#fucking stunning how they all grasp their characters

[claudiaeparvier]

Louis and his sisters

[itgirl-111]

OFFENSIVELY ATTRACTIVE VAUNT

Why do I have to be so offensively attractive? Everything about me from top to toe is perfection. You've never seen a face as pretty and flawless as mine. No cause why do I have to look this hot? I'm fr the hottest girl on the planet. Everything about me from top to toe is pure perfection, my individual features are perfect and flawless but when they come together they are so harmonious? Like everything just fits my face so fucking perfectly like it's meant to be there. Every inch of my face and body is gorgeous and flawless. I am a walking masterpiece, I'm a work of art. Everyone is obsessed with me the first time they see me, I am so drop dead gorgeous that people literally double take and gasp once they lay their eyes on me. I mean, I'm always the center of attention because why wouldn't I be? I high key give off real main character vibes, it's like I straight up walked out of an anime. It's near impossible for someone to look this humanely beautiful but I do because I'm just too damn stunning. I literally take everyone's breath away. I am so offensively attractive, people find it difficult to not look at me, I swear all eyes turn only to me because I'm literally the most beautiful ever. It's only once in a blue moon that you'd get a chance to see a person as attractive as I am, Im once in a lifetime afterall. I get complimented every single day, I hear everyone call me beautiful more than my own name. I am too painfully attractive, it's indescribable. I'm the typa girl who you see once and never forget. I literally got everyone feeling some type of way they never felt before. I am literally so utterly mesmerizing. I got everyone simping for me fr. I'd be literally breathing and everyone would be down bad for me, Literally down bad. I got universal sex appeal, meaning everyone regardless of sexuality is down bad for me . I am so sexy people genuinely cannot get over it and everyday I just get 100x trillion times hotter. I am just sooo damn fine like I've got too pretty of a face and even more powerful vibe. I believe in my supremacy fr. Sometimes it's just so hard to grasp the fact that a person as attractive as I, is living on the same planet as everyone else, everyone is damn lucky to be born in the same generation as I am. It's ridiculous how many simps I have, like damn I really got everyone down bad for me huh. I am the pinnacle of God tier beauty and charisma.

There's something about my vibe which is just so uniquely mine, like my vibe and energy is so one of a kind, everyone can feel my vibe even before I walk into the room. I give off an expensive, powerful, hot girl vibe who straight up walked out of an anime I swear lol. My energy is way too magnetic and irresistible, it speaks volumes. My presence is literally out of this world. The way I carry myself, the way I talk, the way I do things, the way I think, the way I look, my energy, my mannerisms, my habits, all of it is way too unique to be replicated. Everyone wanna study me like their favourite subject. It's impossible to mistake me for another one, I stand out and outshine literally everyone with my beauty, charisma, and interesting personality. The fact that it comes to me so naturally and effortlessly? Even better. I've got such amazing wit and humour, I'm so personable that people genuinely love to be around me even though I may seem intimidating at first. I always know how to spark interesting and amazing conversations, I know when to speak and be quiet, I got that perfect balance between loud and quiet confidence. My intelligence and the way I keep learning new things so easily? Even hotter!. I am an ICON. My energy is actually so magnetic, I have that little something, that is just so insanely attractive and captivating that it cannot be described in words, only felt. I truly believe in my own supremacy.

[satorusugurugurl]

Pairing: Geto Sugurux FAB!Reader

Warning: dirty talk, a little knife play, no blood, squirting, degradation, kitchen sex!

Word Count: 4,740

A/N: A modern college AU!! I just kept thinking of two things. Suguru Geto and a Ghost-Face mask! This is my first post!!

Summary: When you fall asleep waiting for your boyfriend Geto Suguru to get home, you pass out holding your book. The dark romance smut book. The same book your boyfriend picks up and reads. A masked stalker? Geto can give you exactly what you want!

MINOR DNI!!!

The second Geto walked into your shared apartment, the tension in his shoulders seemingly vanished. The stress of his night classes and future exams didn't matter. He took his shoes off. All that mattered was being here at home with you.

Treading into the kitchen, Geto blinked, stunned not to find you sitting at the counter—the spot you had claimed for the last three nights. You sipped on a cup of tea while reading the pages of your newest book, where you asked about his day and seemed hesitant when he asked you about yours. But that had to be because you were lost in your book.

Heading into the bedroom, Geto grinned, finding you curled on your side. Upon hearing your soft breathing, Geto treaded carefully toward your side of the bed. From the book barely in your grasp to the entire cup of tea on the nightstand, Geto could piece together what had happened.

You tried staying up late for the fourth night to welcome him home. It came as no surprise that you had fallen asleep. You were so selfless and caring; those were a couple of the many things Suguru loved about you. You deserved a good night's rest. Grabbing the book, Geto glanced around for your bookmark. He reached over your body, mindlessly searching for it under the blankets.

The second he pulled it out from the blankets, he opened the book to place it securely where you'd left off. But just before he closed the book, a particular line caught his attention. ‘My masked stalker bent me over the counter, tossing his knife to the side before he buried his cock inside of me.’ Suguru read the line over and over again before peering down at you.

What kind of book were you reading? You were his sweet, high fantasy fairy romance-loving girlfriend? The same girl that gets flustered over the couple having to share a bed at an inn?

Well, this was a pleasant surprise.

With his interest peeked, Suguru sat in the living room reading the first few chapters of your dirty, dark romance. Calling it that was an understatement. This book was filthy. The stalker wore a Ghostface mask, fucked the heroine with the handle of a knife, and killed anyone that touched her. The sex scenes were so dark, gruesome, and arousing. He could see why you hadn't been able to put it down.

And why you were always flushed when he came home.

He wasn't an idiot; he knew why you liked it. The author described the stalker character as tall, long dark hair, and incredibly strong. You saw him in this character. Was that why you were so hesitant every night he had come home? Did you want something from him? Perhaps some role-playing?

The more he read, the harder his cock throbbed. This book was what you had been squirming and fantasizing about. And if his assumptions were correct, these were things you might want to try out. How cruel would it be to allow you to continue to suffer in silence? What kind of boyfriend would he be?

With a few taps on his phone, Suguru smirked as he got the notification that his package would arrive tomorrow. There was no going back now. All he could do was wait.

(~)(~)(~) (~)(~)(~) (~)(~)(~)

“Did you finish it?” Shoko asked through your phone as you stepped off the elevator on the third floor.

“No, I passed out reading last night. I'll finish it tonight, though.”

“Are you going to ask Suguru to buy a Ghost-Face mask?”

The teasing tone in your friend's voice made you blush. Not because it was embarrassing, but because you fucking wanted to. Reading Leo’s Throne had awakened things you didn't know you were into. Like choking, biting, rough sex, and being chased by a sexy masked man.

Sighing heavily, you stopped, “Shoko, please,” she giggled at your pain, “it's embarrassing! I don't want him to think I'm some fucked up delinquent.” The line grew silent as hushed whispers bickered on the other line.

“Uhm, I hate to break it to you.” Gojo chimed in, “But beating your meat to a girl getting fucked with the handle of a kni-”

“Shut up!”

More laughter erupted from the other line. “Look, we're not kink-shaming you. We're just encouraging you to talk to Suguru.” Shoko continued as Gojo cackled.

“That doesn't make me feel any better.” A whine worked its way up your throat.

It wasn't like sex with Geto was dull! Not in the slightest. You had never squirted until you met your fantastic boyfriend. The man left your legs trembling and tears running down your face whenever you were intimate. But you just wanted something different. Different as in your boyfriend acting as if he was your masked stalker. Doing that meant you would be asking him to be rougher than he ever had been before.

Oh yeah, how could that ever be mortifyingly embarrassing?

“Just go at your own pace, Y/N. Don't force yourself if you're not comfortable.”

“Yeah, yeah, I just got home. I'll see you two later.”

With a final goodbye, you shoved your phone into your pocket as you unlocked the door to your and Suguru’s shared apartment. It was Friday, so he would be home tonight, seeing as he had no night classes. Now would be the ideal time to discuss the kinky things you wanted to try. For Suguru to be rougher, possibly wear a mask. . .and to chase you around the apartment before he fucked the air out of your lungs.

No holding back! Shoko and Gojo were right. There was no harm in asking!

As you stepped into the apartment, you knew something was different. The sun had just begun to set, and the living room light was off. Which was strange, seeing as it was on a timer. Did the apartment lose power or something?

“Suguru?” No answer. “Suguru, I'm home!” you announced as you slipped your tennis shoes off.

“Welcome home.” Hearing your boyfriend's voice from within eased your nerves.

“Hey, what's going on with the lights? Did we lose power or something?” Without Suguru’s response, you found your answer, noticing the stove clock and refrigerator buzzing hum. “Babe?”

Silence passes by before his chuckle resonates from down the hall. “I turned them off.” That was the only response you got back.

“Why?”

“I thought I would set the mood.”

“I'm sorry. What mood are you trying to set?”

“I'm thinking we could play a little, angel~.”

Your body stiffened, not from his tone or the way he was acting, but because he called you Angel. Never once in your two-year relationship or your five-year friendship has Geto Suguru called you Angel. But Leo Rainsworth, the stalker from Leo’s Throne, called the heroine Angel all the damn time. Because she was so pure, he saw himself as a dark demon.

You were fucked.

“Ohh fuck.”

Another dark chuckle echoes from down the hall. “Oh, fuck is right. You fell asleep with your book in your hand last night. I just happened to read a couple of chapters.” Floorboards creaked from the dark hall. “I just have to say, I didn't know you were into kinky shit like that.” Another creak had your heart thundering against your ribcage.

“I-I well, it was—” you stuttered, trying to find the right words. There was no denying Suguru had found your smut. So you might as well tell him the truth. “It was so fucking hot.”

“Was it now?” You hummed in response. “Were you wanting to try some of that stuff? Is that why you stayed up late waiting for me this week? You were hesitant to ask, weren't you? Didn’t want me to know how fucking kinky you are?”

“Y-Yeah, I wanted to ask, but I was nervous. I didn’t know if it would be a turn-off?”

Suguru sighed heavily. “Well, seeing as someone doesn't know how to communicate their wants.” The sound of something, hard, being dragged over the wall made your pussy clench. “I’ve decided to take matters into my own hands.”

A whimper passed through your lips. Holy fuck, the anticipation of what was to come was almost too much to handle. Shifting your legs, you felt just how wet you were. Your panties were utterly soaked with your arousal. Fuck this hot.

“Fuck.”

“Do you want this?” There was no trace of teasing in Suguru’s voice. He was serious, wanting to know if you were okay with this continuing. “Are you comfortable?”

“God, yes. I-I want this Sugu.”

The response was so sudden it took both of you off guard. No hesitation, no questions asked. Just a simple answer. One that was about to rock your world.

“What’s our safeword?”

“Pineapple.”

“And our safety colors?”

“Green for good, yellow means I need you to slow down, or I need to take a break, and red means stop.” You recited, stepping out of the kitchen to look down the dark hallway for your boyfriend. The eagerness was moving you a step closer to his voice.

“You use them if things get too intense. It doesn't matter how far we get. I could be inside you, but if you say red, we stop.���

“Right, I understand.”

A tall silhouette strutted forward as your eyes finally adjusted to the dark hallway. “Good girl,” he says, taking another step forward. “Now, do me a favor.” Suguru stepped out into the living room, and you swear your heart dropped into your stomach. “Run.”

Your boyfriend is shirtless, black jeans clinging to his hips. Dragging your eyes up, you bite down on your bottom lip. Every fantasy you had in the last four days comes true in seconds. Suguru’s handsome face was hidden behind a Ghostface mask. Making it impossible to read his expressions, which made this ten times hotter. The uncertainty of what was going on through his head had you clenching your thighs together.

“I said run,” he repeated, holding up a large plastic prop knife, “Angel.”

You turned, running towards the kitchen, your socks sliding against the hardwood floor. Just as you slid, a rush of air grazed your back. Looking over your shoulder, you inhaled, seeing your boyfriend on your trail. He didn’t even give you a head start. Goddamn, he was playing the part well. Ducking slightly, you pushed forward, stumbling, only to hear Suguru curse as he missed you again.

“Holy shit, what happened to a ten-second head start?” You gasped out, standing at the far side of the kitchen island.

“Tsk,” he ran his thumb over the knife's hilt, “and give you a chance to get away? I don’t think so.”

Suguru moved, walking towards you as you stepped back. He was like a great white shark, circling the kitchen island, stalking his prey. Which just so happened to be you. Knowing that at any moment he could charge you, it had your pussy throbbing in need.

“Oh shit.” You looked around, thinking of what to do. Heading to the living room would result in a short-lived chase. If you took it to the bedroom, you might just end up begging for him to fuck you. “Fuck, fuck me.”

“Oh, I intend to. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll have to cancel all of your plans tomorrow.” He smirked. “Not only will you not be able to walk, but I will mark you up. Make you even prettier than you already are.”

“T-That can only happen if you catch me.”

Hearing those words made Suguu’s body stiffen. His ab’s were rising and falling with labored breathing. Your eyes darted towards the prop knife, watching his fist clenched harder around it.

“If?” He asked, placing his free hand over the marble counter. “Baby, it’s not a question of if.” He leaned towards you. “It’s a question of when.”

Mouth dry, you gulped before slowly smirking. “Yeah, I’d like to see you try.”

“Ooh,” Suguru scoffed, “remember those words when my cock is slamming into your cervix.”

It happened so fast that it made your head spin. Like a predator, Suguru gracefully leaped, sliding over the marble countertop. Your jaw dropped as you stumbled back, staring at Suguru as he towered over you. He didn’t even give you a chance to process what was happening. His large hand grabbed you by the back of your neck. Suddenly, Suguru had you turned around and bent over the counter.

“What was that about seeing me try?” His voice was thick with need. “Well, look at you now, bent over the counter just like the heroine in your nasty. . .little. . .book.”

You knew that your inner thighs were slick with your arousal. “Oh my god.” You squirmed under Geto’s grasp, which made him push down on your neck harder.

“It was hard to imagine my sweet vanilla girlfriend getting off on something so dark and demented.” You jolted as he kicked at your ankles, spreading your legs further apart. “But seeing you like this, squirming, breathing heavily, I can see you aren’t as vanilla as I assumed.” His knee slid between your legs, pressing his knee firmly against your clothed cunt. “Tell me~ are you soaked, you nasty slut?”

“S-Sugu~!” You cried out, rocking your hips back against his knee.

“As pretty as my name sounded coming out of your mouth, it wasn’t an answer to my question.” His left hand slowly grazed under your shirt. “Perhaps I need to be rougher~?”

Before you could fathom that, cool steel grazed over the small of your back. The metal barely touched you, but it was still a sharp contrast against your rapidly heating skin that grounded you. Being grounded made things clearer as you realized that the prop knife Suguru was holding was, in fact, not a prop.

It was real.

“S-Suguru, is that real?”

Upon hearing your words, Suguru pulled the cool blade away. “Yeah, it is.” Suguru stared down at your bent form, waiting for you to respond. Your body had tensed up when he confirmed the steel was, in fact, real. “Are you okay? What color are you feeling? Talk to me, baby.” He wasn’t going to assume just because you hadn’t used your designated safe word or a color that, you were okay. “Babe, I need an answer.”

For just a moment, he assumed that maybe he had crossed a line. Before the doubt could settle in his gut, he watched as your stiff body melted against the kitchen island. Your hips rocked harder against his knee as your cunt throbbed through your leggings. A breath caught in his throat, seeing how you desperately humped his knee. Gritting his teeth, he fought against the urge to rock his hips against you. Despite your body’s actions and the desperation in your movements, he still needed an answer.

“Princess,” he groaned, “color.”

“Green!” You cried out, rocking harder. “Fucking green!”

“Good girl,” he fisted you t-shirt. “I’ll buy you another.”

You cocked an eyebrow, trying to look behind. “Another who—“You were cut off when Suguru stabbed the knife through your shirt. “Holy shit!” You slowed your movements as you listened to Suguru rip our shirt up the middle of your back.

