#i love how i have made this made my entire personality :))

[princessoflalaland]

Fiancé Nanami

content: fluff and smut, some degradation, oral (m), doggy style (our second fave position), creampie (I told you I want his babies)

a/n: this is reminiscent of how i was raised by a single parent, so that’s why the dad is not involved. thx to @teddybeartoji for giving me the idea based off this post.

surprisingly, your family had only met Fiancé Nanami a handful of times, despite you two practically being joined at the hip. it was those seldom interactions that planted the seeds of doubt in his mind that he wouldn't be able to appease to your mother.

Fiancé Nanami who, while fussing with his favorite tie in the mirror as you two prepared to drive across town to have dinner with your mother, couldn't help but to grow frustrated when his clothes wouldn't cooperate. this caused you step in and fix it for him, trying to calm him down as you do.

"you really don't need to worry, honey. my mom will love you, I just know it." that cliché line managed to soothe the worst of his nerves. he held your hips and watched you earnestly as you tightened his tie.

"thank you, darling. I just...I don't want to disappoint anyone tonight, especially not the woman who raised my beautiful wife-to-be." his deep, silky voice and sentiments made your heart skip.

Fiancé Nanami who, despite your encouragement, still felt worry linger in the back of his mind. he was rigid the entire drive to your mom's place.

Fiancé Nanami who could barely keep his eyes off you as you two made your way up the stairs to your mom's cozy townhome. the way your dress hugged your body, the sweet perfume you wore temporarily distracted him from how his stomach had knotted itself too many times for his liking. you could practically feel his anxiety beneath his warm skin, so you gave his hand a squeeze and offer him a bit more reassurance.

"I need you to look at me," you demanded softly. you two were right in front of the door, crickets beginning their evening symphonies filled the air. your fiancé could feel his heavy pulse in his ears, but brought his attention to you anyway, finding comfort in your steady, gentle gaze.

"everything is going to be fine. even if she doesn't like you, which I doubt because you're the greatest, most respectable person i've ever known, that won't get in the way of our plans. i'm still going to marry you, I'm still going to be Mrs. Nanami and have all your kids." his heart swelled at your words, and he leaned down to kiss you.

Fiancé Nanami who kindly and gently shook your mother's hand when she opened the door. he was a tall individual, so your mother's head moved up and down as she gave him a once over. he swore his tie began to strangle him under her careful stare. after introductions, you two were lead inside to the dining room, his hand still secured in yours.

Fiancé Nanami's articulate speech and gentlemanly mannerisms won your mother over quickly. they engaged in deep conversation about his career as a successful CEO and your mother's career, as well as the current status of your relationship. he took this as his opportunity to gush about how enamored he is with you. your mother would glance over at you from time to time as if to telepathically say: "I don't know where you found him, but i'm glad you did. he's definitely a keeper."

as the night wore on, however, Fiancé Nanami was finding it hard to focus when your hand casually rested on his thigh under the table. what started off as a mere touch of endearment became much more. rubbing your palm up toward his crotch, letting it simultaneously slide inwards, your fiancé had to fight to keep up his respectable demeanor.

Fiancé Nanami who was finding it harder to focus on the topic of discussion because your hand had so callously wandered over his bulge, your manicured fingers tracing the outline. he cut a glance over to you find you completely unfazed; in fact, you looked invested in what your mother was saying. meanwhile, he was doing everything he could to keep his breath steady and the pink tint out of his cheeks.

Fiancé Nanami who looked both ecstatic and bewildered at your mother's offer for the two of you to stay the night. with the way you were teasing him, all he was able to think about was getting you home and ravishing you until dawn. your mother broke through his thoughts: "it's late, and I wouldn't want you two to worry about the drive home. please, stay, I insist." who could turn down that kind, motherly tone? certainly not the two of you.

Fiancé Nanami who only marveled at your girly childhood room and its keepsakes for so long before you threw yourself on him. he returned your deep, fervent kisses, tasting your mom's cooking on your tongue.

"darling, slow down," he huffed against your lips as you fumbled with his belt and he with your dress zipper. "we can't make too much noise..."

you responded with a simper, one that had him straining against his dress pants. "then you better keep quiet."

Fiancé Nanami who was reminded how pretty you looked with your painted lips wrapped around his cock. you left mauve lipstick marks on his thighs, his pelvis, his dick. it was almost like art to him, the way you painted his skin like it was the most lewd canvas. he covered his mouth with his palm, his eyes fading in and out of focus as you slurped him salaciously.

"m-my love," his muffled words managed to reach your ears over the sounds your mouth made on him and your soft moans. "this is so wrong, doing this to me i-in your mother's home. nngh, God- ease up, I-i'll cum..."

Fiancé Nanami who quickly disregarded the risk of getting caught and possibly receiving a tongue-lashing great enough to make God cry, as you bent over your old bed, ass perked up for him. all he could think of now was how wet you must be at this point, how you've probably been thinking of this since y'all left home. hot puffs air condensed around his lips as he rubbed his tip against your slick folds.

"so wet. this what you wanted, love? to be fucked senseless in your old room, your mom just outside?" his husky, carnal voice only made you wetter. "am I really making a woman so slutty my wife?"

Fiancé Nanami who had to fight himself and you to keep you two covert. a big calloused hand was clamped harshly over your mouth that couldn't seem to contain its wanton vocalizations. his thrusts weren't as powerful as they usually are, the sound of slapping skin usually enough to let your neighbors know what you two got up to in the late hours of the night. his deep, slow strokes still had the same effect of making you want to remind those beyond your room walls who you belonged to.

"told me to me to keep it down..now look at you, fuckin cryin on my dick." you loved when he got vulgar, it made you clench around those inches of him inside you. "I know you want it deeper, honey, you want it harder, I know. we can't, c-cant make too much noise though." "but you'll still be a good girl for me right? you'll cum all over me like the good slut you are..." how could anyone resist that gravelly voice in their ear when he's balls deep in you?

Fiancé Nanami who lets go with a shudder and guttural groan, filling you to the brim with his cum, as your tight walls spasmed around his length. you cried behind his palm, eyes rolling back, toes curling. he littered kisses all over your neck and back, not daring to leave marks anywhere visible. with each heavy breath he released, he made it known how much he adored you.

"...love you..y'always so good to me, always make me feel like no one else has...I love you so much, my beautiful, beautiful wife..."

Fiancé Nanami who made sure you two took proper precautions before going to bed. he made you go pee while he bashfully sought out your mother, in his hastily put-on clothes, to see if she had clothes for you to sleep in. when he returned with one your mother's nightgowns, he'd heard the shower running.

"I got you some clothes from your mother, they're on the counter." he informed you before approaching the steamy translucent curtains. "can I join you?"

Fiancé Nanami who held you close after you both have washed up and have dressed as best as you can for sleep. he planted kisses over the crown of your hair, your temple, the corner of your lips. the feel of your fiancé's smooth lips on your skin helped you drift off faster. his low, silky voice was the last thing you registered before you were nestled comfortably in the embrace of sleep.

"sleep well, my love. thank you for tonight and all the wonderful nights to come."

[chaos-in-deepspace]

LDS: "Watch This!" | Crack

So I dunno about you, but I'm one of those idiots who seldom drink water and sometimes forgets to eat for like two days. So when I stand up too fast it's like a moment of "Oh look the lights went out." So anyway that's the entire idea for this. Everyone experiences this, right? This is a normal human thing to experience when you stand up? Just standing up and almost (or actually) peacing out? Anyway, I never said my writing ideas were good but I they're there.

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+. Warnings: Fainting, Crack Fic, Reader can't take care of themselves, Zayne is stressed as your doctor, Rafayel might have a heart attack, Xavier just assumes you died, Rafayel does as well but he's dramatic on a good day

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Xavier

"Xavier, I promise you I am totally fine. I just got a little dizzy because of the heat." You tried assuring the blonde man as he looked around his apartment. He had already gotten a cold compress and thrown a glass of water in your hands for you to sip on. This was all because you guys had gone on a small jog together to prepare for the latest event in town and you had gotten a bit woozy. He had insisted on carrying you back to the apartments and here you where.

"Your face went as white as a sheet." He pointed out and you scoffed. Impossible. You don't even think it's possible to turn that color with how hot you had felt. If he said you looked like a cherry tomato or something from how red your face had gotten from the exertion it would've been more believable.

"Xavier, would an unwell person be able to do this?" You asked as you went to stand. As you jolted into a standing position you then remembered a key detail. The water he had given you was the first thing you had to drink today...and you don't think you had breakfast either.

The thought flashed through your mind as you felt the blood pounding in your ears and your vision darkening. Your only thought was 'Oh sugar, we're going down, down.' before you collapsed in on yourself.

Next thing you knew you were lying on the ground, a soft lap underneath you as Xavier fanned you off. You groaned as you came to, staring at Xavier's face. The man looked like he had just witnessed your death as he stared at you with wide eyes.

"Oh good morning." You managed to murmur out. Xavier's eyes narrowed as he glared down at you.

"You said you were fine then immediately fainted. I was about to call an ambulance." He scolded you, his tone harsh as he shifted your head on his lap. You noticed his free hand was holding a cell phone.

"Oh don't do that please. I'm okay."

"That's what you said last time."

"How about this...you get me something yummy to eat and I drink some water and if I'm still fainting after that then we can consider maybe going to see a doctor."

"Do you swear?"

"No..."

"We're going to the hospital." You then felt your world shift again as you were tossed unceremoniously over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. You beat his back, begging him to let you down. Alas, once Xavier had his mind made, there was nothing you could do to stop him.

Zayne

"Have you already eaten today?" It was a simple enough question as you sat at the end of your check up with your favorite doctor. Your legs swinging over the edge as you put in some thought to that question. Zayne sat there, waiting patiently as he looked up and quirked an eyebrow in question.

"That is a brilliant question that I don't have an answer to." You might've eaten something today...or perhaps that was yesterday? The days sometimes blurred together in the most confusing ways.

"Have you drank any water?" Oh that was an easy question. No. The answer was no.

"You know the first ingredient in an energy drink is water."

"No..." Zayne said, pinching his eyebrows together in frustration. How you managed to still be alive is a miracle. Not even science could explain how you didn't just kneel over on any given day with how little care you put into your health.

"Zayne, I can promise you, I am totally healthy. Watch this." You stated before jumping up off the examination table. Immediately you felt the world shifting under you like the floor decided to become sentient and move like a damn treadmill.

Next thing you knew, you were waking up in the arms of the best cardiac surgeon at Akso hospital. You grumbled a bit as the light was bright. You looked up to see Zayne's not amused expression, in fact you might even call it a frustrated look.

"How long was I out?"

"30 seconds too long."

"Am I in trouble?"

"You're going to the cafeteria with me right now to get food and water. If you faint again I'm admitting you for the night and hooking you up to an IV."

"So you're saying fainting gets me a dinner date with the Doctor Zayne, and a possible sleepover?"

"Why are you like this?"

Rafayel

You made the realization that you could only entertain yourself by playing on your phone for so long. Rafayel had promised that as soon as he finished some light detail work on his latest painting, you could go out to town and grab some dinner.

