#i'll probably panic and delete this in two seconds

[lazzarella]

Didn’t even know who Dunk was at the beginning of the year*, but apparently I’m already willing to defend this boy's acting with my dying breath, so I’m glad I’ve seen so many positive comments about his acting in THK!

I am absolutely loving his performance as Style (note: I’ve enjoyed his acting before this—see above re defending) and, yeah, I’m happy so many other people are too

[silent-stories]

𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐍𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐈 - 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄

Pairing: Brother's best friend! Noah x reader

Summary: fearing that your brother would lose it if he found out that his best friend is your boyfriend, you keep your relationship with Noah a secret.

Tw: fluff, angst, sneaking out at night, gross drunk dude.

A/n: Yes, I revisited all the drabbles and one-shots I had written with brother's best friend!noah, changed a few details, corrected some mistakes, added stuff, and adjusted tenses to create this. I hope this means I'll find the inspiration to write a second part. The individual parts will be deleted soon.

You weren’t supposed to fall for him.

Noah was off-limits, a line you were never meant to cross. He was your brother’s best friend, probably the guy he trusted more than anyone and that you both had known since we were little more than kids, when for them becoming a band that performed for more than a hundred people was just a dream.

You weren’t supposed to fall for him. But it just happened, and it was one of the easiest things you’ve ever done because he was such an easy person to love. Maybe you had always loved him, even from the very first days when you were still in high school.

From the day your brother had caught a bad cold and missed school, and you, two years younger than Noah, had asked if you could sit next to him at lunch. You had been so shy back then, afraid he’d turn you down. After all, why would he sit with you? He was your brother’s friend, not yours. You had only exchanged a few words before. But he had said yes immediately, and you ended up talking about music the whole time.

The thought of Nicholas finding out sent a wave of panic through you every time you let yourself imagine it.

You were certain he'd find it weird, then likely get upset that you hadn't mentioned it sooner. He’d probably say that if people found out the lead singer of his band was the merch girl's boyfriend — merch girl, who also happened to be the guitarist's sister—rumors would start flying and people would start talking bad about you.

You were scared he’d feel betrayed, as though you were taking away his best friend. And even worse, you were sure he’d be mad at Noah for getting with his little sister, the one he’d always wanted to protect since you were kids.

It was as if the fact that you and Noah were together could ruin your little family, the one you had created years ago.

And yet, none of that stopped you from sneaking down the hall each night, heart pounding as you tiptoed past closed doors, barely breathing until you reached Noah’s room. He always left the door ajar, just enough for you to slip inside and into the safety of his arms.

The nights were yours.

You traced the outlines of his tattoos, memorized the constellation of freckles across his skin. His breath tickled your ear when he whispered your name, his hands warm as they pulled you closer, as if he feared you might disappear if he let go. You ways fell asleep to the steady beat of his heart, wrapped in his warmth, in a love you could never acknowledge outside the four walls of his room.

But the mornings hurt.

Every sunrise meant slipping away before anyone could see, carefully lifting Noah’s arm from around your waist, ignoring the way he stirred at the loss of your warmth.

By day, you were just your brother’s little sister and helper of the band in terms of merch and tour organization. You sat through movie nights with the guys, careful to keep your distance even when Noah’s fingers found yours in the dark, squeezing once before reluctantly letting go. His shirts hung in your closet, worn only in the privacy of your room or during those stolen nights when they smelled like him.

He made you playlists, sent you songs he wrote, ones that carried pieces of your story within the lyrics, some that he couldn’t share with the fans or his band, some with a more hidden meaning. The first time you heard one, you knew without a doubt that it was about you. And when your eyes met his across a crowded room, his gaze already on you.

Sometimes, the guys joked about who Noah was texting, trying to snatch his phone like teenagers, and he would only laugh, shaking his head as if they were ridiculous. They had no idea the messages lighting up his screen were from you, sitting just a few feet away. They didn’t know you were the reason for the stupid grin on his face, the one he couldn’t quite hide.

You weren’t supposed to fall for him.

But you did.

Every night you went to his room, the house was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards beneath your feet. You held your breath with each step, your heart pounding in your chest like a drumbeat in a silent room. The hallways of the shared house were dim, moonlight filtering through the thin curtains, casting eerie shadows that danced with every soft gust of wind.

You paused just outside Noah’s door, the faint sliver of light spilling from the slight opening he always left for you. The door was always ajar, just enough for you to slip in without a sound. You pressed your palm against the wood and pushed it open, just a fraction more, enough to let you in. Inside, Noah was already lying on his bed, propped up against the headboard with his phone in his hands.

His long hair was a bit messy and he was wearing a big t-shit with a naruto character on it. There was something so inherently comforting about seeing him like this, so relaxed and at ease. That was the version of him you loved the most.

It wasn't that you didn't love seeing him on stage, under the spotlight, singing and screaming in front of the crowd while you took care of the merch stand, but what you saw now was the real Noah.

The Noah that the fans didn't see, the one that was just for you, the Noah you loved.

He looked up at the sound of the door, a soft smile but sleepy spreading across his face when he saw you. His eyes seemed to light up, a look of pure affection crossing his features. He put the phone aside, not caring about where its place was, and held out his hand to you.

"Hey,” you whispered, closing the door behind you with a careful hand. You took a few steps toward him, your heart racing even faster now, but for a different reason, you missed him more every day you couldn't spend with him.

"Hey,” Noah whispered back, his voice low and husky, carrying all the warmth you had come to cherish. His hand found yours, pulling you closer, until you were crawling into the bed beside him. He immediately wrapped his arm around you, drawing you into his chest. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your ear, soothing and familiar.

Every night was like this. Sneaking into his room when the world was asleep, finding solace in his arms. That was your safe place, he was your safe place, where everything felt right, where you could forget the fear of being discovered, if only for a few hours.

He didn’t say anything, just leaned in slowly, giving you enough time to pull away if you wanted to. But you didn’t. You leaned in, closing the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a tender kiss.

His lips were soft and warm against yours, moving slowly, as if savoring every second of contact. The kiss deepened, a sweet yet desperate need to feel closer to him, to make up for the moments spent apart. His hand came up to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing gently against your skin.

You could feel the warmth of his breath against your face, the steady beat of his heart as his lips moved against yours. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, not wanting to let go. You could taste the lingering hint of the coffee he must have had earlier, and it made you smile against his lips.

Noah’s hand slid down to your waist, anchoring you to him, his grip firm yet gentle. When you finally pulled away, breathless and a little dizzy, you rested your forehead against his, your noses brushing, a few strands of his long brown hair tickling your neck. The room was only filled with the soft sound of your breathing.

“I missed you,” Noah whispered, his voice barely more than a breath, his lips still so close that they brushed against yours as he spoke.

“I missed you too,” you murmured back, your hand gently caressing the back of his neck. He smiled softly, a smile meant only for you, and pressed a light, lingering kiss to your forehead. You could feel the love in his touch, in the way his lips lingered against your skin, as if trying to make the moment last forever.

“How was your day?” he asked softly, his breath warm against your hair.

“Good,” you murmured. “Better now.”

You looked up at him, and he was gazing down at you with such intensity that it made your breath catch. His hand moved to your cheek, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. You leaned into his touch, closing your eyes. His touch was always gentle, always tender.

“Wish we didn’t have to hide,” he said quietly, a hint of sadness in his voice. It was a sentiment he had expressed before, and one you felt just as strongly. You opened your eyes to meet his, the brown of his irises soft in the dim light.

“I know. But we have to."

He sighed, pulling you closer, his lips brushing the top of your head once again.

“I know,” he echoed, and you could feel the weight of his words, the heaviness that matched your own. You traced your fingers over his arm, feeling the smooth lines of his tattoos beneath your fingertips. You had memorized each one by now, the ink a familiar landscape that you found yourself returning to time and time again.

You knew every detail, every curve, every line. The two of you lay there in silence for a while, the quiet of the room filled only with the sounds of your breathing. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, the steady rhythm lulling you into a sense of peace.

But all too soon, after you fell asleep in his arms and spent the night there, the first light of dawn began to creep in through the window, and you knew it was time. Your heart ached as you gently lifted his arm from around your waist, moving slowly so as not to wake him. Just as you were about to slip out of bed, a soft whisper broke the silence.

“Don’t go.” You froze, your heart clenching at the plea in his voice. You turned back to look at him, his eyes still closed, but his brow furrowed as if he was dreaming. You moved a stand of hair out of his beautiful, sleepy face, then you leaned down, brushing your lips softly against his and leaving a little kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“I have to,” you whispered back, your voice barely audible. You wished you didn’t. You wished you could stay here, wrapped in his arms forever, but you knew the reality of your situation. You couldn’t risk it, not yet. Maybe one day.

You slipped out of the room as quietly as you had come, the door clicking softly behind you. The hallway was still and silent, the house still asleep.

You made your way back to your room, your steps slow, reluctant. Each step away from him felt like a weight in your chest, a distance you hated to put between you. Back in your room, you leaned against the door, closing your eyes.

The scent of his cologne lingered on your clothes, a comforting reminder of the moments you shared. You held onto that, as you climbed back into your bed, pulling the covers up around you.

Despite the fact that both of you suffered from keeping your relationship a secret, it was probably Noah who struggled the most. The weight of it pressed down on him every time he had to pretend there was nothing between you, every time he had to stop himself from reaching for you in front of others. The worst part was moments like this—when he wanted nothing more than to declare to the world that you were his, to make it clear that no one else had the right to even think about being with you. But he couldn’t.

Instead, he had to bite his tongue and watch from the sidelines, forcing himself to act indifferent when every fiber of his being burned with the need to protect what was his.

Noah wasn’t one for parties. He never had been. The loud music, the drunken conversations, the meaningless socializing—it all felt exhausting. He wasn’t even sure why he had come tonight. Maybe because Nicholas had insisted. Maybe because the whole band was there. Or maybe, and most likely, because of you. You were the only reason he was here, the only thing that made enduring nights like this worth it.

Even if he couldn’t be by your side the way he wanted to, even if he had to admire you from across the room instead of holding you close, it was enough just to be near you.

His eyes found you easily, like they always did. The outfit you had chosen hugged you perfectly, and even from a distance, you took his breath away. He knew he wasn’t the only one who had noticed. That thought alone made his jaw clench, his fingers tightening around the drink he didn’t even want. He hated the idea of other men looking at you the way only he should be allowed to.

The party was in full swing, the room buzzing with laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses. The dim lights and thumping bass created a haze that made it easy to lose yourself in the crowd.

You had been keeping an eye on Noah from across the room. He was chatting with Jolly and your brother, his smile coming and going as he listened to whatever story they were telling. Spending too much time alone with him at the party would be suspicious, you had decided before going.

You were near the bar, sipping your drink, when a guy who was clearly a little too drunk stumbled up to you. His walk was wobbly, his grin sloppy and overconfident.

“Hey there,” he slurred, leaning in too close, invading your personal space with a breath that reeked of alcohol. “Haven’t seen you around here before. You got a name, or can I just call you beautiful?”

You tried to laugh it off, taking a step back to create some distance, but he followed, closing the gap again, his expression turning from playful to something more insistent. You glanced around the room, hoping to catch someone’s eye, but everyone seemed lost in their own conversations.

“Come on, don’t be shy,” he persisted, his tone dropping to something more suggestive. “Let me buy you a drink or…something.”

Before you could muster a response, you saw Noah weaving through the crowd, his face set in a tense, protective scowl. Nicholas was right behind him, his brows furrowed as he noticed the guy cornering you. The sight of both of them approaching filled you with a mix of relief and worry. You knew Noah’s temper could flare up in situations like this, especially when it came to you.

Noah reached you first, stepping between you and the guy, his voice was steady but brimming with anger. “Enough,” he said, his tone leaving no room for argument. The drunk guy squinted at Noah, clearly annoyed by the interruption.

“What’s your problem, man? Who are you, her boyfriend or something?” Noah opened his mouth to respond, the word "yes" almost slipping out, but he hesitated, glancing over his shoulder at Nicholas.

He stood there, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation. His presence reminded Noah of the delicate balance you were trying to maintain, the secret you were trying to keep.

Noah’s jaw tightened, and he looked back at the guy, then at you, his eyes softening with frustration and regret. He wanted so badly to say he was your boyfriend, to claim you as his in front of everyone, but he couldn’t. Not with Nicholas right there, watching every move.

“No,” Noah finally said, his voice low and edged with pain. “I’m not her boyfriend.”

The guy smirked, seeming to take Noah’s words as a victory. “That’s what I thought,” he muttered, turning back to you. But before he could say anything else, Nicholas stepped forward, his face a mask of calm but with a sharp edge to his voice.

“Look, she’s not interested,” Nicholas said firmly, placing a protective hand on your shoulder. “I suggest you walk away before you embarrass yourself any more than you already have.”

The drunk guy blinked, clearly not expecting a second confrontation. He muttered something under his breath and staggered away, leaving you with both Noah and Nicholas. You could feel the tension radiating off Noah, his frustration palpable. Noah clenched his fists at his sides, his face a mix of anger and disappointment.

“I need some air,” he muttered, turning abruptly and heading toward the door.

You hesitated for a moment, then quickly excused yourself, following him outside.

The cool night air hit you as you stepped out, and you saw Noah a few paces away, leaning against the wall in the dark hallway next to the club, his head down, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.

“Noah,” you called softly, approaching him. He didn’t look up, but you could see the tension in his posture, the way his shoulders were hunched as if he was carrying a heavy weight. You reached out, gently touching his arm. “Noah, talk to me,” you urged. He finally looked up, his eyes filled with frustration and a deep sadness.

“I just… I hate this,” he admitted, his voice rough. “I hate that I can’t even say I’m your boyfriend, that I have to hide how I feel because of—”He trailed off, his gaze flicking back to the doorway where Nicholas had been. You stepped closer, your hand moving to his cheek, gently coaxing him to look at you. His skin was soft.

“I know this is hard,” you said softly, your voice steady but filled with empathy. “But you’re still here for me, Noah. Even if we can’t tell anyone yet, that doesn’t change how much I care.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath as if trying to calm himself. When he opened them again, there was a softness there, a vulnerability that made your heart ache.

“I just want to be able to protect you,” he whispered, his hand coming up to cover yours on his cheek. “To be there for you. Without hiding.”

“You are there for me,” you whispered. “Always. And I’m here for you, too.”

He sighed, his breath warm against your lips as he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a soft, tender kiss. It was filled with all the unspoken words, the emotions he couldn’t express in front of your brother, the love he felt so deeply but had to keep hidden. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, as if he was afraid to let go.

“Thank you.” He whispered, then.

"For what?" You asked.

"For being mine. Even if they don't know."

You smiled softly, your hand moving to the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair. “Always,” you promised, sealing your words with another gentle kiss, feeling the warmth of his arms around you.

You stayed like that for a while, the party almost forgotten.

But reality had a way of creeping back in. You both knew you couldn’t stay out here forever. With a reluctant sigh, Noah finally pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his fingers brushing along your jawline, memorizing the feel of you like he always did before you had to go your separate ways.