“Oooh~ look at how pretty you are.” The knife slid under the hem of your leggings. “Bent over the counter.” With the jerk of his hand, you listened as your pants became his next victim. “Surrounded by the clothes I ripped off of you.”

He repeated the process, your thong and bra following your leggings, and that littered the floor. The whole situation was erotic; you felt your slick seep out of you, dripping shamelessly to the ground. You’d never been so fucking aroused. You needed Suguru so bad.

“S-Sugu, please!”

“Please, what?” His right hand left your neck, fingers trailing down your back. “Use your words.”

“Please, touch me!”

He hummed, training his fingers lower and lower before for inched over your ass. “Please!” a loud smack flooded the kitchen, followed by a sharp stinging pain over your ass.

“I told you to use your words, angel!” He snarled, pressing his body against yours. The knife pressed firmly against your cheek. “Tell me what you want slut.”

“F-Finger me! Fuck m, please! I need you!!” You cried out in desperation. Pleased with your begging, Suguru slapped your ass again before he wrapped his right arm around your waist, dipping between your legs. His fingers quickly began rubbing quick circles around your throbbing clit. “Fuck!!”

“Fuck, you’re soaking wet.” he increased the speed of his fingers, “it wouldn't take much to make you cum would it?”

He was right; it wouldn't take much to make you cum. “M-More!” You begged as he removed his knee. “Please don't te-AH!” Two thick fingers plunged inside your tight cunt.

“Heh,” he chuckled, “fuck your pussy is clamping down on me!” Suguru immediately set a brutal pace, curling his fingers up, reaching a little further as he rubbed your g-spot. “My dirty princess,” he fucked into your sweet spot over and over and over again. Not once letting up. “Does that feel good? I can feel your cunt twitching.”

“S-So good~! S-Sugu! Ah fuck, fuck!” his thumb reached up, rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts. “I-I’m gonna~!”

The cool steel of the knife pressed harder against your face. “Yeah?” Weakly, you opened your eyes, coming face to face with the Ghostface mask. “You look at me when you cum on my fingers.” His words made the coil in your abdomen tighten. “Eyes on me, angel~ you be a good girl and cum for me.” How could you deny him?

“C-cumming! I'm c-cumm—” A scream left your lips as you came. Your pussy clamped down on Suguru’s fingers as a stream of clear liquid squirted out of you. Feeling your juices hit the ground, spreading under his bare feet, ignited a need in Suguru.

“That's it!” He all but yelled. “Fuckin’ good girl~ so good.” Seeing you squirt always riled him up. Good god, he needed to see it again.

You had thought that he was going to work you slowly through your orgasm like he usually did. But not once did he slow down. Instead, he curled his fingers deeper, his pace not flattering, moving in and out faster and harder. All you could do was lay there, legs shaking as he finger fucked you.

“S-Suguru, w-what?!” you cried out as he growled in your ear.

“Again, I need you to fucking squirt again.”

“B-But Sugu, I want you!” Tears flooded your eyes, the pleasure becoming more intense with each thrust of his fingers.

“I know, I know, baby, give me one more and I fuck you.”

Seeing the tears spilling over your cheeks made Suguru throb harder. “Sugu~! I—” Suguru pressed the knife harder against your cheek.

“I don't remember asking. I’m telling you, you're going to squirt again.”

The chill of his words and the knife had your eyes rolling back. It was so overwhelming, so much pleasure. Your thighs were shaking, knees buckling in as he slammed directly into each g-spot. The coil tightened harder and harder until it snapped.

“That’s it!” Suguru praised, growling as your pussy fluttered around his fingers. “Come on, cum for me, cum on my fingers. Make a mess!” Your screams were music to his ears as he felt you cum. You squirted hard, coating your thighs, his jeans, and the floor.

He pulled his fingers out, glancing at your cum, that was dripping off his fingers. The two of you were breathing heavily, not saying a word. Suguru’s cock was so hard, the tip leaking pre-cum, painting the inside of his boxers. He knew you were enjoying this, but holy shit, he was enjoying it just as much, if not more.

“S-Sugu-”

Hearing your shaking voice brought him back to reality. His right hand gently rubbed up and down your back. “You okay? Need a break?” He watched as you shook your head. Your Y/E/C eyes were glazed over with lust as you pressed your ass back against his hips rubbing slowly against his cock.

“No fuck me, please fuck me. I-I need your cock.”

You listened to him growl deep in his chest. Suddenly, you heard his belt being undone, followed by his zipper. You didn't know what to expect. He seemed so calm and collected. But any average, calm person would not have tossed a knife to the ground. He most definitely would not have grabbed your hips so tight before suddenly slamming his cock deep inside your tight cunt.

The sudden fullness of his cock caused the air to escape your lungs. Your mouth formed an ‘O’ shape as Suguru pulled nearly out before slamming back inside you. Feeling your tight twitching walls hug his cock so snuggly had Suguru feral. He had no control over himself as he pounded your pussy, harder and harder with each thrust. He was so deep his tip gently pressed into your cervix.

“Oh, my fuckin fuck!” You cried out, his left hand gently pressing your head against the counter. “S-Su—gu—-ru!!” each syllable of his name was fucked out of you by his thrusts.

“Yeah~?” His hand left your head. Instead, his long fingers wrapped around your throat, gently squeezing. “Feels good? You like it like this?”

“Y-Yeah!! Deep so fucking deep!!”

“Fuck yeah, I am~ I feel your pussy clamping down. Did you imagine this~? Imagine me fucking you just as rough?” all you could manage to do was nod. “You like your stalker fucking your tight cunt?”

That sweet, smokey tone of his voice, your boyfriend's voice, had you clamping down harder on him. He was right; you did want this, and you fantasized about asking him to do precisely this. And he had fulfilled your fantasy, going above and beyond to make it perfect. He was perfect, so fucking good to you.

“Sugu~ Suguru~”

“Yeah? Tell me what you want~? Faster? Harder?” When you shook your head, he slowed his thrusts just a tad bit. “No~? What do you need.” His hand squeezed harder around your throat, cutting some of your air off.

You almost told him to keep going when he choked you like that. With a shaky moan, you turned, staring into the eyes of the Ghostface mask. “I-I want a kiss.” Out of all the things he had expected you to say, that wasn't one of them. But Get Suguru wasn't the kind of man to deny Y/L/N Y/N.

A whimper sounded from deep in your throat as Suguru gently pulled out. His hand slid down your curves, turning you around to face him. In the dying twilight light, you stared at the sweat beading against his skin, slowly running down his ab’s. Trailing your eyes up, his skin was illuminated by the soft pink and lilac tones from outside. After taking in his body, your Y/E/C landed on the mask.

His hand left your hip, tugging the mask off his head. Suguru’s dark eyes were glazed over with love and desire. His dark bun was messy; his bangs were sticking to his face by the sheen of sweat beading on his forehead. He was such a stunning man. And he was yours.

Tossing the mask to the side, Suguru’s hands grabbed your hips, placing you on the counter. As soon as you were settled, his lips slammed against yours in a heated kiss. One that made your toes curl as you matched his pace, kissing back with the same enthusiasm and force. It was the kind of kiss that made you moan into his mouth as he gently pulled you towards the edge, his free hand easing his hot cock back inside your pussy.

“Suguru.” You moaned against his mouth, allowing his tongue to slip inside. “Mhmm.”

Your tongues massaged each other in a slow sensual kiss as he fucked you deeply. It was so good. He tasted good, felt good, god, he smelt so good. Everything about this night was good.

“Fuck, Y/N-“ he growled, pulling away, “I love you. You feel so good, so perfect. You’re such a good girl.” His words made your heart race as you kissed him again.

“Love you too~ so much, thank you for this~” Your praises had him groaning deeply into your mouth. His thrusts increased in speed and power as he kissed you like you were the only thing keeping him alive.

Suguru slid his hand down between your conjoined bodies, rubbing your clit in fast circles. “Cum for me, Y/N, milk my cock, baby~ I wanna cum inside you.” Arching your back, a string of moans erupted from your mouth as you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Y/N fuck, yes, just like that~”

“I'm gonna cum!” you cried out against his mouth. “Sugu, I'm cumming baby~ c-cu—” Your warning was cut off by a scream as your walls clamped down on his cock, milking him.

“Fuck~! Fuck! You're so tight~ tighter than ever.” Suguru grunted, kissing and nipping at your neck as he bit down on your skin. “Focus on my cock~ feel me~ feel it~ Fuck! I'm cumming!” Pulling you tighter against him, Suguru’s thrusts became messy before you felt his cock throb hard. Ropes of hot cum filled your pussy, and he kept thrusting, fucking it deep inside you as he rode the waves of both your orgasms.

By the time he stopped, the sun was long gone, and the entire apartment was enveloped in darkness. Not that either of you cared. Nothing mattered as you two basked in the afterglow. Your heart rates and breathing went from ragged and fast-paced to shallow and calm. The entire time you came down, Suguru had you firmly pressed against his bare chest. He was holding you as close as he could as you both recovered.

Hours seemed to pass before Suguru slowly lifted you off the counter. You rested your head against his shoulder as he carried you to the bedroom, gently laying you on the bed. Without a word, Suguru left the room and returned with a bottle of water and a warm rag. He cleaned you up, his eyes occasionally meeting yours as he smiled fondly.

Your cheeks burned as you returned his loving smile. “Drink some water. I'll be right back,” he said, handing the bottle to you before heading back to the kitchen.

He was gone for several minutes before he returned. “Where did you go?” You asked, watching as he came back in just in his boxers.

“I wanted to clean up real quick,” he responded, crawling into bed and wrapping his toned arms around you. “Tossed my stuff in the washer, yours in the trash.”

“Damn,” you giggle, “I loved that shirt.” Suguru chuckled, pulling you tighter against him.

“Sorry, I'll buy you another.”

“Nah, it's okay.” you hummed, “it was a sacrifice I was willing to make.” You turned to face him. “Thank you again, that was so much fun.”

“Yeah, it was.” Suguru gently cupped your face in his hand. “I love you very much.”

“I love you too.”

He gently pressed a kiss against your lips. He was holding you firmly again at him. This evening was the perfect way to end a week. Fantastic sex snuggling your boyfriend, you couldn't ask for a more ideal night—a night where your fantasy had come true.

“So,” Suguru started, “I bought you the rest of the series of Leo’s Throne. We need to reenact some more scenes, I think.”

Pulling back, you couldn't stop the laughter rising in your chest. “Baby, seriously? Did you buy them for me or yourself?” you cocked an eyebrow as your boyfriend's cheeks flushed.

“What a silly question,” he pulled you on top of him, “I bought them for us!”

“You read the whole book, didn't you?”

“. . .”

“Oh my god, you did.”

“. . .I will say the ending had me running to the bookstore this morning. To have the hero—” You clamped your hand over his mouth.

“No spoilers!”

[captain-hawks]

If you still want character prompts how about Alhaitham?

“Is he the one?”

Goosebumps trail up your arms at the sound of Alhaitham’s smooth voice against your unsuspecting ear, and you swallow down the hitch in your breath before carefully turning away from the shelf of books in front of you to glance to your left.

A fellow scholar stands some twenty feet away, making a piss poor attempt at looking like he’s doing anything but unsubtly glancing your way every few moments. 

Sighing, you rest a hand on the shelf, idly sliding a pointer finger down the spine of a large tome. “Unfortunately.”

An amused sound rumbles in Alhaitham’s chest, his proximity doing your hyperaware nerve endings no favors at all. In turn, you resolutely ignore the warmth that pools in your gut, as you’ve become accustomed to doing in his presence. 

This is hardly the time and place to let your best kept secret come unraveled—you can examine the finer facets of your embarrassingly unrequited crush on the scribe standing in front of you later. Preferably not when said object of your annoyingly persistent internal affections is staring openly at the other scholar, a concerningly amused look embedding itself into the slight upward curve of his mouth.

When you told Alhaitham the man had yet to take a hint that no, you weren’t interested in hiking through the Avidya Forest with him to hunt for mushrooms, and no, you also were not available for a moonlit dinner at Lambad’s—well, you didn’t know what exactly you expected your friend to do.

But whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t this.

Alhaitham spins you around, carefully taking the book clenched in your right hand before sliding a hand up your forearm, his thumb and pinky briefly grasping the circumference of your wrist before lacing his fingers with yours, holding your hand up beside your head.

“Just trust me,” he murmurs, as your heart isn’t threatening to leap free from the confines of your ribcage.

As if he’s not running a gentle, steady hand along the curve of your jaw, his turquoise eyes following the movement. 

As if he’s not unknowingly taking it right from the top of the first act of one of your most embarrassingly filthy fantasies right here in the fucking House of Daena.

His familiar scent envelopes you—a mix of parchment and something vaguely spiced, and it’s all the warning you have before his lips meet the corner of your mouth. It’s hardly a kiss, in the barest sense of the word, though you swear you can faintly taste the bitter notes of the tea he drank earlier. 

“That was surprisingly easy,” he mutters as he draws back slightly, and both of you turn to see the table where the scholar was camped out now entirely vacated, his stack of books gone as well. 

Exhaling through your nose, you go to move, only to find Alhaitham's fingers still intertwined with your own, your hips knocking into his.

And then his mouth is on yours—entirely.

It hardly lasts a breath, the firm press of his lips slotting against your own from top to bottom, the swift caress of his fingertips ghosting the bottom of your jaw.

You stare at him, stunned, as he pulls away, giving you your hand back and sidestepping you in the process, returning to the book he had been reading before pressing you up against the shelves.

A beat of silence follows before you carefully say, "Alhaitham?"

He glances up at you, one brow raised, a finger pressed to the parchment to keep his place on the page. "Hm?"

You blink at him a few times, wondering if you just hallucinated him fucking kissing you.

Alhaitham shrugs, glancing back down as he continues to read while he casually replies, "Just in case he was still watching from somewhere."

[st-hedge]

I said a while ago that for totk’s one anniversary I would write a weird little review of the game in which I throw roses at it while simultaneously slandering it. So I made an attempt which is very abbreviated

Disclaimer: I’m not telling u how u should feel about totk or what’s the right way to feel about it, I’m just trying to make sense of why the game frustrates me and putting it into words. It’s completely fine if u disagree with me, I’m not pitching an argument but just putting words on paper

Totk is one of the best games I’ve ever had the opportunity to play. The mechanics, the music, the designs, the revised world of hyrule, makes me want to curl up on the floor and cry. It is stunning and done with so much love. Where botw had lacked, totk has improved and gone above and beyond. It had frustrated me that botw only allowed us to explore the ground surface, but botw was an exploration into open world games which allowed for totk to happen. The caves, the boats, the islands, and the depths add so much to already such a vast world. I only wish there was also diving but beggars can’t be choosers beh

Although it still doesn’t make too much sense to me why all weapons are suddenly corrupted, I do love the new weapons system. I love how it gives more variety to explore. Materials which previously sat unused in the inventory are now key and nothing feels like a waste to collect. Even rupees have found another use. I’m not the biggest fan of the zonai devices but the addition feels like a love letter to the creativity of the fan base and it feels at place. They help to traverse an otherwise huge and intimidating world. But at times I feel like they give too much leverage and break down too many boundaries and leave little to solve and explore. What im basically saying is fuck the rockets.

