#but the brainrot might be too strong to resist this time

[ourpleferret]

Something in me is snapping. The brain worms. I'm losing my sanity it's unreal

[love-toxin]

billy brainrot🤭 xxxi. "You're mine. Get that through your dense little brain." with him after a breakup!! pretty please

took me 1001 years to finish this but here i am babey

(cws: violent behavior, jealousy, toxic relationship, gn pronouns + fem nickname, possessiveness, post-breakup sex, needy billy, vaguely dubcon, shower sex, pet names, gaslighting)

Billy broke it off with you, not the other way around. He should not be the one banging on your front door, waiting by your car to catch you on the way to work, bothering you at your job to try and talk to you--and he especially should not be sabotaging your dates with other guys by showing up and causing a scene.

Punching your car window and dragging your date out to get into a fistfight with him? It's about as mature as a twelve year old's attitude. It was a first date too, not even that serious.

But that's just Billy. Just like it's quintessential for him to act all offended afterwards, like he's the one that's been put out cause you got mad at him. Then he starts up with the sweet talking, the "c'mon, mama", the kissing on your neck and telling you he missed you when you know he was messing with at least three other girls just this week. There's no reasoning with him, nor any point in entertaining his immature frame of mind. He's messed up and violent--a dangerous and unlikely-to-last cocktail for a partner.

Yet it's no surprise that you ended up in the showers with him, the pool empty and the parking lot dark since it's well close to midnight. You shouldn't have forced him to sit down with the first aid kit when he refused to go to the hospital for his cuts and that sprained shoulder--"'m not a pussy"--he said. It's different once the hot water hits his body, when he's got his hands bracing the wall behind you and his eyes burning a hole through your skull.

"You're mine." He growls over the hail of thudding water on linoleum. His skin burns as it slides over yours. "Get that through your dense little brain."

His muscles pin you like a brick wall against the shower, too broad and too strong for you to possibly resist. He slides your thigh up his hip to hook your leg around it, using the leverage to bump the tip of his rock-solid cock against you. That kiss he gives you is searing.

"Billy," You moan between kisses, your sentence finishing in a gasp as he slides in with a smirk. "You're an ass."

"You love me."

Thump. "No I don't." Thump. Each thrust knocks your head back against the tile, but Billy's hand creeps up to cushion it on the third time onward.

"You'd bite my dick off right now if you didn't."

"Nnh. I might still do it," Your warning comes with absolutely no venom, not nearly enough to wipe that grin from Billy's face as he gets exactly what he wants. Your answer makes him chuckle while he repositions you, hikes your other leg up with a grunt to hold you up against the shower wall. With both hands free you can cup his face as he makes out with you, adding to his perception that this is really what you wanted all along as your touches reminisce on a time not so long ago. When fucking in the pool room showers was a daily occurrence, tending his wounds was a kindness, and hearing him say 'I love you' felt like it actually had some meaning. Now it just feels like it's meant to placate you.

"Put on a condom, at least, you animal." You mutter amongst the sounds of skin slapping, tongues meeting teeth, and your back hitting the wet tile.

"I love you." He murmurs back. His voice rumbles against your throat, preceeding a soft but stinging bite that leaves a mark behind. You've got no idea what that answer means, but maybe it, too, means nothing. He could just be ignoring you for all you know.

"I'll pull out, baby. Y'know I will." Billy nips at your lower lip when he finally raises his head from your neck, having not had enough of using his teeth, evidently. "C'mon, mama. Love you."

"Quit it." That nickname hits you in the chest like a hammer on cloth, more than even those promises of love. He liked to tease you with that, then it became a term of endearment. You've always cared for him; reassuring his difficult emotions, cooling his anger, tending his wounds, even cooking for him and giving him affection in the simplest ways. Maybe that's why he's not letting you go. He can't do any better, but he can't let go of the only comfort he can find.

"That's it, baby..." He's losing himself now. His thrusts are aggravated, growing more aggressive as he reaches the finish line. His eyes squeeze shut and his grip tightens on your hair as his hips buck faster. "Squeeze down on it. That's it--that's, there--oh, fuck!"

The end comes as a surprise, a sudden moment of pleasure that overwhelms his ability to hold out. Billy's weight presses into you and you know--you just know by that distinct pulse inside you--that he's not pulling out like he said. Your nails dig deep scratches up his back as he closes in on it, harshly pressing your hips completely still as he forces himself past that one, last boundary that could've still allowed him an out. Now there's no choice but to drain himself inside you; cum splattering in thick drops down the drain as your legs tremble with pleasure. He always manages to get it on the last try--triggering your orgasm like it's a switch at the last possible moment. But he never misses, not even once.

Now it's sinking in. You're floating off your feet, barely able to stand when he finally lowers you down, and you have to let him hold you just so you don't fall. As much as you want to push him away, he made it so you need him to rely on. Again. And you don't feel as bad about it as you should.

"Break up with that dickhead." Billy growls into your ear, suddenly riled up again--probably over his own thoughts more than anything else. The way he has to tilt his head down just to reach your ear is a new level of intimidating...and regrettably, incredibly hot. "We need to get back together."

"You'll change your mind once your brain evicts itself from your dick." You mumble dismissively, nudging his arm down so you can grab a towel. But he stops you--he blocks you back under the water, his mouth barely a hair's width from yours as he whispers.

"I want you back, baby."

"This was a mistake. It was a first date anyways, weren't even 'together' in the first place...and I still don't want you back."

"Doesn't change the fact that I love you. We fit together." He murmurs into another kiss that you less than reluctantly accept. A lock of your hair curls around his bronzed skin as he twirls it round his finger. "Think about it, at least. I know you want it."

"Why the hell would I?"

"Cause you can't last a week without fucking me." That, at least, is true. But that doesn't...mean anything. Plenty of people backslide, it doesn't mean you're still in love with him. You turn your head in a pout and he smirks at the idea that he's right.

"I like your dick. Not you."

"Then take it every day." He grabs your hand and moves it over his crotch, just to laugh when you yank it away and slap him. It's not hard. Much less hard enough to make him feel anything but affection at how feisty you still are. "You're still mine. My pretty little slut-"

As he whispers low in your ear you finally break away from him, just barely stepping out of the shower when he grabs your ass on the way out. You have to wrench his wrist off to get him to let go and that's fortunately enough for him, but it doesn't change the downright predatory stare he gives you as he watches you dry off and get your clothes back on in a hurry.

"Come by the quarry later. Tomorrow. Let's have some fun in our old spot."

"Don't count on it."

You're done up and out the door before he knows it. Your car revs up in the parking lot outside before peeling out like a madwoman--and he can only imagine the way you're yelling and hitting your steering wheel as you drive, trying and failing to force your thoughts of him out of your head and the way that orgasm felt rippling through you, just as good as he always makes it feel.

He'll definitely be seeing you at the quarry tomorrow night.

[minniiaa]

Zolu is the more popular pairing but I feel like in Luzo is the more realistic one. Like one day Luffy decides he wants to try sex and well, Zoro is his closest friend and he’s the coolest ever so he just approaches him and straight up says “Zoro let’s have sex!” Zoro considers it for about .2 seconds in his ape brain before he shrugs and says “Sure” because 1. He’ll do anything to please his captain 2. Luffy never gives up on anything and for whatever reason he decided he’s wants to fuck Zoro and therefore that means it will inevitably happen, might as well not resist and 3. If Luffy’s interested in sex now he’ll do it with someone there’s no way in hell it’s not going to be him. That’s HIS captain after all and who’s he going to sleep with if not him? That Erocook? (Bonus: 4. Zoro always been mildly curious how Luffy’s rubbery traits would work in bed.)

People naturally make Zoro this dominating top because he’s physically strong and (generally) mentally sound and more stoic especially post TS. But let’s be real he’s been focused on nothing but being the worlds best swordsman since he was a kid, he hasn’t been out there fucking bitches getting money. (He’d get lost trying to find the hole tbh) He’s also a head empty chaos demon running around with Luffy especially pre TS. I just don’t see him having the time or wasting the effort to seek out sex, he’d rather drink and pass out.

Zoro would be more than willing to let Luffy do whatever he pleases and he’d enjoy it too. Luffy takes control of every room he enters and two of his biggest character traits are being hungry and never listening to anyone so why wouldn’t he be the top between the two? Yeah he’d be sloppy and maybe even a little selfish but that’s Luffy for you and Zoro accepts that.

I think Luffy would probably misconstrue their relationship and say that Zoro is his boyfriend out of the blue because from his POV someone you love, want to be with forever, and have sex with is your boyfriend and Zoro checks all those boxes.

Zoro would probably just accept it. He’d just let Luffy think that if it makes him happy and you know what, he WOULD be his boyfriend. He already devoted his life to the guy and would follow him into death, Luffy’s been clingy since the day they met, and looks at Zoro like he’s the sun in his fucking sky. If you add sleeping together into the mix, they really are just dating even if Luffy doesn’t necessarily know what that means. Or maybe he does know, he’s smarter than he lets on. He says things like “you’ll never leave me” and “we’ll be together forever” like their statements and not question. Zoro never denies it because he’s right, Zoro’s either going to die for Luffy or live beside him until he dies another way. If that’s not love than what is?

Yeah so cute top and big scary guard dog bottom have a grip on me. I think I’m on the Luzo train now.

(ps. I still ship Zolu and switch Luffy and Zoro this is just my brainrot of the day)

[hard-core-super-star]

for your love, i'll do whatever you want... [K.Bishop]

pairing: alpha!kate bishop x omega!reader

summary: omega heats are incredibly unbearable, thankfully kate knows just what to do to make you feel better.

warnings: shameless smut -> minors, you're not allowed [omegaverse au {written by someone who has very minimal understanding of the logistics and makes everything up on the spot}; omega in heat = needy alpha kate; fingering {R receiving}; so much praise; technically pet play but only if you squint {kate does call R puppy more than few times}; finger-sucking {i couldn't resist}]

wordcount: 1.9k

a/n: i have no explanation for this, i just...think she's neat. i read literally one omegaverse au fic and now i have brainrot. clearly, the only solution was to pass it on to all of you. i've never written anything like this before so uh...be warned, i guess. once again, this is about the closest i'll get to doing kinktober but this variant of kate [along with vampire!kate] might be sticking around, we'll see. also, believe it or not i did some world-building but tried not to include too much and just focused on the filth. you're welcome, i guess?

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The sound of the bedroom door opening makes your tired eyes snap open. You blink the drowsiness away long enough to recognize Kate’s frame as she slips into the room. Her steps are slow, almost bordering on hesitant, but the mere sound of her boots on the floor makes your heart race.

The archer had been gone for what felt like months. In reality, she was only gone for four days. Not even a full week had passed without her and yet you’ve been desperate for her return since the moment she walked out the door. 

You assumed it was only due to the strong bond, and slight dependence, that had started to form since the brunette brought you to her apartment a few months ago. She’d rescued you from a cruel living situation and shown you kindness you never even thought was possible.

Especially from such a dominant alpha. 

But Kate’s nothing like all the alpha’s you’re used to. She’s all soft chuckles, understanding looks, and feather-light touches. The literal definition of care lies in the depths of her pale blue eyes. 

It’s truly no surprise, then, that you fell for her instantly. 

And it’s even less of a surprise that being without her triggered an avalanche of feelings that resulted in your heat. A heat you were forced to endure on your own with no gentle touches or whispered praise.

Until now.

“y/n.” She makes an effort to keep her voice quiet despite her obvious concern. “How’re you holding up?”

The answer to that is crystal clear considering you’ve made no attempt at getting up and rushing toward her like you usually do. You want nothing more than that but your entire body aches in ways you’re not used to feeling, at least not on this scale. Your skin burns with pure warmth yet your body shakes as if you’ve spent the past few hours out in the cold.

You’re barely able to lift your head, the faintest of whimpers slipping out. Your lack of a response is all she needs to approach you and the comfortable nest you’ve made in the corner of her bedroom.

Your nose picks up on her scent immediately and the lower part of your body wastes even less time in reacting. You’d be embarrassed if you weren’t so desperate to feel her touch on every part of your overheated skin.