That was well over six hours ago as you laid on his couch. You had already finished a book you had downloaded on your phone, scrolled through all your social media, checked out new memes, and caught up on videos of people you followed. As you looked over you saw Rafayel was still sitting on his stool, painting away.

You groaned, rolling yourself off the couch you had been glued to for those entire six hours. You plopped onto the floor, noting that he really did need to clean this studio up a bit. Normally Rafayel would at least be talking to you, but he had been so quiet and boring today.

"Raf...I'm dying of boredom here." You finally called out to him. The man in question looked over at you then looked outside. The sun had set a long time ago and he paused in what he was doing.

"I promise, I'm almost done." He said with a sigh and you groaned again. Then you remembered a little party trick you had up your sleeve. You'd admit you were actually hungry on account of being too busy to eat and then being promised food earlier, you opted not to have snacks. Not to mention water was gross for drinking so it all accumulated into the perfect way to get his attention.

"Rafayel, I'm fading away. I'm starving. I might die. I'm so weak." You called out from the floor and Rafayel finally turned in his stool to eye you up and down.

"I'm sure you are." His tone was sarcastic as he looked at you. He seemed to be entertained by your antics, "I can always order you some food. I also have snacks in the kitchen." He pointed out.

"That won't work, Raf. I'm too far gone. I mean...just watch this." You said, jumping up from your position on the ground. As soon as you were in a standing position, your body fought against you. Your ears were ringing uncomfortably and your vision went in and out. You could barely hear Rafayel calling your name in concern, followed by a him cursing as things clattered.

You collapsed, fainting just like you knew your dumbass would. You knew your body and knew the perfect conditions for going lights out, after all.

When you came to, you saw Rafayel almost in tears as he tried getting you to wake up. You murmured something that not even you could decipher as Rafayel's shoulders sagged in relief.

"I thought you actually died." He looked shaken up as you raised a hand to touch his cheek.

"Can we get food now like you promised?"

Rafayel was silent for a moment as he calmed his heart down and looked at you, "Did you faint just so I'd stop painting and take you to dinner?"

"Well did it work?"

"...Yes, but never do that again."

[vessel-token]

—give me all that you can give.

Sleep Token Vessel x F!Reader.

Tags ; Explicit Sexual Content. Body Worship. Dom/Sub Undertones. Implied Body Insecurity (Reader). Mention of Religious Imagery. Cunnilingus. Nipple Play.

AN ; okay god this took me WAY too long to actually write… forgive me, truly. this was based on a post i made a little while ago, and i just finally got off my ass to write it! also holy shit, this is only the second x reader i’ve written in years, so i apologize if it’s a little shitty… it’s also awkward writing dialogue for a guy who doesn’t exactly speak. this isn’t overly graphic since i wanted to shoot for a bit more poetic vibe, but it is smut, so MDNI and read at your own risk! ⚠️

Divider ; @benkeibear

It’s a pair of calloused hands walking down your naked sides, each taking their separate turns to wander from the destined path that is your hips. It’s the way that Vessel has seen every inch of you more times than he can count and yet, his attention will always be snagged by something as simple as a mole or freckle or scar. He’s plenty aware of the existence of any mark on you of course, but they give him an excuse to detour from his inevitable goal in order to brush his thumb over them. You personally don’t understand his fascination, nor do you get why he feels he needs a reason to explore your body, but you certainly aren’t complaining.

Currently, he finds his place against your chest, his lips pressing featherlight kisses to the valley between your breasts.

“Gorgeous,” Vessel whispers, entirely sincere. “Breathtaking.”

In the back of your mind, a voice speaks out in protest of his brief praise. It gives arguments for a matter that Vessel will no longer allow you to debate. Your appearance is that of a god in his eyes, like something carved from the finest marble; intimidatingly beautiful. Your creator must have taken a little more time on you, he’s sure. It kills him a bit inside to know that you don’t always feel the same, but he understands. It isn’t something he can fight you on, he cannot change your mind by brute force alone, but he can do this.

He can prove it to you in his own way.

“Lay back for me,” Vessel tells you. It’s not quite a demand but he isn’t asking, either.

You listen, if only because you know this isn’t meant to be a time for arguing, and move from your original place on his lap in favor of sprawling over your shared bed. It feels like a dissatisfying trade off at first, but Vessel is quick to make up for it.

He situates himself between your thighs, running his hands over them before giving an appreciative squeeze. He leans down and braces himself with one hand beside your head, kissing his way down your neck as he descends upon you. Each time, without fail, you’re stuck by just how reverent Vessel is. He handles you like an object of worship, firm enough to ensure your presence, but not rough enough to mar your precious surface. Admiring and mindful, but never shy.

Of course, that isn’t always the case. Sometimes, lets his inhibitions go. On those nights, neither of you are separate entities. You’re both one thing, not exactly mortal and not exactly god, just two beings desperate to be tangled together in spite of whatever tore them apart initially. On those nights, Vessel’s back becomes decorated with the angry red lines of your clawing, while your hips and neck bear bruises in the shapes of his hands and teeth. He’ll keep going for hours until you’re both well and truly sated, grinding into you when his own stamina begins to deplete.

A warm mouth closing over your nipple startles you back into the present, your body responding before your mind as you arch your back to try and press your chest into the sensation. You can feel Vessel humming against you and you belatedly realize he must’ve done it to get your attention, which you’re all too happy to reward him with as you card your fingers through his hair.

“You’ve got me, love,” you assure him.

In response, he gropes at your other breast, pinching and rolling the hardened bud between his fingers until you whine. He sucks at the one currently in his mouth, teasing you with his teeth and tongue before ultimately pulling back.

“Where did you go?” Vessel asks, referring to your earlier daydreaming.

“To you,” you answer, smiling free and unrestrained as you gaze up at him.

You see his lips twitch up into a self-satisfied grin, clearly pleased to know he has your focus whether it’s in person or in your mind. He bends down to kiss you and his sweetness proves to be deceiving the second he slips his tongue into your mouth, seeking out your own to play with until your lungs are aching with the need for oxygen. When he pulls away, you can’t help but chase after him before you catch yourself. Unfortunately, Vessel notices before you can stop and his smugness immediately becomes evident in the way that he chuckles.

“Be patient,” he chides lightly. He places his hand over your throat in a manner entirely unnecessary but wholly intentionally, and uses it to gently press you back down into the mattress.

You bite your tongue to keep from giving him attitude, resisting the urge to point out that you’ve been patient all day and you need him now. Usually you wouldn’t even bother feigning self-control, but you’re in the mood to be spoiled and Vessel’s idea of spoiling just so happens to be persuasive enough to make you behave. Just for tonight.

Your eyes never leave Vessel’s form as he begins to kiss his way down your stomach, continuing his journey until he’s returned to his favorite spot between your legs. You feel yourself tense in anticipation, but it does little to prepare you for the spark that shoots down your spine when you feel his breath ghost over your cunt. You must’ve done this hundreds of times by now, yet something about the way Vessel does it somehow never fails to make it feel like the first.

He flattens his tongue as he drags it over your slit, pausing to pay special attention to your clit and continuing to do so until your hips are shaking with the effort not to rut against his face. He introduces his fingers to the mix, easing one into you while he continues to suck and lick. You can feel your walls twitching around the welcome intrusion, plenty slick from how long you’ve been waiting for this, and that petty side of you hopes that it gets across just how patient you’ve truly been.

“You taste divine,” Vessel groans, his voice coming out muffled because he refuses to pull away from you for longer than a second.

The compliment is sweet, but you’re more focused on trying to ride his tongue, only his hand on your thigh prevents them both from squeezing shut around his head. You’re sure he wouldn’t mind regardless, he seems to love it when you get as lost in the moment as him, but you’re trying to be good. Why, exactly? You’re starting to forget. Maybe it was to get eaten out by a man disguised as a walking sex god, or maybe it was because you needed the reassurance that you could be good. You could deserve this and Vessel.

Before your mind can spiral down that rabbit hole any further, another finger pushes into your tight heat alongside the first, crooking and scissoring them. You cry out and your hips buck on their own accord, clutching at the sheets beneath you if only so that you don’t disrupt Vessel. He licks a long stripe up your cunt again, reveling in your wetness before returning to your now-swollen clit. The constant pressure from his tongue is nearly too much, pulling all sorts of downright pornographic sounds from your throat as you writhe underneath him.

“Ves, fuck,” you hiss, daring a glance down at him. It’s a poor choice because the sight of him practically feasting on you like a man starved is almost enough to undo you. “I’m gonna cum, love, I’m—”

Vessel mumbles something that sounds a lot like permission to your wishful ears, and then he seals his lips around your clit and sucks at the same time that he buries both fingers up to the knuckle inside you. Just like that, he unravels you, your cunt clenching around his digits and your back arching off the mattress. You cum with his name on your breath, chanting it like a litany; a prayer to the man that granted you divine intervention with each touch. You weren’t sure if you’d ever make it to Heaven but here, beneath Vessel, you did not need to. You already glimpsed it every time he kissed you and told you he loved you.

He continues to lap at you until your thighs begin to tremble with the overstimulation, and you reach a hand down to gently push his head away. Vessel flashes you a toothy grin, crawling back over you and letting you get an unobstructed view of the mess you’d left on his face. That sinful tongue of his darts out to clean what he can reach, and you wipe away what he can’t with a tissue you’d plucked from the nightstand. When he leans in to kiss you, you can still taste yourself on his lips, but you consider it a worthy sacrifice as you loop your arms around his neck.

“How do you feel?” Vessel asks, bumping his nose against yours in a sickeningly sweet gesture. You never fail to notice how he always checks in on you after you have sex. Regardless of if it’s slow and sweet or rough and quick, he always ensures you’re alright.

“Like I just died and came back to life,” you snort, still a bit breathless.

The laugh he releases reverberates through his chest, a soft and steady vibration against your own as he buries his face in your neck. You can tell without even seeing him that he still has more in store for you, can feel the smirk that he presses against your skin when he kisses it. Even when he wears his mask, Vessel never seems to be able to be as discreet as he wants to be. He’s expressive and transparent for the most part, and you love that about him. Whether he’s out on stage or in private, he remains genuine.

“Then I hope you don’t mind another resurrection or two,” he whispers, his teeth brushing your throat as he speaks. “Because I’m not done with you.”

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[alphajocklover]

I'm 23 and have been obsessed with body-building for years. I'm nowhere near big though. I'd love to be blown up into an absolutely massive freak. I wanna struggle to fit through door ways, I want furniture to bend under me. I want most guys I hit on to think I'm too big.

Please can you blow me up and grow me into the biggest bodybuilder possible.

It’s finally time for another one of my personal transformations. It’s been a little bit since I helped turn that guy into a bodybuilder jock with a supernova charged battery, but last time was so much fun I knew I had to do it again when the chance came up. I guess the only real question is what transformation method is right for you. I could always use the supernova battery again, or one of the other transformation methods I mentioned in my first personal transformation, but if I’m being honest part of the fun last time was sharing all the ways I could transform people. So how about we take a look at some of my newer transformation methods.