I feel that totk doesn’t have enough progress boundaries that make u pause and explore what u have at hand. I found myself just pushing and pushing, forgetting and leaving behind areas I barely touched. It felt too easy getting into the sky and returning to the islands and they lost some of their mystery to me. I think this would have been a great opportunity to reintroduce the loftwings from skyward sword. I’ve talked before about how much this would make sense for totk. The loftwings could be a means to cross boundaries and explore new territories, but it takes time to catch and tame one as a companion. But like horses they should have their limits, presenting new boundaries u need to overcome again

Where the totk’s hyrule begins to confuse and disappoint me goes hand in hand with my main issue (confusion?) with the game. Although botw felt incomplete (the world was a little sparse and one dimensional), the story was comprehensive and clear. Meanwhile, totk has a complete and lively world but it doesn’t have a story to carry

Totk’s story doesn’t have an identity I can grasp and understand. It’s like it doesn’t know what it wants to tell the player, what story it wants to direct them to. On one hand, it seems to want us to know about the origins of hyrule and the mysterious landmarks and characters that are permanent fixtures in this world (castle, ruins, dragons) but at the same time it suddenly wants to do a retelling of OoT and about the sages and these secret stones. But the game never completes any of these stories. Maybe it wants to tell us these stories through the environment, but there is just not enough embedded into the world to grasp and tie together into a narrative. Which is ironic considering how big the world is

We begin to be told the story of the dragons, we suddenly understand how they came to be (the secret stones). But we are never told about the events of their creation (an act of desperation, like Zelda’s) and we are never close to understanding them. Then we are told about the sages, but meeting them tells us nothing new. No new cutscenes, no new items or lore directly related to them. The new sages are found, but didn’t we just discover the divine beasts with them? Suddenly another layer of importance is added to them which makes the ties between legacy and the current sages muddier. I wish there had been focus on them creating their own legacy instead

I think totk could’ve had a very interesting story to tell if it chose what it wants to focus on. Maybe the secret stones were introduced just as a way for Zelda to become a dragon? I dunno

There are so many new places that feel like fantastic opportunities for moments of pause and to uncover lore, unearth memories. But instead they’re brisk puzzles or empty sites. Like the graveyard underneath the desert, the forge islands, the factories, and the fucking poe statues. Tell me as much as u want that I can’t read environmental story telling, but I’ll just keep saying there’s nothing to read into cuz the game doesn’t know what it wants to say. There’s no thread to follow in the way there was with, for example, the graveyard at the spirit temple in OoT. We could’ve been just left with a strange well and a graveyard and told to figure it out, but a thread is laid down that these are the skeletons in the royal family’s closet.

Totk does have amazing moments, like Zelda meeting her ancestors and giving up her identity to become a living legend to revive the master sword, the discovery of the ancient temples, the story of the zonai and their origins. But these are just pieces with many loose ends around them that go nowhere. Even Ganon is left as a loose end where there was so much opportunity to say something worth saying. He seems comically evil with bogstandard bah I want to rule the world lines. If u want to make a case for evil for the sake of evil, u can at least show me a character repeatedly making horrible choices which lead them to the current predicament. Just like totk’s hyrule, he is lovingly designed but he tells absolutely no story

If the reason behind the lack of story is that the devs/writers wanted us to make our own story out of this, then I think this is a case where it was a poor choice. The fans can make theories, hcs, pick up pieces and make AUs, but we also love the stories told by the games and it’s what inspires us to uncover more stories (hey wanna talk about tp and why we hear Malon’s song at night, or what’s up with the empty desert)

I’d love to see totk from the perspective of someone who had never played or known botw. Did it really help to remove any traces of sheikah tech besides the labs and the guardian limbs in the towers. Although the zonai devices and the sheikah tech are from different time periods, totk was a perfect opportunity to marry the two elements together. The shrines and the divine beasts could’ve collapsed into the depths, but instead they have just vanished like erased history

Totk’s story doesn’t have an identity in the same way botw’s does. Even though botw’s hyrule was much smaller and emptier, we found stories there cuz we knew what that game was trying to tell us. If totk is about making sacrifices, then this message feels obsolete by the end. U should make sacrifices, but u will only be happy again if it all goes back to exactly how it was before

As happy and sweet the ending is, it made all the worry and sadness I felt seem pointless cuz of course everything would reset back to the norm cuz how else would this game have a happy ending. What was there to worry about. Yeah so what that Zelda became a dragon losing herself, she was just asleep the entire time and effortlessly she becomes her normal self. So what that link lost his sword arm, of course he would miraculously get it back even though it took him 100 years to recover from a mortal wound. No trace of the things they withstood and lost, no mark, nothing.

I loved the final battle and spectacle of the dragons struggling against each other in the sky. The battle went from the deepest depths to the highest reaches of the sky and I thought it was perfect. But once again how the story concluded and the logic behind it me made me feel like I was chewing on sand and the idyllic ending just made me look about in confusion

TLDR; totk is an amazing game with a stunning world that lacks a comprehensive story to tell

I hoped that I would get a better understanding why I’m so frustrated by totk, but instead I just feel even more confused by it and I think that’s just how I’ll have to leave it

[sigmasemen]

“NOT LIKE THAT.”

sae itoshi x reader

— tags: NSFW, slowburn smut, very short one shot, grinding, first time, established relationship, gender neutral!reader, sub!reader, dom!sae.

— taglist: n/a currently.

— characters: sae itoshi, reader.

— word count: 909.

— extra notes: this is a repost from my thread from here, but i still haven’t written a part two. definitely not as fancy since it was originally a twitter thread.

sae never considered himself a sexual person. of course, he had urges like any other person would. that was human. but anytime a person on his team would loudly talk about how they had a fling for the night, sae would tighten his expression before looking away.

so having a partner wasn’t much different at first. romantically and schedule wise, yes. but they hadn’t gone any farther than a few longer kisses on the couch by the 3 month mark. 

if you cut open sae’s skull and checked into his mind to see the reason, you would find the fleshy mush of his brain. romantically though, you would see an almost awkward romantic feeling. not feeling like you’re good at anything (beyond soccer) included sex.

so… could he pleasure someone else? 

that thought was small. he wasn’t thinking about it every waking second. not knowingly at least. so when he was resting on the couch after a long day of practice, being hit with the noise of water hitting the floor didn’t trigger that.

the only physical response he had to that was shifting.

the only verbal response he had to that was a hum.

the only mental response he had to that was a clear image of his partner’s body. and with a delayed response, his body shot up and his hands gripped the couch. 

sae crossed his legs (for undisclosed reasons) and tapped his arm rapidly. fuck him and fuck everything. 

was he supposed to sit and deal with it? handle it on his own? ask them about it?

all were way too embarrassing. it almost felt like it would be better to crumble on the couch and ignore it.

still, the image persisted. it grew more clear and even turned into a scene. sae couldn’t sit here and wait. he forced himself up and into the bathroom, opening the door slowly and closing his eyes as he walked in. 

“can i come in?”

“…you’re already in?” a soft laugh from his partner. it was making that image beckon him. “did you need something?”

should he try to fire off an excuse? “can i join you?” he might as well do what came naturally to him, plainness.

“oh.” there was a bit of stuttering that came out, then a nervous laugh, “yeah! uh, come right ahead.” 

sae pried his eyes open at that. the fog on the glass made it impossible to make out anything beyond a silhouette of them. it only urge him to strip himself at a quickened pace. a pace that got him in the shower within a minute.

it was worth it to force himself up because he couldn’t stop staring. not just at their chest or ass, everywhere. he wished in that moment to have photographic memory. he’d just have to settle for memorizing their body with his hands.

a hand reached out to their hips, dragging them closer. his chest pressed against their back and his eyes stuck to their neck. it was impossible to look at them directly.

“sae..?”

“you look nice.” 

“just nice?”

“i—” he let out something that was a mix of a weak laugh and a shaky sigh. “stunning. beautiful. i like seeing you like this.”

“i could say the same. i haven’t… we haven’t seen each other like this. i know we’ve seen each other topless but…”

“this is more intimate.” 

another moment of quiet. sae didn’t know how to continue with them. he had to try at least. push out that worry of not being able to satisfy.

his hand grasped their hip, then slowly moved up towards their chest. with no clue what to do, he squeezed. a gentle one, only enough to elicit a yelp. his eyes stuck on their expression. he didn’t even notice himself move closer when he squeezed again. 

“trace your finger sae, please.”

sae didn’t need to be told twice. his finger delicately traced around their nipple. the pants only grew louder. they bent forward to hold themself up against the wall. sae couldn’t help but kiss the liquid draining down their back. he also couldn’t help his finger inching closer to rub their nipples in circular motions.

“more, more…” the motions grew faster. their noises only became more clear. weaker. he couldn’t stop himself. sae moved his spare arm around them. his dick pressed right against their back. 

“i love your body,” it was stated as a fact, “i wish i could say it more. i think you deserve more than just a few kisses.”

“then give me more.”

“…maybe when we’re out of the shower.”

“you’re gonna get me to come from only stimulation on my chest?” they laughed, “i need you sae. i need—”

sae pulled them into a kiss. not a particularly good one, but the desperation of how firm he was pressing was enough to make up for that. the weak noises from both sides was enough to drive them both crazy. he needed them in every way, they needed him in every way.

they were the first to pull away. breathless with sore lips. “i want more. i need more.” 

“can we move this to the bedroom instead?”

“we’d have to dry off after this.”

“i can change the sheets after. can you let me enjoy more of you?”

“as long as you let me enjoy more of you.”

and for the first time in a long time, sae said the word, “please.”

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝚃𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝚃𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚝𝚜𝚞 - 𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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ft Public Worship; incest, nipple play, cunnilingus, creampie; ft minor Kirishima+a little tidbit at the end( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: I do not own BNHA or its characters, all credit goes to its creators and actors

WC: 2,904

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Includes sibling incest, probably cringey, use of “Onii-chan” 1(one) use of “N/n”, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

【Ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ】

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You happily bounce on your big brother’s cock and lick into his mouth. His hands grip tightly over your waist, helping you lift your hips before adding to your momentum crashing down. He separates his lips from yours and makes his way over your jaw and down your neck.

“You feel so good, baby, so fucking good.” Tetsu praises as he lays kisses over your chest and worships it with his tongue.

“F-fuck- Onii-chan!” You cry out when he slams directly into that spongy spot inside of you at the same time that he sucks your nipple into his mouth. The sun is beating down on you as you bounce in his lap.

“Fuck, sis, your cunt is squeezing me so tight.. Kami, you’re fucking perfect..” He speaks against your flesh, kissing it as if you’re made of the most precious thing on earth. To him, you are. You are the most valuable thing to exist to him. So beautiful and wonderful and perfect that he can’t help but want to worship you everywhere you go. So he finally is.

You two had been out for a stroll when you all but begged him for ice cream when you heard the telltale ringing of the bells. He didn’t need much convincing, or any, really, and so he bought you the ice cream and led you to a park to sit and eat on the blanket he had brought, just in case. He saw the way the ice cream started melting in the August heat and how it started dripping down your hand. The innocent way you then started to lick it up.

His thoughts had been far from innocent.

So that brings you to now, where he has you bouncing on his cock, your tank top pulled up over your chest and your bra being pulled down to release your gorgeous tits. Your panties are tucked into Tetsu’s back pocket and your skirt is bunched up in his grasp around your waist so that he can watch as your perfect little cunt, that you’ve only ever let your Onii-chan touch and taste and use, take his thick cock all the way down to the hilt.

“Fuck, c’mere, gorgeous,” Your Onii-chan says, gently manhandling you to lay on your back on the soft blanket, slipping his cock out of you. You whine at the sudden emptiness but are silenced with the hot kiss he presses to your lips. From there, he slides his hands up and shimmies your tank top and bra off your body to lay next to you both on the blanket, fully exposing your chest.

“So perfect.” He mutters as he grabs handfuls of your chest and squeezes, then moves his forefingers to gently play with your nipples.

“F-fuck-!” You call out in a high-pitched moan, catching even more attention from the people enjoying their day at the park. Some of them are stunned, not knowing what to do or how to feel, while some are eagerly watching, not taking their eyes off you. A couple of women have already huffed and stormed away, muttering something about how young people these days know nothing of decency.

Your big brother leans down and takes a nipple into his mouth again and sucks with fervor, still squeezing and groping your breasts. He releases your nipple and gives long, hard licks to the other one, sucking it into his mouth before releasing it with a lewd ‘Pop’. He moves down with his mouth, then, and reaches your belly just above your skirt.

As he lifts your skirt hem, he places kisses on the skin just below your navel. When he has your skirt lifted up over your hips, he leans in and places gentle kisses to your thighs as he lifts them both and tosses them over his shoulders. From there, he wastes no time and immediately digs in like a man starved, happily devouring your cunt.

“O-Onii-nii-chan!!” You stutter out in a cry, hands flying to his silver hair to press him further into your wet heat. You manage to crack open your eyes and you see dozens of people scattered around the park, all watching you intently. You feel somewhat embarrassed, being so exposed to so many strangers, but that feeling goes away as two things happen simultaneously.

Your big brother latches onto your clit and sucks on it as he plunges two fingers inside you, and at the same moment, you make eye contact with your brother’s red-headed best friend, Kirishima.

He’s standing towards the front of the small crowd that has gathered to your right and he watches with envy as your brother buries his face between your legs. At the familiar eyes trained on you and your big brother eating you out, you feel a sense of excitement rush through you. Deciding to put on a show for your Onii-chan’s best friend, you grind your hips into his face and let out a lewd moan, sounding straight from one of the pornos Tetsu had you watch with him.

Those are always your favourite, where he’d have you in his lap, back to his chest and he plays with your pussy for hours. He wrenches orgasm after orgasm from you, all the while still making you face the screen and see the woman’s face contorted in pure bliss. Once he’s had his fill of simply watching the porno, he then folds you in half, your knees touching your shoulders as he fucks up into you. After having teased and played with you for over an hour, his balls are full and ready to burst so he ends up releasing load after load into your pussy.

Just thinking about those times has your every nerve nearly on fire. You moan and squirm as your brother relentlessly devours your cunt. The moans he lets out at your taste and how you’re clenching around him vibrate against your clit and bring you closer and closer to the edge.

Finally, when you make eye contact with Kirishima again, you can’t help but surrender yourself to the tightened knot that snaps inside you. Your eyes roll back and your back arches off the blanket, Tetsu never once stops his motions as he drinks up all your juices as he guides you through your first mind-numbing orgasm of the hour. Feeling the eyes on you and hearing the groans from the people watching you only makes your climax more intense.

“Fuck, you taste so good, baby. So, so fucking good, baby sister.” Tetsu groans happily as he finally moves away from your sensitive pussy.

“You taste even better, Nii-chan..” You giggle, going to sit up to return the favor when he simply pushes you back down.

“No, sissy, this is all about you, ‘kay? Wanna show everyone how amazing you are. And you’re all mine.” He growls out sexily, leaning in to press his lips firmly over yours. You can taste yourself in him and it sends another wave of arousal straight to your core. His hands move to up your torso from your waist and land on your tits. He’s groping them and teasing your pebbled buds, squeezing and pulling them, squishing them between his knuckles as he continues to squeeze your tits just right.

“N-Nii-chan.. Please!” You beg out clamping your thighs together to get any kind of friction against your pussy, already recovered from the insane orgasm that wracked through you. Your Onii-chan smirks against your jaw where he has his lips planted and slides down to your neck as he sucks dark hickeys on your flesh, marking you as his.

“Of course, baby. Anything for you,” he mutters into your ear and places a kiss just below it. He releases your tits and slides his hands down your body to reach your thighs. He looks up as he parts them, looking around at all the people and has a vicious smirk painted on his lips as he can see all the envious looks across the crowd, even moreso when he sees that some of the men have even pulled their cocks out at the scene before them.

Sending one last cocky look to the impromptu audience, he shifts to slot himself between your parted thighs. Just the scene of his cock over your bare pussy has him feeling harder than when he uses his quirk. He takes his cock in hand and begins to glide the tip through your glistening folds, making sure to put extra pressure against your clit. The motions and feeling have you whimpering in need and squirming your hips to try and coax him inside of you.

He already understands what you want and wastes no more time teasing you as he guides his tip right to your entrance and smoothly pushes in. You both let out moans at the feeling and your hands grab the blanket under you with a steel grip.(Yes, I think I’m funny) Your hips buck up at the breach. No matter how many times he fucks you, even how many times in a row, every time he enters you it feels like pure bliss like you’ve reached Nirvana.