“Uh oh, I know what that look means,” she jokes as she sits in front of you. 

Your grumble of discontent is wiped away the second she reaches for you. She easily picks you up, letting out a slightly playful grunt, before maneuvering you onto her lap.

“Kate,” you mumble.

“I know, sweetheart, I’m right here.” 

Her hand gently grasps the back of your head, guiding you forward until you’re able to seek refuge from the overwhelming sensations rushing through your entire being. Her scent drives your body wild but it’s also the only thing capable of calming you down so you bury your face into her neck without hesitation.

“Baby…” Her tone makes you shiver and you subconsciously shift closer to her. “I’d like to hear your voice.”

You know what her request actually is, you’ve heard it countless times since she started the hard work of putting your broken pieces back together. Your hands grasp the front of her shirt and you fidget with the fabric until you find the words you’re searching for. 

“I missed you.”

You don’t see the smile that graces her lips but you hear the slow exhale of relief she lets out. The fact that you’re speaking to her is a good sign, one that reassures her enough to finally start touching you.

“I missed you too,” she admits as her hands begin to wander. “I thought about you every day I was gone.”

She keeps one arm wrapped securely around your waist but lets her free hand caress you in all the right ways designed to soothe you while simultaneously driving you insane with need. Just because she’s the kindest alpha you’ve ever met doesn’t mean she’s not a massive tease when she wants to be.

“Katie,” you practically whine. 

Your reaction brings a chuckle out of the brunette that only serves to intensify the ache between your legs. You’re both acutely aware of the amount of slick that’s dripping down your thighs by now but while you’re on the edge of desperation, Kate’s having the time of her life. 

She always loves knowing how much you need her, how much you crave her, and today is no exception. 

“Yes, sweetheart?” The pads of her fingers ghost along your chest, barely grazing against the side of your breasts. “Do you need something, pup?”

Hearing that one word out of her lips shouldn’t be as attractive as it is. Although, that could easily be said about any and every single thing Kate does. 

All you can do for a few seconds is whimper and press yourself closer to her, your hips shifting every which way in search of some friction. Friction she easily denies by shifting her lower half away from you which means you’re forced to pull yourself together and ask for what you want.

“Mhm, need you.”

Kate rewards your obedience by finally letting her fingers play with your hardened nipples. Her touch is soft even while she tugs on them just enough to draw out another needy little sound from you. “You have no idea how adorable you sound right now. You’re just a pretty omega in need of her alpha, aren’t you, baby?”

You open your mouth to answer her but instead of words, a sharp moan leaves your lips as her mouth meets your shoulder. She trails a line of kisses along your warm skin, allowing you to bask in the comfort that underlies such an intense moment.

She’s had her fun and now her full attention goes toward making you feel better the only way she can right now.

Her hand starts its descent once she’s satisfied with the amount of skin her kisses have covered. She moves slowly despite the obvious wetness that’s started to drip onto her jeans. She’s not trying to tease you anymore, though. Her touch is reassuring, a silent promise she won’t hurt you like all the ones who came before her. 

The noise you let out once her hand cups your aching cunt borders on pathetic but there’s no time to feel embarrassed. There’s no time for anything except grinding down against her fingers while they stroke your swollen clit.

“Good girl,” she murmurs in between soft kisses. You can tell she’s barely holding back the urge to pierce your shoulder with her teeth. “Fuck, you’re so wet, baby. Is this all for me?”

Her question is meant to be rhetorical but you don’t dare risk it, already too far gone to be able to deal with more teasing. “Yes…just for you.”

Kate’s fingers stutter in their movements. She wasn’t expecting a response, much less one that makes her possessive, and borderline primal, instincts flare up. The change in her scent throws you off, especially when the words that escape her are almost as needy as your own.

“You’re so good for me…so fucking pretty like this. God, you’re driving me crazy, puppy.”  

The emphasis on the word is enough to make you cry out in pleasure but then she sinks two fingers into your tight pussy and you swear the world stops moving for a few ecstasy-filled seconds. 

Kate doesn’t mind that you stop rocking against her, she’s much too eager to show you she’s the only one capable of making you feel this heavenly while doing such sinful things to your body.  

She’s also already obsessed with the way you’re clenching around her fingers and it shows in the non-stop groans coming out of her.

Groans that push you closer to the edge.

“You’re taking my fingers so well.” She’s panting into your shoulder but you can’t blame her for it since you’re in a much more desperate state, panting and groaning against her neck. “So tight but so needy for more, isn’t that right, pup?”   

“Yes-” Kate slips another finger inside you before you can get too far. “Fuck! Please!”

You don’t know if it’s your words or the sound of the tears that are gathering in the corners of her eyes but she instantly turns back to that gentle alpha you know so well. The one who puts your needs above her own without missing a single beat.

“I know, I know. Just relax, let me take care of you.” 

Her fingers thrust inside of you at a rapid pace but she’s careful not to get too rough with you. She shifts a little, kissing her way across the top of your shoulder and to the side of your neck.

You’ve never felt closer to her than you do right now and the feeling is somehow more overwhelming than your pleasure. 

Kate’s thumb starts drawing circles on your throbbing clit and you almost fall apart instantly. She knows. Of course she knows because she’s spent hours getting to know every part of what makes you who you are. Including your painful past. 

She lets you bask in the feeling of holding back until your cries of pleasure border on discomfort. “It’s okay, puppy,” she mumbles while nuzzling your neck. “You don’t have to wait, you can cum for me. Show me you’re mine.”

There’s no way for you to last any longer once she says that. 

Your mouth drops open into a long moan as Kate coaxes your orgasm out of you. You’re sensitive and desperate and yet the thing that causes you to truly give in to your release is the care she puts into everything she’s doing. 

She’s giving you everything you want because she knows it’s the only thing that’ll make you feel better. The only thing that'll take away the discomfort of your heat and the anxiety that still thrums through your veins from being with her.

Your entire body shakes and shudders from the strength of your orgasm, Kate’s fingers slowly fucking you through it until you fully collapse against her. 

“Good girl.” She plants a kiss on your neck before pulling her fingers out of you. 

You whine the second she leaves your cunt empty but you’re too worn out by everything that’s happened to beg for another orgasm. Instead, you accept the fingers she presses against your lips, opening your mouth without a second thought and moaning at the taste of the wetness that covers the digits.

“There you go, just like that, pup.”

You’re far too exhausted to reply so you settle on sucking her fingers while she whispers soft praise into the space between you.

After days of yearning for the alpha’s touch, your body finally feels soothed. Relaxed to the point of comfortable sleepiness, not the awful stress-filled exhaustion you were forced to deal with on your own.

You’re finally safe in the arms of someone who genuinely loves you for who and what you are.

“Does my sweet omega want a nap?” 

Her soft tone makes you smile around her fingers. You let out a muffled sound of contentment and Kate merely chuckles in response at how eager your sucking is despite your obvious fatigue.

“Okay, sweetheart. Just close your eyes, I’ll be right here to take care of you when you wake up, alright?”

There’s not a single doubt in your mind that she’ll be true to her word.

So, you close your eyes and take a few deep breaths that fill your entire being with the smell of her. You belong completely to Kate and you wouldn't have it any other way.

[animeomegas]

Hello! Recently I'm having Haku brainrot.

Can I request Haku spending his heat with his Alpha. It didn't need to be NSFW(maybe they are cuddling in his nest🥺🤧) honestly, I just want to spoil him and kiss him lmaoo

(Understandable, anon, I too am often plagued by brainrot XD)

Post-Heat Relaxation with Haku

Sometimes, your mate reminded you of a cat.

Not all the time, of course. He loved swimming, smelling his herb garden, and he quite frankly thrived in freezing temperatures, likely due to a side effect of his bloodline limit. In those regards, he was very human.

And yet now, as you watched him lounge on the window seat, naked and stretched out, languishing in the sun, you couldn't help but draw a comparison.

Haku had a kind of aura that drew others in, lulled them into a sense of security and safety, like a siren at sea, and as his mate, you were not the exception to that power.

You were supposed to be cleaning up. Only one of the two large bags of nesting supplies were clean, and none of the back up supplies were out yet, but Haku's power was too strong. When you heard the little contended purrs that he was letting out, you simply couldn't resist approaching him.

"The nest is almost ready for rebuilding," you said gently, crouching down by the window seat and resting your cheek on the smooth, warm skin of his bare waist. You pressed a kiss there and Haku hummed in delight.

"There's no rush, I'm quite happy here." Haku stretched languidly, grumbling pleasantly at the stretch. "The sun is so lovely today."

Yes, you thought, amused, definitely a cat.

"Not as lovely as you."

Haku smiled, his stomach jumping in amusement under your cheek. You pressed a couple more kisses to the heated skin before sitting upright. His hair was still damp from his earlier bath and you couldn't resist running your fingers through it, careful to avoid tugging on any tangles.

"How are you feeling?"

"Amazing," he breathed, closing his eyes again.

"Are you sure?" you asked, still stroking his hair. "Your heat was more intense than usual this year, and if I'm tired, you must be."

He laughed lightly, "I'm sure I'm fine, stop worrying so much, silly." He turned his gaze back towards the window, seemingly happy to gaze at his much loved garden.

You remembered the first ever nest Haku had built when he moved to Konoha. Well, you hadn't been allowed inside it at the time, but you remembered him speaking about building it inside his wardrobe. Wardrobe's weren't an uncommon place for omegas to utilise for nest building, but for Haku it had been a sign of his anxiety in a new place.

Now, here, he seemed so much more at home, where nature bled through to where he was nesting, where he could bask in a cool summer's breeze and warm patches of sunlight. The idea of him being contained in a small, dark wardrobe didn't feel right at all.

You had provided this den, this home, for him, and he felt safe here. Your omega felt so safe, he could lay naked, in front of an open window, at one of his most vulnerable moments. Your stomach clenched, as every instinctual part of you purred in delight.

"Just call me back over when it's time for me to rebuild the nest," he said, yawning. "I might take a nap here."

You ran your hand from his hair, down his body, appreciating the subtle curves and grooves as you went, "Okay, darling, have a good nap."

"I will." His beautiful eyes fluttered closed. He was the picture of contentment.

You nuzzled into his neck, placing one final kiss on his newly refreshed mating mark, before stepping away to continue washing the soiled fabrics of his nest.

[indigos-stardust]

Fs pony art and lore

@shadylink I'm never really gonna refine and post these as their own thing but I figured u might be interested, most of these are just really bad finger doodles, cuz I hadn't drawn ponies in such a long time-

Btw in this au I decided to rework mlp's magic system, so basically each type of pony has their own type of magic ofc

Pegasi get flight , unicorns get spell magic, and earth ponies get strength that's the norm

But basically I'm deciding to see this as like, percentages.

Basically unicorns can do things like transformation and warp spells, pegasi can fly at high speeds skillfully and create gusts of winds, earth ponies can lift like 9x their weight and be more resistant to natural poisons/have less chance of injury because of a really dense coat and stronger bones -

but this is after specialized training in their areas and requires like years of practice. This is like 100% of the potential of those specific things, like Olympic athletes

most ponies just use like 50% of their capabilities so for unicorns that's just like refridgerating spells, light spells, levitation - pegasi is just flying over distances and being able to walk on clouds- earth ponies lifting like idk 4.5x their weight

so just normal skills that aid them in day to day life

i was thinking what if ponies could be half of two types?

so instead of just 100% magical capacity for a specific quality, 50% of their magic will be from one type and 50% of the other.

So if an earth pony and a unicorn had a kid, then MAYBE, (the phenomenon is a bit more rare but not unusual) they'd have the basic earth pony strength and the basic unicorn magic. HOWEVER, if that kid wanted to say, learn a warp spell, they wouldn't be able to do so.

Full unicorns would have longer horns and earth ponies would have stronger more vibrantly colored hooves that an earth-unicorn would.

Full pegasi would have fuller, stronger, sharper wings, while a half pegasus would have softer and smaller ones.