“We should head back before someone comes looking for us” you murmured, though neither of you moved.

Noah exhaled, pressing one last lingering kiss to your forehead. “Yeah,” he agreed, but the longing in his eyes betrayed him.

Hand in hand, you walked back toward the party, but just before stepping inside, Noah gave your fingers a final squeeze before reluctantly letting go. The second you crossed the threshold, it was like nothing had happened—like you were just Nicholas’s little sister, and he was just his best friend. But as you stole one last glance at him across the room, his eyes were already on you.

Every moment was an opportunity to steal a little more time together.

It didn’t matter how brief it was—every extra second he could spend with you was pure gold.

The streetlights outside the car flickered dimly, casting a soft, golden glow over the dashboard, while the faint hum of late-night traffic in the distance created a quiet, serene atmosphere.

When you had announced that you were going to visit a friend that afternoon and would return late at night, Noah had immediately offered to give you a ride. Anything for his best friend’s little sister, right?

You had to suppress a laugh when he did that—you both knew this would turn into making out in the parking lot of a gas station at two in the morning.

The world outside felt distant, and in his the car, it was just you and Noah for the first time in a couple of days. Noah’s hand had rested on your thigh, his touch light but steady, while his other hand had cupped your cheek as he pulled you in, against his bare chest, for another kiss.

Each kiss was slow, deliberate, as though he was savoring every second you could steal together. His lips were warm against yours, soft yet firm, moving with a gentle certainty that sent warmth flooding through your veins.

You pulled away slightly, resting your forehead against his as your breaths mingled in the tiny space between you. Noah had chuckled softly, his thumb tracing lazy circles over your cheek, and you couldn't help but smile in return. God, you loved the sound of his laugh.

There was something about those quiet moments that made them feel even more precious. You knew you shouldn’t do doing this—sneaking out late at night, stealing kisses in darkened rooms or cars—but it was hard to stop when being with Noah felt so right.

His eyes flickered with something tender, his gaze holding yours in the dim light of the car. The soft glow from the streetlamp outside caught the outlines of his features, highlighting the sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his lips, swollen from kissing you. His hair was all messy, and his brown eyes soft, almost hazy with affection.

You had leaned in to press a kiss to the side of his mouth, then another on his cheek. “It’s getting late,” you murmured quietly. “You think it’s time to go back home? I don’t want the guys to start suspecting something.”

“We’ll tell them you were still chatting with your friend. I don’t want this to end yet. Please. I need you for a little longer.”

You smiled at his words, your heart swelling in your chest. It was moments like those that made everything worth it: the sneaking around, the secret glances, the hidden touches when no one was looking.

All of it was worth it, just for the way he looked at you then, like you were the only thing that had mattered. You traced a finger along the lines of one of his tattoos on his chest, watching as goosebumps rise on his skin.

“Okay. Five more minutes, mh?”

He hummed in agreement, his hand slipping up to tangle in your hair as he had pulled you in for another kiss. That one was slower, deeper, as though he had been trying to commit every detail of you to memory. When you pulled away, your lips brushed his one more time, and you felt his breath on your skin, warm and comforting.

You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. Minutes passed in comfortable silence, the only sounds being the quiet hum of the car’s engine and the occasional faint honk from distant traffic. You closed your eyes, allowing yourself to simply exist in that moment with him.

Then, with a soft thud, something fell onto the floor of the car, pulling you from your peaceful state. You glanced down and noticed Noah’s wallet lying on the ground between your feet. You bent down to pick it up, handing it back to him, but as you did so, a small photograph peeked out from one of the folds.

Curiosity piqued, you gently pulled it out, and what you saw had made your heart stop for a moment.

It was a picture of you and Noah, one that you barely remembered taking. The two of you were nestled close, his arm around you while you had grinned up at him with so much joy in your eyes. His lips were pressed to your temple, and though the picture was slightly blurry, the emotion in it was crystal clear. It was so intimate, so raw—like a little snapshot of your love, captured in one fleeting moment.

“Noah?” you asked softly, turning the picture around to show him. His eyes widened slightly when he saw it, and a faint blush crept up his cheeks.

“I, uh… I wanted to make it my wallpaper at first,” he admitted quietly, letting out a sheepish chuckle. “But, you know… with your brother and the guys, I couldn’t. I didn’t want to risk anyone seeing it. So… I printed it out and kept it in my wallet instead. That way, I can have it with me, even if no one else knows.”

Your heart swelled at his confession, warmth flooding your chest. He kept that picture close to him, hidden away but still with him at all times, like a little secret he could carry wherever he went. You felt your throat tighten, your eyes stinging slightly, but you didn't shed a tear. Instead, you smiled, wide and soft, and before you knew it, you were pressing kisses all over his face—his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, anywhere your lips could reach.

“Noah, you’re… you’re the cutest,” you whispered between kisses, and he laughed softly under your touch, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.

“Hey, now,” he said, grinning up at you like you were smiling at him in the picture. “You’re gonna make me blush.”

You giggled knowing he was already blushing even if you couldn't see it in the dark, pressing one last kiss to his lips before pulling back to look at him.

“I’m serious. You’re—you—God. I love you so much.”

His gaze softened, and he reached up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch gentle.

“I love you more,” he murmured, his voice low and sincere.

You rested your head against his chest once more, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

And no matter how complicated things could get, no matter how long you had to keep the secret, it was all worth it. Because you had Noah, and he had you.

“Five more minutes?” he asked.

“Five more minutes.”

You had never really thought that you and Noah would ever have a real, proper first date.

But one night, it just happened.

The house was blanketed in silence. Each breath you took seemed loud in the stillness, a sound you could have sworn echoed down the hallway as you cracked open your bedroom door.

You glanced out into the darkened corridor, heart pounding. The faint sound of snoring came from one of the rooms, and you held your breath, listening. Everything seemed peaceful — no footsteps, no hushed whispers, no lights turning on.

The guys were fast asleep. You sighed in relief.

It was the same routine every night. You waited for your brother and his bandmates to finally crash after a long day of rehearsals or hanging out.

Then, when you were sure they wouldn’t stir, you got ready to sneak out. You knew the path by heart now — how to step around the creaky floorboards, how to push Noah’s door just enough so it wouldn’t squeak when you slipped inside.

So, you tiptoed down the hall, heart thudding like always as you approached Noah’s door. It was cracked open, just like always, a faint glow from his phone spilling into the hallway, inviting you in. You pushed the door open a little more, slipping inside and gently shutting it behind you.

Noah looked up from his laptop, a soft, tired smile spreading across his face as soon as he saw you. He was sitting on his bed, legs crossed, wearing a simple black t-shirt and sweatpants. His dark hair was tousled, his tattoos barely visible in the dim light, but he still took your breath away.

“You’re late,” he teased in a whisper, though his tone was playful rather than annoyed.

You rolled your eyes, moving to sit on the edge of the bed beside him. “I had to make sure everyone was actually asleep this time. You know how much of a light sleeper Nick is.”

You leaned into him, resting your head against his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. For a few moments, neither of you spoke. The silence was comforting.

Then when you looked up, silently, he leaned closer, his eyes briefly darting to your lips before he closed the gap between you. His hand gently cupped your cheek, pulling you slightly closer with a gentle touch.

“I’ve been thinking,” Noah whispered, his lips brushing yours.

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him. “About what?”

He smirked, his hand trailing down your arm until his fingers interlocked with yours. “I want to take you out. Like, out out. Not just sneaking around in our rooms.”

“But we can’t. Someone might see us. You know.”

Noah’s smile softened, a hint of determination in his eyes. “It’s two in the morning. Everyone’s asleep. No one’s going to see us. And I'm not famous enough to be recognized walking around in the middle of the night.”

"Oh, you mean like... right now."

"I mean right now." He chuckled.

He was right. The idea of sneaking out into the quiet night, of walking beside him without having to hide — even if it was just for a little while — was too tempting to resist.

“Okay,” you whispered, a smile tugging at your lips. “Let’s do it.”

Noah grinned, his eyes lighting up with excitement as he jumped up from the bed, grabbing a hoodie and tossing it on. “We’ll be quick. Just a walk around here.”

You chuckled, standing and pulling one of his oversized hoodies over your own clothes, it smelled like him; comforting, familiar.

With one last glance toward the hallway to make sure no one was stirring, you laced your fingers with Noah’s and followed him out of the room, both of you moving as quietly as possible. You slipped down the stairs, tiptoeing past your brother’s room, both of you holding your breath until you reached the front door.

Once outside, the cool night air hit you, and you let out a breath of relief. Noah closed the door behind you, his shoulders relaxing now that you were out in the open.

“This is crazy.” you whispered, a soft laugh escaping your lips as you looked at him.

Noah laughed softly, pulling you closer.

You leaned into him as the two of you began walking down the quiet street. The city was calm, almost eerily so, with only the occasional flickering streetlight or distant sound of traffic. It was like the world had paused, and for a moment, it felt like it was just you and Noah — no secrets, no one to hide from.

His arm slipped around your shoulders, pulling you against his side as you walked. You tilted your head up, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, taking in the way his jawline was illuminated by the dim streetlights, how the faintest trace of a smile played on his lips.

You’d spent so many nights like this with him, but this time felt different. It felt freer.

“I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” you whispered, squeezing his hand a little tighter.

Noah glanced down at you, his eyes soft. “I’m glad we are.”

You walked together in silence for a while, enjoying the stillness of the night. Eventually, you stumbled upon a small ice cream shop, its neon sign buzzing softly in the darkness. You looked up at Noah, raising an eyebrow.

“You want ice cream? At two in the morning?” He asked.

“Why not? Ice cream’s good anytime.”

Laughing, he followed you into the shop. It was completely empty, just as you’d expected, and you both ordered your favorite flavors, sitting down on a bench outside to enjoy the cool night air.

As you ate, Noah kept stealing bites of your ice cream, making you giggle every time he did. It felt so normal, so simple — just two people on a date.

When you finished, Noah leaned in, his face inches from yours. His gaze softened, and before you could say anything, his lips met yours in a gentle kiss.

He tasted like vanilla.

“I wish we didn’t have to hide this,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost pained.

You closed your eyes, your chest tightening. “Me too.”

Eventually, the night began to wear on, and you knew you had to head back before anyone woke up. The walk home was quiet, both of you holding onto the fleeting moments of freedom as long as you could.

Once back inside the house, you slipped into your separate rooms without a word. Noah gave your hand one last squeeze before he disappeared into his room, leaving you to sneak back to yours. You climbed into bed, pulling one of his shirts around you, inhaling his scent as your heart ached with the desire to stay by his side.

The next morning came too soon, the sunlight creeping through the blinds. As the house began to wake up, you felt the familiar weight of your secret settle back on your shoulders.

But when you caught Noah’s eye over breakfast, and he gave you that small, knowing smile, you knew it was worth it.

What you didn't know was that someone in the house, the night before, around half past three, heard a noise coming from the garden and, looking through the curtains of his room, saw two figures holding hands enter.

"I fucking knew it." He had whispered before getting back into his bed.

You both thought you had done a good job keeping your relationship a secret, never suspecting that someone so close had known about it for months.

The dressing room you were in was dimly lit, quiet except for the low hum of the crowd outside as you were enjoying the pre-show silence, waiting for Noah.

You leaned against a wall, knowing he would pop in at any second before going out. It was almost ritual, by now, even if there was always a degree of risk.

The door opened without noise, and you smiled at the sight of him.

Noah's brown eyes caught your gaze. He said nothing; he merely came to you, his arms slipping about your waist as if that was the place where they belonged.

"Hey," he whispered, bending to press a soft kiss against your lips, the light brush sending warmth spreading through your chest.

"Hey," you whispered back, your fingers tracing down the fabric of his jacket as you drew him in a little closer.

"How're you feeling?" Noah asked low, like forgetting that he was the one who was about to perform in front of hundreds of people and not you, tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His eyes were tender, the kind to make you forget you were in a room where anyone could walk in.

"Good," you said, being truthful-a small smile tugging at your lips. "Better now that you're here."

It was always the same answer. Because it was true.

He smiled, one of those smiles that skipped a beat in your heart. "I needed this before going out there."

You leaned up to kiss him again. His hand was against your back, tugging you closer, deepening the kiss enough to remind you just how much you both craved these brief moments alone.

But just as you pulled back, still feeling the warmth of his breath against your lips, you heard a slight noise from behind.

Both of you turned, and your heart dropped when you saw Jolly standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and an amused look on his face. Your stomach twisted.

You took a half-step backward, but Noah didn't budge; his arm remained around your waist. Neither one of you panicked. As a matter of fact, there was some sort of silent exchange of looks between you both, each of you waiting for the other's reaction to see how Jolly would take it.

"Man, look I-" Noah started, but Jolly waved his hand, a smile breaking across his features.

"Relax," he said lightly. "You don't have to explain anything. I've known for a while now."

You and Noah stared in surprise. "You... have?"

Jolly snorted, taking a further step into the room. "Yeah, I'm not blind. I have seen you sneaking around. And the way you two act with each other? I mean, it's not that hard, really, to figure out."

You exchanged a quick look with Noah; a slow smile pulled the corner of his lips down, part relief, part amusement. "Guess we weren't as subtle as we thought."

"Not even close," Jolly snickered, "but I don't care. Honestly, I've just been waiting for one of you to say something."

You relaxed completely now, a soft laugh escaping your lips. "You didn't think that it was weird? I mean, me and Noah? Nick thinks he is like... a brother to me too."

Jolly shrugged, his expression softening. "Nah. You're both adults. If this makes you happy, then what's the problem? You're not doing anything wrong."

Noah exhaled too, relieved. "You don't think he'd freak out?"

Jolly cocked his head, considering a moment. "Nick might be a bit surprised initially, sure. But he's not going to freak out. You're his sister, Noah's his best friend. If anything, he might actually be relieved it's you two-people he trusts."

That was something you hadn't considered. You'd always wished Nick would react badly, but Jolly's words showed you another perspective. "So. You think he wouldn't mind?"

"I think," Jolly said with a grin once more, "he's gonna be okay. He maybe just needs a day or two to get used to it, but he's not gonna blow up over this."

Noah chuckled softly and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. "Well, thanks, man. We didn't want to cause any drama."

Jolly shook his head. "There's no drama." He said before turning back toward the door. "I'll leave you two alone. But don't take too long, they're waiting for you out there."

The air was lighter in the room with the door clicked shut behind him. Noah let loose a deep breath, and you couldn't but burst out in laughter with such an overwhelming feeling of relief. "Well, that went better than expected."

Noah grinned, pulling you back into his arms. "No kidding. I thought we were busted."

"Turns out we've been busted for a while," you teased, leaning your head against his chest.

"Yeah, well, I'm just glad he's cool with it." He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, his hands resting lightly on your waist. "Maybe we won't have to sneak around anymore soon."

You smiled, lifting your head to look up at him. "Mh. Maybe."