You revel in the stares as your big brother fills you once again. His cock head finds its home in the deepest parts of you as he bottoms out.

“Fuuuuck, sissy.. Always feel so damn good..” His gravelly voice moaned out above you. You shift your eyes back to him and just appreciate the sight. His hair is disheveled, strands sticking to his forehead with sweat, and his cheeks are flushed. His gaze is directly on your face, watching for every reaction, his pupils are blown and his eyes are wholly filled with love, lust, and want put on the back burner. Letting your gaze trail down his body, you feel your heartbeat pick up all over again at the sights. His chest and stomach muscles are rippling and clenching, his arms are flexed as he grips your hips in a tight- yet not at all painful- hold.

Your thighs clench around his waist at the sights and your knees bend to wrap around him, locking your feet together.

“Please, Nii-chan, fuck me.” You gaze lustfully and lovingly into his eyes, clenching your walls around him to get him going.

“Shit- Oh, Kami- Of course, baby.” He gives a nod before pulling out until only his tip is left and plunges back in. You throw your head back in a loud cry, hearing how some of the people around you moan almost in tandem. Your brother now sets a pace, slower but powerful thrusts, deliciously dragging against your walls before slamming his hips into yours.

His dick feels like it goes deeper each time. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper. Deeper until you feel his head kiss your cervix. The feeling has your eyes rolling and your back arching and your tongue lolling out of your mouth with a whorish and slutty moan.

You can hear murmurs of arousal, lust, and appreciation from the crowd, many men groaning out at the sight of you convulsing in pleasure. You also hear some women groaning about how hot your big brother is, how they’re wishing they were you. You even hear a couple calling dibs on “next round” which irks you.

Your big brother and his cock are all yours. Just like how you belong to him, he belongs to you. You decide to prove it to them by reaching up and pulling your brother down to kiss you while he continues to ram your insides.

“Love you.. Love you, Tetsu! I love you..!” You chant it like a prayer in between your hot kisses filled with saliva and tongue.

“Fuck, I love you, too, baby. Love you so fucking much, N/n! Gods, I fucking love you!” He chants right back. You’re not sure if he heard the women or not, but you’re happy that no matter what, he’s more than happy to prove that he belongs to you and you to him.

As your lips get more and more swollen and glossy from his own, your Onii-chan speeds up his thrusts. He keeps going and going and getting faster and faster until he’s jackhammering into you like a rabbit in heat. His hips clash with yours and all you can feel is the pleasure of him ramming into you, hitting every perfect spot inside you, and slamming against your cervix.

“Fuck- Fuckfuckfuck-“ You chant, feeling yourself nearing your second orgasm. He can tell that you’re getting close and his goal today is to worship you and make you feel as good as you possibly can. He tightens his left hand’s grip on your hip and slides his right down to your cunt and starts madly rubbing his fingers back and forth over your clit, adding to your pleasure tenfold.

“N-Nii-chan!! Cumming! ‘m cumming!!!” You scream out as your insides clamp around him like a vice and your back arches higher than ever with your legs shaking around him. Your eyes feel like they’ll pop out of your head with how hard they roll back. Through your blissed-out climax that even makes you black out for a moment, you faintly register the sounds of men and women alike crying out from their own releases from jacking off while watching you.

“Oh- fuck, sissy- Oh Kami you’re squeezing me so tight-! So fuckin’ tight!” Tetsu calls out while he still jackhammers into you, your cunt’s vice grip doing little to even slow him down.

Just as you’re coming down from your most intense orgasm yet, you feel his fingers deftly move against your pussy again. He slows his hips, just slightly, to add more drag to his thrusts and lets his fingers strategically toy with you now. With your legs anchoring him to you, he lets go of your hips entirely and brings his hands up to your tits, and starts toying with your pert nipple once again.

“Fuck- O-Onii-ch-chan!! Too much-!” You cry out from all the sensations happening to your oversensitive body.

“Just a little longer okay, baby? Just a little bit longer..” He grunts before leaning in and capturing your lips again, swallowing all your moans and cries. Suddenly, after what feels like both hours of torture and only moments after your previous orgasm, your core tightens again. You feel your body jolt again, all your senses and nerves on fire as you feel all of your brother’s touches so intensely.

Finally, you feel his hips stutter, “Goddamn, baby- I’m close.. Fuck I’m gonna cum inside you.. Gonna cum so deep inside you.. Gon- fuck- gonna fill you up. Fill you up to the brim, baby.” He rambles, plowing into you even harder, though he’s finally taken his hands away from your sensitive buds. His tip meets your cervix again and you feel him explode inside of you.

He shoots ropes of hot seed inside you, painting your walls white and, as promised, filling you to the brim. He fucks you through his orgasm, as he had with yours, and he finally stills inside you, buried to the hilt. You can tell that not a drop of his cum is escaping as his thick cock is plugging you full and you couldn’t feel more satisfied than to be so full with him and his essence.

He’s since moved his hands to your hips again, though he’s not gripping them. Rather, he’s rubbing soothing circles over them, delicately stroking what’s sure to be a bruise later. Your breaths mingle with his as you both come down from your highs. He leans in and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, leaning his against it after.

“I love you. So much.” He pants, slightly angling his head to move his lips slowly against yours. Pulling away you bury your head in the crook of his neck and use the last of your strength to return your arms around his shoulders and simply hold him against you.

“I love you, too, Tetsu. Love you so much..” You sigh into his skin.

You whimper as he moves to pull out, even after 2 minutes your senses are still on hyperdrive, though you don’t stop him. Before he fully pulls out of you, he fishes your panties out of his pocket. Pressing a kiss against the crotch, he then fully pulls out and deftly moves to slide them back on you. His cum barely seeps out of you before he has your panties up and keeps most of it in.

“Can’t waste any, right, baby?” Your big brother smirks and presses a deceptively sweet kiss to your cheek as he whispers to you. The sound of his gravelly voice, now moreso from moans and yells, right in your ear has you clenching around nothing, inadvertently pushing his cum back further inside you.

He sends a sly grin to the crowd as if to taunt them all of his ownership of you, and yours of him to the women, as he reaches for your clothes. He makes eye contact with Kirishima for the first time that day and after a moment of shock, he sends a grin to him that you can’t place. It seems like pride and boastfulness, but it also seems to have another meaning behind it. It almost looks like an inquisition, but that can’t be right… Can it?

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𝕋𝕒𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥:

@frosch-thefrog

[chaos-in-deepspace]

L&DS Xavier: Marker Magic | Drabble

I HIT THE POST BUTTON PREMATURELY. So anyway...comedy fic. With Xavie Baby? More likely than you think.

Pairing: Xavier x Reader Warning: None Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+.

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Xavier

The rule with dating Xavier is you had to accept that sometimes he was just going to fall asleep and forget about plans you made. You should’ve known when you heard the door to his apartment opening around the time you were waking that he wouldn’t make it. What he always did at night was confusing and he never bothered to tell you that information.

You could only sigh now as you looked at the man sprawled on his bed. In his defense, he did look adorable when he was asleep like this. You were thankful he had put your fingerprint on the lock on his door so you could come and go as you pleased…still….you were a bit spiteful. He could’ve at least sent a message to let you know he was out late and needed to reschedule. 

You then got a devious idea, a smirk etching onto your face as you looked around. You walked to his kitchen, finding a marker that was lovingly placed there for making notes on a pad nearby. You took it, twirling it in your hand as you went back to Xavier’s room. You looked down at his sleeping, peaceful figure and decided to ruin the image.

He normally slept like a rock so you doubted this would wake him. You popped off the top of the marker and began working on your newest art piece. Lines were easily drawn on his smooth skin as you used your hand to adjust his face where you needed and cover as much as you could. His face twitched adorably and it reminded you of a sleeping bunny.  You were almost satisfied when you felt something.

Xavier’s body rolled over, his arm reaching out to the warmest object nearby, you. You got dragged down to his chest, pressed against it as his grip locked you in. For a second you thought you had woken him up, but upon further inspection he was still asleep, the gentle snore was proof of that.

Still, you were fucked if you stayed here. He’d no doubt be annoyed with you drawing on him and would try to take revenge. You wiggled in his grasp, trying to push him away. After a bit of a struggle, you managed to toss yourself out of his arms and onto the floor. You fell with a loud grunt, the sound of your body hitting the ground was enough to finally wake up Xavier.

You saw his silvery blonde hair poke up and look around before he spotted you. He rubbed his eye and noticed how your legs were almost up in the air, knees hooked to the edge of the bed and your upper body lay on your back on the floor. You looked ridiculous right now…but he looked worse.

You couldn’t help but snicker, reaching for the phone in your pocket and snapping a photo. The flash stunned Xavier as he went to rub his eyes and let out a yawn. He called your name gently, “What are you doing down there?” he mumbled tiredly. He could see you laughing on the ground at something and his half-asleep brain registered it had to be his appearance.

In your laughing fit he was easily able to grab your phone and look at himself. The first thing he notices was the giant dick drawing on his cheek, and then the random little doodles and what he assumed was a butt over on his chin. How childish…and of course you’d be laughing on the ground due to it, almost in tears.

Xavier tried to wipe off the marker but noticed it didn’t even smudge. He saw it was still on the bed and looked it over. Both of you read the words at the same time.

Permanent.

Why this fucker had a permanent marker on his fridge was a question you’d ask till the end of time. All you knew was this man wouldn’t be able to go out in public for at least a few days until it rubbed off.

This time when he called your name it was no longer sweet. You cleared your throat, “Xavie baby, don’t do anything rash.” You tried reasoning but it appeared your pleading would get you nowhere.

You let out a blood-curdling scream when he grabbed you by the ankle, dragging you up as you struggled to get away. He got you on your back and pressed down on you with his hips, “I’m not doing anything rash. This is just…returning the favor.” He said, the marker approaching your face. Oh, you were fucked.

Next one will be posted today and it's the NSFW drabble bby, have fun!

[raisedbythetv89]

excuse the ranting here but just had someone try and argue that a fully evil literally on the hunt for the Slayer (bc he’s stalking his PREY to fight and hopefully kill) Spike - finding Buffy attractive (according to an interview James gave where he talks about that moment and said he embodied the kinds of predatory men who literally are “on the hunt” for real life women in bars) as anywhere NEAR the same level of creepiness as a SOULFUL aka SUPPOSED TO BE GOOD angel stalking and falling in love at the sight of an innocent and crying 15 year old Buffy….

Anti spike/spuffy ppl always try and use that interview to make Spike out to be “just as creepy” as Angel which is always just so embarrassing to me that they don’t grasp the basic difference between one was the most evil and literally is a predator to her prey but buffy is also a predator to spike’s kind so there is even still a balance of power between them even then and he’s literally just explaining how he played the scene to get the attitude and body language right as a predator bc he understands that’s what Spike is to Buffy at that time (literally had zero clue he would ever be a love interest of Buffy’s). And the other who is not supposed to be a predator anymore…. hides his identity as a vampire AND hides the fact that he’s been watching her for over a year is still acting as a predator but instead of stalking an experienced slayer to attempt to fight and kill he is stalking a freshly called still weak and vulnerable slayer who he wants to sleep with aka corrupt.

Angel is supposed to be GOOD yet is still acting like a predator. Spike IS EVIL and so is simply acting as someone who has killed two slayers should 💀💀💀💀 the fact that soulless evil Spike and soulful “good” Angel’s behavior can be compared AT ALL is bad for angel and angel alone bc spike is supposed to be evil and treating buffy as someone he is hunting and as an opponent. Angel is supposed to be HELPING Buffy….

But regardless of all that the argument is James said Sarah is beautiful so of course he played up that angle as well so canonically Spike thinks a 16 year old Buffy is pretty and these people really don’t understand the difference between the two 😭😭

First of all I personally have heard Sarah call herself “not the prettiest” at least 10 times in 10 different interviews - how often do you think the people in her life heard her make jokes or comments about her appearance??? To me that always seemed like James just paying a compliment to his costar who doesn’t understand how literally fucking STUNNING she is by basically being like HAVE YOU SEEN HER OF COURSE MY CHARACTER THINKS SHE’S PRETTY LOOK AT HER!! James literally rizzed his way into a main character and love interest like of course he’s gonna be charming in real life by paying compliments to everyone he can every chance he gets. He had sex appeal and a dream AND IT WORKED 💀 and we also see him have chemistry with practically every person on the show that’s just who he is 😹😹😹

But I also just cannot emphasize how much of a difference there is between finding someone attractive or thinking they’re beautiful vs actually ACTING on it and ESPECIALLY acting on it when you call her friend of the same age “just a kid” and say over and over again how wrong it is and that she’s too young AND THEN DO IT ANYWAY. Like it’s a supernatural show with vampires who are 100 & 200+ years old if angel hadn’t constantly acted like her dad and treated Buffy like a kid and everything is season 3 didn’t happen there could be sooooooo much more leniency with angel and buffy’s age differences and I probably wouldn’t care bc applying irl rules to the supernatural doesn’t make a lot of sense but angel always treats her like a child and says over and over again how wrong it is and THAT is what makes it a problem within this supernatural show bc Spike never treats her like a child or like she isn’t his equal ever no matter what age she is

But unfortunately it makes sense people who like a character whose main personality trait is !catholic guilt! (when he’s got a soul) don’t understand the difference between thoughts and actions and how we should only be defining ourselves and other people by their actions. Because we are not every single thought we’ve ever had both good and bad. If you think to do good things but don’t that does not make you good and if you think to do bad things but don’t that does not make you bad.

So evil Spike thinking a beautiful Buffy dancing with her friends is hot at 16 is not even CLOSE to the same as a supposed to be good angel activity pursuing a relationship with her by breadcrumbing the absolute fuck out of her, manipulating her like crazy and lying to her about practically everything and flirting with her under false pretenses after falling in love at the sight of her looking like a child with her lollipop on the school steps at 15 and then watching her cry in the bathroom mirror as he watches her from the bushes with a smile on his face and hope in his eyes and if you don’t understand that there is literally nothing I can do or say to help you

[astralnymphh]

god knows she tried.

ellie williams⊱.

“the monster inside her was baying for blood, it had to come out some day.”