Alicorns would have the full magical extent of all three, essentially giving them 3x the magic of others. That mix could probably create even more magical potential.

For obvious reasons, there aren't any pegasi-unicorns because they'd look too much like alicorns design wise. I'm gonna say that their magical energies just oppose too much, while earth ponies, being so tied to the natural world is more able to mix with both.

Link was originally an earth-pegasi with a bit of extra strength and the ability to fly in general. His battle style is mostly sharp fast cuts with quick brief escapes to the air and then back into battle

also I've decided to give them clothes

when Link split into four, the types of ponies they were depended on their parents genetics

So green's a full pegasi, blue's a full earth pony, red is a earth-unicorn (this is why he uses a fire rod, he wouldn't be able to do a fire spell that strong on his own, but a fire rod would enhance his natural magic) and vio is a full unicorn

Anyways shadow is kinda like stealing king sombras vibes, he looks earth pegasi like link was but his wings are hooves are all shadowy lol

also links cutie mark was a sword in front of the triforce

after the split, each of their cutie marks turned into the four sword in front of their respective element

enjoy lol, u can do whatever u want with this info, hope you like it

EDit: also I fixed their swords so they can actually hold them with their mouths properly enough to correctly aim

oh I also forgot!

basically a little tidbit from my brainrot is that red actually got the hang of his unicorn magic really well, but vio just struggled even being able to start it up to levitate a pebble

he ended up being able to use his magic only after they almost got crushed by a rock slide and vio was able to raise a crystal sheild

he got bad magical exhaustion from that tho and still struggled to control his magic until shadow helped him later

green originally thought he was link because he was the only one who had wings, but because he wasn't earth pony and their cutie marks were just the elements they realized there wasn't an "original" but rather a split four ways

it takes them some time to realize that the type of pony they are isn't connected to the elements, but rather genetic probability

also when they first split vio had no idea he was a unicorn and while he was trying to figure it out the others were just like

listening to him ramble about how their types don't make sense!

how does earth relate to the water element? and if its a genetic thing, then why is red the only unico-

and then he's like why are u staring at me like that???is there something on my face?? and then he just has a whole freaking 100% unicorn horn and he's like well f*ck

anyways I also forgot to mention-

basically if a pony were to engage in battle stuff, some little tricks as a last ditch attempt to creat espace between themself and the enemy include:

Earth: stomping the ground so hard that your opponent loses balance

Pegasi: Creating a guest of wind to blow your opponent away

Unicorn: stab with the horn <3

[vertumnanaturalis]

so uh. arts not been arting for me the last few months, lots of complicated issues at play with that, but my exo brainrot is unending and I've taken to designing npcs in the sims when I feel the design need but art is shrimply not happening. These ones are of varying degrees of canon-ness and importance, pretty frequently picked at random or because I previously made a family member or partner of theirs.

I tried to group them together by family or age or work relation but god does Tumblr not like large images so forgive me for the spam. I'll add names/pronouns/relevant ages under them; Strato-side kids closest to Sol's age will have 3 designs, each while Strato-side teenagers between Tammy and Kom's ages will have 2 each.

Under the cut if you dare (warning! Spoilers mentioned & extremely image heavy)

Also uh. you will notice that a few of these people aren't on the current npc list or don't match with it's info. Long story short its getting some refining and that included some new kids and other changes that required a lot of pulling things out from the roots. one of those things playing into why arts not been arting while.

Anywho;

Arroyo - he/him - ages 12 / 16 / 19 - The younger son of the Stratospheric's original Chief Steward, a future member of expeditions, a convienient and accidental scape goat for people to reason away Dys's crush on an unseen pretty boy, though they don't actually have any strong opinions on one another

Simplicity "Plic"/"Lis" - she/her - ages 12 / 16 / 19 - Lazy girl born and raised in the creche, supposedly she helps out in the depot, she might "date" Nomi down the line (but by date I mean "we say we're dating but I think we might just be hanging out because neither of us know what to want or expect from a romantic relationship", there's no hard feelings after it ends) if Nomi doesn't end up with Rex or Sol

Peregrine "Penny" - she/her - ages 11 / 15 / 18 - A perfectly nice girl, but fades away in the crowd, she likes to tease the other kids a little too much, one of the passionate romances referenced in the endings where Cal doesn't settle down with Sol Tammy or Anemone, it is not a pretty breakup

Evanescence "Evan" - he/him - ages 11 / 15 / 18 - The spoiled only child of two older parents, a prolific momma's boy in childhood but a heartthrob with a bad reputation later down the line, another one of those passionate romances mentioned in Cal's ending text, with his being the last before Cal settles down with the farmer from the Heliopause

Philosophy "Sully" - they/them - ages 10 / 14 / 17 - The only child of a single father who works in engineering, loves a good game of sportsball but has no interest in the rest of what the garrison offers, the middle of Cal's three passionate romances and the only one to end on good terms

Opulence "Opal" - she/her - ages 14 / 19 - Friendly and absentminded, she can never resist a good piece of gossip, she dreams of starting Vertumna's first offical news source, her oldest child is born about a year after Echinacea (and Sol might even deliver him!)

Vertex "Tex" - he/him - ages 14 / 19 - The older son of the ship's original Chief Steward, a punk who likes to get dangerous with the wildlife and a tendancy to take things too far

Tempest "Pem" - she/her & they/them - ages 13 / 18 - Rebellious older girl whos behaviors only gotten worse since losing a father during the Stratospheric's crash, rude and obnoxious to the adults but always has a soysweet on hand for the kids

Chrysocolla - they/them - ages 13 / 18 - creche-born kid and resident class clown, the smart kid who doesn't put in the effort after seeing the younger geniuses around them, takes a painfully long time to confess to their best friend

Coriander "Cory" - he/him - ages 13 / 18 - Quiet and plain-looking boy who helps out in the kitchens, he struggles to stand out next to his sisters, feeling like the lesser triplet for not being identical

Scallopini "Pina" - she/her - ages 13 / 18 - A cheerful girl who both has more energy than the rest of her family combined while still remaining total chillax, started dying her hair blue so people could tell her and her sister apart

Amaretto "Ame" - she/her - ages 13 / 18 - A meek but passionate girl, she feels like she was born in her sisters contrast, struggles to find her sense of self when the most unique thing about her is that she's got nothing unique at all

Falchion "Kion" - he/him - ages 13 / 18 - Teenager who seems desperate to find his place in life, often making dangerous mistakes in the process

[Left] Hyacinth "Cici" - she/her - age 17 - A young sniper from the Heliopause, the future Chief of Security in timelines where Sol and Anemone are not and Vace hasn't handled his issues yet

[Right] Lunation "Luna" - she/her - age 19 - Previously the Heliopause's current doctor-in-training, a catastrophic brain injury during the crash has drastically changed her life and put her on indefinate medical leave

[Far Left] Champagne "Champ" - he/him - age 9 - a young boy who starts out eager to grow up and become a soldier, but might find a different calling in life with help [Middle Left] Schnapps - he/him - age 40 - A cook from the Helio who takes the culture shock better than most, has a weekly card game with Nomi's dad [Middle] Crocus "Cro" - she/her - 38 - A cook from the Heliopause who prays in secret that her children do not die child soldiers [Middle right] Affogato "Affie" - she/her - age 13 - One of the teenage soldiers who follows Vace around, she's desperate to impress the older kids and will cruelly treat others like stepping stones to do so [Far Right] Meringue "Meri" - she/her - age 6 - The last child born on the Heliopause, she's destined to become a doctor when she grows up, she first gained an interest in medicine during gene therapy like Tangent

[Left] Harpsicord "Harrie" - They/them - 51 - An actual rocket scientist that ensured the rocketship got to Vertumna, Saga's doting wife and Evan's adoring Mada

[Right] Sagacious "Saga" - She/her - 46 - A sweet and loving auntie from geoponics who remains painfully oblivious to most well-known gossip, her casual tendancy to spoil and coddle her son drives Flulu up a wall

[Far left] Hibiscus "Hibi" - she/her - 35 - One of the surveyors in charge of rescues and it's acting emt, a control subject born from the same series of augment tests as Tonin, she's suited more to space than the planet the same way he is, Vertumna terrifies her daily and she fears for the futures of her teenage triplets

[Center left] Rumination "Rumi" - he/him - 46 - A talented guitar player who enjoys lying to children and is in a committed relationship with the bit, works in rescues with Hibi, holds the technical title of "Former Chief Surveyor" as he was the presumed next-in-line when Imbroglio abbruptly retired a decade prior, although he only held it long enough to laugh himself sick and walk out the door, he's the sole reason Utopia's accent is like that

[Center right] Paprika "Prika" - she/her - 37 - Mechanic in charge of expeditions equiptment and transports, has a hair trigger temper with certain subjects and a habit of spraying offending teenagers with the hose, the irony of her student/trainee Thicket being the biological-via-donation child of her partner and later her own biological-via-donation child joining expeditions are both frequent source of jokes for awhile

[Far right] Brassica "Braz" - she/her - 39 - One of the construction workers who had trained for that job specifically, has a lot of pratice mediating problems that her partner's anger issues cause, got on the ship by pretending to be in a relationship with a friend and convieniently "breaking up" once it was clear they were never going to form a family unit

[Far left] Revolutionary "Lulu" - she/her - age 28 - primarily a geoponics farmer, an on and off member of the greater geoponics area wlw polycule, in a queer platonic relationship with Blip

[Middle left] Sorbet - she/her & they/them - age 27 - a steward who primarily works in the kitchens, another on and off member of the greater geoponics area wlw polycule; she was the egg donor and surrogate for Benji (the young doggy boy npc)

[Center left] Habitation "Hab" - he/him - age 26 - one of the ships dedicated creche parents; part of a closed chain polycule of 4 people (no overlap with the greater geoponics area wlw polycule); loves his job but resents ship administration for passing him and his family unit over during the last round of children born in space, yet making him feel pressured into agreeing to surrogate one of the other children

[Center right] Oblivion "Blip" - he/him - age 26 - an engineer in space but shoved into more general work after landing; loves his best friend but her polycule stories scare him a little, you will never see his entire face, but if you did he could easily pass as Dys & Tang's relative despite not being related at all, the fourth youngest person to leave on the Stratospheric

[Middle right] Optimism "Tim" - he/him - age 26 - stuck to janitor duty in space but also shoved into other jobs after landing, one of the few people guaranteed to live to Sol's 20th birthday, the third youngest person to leave on the Stratospheric

[Far right] Jubilation "Jubee" - she/her - age 26 - same deal as Blip; she was the surrogate for the last child born in space (Enigma, the girl with the rainbow hair), and is still recovering physically and emotionally when the game starts; her twin sister Jamboree died before she left, but only one of them was ever going to be picked for the ship, she can't remember her sister's face anymore; the second youngest member of gen 2 after Utopia

[Far left] Coralline "Cora" - she/her - age 28 - the ships fourth dedicated creche parent on paper, she's frequently pulled to help on the farms after landing, a consistant member of the greater geoponics area wlw polycule

[Center left] Pyromania "Sparky" - she/her & they/them - 29 - Originally just a part time security officer, her soldier duties quickly begin outweighing her cultivator ones, she started dying her hair like that when she found out the meaning of her name and keeps it another month every time someone calls it tacky, it's been 12 years; another consistant member of the greater geoponics area wlw polycule

[Center right] Curarine "Curie" - she/her & they/them - 32 - A pharmacology researcher doomed by the narrative, the youngest person on the Stratospheric chosen for her skills rather than genetic diversity, she quickly disapointed Instance with her undriven personality, another consistant member of the greater geoponics area wlw polycule

[Far right] Unity "Nita" - she/her - age 31 - The only one here who exclusively works in geoponics, she was four seperate farming wlw until the latest revamp forced me to compress her down into one, the last consistant member of the greater geoponics area wlw polycule

[Left] Mangosteen "Maggie" - she/her - age 30 - Maggie's death when the Strato lands is unavoidable (as her infant twins Whimsy and Praline fill the role of "orphans from the wormhole crash" during babysitting), once a frequent member of the greater geoponics area wlw polycule but had been avoiding the dating scene after a really messy & very public breakup of her throuple with Yuzu and Cinnamon, she was a creche parent and a hydroponics farmer on the ship

[Right] Yuzu - any pronouns - age 31 - Yuzu doesn't 100% use the term wlw but does work in geoponics and either is currently or has previously been dating the same overlapping circle (though they've also been avoiding dating, but mostly because the rest of the polycule "doesn't want to pick sides"), they avoid Maggie's children like the plague

and that would be it for tonight lads, it is now night'o'clock and my hands are starting to hurt, I think I got all the right info down but if not I'll fix it tomorrow or whenever I notice theres a problem. If you've gotten this far I hope you've had fun looking at some of my little guys

[angsty-prompt-hole]

all of the pre-relationship bracket for an oc couple of your choosing

Oh the Haven/Liam brainrot is hitting me hard now so I'll do this for them.