Noah leaned down and his lips captured yours in a long, slow kiss. It felt right, like finally some of the weight of hiding was lifting. As he pulled back, his thumb brushed your cheek light, his eyes filled with the warmth you'd grown to love.

"You need to go, rockstar. Or someone is really gonna get mad at you this time." You said moving a strand of his long hair away from his face.

"I know." He smiled, leaned in, and kissed you once more.

"Noah. You. Need. To. Go. Now." You tried to say. "And I need to go too. Your band merch won't sell itself. And I bet you want money to spend on your pretty tattoos."

"Okay, okay." He chuckled. "If someone hits on you, tell them your boyfriend is on stage."

You rolled your eyes. "You know I can't."

Noah sighed. "I know."

It had been a couple of weeks since Jolly found out that you and Noah were together. He promised not to tell anyone and he kept his promise.

The house was quiet as you lie in bed, staring at the ceiling. The soft hum of the voices coming from the TV still on in the livingroom was the only sound breaking the silence.

Outside your window, the stars were shining brightly in the deep night sky and the light filtering through the curtains was softly illuminating your bedroom.

Your phone buzzed on your nightstand, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You reached over quickly, hoping it was him. Knowing it was him.

Noah: I’ve been waiting for this all day

Noah: But Nicholas is still watching that damn movie.

Noah: If he doesn’t wrap it up soon, I’m gonna lose it.

You looked at his texts as a little sigh left your lips.

You: I know. I can’t even leave my room if he is still there.

You: It’s like he’s never gonna go to sleep.

Noah: Yeah, he’s definitely watching some crazy long documentary or whatever.

Noah: I bet we’re gonna be up til morning.

You rolled your eyes, imagining Nicholas sitting there with that seriousness of his. There was nothing that man loved more than a random documentary, sometimes.

You: That's so annoying.

For a moment, your phone didn't lit up with a new text from Noah, and you already knew he was thinking about something.

Noah: You think you can get out of your room from your window?

You froze. Did he just suggest what you think he suggested?

You: Have you gone crazy? You know that’s not a good idea. It’s like 2 AM and Nick is fucking awake.

You could almost picture him grinning in his room as he texted you.

Noah: It’s the first floor. Just a little jump.

Noah: I’ll be here to catch you, don't worry. Give me 10 minutes.

You stared at your phone screen for a moment, unsure whether to laugh or scold him.

You: This is a terrible idea. What if someone hears something? What if they realize one of us is not home anymore?

Noah: Trust me. I’ve got this, it's not different than sneaking into my room.

Noah: You’ll be fine. Just get ready.

Reluctantly, you placed your phone back on the bed and moved to the window. You cracked it open a few inches, peering into the night. You could see the glow of the porch lights shining on the grass below, but there was no sign of Noah. You waited for a couple of minutes more.

A moment later, Noah was standing there, his hands tucked into the pockets of his oversized hoodie, the hood pulled low enough to hide his hair. He immediately smiled at you like a kid.

“What the hell are you doing, Noah?” you whispered, trying to keep your voice steady as you leaned out just a bit further.

Noah looked up at you. “I expected a "oh Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?" Not a "What the hell are you doing, Noah?""

"Dumbass."

"But you love me. And I love you too. And I wanted to see you.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the soft smile that tugs at your lips. “Yeah, yeah,” you muttered, though the words came out more fond than annoyed.

Noah’s grin widened. “And I know you wanted to see me too. So here I am. Let's go.”

You chuckled softly, glancing down at the ground. He was right—it was the first floor. You could definitely jump without breaking anything.

"Why can't you just come inside now?"

"I liked our last "date", walking around and holding your hand like we are not hiding anymore. Even if it lasts only like an hour."

With a deep breath, you pushed yourself away from the window and quickly put on your coat.

Then, you took his hand, feeling the familiar spark of his touch that always both sendt your heart racing and calmed you down, and he helped you down onto the grass. The air was cool, but not too cold.

When he kissed you, for a brief moment, you let yourself forget the dangers, forget the secrets you were keeping, and just breathed in the fresh air before losing yourself in the taste of his mouth.

You both started walking down the street, side by side. It was quiet at that hour, with only the distant hum of streetlights and the occasional rustle of leaves in the trees. You couldn’t hold his hand like that during the day, couldn’t show him affection without worrying about someone seeing. But there, in the night, you were free.

The walk was slow, peaceful. You didn’t need to speak; just being together was enough.

You pointed to a group of stars in the sky, and Noah, pretending to know the constellations, started making up their names, causing you to burst out laughing.

“That one,” he said confidently, pointing to a cluster of stars, “is the Mighty Squirrel. It represents bravery and an undying love for acorns.”

You snorted. “Oh, of course. And what about that one?”

He followed your finger and nodded solemnly. “That’s the Sleeping Dragon. It only wakes up when there’s a solar eclipse.”

You giggled, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“That,” he said with exaggerated seriousness, “is the Ice Cream Cone. A sacred constellation said to bring good luck to those who eat dessert before dinner.”

You burst into laughter. “You are the worst stargazer ever.”

Then, out of nowhere, a small, scruffy cat darted across the road, stopping near a mailbox. Noah’s eyes lit up in amusement, and he immediately dropped to one knee, his smile softening.

“Oh my god,” he said, practically cooing. “Look at this little guy.” His voice dropped to a teasing whisper as he held out a hand to the cat. “You are the cutest thing I’ve ever seen, aren’t you?”

“Hey!”

“You are the cutest thing I’ve ever seen after my girlfriend, aren’t you?” he corrected himself.

You laughed, bending down beside him to join in. The cat didn’t seem to mind the attention, rubbing against Noah’s hand with a soft purr.

You both chuckled. It was so silly, so simple, and in that moment, it felt like you were just two people enjoying a night under the stars, not two people hiding your love.

Eventually, you both stood up, saying goodbye to the cat, and Noah put his arm around your shoulders, starting to walk back home, keeping your hand in his the whole time.

When you reached your window, Noah helped you back inside. He leaned up against the ledge, his face so close to yours that your heart nearly stopped. You could smell the faint trace of his cologne mixed with the night air, and you felt like you could stay in that moment forever.

“Goodnight,” he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips as you leaned down the window one last time.

You smiled, feeling warmth spread through you as you gently pulled back. “Goodnight.”

“See you tomorrow,” he said, his voice lingering with the promise of another secret meeting.

“Yeah,” you whispered back, smiling as you watched him retreat to his own window.

That was your second date outside. You were almost getting used to it.

And you loved it.

The day after, you found out that while your brother was watching the whole extended version of The Lord of the Rings, he noticed that Noah had left his airpods on the coffee table in the living room.

And when he suggested bringing them to Noah’s room to avoid him thinking he had lost them outside like last time, Jolly insisted there was no need.

He was probably already asleep.

You definitely owed Jolly a big favor.

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[yuri-is-online]

Hello hello! Anon here. First of all, congratulations on getting accepted for your courses! Don't worry about trying to balance work and the blog, we will always be here waiting for you. Second of all, your whole Yutu AU has been really fascinating to look through. (Though that may be because of my bias toward Fire Emblem Awakening, as it was what got me into the series) Sorry for the incoming wall of text, but it's been giving me THOUGHTS.

So imagine this: whoever Yutu's dad is (I'll pick Azul for this example because I headcannon his English voice somewhere between Matt Mercer's Chrom and Olivert from The Legend of Heroes games) finds out who Yutu really is. You remember that cutscene after Chapter 13 in Awakening, with the Lucina reveal and Chrom has this: "You deserved better than a sword and a world full of troubles. I'm sorry."? Imagine Yutu hearing something like that: the acknowledgement of everything he's gone through, the pain of knowing his dad couldn't do anything and can't do anything more than offer words, and the reality that it might now be really possible to change the future? I imagine Azul breaking down after hearing all that because the last thing he wants to do is hurt Yuu or his son after everything he's been through. Oh goodness, the two of them both need hugs.

Second: did Crowley tip off the Magic Marshalls (because I think he would) and force Yuu to take the blame for his negligence (because he absolutely would)? Now imagine Yutu finding this out and telling his dad. Now his dad knows Crowley is a cheapskate who fobs his work onto everyone else without a second thought. And now he's responsible for having Yuu taken away and starting all this? Knowing the boys and how far they would go for Yuu I'd imagine they don't take that well. In other words, to slightly alter a quote from Regina in Once Upon A Time: "I guess killing a crow suddenly made the top of my to-do list."

Sorry for the wall of text but that's been rattling around in my head for a few days (so make of it all what you will). Hope you're doing well and looking forward to what's next!

-The anon who loves Riddle & Azul

AHHHHH (i feel like I always take forever to answer your asks I am sosososososososososo sorry, this one just drove me crazy in a good good way)

Listen fire emblem awakening was my entire personality for like all of middle school.  The only thing i wanted to talk about was chrobin.  I celebrated Morgan and Lucina's birthdays by drawing them. I think I still have a Cherche x Libra fan art thing I drew on some sheet of paper somewhere in my things because I was SO MAD that no one shipped them and I couldn't find fan art of them anywhere and I just oooooooooooh.  THE WAY CHROM GETS A NEW CRIT LINE ABOUT HOW ANYTHING CAN CHANGE AFTER THE REVEAL???? BECAUSE OF HOW DETERMINED HE IS TO KEEP THAT PROMISE AND GIVE LUCINA A BETTER WORLD???? i just cant be normal about them i am so sorry.  R+A annon I love you, I love you so much for this you made my entire month and possibly my year.  Awakening is also what got me into the series and made me so many friends I just love her so much.  She's an icon and I hope she gets remastered with Sumia either deleted or with a fucking personality.

I should probably sit down and actually write a timeline for myself of events, but since I am free to lean in to the fire emblem pacing, I want to say that monsters from Yutu's timeline start showing up (similar to how the Risen do in Awakening) in the past and stirring up trouble, which leads to an event where Yutu panics and forgets himself in his desperation to protect his dad.  The main way the future kids always proved themselves was by showing their mother's wedding ring, but Yutu doesn't have that so really it's just up to his dad to see someone who looks like him and Yuu blended together, supposedly from Yuu's world using magic and above all else crying out and driving up his own blot levels to protect him calling him dad. For Azul! Yutu it's especially painful, he feels like he already knows what his dad is going to say. That he's disappointed in him. That he has no idea how they could possibly be related. That he hopes in this future he turns out to be different. But that's not what happens.

Before Azul overblotted he was quiet. There's a similar quiet over him now, a similar look of tense surprise, but Yutu- no- his child doesn't know that. His child is looking at him in fear, in worry for his reaction or his safety he doesn't know but he knows the way those tears start to form. Azul knows the quiver of the lip and the shriek, of all the things he could have passed on to such a treasure.

"You deserved better from me." Because it's true. He might think of himself as a work in progress but he still thinks he has quality; he would have done research, read every book he could get his hands on, taken classes, anything he would need to do to be a good father, a worthy partner. Anything. "You deserved to have the world within your grasp, not whatever shadow of a future and a father I left you with. I am so sorry." He does not expect Yutu to grab him and hold him like he's still somehow worthy of his love, but Azul can't fight the urge to grab back, to stroke his son's hair and let the tears fall on his suit without any care at all. I'm here. It's ok, daddy's here, daddy's got you, he won't let anything happen to you.

As for your second question, I did not really write Crowley like that no. It was more like he was the first person mysteriously arrested after the Magical Marshall's decided to finally do their job. I was writing it like they wanted to ship Yuu away to cover up for their own incompetence in preventing seven overblots instead of properly investigating what might have caused that. He's not completely innocent though, so yes. The boys do not take it well at all. And please do not apologize for sending in your thoughts, I am so so slow but I love hearing from you.

[wintrwinchestr]

checking in/where i've been

some personal rambling and life updates below the cut

so um hi. it hasn't really been that long since i've posted any drawing or writing but it feels that way to me. and i've been thinking for the past couple of days about making a post like this so here i am doing it now. i just thought i'd give a little explanation for where i've been and where i'm at.

i don't know if anyone noticed but i did turn my ask box off last month. after i posted my christmas joel drawing i got a handful of rude and accusatory anons about him in my inbox. i didn't respond or draw any attention to it but i still decided to turn off anon asks and then turn off my asks altogether so i could have some peace of mind. i also realized that turning off my asks would stop the "do you plan on continuing __?" and "when do you plan on posting more __?" type of questions, which also has given me more peace of mind lately. i appreciate that anyone has any interest or enthusiasm for my writing at all, but i just haven't had the answers to those questions lately.

my job has been chaotic for basically the entire two+ years i've had it, but it's been especially hard honestly kind of going all the way back to late last summer/early fall. drawing and writing used to be my escape from it at the end of the day, but lately my 9-5:30 has been more like 9-7:30/8:00, and i think i've worked every weekend of 2025 so far. i plan on working this weekend too. so needless to say, my job kind of sucks the soul out of me, and it's been worse than usual in recent months. every day i would go to work looking forward to at least being able to draw or write a little bit when i got home, and then that would end up never happening because i would get back home too late and have to go to bed before i knew it so i could do it all again the next day. there have been nights when i just broke down sobbing because of this job and truly felt like i was losing my mind. so i just decided i would take a break from creating for a while, because at least i wouldn't have to be disappointed and crying every night that i was too tired or didn't have enough time to continue doing the things that bring me joy.

"why don't you just quit or find another job?" you might ask. i was applying to jobs for a little while without hearing anything back, and then... i got promoted last week. so... maybe it's selfish and capitalist of me to say, but i think i'm just going to try and ride it out for at least a few more months while my new paycheck hits my account and not try to hit the road the second they actually give me the promotion i've been hoping to get for the past several months. sure, i hate staying at the office 2/2.5 hours past when i'm supposed to leave every night, and i haven't had a single work-free weekend in recent memory, but at least it's a little more worth it now. i'll deal with the stress and panic and crying as it comes.

i was also pretty addicted to tik tok until it got banned for all of about 19 hours, and i decided to take the opportunity to break my addiction and delete it from my phone altogether. i've decided to pick up reading books again, something i knew i should probably be doing but haven't really for the past couple of years, and i've been really enjoying it. even when i come home at the end of a long day and just don't have it in me to create anything, i can at least find half an hour to read a little bit instead of being sad and scrolling on my phone, and that's been helping me feel a little better.

so i guess what i'm trying to say with all this is that i don't know when i'll have a drawing to share again. i don't know when i'll be able to continue either of the series that you all have given me so much support on. i'm thinking about them almost every day, but... their stories will have to wait until my life is a little more stable. and i don't know when that will be. i'm more or less taking a break and allowing myself to not feel guilty about that.

i'm just trying to take everything one day at a time and keep as much of my sanity intact as possible. thanks for reading if you made it this far. i will leave you with one of the quotes that's been keeping me going recently.

"'Cause I didn't feel like there was kind of any moment past that moment. But there was, there was"

[meraki-yao]

RWRB Script: Meraki Thoughts and Notes, ACT I

...Remember when I said if we don't get something new I'll reach the phase where I dissect the movie frame to frame?

