

“I’m coming to Dallas,” Azzi blurted.

Paige blinked. “Wait, what?”

“I already booked my flight. It leaves in two hours.”

Paige stared, then smiled so wide it made Azzi weak. “You’re insane.”

Azzi’s voice cracked. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you more,” Paige whispered. “Come home.”

⸻

By noon, Azzi was standing at Paige’s door, suitcase forgotten on the curb.

She knocked once.

And then Paige opened the door.

Neither of them spoke.

Azzi dropped her bag, stepped forward, and Paige caught her before she could fall into her. Arms wrapped tight around each other, legs tangled up somewhere in the middle, mouths pressed together like the distance between them hadn’t just been miles it had been unbearable.

Paige lifted her off the ground like it was nothing, holding her as if she was afraid to let go.

“I missed you,” Azzi breathed against her lips. “So much it hurt.”

Paige just kissed her again, deeper this time. “Same.”

And she meant it.

⸻

They didn’t separate for the rest of the day.

Not once.

⸻

Azzi sat in Paige’s lap on the kitchen counter while Paige tried to pour coffee. She didn’t even pretend to be subtle about it arms wrapped around Paige’s shoulders, face buried in her neck, legs swinging lazily on either side.

“I love how you smell,” Azzi mumbled.

“I love that you’re here,” Paige murmured, one hand slipping under the back of Azzi’s shirt just to touch her skin. “Missed your heartbeat on me.”

Azzi tilted her head. “You really didn’t mind me booking a flight that fast?”

Paige gave her a look. “Baby, I almost booked one to you yesterday just because you didn’t text back for five hours.”

Azzi grinned. “That’s a little dramatic.”

“I was spiraling. Ask Nai.”

⸻

They were supposed to go to the store. That was the plan.

Instead, they ended up horizontal on Paige’s couch, tangled up in a blanket with Azzi lying on top of Paige, both arms under her hoodie, bare legs thrown across her lap.

Paige played with Azzi’s hair, combing her fingers through the curls, over and over and over.

“You’re never allowed to leave for that long again,” Paige said softly.

Azzi kissed her jaw. “I won’t.”

“Promise?”

“I’m literally going to live under your skin now.”

Paige grinned and pulled her even closer. “Good.”

⸻

Azzi tried to get up once to pee.

Paige whined like she was being physically ripped apart.

“Nooo, come back.”

“I’m gone for one minute,” Azzi laughed.

“Don’t care. I need you on me at all times.”

Azzi walked back into the living room and Paige immediately grabbed her hand, pulling her back down onto the couch, onto her lap, then into another long, slow kiss.

Azzi melted into her.

“I thought I missed you before,” Paige murmured against her lips, “but this… this is worse. I missed touching you. Your skin. Your voice. Everything.”

Azzi whispered, “I think I forgot how to breathe without you.”

Paige touched her face like she was fragile and kissed her again.

⸻

They sat on the floor in front of the couch, half-eaten takeout forgotten on the table behind them. Paige leaned back against the cushions, legs stretched out, and Azzi straddled her thighs like she belonged there.

Paige’s hands rested on her hips, thumbs brushing gentle circles.

Azzi rested her forehead on Paige’s. “You’re so pretty it’s stupid.”

Paige laughed. “You’re so clingy it’s criminal.”

“You love it.”

“I live for it.”

Azzi grinned and kissed her. “Good. Because I don’t plan on letting go for the rest of my life.”

“You better not.”

⸻

They curled up in bed, Azzi pressed chest-to-chest with Paige, head on her shoulder, one leg locked between Paige’s.

Paige had her arms fully wrapped around her, holding her like she was afraid the world might try to pull her away again.

Azzi sighed.

“I feel normal again.”

Paige whispered into her hair, “You’re my normal.”

They stayed quiet for a long time.

Then Azzi mumbled, half-asleep, “Paigey?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m gonna make you cuddle me all day tomorrow too.”

Paige smiled, eyes already closed, arms tightening around her.

“Perfect. I’ll cancel everything.”

[criminalyapping]

due for trouble | house hunters

the pitt masterlist main masterlist

pairing: jack abbot x f!reader

a/n: i'm reusing gifs at this point lol sue me. also is this one boring? i think its boring. that’s okay i’ll figure out how to spice it up

warnings: unplanned pregnancy, age gap, language

< part 11 | part 13 coming soon!

‘way too big aren’t you supposed to be working 🤨’

Are the two texts you send to Jack at 10pm, lounging in bed while he works. He had just sent you yet another listing for a house.

You had told him, about a week ago, that you wouldn’t kick up a fuss if he wanted to buy a house. It had taken a lot of convincing from your friends, more aptly a metaphorical kick in the ass to let your rich boyfriend-slash-baby-daddy do things for you, but you decided to radically let go of the reigns and let him do what he wants.

If you’re being completely honest with yourself, you’re so excited. You can’t help but think about worst case scenario hellscapes, but when you do you try and shove it down to the recesses of your brain and ignore them. You saw the weight that your hesitation and doubts caused on Jack, who has never, not once, given you cause for them. So you’re letting him buy a house, that you will move into without a fight, in order to avoid the frustration and hurt in his eyes every time you retreated from his open arms.

It doesn’t mean that you’re going to staunch your opinions on the listing he sends you, though. You’ve seen, hell, you’ve become a fixture, in Jack’s current duplex, and you simply will not be allowing him to decorate your new home alone. If you did, it would be dark and moody, with little color other than beige, navy blue, and browns. Not to mention the ostentatious size of a lot of the houses he’s sending you to consider.

You, Jack, and an infant certainly don’t require 5,000 square feet.

‘I am working’

You chuckle to yourself as he texts you back.

‘Send me a picture’ he requests.

‘naughty naughty’ you reply.

‘Not like that

Just let me see my girls, please’

You smile and fight the blush on your cheeks. You and Jack had been back to the doctor- a second time since you should have been able to find out the gender, but the baby did not want to show you - and were both delighted to find out that the baby was, in fact, a girl.

It was quiet and intimate, just like you had wanted. The ultrasound tech lit up as the moved the probe over your stomach, and had given the two of you the news with a beaming smile.

You immediately lit up with a smile, turning to look at Jack as he stood next to you. He pressed a warm kiss to your temple with a whispered “Thank you,” and as he pulled back you saw the shine of shed tears in his eyes.

So now, in between texting Jack while he works, you’re carefully curating a pinterest board for a baby girls’ nursery.

You’re thinking about a forest theme, with little cartoon animals everywhere as well as florals and vines.

You’ll see what Jack thinks the next time you see him.

You quickly snap a selfie, under no impression that you’re looking your best, and send it to Jack.

You’re laid back in bed, covers sitting below your steadily expanding baby bump, with no bra and a few pimple patches dotting your face.

Jack doesn’t reply before you fall asleep, getting a hopeful 8 hours before work in the morning, which is typical for him.

You wake up to a few more texts from him, also not unusual as he tends to send stream of consciousness messages when he’s bored on the night shift. The ones that stick out to you, however, are the ones telling you that he’ll be picking you up at 5:30 tonight to go to a walkthrough of a house.

One you haven’t seen before, a new listing, he explained, that he loves and think you will too.

You text him back to agree, telling him to get some sleep before then.

You spend the day excited, thinking about how Jack must really like the house because he’s never taken you to see one, nor refused to send you a listing with photos.

You’re still in your work outfit, barely home long enough to put down your lunch bag, when Jack appears in your door to pick you up.

“So, you really like this one?” you ask as you settle into his truck and snap your seatbelt. Under the bump, just like your OB said.

“Yeah, I think it’s perfect.” he replies excitedly.

“What makes it perfect?” you ask.

“Calm down, you’ll see in just a second.”

You cross the river, quickly moving into areas where the roads are wider, the houses bigger, and the bright lights of Pittsburgh farther away.

“How far is this from work?” you ask.

“About 25 minutes for me, 30ish for you.” he says.

“Is that with or without traffic?” you ask with a raised eyebrow.

“With,” he defends, “it’s closer than you think.”

“Now, this house isn’t new, but it was recently remodeled,” he explains, “and not by one of those cheap ass flippers, the owners knew if they remodeled they could get a lot more when they sold.”

“Okay, nice.” you nod.

“I really think you’ll like it.” he says with a self-satisfied grin.

Jack pulls the car over in front of a house on the right.

“Let’s go,” he urges, getting out of the car and coming around to help you down. Jack throws his arm around your shoulder as you walk up the driveway, knocking on the front door.

A woman answers the door and greets the two of you by name, ushering you in and allowing you to explore the home.

You walk through the house, a neutral smile on your face as you observe.

As much as you try to remain neutral, Jack seems to truly know you and your tastes, and you find yourself enjoying the house, much more than any of the listings he’s sent before.

Cozy, but not small. Airy, with large windows opening up to the backyard. A nice, roomy kitchen overlooking the dining and living rooms. The primary bathroom and closet are the things of dreams - luxurious and white, shining and polished. Four bedrooms and an office, three bedrooms upstairs and one downstairs.

As much as you try to tamp down your reactions, not wanting to overly influence him, Jack can see the excitement and awe in your face.

After you have done enough touring, you and Jack thank the real estate agent and head back to the car.

“So, what do you think?” he asks with a smile.

“I liked it.” you tell him truthfully.

“I’m glad,” he grins, “I like it too. I like it the most out of all the listings I’ve seen.” he tells you.

“I agree.” you say.

“Can you see us living there?” he asks, “Can you see us coming home from the hospital with this little one,” he poses, placing a gentle hand on your bump from across the console, “and putting her in bed in this house?”

“I can,” you agree, getting choked up at the idea.

“Good,” he says, leaning over the console and pressing a firm kiss on your lips. “I’ll put in an offer tomorrow.” he grins.

“Okay,” you smile. “Do you think we’d actually be able to move in before the due date?” you ask.

You’re having a December baby, and the days and weeks seem to be flying by at high speeds.

“Maybe,” he ponders, “or maybe not. Either way, we’ll make it work, even if the timing isn’t great.”

“Well, it seems like either way, I won’t be much help in the moving process.” you scrunch up your nose in apology.

“Ahh, don’t worry, I know plenty of people to help. And I’ll hire movers.” he laughs.

He drives back into the city, dropping you off at home with a kiss.

“Get some sleep,” he urges, despite the fact that it’s only 6:30, “and I’ll see you later. I love you.” he coos, dropping a kiss on your lips and ushering you inside your apartment.

“I love you too.” you smile as you close the door.

You can’t help it then, the excitement of the afternoon hitting you all at once, and you do a little happy dance around the living room, hoping that it all goes well and you’ll have the honor of living in that gorgeous house with your gorgeous boyfriend and your gorgeous baby.

It feels much better than being scared.

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getting the boys name tattooed on you.