Your first choice is a CD. It’s a special video made for me by a local football coach who has recently introduced the Jock Studies program to his school. I reached out in the hope of getting an interview with him, and just got this in return. Not even a proper response. It’s… kind of an obvious trap too. I mean, I ask a bunch of people who are famous for turning people into submissive jocks to give me an interview, and they send me an unmarked CD? I mean, you can’t report on this kind of stuff like I do without someone trying to transform you eventually. I was actually kind of honored that they considered me enough trouble to target me… but not enough to actually watch the video. You can have the CD if you want. I’m absolutely certain you’d turn into a massive jock. Although you’d also be incredibly submissive to the coaches who made this, which might not be your jam. Let’s look at the others before you decide at least.

Your next option is a bit complicated. It’s a time machine, recently stolen from a group named the SAD (society against douchebags) by the Douchebag Revolution. I did a favor for them recently so they gave me this. Said they could trust me to use it responsibly. Well, sort of. The way they said it included a lot more ‘bros’ and ‘fuck yeahs’ but that was basically the gist. Anyways, we could use it to change you by changing your past. A little manipulation of your life and you could end up a bodybuilder. The thing is that time travel is… risky. Ever heard of the butterfly effect? That’s why I try to avoid time travel as much as possible. Too much can go wrong. Let’s move onto something else, since this one is so… unpredictable.

How about this one? It’s water from a familiar little town called Maxford, the one that turns anyone who enters it into a straight, conservative jock or bimbo. Turns out drinking water that’s bottled inside the town has similar effects. Turns you into your Maxford self for 24 hours. You wouldn’t believe what I had to go through to get this. Entering Maxford was an… interesting experience. Um, anyways, it might not be the best choice for you. It’s temporary, and it will turn you straight the entire time you’re a hunk. That can be fun to try, but I get the feeling you want something more permanent. Let’s look at something else

Finally is a specially made necklace, a gold chain with a miniature dumbbell pendant. It’s made by a jewelry store chain that might sound familiar to you if you’ve read some of my earlier stories: EB Jewelry. Normally these are pretty expensive, and you’d have to buy them directly from EB Jewelry, but there was a mistake with manufacturing and they ended up with a surplus of these things. I bought a ton of them and wouldn’t mind parting with one. Put it on and you’ll transform into a total bodybuilder jock. More than that, I can give you more than one. You can share them with your friends, make an entire group of bodybuilder jocks that barely fit through doors. Yeah, that one is definitely the best choice. Go ahead, try it on.

Fuck you look good. You seem quite a bit dimmer now, which is to be expected, but god you look like walking sex. Make sure to share those necklaces with your friends. Using more than one might have… side effects. Plus, the more huge jocks, the better.

[tsukimefuku]

no more patience behind the wheels ✦ kiyotaka ijichi

summary: your friend ijichi has become the unwilling listener to all your woes, and it is definitely taking a toll on him, so he decided to take the matters into his own hands and try to solve your communication problems for you.

cw: platonic/friendship ijichi x reader, comedy, fluff, very suggestive regarding reader and someone else.

wc: 850ish

notes etc.: this poor, poor man. somebody please give him some time off, he truly needs it.

✦ collection of stories: "jujutsu partners au" → masterlist

To say Ijichi's life was turned upside down on an almost daily basis due to sorcerer's shenanigans would be an understatement. He saw himself constantly having to deal with tomfoolery, being jumbled around by you all, as he tried to do his job the best he could.

But for the past few weeks, you, especially, had become absolutely insufferable, to say the least. 

The poor man had lost count on how many times you called asking for him to help you back to your house after getting hammered at the bar. You were feeling miserable, and with good reason after some shit went down in your life, but goddammit woman, get a grip.

Not only that, but the way you were always on and on about how you loved Nanami, and how things were going to end up terribly, and how you had tried before and it didn't work out, yadda yadda was really wearing Ijichi down.

At first, it was a little jarring for him to hear you speak so casually and in such detail about your personal life completely unprompted. Then, it was actually fun hearing your love life ramblings, it felt like a soap opera — the entire story of how you managed to 'screw up two shots at happiness', in your own words (he did not agree, but made no comment on the matter). But now, it was tiring, especially due to the fact that you seemingly forgot every occasion you poured your heart out in his ears.

So, of course, every time he picked you up to drag you back home, it was the same whining.

Every. Damn. Time.

You were about to become his 13th reason.

Ijichi honestly felt like he'd rather face a curse in your place than having to hear that wailing yet again, so he decided to take the matters into his own hands.

"Nanami-san, permission to speak freely for one minute" he said, voice uncharacteristically steady, as he looked at Nanami — whom he had just picked up from a mission — through the rearview mirror.

Ijichi's braveness was a byproduct of his own desperation.

Last night, after your endless ramble about your love life failures, you managed to ruin a perfectly good pair of shoes with vomiting.

His poor shoes.

Nanami had his arms crossed over his chest, and lifted an eyebrow after hearing those words, looking at the assistant in return.

"What would it be about?" the sorcerer curiously inquired, given that Ijichi was rarely — if ever — the type of person to ask for these kinds of things.

"Personal matters. Some guidance is... needed." 

Nanami sighed. "I don't think that would be very appropriate during work hours, Ijichi."

"Please," Ijichi said, his voice taken by some kind of underlying misery, which Nanami noticed. 

He relaxed his shoulders and nodded.

"Fine, go ahead."

"Nanami-san, do you love her? Do you want to be with her?" Ijichi blurted out.

Nanami was immediately taken aback in a mixture of shock and surprise, tensing up his muscles.

"Well, that's a highly inappropriate question to-"

"Nanami-san, she has been calling me to pick her up at the bar these past few weeks, and every time she's completely hammered and rambles about many things, more specifically, how much she loves you, and everything that has happened," Ijichi interjected, still driven by anguish with a knuckle-white grip on the steering wheel.

He'd surely resign his duties if he had to listen to your moping one more time.

"Against my will, I have been completely made aware in excruciating detail about everything, over and over again, and she won't stop. Please, I can't hear these same stories another time. I am begging, do something about it. She is truly fond of you, to say the least."

"... Everything?"

"Everything," Ijichi confirmed.

They were both silent for a moment, and Ijichi was slowly coming back to Earth, realizing that, in his desperation, he had basically just scolded Mr. Mature, Nanami Kento.

I'm done for.

"Ijichi-san" Nanami began in his characteristic impassive tone. Ijichi immediately gulped, bullets of sweat starting to prickle on his skin.

"Y-yes?" He whimpered, involuntarily making himself smaller in his driver's seat.

"Your minute is up," Nanami concluded, turning his face to look outside the window, seemingly done speaking.

Ijichi sighed with bated relief, until he heard Nanami's voice again.

"I'll handle her. Thanks for informing me," the ratio sorcerer said impassively, and the assistant thought, for a moment, that he saw through the rearview mirror a content smile flash on Nanami's face.

Finally, Ijichi thought, sighing, as he began moving the car. Tomorrow I'm getting another pair of shoes.

... Wait a second, did Nanami-san just say he'd... 'handle'... her...?

Realizing it, Ijichi blushed violently, and coughed a few times as he stopped by a red light.

"Is everything alright?" Nanami inquired.

"Y-yes. J-just fine, nothing's wrong," the assistant stuttered, more embarrassed than he had ever been in his entire existence, ready to shove his head in a hole on the ground, realizing what his request — please do something about it — actually sounded like.

Maybe this thorough embarrassment was even worse than listening to your gibberish, after all.

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@swirlingcurses

Also sorry marikuchanxo this took me so long to post 😅

[d4rkpluto]

ᴘʟᴜᴛᴏ 10,000+ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇʀꜱ ɢᴀᴍᴇ

thank you everyone who have been by with me throughout this journey, im entirely grateful for the platform you guys have been able to aid me into creating.

and i had promised that if i do hit 10,000+ followers i'll do a game with no exchange needed. you can ask me all type of questions, and i'll do them with my intuition, but please remember i am a busy person, i go to university and i do chart readings that do take time, so please be patient with me as this will be free content.

okay lets put some boundaries with the questions you can ask me, you can ask me about love, friendship, future etc, even fun questions but please dont ask me about death, or sensitive questions that are like that.

to take part, please be patient with me and with yourself because many of you do listen to the rules and just go straight to the ask box, you will have to reblog this post and follow me.

and tell me what made you follow me, if you do remember. :) or what you like about my blog.

[intuition no tarot]

i can answer them privately if you want me to, i'll close the ask box when it reaches a limit of how many people i can do.

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[arieslost]

just some hcs of lando with an f1 engineer reader? like just soft, fluffy thoughts? need some comfort lando, tysmm 🙏💖

okay so i’m imagining that you’re his race engineer (love will but i need to feed my delusions) and you guys have such a professional work relationship that when people find out you guys are together they’re absolutely shocked. like, they never hear you guys talking aside from team radios and the two of you are hardly spotted together.

you guys have such friendly, comfortable banter with each other, but it only ever slips out at the end of a race when the pressure is lifted and you guys can be a little silly for the world to hear. he’ll say things like, “yeah good race, would’ve been better if you weren’t all up in my ear telling me what to do” to which you’ll respond, “that’s literally my job, you muppet.” and for some reason everyone thinks this is just bestie behavior.

so imagine the shock when he pulls up to a gala or something with you on his arm. you, the one who has a private instagram. you, the one who barely shows her face unless it’s absolutely necessary. and now there’s a whole person to attach to the voice that everyone always hears over lando’s radio during races, and they can all see just how down bad he is for you. there will be dozens of photographers directing their cameras towards the two of you, crying out for lando to face them, but every single picture they get only captures him staring at you like you hung the stars and the moon.

you’re no better of course because hello, it’s lando norris, obviously you’re gonna gaze into those gorgeous eyes. and this just floors everyone because the next weekend is race weekend and the both of you act like you didn’t just shock the entire world of f1 by hard launching your relationship.

you just wanted to shut down the rumors that you guys were just friends— after two years together, it only made sense 🤷🏽‍♀️

[isa-ghost]

In honor of phil confirming that (most) rp phils are the same, maybe some headcanons about q!phil with some of the ex-dsmp members? Or veterans/smpearth?

For the sake of keeping tons of opportunity for more Phil/DSMP member headcanons in the future, I'll focus one duo! And it'd be a fucking crime if I didn't start with Emduo >:)

I WILL say here for anyone thinking of sending more Phil/DSMP requests: I will not be doing Dream Team or Wilbur & Phil. Even though the latter had a huge impact on cPhil. Might change my mind in the future and just gag through it (/lh) but,, for now, no. Fuck that guy.

These might be more general Emduo than DSMP Era specific but hey, that leaves room for more requests too. :D

Dear god these are reminding me I should rewatch Phil's DSMP vods, I'm so rusty on this shit. Apologies in advance if suddenly I get insane about cPhil in the future LMAO.

qPhil headcanons masterlist

First off, I personally don't ship them romantically. I'm not even sure about shipping them as a QPR, that's a maybe. But I do know they were ride or die brothers in arms. The unstoppable force to the other's immovable object. A duo that's down in history in every realm Phil's been in so far.