⤹𓍢ִ໋listening to; lacrimosa and sour

𖤐.an; I present to you, my proudest piece. wowowoww I really enjoyed writing an emotional piece like this. I hope it suffices and gets enough recognition cause this surely won't be my last angst piece!! inspired by lacy, oh lacy by @coeurify

𓍢ִ໋-cw; ellie pov focus leaning, large analysis of ellie throughout tlou2, loser-esque jackson ellie, angst, heavy feelings, depictions of death + wanting death + blood + guts + sharp objects + nausea/vomit + self hatred + jealousy + starvation, mild glimpses of happiness, reader replaces dina, reader isn't pregnant, poetic writing

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the sun was shrouded in gloom. the water did not glisten, but her tears did. droplets of gray guilt pour in slow motion down her bloodied cheeks. tears glistening with hurt.

washed up like a sea carcass, phantom fingers pounding in pain. made into a husk by her own self-corrosion. her mind would have been bare, except, you're there. a figment of time, standing there, suffocating in your blank stare. why are you staring like that? it's not even you. ellie can't grasp that truth. it's only her subconscious. projecting an apparition of your mortal flesh and briny blood. salty like the sea she's sitting in.

would you echo that figment in real time?

the past figments she saw had character. one shaking their head, one like a beacon of comfort caressing her shoulder, and never dead. you're not dead, why is she crying?

she cries for everything.

her limbs calcified of stone. nothings' moving. lungs that felt dried up from all the tears leaving her eyes. a throat that strains and tugs with each dense swallow, reminding her of the atmosphere that appeared so devoid of air, thinking, how could she breathe right now? the insoluble pain of self-destruction. the hunger for revenge, snuffed like a breeze to flames. it was all in her head. the choking. her lungs begged for air, and she could not breathe it.

ellie cusps the hand that gushes with beady red blood that drips into the dark murky water, pressurizing the exposed throbbing knuckle. it hurt like hell, an unlivable hell. yet, not a wail is heard by the ocean. only the whimpers and sniffles graze the ears of her highness, the sea, the only one physically there to listen.

behind her, feet are hung at head-level. wooden pillars that scarcely mimicked crucifixion. this place was dark, in all dimensions.

just minutes ago, her skin was forming bruises and jaw nearly caved in from the force of abby's struggled hits. knuckles praying to live. not even the mass of a gun tucked in her jeans had her awareness. no, she didn't use it. she wanted to feel abby fucking dying in her hands. her hands that have siphoned the lives of many before. but, when she realized someone was actually dying in her hands, when she could feel that through her skin, it was over. the flashes of joel in her head beckoned her to stop, without uttering any words. the same mental imagery that motioned her to break skin in the first place.

joel was always there.

soaping up the harshly served reality that projected on the foggy thalassic horizon and toxified the surrounding waters, her mind sails to different times. supposed simplistic times that, by fate, turned rotten.

the day you two met. a mere four years ago. the town was a busy winterscape. you both were the golden age of sixteen, well, not that golden admist the post-apocalypse. steady clanking hoofsteps that striked the concrete track streaming into jackson, mounted on your midnight coat steed that trailed behind tommy's. heads turned at the sounds of large rusty hinges twisting, including hers, watching from beyond the stable's fencing.

goddess above and below, you're were so stunning.

she remembers she was gearing up for group patrol that day when you arrived, the saddles' horn nearly slipping from her bay leather grasp. thoughts of interest and curiosity had slowly piled up from that point. her pupils picking up on each hoofprint left as you pass the open paddock and stroll into the connecting stable. her browlines furrowed, wondering if you we're some backpacker hauled over for a spell, or a new resident.

she's lucky it would be the latter.

the veil of frigid air that seeped her skin and snapped her focus out of a daydream by the echo of dina's voice, calling her,

"earth to ellie?"

and it tethers her back on earth, turning her face to dina. she thought back to how her gloved fingers snapped in her face, asking for her focus, there and then.

"sor- um, what were you saying?" her speech was floaty, stacking on each other as she stuttered.

why was her focus glued to you at that moment? you had literally just entered. fucking hell, must have been something intruding the air. it's unlike herself to be so.. enraptured.

and later that evening, after a session of controlled gunshots mowing down the rigid fungoid heads that dared to disrupt their supply run, she was tired. plain tired.

as it turns out, a sturdy bench baring wooden boards as seats was enough comfort after all that shit. legs beat down to drooping over the woods edge, feeling like jelly. her hair bathed in the dining hall's incandescent lights, rendering a mellow orange halo. lips in pure quietude, she sat as a stranger to the conversation had between joel, jesse and dina.

ellie pondered the expedition for guitar strings that happened weeks ago, still processing what joel had told her. 'there was, no cure.' was it fabrication? what really took place in her state of unconsciousness? this was the beginning of a lurk. an unabating, rough gloom that presides under and through the chamber of her stomach, telling her something wasn't right. a thing she can't exactly point a finger to. a gut hunch that anchors her heart tightly. all is not true. she must seek.

blanked inside the home of her mind, only to be yanked by the wisping holler that ran over her head.

"hey! over here!" it was dina, ushering you over with the jerks of her wrist.

you passioned your way through the meal lines, appearing before her. she recalls how you looked, you were perfect. you wore the same ebony winter jacket that gathered dust on the wall-mounted rack of your farmhouse bedroom. it had its wears and tears and excerpts of journies to tell, but it was perfect on you. it's just a plain jacket. but for her, it was the jacket.

"the house up to yer' standards?" joel asked you, the usual mug of piping hot joe whaffed a steam around the aged and cracked skin of his face. tender in the light.

your voice rang through, "yeah, nothing I could ever bargain." and it cleared a trench between her temples. that rough gloom took a rain check instantly.

a fuzzy feeling that fords neither love or hate embraced the nape of her back. she didn't realize it just then, but, between the vault of aching uncertainty in her gut and the day to day neutrality she feels, a blossoming delight would come from your arrival at jackson, should she consume its goodness.

she didn't remember much of that conversation until the spotlight beamed towards her.

"this is ellie, she jus' came back from patrol. she'll show ya how we handle things 'round here." joel had gestured your sights over to her, to consume her first impression, with a smile that would become signature.

her ears tuned to you.

"hi!" you greeted with the softest wisping of your lips. oh, it made her evening that much more animated.

from that day onward, it was like a sweet lullaby of love. waving from across the horizon for weeks, your hand splayed out flat in the air, and hers curled up a bit. another week passes, and she's inviting you to the tipsy bison on her own accord. months pass, and she's constantly slumbering on your sofa over long nights, preferring it over being alone in her garage home. at this position in your shared timeline, ellie has grown distant from joel. you swore she forgot that old mans' bowed and bearded face sometimes.

it stung to relive the memory of pushing joel away. outside that damned hospital. saint marys' piece of shit. yelling, "don't you fucking, touch me!"

the tears were scorching. they were brought up to be. and they burned. the inside of her throat felt sliced up, chewed up, and ran through with barbed wire. swallowing was too much to bear, just how it is now, sitting on that dark beach.

that same day, she returned to find you waiting at her doorstep, box in hand. worry-struck. ellie took off out of the void, it made sense you were distraught. she felt mutually the same, her wrenching heart suffering the aftermath. the dawn of day she assumed would be spent alone, was sat atop her bed. losing herself in the video game you brought in that box, laying on you while she flicks the joysticks and taps the bumpers. it was a sunny yellow haven. a light she found in the darkness, that was you.

a tightly braided friendship.

and her mind lingers on something you once uttered at the crux of night during a sleepover, entailing the words;

"i like moths now, because of you."

that made her flustered across the span of a whole week, even joel questioned why she was blanking out during patrol training.

she was your moon. someone to subdue the spines that pricked your skin every day. sharp edges that tell you, happiness wasn't meant to stay. battle it all you wanted. moons eventually dim and embellish darkness.

two years pass, and she's being led to the center of an ornamental string-lit dance floor during another peak of winter, by none other than dina.

not you. if only it had been you. or else she wouldn't have felt that specter of gloom wrench her gut in disgusting ways later at dusk.

at least her gut didn't feel as it does now. torn open for this sorrowful sea to behold, exposed to a retch colored with regret. ill aversion.

her hands guided to the small of dina's back, draping like a silk curtain. missing a flinch when her arms huddled ellie's shoulders. not a flinch. ellie didn't love dina, but they were close. pinkies-tied close. it's just dina being dina, right?

"every guy in this room is staring at you right now.." her voice croaked in a demure whisper. the blood cells in her being were fluttering, the weight of her position then and there, made her feel lit up inside a dark room. backed into a corner. she was the spotlight once more.

"maybe they're staring at you.."

they would soon.

you never resented ellie for that night. you liked her, yeah, but it wasn't her fault. it only felt like you'd gulped a clump of metal bolts, weighing like a sick burden inside you. cold and rustic. your will of steel didn't let that shatter you completely, though. bottled it up and bluffed your feelings. it was never her fault. sucked down that bitter shot and let it ferment in your sickly gut packed with a stir. a stir of pungent nausea jabbing thorns in your esophagus. it delivers a nasty taste. but you swore, you wouldn't resent ellie.

ellie was unaware of your shared adoration. what seemed like a one-sided crush, was not. nights left off with a friendly hug could have been so much more divinely satiating. she wishes her body wasn't bound to the now, wishing she could back to then. the past, and express her affection. tell you everything.

a wish brewn too late. a drunken kiss to her buds out of wills' reach binds a woolly, empty headed fizzing to her ears. tossed into a stupor. all she could do was stand still like a willow tree in the windless plains. lips unable to jerk away. then it sunk hard. you're there. you're watching. people are peering. you saw.

"fuck." was emphasized in her toneless breath, narrowly letting loose another swear in the flavor of a loud scream.

in that gloomy darkness, she saw you. illuminated like a beacon too. your face plasters an unbothered exterior, but the eyes, the eyes are a glass screen. you can understand the essence fueling a person's emotion with one meager glimpse. a new gag clots her gullet. she can't show it, but she for heaven above and hell below, could fucking feel it.

you virtually felt a crack in your heart. cracks in a porcelain antique. you're sure the two looked similar.

strung between multiple conclusions, you pondered. if ellie liked dina, you'd have to woefully accept it. and if she didn't, then she didn't. what more could you have proposed at that time. life is life.

your feet carried you with a saunter, skirting the doors brinking you from the ghostly streets of a slumbering town of jackson. a jarring contrast from the lively party howling behind you. even for someone who's experiencing confusion, you walked with a gentle gait.

pausing under the descending pearls of frozen water, casting your eyes heavenward into the starry globe above you. the stars twinkled so perfectly on such a gut-wrenching night as this one. it dawns on you. how the celestial bodies of space feel no pain, no heartbreak. how their life is lived without the mortal trials you face. it must be so easy up there, suspended in space, feeling nothing.

as the snow nestled in the beds of your hair, melting on your blue hot face, you claimed a sense of emptiness in your head amidst the vomit begging to unfurl from your throttle. please, let it be a dream.

piercing isolation.

ended suddenly.

the swinging of a door wooshes through your ears, and capers your sights to its source. and there she was. joining you in the twilight snow-shower. ellie.

she trotted up to you, lone in the wintry streets, and harvested the same pellets of opalite snow that decorated the strands of your hair like constellations hovering above. her head, too, snowflakes cling to her russet bang and lashes, framing her eyes so damn right.

oh, snowy fern eyes. the most serenic evergreen rings encapsulated behind gloss. dewey eyes sitting atop red sweltered cheeks. her lids fluttered back the tears, the tears that might wither the snow, and surely wither her soundness of mind. a quiver of the lip, bent over her teeth. frozen fucking wind that chars the lining of her lungs with ice. every single thing fucking wounded her.

you gazed into one another, emotions roaring loud. she could peer right through you. through the glass windows of your eyes. things were felt and not shown, it was evident in your expression. no words were uttered in those seconds before. before the infamous words you spoke. words that forced everything to the shore.

"do you love dina?"

fucking gag. another smother of disgust gurgling in her gut. the sheer assumption that you believed her heart to be penchant for dina, and not you, drowned her guts. a quick spurt of unease penetrates her whole esse.

here went nothing.

"I love you."

whorled away from your envy like whiplash. it added up by that point. she appeared like a puppet to that kiss on the dance floor. you recalled it then. ellie's teeth were never bared in a smile, more so, it was the true one-sided love. now, she is standing in front of you. physical, mortal, and all. retching out that confession like it was stifled beneath a tombstone.

to ellie, that tombstone represented everything she expected to fail. to be dead. a wish foreseen as ash, fled to the gales of something more worthy.

that wish sailed the breeze, and landed at your feet.

you reached that shore too.

"I love you too, ellie."

her name levitating off your tongue with a tone so soothing felt affirming. grounding. this is not a dream.

her eyes transmutated, eclipsed by a sun. what was once dewey, red and puffy, then softened to a set of almonds brazed in sweet syrup. calmer tears that were golden. joyous. lids relax and anchor her brows, straightening out like rows of a poem. after straying so long beneath the falling snow, her nose suffused a red-orangey tint, nostrils even redder.

love passioned its way through the gelid space, accompanied by the humid huffs of your breath. but nothing was as warm, not even a star, as what brought your bodies a few measly steps closer.

a kiss.

huddled in the somber streets was an effigy of igniting amour. two souls stuck together. her arms wrapped around your back like you were the only life she could clutch. reddened knuckles crumpling up the same ebony jacket you attired in the winter, holding you dear. your arms found a natural embrace, cusping her shoulders and marrying fingertips into her coppery mane that tied into her bun.

nothing beats the way you two rolled lips, tasting the skin and smacking slowly. her peachy buds that fit the open groove of your mouth so easily. her lips were formed for you. cells that build her body, are building for you. she existed solely for you. graciously drinking up the kiss like a fucking sweet milkshake.

a taste so addictive, you could die on it.

shit, she's smirking into your lips. ellie, you blasted dork. even the dimples denting her cheeks could poke you back. that's how wide her smile travels from ear to ear, even her cheeks fattened up, creasing those beautiful crinkles at the edges of her eyelines. a true smile.

and once that kiss severed, you saw those bloated, ruddy cheeks plucking the corners of her lips. too fucking adorable.

"well, there's that smile. lost her a while ago, els?" the teaser you were, and the loser she was.

her lips refine into the same toothy, adorable beam. she nearly cringed at your observation. the way you kept notation of how often her midface perks up, it was cute. her flesh bites the bitter cold, and blood that heaped her cheeks burnt so vibrant for you.

she couldn't believe you were true.

"i think you're the only person that makes me smile," she recalled this vividly, trying her darndest to uplift every waking thought about you through a cold shell she fabricated, "fuck, i'm so bad at this.." laugh it off past ellie, laugh it off.

if she pinpoints it correctly, you had said the words "i like bad." jokingly. fashioning the most proud smirk ever. pfft, she giggles every time her brain resurfaces that memory of your snowy brimmed confessions.

"tsskk- u're weird."

"you're a big dork."

"shut up.." her ardent palms pancaked against both of your cheeks, passionately pulling you in for another tangerine sweet kiss.

the ivory supermoon set on a blissful night, luckily enough. ellie ended up fleeing that street, hand in hand mingled with you, towards her home. fuck that dance. fuck those feelings flush of guilt that died right there on that street. being tangled in the sheets with you snuggled in her arms was enough. enough to submerge what galloped through her head.

"i don't need your fucking help joel."

shit.

gods above and below.

what did daylight bring?

bloodshed. blood stains her eyes to this day. she was there. she saw. the blood spilt and it splashed towards her. if joel couldn't reach his torn, bashed and narrowly mutilated hand out to her, his lifeline would. the plasma pumping his heart to sustain life, hurling out like a ribbon of crimson. a downright disrespectful invitation of rememberance abby had chucked to her fucking face.

this memory. this disease, an immoral plague. who the fuck up there in the pristine realms of divinity decides a mortal punishment like this?

that memory, lives on. it weakens the marrow in her bones. turns the tides in her head. she wanted to rip her skin off. her skin that gets to survive. disgust. again. the muscles attached to bone, felt like they didn't belong.

she stopped genuinely breathing after that day.

you saw the will to breathe drain from her eyes. etching into that lodges' oak floors. the first grave she ever dug.