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TW:Smut

Zayne paused, his heart stilling as he noticed the delicate marking on your wrist. His eyes, usually intense and focused, widened slightly in surprise as he leaned in closer to examine it. He released your wrist from its pinned position as he brought your hand up to his face for a better look.

The marking was a perfect, tiny heart. It was situated right over your radial pulse point, the very spot where your blood flowed. The heart was detailed, with a small 'Z' written in the center, initialing it as undeniably his.

As he studied it, he could see the heart moving with each beat of your pulse, causing it to rise and fall in a mesmerizing rhythm. The tattoo was fresh, the skin around it a slight shade pinker than the rest of your wrist.

His expression softened as he looked at it, a flicker of emotion passing through his eyes. His thumb gently brushed over the tiny heart, feeling the warmth of your skin and the steady throb of your pulse beneath his touch.

"When did you get this?" Zayne asked. His eyes flicked up to meet yours, searching, curious. It was a rare moment of vulnerability from him, a glimpse behind his icy walls. In that moment, you could see the impact this small tattoo had on him, the unspoken meaning it held.

"Today"

His cock remained hilted inside you, unmoving for the moment as he focused on your wrist. The heat of him, the weight of his body pinning you down, was a tangible presence.

Zayne's gaze returned to the heart, his thumb continuing its gentle caress. "It's perfect," he murmured, more to himself than to you. "Just like you."

He leaned down, his lips brushing over the tiny heart in a feather light kiss, it was a gesture of reverence. His lips lingered on it for a few seconds before he pulled back slightly, his eyes once again meeting yours. "Why didn't you tell me about this before?"

"It was a surprise for you, Zayne"

His hand remained on your wrist, while the other slid up your side, spanning the curve of your waist before coming to rest just below your breast.

His hips began to move again, pulling out his cock until only the tip remained inside you before thrusting forward, burying himself to the hilt once more. Each thrust pushing you up the bed slightly.

"Does this mean your heart belongs to me now?"

"It will always be yours," you said, your voice trembling slightly with emotion and the building heat of your desire. His heart clenched in his chest, a surge of possessiveness and tenderness intertwining within him.

Without breaking eye contact, he leaned down and dragged the flat of his tongue over the delicate heart on your wrist. The wet heat of his mouth lingered on your skin, his tongue tracing the delicate lines of the heart and his initial.

The hand that had been resting just below your breast crept upwards, fingers finding your nipple. He pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it, teasing it, sending jolts of pleasure to your core.

Your breath hitched, a soft gasp escaping your lips at the sensations of his tongue on your wrist and his fingers on your breast. The stimulation made your heart race, pounding against your ribcage as if trying to escape, to throw itself at Zayne's mercy.

Sensing the increased tempo of your heartbeat beneath his tongue, Zayne's hips began to move faster.

As your pleasure crested your legs instinctively spread wider, inviting Zayne to thrust even deeper into you. The sensation of his thick cock stroking your depths with each thrust was too intense, too exquisite, and it pushed you over the edge.

He captured both of your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head again, your fingers splaying and curling as the pleasure consumed you.

He continued to pound into you, each thrust extending your climax, drawing out your ecstasy. Your body trembled beneath his, back bowed, breasts heaving. He could feel your release gushing around his cock, soaking his length and dripping down his heavy balls.

With a groan, Zayne followed you into bliss. He pressed his thumb down hard over the tiny heart on your wrist, as if claiming it, branding it as his own. His hips jerked, losing rhythm as his orgasm overtook him.

His hot seed spilled into you, coating your insides, marking your womb. He continued to grind against you, working himself through the aftershocks ensuring not a single drop of his cum was wasted, then he leaned down and pressed his lips to your wrist again. It was a silent promise, a vow whispered without words. This heart, the one on your skin and the one beating wildly in your chest, belonged to him. And in turn, his heart, though icy and guarded, belonged to you.

Your fingers dig into the firm muscles of his chest as you ride him with need, nails leaving crescent indents in his skin. He can feel every inch of you, slick and perfect, as you take him deep inside you.

His hands grip your hips, squeezing the flesh as he guides your movements. Thumbs brush over the sharp jut of your hipbones, tracing the delicate line of your waist. He drinks in the sight of you, features flushed and eyes dark with lust, hair a wild tangle of silk swaying with each roll of your hips.

Then his eyes drift l,ower, catching sight of a small black mark on your ring finger.

Quickly, Rafayel snatches your hand and yanks it towards his face, nearly causing you to lose your balance and tumble against his chest. He holds your slender fingers aloft, bringing them inches from his eyes as he inspects the delicate tattoo around your ring finger with intense focus.

The cursive letters are small and elegant, each stroke of his name inked with precision and care. The black lines seem to dance beneath his gaze making his heart clench in his ribcage.

His name, permanently marked on your skin. A silent vow whispered in the language of eternity. His breath catches in his throat as he traces the letters with the pad of his thumb, committing the feeling of the raised ink to memory.

He can feel the weight of your stare, the sudden stillness of your body as you pause your undulations atop him. The absence of your movement leaves him aching, your halted motions denying him the sweet friction he craves. Yet, the sight of his name on your finger is worth the momentary pause, a glimpse of the future he so desperately yearns for.

"Do you like it?" you ask softly

"Like it?" he repeats, a hint of incredulity coloring his tone. "Y/N, it's...it's perfect." His voice is low, as if he's speaking of something sacred.

He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss to his name "Seeing my name on you...it's everything I've ever wanted. Everything I've been waiting for."

His other hand slides up your spine, fingers splaying across the curve of your shoulder blades as he pulls you down against him "You're not getting rid of me now, cutie. Not now, not ever."

His arms wrap around you like bands of steel, crushing you against his chest as he begins to thrust up into you. His hips move rapidly beneath you, each snap of his pelvis knocking the breath from your lungs in sharp, gasping bursts. The sudden pace catches you off guard, your body struggling to keep up with his rhythm.

He's not holding back, his earlier teasing and playful touches replaced by a raw need. Each thrust pushes you upwards before he yanks you back down to meet his next one. 

He buries his face in the crook of your neck, his lips and teeth busy at work, marking your flesh with stinging kisses and love bites "My Y/N. I can't...I need...I love..."He's chasing something, a release, a completion, and he refuses to stop until he's had his fill of you.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, clawing at his skin as you cling to him, anchoring yourself as the world shatters around you. Your body trembles, shaking apart in his arms as pleasure courses through you like liquid fire.

But Rafayel doesn't relent. He can feel your walls clenching around him, feel the way your body tries to pull him deeper, to keep him inside you as you shatter. But he's too far gone, too consumed by his own need to stop now.

Tears streak down your face as you sob his name, your voice hoarse and broken as you beg for mercy. But there is no mercy in Rafayel's touch, no respite in his lovemaking. Right now he is a man possessed, driven by a singular purpose: to bind your very soul to his own until there is no discernible difference between you.

"Mine, forever and always. I won't let you go. I can't..." With a final thrust, he hilts himself inside you, his cock pulsing as he finds his own completion. His seed floods your depths, painting your insides, his mark searing your very core.

Gradually, his breathing slows, the pounding of his heart against your own beginning to ease. He lifts his head, his eyes finding yours, a satisfied smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"I think...since you've gone and marked yourself as mine so beautifully..." he reaches out, tracing the elegant letters of your name with his fingertip, "...I'm going to have to get a matching one."

Sylus loses himself in the taste of you, his tongue delving deep into your heat. The flavor of your arousal floods his senses, intoxicating and addictive, fueling his hunger. His fingers dig into the soft globes of your ass, kneading and squeezing as he holds you open for his mouth.

"Fuck, you taste divine." He groans against your sex "I could devour this sweet cunt for hours."

He knows every inch of your body, every secret spot that makes you mewl and writhe. He maps out the terrain of your desire with lips and tongue, tracing patterns he's long since memorized. Your clit, that sensitive bud at the apex of your sex, he takes between his lips and suckles.

"This pretty pussy belongs to me."

"Please, Sy,..."

He hooks his fingers into the waistband of your skirt and tugs it down your legs, tossing it carelessly to the side, leaving you exposed. And there, etched into your soft skin, he sees it.

"Fuck, kitten..." He breathes out, crimson eyes darkening with lust and possession  "You've marked yourself for me?"

His name is tattooed in an elegant, flowing script beneath each of your hip bones. Sylus. The letters curve and dip, mirroring the shape of your curves.

"Such a good girl, so eager to be mine." He praises, fingers ghosting over the ink " You know how much I love this spot, don't you, sweetie? How I like to hold on tight to it while I split you open on my cock."

"Fuck, I love this view." He drinks in the sight of your body splayed out before him, thighs spread wide in invitation. "Seeing my name on your skin, knowing this cunt belongs to me..."

With a slow thrust of his hips, he buries himself to the hilt inside your soaked pussy. A groan tears from his throat at the exquisite feel of your walls clenching.

"Gods, kitten, you're always so fucking tight." He grunts, fighting the urge to just rut into you mindlessly. "I love how you squeeze around my cock, like you can't get enough."

He sets a rhythm, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust. He angles his hips to hit deep inside you while keeping a bruising grip on your hips, thumbs digging into the soft flesh just above your tattooed skin.

Sylus doesn't give you the clit stimulation you crave. Instead, he focuses all his efforts on pounding into you, hitting that spot inside again and again with perfect precision.

"The fucking sight of you...gonna make me lose control." He snarls "Cum on my cock, Y/N. Fucking soak me with it."

He watches as your body starts to tense, back arching off the bed. He feels your walls beginning to flutter and clench around him, gripping him like a fist.

"That's it, fuck... Give it to me"

"Fuck...Sy...godimgonnacumimgonnacu..."

And just like that, you shatter.

"The fucking hell, look at you... beautiful." he buries his face against your neck, biting down hard on the tender skin as his orgasm crashes over him. A groan tears from his throat as his cock throbs and pulses inside you.

He slows his thrusts and looks downat you, brushing sweat dampened hair from your face tenderly. His eyes meet yours and he takes in your blissed out expression.

"I love the way my name looks on your pretty skin, kitten." He murmurs, tracing the letters of his name, now glistening with a sheen of sweat. "Seeing it there, a permanent mark of your devotion, it's...fucking intoxicating."

"I know your body belongs to me inside and out. But having my name written on your skin, it's the ultimate act of surrender, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life making sure you never regret it..."

Xavier's breath hitched when he saw the tattoo across your pubic area, mere inches above your puffy clit. His name, etched in an elegant, cursive font that seemed to dance and sway with each subtle shift of your hips. It was a sight that made his heart race and his cock throb growing impossibly harder.

You could practically feel the heat of his stare scorching your sensitive skin.