Even so, just bc he had no feelings of that kind for Techno specifically, spending so much time with him as just the two of them still contributed to him going "Hm. Yknow what, I think I could see myself having a male life partner maybe." So thanks Techno for still playing SOME part in Phil's journey into being fruity.

Techno was one of the first immortals Phil ever encountered, at least the first one he befriended and stayed around long term. It.. was a breath of fresh air to say the least. To know he had eternity with Techno if all things went well, to never have to fear being alone again, knowing there'd always be a when I see you again.

But Techno was immortal, not invulnerable. Same as Phil. Phil was shattered when he lost him. It's by far the worst instance of being reminded he's permanently fated to lose any and all attachments he makes.

Techno found endless entertainment in Phil basically playing Get Off My Lawn with every other member ever whenever they'd come bother the two in their tundra home. He'd purposely go without additional measures to keep people out and away just because he loved watching Phil deal with it or hearing him rant about how many times he had to while Techno was asleep or away.

Phil personally did NOT like some of the "allyships" Techno chose to make, but he was still ride or die with him, so he tolerated them and helped him. And he trusts Techno. He knows in the end, Techno saw some kind of benefit for them. Or the two of them mutually agreed that the destruction entailed in the task was worth it.

Though that changed throughout their time in DSMP. Repeatedly being used and weaponized or crawled to out of desperation rather than genuine desire. It made Phil HATE people for a while, especially mortals. It's why QSMP has him so fucked up present day. For an entire year he was wanted by people, for him. He encouraged Techno to go as ballistic as he did. Even if it was a means to someone else's ends, if they were brutal then at least it demonstrated that the two of them were NOT to be fucked with or taken for granted.

The fucking house arrest and "festival." GOD. That was the first time in a long time Emduo had endured some kind of trauma together. It kicked Phil while he was already down. The fact that none of them cared how he felt or thought in the wake of putting his son out of his misery, now they were giving him a front row seat to the execution of the only person close to him he had left in this realm. Techno felt like the only tangible thing he had left, and they had the audacity to force him to watch them attempt to rip that thing away as if he hadn't lost enough or didn't care that he did. The attempt made Phil EXTREMELY protective of Techno, even though Techno was extremely able to handle himself.

The Syndicate was Emduo's attempt at a found family of their own. What L'Manberg had going was solid minus the government part, it wasn't the community that was the problem. As two immortals who didn't have much besides each other, it was nice to take in a couple people who'd been wronged or forsaken just like them and give them a place to belong and hopefully find some peace. Besides, Phil LOVED being a mentor for them, showing them how to fight & such. Training them alongside Techno,, 🤩 That was his happy place, teaching others to be as strong as them.

Phil's always been more of a Support role guy. He's said it himself plenty of times. That went for Techno especially. He let Techno call the shots, and he'd be at his side no matter what. There's something to be said about how in the same way Etoiles said "I am your arms, just tell me who needs to die," Phil was very much the same way for Techno.

God, honestly, aside from the whole being used repeatedly thing, DSMP gave Phil so much nostalgia for SMPE. Him and Techno vs everything else. He'd missed wearing those antarctic outfits.

When he arrived in DSMP, he didn't expect Techno to be there. He was ELATED, even though he was nowhere near in the emotional state to show it.

I am OBLIGATED to mention the oopsie with the creeper in Techno's cabin. Phil was so bad at playing dumb about it and pretending it never happened. Techno would've never let him live it down.

Phil often falls into mentor roles whenever he's among people. He did no differently in DSMP. But not for Techno. He always appreciated how Techno didn't need him, he wanted him. Now that he's gone, Phil really hopes he finds that kind of companionship again. It's not quite the same as what he has with Kristin or Rose.

After Techno left DSMP, Phil grew even more protective of the tundra. He viciously forbid anyone outside of the Syndicate from coming around unless they had a damn good reason. He'd sooner throw his friendship emerald in lava than let something happen to the cabins while Techno was gone, no matter how long that might've been.

[bizlybebo]

VIXENNNNNN!!! Before I return to the dishwasher I have a question. What are your PD boys + Ashe headcanons. Appearances? Idiosyncrasies? Anything? Please 🙏

HEHEHEHEHEHE HIIIII IT’S 3:30 AM HERE (4AM BY THE TIME IVE TYPED THIS ALL OUT) BUT AAAAA I CANT NOT ANSWER THISS !!!!

okok here’s some off the top of my head:

-Dakota’s got a lisp + a bit of a hard time speaking overall. However, it also means he places a lot of importance on what people have to say since those willing to listen to him even if he takes a second are ones he wants to hear from the most, if that makes sense

-Ashe is naturally blonde. She’s got the exact same hair color as Mark, but she bleaches it. She also has green eyes like her dad, but she inherited her mother’s complexion and facial features (also her mom was hispanic. trust i’m bizlybebo).

-Vyncent’s not a huge fan of haircuts on Prime (loud environment + the icky thing where all the hairs get caught on your shirt), so for most of season 1, Tide took care of his hair. Without Tide to really take care of it during season 2, it grew out significantly. William and Dakota take turns trying to braid it now.

-Since Fauna’s pretty cloudy (as far as I remember), Vyncent’s not used to a lot of direct sunlight. He goes to the beach once on Prime and gets sooo sunburnt cause he Doesn’t Get the concept of sunscreen entirely.

-Dakota’s the shortest. This one’s literally canon but I personally like to think that PD in order from tallest to shortest is: Vyncent, Ashe, William, then Dakota. Will’s still like a good head or so taller than Dakota

-Vyncent is scared of multiple household appliances. He has beef with ceiling fans and toasters especially.

-William gets the tetris effect but for like solving mysteries. Whenever he’s really sleepy he starts rattling off random criteria or a synopsis of his general surroundings/anything he notices under his breath.

-Ashe, oddly enough, is the member of PD who goes the most all out for Christmas/holiday season. She loves decorating and making cookies and everything, since it’s her first opportunity to do it with friends and family again in a long time.

-It feels like everyone on here is saying this which makes me so happy cause it’s so real but: Southern William. ouugigohiifih it’s so real to me.

and then some rapid fire ones:

-William has ehlers-danlos. trust

-Dakota Cole freckles. you agree

-Scenemo Ashe and emo William. You agree

-Dakota is terrified of spiders (scooby doo jumps into Ashe’s arms), Ashe is the kind of person to take the spider outside, William just kinda freezes and decides it’s the spiders house now, and Vyncent probably fucking eats spiders

-William does specific makeup to make himself look more alive/masculine (tboy William real. trust)

-William and Ashe are both the kind of person to have one (1) hoodie they constantly wear and basically nothing else.

-Ashe makes kandi and made PD matching bracelets during s1 (smiles. don’t think about Dakota accidentally breaking it during s2 and how bad he’d feel)

-Vyncent collects jewelry (elf brain likes shiny shit or something) but doesn’t wear it often. He just. Keeps it on him and pulls it out to look at it sometimes all proud of it

-Dakota “accidentally” leaves his flannels in Ashe’s dorm all the time when he visits her so he has an excuse to come back. Ashe gives him one back and suddenly two more appear

-Williams actually very beautiful/handsome he literally just gets no bitches because he’s Like That.

[alvojake]

I'm about to get reeeaaalllll sappy here for a few moments

when I first got onto tumblr, my intent was to just read the amazing fics that everyone had written because I love reading and enjoy others' writing as a fellow writer. I was at a point in my life where I felt like all of my favorite hobbies weren't making me happy anymore, so I backed off of writing for a very long time. I felt as if everything I wrote was just garbage and it just didn't feel right sharing it with the world, so I just stopped, it was truly heartbreaking because I love write with a passion, it had always been an outlet for me during my rough childhood. however, reading so many good fics here on tumblr from writers that I now consider my friends/moots (@yeonzzzn @enha-stars @simpjaes @minhosimthings @pprodsuga @ja3yun) helped me open my heart up to writing again, and for that, I am truly thankful <3

I had started writing not even a month after I had lost my cousin unexpectedly; it was such a hard and dark time for both me and my family that I just needed an escape before I spiraled into the deep end. never in my wildest dreams did I think that I would be where I am now, three months into writing and talking to such amazing people with almost 2k followers. if you had told that broken girl in the hospital that she would find some light in the dark again, this is where she is now; she would just look at you like you had grown three heads. there are truly no words to express how grateful I am to everyone here who has helped me see that light again.

even during a rough patch in the beginning when I had another person copy one of my works, I was truly at a loss for words because not only did they copy my work, but theirs had far more notes and comments on it than mine and it was truly disheartening and I second guessed if I would be able to sort it all out, but during all of this I had aeri to back me up (@heeslut4life). now, I'm not gonna lie. I'm not entirely sure I would have made it past that if it wasn't for her, so thank you, aeri, truly.

but before I go on too much longer and gross everyone out, I just wanted to say that I am thankful for everyone here, moots and followers alike. you guys are truly amazing, and I love you all so dearly <33

tagging all of my moots/friends (that weren't tagged above) because you all are truly dear and near to my heart, and I love you all so so so so much: @karinasbaby @jaylaxies @jaeyunluvr @ikeuverse @wondipity @fakeuwus @j4yluvr @moon7jay (we miss you xyn </3) @wonryllis @wonlvkay @pockettwinzz @antonitty @jjunie-0 @hoondrop @hxxsxxng @seunghancore @dollyyun

[dmagedgoods]

Raphael Romance Event

Last reminder: Circa one week left! To celebrate the 1000 signatures for our Raphael petition a while ago, there will be the Raphael Romance Event. WHAT IS THE TASK? Create a romance scene/moment between Raphael and your Tav/Dark Urge/OC of choice. It doesn't have to be romantic in the very sense of the word. Of course, it can be, but there are many options. Make it sappy or make it bitter, make it happy or sad, sweet or heavy, a bit spicy or very vague, make it a cocky exchange, something dark and threatening, anything that works for you. Is he only toying with the MC? Manipulating them? Struggling with genuine feelings? Showing a softer side? Something else entirely? It's up to you! Once I have gathered the submissions, I will make a google doc with our collected pieces and send it to Larian via the known channels I used for the petition too, showing them how much we love that devil, thanking them for giving him to us and maybe inspire them, who knows. I will also post it on tumblr and twitter for anyone to enjoy. 💕 UNTIL WHEN? The last day to post it or to send it my way is May 31, 2024. HOW DO I SUBMIT SOMETHING? By posting it on tumblr, using the tag makeraphaelromanceable and tagging me, or by sending it to me directly, either on tumblr, twitter (dmagedgoods) or straight to my Discord account. WHAT FORMS OF SUBMISSION ARE ALLOWED?

stories (around 1500 words maximum, please not much more to not overwhelm them with text)

paintings, drawings

comics (not more than an A4 page of content)

edits (not more than an A4 page of content)

videos made from in-game material or using mods

WHAT ARE THE RULES?

The piece must include your Tav, Dark Urge, or OC of choice and Raphael (not Haarlep alone, though of course, Haarlep can be part of it).

Originally, I said one submission per person but I think we won't be too many to handle the material, so you can submit a second piece if you can't decide.

It doesn't matter if you already posted or published your submission anywhere else or how old it is.

Not much more than 1500 words of writing.