How did they first meet?

Through supremely funny circumstances ngl. Liam had just ruined all of his close relationships because he had let an eldritch abomination possess him so that he had the power to go after the serial killers that had killed his sister and a handful of other people, and eldritch energy tends to linger, so he kind of reeked of eldritch.

Haven was visiting a friend of hers who just so happened to live in the same building as Liam and was friends with him, a woman named Fred (she will come up later lmao), and Haven sensed the eldritch energy radiating from Liam. She has a bit of a history with this particular creature, so she stormed down to his apartment, kicked the door in, and threatened to kill him before Fred stopped her and explained the situation.

What was their first impression of each other?

Liam was honestly just kind of bamboozled at first. This woman had just broken into his apartment and threatened to kill him, but also she was kind of hot in an unhinged way, and she was the only one who didn't treat him like a fragile glass sculpture because of what he had been through.

Haven kind of just looked at Liam and went "oh...oh he's pathetic and fucked up...I must have him." It was also very weird for her to find someone who wasn't scared of her, and that kind of infuriated her.

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

Oh my god Fred shipped these two so hard she could tell they liked each other and she did literally everything in her power to put them in situations where they would be trapped alone together. And considering she had taught herself magic, there was a lot she could do lmao.

Liam's found family (a group of young adults he had kind of sort of adopted: Nicholas, Patricia, and Annie) had varying opinions on this. Patricia did NOT like Haven at all, Nicholas was down with helping Fred plan her shenanigans to get them together but he didn't really have a strong opinion about it, and Annie secretly kind of liked Haven, but she was too scared of Liam to really tell him she approved.

Haven's phoenix Fenris also very much approved of their relationship, but only if he got to third wheel because he likes to be in the center of EVERYTHING.

Who felt romantic feelings first?

Definitely Haven. She will deny it forever and always, but she definitely felt attraction first.

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Haven fought HARD against her feelings. She had had a lot of bad, traumatic experiences with relationships in the past, and she was TERRIFIED of entering into another one. One of her past relationships had been a manipulative immortal serial killer, one of them had been killed by said serial killer before she could admit her feelings, and her last non-one night stand had ended with the other person breaking up with her because they were scared of Haven's intensity.

She crumbled almost instantly when Liam showed a single crumb of genuine affection towards her though.

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

Haven: What the FUCK are you on about?? That's bullshit. No one likes me that much.

Liam, very hopefully: Wait, really?

What would their lives be like if they had never met?

A big part of their relationship arc is that they would both be so much worse off without each other. Liam was quickly on his way to drinking himself to death because of how he damaged his relationships with his found family and the trauma of everything he'd been through, and Haven would have probably turned out ten times worse had Liam not become what was basically her morality pet.

Haven did have other very important relationships that might have kept her grounded (like her two children she basically adopted, Fred, and her phoenix Fenris), but none of them were romantic, and none of them ever got to know Haven as well as Liam did. Even if it hadn't been romantic, Liam was able to get close to Haven and help her heal in a way no one else had been able to do in centuries, and it was crucial for her in so many ways.

[scheodingers-muppet]

Welcome back to "Jace has Stranger Things and Taylor Swift brainrot." On today's episode: Red. I'm going kinda out of order, but I honestly think I'll end up doing every album so if you want to see a specific album, let me know

State of Grace: Steddie. "I never saw you coming" "You were never a saint, and I've loved in shades of wrong" They both can be mean and tough, but they were so soft around each other almost immediately

Red: Stancy, from Steve's POV. The relationship was honestly toxic, but it was filled with adrenaline and most likely Steve's first real love. Losing her was hard, since he loved her so strongly. I'm also a "Steve's emotions are too big for his body" person so I might be projecting

Treacherous: Lumax. Max grew up without a strong sense of what a healthy relationship should look like. Her stepdad sucked and was likely awful to her Mom. She's scared of what love and letting people in her bubble mean. Then you add the fact Billy straight up told her to avoid Lucas but she couldn't resist. Then Lucas warning her that getting involved with him could be dangerous. It's not safe on paper, but she loves him

I Knew You Were Trouble: Stancy, from Steve's side. I promise not all the breakup songs will be Stancy. But the line "the saddest fear comes creeping in that you never loved me, or her, or anyone" paired with the fight, her inability to tell Steve she loves him, the strain with Jonathan in season 4. It just fits so well

All Too Well: Mike and El. "Any time now, he's gonna say it's love. You never called it what it was, til we were dead and gone and buried, checked the pulse and come back swearing it's the same." "You kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath" and Mike literally keeping her a secret at first. "I'm a crumbled up piece of paper" as an analogy to the letters. "Maybe we got lost in translation" and El feeling like she isn't even the same species as Mike. "The idea you had of me, who was she? A never-needy ever, lovely jewel whose shine reflects on you" Need I continue?

22: Season 3 Elmax at the mall. Just being teenage girls, the way they deserve. Also, imagine them having a sleepover, dancing around screaming this song while Hopper's at work one night. Adorable

I Almost Do: Jopper. I think the idea that Joyce waited for Hopper, for him to mature or whatever it was, and finally had to stop waiting. It tore them both apart, but I think Joyce would have had a similar reaction to this song; through Lonnie (or however you spell his name), Bob. Everything

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together: Lumax. My on-again-off-again OTP. Another big slumber party song. They will get back together though, let's be honest

Stay Stay Stay: Platonic Stobbin. I just know Robin would be horrible in an actual fight, she'd get so ready for someone to leave and just snap at them. Steve would try to make her laugh once they sit down to talk it out to relieve the tension. In Steve's eyes, everyone he loves leaves, but Robin stays

The Last Time: Byler. Will has had to beg Mike to give him some attention lately, like in season 4 with the letter fight. "The is the last time I'm asking you this, put my name at the top of your list" "You break my heart in the blink of an eye" "This is the last time I say it's been you all along"

Holy Ground: Platonic Stancy. Like, they've both moved on and have each other as friends in their lives. I love the idea of Steddie and Ronance, with Steve and Nancy dancing together at their weddings

Sad Beautiful Tragic: Jancy. They only started hanging out because of tragedies. Their relationship has only existed because of horrible things, but they found beauty in it. "Distance, timing, breakdown, fighting" and "Could you just try to listen?" with the fight in season 3 and them living on opposite sides of the country in season 4.

The Lucky One: Steve. "You had it figured out since you were in school, everybody loves pretty, everybody loves cool" Everyone is quick to tell him he's got it good since he has a rich family and was Mr. Popular, but he's lonely. "Your lover in the foyer doesn't even know you." "You don't feel pretty, you just feel used" "You wonder if you'll make it out alive"

Everything Has Changed: Lumax!! "All I've seen since 18 hours ago is green eyes, and freckles and your smile in the back of my mind" "All I know is a simple name and everything as changed" from Lucas's pov. "All my walls stood tall, painted blue but I'll take 'em down and open up the door for you" "All I know is a new found grace. All my days, I'll know your face" from Max

Starlight: Robin. I think Robin would love space and the stars. We know she loves music, and I think she'd like to dance too. Also the line "worrying so much about things you can't change. You'll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way" fits her so well. And the line "He's talking crazy, dancing with me. We could get married, have ten kids and teach them how to dream" reads to me as Robin playfully joking about Steve's old crush on her, and I think the two of them would totally hang out on Robin's prom night, but Steve would still make her dance because everyone deserves an awkward prom slow dance

Begin Again: Max, not necessarily about a relationship though. This song makes me think of Max's damaged relationship with men and the party helping her heal that. Billy was abusive, her stepdad sucked. We see Steve be that protective figure where Billy was the opposite. Hopper would totally also take her under his wing and show her what a father figure should be. The boys in the party treat her as an equal. They think she's fierce and funny and beautiful, but they treat her as a person too. She's not used to that; the men in her life haven't been good to her. But they're showing her how worthy she is

The Moment I Knew: Byler. I love Mike, but he's severely dropped the ball for Will. Will was so excited to see him in season 4, but he's hardly paying attention to him before everything happens. Add the fact that season 4 should have been over Will's birthday

Come Back... Be Here: Steddie. "I told myself don't get attached." "I don't want to miss you like this" "If I had known what I'd known now, I never would've played so nonchalant" "I can't help but wish you took me with you" "This is falling in love in the cruelest way" "This is falling for you and you are worlds away"

Girl At Home: Honestly, Murray. Why? I Don't know. But it's him.

Ronan: Hopper (I'm sorry) I think we often forget he lost his daughter, and not only that, he blames himself. The little memories we see show how much he loved her.

Better Man: Max about Billy. She wanted to love him but he was so horrible to her and we see in season 4 how she does miss him. "Talking down to me like I'd always be around, push my love away like it was some kind of loaded gun" "I wish it wasn't 4 am standing in the mirror saying 'you know you had to it' I know the bravest thing I ever did was wrong"

Nothing New: Nancy. "Girls go out and have your fun' then they hunt and slay the ones who actually do it" Nancy tried to be a teenage girl and lost her best friend, blames herself for it, got slutshammed to the whole town, and became a monster hunter. She deals with the most sexism, both from other characters and the fandom. "what will become of me once I lost my novelty" "how can a person know everything at 18 and nothing at 22?" "She'll know the way and then she'll say she got the map from me" about Holly or Erica, and feeling so conflicted because these girls look up to her but she feels like a mess who shouldn't be a goal to reach. Especially for Erica, since she got roped into the Upside Down stuff so young.

The other vault songs don't really match in my opinion, so this is all for today

[fanaticastrid]

I'm ALREADY thinking of a damn sequel for Don't Freak Out, Don't Resist when the first chapter isn't even written yet. BRAIN. STOP.

Anyway, I'm going to take the opportunity to yap about DFODR because BMC brainrot still going strong. Why? Because I'm bored.

So- first yapfest? What else but Observer?! They're Esther's SQUIP- she's one of the two main POVs, the other being, you guessed it, Observer (no spoilers on the third, it's only once or twice anyways!) and the antagonist. I'm aiming for something like this for their portrayal: the crack child of Vox and Bill Cypher that was raised by Pilot Alastor before being promptly dumped in the woods and later found by Mr. Puzzles. In short, completely unhinged, manipulative, and dangerous, yet still somehow fun (in a chaotic way), mentorly, charismatic, and of course they love to help and keep you-well, Esther- safe! They care!

Heck, this is an early version of their introduction currently in mind:

"ESTHER STEPHENSON!" The gray man bellowed excitedly. He reached for my hand and shook it vigoriously, and I noticed that he didn't feel solid, exactly. More like... I don't know, a vibrating glass? It was hard to describe it, but I felt a small buzz where he grabbed me. "Quite a pleasure, darling! Quite the pleasure indeed. I am your Super Quatum Unit Intel Processor- your SQUIP."

He flexed his hand, and a cane manifested from what look liked pixels appeared in his hand. The cane, which was long enough to also be considered a staff, had a blue orb on the top. An eye winked open on it, staring curiously at me. "Although, you may call me Observer," the man said, shooting me such a wide, bright smile that hurt to look at.

Observer has their own plans, and Esther is the unfortunate innocent soul caught in it. I'm honestly excited to REALLY show Observer's evil side here with how irredeemably CRUEL they are. This is a character I WANT people to hate and also love them for it.