Yeah so I did decide to annotate the bloody script I am that obsessed, will put this into either two parts or three parts, this is from the start to Paris

Highlight:

Red: Deleted Scenes

Yellow: Different from the movie

Blue: Fun/Interesting Movement Descriptions

Green: Extra Information of character/set

Right off the bat, we have a deleted scene

I need someone to enlighten me about these markings: what do the numbers and letters mean? I searched online and it said that numbers means a scene, but what counts as one scene? And what is the letter then?

Again, three more deleted scenes, what the fuck. And why is the first one labelled 1? Was the movie originally supposed to start there before they added the receiving line in re-shoots?

Henry was shaking a person's hand when Alex comes up to him in the movie

TRIES TO LICK IT???? ALEX THE FUCK

Also note how the frosting thing is before "tell me something" here but after that line in the movie: In the movie, Henry didn't not see any of the frosting shenanigans since he turned away to greet someone else. The script doesn't state what Henry's doing while Alex fucks up

Two more deleted scenes!!! One of which should be Aneesh's favourite scene to film where Alex asks her how much trouble does she think he's in

Canonical Zahra and Ellen age

Ellen staring at Alex was not in the final cut, we go from the credits directly to Ellen's line. Also the "killing him" is sort of a book reference: P28 Ellen: "all I want is to have the CIA fake your death and ride the dead-kid sympathy into a second term"

TWO MORE DELETED SCENES WHAT THE FUCK

ANOTHER ONE

Ah so that's why Taylor's post of him in "Kensington Gardens" captioned “IT'S ALL LUSHHH”

Huh, he's awed

Nick improvised Henry's "Both" line

Clench teeth not that visible in the actual scene but we get the message

"Juicy photo" what the fuck

"This won't be fun" about that Alex....

Two more, one of which is the Cornetto scene, what's the other one?

Obviously we did not get this line about the outlets in the movie, but also ??? Do American outlets not have lights? Is he talking about this thing? (the red part is a light)

Henry you're enjoying yourself aren't you

ANOTHER ONE

Well this is a mess

"Essentially Spooning" WHAT

I feel like "isn't entirely unsexy" is from the book but I can't remember???

"The most shit-eating of grins"

He didn't wave, he did the V hands. That was probably Taylor lol

Canonical Oscar Age! So both Oscar and Ellen are 55, let's say movie Alex is 25 then Jesus Christ he's right they were babies when they had Alex

ANOTHER ONE I'M SOBBING AT HOW MANY AT THIS POINT

Firstprince Book list!!!

So this is the opposite in the movie: Henry was the one to turn around and face up instead of Alex, Alex was staring at imaginary Henry the whole time until he went to press "hang up" on his phone, on his other side

what the fuck 😭

Canon Percy Age: 24!

He was in fact wearing a white blazer with black swirls (I really liked that outfit).

"Percy is just as impressive as his clothes" HELL YEAH

"coppery-mustard"

"knowing smirk" the fuck

POST WALLFLOWER LMFAO

"dancing his ass off" love your word choice Matthew

"subtly bops to the music" yup, somehow think that applied to Nick at parties too

Aww Alex finds it "ridiculously endearing"

"even sexier midnight kiss" lmfao

"crestfallen" awww nooo Henry bbg :(

"Everyone's hands are on him, wanting a piece of ACD"... huh.

WHAT IS IT NOW

"They look so right together"

"panic growing in his chest, genuine fear crossing his face" HENRY　😭

"utterly gobsmacked" again, interesting choice of words, but accurate

TWO MORE WHAT THE FUCK

Alex was not on the floor, he was stretching against the sofa, I feel like that's a Taylor thing, but also he needs to see the TV on the wall

AGAIN????? MATTHEW!!!!

"Young James Bond" YUP

"entranced by Henry"

THREE???? ARE YOU KIDDING ME????

"trying out the perfect suave and sophisticated pose to greet Henry" ends up just standing straight

Can you fucking imagine the table read and Matthew saying "and THEY GO AT IT BABY"

"raw and aggressive and hot -- like they're trying to eat each other"

Note that the movement description didn't mention lifting Henry on the table or Alex hitching his thigh up, so that was designed on set

THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A CLOSE-UP????

“Gently” are we sure about that

"the bluest balls on the planet" lmfao

WHAT COULD POSSIBLY BE DELETED HERE OH MY GOD

"utterly devasting" yup

Okay there's a lot of differences here: Henry doesn't close the door, Alex grabs Henry's waist not vice verse, Henry kissed down his neck and chest after this dialogue and they tumble over the sofa, but also how to you expect him to kiss Alex's chest while simultaneously unbuttoning his shirt when they're both verticle

"J Crew finest" straight from the book

"The power of his thighs", "his arse bouncing hard in the saddle"

"who has never been so jealous of a saddle" OH MY GOD PFFTTT

I guess 55 is the extended polo scene with Bea and Pez

"attack each other" "pawing"

"Alex can't decide where to put his hands because he wants to put them everywhere at once" Istg this is a book line but I can't find it at the moment, will update when I do

YANKS in all caps

"Their meals are gone" So the photos from Matthew's BTS post where they had their meals was before this scene? But there isn't a deleted scene before or after the Paris cafe scene in the script?

Henry is charmed, huh

"whistles in amazement"

HE WAS SUPPOSED TO WINK?

Alex didn't laugh, we start the hotel scene with his back to the camera

"Henry wraps his arms around him" ... sorta? But in the movie it's Alex's shoulders

"on Henry's chest" okay yeah so this was for short Alex, TZP would have to contort himself to do that

In the movie we only see Henry undressing

(Dammit two more images but I reached the posting limit, hang on)

[chronicsyd]

so I WAS going to post another long winded rant about Disney's Wish (I'll post that later) but Arcane decided to post another 30 second Teaser for us; and announcing the Trailer (yes, FULL Trailer AHHH! *ahem* sorry) is going to be releasing on September 5th! But let's get into what they showed us in this little teaser shall we? (go check out the teaser first it's only like 30 seconds and as usual, leaks will be blocked and deleted)

With this one frame they've already showed us several things. they've confirmed everything that was talked about Vi at the Annecy festival (some people were kinda skeptical if this was something that was legitimate for a while, myself included), and they've confirmed for me that Vi and Caitlyn are going their own ways at the beginning of the season (for a little while, at least). Vi tries to figure herself out in Zaun while Caitlyn's still an Enforcer up in Piltover. They also seem to be confirming the idea that there's some kind of time skip happening in s2 (not as large as s1 but there's something). And why I believe this is because Jinx is being painted in the same light as Vander, as someone that's respected in Zaun. People have already started rallying behind her at this point in the story.

Now, the bigger meat of the teaser:

I put Caitlyn and Jinx side by side for a couple reasons. Not only are these two taking on more of a leadership role this season, they're enforcing the idea that these two are the two sides of the same coin they hinted at in season 1 (they just both seem to be heading in the opposite direction the other was in season 1, if that makes sense), but they both have a figure explaining to them what they need to do for the better of Zaun/Piltover: Ambessa and Sevika. However, each of these characters are being told different things. Ambessa is a War general, she believes that in restoring peace Caitlyn needs to declare Martial Law aka military government and it seems that Caitlyn not only does this but she allies herself with Ambessa and Noxus in order to do this. On the other hand, Sevika's explaining to Jinx that she's the one that can rally Zaun together (and it seems that Ekko might actually be joining her on this). Because under both Vander and Silco there were still people opposed to how the Undercity was run (Under Vander, he was playing it safe with Piltover but Piltover was treating the Undercity badly but under Silco he was a kingpin and several people were still suffering under the effects of Shimmer and the only reason the Enforcers weren't as hostile because of Silco's allyship with Marcus, until Jinx steals the gemstone and Piltover retaliates). But with Zaun actually being at war with Piltover now, Jinx needs to be seen as a symbol for Zaun for people to rally behind, because to them Topside is the bigger enemy.

(I just had to add this pic of Sevika because like God Damn she looks so attractive here like step on me! *ahem* sorry, had a bit of gay panic there...moving on...)

Now, I'm going to hold off on giving my overall thoughts until the full trailer drops in a couple of days. just so that I can gather some more thoughts about where season 2 is going as a whole and when I'm given some more information to glean from, granted I'm SURE that the trailer won't give us any clear cut information because Arcane is great at that.

Oh one last thing:

Jinx's poster in for S2 has her being strangled by Vi's gauntlet, and Jinx is faced upsidown (with the caption "Time to turn things upsidedown") which i presume is just how different everyone/everything is going to be different compared to the last season. but i do wonder What Happens between Vi and Jinx that gets them like this? Because there Has to be a scene between the two that ends badly (probably before we see Vi with her black hair and leather, because in the earlier pic i showed Vi's already seeing Jinx pained alongside Vander)

ok NOW I'm done.

Anyways, I'll post again in the next couple of days when the trailer comes out. Bye!

[sudokufag]

I'll probably delete this in the morning because I don't like posting about it online for my own safety but I'm bring treated for a very. Very severe phobia of needles and my therapist recently told me to find the thin line where exposure to needles makes me uncomfortable but not to the point of nausea or panic and make myself sit through that discomfort while affirming my safety. So like in scrolling through here and someone posts a video of an egg getting injected with a bunch of yellow stuff and I'm like oh my fuuvkckking god a NEEDLE but it's just an egg I'm going to sit through it because it's just an egg and it's fine so I watch the needle long and slow go into the egg and inject the yellow stuff and I'm like "it's ok. I'm safe and the egg is safe. The needle is actually super good for the egg. The egg is safe and happy about this. I feel happy for the egg and I'm safe!" but then the needle pulls away abd the egg starts fucking. Convulsing and growing a big yellow lump on its side and now I'm suddenly about to throw up like. "oh my God the egg is SICK the egg is POISONED oh fuck the egg is going to wither and explode Holy fuck I'm going to die it's berm poisoned and it's so helpless!!!!" but tgen. Another egg yolk just pops out. And the egg yolks are completely fine and in tact there's just two of them now. And I completely forgot about the needle for a second like "wow that was actually beautiful. Science is so cool. How could it do that?" but I cannot watch the video again because I'm needled out for the whole month I think. Would my therapist be proud of me chat?

[layla-loves-violence]

"i want to give you wings, but babe, you've got to grow them"

At my first Game Design 101 lesson, my professor told us that many of us would probably end up switching majors before we graduate. "Making games and playing them are two different things."

I wasn't deterred. I had aspirations of narrative design and character concepts, and although level design and programming bored me to death I was determined to stick it out. I wanted so desperately to give back to the media that I loved so much, that got me through my hardest times: video games. I had dreams of directing my own RPGs, of making characters that everyone would fall in love with.

I lasted one year.

It wasn't out of a lack of love of games. It was a lack of support. It was a lack of language. It was a lack of desire to live.

Freshman year is guaranteed to bring drama. You throw a bunch of 17-to-18-year-old kids into close proximity and call them independent without any of the skills and things are bound to get a little messy. Especially if you're an autistic narcissist like I was at seventeen. I won't deny my own fault in the situation, in fact, I'll be the first to gut myself over it. I was a tiny control freak with an anxious streak a mile wide. It doesn't take much pressure to break me open.

I was too dumb to realize that inviting a guy back to my dorm to "play video games" meant I was propositioning him. I was too shy to tell a guy to fuck off when his comments made me uncomfortable. I was too self-absorbed to realize I wasn't the main character of this social group, that these people I'd barely known for two months wouldn't rally behind me like I was some usurped king seeking to reclaim my throne. There was no throne. I was seventeen and stupid.

But it doesn't change the fact that, intentionally or not, someone was taking advantage of me. Whether it was the boy who pressured me into cuddling when I wasn't open to having sex, or the boy who promised to stand up against sexual harassment and balked when I actually brought up pursuing Title IX. I was "too much drama" he said, after he'd already convinced me everyone else was against me.

It's been six years since then. People change. People wash their hands of you. People will watch you drown, and say that if they tried to save you, you'll pull them down and we'd die together. And you're not sure if they're wrong.

My first semester I made the Dean's List. The second semester, I was on academic probation, because I was too terrified to be in the same room with people I assumed hated me, or worse, found me annoying. I deleted the Discord servers, kept my distance. While my classmates learned about character design, I was conducting a self study on how isolation leads to madness.

I contact a suicide hotline, keep my answers vague so I don't end up in the hospital again, like I did at 12. I tell my mother I can't take the train, because I worry that when I see it, I'll feel compelled to throw myself in front. The minute I step out of my dorm, I stop being able to breathe. I have a panic attack so loud in the bathroom before an exam that the front desk has to conduct a wellness check.

I drop out that summer.

(Someone contacts me in the fall, asks if I wanted to attend an event with him. I tell him I no longer go to that school and to never contact me again. Surprisingly, perhaps gladly, he does. His contact in still in my phone.)

I spend the next six years digging myself out of a hole. I end up in three separate outpatient programs. I cut my hair, grow it out again. I drop 20 pounds and gain it back, drop another ten, gain back five. I learn to drive. I get a part time job, get laid off, get another job, and get bullied by my managers. I move from my dad's house to my mother's. My grandmother dies. My dog dies. My sister, a once-despised rival, becomes tolerable, and then a friend. I begin losing my closest friend. I start drawing. I start writing. I listen to Mother Mother again. I play a Night in the Woods.

The game design program I chose, I chose for its capstone. At the end of four years, you get to build a real, playable game with other students. We got to pitch our games as our final for the first semester. All of us "failed," pitching things far too complex to make in a single semester. "Not every idea gets made."

There were several projects made in the 2022 Game Design capstone. I read the names of the students involved, and I can picture them in my head, and I feel lightheaded. For a moment, I can see an alternate world in which people didn't scare me. I can see a world where I connected with others on an even keel. Some of them have websites, and my mouse hovers over a "contact" button. The boy who said I was too much for him is a man with a beard now. He says his favorite game is Persona 5.

I wonder if they think about me, or how their memories erode my image in time. I picture a villain lurking in their single-room lair, pacing and stewing in between lofi hip-hop streams and rewatches of John Oliver and Polygon's Unraveled, cloaked in pilling hoodies and unwashed pajama pants, yellow-green plaid, school colors. No one is coming for them.

[noellewrxtes]

Shisui was saved from any further insistence by a rustling sound on the other end of the phone. "Hey, honey," Mikoto called out to the source of her distraction, some unknown individual moving around in the room she occupied. "I'm talking to your cousin--here, do you want to say hello?"

Even with his words muffled over the phone, even after three years of radio silence, Shisui recognized the smooth baritone voice that answered. It was a voice he had spent countless weekends sprawled out beside, listening to the soft hum of July cicadas, drinking hot tea in October, staring out the window as February snow covered the world outside in a quilt of white, 'hey, Itachi, did you know…?' Watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed peacefully in the late hours of another Friday night spent attached at the hip.

It was a voice Shisui was wholly unprepared to converse with.

His grip on his phone tightened, something like panic rising in his chest. He inhaled sharply and began thinking of something to say other than hello, some explanation of what he had been getting up to these past three years, the reason why he's moving back. What he would say if Itachi asked him not to.