Not more than an A4 page of content for comics and edits; I know this is vague, I don't want to limit things too much but I also try to keep things balanced.

No NSFW, no gore.

No dead dove topics, no insults.

No AI-created writing or art.

Post it with the tag makeraphaelromanceable and at me in it (dmagedgoods) so I don’t miss it or just send it to me directly on tumblr, twitter, or on Discord.

[aihoshiino]

chapter 150 thoughts!

Chapters Since The 143 Kiss Happened And Went Entirely Unacknowledged And Unaddressed Count: 7…. ttttttechnically? they don't actually mention that the kiss happened, so i'm counting it…

ladies, gentlemen and those who know better, our long national nightmare is finally over

after… literally I've lost count of how long it's been since we had some proper Aqua introspection, our landmark chapter 150 is almost entirely dedicated to putting us back in Aqua's head (quite literally!) and sort of catching up with him. Some things about Aqua that have been mostly only communicated through showing over telling are explicitly told in text and i'm ngl, there's one or two things where seeing textual confirmation of them got me barking like a fucking dog. Overall, while the pacing of the start of this arc has been bit clunky and this chapter itself isn't free of that either, it actually feels like things are moving and meaningful characterization is happening which after the Movie Arc is a bit of a luxury lol.

As usual, I want to gush about Mengo's art before I touch on anything else. Setting the majority of this chapter in a dream sequence allowed her to do some incredibly fun things with the staging and imagery here. Aqua in that eerie void with his feet drenched in blood… Aqua and Gorou still stuck in that hallway where Ai died, while Ruby has managed to take steps to leave… It's so fucking good.

There were some absolutely top tier Kanas this chapter, too… her little baby tantrum in flashback and that gorgeous final page of her… But I'm getting ahead of myself.

While I described this chapter up top as being communicating things about Aqua, it very much feels to me like it's also serving as closure for Gorou, both in the sense of him as a person and resolving the posthumous arc that he's been going on as part of Aqua. This chapter at last draws a clear and explicit distinction between the two, that Aqua is no longer Gorou, even if he might have been built on the foundation of his identity. Gorou is even described as a 'role' that Aqua has been compelled to play that Gorou himself is now urging him to step down from - he is offering to relinquish Aqua's future back to him… if that's what Aqua wants.

This was how I'd initially read the relationship back in my 143 review - that 'Aqua Hoshino' created from Gorou, his core values and driving ideals, but 18+ years of living a whole new life in a whole new social role, meeting people and having experiences Gorou would never have and literally having a different body and brain in the process have made him different and the sum total of those differences is the person we call Aqua Hoshino. This chapter seems to lean into this interpretation, casting them as a pair of briefly intersecting lines that once crossed but have now diverged onto their own paths.

I also just really liked the dynamic that they were shown to have this chapter. Whenever we've seen this conflict externalized in the past, Gorou has always been this frightening, overwhelming presence whose existence actively prevents Aqua from having any kind of happiness or peace. Here, though, they have a much less adversarial energy, which is a really nice reflection of Aqua being able to gradually start pulling himself out of the shit he's been stuck in. Gorou almost feels fatherly or big brotherly here, not just in how he behaves in regards to Sarina-as-Ruby, but for Aqua, too.

But……….. okay, I'll stop dodging around the elephant in the room now lol

After over 25 chapters of very deliberately avoiding putting us in his headspace, 150 finally puts the ball in Aqua's court vis-a-vis the AquRuby tension and he answers in a way I think would be pretty hard to walk back: That Ruby is his precious sister and that's it. That her feelings for him are the result of her projecting Gorou onto him, chasing a ghost that is fading from this world and that she does not actually love him. Whoof.

This was another thing where seeing it in text felt pretty great. I'd caught pretty early on that there was a weird divide in the way the story was handling the AquRuby dynamic - namely, that there wasn't an AquRuby dynamic and all the supposed ship development of it was largely happening in retrospect, beefing up the intensity of the GRSR relationship and having Ruby express her feelings to Gorou-through-Aqua. When the idea of Aqua and Ruby romance was floated, by contrast, it was always treated like a gag. With the Movie arc being as much of a mess as it was, it was hard to work out what the intentionality of that was (if there was any to begin with) but this seems to make it about as clear as it can be: neither Gorou or Aqua have any had any feelings of that sort of Sarina-through-Ruby and neither of them want to pursue romance with them.

Once again tapping into my powers of Claire-voyance, I already know a lot of people are trying to insist that this is Aqua lying to himself or 'settling' and that he does secretly want a relationship with Ruby for reals! but that really isn't how it comes across to me in the art. He's calm, speaks straightforwardly and without hesitation and makes his point pretty clear. We know how it looks when OnK character lie to themselves and this isn't really it. It would also just be strange for that to be the case when this is a scene about Aqua starting to consider the idea of moving past the things that hurt him and live out his future with someone.

And who that someone is… seems to be coming into focus, but I don't think we'll be getting there quite yet.

I will say that for as much as I liked this as a chapter and as a goodbye for Gorou… it kind of doesn't really make a lot of sense as a resolution for his guilt lol. This chapter frames things in such a way that centers his guilt on Sarina and that seeing her live her life as Ruby has given him some catharsis over it. This is a sweet idea but… that's, uh, not how this was framed anytime prior! When we've seen Gorou intrude on Aqua's happiness before, his self hate and his guilt all center on Ai's death and his inability to save her. The last time we saw him in this capacity in 95, that's what he was saying with his whole chest: that he deserves to suffer as punishment for Ai's suffering, Ai's death. I'm sure that knowing Sarina is living on as Ruby was very cathartic but… it has nothing to do with Ai! Why is this being framed as narratively resolved in this way?

Like… if I chew on it a bit, I can make it make sense: since chapter 1, Gorou has been pretty open about projecting Sarina onto Ai, processing his grief that way and imagining her living vicariously through Ai's success. The idea of Ruby doing the same by continuing Ai's legacy and keeping her radiance alive being the thing that gives him release over Ai's death is interesting and I can understand it emotionally, it just feels like a weird unexplained leap for the narrative to make. I was talking to a friend about it, trying to work it out by externalizing it, and they theorized that this was always the intended endpoint of Gorou's posthumous arc but that the story had drifted in the middle section and Akasaka hadn't quite realigned them. This makes a lot of sense to me and I wouldn't be surprised if it was the case.

I will say that it really bugs me. I've already talked about the ways Ai's importance to the twins as their mother has been gradually downplayed and diluted as the Movie Arc has gone on. In my original post, I attributed this to Akasaka trying to amp up the intensity of the GRSR -> AQRB relationship in a soap opera-y sort of way, but given that this chapter seems to shut down AquRuby, I don't really know if that's the case. In general, Ai has been treated as sort of narratively 'resolved' as of 137, as if that chapter was the capstone to her posthumous character arc and while that might be the case for Ruby… I really don't think it is for Aqua!

It's possible that this is intentional. Aqua still has a shitton of work to do on unfucking his relationship with Ai and the ways his view of her, as implied by the Movie Arc, is warped by his grief. I could see this final stretch of the story being primarily about that - after all, this chapter is about confronting Aqua with the binary choice of revenge or love. In a lot of ways, this has always been what he's struggling with but putting the ball this firmly in his court establishes Ai's death entirely as his own trauma that he has to work through on his own. After all, Aqua might have confronted Gorou in this chapter, but there's a certain someone we also saw in chapter 95 that Aqua hasn't dealt with yet…

I'm talking about Kana, obviously! (ducks thrown tomatoes)

I don't have a ton to say about the AQKN romance setup in this chapter other than… yeah, I kinda saw this coming! It's interesting to see Gorou, the representation of Aqua's guilt and self destruction, be the one to so directly confront him and push him towards trying to find some happiness with her. Aqua quietly noting that he knows the things he likes about Kana and he knows that moving on with her makes a lot of sense - but what makes this especially interesting is the way it mirrors Kana's own reflection on her relationship with Aqua at the end of the chapter.

I like that a lot of the AQKN moments the two reflect on are just… mundane, everyday instances of the two of them stumbling through life together. I've seen a lot of people say AQKN is 'boring' or 'flat' because it lacks the drama of AQAK or AQRB but honestly, I feel like this is what makes it work (when it does work) - their relationship, whatever form it takes, is a safe and quiet space where they can just exist outside the drama and transactional utility of so many of their other relationships.

That said, while those montages mirror each other, what makes them interesting is their divergence point. Kana decides to commit to choosing 'love', with that absolutely gorgeous full page panel, but Gorou hands the knife - the symbol of the violence that blighted Aqua's life - back to him and makes it clear that love or revenge, the choice is now entirely in Aqua's hands. We don't see what he chooses, but… if Oshi no Ko really is a story with a happy ending, I think it's a foregone conclusion. And that makes me really happy.

Not that it's happening anytime soon, lol. I'll be very shocked if Kana's confession doesn't result in a rejection from Aqua, at least at this point in time - there's too much else going on in the story for this to be the right place for Aqua to commit to Kana. She's still an idol, after all and Kamiki is still around. The bets I'm placing right now are that AQKN are going to get their resolution, whatever form it takes, at the Dome concert during or after Kana's graduation.

As for their date… Call me cynical, but I also don't see it going particularly well. After all…

Aren't we forgetting somebody?

[kanbockoida]

Third time’s the charm.

Adam x fem!Reader x Lucifer

Chapter 4 | Chapter 5

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The warm atmosphere was long gone, replaced with something cold. Lucifer’s expression was one of sadness and guilt, feeling as if he was the reason the woman spiraled into a feeling of having been betrayed. Yet he didn’t know why he even told her about this entire thing. It was clear to him that this woman hated exterminations altogether, and the fact that her own husband didn’t tell her anything about moving them up six months early.

”Do you.. need fresh air? We could step outside if you’d like?” The Morningstar questioned, wanting to provide her comfort. The angel looked at the Fallen One, hands clammy and shaking with sorrow and panic.

Deep breath in, and deep breath out. Considering they were in hell, the concept of fresh air made her giggle, even if it seemed strained. “Does that even exist?” Her attempt at a joke was poor, but Lucifer didn’t seem to care as he sent her a tiny yet worried smile. It was silent for a moment, the distressed woman seemingly considering the offer, but she came to the conclusion that it might not be a good idea. “An angel walking around the streets of hell? That is a big target on my back there!” Y/N took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down somehow.

Lucifer had already taken notice of her behavior. He felt sorry for her. He felt for her.. with her. It was such a weird feeling, a feeling he had to suppress for now.

“My daughter.. she’d know how to help.” Lucifer thought out loud. He might not talk to his daughter often, but he is aware that she’s a good person. Hearing the Morningstar talk about his daughter piqued her interest, a tiny smile dancing on her lips. “You have a daughter?” Y/N questioned him, seemingly trying to strike up a friendly conversation.

And just like that, they clicked. How can someone, especially one who is known as the sin of pride, not talk about someone he’s proud of. “I do! Charlotte. Well, she prefers to be called Charlie. She is my pride and joy, I’d do anything to keep her safe.” The words just rolled out of his mouth without much hesitation, his eyes practically glistening with adoration. He went on and on, telling the third about his beloved daughter. Fun stories, silly stories, cute stories.. all of what he could possibly think of. Y/N had the time of her life listening to him go on and on.