"i'm so sorry, ellie."

was the first swan song she ever heard.

now that rough gloom, plummeted and shapeshifted into a dark cavern of misery. starless, desolate gloom. her room turnt cavernous too. blocking all rays of bright luminosity from injecting a disturbance in her seclusion. era of mental death.

you had been visiting her daily in her time of barren sensitivity, at the least, visiting her door. you uneasily sat on the exterior end of her door. poised aside and smushing your ear into it's solid strength. praying that you might hear any peep of life on the other side, you wait. you miss her bloodcurtiling sobs reserved for nighttime, sowing the conclusion that she, inside, was empty. a husk.

if death is so morbid, why did graves look so peaceful? so prettied up. why are the baby blue hydrangeas sitting atop his freshly cold grave, soft in their glory, delivering such a potent posion. they plant their own seed. clotting ellie's throat with a nest of hydrangeas she'll carry with her forever. roots latched to a deep spring in her spirit that navigates every little emotion. the flowers bulge from her esophagus and cough up in petals of regret, forgiveness, and rejection.

she can't accept that.

she didn't.

she heard the rainy forest calling for her.

seattle is here. seattle is waiting. the old flame lights the new wick, and so it ignites, her immortal foe. revenge.

and she brought you along.

ellie respires every soul set free from mangled bodies she creates. her hands a syphon, the weapon her postman. delivering screaming letters of justice with every pull of her finger on the trigger.

a once starless gloom was snapped in half by her own drive with spheres of guttural fire baying for blood. she wakes up a blood-gutter every sunrise. her face just might fossilize and cherish this total takeover. she was someone new. angled fuming brows, irritable red nostrils flared more than ever, and an awful intensity in her eyes. it made them scintillating, more so, grossly gleaming. irises fern green to hazardous toxin in just a few months.

enemies could read ellie's aura nimbly, if their visions should even grasp it faster than their machetes and hammers meeting a clenched palm. she wasn't just a girl. she was a threat.

miles of blood patterned in her path, splotching the diamond modeled bottoms of her converse like abstract art. she was lost in her own world. driven straight to the goal.

you promised you'd be there every damn sliced throat of the way, no matter what. but this scares you. slowly, the fire burning in her eyes had charred her up till she could barely give anything more.

the fire had only engulfed her when she appeared at the theater's lobby doors, banging the margin of her balled fist on the wood. the fist gloved in crescent scars, peeled cuticles, and raised callouses. when the doors waved open to you, gliding up to her and weaving yourself with her body in a relieved hug, she couldn't do it. it was too much. the torture lingering in her muscle memory stung, frozen hands jittering above the small of your back momentarily.

ellie was enervated.

it took her a second to even hug you back. that was, too kind of you. to embrace her body slathered in the lifeline of someone else. why would you even do that, she thought.

her mind looped on a cycle, processing that damned notion as you pleat the soiled shirt off her back. she couldn't even feel the salient tear in her back, the brutally severed dermis throbbing red, not a whimper soars her gullet when you tend to it. numbness riddled her. stitch her up, and she won't flinch.

then ellie croaked,

"i made her talk."

she was revolted. how could she touch you so tenderly after whacking a metal rod into a beating body 'till they coughed up the words. knackered them up for eternal sleep. the face she just wiped from this earth, blurred. does she even remember what she looked like?

it was your own arm, meshing around her blistered collarbone that prompted her to gauge the value of her life, even just for an iota of solace time.

problem being, she couldn't remain enlightened of her value- without you.

"i don't wanna lose you."

your lips kissed her pain away, pitter by patter along the scruff of her neck to her seared shoulder. every peck embedded with a melodic note that forges a song saying, 'i am here, you won't lose me' without even brushing that past your satiny lips.

won't you seal my hardships with your lips of silk? taint my lips of leather and gums of thorns with your soothing buds?

"you wont."

then that day arrived, when she almost did. a scene depicted by the ten of swords. a major disaster indicated. as the arrow speared the air suddenly, and in no time you could count, it had already paved through the plate of your shoulder and strung out blood to the planks before you. rendering you unconscious.

"please stop!" ellie pleaded, just like she did before. god forbid if she had to witness another loved one being lacerated from life. her limp body prays, prays for your safe survival, and not your safe passage. she wonders if god is even real, if any god is real. do they hear her now? we're they aware when she shrilled for mercy at every red ribbon lashed out from his body? did they welcome him, home?

and right before that cold steel nearly divided your skin, a voice erupted.

"abby!"

thank fuck you hadn't ended up a resemblance of the 'ten of swords' illustration. thank the sun gods that you were able to bask and tan under the light that fondled the rustic farmhouse with her. ellie is so lucky, for someone who doesn't believe in it.

"don't ever let me see you again."

you then retired to that old, rustic farmhouse. aging under the continuous moon phases for two years straight.

it was a strenuous journey getting to where she was supposed to be the happiest. despite all the treasures she owned on that farm property, the lagoon of corn fields and hills of verdancy that sung in spring, mighty splendors anyone might wish for, ellie still lived with a loom. ellie bore tantrums inside the confined loneliness of the farm's supply room, kicking the hilt of a rake as it clatters to the stony ground, yelling, "fuck!" when it startled her badly enough, or when it enraged her ptsd well enough.

reminiscence is woven into the scar risen on your shoulder. it reminds her. every. damn. glance.

every approaching dream was daunting to ellie. she'd wake up. cold beady sweat. go back to sleep, suffocate in her subconscious again, and surface them in a panic once more. not even braving the night with a stroll around the perimeter helped. it only sunk everything deeper.

if she was drunken in her sorrows, would you carry her?

the daylight spent with you was her only source of felicity. the mundane made it feel much more liveable. a day spent baking together, flour dappled on each other's noses, roused as she pushed up behind, and swayed you to the cordial and funky beats thrumming from the viynl player. that day, that simple day made her want to live fully for you. she wanted to be tied to your pinkie with the lusty filaments of love.

and in that humble kitchen laid a promise;

"so- this means you'll marry me?" a stupid smirk muffled ellie's voice out huskily, flowing against the shoreline of your ear.

"can't we just announce ourselves married already?"

"baabeee.." that freckled idiot whined.

"eelllssss.." you rung back.

her arms fastened you tighter, pout puffing on your shoulder, "i wann' make it feel real.." she intoned, inclining up and stuffing her nose into your neck. pretty sure she rubbed all the flour onto you, being the bear hugger she is.

no answer parts your lips.

"babe?"

ellie felt you twirl in her caging arms, perking up to even up with your gaze in curiosity. her brows fumble and arc inwards to visibly show her interest for your next words.

"we're real, els. i don't need a ring or declaration to show that.." your tone caters to her love of soothing sounds, as she breaks into an even toothier smile that trails your words.

"you don't?"

you had leaned in, devoid of words. a quiet kiss to her brows, said so much more than she expected. that inner-loser knocked on the door of her mind and took control. blasted blush coating her cheeks. you really knew how to woo her, cradling her head in your tender cusp.

"i just need you."

"don't go."

the grounding touch of her cheeks held between your hands was not enough. the blank, void, and unnerving night was not enough. nothing was enough to keep her waiting.

what kind of songs do you play when dwindling into internal madness?

her own screams battle the wood boards of that farm too often. her screams synchronize with joels, replaying in her head. scared and unable to hold onto anything. thoughts running amok. she fucking needs you more than she thought.

"ellie- ellie.. I'm here. it's okay."

it's not okay.

it's not okay for her to play pretend and cast an ocean over those feelings 'when she can'. you told her, it's okay. to be broken. but her heart anchors towards an obligation to be picture perfect for you, for anyone. every positive cover-up felt like posion pooling from her mouth. lying til she couldn't feel her lips.

she lied to you once. for someone who despises lies and has been lied to, she lied. that fucking lie hurt. but it was too loud. the gloom that stuck with her for so long has grown into a pounding, jarring sound similar to intense whirring, but echoed. nothing had color at that point. everything was a null void, and every sound was a silence too loud.

a sentence meant to be; "i'm going to find abby." sounded a lot more like,

"i'm so tired, baby." murmured ellie, collapsed flat on the plateau of your chest and drained of energy.

you assumed it was just physical fatigue.

"it's fine, go t'sleep, we can talk later."

ellie's eyes looked so dull, so scarce of humanity. she was tired. each passing day had been vampirically sucking the motivation from her veins. some days, she didn't even catch you calling her name from the farmhouse. earth to ellie, are you still in there?

"I have to finish it." ellie's forehead bent to yours, felt so wrong.

"why didn't you tell me?"

"I can't." her voice nearly shattered into a waterfall of sobbing.

your voice cracked, however, "bullshit, els."

that was the drawing line. she finally breaks and is consumed by that hovering gloom. she lost herself.

ellie dashed every chance of losing you, and yet took it upon herself to leave you, instead.

that fucking thing that leeched off her for so many years is finally getting what it yearns for. greed of revenge to feed the darkness. starving herself as it ingests every fiber barely holding her together.

you spun away with leisure, breaching your hands from her, "I am - not, doing this again."

you couldn't save this. she was leaving. nothing blocks her way.

heart-wrenching silence dawns.

"that's up to you."

her heels unhurriedly turned in an instant, abandoning you, and her dreams born of soft blue dasies. her omens of happiness and trust, becoming a fatuous foreground. the door waving shut behind her would soon come to bite her in the heart.

now she sits. almost dying in that water. the water was her gloom all along. she was the vessel, she paid the price, it's free. now she bleeds into it. red rivers dance and make a mockery of her weeping body.

she tried.

it won.

she tried for the false clone of you haunting her mind. it's the only thing she had left of you.

she tried so hard to be strong. only she and the gods above know that.

you wouldn't though.

coming home to jackson a walking carcass, pinning her hopes on you being there. it was obvious you moved from the farmhouse. why would you live there alone?

so, she stands. inside your old jackson home, to divulge its absence of you. no, you weren't there. you weren't in jackson. all that remains are old memories crammed into boxes. motionless without a requiem.

ellie closes in on one of these.

and what she finds is painful.

that winter jacket.

she clutches it tight to her barren eyes, burrowing the trench of her nose with your lingering scent. the scenes trance her mind. visions of you tackling her in the thick mud puddle on your farm's acres, an enchanting laugh wheezing in your throat. visions of holding your stomach while you scrubbed fine china of its grub and stains, wishing you two had a real family, a child, by some miracle. recollections of you, legs sitting pretty across her lap as she thrashed a controller, casting her evil curse whenever the game ticked her off just enough and how you giggled at her. the everlasting evocation of you two, kissing under that snow-ether night, vowing a love to extend across times bounds.

the jacket smells so fucking good.

"please.." whispered ellie, with a taut countenance, "where are you.."

not a clue of where you went is in those walls.

are you dead? nobody knows.

where she left the farmhouse, you left her entirely. unknowing if it stems from love, hate, or neutrality. the guilt felt disgusting, once more. the pain stung in her lung far harsher. the air siphoning out.

in a room so devoid of air, and you, how could she breathe?

you can't pay in blood and sacrifice. ellie has learned that. she paid in loss of something that didn't have to go.

love was understanding each other's limits, and so was losing each other. she just never realized you had limits plummeting down on you, until the new moon phase had begun, and it was too late.

that figment of you is all she has left.

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[txtmetonight]

The Lovers of Auradon

call summary ⋆ ★ Jake is the upcoming king of Auradon

or Jake as King Ben

pairing *. * Jake x Fem! Reader

genre⋆ ★ Fluff, Angst, Crack

warnings *. * Headcanon format, crude language, basically copied the plot of the movie except changed the characters lol, bad grammar

call duration⋆ ★ 1.7k

a/n*. * Jake as King Ben was giving me such a big brain rot, I felt like I was melting from the inside out oml. Also, I watched a 15-minute recap on the movies just in case but I'm also really lazy so I think I may or may not have accidentally left out some details. Oops.

taglist ⋆ ★  @kflixnet

✭ Upcoming King Jake! who lives a perfect life in Auradon. The very handsome son of the beauty and the beast, he was truly a sight to see, with pure flawlessness 

✭ He’s such a pretty thing and lucky guy yet so humble that no one has it in their hearts to hate the guy

✭ Upcoming King Jake! decides that the Isle of the Lost deserves a chance because it’s the right thing to do, and whatever the young prince demands, it happens in a snap of a fingers 

✭ And so here you are with your three other friends, the group known as the lucky four 

✭ Yet no one knew that after much fight with your mother; maleficent, you four had come on a mission to steal the fairy godmother’s wand, to truly prove how evil you could be 

✭ The candy in the fucking limo amazed your eyes, but you would never tell anyone that as you roll up to the awaited castle, eyes sparkling in amazement that you try not to show

✭ Upcoming King Jake! who falls in love with you at first sight; you’re so stunning that he can’t speak, and all he can do is stare at you, which you find weird but brush off–the residents of this island must be a kind of unusual 

✭ Plus, you can’t be distracted by his good-looking features! You’re here to make your mother proud by stealing that damn wand that she insists on! 

✭ Heeseung, the son of Cruella, Yunjin the daughter of the evil queen, and Beomgyu the son of Jafar all accompany you into the castle, ready to cause much trouble that was needed...though you all knew that deep inside your hearts the real truth 

✭ Upcoming King Jake! who can’t stop asking about you or rather even stop talking about you. You’re all that he thinks about, and he finds it in him to befriend you–and it’s not just because of that funny feeling in his stomach that flutters every time he talks to you.  

✭ Yunjin thinks it’s cute, but you find it quite annoying, and now diverting as you all just had failed to grasp the wand in your sly hands, and now you must create a new plan from now on 

✭ Which is quickly formulated once Yunjin herself–a girl of gossip comes forward with new details that the wand was going to be next to the beauty and the beast and their lovely son, during his coronation  

✭ And the most important part–whoever his girl would be for that night, stand right next to them too and next to that wand

✭ Heeseung warns you not to follow through with whatever you were thinking and Beomgyu quickly nods right after, but what would they know, they’ve been enjoying this stupid lifestyle while you wither away in the fear of your cruel mother! 

✭ Though recently you’ve found yourself being plagued with Upcoming King Jake! in your dreams–the way that he smiles brightly or the twinkling in his gorgeous eyes... 

✭ You shake your head of the thoughts and stand your foot on your plan with a wicked grin, cause who were you if you didn’t shake a bit of trouble 

✭ “(Y/n) you can’t seduce Jake like that! He’s too nice to be part of your fucking scheme! Is there really nothing else?” 

✭ “Nada” And with that, you skip down to the kitchen to bake a batch of chocolate chip cookies, ones filled with a love spell that would enchant the prince to fall in love with you 

✭ But only if you knew that the cookies were unnecessary and that he was already head over heels in love with you, and would’ve done anything in a heartbeat for you 

✭ Ho-Hum

✭ Upcoming King Jake! soon announces his love for you at a game, half fueled by the magic in the food he consumed and the other half his true feelings of love for you, and you think that you feel your heart skip a beat for a second 

✭ You don’t notice the heavy blush that slathers your face, but the other three definitely do, and they snicker in silence 

✭ The first date he takes you on, you realize your mistake; you’ve fallen in love with the young prince 

✭ The way that he looks at you like you held the whole world, the way that he holds you with the most utmost gentle care as though your mother hadn’t committed the largest heinous crimes known, the way that he doesn’t even acknowledge your stupid fucking parents really hits the home run for you 

✭ With him, you’re just (Y/n) (L/n), not the daughter of maleficent, or some kind of evil girl, you’re just a young woman in love with Sim Jaeyun 

✭ He speaks to you through the silence of your own words, his fingers slowly wrapping around yours while he guides you through a lake...and for the first time in a long time, you let a genuine laugh leave your mouth 

✭ Upcoming King Jake! decides that your giggle is gonna be the tune he better hear when he enters heaven and that you look so fucking good with your hair slathered back wet droplets slithering down your face 

✭ He’s liked you forever and he won’t ever let you go he also concludes 

✭ While you're in distress in your dorm, crying your poor eyes out to Yunjin, sobbing about your shocking revelation that she pretends to be surprised to be about 

✭ Everyone could see it from a distance away about how much you really pretended to dislike the prince  

✭ You feel so guilty for charming Upcoming King Jake! like that and you come to a decision to make an antidote for him after the coronation  

✭ And possibly run away and never turn back again–you’re afraid that staying with your ‘lover’ could potentially drag you through a deeper rabbit hole 

✭ Dates after date, you learn more about your boyfriend with wide eyes that can’t help but flit to his very tempting lips occasionally 

✭ -Anyways coronation doesn’t take long to arrive and before you know it, you’re being fitted into an alluring (sexy) dress with colors that make you pop and a shape that really brings out your figure–Yunjin truly knows you well 

✭ The other two boys–your boys take hip hip hooray at you, and you carefully smile at them, hugging them the moment they get close, you’ve missed them 

✭ They lead you down the winding hallways where the other students cheer in delight and envy at you. Streamers of gold and blue trail down the walls, there are balloons everywhere and couples dance at the ball music that echoes outside in the open 

✭ “Fuck you’re so pretty, I think I’m gonna hurl” 

✭ Those are the first words of Upcoming King Jake! utters to you, whimpering when you take his hand so he can assist you into the pearly carriage, grip snaking to your waist to make sure that you didn’t trip–or at least that was his excuse, you just knew that he wanted to feel you up 

✭ “And you’re so handsome, and I’m gonna faint” You gulp, absolutely enamored with Sim Jaeyun, fixing his crown as you try not to kiss him...maybe it’s time to tell him the truth 

✭ “I–Jake I’m so sorry, but I’ve put something in those cookies I gave you in the beginning of our relationship. You’re not actually in love with me”  

✭ You shove the antidote snacks right into his mouth just after, afraid of his response while you well up with silent tears that you try to wipe away discreetly 

✭ But the translucent drops on your face are caught softly with cradling arms that turn your reddening face to the side 

✭ Nothing in the world mattered to you two, just all you saw was each other and the sparks that flew when King Jake! closes the gap between your lips, so soft and warm your head is going fuzzy...omg 

✭ You just kissed Jaeyun...no he kissed you but why? 