He couldn't make out what Itachi said to his mother, but he could hear the sharp disappointment in her voice as she said, "Oh, all right, then."

Shisui exhaled. The knot in his stomach released.

"Itachi has to get to work," Mikoto said, her voice coming in clearly over the phone line again. "I'm sure you'll be able to chat soon."

"Yeah, sure," Shisui said, clearing his throat and trying not to think about how much he was not prepared to play catch up with Itachi.

"It's such a shame," Mikoto's soft soprano was laced with regret as she sighed into the receiver. "You two used to be so close."

Too close, Shisui didn't say.

"Just tell him to text me or something. Someone stole my phone a while back and I lost a lot of contacts, so."

This was a lie. Shisui had lost Itachi's number, true enough, but only after a drunken night out that had almost ended with some text messages his then-girlfriend would have skewered him alive for. (Itachi probably would have too, if not for the fact that Shisui would already be long dead by the time he managed to make it all the way to Buffalo.) 'Time to stop living in the past,' he had told himself the next day, once sober clarity had overtaken him, and the sheer amount of willpower it had taken to press the 'delete contact' button on his phone should have told him he was doomed to fail. It had taken only half a second for the phone to follow through, over and done in the blink of an eye, and it hadn't felt remotely like saying goodbye.

"I'll pass it on," Mikoto promised before moving on to compare the pros and cons of apartments versus houses, buying versus owning. Shisui listened to her advice politely, throwing in his own two cents when appropriate, and when she asked him if he was planning on staying in Tupelo permanently, all he found he could say was that he wasn't sure yet.

[fundielicious-simblr]

Blooper Reel

(Author's POV) When I was getting screenshots for the post on Valentina there was an incident with that science desk kids have. I wanted to put it in there and have the idea that Valentina and Eric got it to help their kids with science and stuff. Tell me why that shit started a fire as soon as one of the kids started to use it 😭

Ansel had been using it for not even 10 sim minutes before I saw the bright orange box appear in the corner of my screen. Valentina walked up and just stood cause her queue hadn't cleared for the panic to set in. Eric was literally outside collecting eggs and he ran in and extinguished it 😭

I intervened and deleted the extinguish act from Valentina so that i didn't have her and eric both doing it. She then proceeds to run outside where the kids were already there or headed there. Eric stood there after he was done putting out the fire and i guess waited for another to start. This whole interaction was very much dad energy, I went from shock to confusion to laughter in less than 5 minutes because it was all so sudden HAHA.

These two pictures really gave me a laugh because I didn't even know I had sprinkler systems in the house. I modified this house almost 4 years ago now, so I genuinely have forgotten some of the finer details about the houses they live in. The sprinkler had the audacity to come on AFTER eric had put out the fire, though I guess it had good reason because the fire tried to resurrect itself for a second before putting put out by the sprinklers. That table was in the corner for less than 15 minutes and wrecked so much havoc that I removed it and won't be putting another one back. I was debating letting the fire do more damage and having it be a storyline but nah, it didn't feel right.

I'll probably do more of these as they happen, this was too funny not to write about.

[guardiandae]

Tagged by the wonderful @rayadraws!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 70

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

710,529

3. What fandoms do you write for?

One Punch Man, Marvel. Formerly BTVS.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

" - 2,391 kudos "Natural" - 2,448 kudos "5+7" - 3,341 kudos "Milkyway" - 4,601 kudos "Salvaged" - 6,567

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Oh yes! But i have a habit that tends to backfire on me... I'll respond to all comments for a while and then after a couple weeks I'll stop responding because I want to finish a chapter first.... this is fine except sometimes by the time I let myself respond to all those old comments it's been like.... 5 years. LOL. But I really do like to reply to every single one.

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

The Distance Between Us

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Sugar & Spice

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Lmfao. Surprisingly rarely! I've maybe gotten two actual hate comments on my more spicy account. I've gotten more hate comments for making Saitama transmasc, but not by much. But like... I didn't make him transmasc anyway, it just happened. But yeah if people are whiny little bitches and I just roast them and then delete their comment because that doesn't fly for me, especially the transphobic weirdos.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Hell yeah. Ummm I like it when the weiners touch 👉👈

Actually lemme see. On my main account, my top tags are kind of all over the place. Mainly fluffy stuff, dirty talk. On my secret second account we'll get better results.... Watersports/Urination - obviously. Anal sex - duh, but boring. Dubious consent - spicy. Felching - MM. 🙏 Male lactation - MILK. HIM. 💦

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Only "Now Recruiting", which still gets a lot of love tbh. It's about the Avengers trying to recruit Saitama, which isn't too crazy. Fun though!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

WOOF. I hope not. The sites that scrape fics are scary.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Oh yeah 💜 I love my international fans, and I always say yes when someone asks to translate. I just ask that they remember to link up with mine!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

My memory is bad but I really don't think so. I don't play well with others >.< Also why I have turned down RP requests every time.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Wade/Nate. It might have hibernated for years, but it came back with a vengeance when it came back. But any ship I've written for, it's gotta be a hyperfixation for me, so I promise I love them all.

15. What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

[Redacted]. But I'm not sure it's that I never will - it's that I think I overshot my ending and I actually need to hack it back a little and just end the fic. The way I kept going, it would've added another small arc to the fic that made it end on a sad note. And That, I'd probably never finish. The fic is old enough though that even thinking about opening it up to do that makes me cringe.

Secondary: Salvaged. But don't panic! It's not that I'll never finish it, it's that I will but still not any time soon. ;; It'll be a lot of work to open it up again and finish it. I wanna finish some other projects first, including new ones (oops). But I don't feel 'cringe' about opening it again. Just a loooottt of files to sift through.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm told my dialogue is amazing. I think it's because I enjoy practicing the lines, over and over again, and pacing everything out to make sure it sounds like something the character would actually say, and somewhat flow in real time.

I'm also quite lucky at being able to have details fall into place in really interesting ways. So that thing that seems elaborately planned out, who knows, lol. It's sort of half elaborately planned and half happy coincidence.

People also tell me that I manage to capture their imagination and especially their emotions. 🫶

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Finishing. Haha. I'll either catch stage fright if something gets really popular (especially if there's a sex scene, oop) or I'll get bogged down with things needing to be perfect, or a secret third thing - I get really attached and don't want to end the AU because then I worry I'll forget it exists.

Memory problems. Returning to a fic is harder because even after a month I don't remember what happened. And if I'm going without writing for any period of time I feel like I forget who I am as a writer completely. Sometimes I really can't understand who wrote a fic of mine, because it doesn't feel like it was me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Ummmmm I do this very sparingly because I know that google translate is very flawed and I'm not fluent in any other language. Sometimes a little bit of french or spanish has been appropriate for a Deadpool fic, but not full dialogue.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Buffy The Vampire Slayer <3 I didn't include that in my fic count tho.... I don't dare go back to That Place, even just to look (FF.net)

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I'm gonna have to break it up by ship otherwise this ain't even fair--

"Hello, Handsome" - Cablepool - it's just soooo creative and fun! and COMPLETE! "5+7" - Genosai - another really fun one, emotional ups and downs but ultimately soooo fluffy and nice and one of those fics that changed my life. Almost done! "Yours" - Skirth/Agony - a rare f/f pairing but I really enjoyed writing them <333 COMPLETE "Milkyway" - Eddie/Symbiote - can something be a fluffy family fic AND really dirty filthy kinky at the same time? Apparently, somehow. COMPLETE.

Tagging @aeriamamaduck @pohjanneito and @theomnicode!

[pokemoneverlastingorchard]

The differences between the two versions

This game is pretty huge in comparison to other fan games. Most of it was because of all of the music I added to it, but even after I deleted a lot of those tracks and reused a bunch the game is still pretty big.

Though technically both versions should be fairly small if you delete the "Audio" folder altogether. Though doing so won't give you the full emotion that I'm trying to convey.

So here are the two differences, with the music still intact:

Smaller version:

If there are changes to this version, it will be smaller ones, like having original requests for villagers who don't already have one.

The game "ends" after you beat the Elite 4 and have two children. Most times (hopefully every time) you interact with your children the phrase "they won't be doing anything yet" should be left out in this version.

The region and it's Pokedex won't be expanding beyond what it is now.

Every couple beyond yours will never get married in this version. (They'll still be locked out if they confess to each other, though.)

Other teased storylines that would usually take place in the future won't ever be finished in this version. (Kinda like couples never getting married.)

There will only be maps for two seasons- winter, and I guess it'd just be a "default." (Probably will be "summer" in the full version.)

"Full" version:

Of course, not being done with developing this game yet I don't know for sure everything I want to add. I will likely add a lot of things to the game that I don't add to this list. Since the "smaller version" is there I'll no longer keep size in mind for the "full" version.

What I know for sure is that I want to add:

Four seasons, with new graphics. (Spring and summer will have a lot more similarities, though.) The region beyond Silvanus Woods will not be effected by this.

This will also likely mean new wild Pokemon for all four seasons in the woods and at the beach.

A time-skip. After you talk to your second child you'll have an option to go forward about 7-10 years into the future. (I'm leaning towards 9 right now.)

This will include:

A lot of villagers getting married- not just the other candidates, but other people.

A lot of children running around- not just yours. Hell, more than just the candidates/rival's children, even.

Every candidate and other characters around your character's age will look different. (There will be replacement sprites for them, in case you don't like the changes.) I might do this for every villager in the future. (Though I'd want to focus on permanent candidate changes first.)

A few new characters- some of which you can meet before the time-skip. (Most of them are tied to the candidates, hint hint.)

New trainers

Every winter if a character is outside they'll actually wear proper clothes with some exceptions, like if there's a cutscene where they'd rush outside in a panic. Or during a holiday. (As of 3/1/25. I might have given everybody an outfit for winter by the time you read this.)

Maybe new Pokemon. (Maybe.) I'm almost definitely going to be adding new Pokemon. (At least one.)

A slight expansion to the region. (Mostly to hold those Pokemon. Probably a town on an island somewhere.)

And a lot more, probably. I will likely forget to add those things to this list. (At least until I'm done with the game.)

[vertigoed]

tinder 2.0 || fuckboy! Gojo satoru

part 1 | PART 3

MASTERLIST

synopsis : in which you match with satoru gojo, tokyos most seeked after playboy

word count: 6,907

summary: fem!reader, drug usage, toxic satoru, **smut at the end **

much to your dismay, satoru didn't respond to your last message, in fact, it had been a couple days since your conversation with him.

you wondered if that means he's given up. you kept telling yourself not to waste your time thinking about it and even went to the length of deleting the app so you would stop checking it every hour.

just like how you had over 100 matches, he probably had thousands and you were nothing but a number to him. after all, tinder was mainly filled with horny people wanting an easy fuck and a quick ego boost and satoru gojo seemed to fit those criteria perfectly.

"so you find any hot guys yet?"

you get pulled out of your thoughts by nobara, who was flicking through a magazine with her feet propped up in your lap.

"no," you scoffed, then you trail off as gojo crossed your mind, "well, there is this one guy..."

"who? are you going to show me the chat? hello?" nobara dramatically waved her hands in front of her face, already impatient for the details.

"don't judge me alright?" you giggled softly, "he's the biggest dickhead and it's disgusting how he talks to women but-"

"less talking, more showing," she snapped her fingers and laid her palm out for you to hand your phone over.

"wait, i need to redownload it," you muttered, hastily opening up the app store.

"why did you delete it?"

"because..." you said as you watch the app download onto your phone, "i was checking the app so often, it was unhealthy."

you passed your phone with his profile opened up and instantly she let out an ear piercing squeal.

"damn," she brings her phone up to her eyes so she could admire every detail of his photos, "how can somebody be this hot? are you sure he's not a catfish?"

"i don't think so, he wanted to facetime me," you said, "but read our chat from the start and you'll probably judge me for liking him."

she clicks on the conversation between you two and you notice that he finally replied. your breath hitched and you leaned over to see what he said.

gojo: lets just skip the facetime

gojo: let me take you out tonight , i'll send you my drivers license is that good enough for you princess?

you open up the image he sent and internally screamed at how perfect he looked in his license photo. you felt your stomach twist and turn at the thought of meeting up with him as you tried to envision what he would even be like in real life.

"you need to fuck him," she looks up from your phone with a serious expression, "if any other men spoke to me like that, it's a hell no. but he's an exception, i don't blame you. plus, it's tinder, who cares if he skipped the small talk."

"i'm so glad you understand me," you felt a sense of relief to hear nobara say those words. you leaned back into the sofa, clutching a pillow tightly to your chest.

you don't notice nobara typing on your phone with a mischievous grin and your heart drops when you get your phone back and you see what she had sent.

you: that's good enough for me daddy x pick me up at 8

"nobara!" you shriek, your face heated up and you throw your phone at the ground in horror, "he's going to think i'm a freak! it doesn't even make sense to call him daddy in that context-"

nobara bursted into laughter as she watched you panic, "y/n, he literally asked you for sex, he's going to like it in any context. he's probably jacking off right this second."

"yeah but-ugh, you're so fucking annoying!" your voice was still raised and you let out an exasperated sigh, knowing it was too late to do anything, "i just don't want him to think he's going to get laid, if he turns out to be a horrible person, i'm going to go home-"

"relax and just shut up and get ready," nobara interrupts you, ignoring your glare and pulled you up from the couch.

your friend ignores your protests and forced you to shower so she can help you get ready. you were hoping you'd have time to roll a joint to help you ease the nerves, but nobara took up all the time you had- treating you like her human sized barbie doll.

after several outfit changes and having to experiment with three different makeup styles, you finally met nobara's approval for your 'date'.

"fuck i'm scared," you turned to your friend from the mirror, looking for reassurance. you were wearing a backless long-sleeved top paired with a black midi skirt and a pair of kitten heels. nothing too flashy but not too conservative either.

"geez, you're acting like it's your first time! you look hot as fuck he's probably going to jizz in his pants at the sight of you," nobara waved her hands and rolled her eyes, grabbing your phone to see what he said.

gojo: 5 away.

you gulped nervously and watched the clock by the minute until you heard a car pull in. nobara jumped up, smiling from ear to ear, looking just as excited as you. she started to aggressively pull you to the door to hurry you up, slapping your ass on your way out.

"okay love you bye," you beamed at her.

"call me if anything happens! tell him i got his license and everything!" she calls out after you and you nod.

your eyes fall on the sleek black mercedes parked in front, the exterior was so shiny it seemed like it was just driven out of the show room. your heart begins to race in anticipation and anxiousness as you walk towards the car.

you take a deep breath and open the door, carefully sliding in and the smell of weed and air freshener instantly hits your nose. you're stunned at the sight of him, he was even better looking in real life. his gaze lingered on you, taking in every detail of your appearance with a small smirk on his lips.

"hey," he breaks the small silence, his ocean blue eyes glistening with amusement. his voice brings you back to reality and you feel self conscious, unsure of what he found funny.