Lucifer went on about his daughter, spilling everything he could think of. From Charlie’s idea of redeeming sinners, to stories where he created a little rubber duck army for her when she was a toddler. “Why ducks specifically?” Y/N seemed genuinely curious, a twinkle in her eyes indicating such. She loved all animals, birds just hold a special little place in her heart. “I’m so glad you asked. Ducks are amazing animals!” At the simple mention of the feathery buddies, Lucifer lit up with the purest form of adoration. “And rubber ducks? You can do anything you want with them, let your creativity flow. Ever heard of the magic-tastical backflipping rubber duck that spits fire?”

Y/N’s eyes couldn’t possibly widen more, but they did. Slamming her hands on the table, she let out an excited scream. “Shut up! That is so cool! What about a rubber duck with six wings?!” It was at that moment that Lucifer and Y/N had found something they had in common. A small list that was only meant to expand.

For hours all they did was talk, exchange stories about what they loved doing. It led to them having a true time of bonding by doing nothing. “What’s it like? You know.. creating something? Having the power to create what your heart desires?” Curiosity always got the best of her, especially when her interest was at an all-time high. A wistful smile formed across Lucifer’s lips, bittersweet memories clouding his mind at this one little question. “It’s fulfilling, that’s for sure. There are no limits to your dreams.. If you want to do something, you just do it. You want to make a six winged rubber duck? You can. Breakfast in bed but too lazy to get up? Not a problem.” It almost seemed as if Lucifer found part of his spark that day. He was and still is a dreamer with so many ideas.

Just for a few more moments their comfortable atmosphere surrounded them, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. This whole ‘meeting’ consisted of them talking and bonding, it was bound to come to an end sooner or later. Looking at the time, Y/N let out a soft sigh which was followed by a tiny pout. “It’s getting rather late.. I should probably get going soon. I’ve had.. a lot of fun talking to you, Lucifer. I hope I’ll.. get to see you again?” Her smile was angelic as she looked at him, eyes softening more than they already had been.

Reality set in rather quickly for the pair, leading them to quiet up for a moment. It wasn’t usual for either of them to get along with someone so quickly. For Y/N, making friends in heaven was difficult considering her position along with being married to Adam, so this? This was nice. No condescending tones, no side eyes. Just relishing in the moment. It was nice to have someone to talk to, someone she could lend an ear to.

”I’ve had a great time with you as well, Y/N. I do hope I get to see you again soon! Please, stay safe up there?” Lucifer pleaded, a grin so gentle it was barely noticeable stretching across his lips once more. This day was the day he had smiled the most compared to the past decades.

Nothing ever lasts forever, which was why he was just a little scared. The past years have not been kind to him, so meeting someone as kind hearted as the angel before him was a blessing indeed. The Morningstar didn’t have many friends, if any at all, so having Y/N was such a nice and fulfilling feeling. Sure, he had his daughter.. but Charlie has a girlfriend and she has a hotel to run. There was little to no time for him.. and he can’t depend on his daughter forever. Having Y/N was.. a nice feeling indeed.

“I’ll stay safe if you promise to do the same, alright?”

“I never break my promises.”

A promise was made that night. A promise the two secretly swore to never break.

Y/N and Lucifer bid their goodbyes before departing to their homes through two separate portals. Neither of them knew they already missed each other’s company.

Later that night, the woman had decided to finally return to her husband. She could feel how miserable he was, yet that misery had turned into anger, then back to despair not too long ago. Upon entering her home, she was met with her husband lazily lounging on the couch. She probably wasn’t quiet when she entered the house, since Adam’s head immediately shot up upon her arrival. “Flower..? You’re back!” Standing up, Adam instantly stumbled over to his wife, gathering his emotions as well as he possibly could. Y/N only let out a sigh, the words her husband had said to her not once leaving her thoughts, as well as the information she had gotten from Lucifer prior. Maybe it was a mistake coming back?

”I.. couldn’t leave you for long. That aside, we need to have a talk.” Her voice was cold as ice, words cutting through the air like shards that could cut through even the toughest of materials. The married couple took a seat in the living room, Y/N’s expression almost a void of emotion. “What happened to ‘I’ll always tell you everything’, Adam? Moving up the extermination? Why would you do that?!” By the look on her partner’s face, he clearly wasn’t expecting this. Letting his ego take the wheel, Adam scoffed, leaning onto the couch in a lazy and comfortable manner. “Babe, what’s the big deal? So what if the extermination is six months earlier? They’re sinners. They don’t deserve a second chance. Besides, how do you even know? Did Sera tell you?”

At this very moment, the wife almost lost her cool. Sera knew? Was this her doing, after all? How dare he say such a thing? Especially when there is someone actively trying to redeem sinners? She couldn’t understand him or his logic. “What about you? You got a second chance at love. Two second chances, actually. If you deserve a second chance, I think others do too, especially when they try to better themselves!”

Her words struck something inside him. Something that made him react almost defensively. Adam still hasn’t gotten over the past. He promised. He promised he would talk to her if his thoughts were getting the better of him when they had their first ever argument.

”I’m the first fucking man, of course I deserve more chances. It’s not my fault that my exes left me for another man! They’re sinners. Those cunts are in hell for a reason, babe. They don’t belong up here. Now be a good little wife and stay by my side, got it?” By the sound of his voice, Adam tried to make himself seem strong by any means necessary. Afraid. The first man was afraid of what the future holds and he is withholding this from his beloved. He didn’t want to talk about it, feeling as if it was pointless anyway.

Since Adam didn’t want to speak up about his emotions and actively suppressed them, not even Y/N could feel the fear and pain in Adam’s heart. So how was she supposed to know what’s happening in his mind? “Do not dare to talk to me that way, Adam. You’re my husband and I love you with all my heart, but I will not tolerate you talking to me this way. Just because you’re the first man doesn’t mean you get to do whatever!”

Scoffing, Adam stood up straight, his wings ruffling in irritation at her words. He was so sick of hearing them, thinking that redemption is nothing but a waste of time. “I’m going to say whatever the fuck I want, got it? You’re my wife, and I love you, but you don’t know the complete story.”

That itself was a lie. Adam had opened up about everything during the time they were married. Y/N was aware of everything, so why was he deflecting?

”Sugar, please talk to me.. You’re never like this.” Her words got cut off immediately by Adam’s sudden snap, his usual gentle eyes blown wide with fury and something she couldn’t quite decipher.

”Shut up! Don’t try to force something out of me that isn’t there! The extermination is in six months and I want you as far away from it as possible. I don’t want you to go to your job during it. Anything else is not up for debate.”

Storming off, Adam simply slammed the bedroom door behind him like a toddler throwing a tantrum. Y/N was conflicted, to say the least. Why was her beloved husband suddenly acting like an overgrown manchild? Where was her gentle giant that would cling onto her while she cooked? Where was her darling husband that would hold her hand even while watching movies? The man she once loved was nothing but a shell of himself. Once confident and full of warmth, now distant and almost irritable.

Her heart ached at the realization. Adam, her Adam.. his once gentle nature had hardened, leaving behind a stranger she failed to recognize.

She just stood there, completely gobsmacked by this entire situation, letting his words slowly sink in. Her entire mood had been ruined by this entire interaction. “What is happening..?”

[punkeropercyjackson]

Afrolatino Jason needs to be written not as a black Jason but Jason as a black character.Jason within canon already has all the qualities for a good black character except acttually being of african heritage and this is where the problems with fanon potrayals come in because they change him too much and at the same time,don't actually employ blackness into him as anything but an aesthetic or quirk

As an afrolatino and afrolatina(genderfluid and bigender)who started reading comics due to starting to selfship with Jason because i watched Utrh,it hurts but also makes me so fucking angry that these people have the audacity to act like they're doing it out of love for Jason when they don't even love him enough to respect his personality,coping mechanisms and relathionships because they only care about how hot he is and that's all that was needed to ruin his entire character in fan content for years and years and years,all because they can't handle unconventional characters despite their self-proclaimed freakiness.Adding 'Snowbunny' to your list of fetishes you have for Jason isn't representation and you've all treated him worse than DC ever has and yeah,i'm including Ditf

Stop taking Duke from Jason and Jason from Duke-Stop taking EVERYTHING from Duke to give it your ugly ass white boys Jason would hate anyway.Stop hypermasculinizing and oversexualizing him.Stop making him stupid and uncultured.Stop making him a fucking misogynist and animalistic.Stop forcing him to be best friends with Roy and Tim when he's never liked them that much and he never will and it makes sense with his character.Stop just slapping melanin onto him and calling it black character design.Stop being fake or just don't headcanon him as black-latino at all because it's not your call to begin with and my nonblack and white afrolatino Jason hc'ing friends started seeing him that way because i told them why i did and they thought it made sense and wanted to be supportive too and a racist ass of an ex-friend immediately jumped to 'Um but he's got anger issues and violent tendencies so ion know :/' without even hearing me out first when I'M the one who's actually a nigga and she did/said tons of microaggressions i didn't pick up on and started whining about me being 'mean' and 'innapropriate' for getting her ass post-realization and making a slave master joke at her expense for speaking over me on purpose

This is exactly what i mean cause that's how Y'ALL react to being called out on YOUR microaggressions towards Jason,both the afrolatino interpretation and canon compliant Jason with your ableist stereotyping and harmful anti-recovery headcanons(see the hypermasculinizing and oversexualizition i mentioned for both of those),and Duke and Cass too although she is nonblack she's worth mentioning since i brought Snowbunnies which are rooted in racialized misogyny and y'all need to stop feminizing and infantalizing her.She's a canon tomboy and she grown too and more 'unhinged' as y'all put it than Jason is textually and him and Duke are either equally chaotic or Duke is even more chaos.Back to reactions,nobody says jackshit about the 'Jason fucked Talia' jokes when that scene was csa,incest and anti-arab propaganda all in one or 'Jason grew up to date his brothers exes' that's deadass just child grooming that ALSO relies on thee most misogynoiristic incarnation of Kory ever and the constant gender essentialism and ableist termology thrown at Jason that he CANONICALLY defies and even expresses to be against.But when black Batfam fandom members get mean about the Duke exclusion and Cass' too out of poc solidarity,suddenly we need to chill and stop making things that deep and learn to curate to curate our experience

No.YOU need to curate your experience.Find the story you want instead of gentrifying the Batfam and grooming minors into it.Duke is a Batboy,a Robin and a Batkid so he's part of Batfam lore.Duke is Jason's favorite brother so he's a part of Jason's story and black solidarity is essential to writing a black character.Which is what afrolatino Jason is SUPPOSED to be and if additional Bats are needed,then it should be black ones like Duke.Afrolatino Jason HAS to be a black character.He needs Duke.He needs black Outlaws.He needs to love woc in general but especially black women.He needs to defy male expectations,not live up to them.He needs connections to his black roots,including his apperance

Jason Todd needs to be a black character,not just a mischaracterized mess that dosen't appreciate him and what makes irl black people see him the same as us.Afrolatino Jason was made by us,FOR us and you have no place headcanoning him that way if you aren't going to do it like we do.Afrolatino Jason is not your fetish and canon Jason dosen't wanna be seen as one to begin with.PUT SOME RESPECT TO HIS NAME!!!!!!!!