He always had been obsessed with your pussy, could spend what felt like hours with his face buried between your thighs, lapping at your folds until you were a writhing, screaming mess. The tattoo only seemed to fuel that obsession, a reminder of what was his.

He reached out with a slightly trembling hand, tracing the letters with the pad of his thumb as if committing them to memory.

"Fuck, bunny... " Xavier breathed out "My name right there, so close to..." He pressed his thumb against the soft swell of your mons, right above where your slit began. "It's like you're marking yourself as mine"

"Do you like it, Xav"

"Your pussy is absolutely stunning just the way it is," he murmured "So perfect and beautiful, like a work of art." He leaned in closer, his warm breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh, making you shiver. "But seeing my name right there, permanently marked on this part of you? Fuck, it's the hottest thing I've ever seen." Xavier traced the letters again, more firmly this time, his touch sending sparks of pleasure to your core.

"Knowing that I'm the only one who gets to see this, the only one who gets to touch and taste and fuck this pretty little pussy..." He pressed a soft, open mouthed kiss right above his name, his lips lingering on your skin. "It makes me feel so damn lucky. And so fucking turned on." He gives it another kiss, more insistent this time, his tongue darting out to give you a teasing lick.

He started slow and teasing, just the way he knew you liked it, his touch light. He traced the shape of your slit with the tip of his tongue, not penetrating, but teasing along the outside, tasting your arousal.

His hands gripped your thighs, spreading your legs just a bit wider, giving him better access to your pussy. He could feel your heartbeat in your clit, could sense your growing arousal with each pass of his tongue. He took his sweet time, savoring the taste and scent of your sex, his own arousal building in tandem with yours.

"You taste so fucking good"

He sealed his lips around your clit, suckling gently as he slid a finger slowly into your tight heat. He pumped it in and out, matching the rhythm of his licks and sucks, his eyes focused on the sight of his name.

Suddenly he gripped your hips tightly, flipping you over on your hands and knees. Without missing a beat, he guided you to straddle his face, burying his nose and mouth right against your wet core.

The sight of his blue eyes gazing up at you, his nose nestled in between your folds was sinful. It ignited something inside you, and without hesitation, you started to grind yourself against his face.

He gripped your ass, kneading the fat of your cheeks as he pulled you harder against his mouth. He was encouraging you to ride his face, to take your pleasure from him. His tongue plunged deep inside you, fucking your tight cunt as he gazed up at you with hooded eyes

You gripped his chest with your hands behind you, nails digging into his skin as you felt your climax rapidly approaching. Your hips began to move on their own, grinding your dripping pussy against his face with urgency. The sight of his pink tongue peeking out from between your folds, the tip circling and flicking over your throbbing clit, was too much.

"Fuck, Xavier!" you screamed "Oh god, yes! Don't stop!" You could feel your release gushing out of you, coating his chin and neck, but he didn't let up.

Your fingers curled into his chest, no doubt leaving red crescent marks on his skin as you used his body for your pleasure.

The overstimulation became too much to bear, and you had to push his face away, your hands gripping his hair and tugging gently but firmly.

"Xavier, stop! I... I can't take anymore," you gasped out, your chest heaving with labored breaths. The sensitivity of your sex was almost painful, and the continued stimulation of his tongue and lips was pushing you past your limits.

Xavier allowed you to push him away, his face emerging from between your thighs with a final, lingering kiss to your folds.

His eyes moved to the tattoo once again, his brows furrowing slightly. It was then that a sudden realization seemed to strike him, and his body tensed underneath you. He tilted his head to the side, looking up at you with curiosity and something else...

"Who exactly tattooed my name on your pretty pussy?" Xavier asked, his voice taking on a slightly gruff edge. It was as if the thought of someone else being so intimate with your naked body was not sitting well with him.

You couldn't help but let out a soft laugh at his sudden display of jealousy. Here was this big, strong, fearless Deepspace Hunter, looking all cute and vulnerable underneath you. 

"It was a friend," you replied with a mischievous grin, enjoying the way his eyes widened slightly at your words. "A female friend, actually." You were amused by his reaction, finding it oddly endearing that he could be jealous over something so innocuous. But you knew better than to fuel the flames of his imagination. There was no reason for him to worry, you were all his, and he was all yours.

Caleb's thumb brushes over your lower lip, the pad of his finger dragging across the sensitive skin. His touch lingers, tracing the curve of your lip, before he suddenly pulls downwards. It was a familiar gesture, one he always did before you took him into your mouth.

His eyes widen as he stares at your lip, his brows furrowing in confusion. He releases your lip as if it had burned him, his hand jerking back. For a moment, he simply looks at you, his gaze intense and searching. Then, slowly, he reaches out again. His thumb returns to your lip, but this time, he's gentler.

As he drags his thumb downwards again you feel the skin of your lip stretch and tighten. And then, he sees it. Black ink against the pink of your mouth. His eyes narrow as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your skin.

The letters are small, neat, and perfectly formed, as if they've always been a part of you.

Caleb's name, permanently inked into a part of you that has touched every inch of him, from his chest to his cock. The part that has moaned his name in ecstasy, in pleasure, in desperation.

He stares at it, his expression unreadable. You can't tell if he's shocked, turned on, or something else entirely.

"When did you...?

"Do you like it?"

"I...I don't know what to say," he murmurs, "I never thought...I mean, seeing my name on..." He shakes his head slightly, as if trying to clear it. "It's fucking intense, Y/N."

He tilts your chin up, forcing you to hold his gaze. "Do you have any idea what it does to me, knowing that my name is a part of you?" His thumb pulls your lip down again, but this time he runs his finger on the letters, "Fuck, I want to taste it. I want to feel it against my tongue as I fuck you, as I make you scream my name."

Suddenly, you feel the hard, thick length of him pressing against your lips. The tip of his cock, slick with precum, traces the curve of your lip. It's hot and smooth, the skin velvety soft, yet hard as steel.

Caleb's name disappears beneath his cockhead as he rubs it over the letters. The wetness from his slit smears over your lip, the salty taste of his arousal exploding on your tongue. He takes his time, tracing the curve of his name, marking it with his pre.

A low groan rumbles in his chest as he watches the lewd display. When you moan he feels your breath, hot and needy, washing over him. It makes him throb and leak more of that slick, sticky fluid.

"Fuck, listen to that mouth, so fucking greedy for me already."

He grips your hair when he feels your lips wrap around his cock. He lets out a hiss, teeth clenching at the sudden pleasure of your mouth engulfing him.

"Fuck, just like that, Pips," Caleb grunts, his hips rocking forward slightly as he pushes himself deeper into your mouth. "Take it all, just like you always do."

He looks down, his eyes dark and hungry as he watches inch after inch of his thick cock disappearing between your stretched lips. The sight of your mouth stretched around him, your cheeks hollowed as you suck, is too much to take in. Almost as good as the feeling of your tongue, slick, warm and eager, swirling around his tip.

"You love having my cock in your mouth, don't you Princess? Love the way it makes you feel?"

He starts to really thrust into your mouth. It's a new sensation, a new intensity that he's never dared to unleash before. His hips move with a mind of their own, driven by the urge to take and possess.

He can feel the tight, wet heat of your throat clenching around him. The sound of your gagging, the way your throat convulses around him, only spurs him on, makes him thrust harder, deeper.

He looks down at you, your eyes watering from the force of his thrusts. But the sight of you, choked up and teary eyed but still trying to take him, only makes him crave you more. It's a heady feeling, knowing that he can overwhelm you like this, that he can bring you to the edge of your limits.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," Caleb grits out "I can't...I can't stop. You feel too fucking good."

He can feel your nose pressing against his pelvis, your breath coming in short breaths through your nostrils as you struggle to breathe around him. The knowledge that you're sacrificing your comfort, your air, for his pleasure makes him throb harder.

With a grunt, he wrenches your head back, pulling you off his cock. Strings of your saliva stretch between your lips and his slick, glistening shaft as he tugs you away.

The sight is filthy, his cock, coated in your drool, jumps and pulses as he strokes it fast and hard. Pearly beads of precum ooze from the tip, mixing with the mess of spit already painting his thick length.

"Open your mouth, Y/N, open wide and stick out your tongue."

Your mouth falls open, your tongue lolling out and dripping with the drool that doesn't have a chance to be swallowed. There's a moment of anticipation as Caleb looms over you, his face etched with the strain of his climax.

And then, with a harsh groan, he cums. Thick ropes of cum erupt from the swollen head, splattering across your waiting tongue and lips. The first shot paints your taste buds white, the essence of his orgasm flooding your mouth. His hips jerk forward, pushing his cock past your lips to coat the inside of your cheek with his seed.

He doesn't stop, can't stop, He pulls your lip down, exposing the delicate skin and aims the last spurts of his climax at the letters of his name.

Jizz drips down the letters etched on the inside of your lip, smearing the black ink until it's almost unreadable beneath the sheen of his spend.

His head falls back after he watches you swallow his release. The sight of your throat bobbing, gulping down every drop of his cum, is his undoing. He could see the thick, pearly essence pooled on your tongue before it disappears, vanishing into your mouth and belly.

You find yourself suddenly lifted, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he pulls you flush against him.

"You are trying to kill me, aren't you?"

You giggle and say "Nooo..."

"I can't get enough of you, I don't think I ever will. You're like a drug Pips, and I'm already fucking addicted"

[itoshiierae]

hii, really love your writing and i hope you're doing well,, can i request how ran+hanma+izana would react when reader accidentally turned them on and refused to satisfy them? have a nice day tho!

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

ᡣ𐭩 ft: ran haitaini, hanma shuji, izana kurokawa ( x f!reader )

ᡣ𐭩 notes: not her accidentally bricking them up and then going, “oopsie… not my problem 🤭”

ᡣ𐭩 cw: veryyy suggestive, heavy tension lol

✧ RAN HAITANI ✧

you didn’t actually mean to tease him at first.

maybe it was the way you were bent over in that tiny top he bought you the other day. or maybe it was how you licked melted ice cream off your thumb, all slow and careless, like you had no idea he was watching.

but ohhh, you knew. and he knew that you knew.

when he leans in— palm heavy on your waist, nose brushing your neck like he’s trying so hard not to lose control; you just smile, all sweet and wide-eyed, tilting your face up to him with that bambi-eyed look that drives him completely insane.

“whyyy… are you touching me like that, ran??”

he sees straight through you and knows exactly what kind of game you’re playing. and the thing is?? he lives for it. you want to act like you don’t know what you’re doing?? fineee. he’ll play along, draw it out until you’re the one begging for him.

so when you pull away, smirking like you’ve won; he just tilts his head— eyes dark, voice dripping with mock-innocence before he says, “…hmm. so you’re really not gonna help me out, baby??”

you keep up the act. still all doe-eyed, and pretending like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing; biting your lip like you’re shy, batting your lashes like he isn’t already fighting the urge to pin you against the nearest wall.