✭ It seems as though he can read your mind because he quickly answers you, nuzzling his nose against your cheeks 

✭ “I know you put that stupid spell on me. It washed away after our first date when we took a dip in the enchanted lake, but I’ve always liked you–since the very beginning when I first laid my eyes on you.

✭ You believe that you’re about to melt from his intense gaze, so what’s the best next thing to do? 

✭ Kiss your lover once more on the lips 

✭ Too bad your evil mother has stopped your carriage midway, grabbing the wand from Yuna the fairy godmother’s daughter who had just gone rogue from anger 

✭ And too bad it’s up to you to stop your mother from her rage, so you step out of the vehicle, magic thrumming deep in your veins as you battle your mother 

✭ In that moment two crucial events take place; one you settle to be good and two, King Jake! thinks you’re really fucking hot when you’re angry and fighting your parent 

✭ Blah Blah Blah, in the end, you drive that wretched woman away by turning her into a lizard and everyone cheers in joy–you’ve just saved the kingdom! 

✭ And guess what? King Jake! just fell more in love with you as he tumbles out of the carriage, pulling you into a tight hug, in front of his parents the crown on his head slipping which you fix, landing a kiss on his cheek 

✭ King/Boyfriend Jake! thinks that vexation looks good, but happiness looks so much better with that gorgeous smile that you throw at him...gosh he’s actually about to hurl because of you  

✭ He can’t stop kissing you and luckily you don’t think you mind 

And so, if happily ever after did actually exist, you and King Jake! wouldn’t have broken up because of your urge to be evil once more, but luckily fate drew breath instead. So he searched for you, because his hearty truly couldn't let you go. He soon learned the ropes of being evil and got almost fucking died because of a few pirates...arghh and then got seduced for the second time! Which you save him from with a true love's kiss, and then he watches you fight again, and for some reason finding you in your element is really stupidly kind of sexy for him.  

And that’s why he asks you to marry him outside with a bunch of people watching, kissing you deeply when you accept the ring.  

The end.  

[crookedfandomquill]

I have character development thoughts on Lee Yeon! Buckle up:

After finishing the first season, I thought to myself that all this trouble (Rang’s abandonment issues, Imugi, etc.) would have been avoided if Yeon had just followed his clear calling as a househusband instead of being a mountain god. This man just wanted to fall in love, keep house, and have little fox babies. Instead, for some reason, he was in charge of an entire territory. I figured it was a case of picking the wrong career and getting locked in, or maybe he was born to it somehow.

Yeon has been widely panned for abandoning his land and his brother for his love interest. While I think he certainly deserves some criticism, I’ve always given him more leeway for one specific reason: foxes mate for life. It’s true in nature, and they play it up for the gumiho mythology. When foxes pair up, they stick with their mate unconditionally. They live and die together. So while there was some degree of choice in Yeon leaving the mountain and Rang and going into Taluipa’s service, we’ll never know how much, because his nature would have compelled him to put his loyalty to Ah Eum above everything.

But now there’s another element at play: we’re getting to see how Yeon, and the others, became mountain gods. It turns out that they were handpicked as children. They were neither born to it, nor given the choice to pursue it. Based on their power, they were chosen by Taluipa to fill those roles. We even get a scene of them trying to run away from their training. And it’s clear that at least two of them were not truly suited to their jobs. Moo Yeong destroyed his entire forest (for some reason we don’t know yet), and was turned to stone as punishment. And Yeon was too sentimental, with a built-in romantic weakness due to his species, and he had the stunning misfortune of falling in love with a human. Hong Joo seems to have been up to the task, and the strongest of them all, but it cost her family their lives.

So now Yeon’s abandonment of his mountain makes more sense. It’s a job he never wanted in the first place, although he appears to have done his duty sufficiently for several centuries. But his powers are limited to his territory, and he doesn’t seem overly-enthusiastic about his position. And once he’s incentivized to leave it all behind, he does it without a second thought.

We’ve also learned that Yeon’s dad was abusive, not just absent. Yeon has that same edge of cruelty and aloofness that sometimes shows up, most notably toward his enemies and in a dilute form toward Rang. He was dedicated to raising Rang once he was in his care, but his initial meeting with his surprise sibling, just a child, was very “God helps those who help themselves”. Presumably, that’s the message he got from his father. Ironically, he now seems to have some grasp of attachment theory, as we see when he’s taking charge of Mi Ho. He wants her to feel security, security he likely did not receive from his father and was ultimately unable to give to Rang. Although he fucked up with his brother, he did manage to do better than their father ever did, and has learned a lot from his mistakes.

I’m really excited that we’re getting more development for Yeon’s character this season. I’m also wondering if his dad is still alive; we’ve never been told he died, and since the season is very centered on the brothers’ relationship…

[ghostiex0]

Could i request some Thatcher x reader where they're at a bar with the rest of the SAS and Reader asks thatcher to join them in the bathroom where it wnds with thatcher bending the reader over the sink counter and fucking them?

Mike Thatcher x reader smut

First post in a good while lol. Old man Thatchers character is kinda hard, but enjoy! Gender Neutral reader

Warnings: N//SFW below, semi-public sex, no protection (he pulls out). Readers cocky.

“-then the bastard tried to act all smug, the hell else was I supposed to do?” Mike was quick to defend himself.

James had gotten on his case about the reputation he now had in pubs around the area after apparently laying into some ‘bastards’. Hearing about the throw of the pool ball made you cringe. From Mike’s story, it did sound like they deserved it at least. “Could’ve called me up!” Light laughter followed James’s comment. “I don’t blame ya, just think it’s funny.” Maybe he realized how he was getting the older man a little too riled up, backpedaling on his previous statement.

Mike took another swig of his drink, not bothering to give a response. Under the protection of the bar table, your hand slid over to his thigh. His eyes looked down at your hand, then flickered to your face. You had to bite back a little mischievous smile. He let you off the hook for a good few minutes, conversation carrying on around the table. You yourself falling victim to a few bad jokes here and there. After those few minutes though, Mike shifted in his seat, his eyes no longer looking at yours but his body language told you he was all too aware of your hand placement. You wondered if the stiffness in his body was still from his annoyance, or now from how your thumb gently rubbed against his thigh, slightly gravitating towards his crotch.

Your wrist was quickly snatched in his large hand, the tightness not enough to hurt, but enough to tell you to cut it out. Sadly, it only amused you further. His eyes turned to glare at you when even while he gripped your wrist beneath the bar, your fingers angled downwards to rub as much of his thigh as you could reach. It seemed to be enough to set him off.

“We’ll be right back.” Mike announced, suddenly standing up from his stool at the bar, his co-workers seeming stunned at the sudden movement. You didn’t blame them, not as he pulled you out of your seat as well, your heart racing in your chest, your feet barely keeping up as he brought you to the bathroom.

“That was sure bol-“ “Shut it.” The older man cut you off, pushing you into the one person restroom, quickly locking the door behind you both. “You think touching me like that back wouldn’t have any repercussions?” His voice almost as heavy as his steps as he approached you, making you walk backwards until you hit the cold surface of the sink. Your hands grasped behind you, the chill stinging against your hot palms.

Mike was always so easy to rile up. Lightable temper and years of pent up sexual frustration, a perfect target for your needs.

“You even listening to me?”

“Maybe not. But I can tell you’re stressing yourself out more than you need too.” You pointed out bluntly, a small smirk on your face as a sort of flabbergasted look crossed his face. “Let me help you?”

Something inside of him snapped, his lips smashed against yours. The scuff of his facial hair prickling against your skin. With your hot breath mingling he grunted, your lips pulling away from his. Mike’s erection, hard in his jeans, pressed into you, providing your own needy body some sort of relief.

“Turn around.” He was good at commands, you’d give him that. He gave you enough room just to push off of him and shift your body around, your stomach thankfully covered by your top, protecting you from the freezing cold surface of the sink. Your hips were pulled back in a matter of seconds, forcing you to bend down slightly, ass curved up to pressed into Mikes crotch.

“Seems like you want me too, huh?” His words mingled with his heavy breaths, his hands wrapping around your waist. In a second your bare ass was on display for him, his large hands gripping onto your skin, forcing you to arch your back up more.

Your head was foggy, you must have not been able to hear his pants unbuckling with your heavy breathing, but you could clearly hear your own desperate noises as the tip of his cock pushed up against your hole.

“Seems like you’re the one who needs help now, sweetheart.” Thatcher chuckled to himself, purposefully teasing you for a few more seconds. His hands suddenly squeezed your hips tighter before his hips snapped forward, his cock hitting deep inside you.

As his thrusts increased, your legs slowly deteriorated, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip to quiet any noises. Though there was nothing you could do about the distinct sound of his skin hitting yours.

The coil in your stomach snapping, a long drawn out noise leaving your lips as his own thrusts got sloppier. “Fuck…” You heard Mike’s strained grumbles, feeling his cock pulse inside you. He slipped out just in time to cum on you, instead of inside.

A good few minutes passed, your upper body still resting against the sink as you finally caught your breath. He had been kind enough to wipe you up without saying anything. His large fingers hooking into your bottoms and sliding them back up on you.

The silence was almost deafening as you finally let your body relax itself, pushing up on the sink to stand up straight. You turned around him, dazed yet still smug.

“Wasn’t that a good stress reliever?”

[spicy-picklez]

Rainbow after a Storm (P5)

Includes:

Mentions of domestic violence.

Characters:

Larissa Weems x female reader (Principal x Student)

Summary:

Y/N and Larissa’s connection continues to flourish as the days continue. Y/N gets up to no good with her friend group.

Word Count:

3.2k

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The smell of waffles wafts up your nose, your eyes opening almost instantly. A gentle humming sound comes from the kitchen making you smile. The sun falls on your skin as you sit up, swinging your legs over the bed. You stand up, checking your bandages as you walk towards the kitchen. As you get closer, you recognise the song Larissa’s humming and you can’t help but sing along.

“And I’ll keep leading you on, if you keep leading me into your room,” She yelps, spinning round to face you as you start singing. A cheeky grin pulls at your lips as she walks up to you. “The drinks are all gone, but that’s fine baby, so am I.” You continue as a smile pulls at her lips. She never realised how beautifully you sang before. Your hand lightly grazes her hips making her take a sharp breath.

“I’m about to take you back to church, tell me your confessions baby, what's the worst?” Your eyes begin to slowly wander down her body, down to the dip in her dressing gown where her skin is exposed. A smirk grows on your lips, regaining eye contact with her as you sing the next lyrics. “Baptise in your thighs till it hurts, 'cause I’m about to take you back to church.”

Larissa’s core burns with desire, her hands grabbing your hips to keep her stable. You can hear her heartbeat increase as you let out a chuckle. “Good morning.” A cheeky smile on your lips as you still maintain eye contact.

“Your voice is stunning darling.” She says, not wanting to admit that your voice singing that song made her weak in the knees. “Thank you… but you may wanna check the waffles, the lights been green for a while.” Her eyes widen as you say this, whirling around to flick the switch. “Fuck!”

“Me.” You take a seat, leaning back in the chair. Smirking as you watch her knuckles turn white as she grasps the bench. She stifles a groan under her breath knowing that’s exactly what she wants to do. Truth be told, her self-control hadn’t improved since the drive to the hospital, she still craves the feel of your skin against hers, needs to hear you moan her name as she claimed you as hers.

Clearing her throat, she serves up two plates of waffles topped with whipped cream and maple syrup. “Breakfast, my lady.” She places the plate down in front of you before taking her own seat. “Well thank you, my lady.” A smile spreading on your faces as you jokingly mimic her. “Just shut up and eat darling.” She shakes her head, grinning. You take a bite, your eyes widening. “This is fucking delicious.”

She laughs. “Thank you, darling, old family recipe.” Her smile softens as her eyes glaze over. “I reckon they would’ve loved you.” She gives you a small smile as you look up at her.

“I don’t have any family left. My mum and dad split when I was young and I went with my mum. Dad left, I haven’t seen him since I was 7. My mum died in a car crash when I was 11 so I got raised by my grandparents for the rest of my childhood. They’re both dead now, have been for about a decade.” She continues, your heart aching for her as her eyes tear up. You reach a hand over to her. “I’m so sorry, my childhood wasn’t much better so I can empathise with you on that one.” She squeezes your hand, encouraging you to go on, knowing you struggle with being open so have never had the chance to say this out loud. Taking a deep breath, you continue.

“I’ve never met my dad. Mum told him she was pregnant, he accused her of cheating and left. He came back only for a DNA test when I was born. Sure enough, I was his and he left again. I grew up with my mum and my nan. My nan started abusing me at the age of 3 up until I started attending Nevermore. Mum still doesn’t know about the abuse, I didn’t want her to worry about me and destroy her relationship with my nan even further. I got beaten with wooden planks, spatulas, anything hard enough to hurt. She would wrap cords around my neck as a punishment and even rip half my hair out by getting my hair caught up in a beater. I blamed all my injuries on accidents. Mum and I were always so close when I was a child, until I grew too much like her, stubborn and short-tempered. Both of us started lying to each other until it got out of control. I ended up in psych wards, attempting to take my life every other week. It broke us. Now, every single time I see her, we fight.”

Her thumb gently caresses the back of your hand, her soft skin touching yours relaxes you. “I have seen you knock a full-grown man, twice your size, out cold from a punch to the jaw, why didn’t you defend yourself from your nan?” She softly asks, recalling the time we had the self-defence unit and the coach told you to give it your all. A single chuckle escapes you. “I don’t hit family. They can hit me all they want, I know I can handle their punches. They’ll break under mine.” A small smile crosses your face as she stands up, pushing her now empty plate to the side as she pulls you into a hug. You gently wipe a falling tear from her cheek before relaxing into the hug as she rests her head on top of yours.

“I wish I was as strong as you darling, you’ve been through so much. You deserve the world.” She gently places her lips against the top of your head. Lifting your head, you look at her.

“Riss, you already are. After everything you’ve been through, while a different type of trauma from mine, it’s still trauma. You have survived so much and still have shown me nothing but compassion. Something I’ve never been able to do. You’re so fucking gorgeous, your smile always brings me joy, you have such a kind and protective heart, I could list a thousand more reasons as to why you make my life better. Riss, you are so strong and I wish you could see you how I do.” Tears form in her eyes again as you smile up at her.

“You think I’m gorgeous?” She whispers, scared that her voice will break if she tries to talk any louder. You’re taken aback at such a question. “How could I not? You’re stunning Riss.”

Her hand rises to your cheek, her face slowly leaning closer to yours. Your eyes dart down to her soft lips before you close the gap, gently placing your lips on hers. Electricity shoots through your veins the moment your lips touch, both of you have been waiting for this moment. Your hand reaches up, placing it on the back of her head as the kiss deepens. Your lips moving against each other, slow and tender turns to passionate and heated. Her other hand runs down your side as you wrap yours around her lower back, pulling her body closer to yours. Her lips fitting perfectly against yours, she moans into your mouth as you gently take her lower lip between your teeth.

Eventually, you break the kiss, both of you gasping for air as she rests her forehead against yours. “Believe me now?” A smirk pulls at your lips as she smiles, embarrassed. “I think so… I might need a little bit more convincing though.” Your eyes glint with desire as you brush your lips against hers.