Things follow the same formula as the musical, more or less: outcast wants to improve life, takes a thing that seemingly helps at first only for things to go south and eventually be a matter of stopping a world domination plot. With Observer, that means total control of humanity and the rest of SQUIPkind, all in the name of keeping Esther happy and safe! To them, Esther's happiness and health are a priority as it can affect them too! They do care about Esther- they're just going to VERY extreme lengths to do that and also make sure other humans and SQUIPs will be safe, too. It's all about self preservation!

Next yapfest, Esther herself! Struggling with college and a terrible job with a SQUIP crazy boss that keeps pushing her to get one, she gets tricked into taking a strange SQUIP pill- one that turns out to be Observer. At first she hates the new addition, but comes to appreciate her SQUIP's usefulness, listening to their words: don't freak out, don't resist!...theeeen things get fishy, and almost too late does Esther realize Observer's true intentions with her massive friend group.

Much like DLAU Lester, I had no idea what to do for her personality, so I just used myself as a template. I'm sure you can tell where Esther gets her stubbornness lol... I kinda think her and Obsy might have a sort of sibling dynamic once we get to the midway point, but who knows. It's still early.

And the third yappening... a certain purple themed SQUIP, Observer's nemesis will be in the story. I want more time for them, but so far I only know 2 times- the "You Know That Guy, Obsy?" scene and the finale. Scribe is important, and he deserves time in the spotlight.

[kkyaka]

A Secret No More

Summary: Resisting someone is a lot easier said than done

Pairing: Suna Rintarou x black!fem!reader

Warnings: sexual tension, suna's a tease, a little bit of second-hand embarrassment (if you see it that way), wet dreams, oral (f), fingering (f), protected sex and then unprotected sex, creampie, creampie kink? (if that's a thing), brat taming sort of, one (1) clit slap, handjob, face-sitting, multiple orgasms, reader and suna get caught, brother's best friend trope, p0rn with trash plot

Word Count: 5759

A/N: Me? Posting a fic? And it's trash? Tbh, I've had this fic in the drafts for a long time, and the suna brainrot was too strong, so I wrote it, and it took me like two months 🙃. I don't hate this fic, but I definitely have some reservations about it lmfao, and this fic might seem kind of rushed and that's bc I was just focused on getting fucked stupid by Suna 😌

The first time you met Suna Rintarou, it wasn't the normal or best first encounter for two strangers to meet. You were peacefully sleeping, actually very much enjoying your sleep when someone bursts into your room, the door slamming against the wall.

"What the fuck?!" you yell, lifting your head up quickly as you can, anger and tiredness written all over your features as you turn your head to look at the door.

"Oh, shit, this is not Aran's room," the voice says, a light chuckle following after, and you can barely make out the figure standing in your doorway, sleep still blinding your eyes.

"Suna, I told you, second door on the left." You recognize the voice as your brother's, and Aran is pushing Suna away by his shoulders before leaning in your room to close the door. "Sorry, y/n. Sleep tight."

You give him a grumpy look before laying your head back down, and luckily sleep comes back to you pretty easily.

And you were stupid to think that that would be the only run-in with him.

You were back from college for the summer, but that meant Aran was back too. What you didn't expect was him to attract someone that loved to get on your last nerve. You've known Suna for as long as Aran has, but you didn't know him.

You saw him around the halls in high school, and it wasn't until his third year that he really started talking to you. And it's not like you wanted that to happen, more like he was doing it because he knew it would piss you off. The more you responded to him in one-word answers, the more he pressed you.

It even got to the point where he would throw an arm around your shoulders, and the more you tried to shake him off, the tighter he would hold on. At the time, your face showed that you hated it, but a (very small) part of you couldn't help but feel proud when you had envious eyes on you from some of the girls when he did have his arm around you.

Aran didn't even blink, actually pretty okay with whatever your relationship was, not seeming the least bit worried. Honestly, it's not like you'd try to have a relationship with Suna, and he seemed to feel the same, so it was just left at whatever you'd call it.

Until he came back.

You thought you were okay, you thought you were in the clear, but he somehow managed to get hotter over the couple of years where you didn't see him. But that's not a big deal, you've seen plenty of hot guys in your life, so it doesn't phase you. At least you thought it didn't. But the fact that he's been at your house like he lives here is making it harder for you to ignore him. And it's hard to tell if he's doing it to annoy you or because he just wants to spend time with Aran.

The first option starts to look like the actual reason when you find yourself looking through the fridge late at night. You couldn't sleep, and you were hungry, so you're looking through the pantry, now the fridge trying to figure out what you could eat, and you bend down further, moving stuff around.

"Nice panties."

You practically fly off the floor, smacking your head on the doorway of the fridge. You groan as you stand fully, turning around to see Suna in nothing but grey sweatpants, chain glowing under the hue of the fridge light, standing by the other side of the counter. You're rubbing your head, but then it dawns on you what he said, realizing you're wearing granny panties at that, and your eyes widen as you tug on the hem of your sweatshirt. "What the fuck are you doing here?" you hiss, mostly in anger but partly embarrassment.

"I think the more important question is why you're trying to seduce me with granny panties."

You roll your eyes as you close the fridge. "Fuck off, Suna, I don't have to explain myself to you." He starts walking around the island, but you don't falter. "And I am not trying to seduce you," you scoff, crossing your arms over your chest but soon dropping them in fear that he might be seeing too much, even though he's basically seen all of it.

Your face is still hard, but it softens when he rest his hand against the fridge next to your head, essentially causing you to back into it. "Is that your final answer?"

"Yes, Suna that is my final answer," you lament, and you shrink a little when he leans down towards your face.

"You sure?" You huff as you relax against the fridge.

"Yes, Suna. I'm sure," you press, but he doesn't budge when you answer.

"I think you're lying." You raise an eyebrow, a confused slash annoyed look on your face, and you see him glance down, and you look down, seeing how tense your thighs are. You roll your eyes, relaxing them even though you thought you were already in that state.

He smirks at you, moving his hand from the fridge, but he stays close to you. You jolt when he lightly runs his fingers over the area on your head that you hit. "Your head okay?"

You roll your eyes, knocking his hand away before brushing past him. "Yeah, no thanks to you." You don't let him respond, walking away and picking up your pace slightly knowing his eyes are drilling into you as you disappear upstairs and into your room. You close the door before throwing yourself on the bed, groaning loudly into your pillow.

How was he able to point out something that you were trying not to focus on? So much for not being phased by him. You slam your fist down on the bed a couple of times in frustration, turning your head to the side. You hate how your body is still reacting to him even after you've left, and you don't dare to do anything about it.

You try to think about ex-boyfriends, anything but Suna, but your subconscious only moves back to him. You groan again as you get more comfortable. It's going to be a long night.

You're surprised that you got a decent amount of sleep, and you don't actually remember being awake for that long before you actually went to sleep. You trudge down the stairs, yawning softly, and you stop in your tracks when you see Suna sitting on the couch.

You groan internally, attempting to make your way to the kitchen without saying a word to him, and he stops you once you get to it. "Wanna play?"

You turn around, seeing him holding another controller in his hand, and you rest a hand on your hip. "What's in it for me?"

"Winner picks the punishment for the loser." Now that piques your interest. You glance at the screen, seeing the MarioKart starting screen, and you smile softly, a game that Aran could never beat you at. You give him your answer by walking over to him, taking the controller from him, and you're about to step in front of him to sit down on the couch, but your eyes widen when you feel his hand pulling you down by your arm.

You grunt softly as you land on his lap, and he tightens his grip on your waist when you try to move. "What the hell?"

"My thighs are cold," he says off-handedly, starting the game, and you glare down at him, but he only responds with a small huff, his eyes staying glued to the screen.

He picks the track, one of the harder ones, and you try not to shift so much as you get comfortable, finding yourself perched on him more on the awkward side, and he sits back against the couch, adjusting his hips, eventually putting you flush against him. You clear your throat as the countdown starts, trying to focus on the controller in your hands and not the rippling muscles under you.

The game starts, and you're flying through the track, playing this game so much as a kid paying off, but you notice Suna not doing as well. You don't say anything, but you can't help but notice on his screen how he seems to purposefully run into things that he could've easily avoided, and you frown when he blatantly goes flying off the track.

You win with flying colors, and you turn to flick him in the forehead. "What was that? You obviously threw the game."

He shrugs as he sets the controller aside, a smirk moving back on his face. "Oops." You scoff, setting your controller on the couch next to him, and he grabs your hips when you try to move. "You have to pick the punishment," he reminds you.

"That game wasn't fair," you respond. "We play another one and then I'll pick." You really don't have one in mind, but you're more annoyed at the fact that he threw the game.

"How about I just eat you out?"

Your eyes widen, feeling him squeeze at your thigh, and you try not to shift on top of him, easily feeling him through your...

Where are your shorts? Why are you still not wearing anything but underwear? You feel heat rush to your face as you press your thighs together, your heart starting to race. "Does that sound like a punishment to you?" you ask softly.

"Far from it."

"Then why do you want to do it?" You can barely hear your voice, the only thing you're paying attention to is his fingers sliding further and further up your leg, playing with the hem of your sweatshirt, but not going under.

He shrugs. "Why not?" he counters back, and even though he's giving you vague responses, you're still having a hard time running the words through your head, and you gasp quickly when two of his fingers are suddenly rubbing at the crotch of your panties, and you can see him smirk when he feels the fabric already becoming soaked.

"What about Aran?"

You're speechless when you're suddenly being flipped, the ceiling in view before Suna rises above you. "You know he's not here right now." His fingers are running through your folds now, and you can't even think at this point, already becoming sensitive, wanting him to touch you more, but you'll die before you admit that to him.

Your face is burning, your body starting to heat up as well, and you set your arm over your eyes, wondering when the fuck this took the turn it did. "I take that as a yes?" You barely hear him, but you know there's a smug grin on his face as you nod.

You're quick to lift your hips when he pulls at the fabric, letting them fall off his fingers and to the floor. You can hear him shift before his hands throw your legs onto his shoulders. His fingers run over your skin so lightly, like they're barely there, and it seems to make you even more aroused, and you can feel his breath against you when he speaks. "You didn't answer the question."

Is he really going to make you say it?

You can barely register that his finger is running up and down your folds. "Hm, such a pretty pussy. Shame I can't taste it," he drawls, his lips brushing against you.

"Yes, Suna, it's a yes." You're nearly screaming in frustration, and you hear a faint chuckle come from him, and he wraps his arms around your legs, licking up through your folds, swirling his tongue at your clit. You whine softly, keeping your arm thrown over your eyes, but the first taste of you only makes him eat you out with more enthusiasm.

He pulls you into his face, his tongue everywhere at once before sucking your puffy bud into his mouth. You don't really worry about holding anything back because it is just the two of you in the house, and you don't even think you could if you tried.

"S-Suna." You can't even recognize your voice, breathless as you feel yourself getting closer to your high, your legs starting to shake, but they can't go anywhere, Suna's fingers digging into your thighs so hard, you think it'll leave marks.

He groans against you in response, and your legs squeeze around his head when you feel his fingers sliding into you, the sound of your wetness loud to your ears as it easily helps him move in. He stretches you out, spreading his fingers as he looks at you. "You gonna cum?" He presses the pads of his fingers on that sensitive spot inside you, making your answer delayed.

"Look at me," he orders softly, but you don't move your arm, too focused on the increasing pleasure. You groan when he slows his fingers down, completely taking his mouth off of you. "Look at me, and I'll let you cum."

You feel his fingers start to stop completely, and you let your arm fall to the side, your face ridiculously warm as your eyes meet his. He smirks, your eyes fluttering closed and then back open when he lets his fingers pick up the pace they were going. He moves to hover over you, his thumb pressing at your clit as he keeps his fingers moving.

You grab onto his wrist, trying to keep your legs from thrashing wildly, and your eyes close as your orgasm runs through you, your back arching as you moan, Suna holding your arm down so you can't put it back over your face. He fucks you through your high, sucking on his fingers when he pulls them out of you.