[chaos-in-deepspace]

Driving With The LADS | Crack

So for some unknown reason, people are terrified of being in the same car as me when I'm driving. It's an enigma since I'm an amazing driver. With that being said, I decided to write this with some of my favorite (and common) driving maneuvers alongside how the LADs react to it. These are all taking place in a four person car (because I can't drive a motorcycle...yet).

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+. Warnings: Bad Driving (Apparently)

Blog Information | Masterlist

Xavier

It wasn't often that you and Xavier were in the same car together. Normally you guys would just be walking everywhere, or take a taxi. In certain circumstances, he would just teleport the two of you. So this was a bit of a treat. Xavier had readily allowed you to drive the two of you around so he could possibly take a nap on the way to your destination.

It had been a straight shot for literal miles as you relaxed in the driver's seat, one hand on the steering wheel and the other fumbling with the music. It wasn't very busy at the moment on the road, so you weren't paying a crazy amount of attention; the car was even on cruise control.

Then you had to make a turn up ahead. Xavier had been dozing off in the passenger seat next to you, occasionally his eyes fluttering open when he heard you cursing under your breath about the bad drivers around you.

He was pretty relaxed with you around the wheel...until that first turn. You were going about 70mph and slowed down only a little bit as you made the sharp turn. Xavier's entire body went flying for a moment from how harsh it was. He gripped onto the handle above his chair and looked at you.

"What was that, did something happen?" The blonde was now fully awake as he asked this.

"Oh don't worry, I just made a turn." You said as you approached the next turn, doing the same thing. Xavier was thankfully still grasping the safety handle so he didn't go flying into you this time. He still looked terrified.

"Don't you think we should slow down for those turns?" He asked, swallowing the lump of anxiety in his throat. How had he never noticed how terrifying you were when driving? Your completely relaxed demeanor was simply a lie as the demon in you surfaced.

You turned over and gave him a confused look, "Why should I? I'm saving on gas." You pointed out. Xavier's jaw dropped a bit as he slowly regained himself.

"Saving...gas?"

"Ya, if you don't stop that much, you don't have to accelerate as much. You save on gas. It's simple." You said, making another sharp turn and Xavier had to bite his tongue to not make a noise.

"Hey, perhaps I should drive us the rest of the way." He finally offered, wondering when you could pull over.

"Nah, I'm good. You go back to sleep."

"I insist."

Zayne

Zayne was used to driving you around, it was one of his favorite things actually. Knowing you were safe in the passenger's seat and he could make sure you arrived at your destination without a hitch. He did have another motivation for being the driver, however.

It was the fact that Caleb ratted you out about being a bad driver.

It had been a conversation in passing. Caleb and Zayne didn't talk as often as they did as children, but on occasion they'd meet up. When you got your driver's license, Caleb had been with you. He told Zayne about your...terrifying antics on the road. Zayne knew it had been years since that, and you surly had gotten better from a new, teenaged driver. He still didn't want to press his luck.

That was until you forced him to let you drive. You two were going on a small road trip and Zayne ended up staying at the hospital all night and barely had gotten to the apartment when it was time to leave. You told him he just needed to sleep and you'd drive the first leg of the journey.

He was far too tired at that point to even argue, allowing you to take the keys to his car. It wasn't until two hours later that he woke up to your grumbling. A car behind you was trying to get around you, even driving right on your ass and pissing you off.

You, being petty, decided to drive your car at the same exact speed as two semi trucks on either side of you, keeping pace so the fucker behind you couldn't get around. You were grumbling the entire time about how he was an impatient fucker and Zayne sighed.

"You know it's not worth it, just let him get around you and we won't have to worry about seeing him again." He tried convincing you, but you were too far gone.

"Absolutely not. This is a battle of persistence, and I will prevail. Fucker isn't getting around me. I was literally already speeding." You said, as you continued at your relaxed pace. The car behind you was still on your ass, and you briefly saw them flipping you off.

"Oh this fucker did not just flip me off." You gasped, looking in the rear view mirror.

Zayne called your name out in warning, seeing the feral look in your eyes.

"Imma break check this whore." You finally said, making Zayne jolt up.

"Don't." Not only was Zayne worried about his car, but at the speed and how you were sandwiched between two semis...it wouldn't end well.

"He flipped me off, Zayne."

"Which isn't worth dying over."

"Mhm debatable."

Zayne just sighed and you watched the car get behind one of the semis now and you chuckled. That semi was passing you up slowly so you decided to continue keeping pace with it. Zayne sighed, looking at your antics. If he had known you'd spend the next two hours fighting another car, he wouldn't just sucked it up and drove.

At least you guys didn't die by the time the other car got off on an exit.

Rafayel

Rafayel was more than happy to be the passenger princess at first. He had nice cars and you had begged him to let you drive since normally he was the one behind the wheel. He was surprised, thinking about how a lot of people hated driving, which is why he defaulted to doing so with you.

So he happily sat down in the passenger seat of his nice sports car while you got in the driver's seat. Rafayel was planning on just scrolling through his phone to find things to do with you the entire drive. You had planned on visiting the next town over so it was a three hour drive, just so you could try a new seafood place. Surly there were more things there than just food though.

The large screen of his car showed a map as the GPS directed you to where you needed to go. You lazily drove, your eyes glancing around and checking your speed. The car could go fast and you fully intended on testing it out later, whether Raf liked it or not.

You turned the music up a bit, enjoying the tunes as you continued down the road. The scenery was beautiful as you took the route that went right past the ocean. You were enjoying it so much that you had spaced out just a bit during the drive.

Rafayel glanced over at the GPS, watching as it was telling you to turn in a few feet. He cleared his throat, getting your attention.

"Yes, baby girl?" You asked and he flushed at the nickname before speaking up.

"You realize we're supposed to be turning right here." Rafayel said as he pointed to the road. "If i had known you'd be so spacy while driving I might've reconsidered your offer." He teased.

You snorted as you saw the turn, "We can still make it." You said with a large grin on your face.

Rafayel didn't know why his blood suddenly ran a bit cold at that announcement, "Wha-AAAAH!" Rafayel's hand went to grasp the "Oh shit" bar as you slammed on the breaks and made the turn. The screeching of the tires was alarming and you could hear a car horn blaring behind you from the angry driver you had unintentionally break checked.

Rafayel had screamed as you made the turn in one piece, the car shifting back as you began driving like you didn't just do that. His heart was pounding in his chest as he turned to you.

"What was that?" He asked frantically, "Are you trying to kill me? I know I ate the last of the seaweed snacks, but this is uncalled for!"

"You did what?" You said and turned to him. Rafayel sucked his lips together, his mouth forming a perfect line as he realized his accidental confession.

"Mister, you're buying me more when we get to the town."

"If we make it there alive..."

"What was that?

"Nothing!"

If anyone was curious, yes these are all things I have literally done while driving...more than once. But I swear I'm safe about it. You can trust me to drive you. Just don't listen to my best friend. She once had a heart attack on the Highway as I literally did what I wrote in Zayne's. Two hours. Two hours of making sure that bitch couldn't pass me. The power I had then...I miss it.

[spiderlily-w1tch-blog]

𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚓𝚒 𝙼𝚎𝚣𝚘𝚞 - 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐|𝙹𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚢

𝕎𝕀𝕊ℙ𝕊𝕀𝕄ℙ𝕊

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Ft oblivious to flirting + bit of Bimbo Reader, possessive Shouji, fingering, cunnilingus, creampie

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

WC: 3,130

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Includes pervy “friends”, 1(One) use of N/n, 2nd Person POV, obligatory exhibitionism/public sex warning (Series Warning)

𝔐𝔦𝔫𝔦 𝔑𝔬𝔱𝔢: reader is a leetle bit dumb(more naïve ig) in this but like,, iss okay, you got a good boi looking out for you. Mr Octopussy is ready to swoop in and show Mr Flirt just who you belong to 😌 Kinda OOC ig??

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The new transfer to Class B kept seeking you out and always striking up conversations with you, standing closer than necessary. He would ask you all about yourself and occasionally would shower you with gifts you’d mentioned before.

You assumed he was just being nice. That he was trying to make his first friend at this brand new school. You knew how scary and awkward it can be to be the new kid, especially in the middle of term.

Apparently, he had made some more friends of his own in Class B and they tagged along with him to meet you. You leaned against the wall and the boy had his hand resting comfortably next to you as he spoke to you. He was continuously complimenting you and telling you how good your uniform looks on you. It accentuates all the best parts of you.

You blushed and smiled at his kind words and thanked him. He started to adjust his arm to get more comfortable, leaning his forearm on the wall rather than just his hand, incidentally bringing him closer to you.

“Oh, sorry, am I too close? I can move a little if you want,” You smiled at him, slightly gesturing to the side.

“Nah, cutie, you’re just fine where you are.” He smirked, seemingly perfectly fine with your proximity. ‘Oh well, if it doesn’t bother him, then I guess it’s fine!’

“Hey!” You heard a familiar voice call out from down the hall. Excitedly, you looked over and saw your boyfriend coming over.

“Mezou!” You cheered and slid yourself out from in between your friend and the wall, jogging over to him, not catching the boy and his new friends gladly looking at your ass when your skirt lifted up as you ran.

“Princess, who are these guys?” Mezou asked you, wearily glancing up at the boys, seeing them all staring right at your ass. He wrapped his arms around you, making sure that his webbing obstructed their view.

“Oh! This is the new transfer student,” you smile up at your boyfriend innocently, “and these are some of the friends he made in Class B!” You grin proudly at your new friend having found comrades in his new class.

“How come he was leaning so close to you?” Mezou asked, his glare softening when he looks down at you.

“Oh, he was just getting comfortable. He said the distance didn’t bother him… do you think he was just being nice to not hurt my feelings?” You suddenly asked quietly, a worried expression taking over your face, your arms coming up to your chest and making yourself smaller for fear that you had actually upset your friend. Seeing your genuine worry and your total obliviousness to the situation, Mezou felt so many emotions at once. He fell even deeper in love with you, yet he was vaguely loathing your naïveté, the strong feeling to comfort you and ensure you knew that you hadn’t done anything wrong, and most of all burning rage at the boys who were obviously seconds away from entirely taking advantage of your oblivious innocence.

“No, princess. Don’t worry, you didn’t do anything wrong. I promise.” He didn’t lower his mask but you could tell he had a comforting smile on his lips, making you give your own small smile.

“He’s right, princess. Everything is just fine! Why don’t you come on back over here and we can keep talking?” Your friend grinned at you when you looked over your shoulder at him and it made you smile as well, though you didn’t notice your boyfriend seething and practically growling at the boy using his nickname for you.

“You wanna join us, ‘Zou?” You smiled lovingly up at your boyfriend and slightly worked your way out of his hold but grabbed his hand to tug him along.

“Sure, princess.” Shouji smiled at you as best he could with how much he wanted to pummel the little naïve asshole you call a friend.