“that’s cute,” he mutters, voice low as he watches you walk away from him.

“okay... but let’s see if you’re still smirking tonight.”

and in the meantime, he’ll wait patiently until you break— until you’re the one rubbing up against him, breathless, eyes wide with need.

but even then, he still won’t make it easy for you.

after all…. you made him wait, remember???

✧ HANMA SHUJI ✧

it starts with you on his lap at some party on a friday night.

you’re whispering in his ear, laughing a little too close, your hand resting on his thigh; just enough weight and pressure to make him twitch beneath his jeans.

and he knows you feel it.

but then you get up like nothing happened— like you didn’t just feel how hard he was already getting for you. and what’s worse??? you even have the audacity to flash him that sweet, teasing smile as you saunter off to go talk to your friend.

he immediately scoffs, low and sharp. “… babe, so you’re really gonna leave me like this??”

his laugh cracks in his throat, jaw tight as his fingers twitch against the armrest.

“shit… you’re lucky i actually enjoy pain.”

hanma thrives on denial, but only if he gets to twist it back on you later. and ohhh, he could already imagine the things he’s going to do to you.

you wanna act all coy and disappear??? don’t be surprised when, later that night, he drags you into the bathroom; hand wrapped tight around your wrist as he slams the door shut behind you, pinning you against it.

he’s already imagined it. the sound of your gasp. the look on your face. and the words he’ll say, low and mean against your skin:

“you just loveee teasing me, huh?? can’t wait to ruin that pretty little outfit you were so desperate to show off.”

he bites when he’s mad and grins when you whimper under him— and this time, he won’t stop until your knees give out.

you might be able to walk away now, but later??? he’s going to make you beg for his attention. every last drop of it.

✧ IZANA KUROKAWA ✧

izana doesn’t react right away. he just stays where he is, one arm draped over the couch; eyes half-lidded as he watches you stretch across the living room floor.

right now, you’re in the middle of your usual afternoon yoga routine. the tv murmurs in the background, but he’s not listening. he hasn’t been for a while now— not when your hips move like that.

it’s the sway in your stretch, the curve of your back when you arch, the soft flex of your thighs as you shift into different positions— and then, when you reach for the remote, your hand brushes his leg on the way down; fingers grazing his thigh just a little too casually as your gaze lingers for a second too long.

you act like you don’t notice— like you haven’t been slowly unraveling his composure for the past 10 minutes.

or maybe you do know, he thinks. maybe that’s what makes it worse.

“…i’m busy right now,” you murmur, turning away and stepping back towards your mat.

you think he’ll let it go.

instead, he rises quietly as he catches your wrist with one hand, and the other curling under your chin to tilt your face up.

“mhm darling... what makes you think you can leave me wanting and then not do anything about it??”

izana is possessive in the most terrifying way; quiet, unreadable, never one to raise his voice or chase what he already considers as his. not until later…. when he’s got you pressed to the sheets, taking his time, every touch is a quiet punishment for thinking you could leave him wanting.

he won’t give in easily. not even when you’re breathless and trembling— clawing for something only he can give. he’ll lean in close, voice low and cruel as he murmurs, “not yet.”

because if you get to tease him??? then he gets to punish.

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[timesadored]

please I'm begging anyone to write this

WARNING: Suicide/self-harm, death, murder(?), idk lol

Lately I got hyper-fixated on a MLP grimdark called Diary of a Time-Looper -- (here's the link to it if y'all wanna read it lol)

NOW HEAR ME OUT

Imagine Batfam x neglected! time-looper reader

the angst it would give omg

All of it would probably play out just like the grimdark with the only differences being that

They're human

Reader would probably find a way to use a laptop as a digital diary instead of an physical diary

Lastly, Reader would also have gotten out of the loop

BACK TO MY IDEA

Reader gets stuck in a time loop, forced to wake up and deal with the same day over and over and over and over and over

It resets and no matter what changes she makes- no one remembers it nor does it stay. just completely resetting once it hits midnight

She would probably accidentally find out a way to keep a digital diary that doesn't reset with the day and logs everything to help keep her sanity

She doesn't know why this started and she has no idea how to end it- Completely and utterly stuck to this day

She would slowly fall into despair- her mind breaking with every reset

Her desperation cause her to try and convince anyone- anything that shes stuck in a time loop

ofc they don't believe her -- I mean you're stuck in a timeloop? Don't make me laugh we would've noticed if we were in one

The Batfam wouldn't notice her sudden change, I mean, they barely know her. shes just the normal one. Alfred might notice but he's busy and she must've been tired or something

The worse part is that this day was quiet, no villains, barely any crime

its just boring

if there was a villain attack maybe she could have stopped it, after all its the same script with the only changes being caused by her

To help herself keep sane, she just does whatever and anything

Using Bruce's money to buy anything

hell at this point she might as well as do drugs, maybe they'll help they don't

Eventually, probably around the 10 year mark of being stuck, an accident would occur

She swears she didn't mean to but she was just over his damn taunting

Something just snapped, she just snapped

It was amazing how easy it was to kill him with him being trained as an assassin guess Ra's Al Ghul and Talia Al Ghul didn't train him that good-

He's alive the next loop, of course

She wasn't surprised, yet she couldn't help the guilt

She hugged him, sobbing apologies and such- how weird it was to Damian

A few loops later she did the same thing, not to Damian, no it was Jason

She almost expected him to stand up again after she shot him

Loop after loop, she accidentally kills each family member

She couldn't help the excuses that left her, after all she never meant to hurt any of them but she's just so done with the same damn script and the same fucking day

Then she just stops leaving her room, after all she couldn't hurt them if she didn't leave

Her desperation of finding a way out carved her inside out

Slicing its name into every fiber in her being

So of course she decides to finally end this loop at the cost of her life

Staring down at the camera while apologizing and explaining why she made this choice its been a year and a half in this loop

She wakes up, same day, same script

So she tries again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and-

Shes completely stuck in this hell

Its almost funny

She now understood the Joker in a way

She understood his insanity

His craze that broke others

Maybe she should try it

just one loop

or two loops

She hates this mansion and she hates these people

She just can't stand them

Its been years in this prison

How unfair

She's killed and destroyed everyone and everything at one point-

She's died in almost every way she could think of

Not because she was suicidal but because she was desperate to end the loop

Her hope with every death that one would eventually take her out for good slowly goes away

So she locks herself in her room, doing nothing because there was nothing at this point

Its a different date

Its actually a different day

So why is it a different day? Why isn't she stuck in a loop?

Why didn't it feel different? It's a different day now

She's free so why doesn't she feel like it

She's free after 20 years of the same day

When she looks in a mirror she doesn't recognize herself

Those wild and crazy eyes, they almost mimic the joker's if he was even more insane

She doesn't know what to do

She doesn't remember how to be sane anymore

She lost herself years ago in that cursed loop

She tries to fix herself, try to act how she thought she would've acted

No one says anything at breakfast yet they noticed how different she was

In their mind she was fine two days ago, so what could've happened when she locked herself in her room yesterday?

She kinda reminds them of the Joker-- Only with those eyes

So the Batfam does what they normally do

Investigate

Tim found it easily, the digital diary

How horrified they were to watch the entries

How with every loop, she changed worse and worse

Actively watching her lose her sanity

Watching her desperation grow more and more just as guilt ate at her

Horrified as she explained to the camera- herself really- how she killed them

How she killed herself

The videos progressing from sobbing apologies to an blank expression

One video catching their eye of her manic giggles and laughs as she describes how she understands the Joker now

Anyways that's all I have so if anyone would like inspo or smth please take it

I'll love to read it

also I will not write this into an actual story as everyone will be out of character cause I suck at personalities lolol

be prepared to see me enter dms, requesting this btw

[dreamlikevening]

select an ice cream for a reading !

₊˚⊹ᰔ ˚⟡˖ ࣪ the thoughts on your mind & the purpose they are soft-serving 🍦🍦♡ [paper slip reading + intuitive channeling] ₊˚⊹ᰔ ˚⟡˖ ࣪

𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · group one ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ ·

confirmations ! 422, 44, crescent moons, letters D, N, M, life path 6, an album with a question mark on the cover or a song with a question mark in the title, king arthur (drawing a sword from a stone, camelot, excalibur), night hangouts, lanterns, green beetles, fruit flies, fireflies, leaves on the floor, cleaning supplies, air signs

hey there group one !! glad to see you here ! let’s talk about some of the thoughts you’ve been having recently. some of these are going to be relatively mundane on the outside but spirit is directing you towards them for a reason. these will probably be thoughts that keep reappearing for no apparent reason but i’m not getting that they weigh on you or anything unpleasant. it all seems very gentle and chill.

₊˚⊹ᰔ the thoughts

something about upgrading or cleaning a physical space. you may be wondering how to make a certain space that you reside in more clean & beautiful. how to put your essence to it, and how to make it more livable and soothing. i sense this is a need for groundedness. part of earth energy (root-chakra) is having a pleasant physical environment that you look forward to spending time in / unwinding in. i’m guessing you want to figure out how to do that for yourself! first of all, sit down and actively write notes on it that intuitively come to mind. i mean literally just sit on your bed, open your notes app or pull out some sticky notes, a paper sheet, anything ! and just Think about what things you would like to add in your room. let the creative ideas flow to you, but choose to open up to them. if you’d like, you can say something to yourself like “higher-self, please guide me to some ideas to better my living space!”. let them come to you, your thoughts will find something wonderful if you just ask them to look for it. write em’ all down!

something specific you can do is rearrange some furniture. or remove some larger items that you don’t Need in your room / area that you are focusing on. make more space! sitting on the floor could be really important for you to ground yourself. i’m specifically getting that if you have a small table or some sort of chair / couch / chaise lounge you should relocate it within the same room, just a different part of it. it will do wonders. some feng shui coming into work here LOL maybe you would benefit from an interior design-fengshui magazine right now !? if you’re reading this in the summer or a season in your life where you are taking a break and just wanting to relax, now is the perfect time !!!! this will be very beneficial. and even crucial i just heard to your well-being. these seemingly small moves. did you buy or receive a house appliance back in october / a while ago that you haven’t put to use ?? don’t let it collect dust. use it !!! it’s going to help you with a significant issue / mini-trouble you’ve been having. like a vacuum, coffee machine, or blender. also.. have random spoons or utensils / items from the kitchen been going missing in your home ? then reappearing in a strange spot ? if you pray to angels, that is them. any spirit guides really.

watch that comfort movie you’ve been wanting to watch. listen to that new album your favs dropped. collect things you find outside that seem strange to collect — have fun! indulge in some candies! answer some emails or texts that you’ve been procrastinating. if you’ve been having some questions come up in your mind, try answering them yourself. try this: write your question on a sheet of paper, pretend you are a friend or therapist, and write down an answer to the question with whatever comes to mind. you may see some very interesting insights show up. and you can try it with any question no matter how mundane such as “what color soap should i buy?” LOL. pleasant aromas are a really big theme for you ??? aromatherapy is definitely a FRIEND right now !! candles, bed & linen sprays, hair mists, essential oils. make a small investment into those if you’ve been feeling a bit on edge, anxious, or nervous.