He leans down over you, his face inches from yours. "I kinda cheated using my fingers, no?" he asks, and you're still trying to catch your breath, your brain still jelly from your orgasm. "Let me make it up to you by making you cum on my dick."

You gasp loudly as you jolt awake, sitting up quickly in your bed. Your hands land on your face as you look around your room in horror. A fucking dream about Suna? How hard did you hit your fucking head? You groan loudly as you throw the covers off of you, yanking your sweatshirt off next, and chucking it in the direction of your hamper.

It doesn't make it in, slamming against the wall next to it before it falls to the floor. You punch your pillow before grabbing it and screaming into it. You don't really care about waking Aran; not even a train horn could wake him up. In the midst of your anger, you can still feel your core throbbing, and you slide out of bed, deciding at a cold shower might help your head get a fucking grip.

You open your door, nearly jumping out of your skin when your eyes meet Suna's chest. You sigh heavily in annoyance before realizing that now you don't have anything covering your upper body, and you don't even know how to hide yourself with your arms. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I was checking to see if Aran was still snoring like a freight train," he says and then points towards the living room. "The couch is killing my back."

"Well, you could always just go home," you bite back, resting a hand on your hip, and he huffs fully turning to you.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he mocks you softly, his eyes running down your body, and you shrug to try and ignore what you're bodies screaming.

"Minding my business," you reply quickly, raising an eyebrow, and he tilts his head to the side.

"Really?" The last thing you want to do is stand here--nearly naked--and go back and forth with him. Your eyes widen when he pulls you into him by your waist, your hands bracing on his chest. "You sure you weren't thinking about me?"

His finger starts from your neck, trailing down your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake, before circling your nipple over the fabric of your sports bra. "Why would I be thinking about you?" Your voice is quiet and slow, your focus mostly on his finger running down your stomach and to the waistband of your panties.

"Why're you always denying yourself something you want so bad?" He leans down, and you part your lips softly, and you want to groan when he pulls away from you, a shit-eating grin on his face. "Just admit it, princess."

"Admit what?" You don't know why you're playing stupid, you know exactly what he wants you to say, but there's a part of you that doesn't want to give in yet. He just hums to himself, and he starts to remove his arm from you, and you tense, at a war with yourself whether or not to move to stop him.

Right as his fingers are about to leave you, you grab his wrist. Damn it, you want him so bad, your body feeling like it might be aching at this point for his touch. You want to see if he's better than the dream version of himself. He nearly laughs at your action, and you seem to sigh in relief when he finally kisses you, both of his hands resting at your waist.

He moves the both of you into your room, closing the door behind him with his foot before you both blindly step towards the bed. He lets you fall back into your bed, not wasting any time to climb onto it and rest his legs on either side of you. He kisses over your jaw then your neck as he pulls the fabric over your chest, rolling your hardening nipples between his fingers.

"You were dreaming about me, weren't you?" You bite your lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatens to slip out as you shake your head.

"No." You never told such an awful lie, and you know he doesn't believe you, raising an eyebrow at you before closing his mouth around one of your nipples as his hands ghost down your sides.

"You're telling me that I didn't make you this wet?" You go to shake your head again, but he's suddenly sliding two fingers into you with no problem due to how soaked you are. "Stop being a fuckin' brat. It's annoying."

You smile but it's quickly replaced by a soft gasp when his fingers seem to reach further than yours ever could. His fingers feel so much better than your dream, so real, you can't help but sink further into the bed. "Or what?" you taunt, and you almost scream when he speeds his fingers up, and he knocks your hand away when you try to grab his wrist.

"You won't get to cum," he says easily with a shrug. "Simple as that." Your eyes slip closed as you fall apart on his fingers, his thumb rubbing over your clit, and when you start moving your hips, he stops you with a firm press of his hand on your stomach. "Suna," you breathe in protest, barely looking at him as you try to move but to no avail.

"You gonna stop being a brat?" You can't give in that easily, and you're able to manage a smirk when you look at him, only for it to fall as you start to feel yourself about to fall over that crest. But then he's yanking his fingers from out of you, and you hear a disappointed tsk over your whine of dissatisfaction.

You look up in enough time to see him getting rid of his clothes, your eyes becoming lidded when they land on his dick bobbing up and down as he moves to kneel back on the bed. You feel drawn to it, your hand gripping him softly, watching the pink tip disappear underneath your fingers as you stroke him. He groans quietly, and you look up at him, giving him a quick squeeze to see how he reacts.

His eyes flutter closed, and you go to do it again, but he stops you, pulling your hand away. You want to ask how and why he just so has a condom in the pocket of his sweats, but you save it for another time. You watch him slip it over his length, and he replaces your hand, stroking himself as he lines up with your dripping hole. "You want it?" he prompts, looking up at you as he places the tip at your entrance, and you give him a challenging look.

"What? Do I have to earn it?" He returns your smirk with an evil one, not waiting for another second to slide into your awaiting cunt, and you both moan as he stretches his way inside, your nails digging into his arm while your body is going limp at the same time.

"I'm still gonna fuck you," he states when he bottoms out. "But you won't get to cum." He doesn't let you respond, the quick change of being full to completely empty to full again, rendering you speechless. He has your wrists in one hand, keeping them above your head as he fucks you so deep, it feels like shock waves run through your body every time his hips meet yours.

"You trynna wake up your brother?" he asks you suddenly, and you hadn't realized how loud you were being, immediately silencing yourself the best you can with the amazing stimulations. He keeps a hand on your thigh, lifting it up to rest around his waist before he leans down, swallowing your attempted muffled noises with his mouth. "Don't cum, princess."

How he knows your body when this is your first time together baffles you, but that's something to worry about later. You whine softly, wanting to touch him at least, find something to ground yourself, but his hands don't move from your wrists. You try to say a stuttered version of his name multiple times, but he stops you. "Say my name when I'm fucking you this good," he whispers, and your eyes roll as your back arches before you let it slip out.

"Rin--please," you choke out against your will, and you bite your lip as you keen when you feel him rubbing at your clit again.

"Hm? What're you asking for?" he teases, and you feel like you might cry in frustration, not wanting to give him any more satisfaction of having the upper hand, but your body is starting to take over for you.

Your toes curl as you feel your high approaching fast, and you know that the moment you feel yourself about to cum, he'll take it away from you. "Wanna cum," you plead softly, and he huffs before he groans, your walls pulsing around him signaling how close you are.

"Yeah? You think you deserve to?" He slides out of you almost entirely, the tip only inside of you, and you wrap your legs around him, trying to keep him inside of you, but he's stronger, holding his place.

"Suna." Your chest exhales in annoyance, and he brings a hand down to slap at your sensitive clit, the stinging sensation making you yelp.

"What'd I tell you?"

"Rin, just let me cum, please," you beg, correcting yourself instantly. "Let me cum."

You're shaking with need, and if he didn't have your wrists, you would be pulling his shoulders into you, and in the middle of your incoherent begging, he slams back into you, filling you up to the hilt before he starts his brutal pace again. He crashes his lips down on yours to stop the scream that nearly gives the two of you away, and he finally lets go of your wrist, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders.

Your nails dig into his shoulders, moaning with every press of his tip to your cervix, his hips slapping against you so loud, and if you were even the slightest coherent you would worry about the volume, but the only thing you're focused on right now is reaching your high. He grabs your legs, pushing them further up his waist, and it seems to allow him to go even deeper.

You can't even keep up with the kiss anymore, and he sucks on your tongue as your cunt sucks him in with every thrust, your juices making a mess of both of you. You don't even get to warn him, but you don't think you need to, your orgasm hitting you out of nowhere. Your body goes hard, your back arching as your mouth opens in a silent scream.

Suna moans as his hips falter slightly at your walls clamping around him, and he looks down at where he's disappearing in and out of you just in time to see you squirt all over him. "Oh, fuck," he groans, his eyes rolling as he cums, his rhythm slowing down, and his thrusts become more languid as he rides out your highs.

Your legs fall on the bed next to him, and he catches his breath, his chest heaving before he grabs your jaw softly, your eyes peeling open, bliss the only thing blown in your pupils. "No more being a brat, yeah?" You give him a lazy nod, a relaxed smile coming over your face, and he grins as he meets your lips again for a sloppy kiss.

And that was the start of your fling, or whatever people would call it. You both had fallen asleep after a couple more rounds, and you woke up with a blooming soreness in between your legs and to the other side of the bed empty. You freeze momentarily when you realize that you slept with Aran's best friend. And you liked it. It was probably--no, definitely--the best sex of your life.

You don't even want to think about how Aran would react, but you and Suna don't make it obvious that you're seeing each other. Suna's still constantly over your house, but now he has more than one reason to be. During the day and while Aran's home, you and him keep your distance from each other, keeping the bickering up to sell the act.

Aran doesn't seem to suspect anything, but Suna eventually gets tired of sneaking around at your house. He doesn't want Aran to find out just as much as you do, but that doesn't mean you can't just come to his place more often.

He practically got you in his bed the second you walked through the door, and now you're both lying naked, tangling in his sheets, with his face buried in between your tits. You're scrolling through your phone as your nails run through his scalp softly, and you think he's asleep when you feel him say something against you.

"What?" you say, pulling away so that you can look at him, and he looks up at you.

"I said I want you to sit on my face." You can only blink at him, not really knowing what to expect, but it definitely wasn't that.

"Why?" you question, your face growing warm, and he shrugs. Of course, he'd be so nonchalant about asking you something like that. It takes you some convincing, mostly because you don't want to suffocate him, and he just responds with, "If that's how I go out, so be it."

You try to tell him that that's not a good way to sway you, but he's not listening, moving to lay flat on his back, looking at you expectantly. You hesitate, setting your phone on his nightstand, but you slowly start to move, and he nearly yanks you on top of him. You straddle him, and you can hear him breathing you in, his hands rubbing over your thighs and your ass. You feel your face growing even warmer when you hear that he's smelling you, and you're about to tell him to stop that when he licks a big stripe through your folds.

You gasp in surprise, your hands falling down on the bed next to his head as he continues to lift his head to suck at your clit, his tongue prodding at your hole. "I thought," he starts, moving his hands to your waist. "I told you that I want you to sit on my face."

You can't really hear him, but you yelp when he pulls you down, your pussy directly on his face, and you know that he can't breathe, but he doesn't let you move. You moan loudly as he makes out with your sex, his nose bumping against your clit as he eats you out like there's no tomorrow.

Your hands card through his hair as you start to ride his face with the best of your ability since he basically has you in a death grip. Seeing and hearing you fall apart because of him never fails to make Suna hot, and he loosens his grip on your hips to make sure you don't lift yourself up, and he brings one hand down to his throbbing dick.

He moans against you as he strokes himself quickly, his thighs tensing at the feeling. "Fuck, Rin." You let your head fall forward as you grind against his face, your body ridiculously warm as you feel your orgasm building.

Suna can feel himself starting to get light-headed, and he doesn't know if it's because he might actually be suffocating or because the weight of you on his face is making him dizzy with lust. He moves his head up, finding your clit and circling it with his tongue before pulling it into his mouth, and he moans loud when he feels you cum on his face, and he cums immediately after, his hips bucking up into his palm as he strokes himself until the sensitivity makes his body tingle.

You tap on his hand to get him to relent, and you move off of him, falling down on the bed next to him, and you see him take a huge breath in, his face coated in your cum, some of it dripping onto the sheets under him. "You could've fucking died, Rintarou," you breathe, catching your breath as well, and he just smiles at you.

"Considered what would've killed me, I don't mind," he responds, and you roll your eyes.

There've been too many times where both of you have almost gotten caught, both of you having to be careful even at Suna's house because Aran started to come over every now and then. But Suna can't resist you, knowing that Aran wouldn't be home for a short period of time, not even time to really fuck and dip, but he pulled you into your room, shutting the door, saying that "he'll make it quick."

He teased you the entire time Aran was still here, so it didn't really take him that long to make you cum the first time, and after your second one, he finally fucks you.