When you returned to the group with Shouji, he rested himself against the wall and wrapped his arms around your waist. His fingers toyed at the cinched hem of your skirt and even dared to dip below it as a tease to the other boys to show just who you belong to. To show that they would never get a taste of you, only he was able to claim you like that.

You giggled at his actions as you kept talking to your new friends. All their eyes kept darting to the movements with hungry gazes, some of them mixed with jealousy. Mezou made 3 of his other limbs simply hands and kept his 4th as a mouth. He used his other hands to roam over your body, remaining innocent enough though still staking his claim. With his hands roaming your body and his mouth speaking, though entirely normal conversation, so close to your neck that you could feel his hot breath against that spot that he always loved to mark.

It ignited a Pavlovian Response. Wetness began to build between your legs. You tried to stay focussed on the conversation and just clenched your thighs and rubbed them together. You tried to relieve some of the tingling in your little cunny but it wasn’t working.

“You alright, princess?” Mezou’s voice cut through your thoughts. You didn’t want to admit that you felt so needy so you bit your lip and leaned into your boyfriend as you nodded.

“‘M okay.” You continued to rub your thighs together, though.

“Oh, princess. You feeling needy?” His voice was huskier with faux concern laced in his words. He smirked under his mask when you shyly nodded against him. “How about I help you then?” His bottom 4 arms, slid down further to just under your skirt, the lowest 2 hands having wound up low on your hips and then ended up groping at the meat of your thighs.

“S’it okay? In fron’a people?” You sent a quick glance at your new friend and his classmates who were all watching the scene unfold intensely.

“Oh, don’t mind us, N/n, we don’t mind at all, do we, boys?” He looked around his group of friends and earned 4 nods in return and murmurs of confirmation. “See? We don’t mind one bit.” He shot a sleazy smirk at you and let his eyes drift downwards.

Surely that was just a smile to comfort you, though. And of course he’d look! I mean it’s just instinct to see something new! He’s such a good friend!

“See, princess? It’s alright. Let me take care of you.” He slid his bottom hand around the backs of your thighs and began to hoist you up. You instinctively hopped to allow him to pick you up and let him rest your back against his solid chest and spread your thighs apart as he lifted you effortlessly, like he was holding a couple of grapes.

His top hands busied themselves with your breasts while his middle hand went to your skirt. It had bunched up at your hips from the new position but he moved it further out of the way, fully exposing your panties.

“Damn, you look so pretty like this, princess. All spread out for me.” Mezou extended a limb to pull his mask down. He knew you loved to see his mouth, his real mouth. That still baffles and flusters him to no end when you beg to see it, especially when you insist on pressing soft, sweet kisses to his scars, as well. He also decided, just this once, to use this unexpected appearance to scare the other boys enough to back off of what’s his.

“Look so perfect. So fucking tasty.” He kissed your neck while his hand at your skirt rubbed over your clothes pussy. A high-pitched moan was drawn out of you with the feeling, it felt better than usual. Maybe it’s because your new friends were seeing you like this? Were watching you?

His other middle limb, still a mouth, cooed at you as he pleasured you in your clothed slit and your breasts. He gave teasing nips and sucks on your neck, as well. The hands on your breasts moved to properly unbutton your uniform blouse and pull it open to reveal a matching bra to your pretty panties. Mezou pulled back from your neck to gaze appreciatively at the sight with a groan low enough to almost be a growl. His lip was pulled between his teeth, his larger, sharp canine lightly digging into the skin. He didn’t stop his hand’s movements over the damp material over your gorgeous cunt as he returned his top pair of hands to your bra-clad tits.

“Look so pretty, baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good, yea? That sound good, princess?” Mezou asked lowly, pressing a sweet, hot kiss to your cheek.

“Yes.. Yes, please..!” You nearly begged with a lust clouded dazed expression as you undulated your hips slightly. He smirked and quickened his hand’s pace rubbing over your damp panties and focussed small loops over your clit. His hands on your chest dipped into your bra and squeezed at your plush tits directly. You whined at the pleasure because it felt so good but it just wasn’t enough.

Taking pity on you, Mezou slid his fingers to the edge of your panties and pulled them to the side, exposing your bare pussy to the boys in front of you. They all let out hums of appreciation for the sight and looked as if they wanted to come forward and feel it for themselves. Before any of them could even have a chance, though, your boyfriend returned his fingers to sliding over your wet folds.

“Fuck-! Me-zou!” You moaned out at the feeling and tried to buck your hips into his hand, though your suspended position made that difficult. He chuckled in your ear as he kissed at the sensitive spot just under it.

His hand sped up and quickly rubbed your pretty little cunny, his fingers catching on your sopping little hole. You moaned out every time he just barely dipped in just to move away before he fully slipped his fingers inside you. As he nipped at your neck and kissed your cheek, his eyes watched your slick folds intently and finally, he couldn’t resist any longer.

Finally, finally, he pushed 2 fingers into you and pumped them at a pace just barely too slow. He had you whining for more in no time at all and he happily complied when he knew that he’d get your cute little mewls and noises as a reward. He sped up his pumps into your cunny and moved his mouth limb to your swollen little clitty. Your loud cry of pleasure went straight to his throbbing hard cock. He groaned against the juncture of your shoulder and neck at the sound and the taste of your perfect pussy.

He would never get tired of your taste and would indulge at any given opportunity. His added tongue lapped at your clit while his fingers plunged inside you, over and over. Your head was thrown back against his shoulder as you moaned wantonly like a pretty whore for your new friends to hear. The boys all had taken to palming their bulges and appreciated your noises and the sight of your pretty cunny getting finger fucked.

“Mez… Mezou..!” You panted in a high-pitched, strained voice and brought your hands up to wrap your arms over your boyfriend’s shoulders. “I-.. I’m gon-gonna.. haah!” You struggled to get the words out but Mezou knew exactly what you were trying to say.

“I know, princess. Go ahead, baby. Cum for me, show your new friends how you look when you cum.” He growled into your ear and lightly nipped at your earlobe. The deep, heavy with lust voice in your ear was the final pushing point and made the tight coil in your lower belly snap. You came with a cry, muffled by your boyfriend sealing his lips over your own in a heated kiss. Your toes curled in your sweet little uniform flats and your legs tensed in your pleasure. Your orgasm almost started to drip down before his mouth limb started to lap up your juices and ate you put until you came down from your climax high.

You laid limply in your lover’s hold as you huffed for air while your spongy walls spammed around nothing. Mezou cooed at you for being so good and for cumming so prettily.

“You ready, princess? You want my thick cock in your pretty little pussy?” His gravelly voice cooed into your ear as you heard his zipper being pulled down, though you didn’t know when he had extended one of his limbs to do so. The thought alone of his thick, hot cock fucking you so deep inside had your walls twitching even more and a weak, wanton mewl to escape your throat.

“Yes..! Yes, ‘Zou, please-!” Your begging was swiftly cut off when you felt the bulbous tip of his dick pushing against your sopping wet entrance. Your breath hitched at the feeling and you moaned out at the mixture of pleasure and the bit of pain that came with the stretch every time your boyfriend fucked your pretty little pussy. He continued to push forward and finally breached your tight cunt.

Swiftly, he bottomed out in one thrust and earned a near scream of pleasure. Mezou left you panting while he let you adjust to his size again and used his limb’s mouth to lightly lick at your clit to assist you in adjusting to the pure pleasure. When he felt you try to grind your hips down against him he took your silent hint.

“Such a good girl for me, princess. So fuckin’ good for me.” He hummed as he started moving his hips and lifting you in his arms, up and down, up and down, on his cock. As he slid easily in and out of your precious cunny, he made disdainful eye contact with your new friend. The stupid boy who thought he ever had a chance with you, all because of your sweet, innocent naïveté. He was silently telling him that this show was the closest he would ever get to your body like this, that you are his, and his alone. That your body is his to ravish. His to love. His to pleasure.

The boy huffed in annoyed defeat and resigned himself to simply enjoying the show. The group watched with great interest as Mezou’s thick cock slid into you, faster and faster until his middle arms, now both with hands, were tightly gripping your waist and used that grip and the tight one on your thighs to bounce you almost dizzyingly up and down on his length.

“Oh Kami, princess. So tight, so perfect for me, isn’t that right? I’ll bet your friends are very happy to see you like this, isn’t that right, boys?” He called out condescendingly to the group whose eyes were still glued to your form. They voiced their agreement, though none of them looked away from the sight of your pussy getting pounded so good.

“‘Zou..! ‘Zou-! S-o good! Feels good!” All you could do was whine with your head so fuzzy and cock drunk. He bounced you at a dizzying pace and you wantonly moaned, sounds that would fit in perfectly in the red light district. Mezou’s cock scraped perfectly against all the sensitive spots inside of you and it shot pleasure through you with every thrust and drag. His growling voice, his own grunts of pleasure, were indicative of his approaching orgasm and he angled himself and you in his arms to ram directly into that spongy spot inside you that had your head spinning even more.

“Oh, yea, baby. So perfect. So perfect, princess. You feeling good? You feeling like you’re gonna cum again? Huh, princess?” He cooed at you and lifted a hand from playing with your tits to turn your head to face him and attach his lips to yours. You could only whine out an agreeing hum against his lips as you felt yourself get closer and closer to that edge.

“Fuck-! Please! Please, please Mezou.. please, oh fuck-!” You couldn’t think of what you were begging for but you just knew you needed more. You kept chanting sweet, pathetic pleas against his lips and did your best to look into your boyfriend’s eyes though your own fought to roll back in the depths of pleasure.

“Go ahead, princess. Go on and cum, yea? Cum all over my cock and show them who you belong to.” Your lover’s voice returned to a possessive growl as he spoke, his fingers digging in even more. The perfect, blissful combination of pleasure and pain told you that you would have bruises in the morning, not that you minded in the slightest.

“Mez-zou…!” You weakly cried out as you felt the cord in your belly stretch taut and right on the verge of snapping once again. With a particularly strong slam into your cunt, the blunt head of Mezou’s cock hit directly against your cervix and the sudden painful pleasure sent you tumbling over the edge. The knot snapped and you came, almost violently, on the stiff cock still pounding into you.

The tightening and fluttering of your walls on his already sensitive dick pushed him further and further to that edge. The near slutty moans in his ears forced him even further along until your cry of his name finished him off. Thick ropes of cum spilled into you and filled you to the brim. Mezou kept thrusting and bouncing you until he finished shooting his load into your tight, slick cavern.

“Princess.. Always so perfect for me..” Mezou panted as he shared lazy kisses with you, your lips softly connecting with his. Your brain was too scrambled to come up with words so you merely hummed in agreement and appreciation for your big, possessive, jealous boyfriend. He held you close to him and kept his firm hands cupping your chest and lightly groping the meat of your thighs while he gently praised you as you came down from your overwhelming high.

“Mezou… Felt.. so good,” You managed to say. He gave your forehead a sweet kiss before turning another contemptuous glare at the insolent, cocky group.

“That’s right, princess. You’re all mine and I’m always gonna make you feel good. Make you feel so good, princess.” As he spoke to you, he kept his glare on the boys to ensure they knew that you were his and that wasn’t going to change any time soon.

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