₊˚⊹ᰔ the purpose

so if you were to follow your thoughts through with curiosity and take any actions, the purpose that would be fulfilled is: motivations to get more in touch with yourself, specifically your body and the enjoyment part of life. getting to know your essence better. doubting your instincts and intuition a lot less. noticing the small things and appreciating them. flushing out stagnant energy. releasing bodily tension (feet, legs, lower back) bonus points if you are have prominent capricorn placements / capricorn in the 1st or 6th house. overall, pay attention or look into your 6th and 1st houses right now ! that may guide you to some answers you’ve been seeking. this is a time where you can release any control, grudges, or pressure you’ve been experiencing. i just got a visual of the 10 of wands tarot card in my head so look out for her in other readings right now!

thank you so much for reading! i send you a lot of light. ♡

𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪 𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · group two ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ ·

confirmations ! november, september, autumn, seeing lots of animals, tiny heart tattoos & doodles, large trees, daylight outings, summer solstice (june 20th), marker or paint stains, cool toned flowers (purples, blues)

hello group two! thank you for joining me here! today we are covering some thoughts that have been popping up in your head that spirit chose to talk about today. some may seem insignificant but we will dive into what purpose they are serving in your life afterwards. as always, take what resonates and allow the rest to belong with another soul ! thank you !

₊˚⊹ᰔ the thoughts

have you been questioning what you really want out of life? out of yourself? your deepest desires? it’s worth it to sit with that question intentionally and meditate on it. just sit down and reflect. think about it with no preoccupations. let them simmer and see what comes to you. i think you’re genuinely curious about what intrigues you, satisfies you, and helps you feel truly pleasured in life. a small tip i have for you is to make a list and any time you notice something making you laugh, smile brightly, excite you, or truly capture your attention, add it! it can be your “happy list”. another way to tap into your desires is to pay attention to what you admire in other people. i thought of a heart-clenching feeling like when you repress a desire because you think you’re never meant to have a certain something. you do not have to pretend you don’t want something to protect yourself from not receiving it. note that thing which lights you up, because there is absolutely a reason for it. i bet we’ll talk about that in the “purpose of your thoughts” section in a bit. but trust me please, and trust your heart. if you see something you really like in the internet that seems unattainable, remind yourself you can have it too. it’s never impossible. i’m thinking of material things mostly so know that you can decide what value and purpose an item holds in your life. but please know, it is normal and necessary for you to like things. love them. fawn over them. admire them. want them. desire is crucial to living a human life. i hope you can lessen the burden of shame you have towards “wanting more”. if you currently do not have access to as many resources as others or certain things, gratitude is a great soother for this time. look at what you DO have in the mean time. you have things that other people want as well, this is always true.

anyhow have you been practicing something? a script, a song, a dance? some sort of fun study? it’s shining a loooot of bright energy into your life and helping you become more vital. some of you may be facing an initial tiring feeling from this thing but it’s literally just going to be the first three times you do it aka the get-go. by the fourth time you’ll enjoy the hell out of it. sometimes your body just needs to readjust to a new situation and then once it does, your mind & spirit become comforted too! i just heard “smile more”. do you beat yourself up for your resting face or because you wish you smiled more? umm. honey.. i don’t know who or what made you feel bad about your natural expressions in the first place. know that people can sense your truth without you having to be super explicit and loud with your emotions. you’re doing just fine. please let that rest. i’m handing you a pink permission slip with bold black letters that says YOU ARE FREE TO GIVE YOURSELF A BREAK! i feel drawn to saying i love you so much. so i think you needed that. if you can, please hug someone close to you tightly one of these days. otherwise, i’m here. i’m telepathically sending a tight ass hug your way. with your consent. i’m flustered now i’m sorry KCBWLNDSK spirit takes me in such unique routes sometimes. but yes, let your quirks be quirks. they are a part of your true soul’s blueprint. the realest, most open you is veryyy quirky. that is a huge plus.

** i made this for you and anyone else who reads it . this is so funny2me. #theplacesintuitiontakesmeimlaughing

i just saw +++ do you need to replace some batteries or something?? do that.. yes.. hmm.. also go outside more often to just take a deep breath while feeling the sunlight or the fresh air. it doesn’t have to be a full 10 minutes or anything! this helps with circulation and with anxiety or pent up energy. i did want to mention that you may want to check out group one as well because i just had a feeling you could find something useful in there !!!

i just heard be a bit careful with what kind of content you’re consuming right now. you could be very vulnerable to media such as movies, people’s profiles, or just prone to distractions. try not to fall into a media trap right now! but it’s okay if you do. let your gut guide you. listening to soft, ambient, floaty music may be very veryyyy soothing right now ! you may be wanting to upgrade your playlists. just for that i’m gonna channel some songs for you in a bit dear :-) 🎵my all by mariah carey, express by christina aguilera, star by colde, backburner by niki, tokyo by RM.

₊˚⊹ᰔ the purpose

growing more accustomed to your “new life” is what i heard. maybe you’ve started visiting or living in a new environment and your mind is offering you lots of opportunities and insight on how to make this an easier transition and experience. if somebody gives you a notepad, it’s a lucky charm. if you’ve been seeing groups of animals that is a good omen. overall, your current thoughts are there to get you situated into a place. to know that enjoyment is neverrrr ever out of reach. you have the power to create it and make it bloom. if you have a birthday coming up, do not mope around. pleaaaasee go out that day even if it’s alone, date yourself. or do at least one thing for yourself. play a comfort movie. sit and sing your favorite songs. eat a really nice meal. something, anything that lights you up, DO IT !!!! if you aren’t the moper, do not let others mope around you on your special day or any day really. if you are generally upbeat and someone that you are in contact with just drains your energy in the snap of a finger, do not entertain this persons shenanigans or moping. i keep hearing moping. this is sucky energy of someone who has everythingggg at their disposal to enjoy life but for some reason they don’t do sh1t to change that. it’s really really bugging me. you do not need this person in your atmosphere. annoying as he11. sorry. much love to this person and YOU especially though. please surround yourself with bright, vital energies. the colors yellow and green are lucky colors for you okay?? your thoughts are really trying to get you to 1. up your energy levels 2. enjoy more & make the most out of things 3. just feel more chill and comfortable wherever you are.

that’s what i have for you group two, thank you so so much for reading and i sincerely hope these messages found you well. sending you lots of light 💡 !!

𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓪𝔀𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶

˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ · group three ˚‧⁺ ･ ˖ ·

confirmations ! “zone”, #12, money, muse, the letter R, crown chakra, the color purple, lock symbols 🔒🗝️🔑, strawberries, agate crystals, twilight

hello hello my group three. let’s address those recent amusing thoughts of yours that spirit is guiding me towards, big or small. it seems insights are forthcoming and these will be the ones worth your attention and care! i hope they find you well, thank you!

i see you are trying to enter a place ?? but feel blocked from it / lacking the access. it may seem like a golden opportunity is hiding from you behind closed doors. your guides / higher self’s piece of insight is to rest for now. do not force yourself into this situation, and let it go for now. i don’t mean lose hope or lose the goal, just step back for now ! you’ve done enough, it’s time for a slow retreat. have you been eating hot foods, tea, broth, root veggies, or any other grounding foods? or if you’ve been thinking about what to eat, those are some good options! the song that’s playing right now is saying “i just want to be happier.” and again, i’m thinking that you want to “earn” your way into a person’s life or into a situation and your message is that you do not need to earn anything. wanting something or someone is different than feeling like if you are granted permission or recognition from this thing you are confirmed to be “good” or “worthy” in some aspect. you are already deemed a respectable person. i think you’ve been having a lot of thoughts about putting in the hours, efforts, and time, and it not feeling satisfying enough. rather than external validation, you may just need a slight perspective adjustment or an extra addition to your routine that helps you ground your wishes and efforts. it can be something like a daily affirmation that your efforts today were enough even if you did just one thing. celebrate your actions, it is not easy whatsoever to be acting, moving, and giving all the time. it’s also not sustainable. any feelings of being stuck right now are due to this perception that you must keep pushing, pulling, forcing, or trying over and over. that’s not to say you are making “nothingness” happen or “attracting” it because you’re working too hard. no, not at all. you’re doing just fine—you’re just not crediting yourself for that. and that’s all you need love! it could be a good idea to write down all the tasks you completed in a day by the end of the day or weekly. like 1. did the dishes 2. washed clothes 3. responded to a text 4. **insert your actions. just recognize your work. slow down to observe your efforts. a loooottt of prize and progress can come from that seemingly insignificant moment of inaction. things will start to run then. gears turning. if you’ve been considering partaking in something of significance in the summer or in the fall, your mind is requesting rest before you enter and truly look into that prospect. clean up your mind and let yourself take a break in the mean time, and enter any new endeavors with that rested, clean, refreshed mind. you’ll be able to discern between what you feel pressured to do vs. what you are actually willing to do.

₊˚⊹ᰔ the purpose

a reminder that the only thing you Need is yourself. you need yourself. your mind seeks you for a reason, listen to it, open up your heart for your mind is a tender place. overall, your thoughts are helping you and assisting you in making more room for things in your life. that is, the quality of “receiving”. and it’s saying: but first! rest! reflection! stepping back! friends could be significant right now. make sure you’re paying a little more attention to your own concerns right now rather than other people’s. your business wants your attention! if you are interested in chakra work, your crown chakra and third eye chakra could require your attention right now. just simple awareness of them. overall, the purpose that your thoughts are serving is opening you up to receive more gifts! to open up your vessel to receive. to remember what is important to you. and to know that you are always doing more than enough, especially if you are a very restless person who wants more out of life. you’d be surprised how much you really do.. but you can’t always see it because of your restlessness!! you are lots better than your mind will sometimes allow you to think.

a song i channeled for you is “blue & grey” by bts (“i just wanna be happier” lyric). it is a mellow, emotionally vulnerable song that is quite .. tender.

thank you so much for joining me today, group three! i’m wishing you a lot of love, luck, and calm in your endeavors. the mighty storm is weathered by a mighty mind. take care.