Your arms are wrapped around his shoulders as he bounces you on his dick, his face smashed in your chest as both of you moan in tandem. One of his hands grabs your ass, keeping one hand on your hip to keep you moving. "Fuck, you feel so good, damn it," Suna moans, panting into your chest.

This is the first time he's been inside you raw, all of the other times he's conveniently had a condom, but in his rush this one time, he didn't have one. That didn't stop him though, but it definitely made it harder to hold out. Every time he closes his eyes, he hyper focuses on your warm, velvety walls pulsing around him, and it makes him feral, causing him to drive himself into you even faster.

You throw your head back, your moans echoing loudly across the room, and the constant clench of your walls around him means you're close. "Fuck--I'm gonna cum," he announces softly, and he tries to distract himself by leaving marks over your skin.

You let your head fall forward, your mouth hovering over his ear, and he can feel the smirk on your lips. "Want you to cum inside, Rin," you purr, and he shakes his head quickly.

"Stop it," he orders weakly, but he's practically drooling on your chest, his eyes rolling back into his head.

You're moaning in his ear, but you don't stop, finding enough strength to keep speaking. "Cum inside me, Sunarin."

He whines and his fingers dig into your arms as he thrusts one, two, three more times before shooting into you, painting your walls white. You cum soon after, and he lifts his head up to watch your orgasm wash over, your back arching, pushing you into him.

He rubs his hands up and down your back, one hand pushing you down to meet his lips by the back of your neck, and you both exchange loud wet kisses. "Fuck you," he breathes with no heat behind it, a smile on his face, and you laugh softly.

He doesn't let you move, keeping you close to him as the sweat on your bodies starts to cool you off, and then your door opens. "Hey, I just wanted to ask--"

You both freeze, your eyes widening as Aran stands in the doorway, and Suna falls over, and you have to bite your fist at the impact when you hit the bed because he's still inside of you. "y/n," Aran starts with a confused chuckle as Suna throws the blanket over the two of you.

"It's not what it looks like," Suna says quickly, and you slap him lightly on the back of the head.

"It looks like your dick is in my sister." You and Suna visibly cringe, and you can't even bring yourself to look at him. You pictured him finding out by maybe one of you finally caving and telling him, not in such a compromising position.

"I can explain," Rintarou starts, and Aran puts his hand up.

"There's no need." You frown in confusion, and Suna squints at him.

"You knew the whole time, didn't you?"

You hear a heavy sigh. "Yeah, I did."

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𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮 | 𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - bisexual!hinata shouyou x gn!reader, hinata shouyou x miya atsumu

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 - angst, break up

𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤 - hinata shouyou is trustworthy - with everything except for your heart

𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 - 2.4k words

𝘵𝘸 - slightly descriptive nsfw?, cheating (i'm sorry to be doing my children hinata and atsumu dirty this way but this got stuck in my head 😭), major angst, break-up, no happy ending, lots and lots of crying, lots and lots of reader's internal thoughts, atsumu is an asshole

𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 - this is the result of brainrot i had stuck in my head after reading chapter 18 of SabbyWrites' A Study in Depravity. HAIKYUU BOYS ARE NOT CHEATERS - I REPEAT, HAIKYUU BOYS ARE NOT CHEATERS. BISEXUAL PEOPLE ARE ALSO NOT CHEATERS. i just couldn't resist writing this lmao

also, i'm doing my best to make this a gender-neutral reader, but it might lean more towards AFAB/non-binary readers since i'm both ashelkgjkdlkjf male-identifying readers i'm sorry

thanks @meiansmistress, lou (LouEve_094 on ao3), lena, and emmy (Noisy_Emmy on ao3) for betaing! your feedback helped me a lot

𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙨 𝙙𝙣𝙞 - there are some descriptive scenes of smut in here 👀 shoo, shoo

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

You know this.

It's the reason you met, after all.

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The summer you moved to Miyagi, following your father's dream of teaching in a little town similar to the one he lived in as a child, you were unhappy. Who could blame you, after all? You had a comfortable life back in Osaka, and unlike your father, you were a city dweller at heart. It was also the middle of your first year of high school—who wanted to transfer schools, let alone across prefectures, in the middle of a school year?

It was hot in Miyagi, and when the moving truck broke down on the side of the road, the entire family piled out and sat on the curb. Just your father (who you were still mad at), your mother, and you. That was what it had always been. Sure, you had friends, but somehow the friendships never got too deep. You were willing to bet that within a month, there would be no texts other than the occasional New Year's greeting or "happy birthday" from your so-called friends back in Osaka.

And don't even get you started on romantic relationships. It wasn't that you weren't attractive, or that you weren't easy to get along with—it was just that there was never anybody. Yes, you had liked people before, but nothing had ever come of it.

Your mother piped up, saving you from your dark thoughts about the state of your relationships with other people. "Y/n, love, can you go back down the hill again? I think we saw a konbini a bit that way, please buy some cool drinks." she says, depositing coins in your outstretched hand. Oh well, something to do, you supposed.

You strolled casually down the road, sweating buckets. When you pushed open the doors of the konbini—Sakanoshita Store, you noted, it definitely didn’t look like a konbini—opened, you basked in the cold air of the air conditioner for a bit. As you stood there, looking a bit dumb with your arms outstretched, you felt a weight barrel into you from behind.

With a bang, you fell forward, the weight landing on your back. "Ow!" you cried, rubbing your right wrist, which had unceremoniously made contact with the ground, pain shooting up the limb. You twisted around to glare at whatever had so unceremoniously bowled you over. You were met with the sight of wide, brown eyes and flushed cheeks. "Sorry!" the boy squeaked, getting off of you quickly. "So sorry!" You frowned and got up.

"Watch where you’re going, okay?" You were a few centimeters taller than him, you noted.

He started blabbering, talking about how he needed to get the first-aid kit because a "Stingyshima" had "accidentally" ran into "Bakageyama" and this "Bakageyama" now had a bleeding knee and that he was the fastest runner in their volleyball club (he was strangely emphatic about this point). By the time he was finished rambling, you were chuckling slightly. It was obvious that he hadn't meant anything by running into you, and it was actually kind of endearing how earnestly he was trying to explain himself.

You held up a hand, stopping him from continuing to ramble. "Y-you aren't mad, right?" he asked anxiously. You smiled and shook your head slightly. "It seems your team trusts you to help take care of your friend, so why don't you grab the first-aid kit and go help him?" You suggested gently.

He nodded quickly and darted behind the counter, grabbing a white box. As he jogged away, he seemed to remember something and turned around to holler at you. "My name's Hinata Shouyou! I'm a first year!" he introduced himself in a bright voice.

Just inside the konbini, a small smile slipped across your face.

Hinata Shouyou, huh. He seemed nice.

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

It's the reason you fell in love with him.

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The first day of school, you meet Hinata Shouyou again. And again. And again. He somehow seems to pop up everywhere you go—not that you're complaining, he's entertaining and nice—and soon, you think you can count yourself as his friend.

You go to his game against Aoba Johsai, then Shiratorizawa, then you're hugging him as he jumps up and down, celebrating their win. That’s the first time your heart jumps when you look at him, haloed by the lights of the gym.

Slowly, you feel yourself falling in love with him. Not just falling for him, no, because Hinata Shouyou will not let anyone do anything in halves, especially not falling in love. Shouyou, to you, (because by then you were on first-name basis) is someone you can rely on, someone that is always there, like the sun, trustworthy.

And because he is always there, it's also easy to confess to him in your second year. You know him well enough by now to know that even if he doesn't feel the same, nothing would change about your friendship except for the addition of unspoken words. And you think that he might love you back, if the lingering glances and brighter smiles are any indication.

Your guess is right, and by New Year's break, the two of you are a happy couple.

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

It's why you let him go, if only for a little bit.

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When Shouyou left for Brazil, you took a break from each other. To be honest, it was your idea.

It wasn't that you didn't think that you couldn't trust him ten thousand kilometers away—it was that you knew you would hold him back. He was going to Brazil to chase his dream, and having a tether to his hometown would only slow him down. It hurt, having to say goodbye at the airport, but somehow the two of you got through it.

You still talked—a little more than "just friends" should—but you were careful not to let him think that you were together.

Shouyou was meant for greater things, and back then, as an insecure, just-barely-adult going into medical school, you weren't sure if you fit into the picture.

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

It's the reason why you let him back in.

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When Shouyou returns from Brazil, the first person he visits is you. You, all the way out in Osaka, pushing yourself to your limits as you study for med school. When you open your door and see him standing there, smiling as bright as ever, you fall into his arms—both literally and metaphorically. It turns out, even two years later, you trust him to catch you.

It was all too natural for you and Shouyou to get back together, and by a stroke of luck, he joins the MSBY Black Jackals, right there in Osaka. You move in together, his slightly larger salary allowing the two of you to rent a bigger apartment.

Yes, it's hard work being in a relationship again, but you like having Shouyou to return to every night after your shift is over. You wake up early every morning to make the two of you breakfast and lunch, and Shouyou always has dinner waiting for you when you step back in the door, often also staying up so that you can talk.

You're content.

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

It's the reason why you think nothing of his closeness with his teammates.

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Shouyou has always been a people-magnet. Even back in high school, everyone loved him. Shouyou is bisexual. You know this. He’s always had more than enough love to give back, too, and his bisexuality had never impacted your relationship. Why should it, when you’re every bit as queer as him? Your relationship was strong, and you believed in it. That's why, at every team dinner that he takes you to, when someone else inevitably takes the seats next to him instead of you and you're relegated to a corner, you don't worry about it. Shouyou loves you, and it doesn't matter where you sit for a couple of hours.

Yes, Miya Atsumu is a bit aggressive whenever Shouyou compliments him, throwing a smirk over his shoulder at you triumphantly, but you chalk it to them being good friends and Miya-san wanting to get to know you better by having a little friendly competition, and that's okay.

Yes, Shouyou starts going out with his team more and more, but they're his team. He's supposed to be close with them.

Yes, you start to feel a little neglected, but it wasn't as if you were the most attentive back when you were still struggling through med school.

And anyways, Shouyou always makes time for the two of you on Saturdays, your designated date nights. You have trust in your relationship, in its rock-tight foundation built upon years of knowing each other.

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Hinata Shouyou is trustworthy.

It's why you believe his words.

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One Friday, after an especially busy shift at the hospital that got cut short for you when a coworker unexpectedly came in to fill in for you, you decide to head home early and get some rest, maybe cuddle with Shouyou while watching those romcoms you both enjoy.

You had told him that you'd be home late that night, and you hoped that you could surprise him with some dinner. So, you swung by his favorite yakitori place and ordered dinner, driving home as fast as you safely could.

As you open the door to your apartment, you hear the distinctive sounds of sex, skin slapping on skin, grunts and moans, high keens. You frown. Maybe Shouyou was watching porn? He sometimes liked to get himself ready (the two of you enjoyed the occasional pegging) before you got home. You drop the food on the kitchen table and put your jacket on the hook.

"Love, I'm home!" you call out softly. No response.

Frowning deeper now, you move towards the bedroom door. Just as you're about to open it, you hear something that stops you cold.

"A-ah, Atsumu!" It's distinctively Shouyou's voice, and suddenly, you can't move anymore.

Shouyou, who told you you could make it through med school.

Shouyou, who made you yakisoba and miso soup whenever you were stuck studying.

Shouyou, who whispered sweet nothings in your ear every morning as the two of you made breakfast.

Shouyou, who is currently in bed with Miya fucking Atsumu.

You want to get up, you want to slam open the door, you want to demand answers, but somehow, you can't get your legs to budge from the spot in the ground they've rooted themselves to.

Then,

"Who do you love, Sho?" Atsumu growls.

Your heart skips a beat.

No.

No.

You pray to all the gods you know that what's about to pass Shouyou's lips will miraculously stay trapped in his throat, but it seems like the gods don't feel kind today.

"Y-you, Atsumu, you!" you hear Shouyou cry.

Your heart shatters into a million little kaleidoscopic pieces. Tears start running down your face, hot, involuntary, painful, because they represent the six years of a beautiful relationship down the drain, because nothing will ever be the same, because Shouyou is cheating on you.