"hi," you greet him back. you hated that you were feeling so timid.

his eyes felt like they were burning into your skin as he shamelessly checked you out like you were a piece of meat. your heart stops when he leans in, and your reflexes pull you back in surprise.

his face was now close to yours and he lets out a small laugh before leaning in further to reach for your seat belt and buckled you in.

"i can do that myself," you muttered, tucking in your hair behind your ear, feeling a little embarrassed at your reaction.

"but you called me daddy," he cocks his head to you, feigning a look of confusion, "so i'm just making sure my baby's buckled in safely-"

"shut up!" you cut him off as your face heats up, giving him a small punch on the shoulder.

"getting physical already," he whistled as he began driving, he turns to you with that same smirk that irked you, "i like it. should we just skip the dinner and go back to mine?"

"no," you said firmly in a blunt tone as you tried to pretend you weren't flustered, "by the way, that wasn't me. that was my friend who went on my phone."

"you look hot tonight by the way," he ignored your last comment and casually places a hand on your knee, causing your breath to hitch, "all dolled up for me, i'm so lucky aren't i?"

his palm against your burning skin sent goosebumps up your spine, you look down and couldn't help but admire how big and slender his fingers were. you don't brush his hand off and look out the window. even though he was acting like a jerk within the first few minutes, you secretly enjoyed his relentless flirting.

"i always go around like this," you lied.

"okay, love."

so fucking arrogant, you think disgruntledly.

soon enough, you arrive at the steakhouse you chose last minute. you get out first, smoothing down your skirt as you waited for him. he got out of his car with sunglasses on- which you thought was very strange- and slowly walks over to you.

he places his large hand on your hips and pulls you to start walking. "come on princess, let's go," he said with his eyes straight ahead.

he did this so casually like this was normal for him to be so touchy with someone he just met. you, on the other hand, weren't used to this at all. for 20 years of your life, you've only been with three guys and you made them all wait months to even be able to kiss you.

"why are you wearing sunglasses at night time?"

"because i don't want too much attention," he smiled at you and you scoff but say nothing.

"can i order for us?" he asked once you get sat down at your table, putting down the menu, with his blue eyes peeking up at you from the black-rimmed glasses.

"yeah i guess," you shrugged, "just don't order me something shit."

"that depends on how you'd define shit," he smiled, " two steaks okay?"

"make it rare," you nodded and thank the waiter for pouring the water.

"you like your meat raw huh?" his face was straight but burst into a grin as he watched your reaction slowly change from flustered to offended as your mind registered the joke.

you learn that he was seriously a teacher at some high school, and you let him know you feel bad for his students for having such a perverted teacher, to which he laughed in response.

"of course, i don't say anything inappropriate to the girls," he said, taking a sip of his wine.

"right," you scoffed and let him pour you another glass.

"so why are you on tinder? just for a fuck or hoping to lock down a poor fella?"

"to be honest," you stop to swallow your food and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand before continuing, "i'm just on it because i'm single and bored and the attention is fun."

"fair," he nodded in agreement, "i'm on it just for an easy root."

i didn't ask you jerk. "that's something so obvious that you don't even need to say it out loud," you narrowed your eyes and take another sip of your wine to wash down the food, "especially on a date."

you feel his foot gently touch your ankle, which you ignored and kept eating. you look up from your plate to see him still staring at you and you rolled your eyes.

"can you focus on eating?" you snapped, feeling self conscious with the fact that he was practically watching you eat while his food was going cold.

"it's a shit steak," he chuckled and pushed you his plate, "you want mine too?"

"yeah but don't expect me to pay," you shrugged, taking his steak with your fork and knife.

"wow, you caught me," he places both hands up.

thanks to the three glasses of wine, you warmed up to him fairly quickly by the end of dinner. aside from his frequent sexual innuendos and remarks, he was a nice guy and knew how to actually pay interest in what you had to say.

"i am stuffed," satoru stretched out his arms the moment you exited the restaurant, turning to you with a grin, "you know what else i'm stuffing tonight?"

"you didn't even eat, you just said that so you can make that lame joke," you laughed. it was pretty obvious you were drunk and started to find him humorous.

he smiled and put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest. it felt a lot more natural for you to be in his arms now, almost like you've done it a million times in the past. he smelt like a mixture of fresh laundry and cologne, a scent that smelt strangely nostalgic. you lean your head against him, closing your eyes as your vision was slightly blurry.

"don't be falling asleep on me now," he slides his hand down and gives your lower waist a squeeze. you open your eyes and find his mouth hovering over your ear, "save that for after."

you look up at him and those dreamy blue orbs were staring into you through his thick lashes with his lips curled into a small smirk. maybe it was because you were intoxicated, but you swore you could see them sparkling as if they were studded with stars.

he opens the car door for you and helps you get in, buckling you in like he did before.

"you're so confusing, one second you act like a jerk then you're a gentlemen the next," your words were slurred and you poke a finger at his hard bicep, "stick to one personality."

"i treat my woman good, what's wrong with that?" he shrugged, starting up the car. he paused and turned to you with a straight face, "now's your chance to decide if you're sober enough to come back to mine or get dropped off home."

"yours," you answer and his face breaks out into a smug grin.

he begins driving and it wasn't long until his hand found it's way to your leg. his touch felt cold against your hot skin that was burning from the alcohol. you bite the inside of your cheek and press your head against the cool window. your stomach began churning and not in a good way- and that's when you realised you drank a bit too much.

you didn't want to look at him, worried you'll say something stupid as you didn't trust your current state of mind.

satoru started stroking your thigh, you gulp as it slowly inches further up. it wasn't like you didn't want it but right now, you were more focused on keeping your dinner down.

you shift in your seat and stop his hand with yours, still keeping your attention away from him. he looks at you with slight confusion but retrieves his arm, placing it back on the wheel.

"are you feeling okay?" he asked.

"i might've had too many glasses," you shook your head, closing your eyes to ease your pounding head. the smoothness of the car ride was starting to make you feel more nauseous by the minute, "it's this car that's making me sick."

"sorry about it princess," he chortled, slowing the speed down and opened the windows "let me know if you'd like this shitbox to pull over if you need to let it out."

"don't talk about vomiting," you groan as a more intense wave of nausea washes over you at the mention of it

"you can't handle your alcohol can you?"

you don't answer and keep your head out the window, wishing this would pass. your worst nightmare would be to vomit in front of him.

"i'm not usually like this, it must've been something i had," you said.

your hands are gripped onto the car door as you ride the nerves and the car finally pulls into a gated driveway that leads up to skyrise apartments.

he drove into an underground basement and you start to feel a tad better as the car park to a halt. "you good?" he checked in on you again once he's finished parking and you give a small nod.

you follow him out of the car and into the elevator. your balance was distorted and you slightly stumbled as you walked, which satoru took notice of and sighed.

"maybe i should've taken you home," he said, holding you by your shoulders to help you balance on your feet.

you keep quiet and focus your eyes on the marbled floor, grimacing at the sensation of your ears popping as you waited to reach the 40th level.

"i'm not even drunk," you lied straight through your teeth, blinking profusely at him, believing somehow that will convince him of your sobriety.

he chuckled at your statement and grabs your face with one hand, squeezing your cheeks together until your lips were pouting like a pufferfish. he stares down into your eyes with a playful glint, "your face and eyes are red like a tomato, you can't walk properly and you're twitching like you're having a seizure. i think you are drunk."

your jaw dropped at his apartment which happened to be a penthouse overlooking the entire north of tokyo. you had never been in an apartment with such tall ceilings and wide living space and found yourself starstruck at the view of the skyline.

satoru lets out a dramatic sigh, watching you be amazed by his home and plops himself on his beige sofa with his brows knitted into a small frown, stroking his chin, "why would you even let yourself get this wasted?"

"it's my fault?" you look away from the view, voice starting to raise, the alcohol was not helping you control your emotions. you stomp over to him with narrowed eyes, "you are such a fucking jerk, you think i want to feel like vomiting? i told you it's something i had-"

"okay, calm down first of all, i'm sorry," he cuts your rant off and grabs your hands to pull your weight down to the sofa, making you clumsily fall next to him, "and secondly, you can't blame me for being frustrated. you're the one who decided to pretty up like this and now you're too drunk, it's a bit of a tease isn't it? it's not my fault i want to fuck the shit out of you."

even in your drunk state, you were gobsmacked at the way he said it so calmly and confidently. you tried to say something back, but then you feel your dinner churn violently in your stomach, almost threatening to come back up your throat. you start to gag and put your hands to your mouth, turning to satoru with panic.

satoru was visibly freaking out and points to a door down the hallway, "can you make it to the toilet?"

you shake your head and gesture your hand to signal him to fetch you something. he runs to the kitchen to grab a plastic bag and sprints back, but he was too late.

he stared down at cream woollen rug that was soaked in your vomit. the room felt silent, until you feel the second wave of nausea and begin spewing uncontrollably again.

"oh fuck, i'm sorry," you mumbled, groaning as you drop to the floor. you instantly felt better though.

"fuck me," he exhales deeply, pinching the corner of his nose and walked off.

he shortly returns with a towel and tosses it into your pool of vomit.

"just leave it, i'll get somebody to clean it tomorrow," he said, stopping you from cleaning it up and you feel a second towel drop to your head as well as a shirt, "you can use this to shower and change, you got shit all over yourself now."

he noticed you didn't move and pulled you up by your arms, "come on. don't be embarrassed just because you vomit all over my rug that i bought a couple weeks ago."

"i'm sorry," you apologised again, shrugging his arms off, "i'll shower and leave."

he didn't answer and let you walk yourself to the bathroom. you make sure to take a quick shower, hurriedly washing out the vomit in your hair as you didn't want to spend another minute in his apartment. you knew you overstayed your welcome and he's probably never going to see you again.

you didn't have to be sober to take the hint that he was disappointed and annoyed he can't fuck you, you were just wasting his time by this point.

"don't leave," he says the moment you step out of the bathroom.

you pause in your tracks and stopped drying your hair, unsure what to say, and he clears his throat, continuing, "because taxi is going to be at least $300, which i don't want to pay for and i also can't be bothered dropping you off."

oh.

"okay, well, i can't afford that either... i'll just sleep on the couch if you don't mind and i'll catch the first train home," you awkwardly shuffle over. you notice his eyes lingering on your chest and you quickly cross your arm, realising you weren't wearing a bra underneath the white shirt he let you borrow.

"you take what i say too seriously," he said with a strange look in his eyes that contrasted his usual playful nature, "i'll show you the spare room."

you follow him up the stairs and he takes you to a room that was the size of your own apartment, "there's filtered water in the fridge and text me if you need anything," he said bluntly, before closing the door behind him.

you tried not to let his change of tone bother you and laid back on the soft, king sized bed.

"whatever," you muttered to yourself as you stretched your limbs and take out your phone to call nobara. you chew on your lip as you wait for her to answer.

"hello?"

"i vomitted in his house," you blurt out and then explain to her a slight hazy recount of the dinner and how you ended up ruining his expensive rug.

"well, i only got one thing to say," nobara spoke over the phone, "you fucked up bad, if i were him, i'd never want to see you again."

"i figured," you sighed, staring up at the ceiling, "i don't even want to stay the night, i just feel so embarrassed."

"wait, he's letting you stay the night?"

"i mean i offered to leave but he said he can't be bothered to drop me off or pay for my taxi and i can't afford it either.." you replied.

nobara starts laughing, "this guy drives a mercedes and live in a penthouse in tokyo, $300 means nothing to him. he clearly just wants you to say."

you frown at her ridiculous theory, "no you don't understand, he literally said he's annoyed that i got drunk and the way he talks to me now has totally changed-"

"you are so stupid y/n," nobara sighed, "listen, you're sober enough to hold up a conversation. go into his room and fuck him right now."

"what no! did you not listen? i vomitted on his rug, why would he want to slee-"

"don't you want to fuck him too?" nobara cuts you off again, "he's giving you space because he think's you're too drunk, not because he doesn't want to fuck. plus, what do you have to lose? you already humiliated yourself."

you don't say anything and stare at the ceiling in silence.

"live a little for once in your fucking life," nobara continued, knowing you were contemplating your options, "i'm off to bed, don't forget to use a condom."

and with that she hung up, leaving you in deep thoughts. i do want to fuck him, but what if he doesn't want to fuck me anymore?

you shake your head and pulled at your hair in frustration. you hated that you were always full of second guesses and doubts and just like nobara had said, you should loosen up for once.

"okay, i got this," you give your cheeks a light slap to wake yourself up from the drowsiness and inhaled deeply to calm your racing heart.

you were already stumbling down the corridor despite trying to be quiet walk on your tippy toes. you then realised you had no way of finding out which door was to his room and you didn't want him to think you're creeping around his home.

"the fuck am i doing," you sigh to yourself, realising how stupid it was to just knock at his door, and spin on your heels to retreat back to your room.

you jump when you realise satoru was standing at the stairs with a beer in one hand and a blunt in the other. he was changed into a loose t-shirt that hung over his broad frame and tight sweatpants.

"yeah what are you doing? shouldn't you be knocked out from all that vomitting?" he perked at eyebrow at you.

"i-i um was just u-uh seeing if you got," you began stuttering, trailing off as your mind turned blank.

"uh- i-uh?" he mimicked your stutter, making you shoot a fierce glare in his direction.

"i need makeup remover," you announced with your chin held up as you tried to play it off. even though you were in no position to be annoyed, his banter agitated you.

"i got a bar of soap?"

"forget about it," you say flatly, feeling deflated at how pathetic you were acting, "goodnight."

nobara was wrong. it was too late and he was clearly turned off by you. you didn't blame him though, projectile vomiting chunks of steak and chips onto his nice rug wasn't the most attractive sight.

"you want to sit out with me while i smoke this blunt?"

you turn around, "okay," your voice came out cheerful and you quickly adjust your face, not wanting to seem too excited at his invitation.

he led you to a balcony on the other side of the second floor. the scenery of the glistening city lights took the breath out of you, leaving you speechless.

"how the fuck can a teacher's salary afford this?" you leaned over the stone balcony and stared down at the small buildings and the cars that looked like ants.

"i'm a special teacher," he chuckled, taking a seat on his patio couch. he laid his beer down on the table and started to light the blunt, "there's water next to you, you should stay hydrated before you end up vomiting again."

"will you please stop bringing that up?" you rolled your eyes and take a seat next to him, "i swear you're doing it to annoy me."

he smoked his blunt, offering you a puff which you declined. "so what's the actual reason you came out of your room? were you tryna find me?"

"no," you lied, taking a sip of your water to avoid his gaze.

"you're an awful liar," he chuckled, taking a long draw out of his blunt, he takes a couple more draws and sips of his beer before continuing, "why are you sitting so far away from me?"

you look down at the small gap between you two and frown back at him, "i'm literally just sitting next to you."

"not close enough," he murmered and pulled you by the waist to close the distance.

his face was close to yours now and you could feel his eyes staring into you while you kept your head slightly turned. you felt nervous again and felt your hands go clammy.

"aw, you're shy," he said in a low voice, the ends of his lips curled up, "it's cute."