“Riss, you are and will always be, the most beautiful woman I have ever met and if I have to spend the rest of my life proving it to you then so be it. You’ve shown me what compassion is, let me do the same.” She smiles, after always being in second place, it was nice to be someone’s first.

Larissa’s ringtone sounds from the next room. Giving you a quick kiss, she leaves your embrace. As she leaves the room, you pick up your plates, running the hot water in the sink. You can’t stop smiling, still half expecting to wake up and the kiss to be nothing more than a dream. Quickly washing the plates, you let the sink drain. You dry the plates and rummage through the cupboards till you find where they go. Placing them down, you shut the cupboard, turning around and using the bench to support you up. You run your thumb over your lip, giddily smiling.

“Darling?” Larissa’s voice brings you back to reality. “Hmm?” Your head tilted to face her, thumb still on your lip. “That was Marilyn, supposedly some of the younger students have broken into a brawl out by the archery fields. I need to go sort it out.” You nod, placing a kiss on her lips, your hand on her chest. “Go sort it, I’ll probably go see what everyone’s up to.”

“Stay out of trouble and don’t reopen your arm. Oh and…” Her thumb reaches out and wipes her lipstick off your face. “Can’t have other students seeing my lipstick on your face now, can we?” She gives you a wink as she leaves the room. Hearing the door close, you walk over to the closet, grabbing out your standard outfit. Picking up your phone, you call Enid. “Hey Y/N!” She answers almost immediately, and the sound of the others yelling their hellos at you fills the room. “Hey, where are you guys at? I’m bored.”

“Lakeside, guessing we’ll see you soon?” She says. You grab your coat and start walking out the door as you reply, “Yep, I’m leaving now.” Cheers come from the other end of the phone. “Alright see ya soon.” You say your goodbyes before ending the call, putting your phone into your pocket and pulling your jacket closer to your body.

The lake slowly comes into view as you stroll through the woods, guided by the sound of your friend’s laughter. Walking past the last grove of trees, you see everyone sitting in a circle. Enid, who is sitting in between Wednesday’s legs, calls out your name making everyone turn. “Hey guys,” you smile, taking a seat between Xavier and Eugene.

“Where were you yesterday? We came by Principal Weems’ office after school to see if you wanted to hang.” Ajax says, leaning up against a tree. You chuckle. “I was in surgery.”

A mixture of concerned “excuse me?”, “what the fuck?”, “Why?”, and “are you ok?” sound from your friends.

“I’m fine, guys. Just accidentally severed a vein running away from Ms Thornhill yesterday.” Ajax laughs at your comment. “She was so pissed, it was quite funny.”

“Shouldn’t you still be in the hospital if you severed a vein?” You give a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of my neck. “I may have self-discharged the moment I woke up.”

“Y/N! What the fuck?!” Wednesday exclaims.

“What?! Laris- Principal Weems was sleeping on the makeshift bed next to me. I felt bad having her stay in the hospital with all the beeping which I could barely manage myself. So when I woke up, I called the nurse and discharged myself.” You shrug as if it’s no big deal.

“You are one of a kind, I’ll give you that Pebalbs,” Xave says, shaking his head in disbelief. You grin. “Why thank you.”

“I’m not an expert on people but I don’t believe that was a compliment.” Eugene quips.

“My dearest Eugene, the secret to getting an insult, is turning it into a compliment.” You say with a grin.

“Do you guys wanna do something fun? I’m bored.” Ajax asks, slinging his arm over his knee.

“Yea I’m keen.” Enid quips.

“What were you thinking?” You turn your head to look at him, earning a shrug.

“I don’t know, I just want to do something fun.” He says, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Well, Larissa just got a call from Ms Thornhill before I called, some students broke out into a fight by the archery fields so both of them will be caught up for a while, what do you say we go to the botany class and have some fun? Ajax, do you have your nerf gun?” Grins spread across everyone’s faces as Ajax pulls up his pant leg, revealing the gun tucked into his shoe.

“Alright, let's go then,” Wednesday says, hands on Enid’s hips as she helps her stand. Xave stands up, offering you his hand. Taking it, you rise to your feet as everyone else follows you back to the school.

Walking through the corridors, you head up to the botany class. “Enid, you’re up.” You say as she brings her claws out. Slotting one into the keyhole she turns her hand until a click sounds. “Ah brilliant,” Ajax says, pulling out his gun as you open the door.

“Alright everyone, go wild.” You say with a grin, picking up a pot plant before dropping it on the ground with a loud smash. Everyone grins, spreading around the room as an echo of bangs and crashes sounds out. Ajax, re-enacting ridiculous movie scenes, rolling over the ground onto his knee, shooting at the plants. Wednesday is smearing the dirt from the pots over the tables while Enid clears Ms Thornhill's desk onto the floor. Xave is throwing pot plants at the walls as Eugene karate kicks the plants over. You walk up to the blackboard, picking up the chalk. A few minutes later ‘Ms Thornhill can suck my dick’ is written over the board in graffiti lettering.

Looking around the now ransacked room, you grin. “Alrighty guys, I think our work is done, let's go before anyone comes.” You say, cracking open the door and peering out before holding it open for everyone to walk through. “We should probably head back and get cleaned up. I don’t think we’d look very innocent walking around covered in dirt.” Eugene says. You look over the group, all of us with dirty hands and streaks on our faces.

“Probably a good idea, I will see y’all when I see you,” Xave says, shoving his hands in his pockets as he grins. You nod, “It was great fun. See you all when I see you.” Everyone says their goodbyes as you separate from the group, heading to Larissa’s room.

“Riss?” You peek your head into your room. No response, thank god. Quickly grabbing a towel, you dash into the bathroom, turning on the shower. Taking off your bandages, you examine the extent of your new injuries. Apart from a few more stitches, it looks the same as it did after the doctors originally fixed your wound. Undressing, you pull open the shower door and step inside. Taking a breath as the hot water flows down your body, you run your hands through your hair. Getting some shampoo, you rub it between your hands and lather it onto your head.

Stepping back under the shower, you rub your hands through your hair, washing the shampoo out. You squeeze your eyes shut as you feel a stream of shampoo water run down your eyelid. Running your hands under the water to clean them, you try to wipe the shampoo off your eyes.

“Fuck!” You scream as you open your eyes, the stinging of the shampoo was instant. “Are you ok baby?” You jump, not realising Larissa had gotten back. “Jesus fuck Riss, I didn’t realise you had gotten back! I’m fine, promise.” You reply. A faint chuckle is heard over the sound of the water. “I only just got back, I’ll let you have your shower.” Thank god, you chose to leave when you did. Grabbing the conditioner, you apply it to your hair.

Letting it sit, you grab your razor, shaving yourself clean. As you finish, you wash your conditioner out and turn off the shower. Stepping out, you quickly dry your hair with a towel before wrapping it around you. Chucking your clothes into the washing basket, you open up the door. Larissa looks up from her book, her eyes growing dark with desire as she sees you walking out in your towel.

“Fucking hell darling.” She mumbles as she marks her page in her book, getting up from the bed to walk over to you. Wrapping her arms around your body, she places a kiss on your lips. “I wasn’t expecting you to be back so early.” You say, giving her another kiss. “I was supposed to be back earlier, Marilyn already had most of it under control. Some students just reported hearing smashing noises from the botany classroom right as I was on my way back so I had to stop by there. The entire room’s been trashed.”

“Oh?” You say, hinting at her to continue.

“Most of her plants are destroyed, there’s dirt everywhere and a rather obscene message on the blackboard- ‘Ms Thornhill can suck my dick.’”

A grin spreads across your face. “I think I like whoever did it, clearly we share the same views on her.” She looks at me with an eyebrow raised. “Look, I know you and Marilyn don’t always see eye to eye but would you at least try to be civil with her and not trash her classroom?” She sighs, shaking her head in amusement.

“How’d you know it was me?” You sheepishly grin. She chuckles. “Let me think, you don’t like Ms Thornhill, I recognised your graffiti, whenever something happens it's always you, and the rather obvious fact that you’re having a shower in the middle of the day after supposedly hanging out with friends. Though I have to give it to you, it was a rather creative idea.”

You raise your hands in a surrender motion. “Aight you got me… I need to switch up my style don’t I?” She laughs. “Just a lil bit.” Leaning down, she brushes her lips against yours, sending an electric shock through your body. “I’ll let you get dressed.” She says, unwrapping her arms from around you, going back to her book. Opening your phone, you quickly type a message to your group chat.

You: Larissa knows I trashed Ms T’s room. Don’t think she suspects u tho so u should be off the hook.

Pressing send, you quickly put your sports bra on and a pair of black baggy pants. You flop back onto the bed next to Larissa with a dramatic sigh, earning a gorgeous smile from her.

“Fuck you look good with a belly button piercing.” She says, her eyes lingering on the jewellery in your midsection. You look down at the piercing that you had completely forgotten about. “Why thank you. I got it a couple of years ago in Jericho at the Harvest Festival.” You rest your head on her lap, letting out a yawn. Her hand reaches down and strokes through your hair as she smiles. “Well, it looks stunning on you.”

“Thank you.” You murmur, a soft smile on your lips as the sun falls on your skin. Her hand still lazily playing with your hair, you let yourself doze off for a nap.

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A/N: I can’t believe I’ve made it 5 chapters without writing smut. I believe this is a new record so congrats to me.

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[ancientevangelions]

Sending this because I'm stunned at the defeatist Asushin rhetoric after 3.0+1.0. The rebuilds were a mess overall, Asushin in it is a lot more milquetoast than in the series. But after watching it I had the exact opposite idea of “they moved on for each other” or “the feelings are not there anymore”. This is the same delirious Reddit dudebro talk that says they hate each other in EoE

In 3.0+1.0 they both admit their feelings, Shinji's supposed last act is to make sure she knows he returns her feelings and that everything has always been real. There’s no way to misinterpret it now

Then they go to the world without Evas at the end, it's not to “leave everything behind and move on” from their past, but to have a shot at a normal life. The only other time we saw a world like this was in the NGE finale, where they are best friends with strong strong romantic undertones (and a whole manga spin-off where they end up together). Literally everyone else points out multiple times how they like each other. Only this time there's no more undertones, their feelings are already there for both to see

Asuka very clearly still has feelings for Shinji. We even got a whole official manga bonking us in the head with this. She confesses her feelings even if she's not completely honest with herself, but everything from her face to her body language to the narrative reinforces it. But she thinks she’s going to die, and so does he. They didn't expect there to be an “after”, hence the past tense. Shinji wanted to give her closure. For Shinji especially, only a few weeks passed, his feelings did not disintegrate and his reaction to Asuka turning her back on him shows it

After this, it's not like when they meet again their feelings will magically subside. The whole point is to give them a shot a normal lives. Asuka remains the only character Shinji has taken the initiative to romantically pursue. (I don't mean this a diss to Kawoshin, just that Kaworu makes the moves on Shinji, meanwhile Shinji in NGE, rebuilds and nearly all spin-offs eventually pursues Asuka). Shinji's arc with Asuka inevitably leads to him confessing his feelings for her

“But they don’t remember” - I don't follow this interpretation, but if you do, and it’s valid, I again point out to episode 26 and every other official Eva content to show how they are like with each other when no Evas are around to mess them up

“But Mari” - Mari is the poorest, worst written character in the franchise, and I dislike her existence but I won't do her this injustice: she is not a duplicitous false friend who's out for Asuka's guy the second Asuka is not there anymore. Nothing in Mari's characterization points to that, she is not an asshole, she was there actually advising Asuka to confess. Mari is nothing but a good person and friend. And Shinji is not some desperate dude that grasps at anyone moments after confessing his feelings to someone else. This is his whole arc

Being more cynical, it’s not like the infamously capitalist Evangelion franchise, which has milked shipping wars from its fan base for 30 years, is going to shut down one of the most popular and iconic couples they have. But because of this they also couldn't seal the deal in a more explicit way. Which is why everything in the new world is open, Asushin, kawoshin, everything is still on the table

The rebuilds are plagued with problems. Shikinami herself is a pale shadow of Soryu. There's a serious lack of buildup and characterization. But the rebuilds do not kill Asushin. It’s underwhelming compared to NGE but the last movie gives us the hope of them seeing each other again, with knowledge of their returned feelings. They end in a positive note. It’s nothing if a fucking hopeful prospect for Asushin in a world where they can be together, and we should claim it

I just queued up a lot of screenshots from Twitter that do a good analysis on AsuShin and the series

Please keep a look out! (There are a lot of them and I will make a post compiling all of them later)

[babybatgrimm]

Mission Gone South | Soap X Merc!Reader

Summery: during a mission gone wrong, Soap is separated from the team, fending for himself when Snake comes to his rescue.

Warnings: canon violence, GN!reader, reader code name is Snake.

A/N: the first story I wrote was well received by you all, so I thought I'd keep making stand alone stories. They'll be the same characters, but each story can be read without having read the others

It was supposed to be a quick mission, in and out for information in what was an abandoned base. It was supposed to be, at least.

The team was ambushed, the majority making it back to the evac point, however Soap got cut off by a grenade. He dove into a hallway off to one side. Hostiles quickly rushing towards him he scrambled down the hallway looking for cover.

"Soap, how copy?!" Ghost's voice pierces over coms, shouting over gunfire nearby.

"alive, L.T. In a hallway, looking for another exit." He replies, heading through door after door, listening carefully for approaching hostiles. As he walks into a bigger room, he's met with a small group of men. "Ah fuck" he groans, preparing to fight as the group of men move towards him.

One of the three men managed to get hold of his wrist, twisting it behind his back, causing Soap to cry out in pain. The man holding him lets out a dark, menacing chuckle, but it's soon cut short.

Bang

A gunshot sounded, making Soap shut his eyes, waiting for an impact that never came. Instead, the grip on his wrist loosened, a solid thud against the ground behind him as he opens his eyes.

Scanning the area he and the remaining two men are standing in, when his eyes lock onto Snake, who is sprinting toward them, lowering their rifle.

As they get a few feet away, their knife is in their hand, drawn in a lightning fast movement, as it plunges into the throat of the man to Soap's left. Then, just as quickly, the knife is pulled from the first man, immediately plunging into the chest of the second.

Snake forces the man to the ground, twisting the knife in his chest, just to make sure, before swiftly standing straight, sharp, adrenaline filled eyes lock onto Soap's.

On the contrary, Soap's eyes are brimming with admiration, gratitude, an impressed stun, and just a touch of fear at how easily the smaller figure dealt with the three men.

"thanks Scales." He speaks in a low voice, looking around at the floor surrounding him, at the three men limp on the floor. "Fuckin impressive" he laughs nervously, looking back at Snake.

He watches their eyes soften, the adrenaline slowly fading as they study his face. They tilt their head away, gesturing for him to follow, before walking out of the room, leading Soap out of the building in silence to the evac point.

As the team walks off the plane, Soap follows Snake as they glide away down a hallway towards their room. "Aye! Wait up" he calls to them, jogging up to them as they stop to look at him.

He smiles at them, a soft blush dusting his cheeks as he rubs the back of his neck. "I just wanted to.. to thank you for savin me. Right badass of you, I must say." He jokes, chuckling softly in mild embarrassment.

The look in their eyes softens, the corners crinkling on what Soap assumes is a smile. "Are you okay?" Their voice sounds sweet, kindly, but level as they peer up at him, studying his face.

His blush deepens under their piercing gaze. "Y-yeah, I'm okay. Was just a bit shaken when it happened. But again, thank you for saving me." He says, mustering all the confidence he could to smile at them.

Snake stares at him for a moment, before nodding and turning to walk away. His hand shoots out, gently grasping their wrist "w-wait" he says, staring at them, his heart pounding in his chest as they turn back to him, a questioning look in their eyes.

"do you wanna hang out? I wanna get to know you, if you'll let me" he smiles nervously at them. They look away, seeming to think for a moment before turning back to him. A curt nod of agreement before they had slipped from his grasp, disappearing around a corner before he can say anything else.

A/N: shorter one, will have a part two at some point of them going out.