Finally, your legs decide to move again. It seems like someone else is controlling your body as you walk towards the door, opening it with a shaking hand.

Shouyou is pinned down by Miya-san on the bed, legs thrown over his shoulder, as he slams into him.

The door bangs against the wall.

Shouyou looks up, and when he sees you, his face floods with guilt.

You don't say anything. You just stand there, tears flooding down your face, betrayal evident in your expression.

"Y-y/n!" he says. "I-I- I swear, this isn't-" he begins.

You cut him off. "I don't want to hear it, Shouyou." you spit.

Miya-san chuckles. "Who are we kidding, this is exactly what they think it is. What, did you think that you would be enough to satisfy Sho? You, with your infinitely busy schedule? You, who has no clue about volleyball?" he says, cutting into you.

"Atsumu, stop!" Shouyou says, frantic. He can tell that he's going to lose you, but he's not going to go down without a fight. "Babe, I love you, please-" he says, getting out of Miya-san's embrace and moving towards you. You sidestep him, holding a duffel bag with a change of clothes.

You stand there, looking at the scene, chuckling darkly inside your head. Just a scorned lover, a man, and his side-piece. You take a deep breath.

"You know, Shouyou, if you fell in love with someone else, you should've just told me. I trust you to be honest. I'm leaving—because even though you might love me, you're in love with Miya-san." you said.

Shouyou looks stricken with guilt, but you know it's from lying, not because he loves you anymore. Your laugh is broken and rough on the ears. "You think I didn't hear you? Oh, Shouyou, I heard more than enough. Have a nice life, and I hope that you remember how you broke me. I hope it fucking haunts you to the day of your death," you hurl at him.

Because even though at that moment you're screaming at him, you know that you still love him, that you’ll always will love him, and that you will carry this scar for the rest of your life. And even though you love him enough to leave now, to let him be with the person he loves—you still have enough love for yourself to hope that he bears some of the weight of this horrible, messy end too.

And with that, you walk out the door.

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But you're wrong.

Hinata Shouyou might love Miya Atsumu, but he still loves you more.

Years later, looking back, he comprehends that he didn't just break you. As he stares at his empty apartment, devoid of a lover—because what you said was true, he still carries the guilt, the memory of your tear-stained face, the recollections of your golden time together that ruined any relationship he might have had before it started, the echo of your absolute trust in him,

—Hinata Shouyou realizes he ruined himself too.

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[staggeringsmite]

HELLO! just finished properly listening to your (amazing!) corruption arc playlist! I have many thoughts, and so I wanted to ask you about specific moments and/or characters that you associate with songs (as mentioned in your tags), as I am simply SO intrigued. (did you have certain songs that were added for certain character(s)? were any songs for specific what if's? etc.) also, please consider this a free pass to ramble about anything related to the playlist that you wish. it is SO excellent!!

AHHHH!! thank you jade (both for the compliment and the free space to yell about my thoughts here because when i get playlist brainrot i get it Bad <3) // the playlist in question

i think i'm genuinely going to do a song-by-song thoughts below the cut, but here are some overview thoughts/associations if you don't wanna read all of that or don't have the time!

overall this started with athena by nova twins! i thought the sp*der imagery and overall vibe was great for a more sinister look at the wacky (mostly) chaotic neutral party as they are, just going full lolth. i wanted the pacing to be semi-slow and then drop into the more rock-heavy reckless villain-y section before moving into a (?) bittersweet? i guess? end that feels a bit more like a question mark of if it was worth it.

i think this party is full of extremely interesting motivations to side with an evil power for their own gain/the benefit of the people they care about, and each one of them has a very complex relationship with that so things spun wildly out of control as a thought about this.

for songs i associate with specific characters here's an overview, but you'll notice there aren't a lot for fy'ra rai or orym which i get into a bit more in the song-by-song:

all: i come with knives, into the spin, steady/steady, control, bad dreams / lolth: million years, athena, diggers / dariax: diggers, plenty, hollow / dorian: athena, grenadine, dangerous / fearne: plenty, you should see me in a crown, black wave / fy'ra rai: home / opal: home, grenadine, black wave, you should see me in a crown / orym: i'm not calling you a liar, dangerous

song-by-song >:)

1. i come with knives (acoustic) - this song, zoowee, so i went with the acoustic version because i think it's a nice slow but sinister start and it very much gave me the feeling of whenever you begin as a character to question taking this kind of power, that is a Source yes that you can do whatever with but is rooted in temptation and associated with evil, is there any real justification for that which is not in some part selfish. "i come with knives and agony to love you" if that isn't the chosen ones to a T in their overall reasoning for even considering a deal with lolth. and as much as that may be rooted in care, and wanting to be strong and powerful enough to protect the people they care about, it is a painful way to love when you really choose that path once and for all.

2. into the spin - this one is based on "slow climb but quick to descend" and i love the instrumentation as a part of the overall vibe, but it's about sowing the seed here. planting even a hint of consideration in accepting the power of the circlet and lolth's words is going to need time for the person to mull it over, but once it's on it is On baby.

3. million years - this is what i mean by All In Baby, and while it isn't the playlists narrative point of anyone actually accepting the power for good, it is a glimpse intended to shake things up after an 8 minute slow start with the first two songs, and this is all about lolth who is a Chaotic Evil entity, who is a reckless and hauntingly destructive force <3

4. home - "everything you made will end up broken" i think this song to fy'ra rai is more of an omen, of everything that she cannot fix but wants to, knowing that she cannot make choices for the group and seeing the potential path they could wind up on and knowing that fundamentally if they go that way it is their decision no matter how much it will hurt her - for opal there is SOMETHING about the tone of this song that feels very much like her, and the complete lack of care it seems to have to rattle off mundane things to the intimate drama of the place, to omens, to demands/declarations i think it shows her personality well and how that pairs with a chaotic neutral entity being offered something like the power of the circlet

5. steady, steady - idk if this is necessarily everyone but the mix of you know when you're ready and i am ready to be the one, this is the song about taking the leap and grabbing for power and/or fy'ra rai and orym's feelings of diving in with them or resisting/leaving them

6. diggers - for lolth this is just the consistent "i've been waiting for you" in the bg which i found fun and disconcering but also i think this is the perfect party and perfect storm for her to convince someone to use the circlets power >:) - for dariax! it seems with what we know he doesn't really know that he is a divine soul sorcerer? unless that is a show he is putting up. still, i feel like him carrying the circlet is Very interesting as someone with a divine bloodline who is in a way being given/chosen for that type of power holding onto this artifact born from evil and perhaps being tempted by it & i think this song works as an interesting back and forth for him with the strange double-entity grab for him in a way

7. athena - truly just a banger that fit the vibes wayyyy too well and started this whole thing, it's loud and reckless and out for blood babey <3 - i think i associate it with dorian mostly because i also associate it with lolth and he is the closest to really taking that leap in canon (and also probably the first one the go if we're following this playlist like a story with everyone/most everyone going corrupt, though it can be read truly infinite ways these are just compiled songs) i think it has a certain flair and appeal that just makes me Feel like it's the song that would play the second dorian puts the circlet on (which! fun fact! decreases your charisma by 2! have fun beloved bard!) - i think it's a very intense conversation

8. i’m not calling you a liar - okayokayokay it's orym thought time bc there are sooo many worlds and routes for orym here and i truly have no idea where he would even end up in this hypothetical. do i think that orym loves these guys and wants to protect them? yes. do i think that he may genuinely take the pain of loving them and keep his morals by walking away and/or turning on them if they all go evil? maybe. do i think he also might love them enough to throw that away? maybe. in a party of all chaotic neutrals besides him without fy'ra rai he is surprisingly the wild card here. while they have each other and no one else, he has the teachings and wisdom of the voice of the tempest and a moral compass that does not align with theirs at all. so, something has to give! dorian's slide into chaotic neutral was natural, but i think orym would be giving up Much More of himself to let himself slide from neutral good to chaotic neutral. i have no answers only sad, sad hypotehtical questions and scenarios so i will just, leave you with "and i love you so much, i'm gonna let you kill me." - this song also comes here before the storm of the 3-5 because whatever way he goes i think orym sees it all happen before anyone else does.

9. grenadine - Do Not Tell Me You Couldn't Hear villainous opal and dorian say the lines "what a big heart i have, i'll be your savior now. what a real catch i am, all the more to pull you down." - i see this song as playful but more genuine for dorian in terms of Truly Really believing any action he does to protect his friends is justified and good to him in his eyes whereas this is a very playful song for a villainous opal - they both give off this vibe strongly though (could see this one for fearne as well but don't have a good a justification)

10. black wave - helloooooo my favorite druid and warlock?? going apeshit with power? more so than they already are on a day-to-day basis (esp given episode 6 combat)? that's what this song is about. "stumbling down the street i swear to god you don't wanna test me" - i also think they both have an interesting question with "what do i believe?" with fearne being of the feywild which is a place of considerably different moral standing to exandria and opal being so young that she doesn't have the world figured out at all <3 terrifying and upsetting when you get into those questions on a corruption arc <3

11. you should see me in a crown - okay i knooooow this one is on the dorian playlist BUT vibes for my brutal babes <333 something about opal’s whole personality and fearne confronting the mirror self But eventually choosing/heading down the path anyway?? impeccable i love it there’s very few other thoughts here

12. control - OKAY not only does this song Fuck but i put it as party wide because i think it transitions nicely into the end of the mix which is more of the “questioning this decision after going all in but not being able to turn back/was it all worth it in the end?” part - i mostly love the “though i like the idea of providence... i’m in love with control” repeated because! i think the circlet is very interesting in that it has been iterated many times over that though it has connections to lolth and she has some claim/twisted abilities with it, it IS just a power source. so, the idea of going all in and accepting this power is an incredibly interesting dilemma of “who’s in charge here? did you really put it on/would you have without these dreams and lolth’s influence? are you really in control?” i think this song really represents that admission/delusion of control in this situation.

13. plenty - okay this song in any context is just my Feywild/Faerie Vibe song so i think this trails back to my feelings about fearne leaning into that different set of fey morals along a corruption arc, and as for dariax i think this is about abundance! following through that mixture of divine power source and chaotic evil god origin over dariax and his chaotic history of vast and varied experiences in emon, i think this very much befits a corrupt version of him.

14. dangerous - this song makes me insane, and the first reason i put it on the mix was the “the dead are true believers. rest assured. we are all believers” really just made me think of a terrible and cinematic moment of them discovering the circlet with the dead aboard the ship ESP in the context of this playlist’s narrative where that was the point they were destined to claim its power and go through their corruption arc - “how does it feel to be your own deceiver?” is the main reason and feeling as for why i made this a dorian song as well in line with “don’t worry i would do anything for my friends.” bc i personally find dorian’s corruption arc to be disillusioned with his own intentions and takes a lot of convincing himself that taking this power for his friends is noble in the scope of this group’s collective morals and self-interest in keeping each other safe and prosperous so <3

15. hollow - woowee dariax corruption, at least in this scope, i think is very frightening to me in that i think he’s going full maximalist, abundant, greedy, impulsive chaotic evil if we’re realllly leaning into a villain arc but still many of those things if we’re just going “this group is the only thing that matters and i’ll do anything for them no matter the cost” - i also think this song has a tone of resentment towards this? apprehension a bit? recognizing that this is how the person singing is but not entirely enjoying or feeling justified in it? as impulsive as dariax is, i think he cares A Lot, and is even a character i could see pulling a reverse dorian and going chaotic good in a different story than we’re in? “so simple when i was younger” and “i’d be a dancer of a different tune” really give me angsty dariax vibes in the height of his corruption arc

16. bad dreams - “don't you worry about your bad dreams cause I'm not in them. don't you worry about what change brings cause you can't stop it.” WOOF i don’t know that this one really needs to be explained but it’s the climax and the descent all in one of the party/corrupted individual being too far gone in their decision to step back or be saved. i think the tone of the song lends itself well to a mixture of uncaring but also giving some question to if they regret it or not based on the narration of the crowd against them.