"i'm not being shy," you meekly defend yourself, looking up at him to meet his eyes as you try to ignore the monstrous butterflies eating away at your stomach, "you just... do things out of the blue."

"right," he said and leaned over to the ash tray to put out his half smoked blunt. he takes a sip of his beer again before returning back to his original position, "so do i need to make an announcement before i do this?" his voice low and husky.

"huh?" you barely managed to respond before he pressed his lips against yours. at first, you were too shocked to react, but then you felt yourself melting into him. the kiss was soft and gentle, his large hands cupping your face, but then it deepened, becoming more urgent, his tongue starting to explore yours and his hands move down to your waist, pulling you in closer if that was even possible.

the flavor of him lingered on your tongue - a heady combination of alcohol, mint, and weed. it was a taste that left you craving more, but just as suddenly as it had begun, he pulled away with a grin, leaving you breathless.

"you did it again," you put your hand to your slightly swollen lips and looked away from him, annoyed that he found this to be funny.

"it's hard to control myself around you," he gently grabs a tuft of your hair and pulled at it.

"why do you keep pulling at my hair like that?" you take your hair out of his fingers.

"just trying to show you what i would like to do to you."

just do it, just go for it the voice in your head was getting louder by the second and without thinking, you grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into a kiss.

this time, he wasted no second to explore your mouth. his hands on your get body gets rougher as they explored your body and the kiss gets more aggressive. a small moan escapes your lips when he begins to suck on your neck, causing him to halt and look up at you through his heavy lids.

"you like that huh?" he gives you a crooked smile and shoved his tongue into your mouth, his hand now squeezing your ass with your skirt pulled up. he was kneading it so roughly you were certain your they were going to be bruised the next morning.

you let him pepper kisses down your body, getting up to help him take your shirt off. he stared down at you, taking in the sight of your naked breasts before attaching his lips around your nipple. you let out a yelp as he began sucking on it like he's been starved for days and your hips grind down onto the bulge sticking out of his sweatpants.

he lets out a small growl and tugs at your nipple with his teeth, looking up at you with dark eyes. your hand snakes down his stomach and you grab his cock, stroking it through his pants while peering down at him with your hair and tits shoved into his face. you notice a stain on his pants and smile down at him.

"you know what you're doing," he grunts as your grip around the bulge gets tighter and your strokes get quicker. he shoves you off, causing you to fall back onto the couch, heavily panting as you watch him take his shirt off.

your hands instantly go to his chiselled chest and abs as he leans over you, hands dangerously close to your soaking pussy. you whimper a little as his palms rubbed your inner thighs, hating every second of his teasing.

he smiled against your lips as his fingers slip past your panties. he pulled away and stared down into your eyes as you feel him slowly rub your clit. he loved watching you slowly lose control of your body.

you moan loudly and you push your hip up, wanting more of his touch. "stop teasing me," you whined, feeling yourself get wetter as he softly pressed down onto your sensitive nub. you didn't care if you were stroking his ego, you just wanted to feel something inside of you.

"what's the rush? we got the entire night," he said in a low tone, sporting his signature smirk then roughly pushed your knees wide open.

you gasp at the sensation of the cool air hitting your bare pussy. he doesn't hesitate to shove his face between your thighs, taking a slow and hard swipe between your slits. you feel every inch of his tongue licking up your folds, collecting your juices and sucking profusely on your clit, causing you to whine and moan. the feeling of his tongue dipping in and out of you felt so good, you found yourself grinding down onto him.

"you taste so sweet," he looks up at you, his lips glistening with your juice.

he comes back up and roughly pushes his lips against yours, making you taste yourself. without a warning, he slams his long fingers into you and it wasn't long before you're chanting and screaming his name as he pounds you with his slender fingers.

you've never been touched like this before. treated so aggressively yet be worshipped as if you were a goddess. you feel your wetness drip down your thighs as you clench down onto his fingers, wanting to feel more.

"you're going to cum for me sweetheart?" he whispered in your ear as he feels your muscles spasm and tighten with every curl.

his fingers were so quick yet every stroke was hitting your g spot so perfectly. your hips were pushed up to him as he finger fucks you. watching you while he stroked his own cock through his boxers. the night air was filled with the squelching noises of your dripping pussy getting fucked and your moans, while he muttered dirty things to you.

"i'm going to cum!" you cried and this only made his fingers work quicker.

he attaches his warm mouth onto your pussy again. you gasp in shock at the overwhelming sensation of having his lips suck your clit while his fingers worked in and out of your tight muscles. you find yourself losing control of everything, moaning his name as the euphoria washes over you and you feel your cum oozes out, all the muscles in your body relaxing instantly.

he wouldn't stop sucking your pussy until he tasted every drip of your cum, ignoring your pleas for him to stop as you couldn't take it anymore.

"we're not done," he snarled,taking his fingers that was coated with slick and shoved it past your lips. you suck on it, staring up at him, making him quietly growl and pulled out his cock, stroking himself at the scene of you sucking your own cum off his fingers.

your eyes widen at the sight of his twitching cock. it was the biggest you've ever seen, long and dripping with precum, the tip an angry shade of red and begging to be sucked. he read your mind and brings it closer to your face, letting the tip spread its pre-cum all over your lips.

you open up your mouth and he slides it in, he lets out a long and deep moan as you close your lips around him. it was only halfway in and you were already choking, tears poking at the corner of your eyes as you try to fit him in.

"you're going to swallow my entire cock for me?" he grunts, shoving it further until you had tears pouring down your cheeks, "you're going to be a good girl and make me fuck this pretty mouth of yours yeah/"

you moan at his words, your fingers finding its way down to your clit that was already wanting to be touched again. you shake your head, unable to breathe, as he tries to fit his girth down your throat. he noticed you touching yourself, "you're a greedy little slut aren't you?" he said.

satoru pulls out of your mouth, saliva dripping down your lips as he did so. he gives you a brief second to breathe before he thrusts hard into you again, causing you to gag around him. he lets out a small whimper at the feeling of your throat closing in on him.

he grabs your hair and pulls it into a ponytail as he fucks your mouth. "fuck, you're so fucking good at this," he moaned, shoving you down until your nose was touching his abdomen.

he slides his dick out of your mouth and begins rubbing the saliva soaked tip against your clit. you moan and cry as he repeated the motions, making sure his cock was covered in your slick.

you were so wet at this point, he could slide in so easily but like a true asshole that he was, he continued to tease you until you were practically begging for it.

"i want to hear you ask for it," he smirked, watching himself play with your clit with the head of his cock, "your pussy looks so pretty and wet spread out for me like this."

"satoru, please," you bite your lip as you tremble beneath him. you had never been so desperate to have a cock inside of you, "just put it in, please."

"how bad do you want it?" his voice drops and he inches the tiniest bit into your flaps. this made your moans loudly and you try to push the tip in further but his large hand stops your hip, "don't fucking move. it goes in when i want it to, got it?"

you nod but you're greeted with a slap, "use that pretty mouth of yours to talk."

"y-yes."

"yes what?"

you look up at him through your lashes, your eyes trailed down at the sight of his giant cock pressed up against your opened pussy while he slid it up and down. "y-yes daddy, i understand," you closed your eyes, feeling shy as this was your first time calling someone daddy.

you scream when he slams his entire cock into you, not giving you any chance to adjust to his size. it hurt initially but you feel yourself loosen as he rams in and out of you like a deranged dog.

"oh fuck!" you cried out loud as he continued to fuck you at lightning speed, "fuck, that feels so fucking good daddy."

"yeah?" he snarled, slapping your cheek again, "look at you acting like a little slut right after you've been playing hard to get. i told you that you'd want to fuck. you love this cock don't you?"

"yes, i love your cock daddy," you scream into your arms, trying to hold back the tears.

you felt so dirty to be fucked out on a balcony, knowing anyone could be watching from the neighbouring buildings. satoru pulled out all of a sudden, "turn around with your ass up."

you follow his command and get into position, squealing at the harsh slap against your cheek. he bends down before you and licks your throbbing pussy, giving your clit a few rubs before slipping his cock back in.

"you're stretched out nice and good for me," he muttered as he watches himself slip in and out of you. he groans as he you pulsate around him, stopping for a moment.

you clench yourself down with every stroke, wanting him to pound you harder. "satoru, fuck me," you mumbled, looking over your shoulder.

he slaps your ass again and you let out a small moan from the pain, "you don't call me that."

"daddy, can't you fuck me harder?" you correct yourself, giving him a small pout.

you see his orbs flash with lust and you feel his length slowly pull out then thrust itself back into you, his balls hitting you as he repeated the motion. each thrust was getting harder until your face was pushed into the couch, muffling your screams of pleasure.

"is this hard enough for you priness?" he groaned into your ear, his fingers rubbing figure eights onto your clit.

you nod, your brain was too fucked out for you to say anything. it wasn't long until you find yourself shaking all over his cock, your second round of cum spilling all over it.

he moans in pure bliss at the feeling of your warm cum washing over him and drip out of your hole. he continues to fuck you, slow and hard, enjoying the view of your pretty hole that was drenched in your mixture.

"i-it's too sensitive," you shake your head and drop to the couch as you weren't able to hold yourself up.

"aw i'm sorry baby," he shifts his weight onto you, his cock was pushed so deep inside of you, it was starting to hurt at the over sensitivity, "i'm just enjoying every moment of this, you're going to be a good girl and take it until i cum all over this pretty ass of yours."

you nod and he continues to thrust deep inside of you. his movements start to become uneven and slowed until he hastily pulled out and you feel the hot liquid shoot onto your cheeks.

"fuck," he whined breathlessly, shutting his eyes and throwing his head back.

he quickly grabbed a towel from a basket and wiped you down so you could sit up. both of you were breathless and sweating, unable to talk for a moment.

you feel awkward and hastily pick up the shirt from the ground, pulling it back on.

"i prefer it off," he grinned, still naked from head to toe, "you're sleeping in my bed tonight by the way."

you don't say anything and follow him back inside, letting him hold your hand as you walked.

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PART 3 OUT

thanks if u read it this far ! im not too happy about this part, kinda feels a bit too long so lmk ur thoughts !!! this is my first time writing smut so she's a little rough but she'll get there

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Anonymous asked;

"among the men, which one would you think would be into praising and/or degrading? (? Forgotten Part ?) I'd like to know what you think(?) about this, Pill. 🤔"

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Small Note because Pill's dumb; Before I start this, I want to say sorry for not being able to tag you! My dumb Plastic Body and medicine filled self posted the draft on accident and I wasn't sure on how to bring the question back after I deleted it in a panic. I forgot every word, except for a few (fortunately), I was so excited to answer it too, I'm so sorry to disappoint. And I hope this makes up for my mistake!

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Second Person Perspective.

Pronouns used for reader; None, only 'You', 'Your', etc...

Prompt;

"For the men who likes to praise their lover, raise your hands. If you like to degrade them, keep your hands down." (In a nice way.)

Aamon - Praising.

I mean, have you realized how much he kept sacrificing for his family? Why in the world would he make you feel degraded, in a situation that's supposed to be intimate?

Just imagine him praising the shit out of your insecurities while he thrusts deep into your needy hole.

If you're into degrading, however, he'll try his best to improve his dirty talk towards you. He'll probably be into it after getting used to it, but no promises.

Will be flustered if you praise him. Or even degrade him! He would be flustered either way.

Imagine looking up at his focused face while he thrusts into you, say one praise, one degrading comment, and his thrusts would falter, while his face would turn red. Adorable.

"My love.. you're taking me in so well, I'm so deep inside you, yet you're still sucking me in. You want to make a heir for the family? You want to, right? My love?"

Aldous - Neutral.

He's dead set on guarding the Minoan Labyrinth. He never really figured out what he's into. He was never greedy for wealth, or anything. Only that he's loyal to you and he should do his duty.

One thing's for sure, he's afraid to hurt you during sex. He'll try his best to not hurt you with his humongous, scaly, and tough hand. But both of you know you'll find a scratch or two the next day.

While on the topic about how he acts during sex, he'll never take of his mask, but he would rub soothing shapes into a part of you that he scratched with his other arm.

If you're into degrading, he would be conflicted. But after you degrade him— tell him that he couldn't fuck you better. He'll go feral.

If you're into praising. Pull down his hood, run your hand through his hair, say a praise, and he would fall for you harder. Thrusts becoming softer and his mask would be slipping from his face.

Wanna hear what he says during his climax? "Feels... so... good. I'm never letting go of you. I'm not leaving you, I'll protect you. Like how I protect the Labrynth. I love you."

Alpha - Both.

He scans you all the time. He knows how to make you feel good, with or without using words. Also, he's a humanoid robot, whatever you like— He'll try to like it as well. To understand of course!

Imagine him lowering his lips close to your neck and whispering something degrading, but he'll follow it up with the most adoring praise that someone could say to you.

Will use his scanning feature to either praise you for taking his whole length, or either mock you for nearly passing out.

If you think you can make him flustered while he's too far in, and could be considered as drunk from your sex, believe me. You won't. He'll simply laugh and make you flustered instead.

If you've been a brat to him, rest assured he'll treat you like one. Maybe even have Beta to record so you'll have some lessons to re-listen to.

"You should be absolutely nothing to a humanoid robot like me, yet you have to swoop in and mess up my programming. Beta's recording this, and we'll rewatch it over and over again."

Alucard - Degrading.

Absolute narcissist if you aren't there to put him in his spot. So he often switches up on his dirty talk during sex, which is easier said than done. Why..?

Because he sucks at trying to talk while he's burried deep inside you because you just feel so amazing. He's like that one jock that acts tough but is a massive sub-switch in bed. He still tries though.

Alucard's a demon hunter that's desperate for release, but is in denial because of that fact. He tries everything to push the desperate thoughts away by; Degrading you.

Just imagine him desperately humping into you after trying to cum from jacking off. He'll beg for your forgiveness and ask you to push his cock into your hole. Then say a degrading comment, after that, he'll start to cry. It's not because he felt hurt, it's because he got turned on even more by your comment.

You know how he brags about his strength in his voice lines? Imagine his voice and raise it up, there. You got your whiny, subby Alucard voice.

"You're a- a fucking bratty slut— hnn! Making me wait to fuck you into oblivion. You're my- slu—aaht!"

Argus - Degrading.

He's been neglected of what he deserved, ever since he was born. Of course he'll want to take that anger out on someone by degrading them. That someone was; You.

His trust issues made him really vulnerable to your love. That's why he tries to be as horrible as possible, to prove that you're only loving him out of pity. Never caring for your well-being during sex.

You'll prove him wrong though. You take his insults and turn them into soft, degrading praises, which in return, discourages Argus from not loving you more than you love him.

But keep this in mind. He developed a kink from degrading you, and making himself feel better about himself. So you better let him degrade you, so you can degrade, and praise him back.

Think about how he'll use his powers when you scratch his body. He'll let you scratch him as hard as you can, and then he'll pound into you harder. Laughing at your cry of surprise.

"Do you realize what kind of situation you got yourself into? You made me fall inlove, now, you have to take every, single, pleasure I give you until I'm satisfied."