[hencheri]

— collateral damage

▸ 18+ mdni.

| pairing. sungchan x fem!reader (ft. bf!seunghan)

| warnings. noncon, loser!sungchan, bullying, physical violence, sungchan's really cruel sorry, implied stalking?, bromance lol, revenge.

| a.n.: got a little boost and wrote it <3

this isn’t about you. you shouldn’t think that it is, you’re not the one who sungchan holds a grudge against. who he got betrayed by. 

when he saw you, that’s all he could think about. seunghan.

they’ve known each other for so long, they basically grew up together. they were inseparable like their parents would say. best friends, is what they were. until things changed, like they often do. like they always do. 

they were innocent enough to think nothing would ever be different, nothing would ever separate them. it’s impressive, really, how you can be friends with someone for years and see everything go to dust in a second. 

friendship is the only thing sungchan swore by, and he believed in the veracity of it when seunghan promised, swore they would always be friends. 

“you’re my best friend, man,” seunghan had said, looking into his eyes. “i swear nothing will ever get between us.” 

the next day after that, sungchan found himself eating dirt in PE. the basketball team wasn’t fond of him—he was a pathetic loser with weird hobbies. and seunghan had recently joined it. everyone always loved seunghan, he always fitted in with everybody. but not sungchan. 

eunseok was the captain, and surely the one who enjoyed annoying sungchan the most. pushing him to the ground when they were playing soccer, stealing his towel in the changing room or crushing his yogurt until it exploded on his tray. seunghan used to beg eunseok and his team to leave his friend alone, he thought he could do something about it, “they respect me,” he liked to say, but it never changed.

only one thing did. 

begging turned into silently watching, then helping him when no one was watching until seunghan was no longer there. 

it was one thing to have eunseok kick him in the stomach and spit on him, have him laugh and force him to actually eat the dirt if he didn’t want his ribs broken, or even have the girl he had a crush on now look at him like he was repulsive. 

but it was another to see seunghan by their side. seunghan, the people pleaser. seunghan, his best friend. 

by the end of senior year, sungchan and seunghan would only exchange glances. while sungchan passed by him with a cut lip and bruised limbs, seunghan was proper and standing tall, surrounded by his new friends.

the friendship seunghan swore to keep was the very thing he traded in exchange for popularity and social acceptance. 

sungchan wasn’t bothered as much when the last months of high school came. there were laughs and degrading words thrown at him, but he wasn’t cornered outside the school anymore and his yogurt stayed intact during lunch. tormenting sungchan wasn’t much of any importance now that everyone was waiting to be accepted in their dream college. 

he could finally breathe, but it wasn’t any easier to think about seunghan and what they had before. he’d wish things stayed the same, that seunghan had begged eunseok harder, or never joined that basketball team full of assholes. he’d wish a lot of things and vengeance was one of them. 

you’ve been seunghan’s girlfriend for a year now. sungchan’s seen multiple photos of you on seunghan’s facebook and instagram. he’s always thought you were really cute, looking dainty beside seunghan who’s almost a head taller than you. he has a protective arm around you in almost every picture and sports a happy smile, one that clearly means he’s fully fulfilled with you. you seem as happy, maybe more. just by looking at you, sungchan knows you’re sweet. he knows seunghan loves you—every man would. 

so when he saw you chatting with your friends, sitting at one of the picnic tables set on campus, he thought back to his wish of vengeance. you were looking so pretty, so pure under the sunlight, giving your face a beautiful glow, one that he’d remembered for days after. you seemed precious and it made sungchan want you. 

then, it clicked. maybe the right way to have his revenge wasn’t to make seunghan eat the dirt he watched his friends feed to him, kick him in the stomach until he struggled to breathe or punch him in the face to death like sungchan imagined so many times before. 

it was to take the thing he cares the most about and ruin it. 

“it’s not your fault, okay? i can’t have you thinking that…” sungchan tells you, voice soft, but his intentions don’t reflect his tone at all. “but you have to understand, i’m not stopping until that boyfriend of yours gets a taste of his own medicine,” he grumbles, now pouting as he looks where his hands hold your hips down. 

the leather seats of his car stick to your uncovered skin, the summer heat making you sweat as well as sungchan’s sloppy hip thrusts. his dark hair is damp at the nape of his neck and the sunlight beaming through the backseat window is casting shadows over his flushed face. 

“it’s unfair,” you croak out, blinking tears away from your eyes. 

his back and forth movements suddenly halt and you wince as he leans down, positioning his head right beside yours. “life’s not fair,” he simply states, a cruel whisper to your ear, a reminder that sungchan’s in control—for once. he traces your face with his finger, watching how you shiver uncomfortably, and he gently passes the pad of thumb over your bottom lip. 

yeah, life’s never been fair. not for him, not for you. 

except right now. it feels fair right at this moment, fucking his ex-best friend’s girlfriend on the backseats of his car. seunghan deserves it. 

your chest shakes as a new wave of tears roll down the side of your face and sungchan stares silently, admiring you and the work he’s done. he doesn’t even feel bad for making a sweet and innocent girl like you cry, you’re so beautiful when you do it. eyelashes all wet and sticking together, lips swollen and covered in spit, eyes so desperate and helpless. 

he resumes his thrusts, going in and out of your pussy, squeezing his cock so tight like you actually like this. and sungchan wants you to like it. not only would seunghan think about him whenever he touches you, you would, too, think about sungchan and how nobody else will ever fuck you this good. 

he moves his hand to your thigh and hooks it over his hip, allowing him a better angle and letting him reach deeper. you whimper under him, clenching your fists by your side until your nails sink into your palms. it hurts, but not physically. your guts ache like it’s ripping from the inside. there’s nothing you can do but take it, sungchan made it clear. 

“you’re sweet, such a sweet girl,” he moans, looking at you like he’s always known you, like he’s the boyfriend. “you should’ve never gone for someone like him… this wouldn’t be happening,” he says, pitying you, but it sounds more condescending. maybe it’s your fault, after all. 

he holds your thigh close around him as he accelerates his pace, scrunching his eyes shut as he feels his balls tightening, gritting his teeth. you keep whining and crying, but with how much you squeeze his cock, sungchan knows you’re close, too. 

“fuck,” he grunts, breathless, “gonna cum in your little cunt, gonna fill it up so good,” sungchan promises, opening his eyes to see you struggling to hold in your moans. so cute. he licks his lips, whispering in your face, “and you’re gonna show it to seunghan, show him how good i treated you.” 

“no, no,” you choke out, but it’s too late. 

you reach your high before you can even tell him to stop, legs shaking and back arching, a silent moan escaping your mouth. sungchan follows not long after, his cock spurting out thick ropes of cum inside of you. he curses and groans, gripping your face in his hand and slamming his mouth to yours as your pussy milks him dry. his hips slops down on yours in a loud smack and you feel soiled, dirty. 

he finally pushes himself off of you, but not without telling you one last thing.

“tell hannie i said hi, yeah?” he asks, a smirk on his lips. “oh, and that he’s a fucking lying piece of shit.”

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a.n.: pls let me know what you thought about it istg it'd mean sm to me if you leave feedback & i'd be soso happy. plsplspls i have no other way to know if you like my fics or not!!! don't just leave a pity like. ik it's short and all but. a reblog with a few tags or comment or ask doesn't hurt <3 ty :(

[shnoob]

Severus Snape Romantic/Dating HC’s:  

A/N: I’m back for real this time! The end of school shut me down, but I am back! I will be busy for a bit after a few posts, but my timing will definitely be better than before. I wanted to try something new as I’ve been getting into Harry Potter again soooo. To note, I will NEVER do a Teacher x Student dynamic as that is NOT appropriate whatsoever! This is in the perspective of two ADULTS, (Like a Professor x Professor)

C/W: Romantic, maybe abit out of character? I haven't seen any HP content in a long time so I apologize if it is. 

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Absolutely infatuated with you, and I mean this in an obsessive way. Although he doesnt display it 100%, especially infront of other people, he will learn every single thing about you, even the slightest of details. (Find this cute or not is up to you but I’m not sure if this is a positive thing half of the time.)

Loved you from the very first interaction you had with him. Your smile, laugh, and even the way you shook his hand as a formal greeting had him hooked. He never felt like he could feel this way again, but you set up a spark inside of him that he couldn't put out. 

The thing he loves the most about you is your intelligence. The way you understand your craft, apply knowledge behind several situations, and never seem to skip a beat grows the urge inside of him to get to know you. Get to understand what you know, basically just enabling his obsessive nature of knowing everything about you lol. 

Again, will never be a PDA sort of guy in the castle. He likes to keep things professional, especially when theres his co-workers and the children around. He wouldn’t risk having rumors spread about your relationship, (which I bet there is already), but outside of the castle, probably max PDA would be holding your hand and being seen with you at all times. 

Now, not to say that if somebody came up to you trying to get your number he wouldn’t make that super clear you are taken. A hand sliding down to your waist, pulling you in and some words exchanged before practically dragging you out and talking about how stupid they were to attempt such acts towards you like the hand holding wasn’t a clear enough sign. 

Speaking of that, he is definitely the jealous type. Watching the moves of any person coming up towards you that seems to have a romantic inclination behind their actions, making detail of what they looked like and every motion they made towards you, to ask later who it was and what business that person had. Of course, he would trust you didn’t have anything to do with it, but rather doesn’t trust anybody else. 

When you two are alone, he is the sweetest guy. Although he still keeps the majority of his composure, he can't lie and say he doesn't have a soft spot for you. Asking you about your day while holding you and rubbing your back as you go into the types of antics all the students are up to, or making you tea as he forces you to rest in the bath that he drew for you. 

At some point, you have had a night where you talk about the drama with the students if you heard rumors about them. Mainly it would just to make sure that your relationship isn’t aware by all, but you can’t lie and say it isn't a bit fun talking about the potential relations between students in the classes you teach.  

His love language I believe would be quality time. Although you cannot spend every day together as you both teach classes, on the weekends he just wants you to himself since neither of you don’t have to see the world. He gets quite frustrated when your plans are ruined, so later in the evenings, he’ll sneak on by to your room to spend the evening, not particularly caring for wandering eyes. 

Remembers every single detail about you. What foods you like, interests, even how you like your hair to be worn. Not even just in general, but on certain days if you ask him to recall he could name what color your clothes were and how you were acting. This causes him to remember certain patterns about you which helps in the long run.  

Albus 100% has theories on you guys dating. He has pulled you both aside separately and asked about your relationship, which both claimed nothing outside of co-workers was occuring, deep down he has a growing feeling its more than that.

[hingabee]

idk if ive said this before But I do think that in a weird way you could consider Damar to be the one character that truly understood Ziyal.

He killed her, oops, yes. Now, hear me out! 🥴 All of her close associations kind of... disservice her with how they perceive and treat her...

Dukat is the most obvious, and we don't need to go into much detail to see how his deluded narcissism has him treat her as an accessory and means to an end (one that is sometimes so inconvenient he'd rather see her dead), even if I do believe he genuinely loves her in his own messed up way. And in the end when he finds out that she's "betrayed him and Cardassia" he still says he loves her. Gotta give it to him, even if he's convinced he could change her mind later on, it's still pretty meaningful from someone like Dukat. But he's too focused on Ziyal being "his", Dukat's, and not herself.

Garak is dismissive of her and her feelings, and while he has a right to reject her, obviously, he does it in a way that painfully infantilises her. Yes, she's 20/21 and much too young for him. Yet, instead of doing the responsible thing and enforcing his boundaries by putting some healthy distance between them he himself is so needy and desperate for her company that he just... keeps engaging. I don't wanna say he's leading her on, because he's quite clear about not returning her feelings, but personally (and we're venturing into headcanon territory here) I find it... not nice that he simply blames her young age relative to his instead of giving a proper, truthful reason. (In true Garak fashion, of course. But i.e. "I just don't feel the same" or straight up "I'm gay." would've been nice, even if the latter clearly couldn't be done, lol.) Obviously it's a bit more complicated, but the main reason he's close to her appears to be for his own convenience. Not because he cares so much about her. (Their relationship in canon sadly lacked more exploration, but working of what we got really just is... kind of depressing.) Too focused on Ziyal's Cardassian "side".

And then there's Kira. Sighhh. She genuinely loves Ziyal, probably in the most selfless way. But she also projects heavily onto her. Literally doesn't want Ziyal to learn about combat, even when Ziyal asks to be taught. (Do you think Kira regrets this after Ziyal dies?) Understandable, of course, but it does Ziyal a little bit of a disservice to be viewed as nothing but a young Kira to be shielded from war and mayhem, and not as herself — someone who spent most of their young life in a POW camp and whose literal existence is a result of the Occupation. Kira isn't doing this intentionally, and I find it easy to forgive her, because the way she treats Ziyal is the most "beneficial" for Ziyal's mental wellbeing here. Still, it's not fair to Ziyal to be so involved in Kira's own insecurities and regrets/trauma. Too focused on Ziyal's Bajoran "side". It's just overall sad to see, although I find with time the two of them definitely could've improved individually and together. Even if that would've made their dynamic less spicy, lol.

And then there's Damar, lol. Good ol' "sneering at Bajorans" Damar. He sees Ziyal as what she is— a pathetic, defiant bastard mix. In his own horrible way he's nasty to her for being half-Bajoran, but keeps getting hung up on her also being a "superior" Cardassian like her father. He teaches her knife tricks, and Dukat want's her to escort her to events. He's jealous of her. It's crazy that he's the only one who doesn't have ulterior motives, purposefully or not. Their relationship is barely explored in canon, obviously, but what little we do get to see is so interesting. Ziyal is nasty to him towards the end, and Damar treats her as exactly the person she wants to be perceived as because he sees her motives and morals and true alignment. He condems her for it, sure, but he doesn't project any of his own delusions or insecurities onto her. To him she is a threat to Dukat's and Cardassia's fragile stability, and thus must be eliminated.

Imagine the only person who actually sees you for who you are, and understands what you want and value, is also your crazy father's racist, alcoholic lackey. He hates you for it. And then he kills you. Man.

[writer-in-wonder]

what being a little sister figure to joaquin would look like (found family)

a/n: finished brave new world today and UGH i loved seeing joaquin get more screen time!

i added a line break just because it’s a long post lol :)

• remember when sam called joaquin “kid” when talking to isaiah at the end of BNW?

• well you’re even younger than joaquin, so imagine how much more they look out for you.

• the MCU has already deviated a bit from joaquin’s story in the comics, notably that he’s from miami in the movies but in the comics he lives in arizona after immigrating from mexico

• also in the comics he has a huge heart for the mexican immigrants and leaves food and water and medicine there for them as they cross the border slayyyyyy

• la raza 🇲🇽❤️

• because it hasn’t been specified to be different, i say his family is his mom and grandma just like it is in the comics

• that means he grew up with his immediate family being only girls. so he’s definitely more fluent in girl than he might appear, and it’s the best

• upon meeting you he sees a lot of his same zeal for exciting adventures and learning in you, and takes to being an older brother figure to you pretty quickly

• with him knowing girl world, he becomes one of your go-to’s for girl talk

• he also may or may not know how to braid hair…which you found out by complete accident

“hey y/n, a strand of your hair is hanging out of the braid.”

“well do you wanna do it?”

“uh…sure.”

“what?”

• now he’ll do your hair sometimes when you visit

• sam: nice braid

y/n: thanks joaquin did it

sam: *looks at joaquin at his desk*

joaquin: yeah

sam: cool

bonus:

sam: don’t y’all remember that i grew up with a sister? i know about all that stuff

•sam’s walked into a room more than once to see joaquin working on a braid while you’re telling him what’s new, the man nodding and interjecting as you go on.

• he’s also the best when you’re suffering with your period as he’ll go buy you snacks and make sure you’re comfy.

• joaquin hates to be the stern voice of reason with you because he feels too much like sam. but he’ll do it if he has to. he wants to be the mentor he didn’t have growing up, and sometimes it means you butt heads for a second but that’s fine. at the end of the day you know he just wants the best for you.

• he’s your sparring partner when you’re at their base. you definitely didn’t have to hide a laugh when isaiah bodied him during their training. multiple times.

• “you okay?”

“…can you get me a water?”

• you get on him for being a diehard miami guy but soon enough you’re taking his jerseys and hoodies because you like the oversized look

“…that’s my sweatshirt”

*sipping coffee* “yup.”

• he gets you your own come Christmas, but you both know you like his

• somewhere along the lines he started calling you Shorty due to the height difference. or chaparrita, in Spanish. sometimes Princess when he’s teasing you or being sappy.

• you respond with your own names: birdman, joaq (the first half of joaquin which just sounds like “walk”)

• or joaqy if you wanna be exceptionally annoying. which you love being.

• “joaqyyy”

“what is it?”

“can i please try the jet pack?”

“wha-no! sam would kill me.”

“he doesn’t have to know.”

“but he’d still find out.”

“joaqyyy-“

• speaking of spanish, if you’re fluent too then you both speak spanish all the time to annoy sam. • i know he knows vital spanish, as we’ve seen in BNW, but he’s nowhere near as fluent as you and joaquin are.

• “would you two cut it out?”

“que le pasa?” (what’s wrong with him?)

“no se manita.” (i don’t know sis)

• he was raised a gentleman and grew up looking out for his mom and abuelita.

• so there’s no way he’d let someone hurt you.

• definitely gives you advice, whether you ask for it or not.

“he doesn’t come up to the door on your first date? gone.”

“okay joaquin…”

• it’s not like he’s keen on the idea of you having a boyfriend, anyway.

• he would put the suit on in a heartbeat if he even thought a guy was trying to talk to you. no one gets to play with your emotions, or even worse, break your heart.

• he gets better over time, yet you don’t let him forget about the coffee shop incident.

“dude, he was just picking up the napkin i dropped!”

“i don’t care.”

• but sam’s quick to point out the hypocrisy when you’re glaring at girls who try to flirt with him

• “she just likes the wings.”

“sounds like someone’s being protective.”

“…shut up sam.”

• your stomach dropped to the ground when you saw what happened in the indian ocean.

• you couldn’t really watch the news or be on your socials for the first few days because everything was about the american air force captain who was shot out of the sky

• you were scared. and you cried. a lot.

• sam wouldn’t let you see him for a while because he knew how much it might shake you up

• which made you absolutely furious and you told him off, saying he had no right to baby you

• but you guys made up later so it was alright

• “he’s gonna be okay, kid.”

“i know…”

• you definitely were tearing up when you finally got to see him • “hey shorty!”

• you didn’t mean to get emotional but the relief of hearing his voice and seeing his smile again gave you so much comfort

• “hey, i’m fine, i promise.”

*sniff* “when you get better i’m gonna kill you.”

“okay.”

• i have this idea that sarah hosts you all for a cookout at some point. it takes place after the events of BNW, and you and joaquin definitely get up to your shenanigans. notably betting when bucky and sarah might become a couple (sam finds out and shuts the whole thing down - or so he thinks)

• the bet’s still going on to this day

• some time after the accident, joaquin was pretty much back to normal. he still had his upbeat happy-go-lucky attitude, joking with sam and isaiah and being annoying to you

• it wasn’t until you noticed him less at his desk that you realized he was more injured than he ever let on.

• they knew he had a concussion from the impact when he fell, and for him that meant he was sensitive to bright lights. you walked into the office one time to see all the lights off and him sitting in his chair with his head in his lap.

• “joaq?”

• “…i’m okay y/n. i’m okay.”

• that was the day he realized he needed to slow down more. which he hated. but you and sam and isaiah were awful to him and made sure he stayed resting.

• and if he ever said “maybe i should get shot out of the sky more often” in front of you like he said to sam at the end of BNW?

• oh, he’s in for it.

• he talks to sam about the nightmares he has about the fight and you overhear one day

• and he definitely gets defensive when you bring it up, or when you mention how you noticed he’s wearing turtlenecks in the middle of summer to hide his burn marks.

• “i don’t want you involved in this y/n.”

“i’m not a kid, joaquin. let me help-“

“you can help by leaving me alone.”

• he didn’t mean to snap at you, but truthfully you were all tired of the last few months and all the changes they brought.

• “fine.”

• you two didn’t really talk for a few weeks. the guilt kept building between you both until you each caved in and made up.

• thanks to an intervention from sam, of course.

• joaquin will drop anything to help you out, whether it’s for studying or needing a ride from somewhere.

• always has your location on and is super annoying about it.

“aren’t you supposed to be in class?”

“my professor ended the lecture early?”

“uh-huh…”

• and don’t even bother changing the settings because he’ll just hack it and then snitch to sam.

• he definitely does stupid things to make you smile when you’re having a bad day, but knows when to be serious as well.

• he’s pretty good at pep talks and is always happy to offer a hug if you want it.

“i know you can do it, y/n.”

• there’s few people in the world who make you laugh as hard as he does.

• he still loves a good conspiracy theory, which has led to plenty of nights of you two trying to reason through them.

• “i’m telling you, this is crazy!”

“it’s not! if the FBI was founded in that year, then it only makes sense that-“

“kids, go to sleep.”

• sam is convinced he’s watching two babies sometimes. but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

• even when you both know nothing about the songs he’s trying to teach you about.

• he feels so hopeless sometimes being that you two are completely aloof to older generations.

• “it’s…it’s chicago. it’s not that old of a band.”

“sam the only thing i think about when i hear chicago is the pizza.”

”wait chicago deep-dish sounds so good right now.”

• joaquin will remember your favorite snacks or orders from fast food restaurants and sometimes order them unprompted.

• that’s just him being a big brother.

• and as much as he wants to mother you sometimes, he respects that you’re becoming your own person as a young adult and is so proud of all that you’re doing in life.

[nijigasakilove]

OH MY FUCKING GOD CHARS COUNTER ATTACK ENDING??! THIS IS WHERE AMURO WENT AFTER THE EVENTS OF CCA??! I told y’all it was secret wars and they called me a madman, well you’re not laughing now. I’m not trying to exaggerate but this was the hypest I’ve ever been watching anime in 28 years. From start to finish this was generational

Nyaan vs Machu didn’t go the way I expected at all, now I’m 100 percent convinced this will end up being the launching pad for more multiversal gundam stuff. One episode left and it has to be on Amuro vs Char so that means Nyaan is somewhere out there with the GFreD probably lost and confused while Machu is probably gonna be spectating the fight and who knows what Chalia is gonna do with Kycilia. There’s just too many loose plot threads for this to be wrapped in an episode and if we get an announcement for more stuff I won’t complain.

Speaking of Kycilia, I can’t believe Nyaan actually shot her, her body just moved on its own when Kycilia was gonna shoot Machu showing how there’s still some feelings deep down there. “Bitten by my own dog that I tamed” :/ I wanted more of that mother daughter dynamic from them. That’s one of the biggest criticisms I still have about gquuuuuux, if it were longer we’d have been able to see way more of these relationships developing. Especially the surrogate parental ones with Chalia and Machu and nyaan and Kycilia.

Also peep how that scene takes place on a stage because char and Kycilia are both actors. a nice callback to Zeta. Speaking of char.. CHAR IS FUCKING BACK. Laughed my ass off when Machu developed a little crush on char at first sight, also funny af considering she already likes Shuji so the trend of Amuro and Char making the same girl fall in love continues 😂

Generally so excited for this finale I don’t want it to end, but as I’ve been saying the possibilities are endless here. So many cool directions they can take things in.. or this timeline could get pruned ala Loki lol. Still too much potential to waste.

[freakinator]

inspired by that one anon who wanted to put all lser chats in f-tier, based entirely on memory lol

also this is based entirely on twitch chats unless they dont have one, sorry but youtube chats automatically get put in f-tier cause every single time ive gone on there has been atrocious

explanations:

S

hannah - active yet somehow remains really good, not too strict but not too permissive either, idk who her mods are but theyre really good

vortex - very small very cozy, im biased and i admit it but the two times i hung out there was really fun so idc

A

just generally nice chats even if they can be a lil annoying sometimes, red's being so good is really surprising considering for quite a while he didnt even have mods and im not sure if he ever got some

B

zam - ilu mods and i will forever appreciate the work you do but alas zam chat is way too big and so will inherently have some annoying chatters on every stream, could absolutely be worse but the mods are a godsend and prevent that from happening

ash - while some interesting discussions have been had on there, some chatters can be really annoying -- not that im surprised considering theres quite a number of active chatters and meep has been basically solo modding for the longest time 😭 hoping it'll get better now that he has more mods

C

pretty decent but they have a good amount of annoying chatters

D

filled with twitter users and you can tell soz

E

minute - his chat is so annoying oh my god like why tf do so many of them try to aura farm in a fucking twitch chat of all places 😭 during quieter streams its okay but minute generally streams when he feels like its important which means 90% of the time his chat is really fucking annoying

spep - this is entirely my bad pls remind me to be meaner next time he streams, can be decent once you make it stick to their heads that theyre gonna be banned for being annoying

F

horrible, bigoted, and genuinely sometimes i feel like their chats want their streamers to kill themselves, flame has yet to stream on twitch meaning all his streams have been on youtube which i feel like exacerbated his chats problem

idr

just as the label says idr what their chats were like but i feel like they were pretty decent?? not Super annoying at least cause i wouldve sworn to never chat there if they were

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

Sabbath in escape room.

Vinny Hong:

Tries to act like he's not shitting himself, flinches everytime he hears a smallest voice, came up with an excuse to don't go alone so he either dragged Sung or had misfortune to be accompanied by someone from Sabbath. He's literally sweating, especially his back and can't wait to get tf out of here asap.

No one runs as fast as him when he's being chased by the worker in escape room. Hates that he has to solve things in order to get out because he's not really the type to enjoy things like puzzling things out especially when he feels like he actually needs to survive. If he's with Sung, then he'd be more expressional but with Sabbath? He'd rather die than show them that he's scared. Especially Wooin, no way in hell that guy will know (he will tho), absolutely no way, that's worst possible scenario because Wooin definitely will laugh at him and try to scare him even more. And Hyuk? god knows what he will do, actually no, no one knows, not even his guardian angel who probably switched trying to guard people from Hyuk. Well anyway, Vinny would be fine with Joker tho. Ma-ri.......is questionable.

Wooin Yoo:

He's so indifferent about it, to be honest. I don't see him type to believe in ghosts or get scared. This mf didn't even flinch when his face almost got stabbed from broken bottle and was like "seriously..?" Yeah because I don't think he flinches at all, no he actually never flinched. He'll focus on solving the mysteries and getting out AFTER he'll be done with having fun. Someone who willingly followed him was Ma-ri, just because she wanted to hear Wooin scream. Poor girl got extremely disappointed, he never screamed - just cussed few times.

Boy wouldn't even try to run. He knows there are people under the costumes of clowns, ghosts and etc who are incapable of actually hurting him, even scratching him. All the weapons are fake, incapable of causing harm. He has no reason to even stand on his guard. Nonchalant but challant because he'd more focused on amusing himself than escaping. Oh he noticed Vinny is scared? Mhm, time to wreck his nerves even more just so Wooin can have a good laugh. I'm not exactly sure but he might even have recorder just so he can record rest of the Sabbath's screaming.

Hyuk Kwon:

99% that he was dragged to tag along. Is confused honestly, like what even is the point of this?? He definitely tries to find the fastest route to exist, somehow manages to run away from workers. He'd follow his group actually, definitely not puzzling things out alone. He'd survive based on instinct to be honest. As much as he'd try to avoid it, he would have to run which would immediately make him regret coming here. Tbh, he'd be fine in escape room if they let him nap. He wouldn't try to get out for a while then.

Joker/Hajun:

He's strong, has been in the fight and flight mode very often. But does that mean he won't be scared? Lol, absolutely not. Not gonna lie, he'd flinch from time to time, would run and etc. Also, I think Joker would use his brute strength quite often. A door that has to be open by codes? Fuck codes, he'll just break entire door down. Might or might not accidentally punch a worker by instinct. He'd be confused quite few times, like what the fuck do they want him to do? He can fight if they want to but he can't just beat the fuck out of people for doing their job now, can he? I think he'd help others out too, his crew I mean. Like Ma-ri tripped? Okeh, he'll go back and help her out. Wooin needs his help with something? He's here. Vinny doesn't wanna go alone? That's alright, he'll go with him ig. He'd be moral support even without speaking tbh, just his presence is enough to make you feel protected.

Ma-ri Kang:

Saved the best for last, hehe. She'd actually be interested because she has never been to escape room before and she's genuinely curious, though wouldn't admit it. Even tho she knows that these people won't harm her, her body is still in fight and flight mode, which is natural. Would she run? Absolutely. She'd be focused to get out of here like Vinny but like she's not scared. If any of them leaves her behind tho, she'll take that fucking axe from that ugly ghost and chase Sabbath herself<3 and remember when I said Wooin wouldn't even care as he wouldn't even be scared? Yup, boy's running for his life now. Managers just love watching her because she solves problems in unique way? And she's so unintentionally funny??? Oh but despite that, she really wonders who will end up screaming first. It turned out to be Vinny.

Here this was for my stupid fuckass oc🥲 @sylith

[lastofthewardens]

okay fuck it i wasn’t going to post this but i'm having a moment.

i know we kind of know nothing at this point. a lot of filming has been away from the public eye since there are actors who haven’t been seen on set that we know for sure are in the show. plus anything we have seen is out of context. so really any assumptions would be jumping the gun a little bit, which means this is my disclaimer that i hope i'm completely wrong about what i'm saying and look very stupid later but.

it’s looking more and more like this show completely fumbled foggy nelson and kirsten mcduffie and just gave their roles to karen? which is crazy because as much as i love the OG show they already did that to ben urich (which they were criticized for by comic fans) and then of course there are the many debates about elektra among various sections of fandom. but repeating the ben mistake with foggy while also doing it 20x worse to a character that's even worse to do it to and then just giving kirsten NOTHING to work with is fucking crazy.

and as someone who also ships k*redevil, thought they had a real chance at something after s3, always imagined they would've been together in canon by the end of the OG 5 seasons they originally wanted, and wanted them to be endgame (because sadly and unfortunately, neither show was ever going to make foggy and matt happen lol), this is so insanely off-putting to me, to the point that it may start putting me off things i previously liked if that’s what they did come next year when s2 comes out.

the way karen was originally ignored by this new show is wild and stupid, but i really don’t think the reverse should be happening like this or that karen should be getting literally everything now, all at the expense of the entire rest of the comic book cast, particularly dd’s most important longest running supporting character foggy and arguably matt’s best comic book love interest kirsten (she's SO much more than that too obviously, but like.. the new show isn't letting her be those things either?)

karen has been dead in the comics for a long time. i've always thought her show version should survive and that they shouldn’t kill her, and i stand by that, and i was impressed and glad when they subverted it in s3. but they could’ve kept karen alive and kept her a main character and gave her all the importance she deserves and even had a k*redevil endgame without it being done like this.

there's absolutely a world where they respect foggy's place and importance in matt's life and keep him included and alive, kirsten is treated as the badass she is and gets to do all kinds of law stuff with matt and foggy (and be a supportive friend, if they didn't want to do love interest, because they could still honor the spirit of their relationship), and karen still gets to be everything that was already awesome about her in the OG show.

the writing for this show (yes, even in the new episodes by the new team) is not good enough to justify the decisions being made or the disrespect to almost literally every character.

if you want to diverge from the comics, you don’t solve the issue of karen not being alive anymore by just deleting everyone else's relevancy and replacing every other character that exists with her so you can prop her up. she doesn't even need that, the character the OG show created in her was already awesome. you create new stories and show what having her around would’ve added. you bring back older stories she was in and recontextualize them. you respect the other characters that matter instead of taking things away.

you definitely DON'T antagonize and dismiss and disappoint fans of the source material who care about this stuff just to push your agenda. and this will just turn some fans even more against the ship and the character when they already had a hill to climb with some parts of this fandom. which sucks because i originally hoped that in a world where this show was good that people would change their minds about k*redevil and see it more positively, but now i feel like i can't blame them anymore. in the words of matt (apparently), 'fuck it'.

this new show is literally like a dark twisted mirror version of the series i love, like the ultimate be careful what you wish for, and i’m so sad about it today. wish it just stayed cancelled at this point.