Brody - Praising.

His tragic backstory proves a lot about how much he loved, and wanted everyone he knew back. He'd never risk losing you as well. So he does his best to make you feel loved, and protect you while doing so.

Also, he never had someone to love before. So you agreed to let him explore his kinks. After awhile, he found out that praising you, hearing your whines of happiness was the best thing he loved to do for you.

Push in a small praise of reassurance for him, and he'll sputter out 'I love you's', and 'thank you's' because you're the one that never fell out of his protective grasp.

Tie his hair up with your hand and imagine his reaction. If you can't, then I'm telling you. The glint in his eyes would grow brighter, and he would tear up from feeling loved.

Imagine he just kisses you while pushing inside you, and he whispers a praise that makes you feel dizzy. He's just too loving for you to degrade him!

"Thank you.. thank you so much for not leaving me. I'm never letting go of you until I die. I promise, because you're so good to me."

Bruno - Praising.

But seriously, his compassion and the impossible amount of love for you shows more than what you bargained for.

Even if you pissed him off, he'll find a way to make you feel guilty and loved at the same time. With only a praise, this man will make you fall to his control in no time. He has the power to kill you with praises!

Also, think about his smirk after you whine at his praise. He'll never let you hear the end of his countless praise because of your adorable voice. Can you really blame him? He just admires you that much and loves you a lot.

Push his hips by using your legs. See how that turns out? He goes insane and almost raps about how bold you were getting during sex. Seriously.

Before I forget, Bruno loves to tease you when you completely get embarrassed because of his words. He's desperate to see you like that and would fuck you every hour if he has to.

"Your whines sounds so cute! Can you make more for me? Come on, I know you can. Should I just force it out of you? Win another game of ours? Fuck you dumb so you can follow my every instruction?"

Chou - Praising.

His desire to bring justice definitely puts you in a position where he worships you like his soulmate. He'll love to praise you, and give you long and meaningful kisses while you two do it!

As well-mannered as he is, he is quite messy on his word picking. He'll mispronounce a word or two, but it's settled that he'll make you feel butterflies, 'No matter what'.

Try to feel his shaky hands caressing your face, with a praise that you'll surely get butterflies from. If you imagined it right— That's how much he worships you.

Do you know how to return the favor during it? Run your hands through his fluffy hair, and cry out a soft 'thank you' for his love. He'll definitely follow your gratitude with another praise that repeats the cycle.

By the way, you giving him everything makes him feel entitled to do anything for you. So... you kind of have a loyal puppy that is eternally grateful for everything you do to him, with praises that make you feel grateful as well!

"You're the only one that can bring me to my knees. Both in an appropriate, and.. inappropriate way. Please take it, take my gratitude and my love. Let me keep pushing it inside you until we both lose our minds."

Claude - Praising.

Do I have to say more about how he loves you and your beautifully formed body? In his words, no valuable in the world could compare to your beauty. Seriously! He'll dress you up in tons of outfts to prove that.

He loves to praise you, as much as he loves to be greedy with a bunch of valuables that is close to his grasp. As much as he'd like to swoop your heart again, he already has it.

Think about how much he'll tell you you're precious to him while he takes it slow with you. Undressing you from the outfit he bought and kissing your shoulder after he's done.

Wanna make him forget a robbery he's supposed to do after you two are done? Praise him for being able to take care of Dexter, because that monkey was like a child.

One thing about his praises, is that it always follows up with a gem being placed inside the locket around your neck. Like; He'll distract you with numerous amounts of praise, and after that. You'll hear the familiar click of your locket.

"That's my precious gem, always ready to take my gifts for them. You're shining so much from the cum you keep giving me. You're such a sweetheart, spoling me in this way."

Clint - Neutral.

He fights crime in the name of justice. And since fighting crime is his gig, and he always come to people in need of rescuing, he doesn't really have the time to choose on whether or not he should be praising you or doing the opposite.

Instead, he just shows his love for you during sex silently. Holding your hand and stroking your sides to make you feel shivers down your spine.

When he doesn't say anything, you'll do it for him. Praising him if he needs to just show his love to you, degrading him if he became too rough with you. Even though he'll just be more rough with you right after you say that.

Once he takes off his hat after the second round, you know you're fucked. Because he wants to say a lot of things, but can't because his throat is too exhausted from the day.

Also, if he takes one look of the gun that was discarded on the floor, he'll battle himself mentally if he could ask you to roleplay or not— Thus making him more rougher and ignorant of your cries of overstimulation.

Hear him out on this one.. "'M gonna take ya out on a nice date right after this. Make ya feel loved like the good, amazin' person you are for being loyal to me as well."

Dyrroth - Degrading.

You can possibly figure out why he likes to degrade, and take control over you during sex. If not, it's because he's been kidnapped, and trained ever since he started growing. That's why.

Don't be mad when he insults you for not taking his instructions seriously. He just wants to feel like he's in control for once, and you messing up makes him upset.

Do you wanna compete with him in degrading? Yeah? Well don't, he'll destroy you with disgraceful comments that makes you think he hates you. But he really doesn't. It's only because you ticked him off that made him mad.

Imagine he grabs your neck and mocks you for crying. But later on, he asks for forgiveness and cuddles you to sleep after cleaning you up.

I can't really provide you in any scenario that you get your way. But there is one thing. If you're having a cuddly sex dream, and Dyrroth notices. You technically get what you wanted from him. Cuddly sex.

"You're like a fucking slut for my demon cock. You think you can get your way? Nooo, you can't, and I'm gonna ruin your perfect picture if you disobey me, even once."

Estes - Praising.

Since he's more overprotective of you than anything, I can't imagine him having the guts to degrade you. He thinks it's too risky, and decides to abide by his hopes and showers you unconditionally with praises.

He loves to have eye contact with you while he praises you. You can't tell me otherwise, since he gives off the vibes that he puts effort into making every moment with you as romantic as possible.

Think about how lovestruck he would be while you to made love. His mind would jumble up at the sight of you, and he'll kiss you longingly, and praise you one last time after you both finish.

Whisper something sinfully innocent next to his ear, and he's immediately humping and grinding inside you within seconds. His morals will probably be scratched of his mind for a few hours.

Imagine him just reading out a book full of protection, and healing spells while you cockwarm him. And after he finishes, he kisses you and tells you how good you were for being so patient with him.

"You're my heaven in this world, my dear. I know you can feel me going in... and out of you. Do you want me to make you carry the next generation of elves? Do you want that, for us, my dear?"

Granger - Both.

A secretive guy like him is unpredictable. So if you see him preparing to say something during sex— expect the unexpected. Like a praise, or a degrading insult. Whichever one it is, you should try to expect it.

He leans towards praising, because you make the most beautiful moans when he does that. But it some occasions, if he wants to hear a soft crack in your voice, he'll lean towards degrading without hesitation.

Think about how much he's desperate for your voice. He'll do anything you like just so you can make those noises for his greedy ears over and over again.

Want to hear a noise from him? Well, whisper breathily in his ear about something suggestive, and he'll do just that. Who was he to resist your voice anyways?

Imagine he just makes you play the violin with him slowly sheathing himself inside you. That's the definition of pleasurable music practice. If not. Both of you love it either way.

"That's it. Play the A7 key, keep playing it while I finish pushing myself inside you, okay? Oh, your finger is loosening up. I should stop until you compose yourself. Hm?"

Gusion - Degrading.

There'll be a lot of misunderstandings between you two, so it's probably reasonable that he likes to degrade you a lot during bed. If you're comfortable that is, which in most cases, you are.

He's not really mean to you, and doesn't act like you really are the words he insulted you with. You're his whole world, so please don't take his degrading words seriously! He really loves you!

By the way, pretend you're struggling to slap him with an insult. It'll surely spurr him on to fuck you harder, and degrade you even more.

Scratch his back for a bit. Check his reaction and enjoy how much his face looks so fucked out after you continue doing it. He's played with knives before, and your nails scratching him reminds him about his amazing training.

Imagine he just pulls out his knife and makes you say that you're his slut while slowly slowing down his thrusts until you say it. Abolutely terrifying but exciting at the same time.

"C'mon slut. It's that easy, only three words. And I'll stop pointing my knife at you. Can't you say it for me? There you go. That's my good slut."

Hayabusa - Praising.

You know how he was arranged to marry Hanabi from the start? Well, after finding you, he used every bit of his energy to shoo away the degrading thoughts you have for yourself.

If he ever once hear you degrade yourself infront of him, get ready to either be greeted with lovely poems, gifts. Or, a sensual night in your rooms. It's his mission to praise you until you gain confidence in yourself!

Also, he's not the only one that likes to praise you. You enjoy praising him to remind him that he shouldn't bear the burden that was put onto his shoulder.

Want to do exactly just that? Pull him closer to you and press your lips againts the mask over his mouth. Whisper to him that he's been so good to you. And he'll melt.

Hayabusa will try so hard just to make you feel good. Including overstimulating your pleasure so he could know that you truly felt good with him, not just pretending for his sake.

"My only goal is to prove to you that I love you. I can't stop doing this until you say that you love me, cry out my name in pleasure. I'll stop my mission in being the next Akakage to be with you."

Johnson - Neutral.

Him being a quarterback has its setbacks, he can't make love to you unless there is just a sliver of time that's given to the both of you. So, naturally, he can't just praise you, or degrade you during it.

He does however, have a habit of caressing your small body. In a way, that's his version of praising you. Rubbing your nipples when you make a noise he likes, or squeezing your hips when you clench around him.

He mostly just groan out when you two do it. But on some rare occasions, he'll praise you, and you'll praise him back. It's adorable how there will be a soft red tint on the lights of his cyborg body.

Pull him down and kiss the metal part of his forehead to tease him, he'll whine and nuzzle your face after you turn away. Not giving him the kisses he deserves. :(

Imagine he's just destroying your hole, then randomly stops because you made a praise about his old self. But don't think he got upset! He was just stunned because his confidence raised even more than before.

"I promise you one day, when all the fighting has finally stopped. I'll make you fel better. Let you ride me while I'm in my car form. You'd like that, right? You'd like to do that with me?"

Khufra - Degrading.

He's a selfish man, who's lost the only lover who betrayed him. Of course he wants to just throw insults at you to finally get rid of the grudge he has againts love.

He still tries to praise you though, he wants to give love a chance because of how you were so lovable. But unforunately, he's been used to degrading you that he can't praise you without having full control of himself.

Think about how he'll use his raw strength to push you down and degrade you for not being able to keep your composure during sex. Simple way to keep his sub, you, under his control.

You better not be sensitive, because he's brutal and not shameless about degrading you. Even if you cry at his words, he wouldn't care, because he thought it's just a thing you do in having sex for a long period of time.

If you beg for him to continue, his power would grow, and he'll go even harder on you. Even if you beg for him to stop after your fifth orgasm.

"You wanted this with me, and you're gonna take it how my lover should. See?! That's what I mean, you're crying despite agreeing to being with me. You're pathetic."

Lancelot - Praising.

Do I really have to say more on why he loves to praise you? Or more precisely, himself? If yes, it's easily because of how much of a narcissist he is and how awestruck he was, to both him and you.

He loves to praise you infront of a mirror, half of it is because he truly adored your gorgeous body, and the other half being that he admires how absolulely stunning he was while making love to you.

Nothing can stop him from praising you countless of times during sex. You're the person that humbled him, and he shared the love for himself to you.

Humble the shit out of him by only mildly praising him during sex, it'll force him to fuck you harder and eventually, pry a stronger praise for you. But only a slightly stronger one.

Please don't look away from his eye contact with you! He'll literally sob for hours if you disappoint him like that. Love making should be intimate, so why would you look away from him?

"My rose, don't stop looking at me through the mirror, do you even see how gorgeous you are while we do this? You do, don't you? You see yourself and feel beautiful? No? Well I'm making love to you until you feel that way."

Leomord - Praising.

His desire to protect you and Vexana really put a toll on the never ending despair on his heart. He wanted to run away with you, but with the oath he and his army vowed. The only thing he could do, was to love you in secret.

He wouldn't risk losing you, like the darkness that consumed the once beautiful place he called his home. So he often loves you in every way possible when he could. Behind Vexana's back.

Think about how he would make love to you for hours because Vexana was asleep. He won't stop until you reached your peak for the tenth time, and only then will he cum with you and kiss you like you're the only thing keeping him alive.

Run your hands through his hair and kiss his jaw when he's grinding into you. The loud groan he'll let out will make your praising worth it. He deserves to feel loved as well. Not just you.

Imagine how tight, but gentle he'll hold you when he reaches his end. You can practically feel the love he lets out when you kiss him comfortingly right after. He deserves better than to live an eternal life in the undead. :(

"You're the only thing worth living for, not for Vexana. Not for serving the queen. You're mine, but not in death. But I promise you, I'll join you in the afterlife if I can finally rest. I love you."

Ling - Both.

Hear me out, he's that type of guy that only becomes sweet when he's in a good mood. And becomes sour when he's had a bad day. So either expect a lot of praises in a good day of training, or a lot of insults if he got pissed off by Zilong.

Think about the monotone look in his eyes as he degraded you like it's no problem. Or how much love is filled in them while he praises you. You're surely gonna go insane from those looks.

Imagine he's just sensually thrusting in and out of you, up until the point where you urged him to go faster. That's when he made you stay up until dawn.

Usually, he's okay with a compliment or two from you. But during sex? Oh, it'll make him have butterflies within seconds if you praise him for being so good to you. Bonus points if you tell him he shouldn't be so worked up about Zilong. Because he'll go nuts.

He's bent you over and told you to compliment yourself when you first told him you weren't good enough for him. Took you a few hours of missing training, and a lot of praising from him until you finally did.

"See how you've affected me? I've grown stronger than Zilong, and I want to give you back every bit of energy you've spent training and loving me."

Moskov - Both.

Trust isn't a thing for him, so he had a hard time deciding on whether or not he should give you the love you deserve, or push degrading things into you to see if you really were inlove with someone like him.

Overtime, he became trusting of you, and it became a usual that he switches things up every now and then to fuel his once desire for fun and adventure. Praising being the usual, and degrading being the one every now and then.

Think about the countless things both of you will do, and the way he switches up his dirty talk while doing it. We love a man who can switch up his whole personality to fit your desires. >v<

One thing he likes you to whisper to him is something along the lines of; 'You're so excited for this', or 'Bet you're gonna do another one to destroy me again?' — Believe me. He won't believe that he got you as a lover.

Imagine both of you are fucking in a few sets of trees, and you whisper that he couldn't destroy those trees with only his spear. Oh boy, does he prove you wrong by fucking you harder and almost destroying the whole patch of trees.

"You earning my trust is something I don't regret. I love you, I really do. But beware, you're my lover, and you shouldn't betray me. Or else death will be the only thing left for you on the other side."

Natan - Both.

Well he doesn't know whether he's spouting out praises or degrading. You just have to deal with him saying sorry if he degraded you. Even if you enjoyed his insults.

He's the sweetest of hearts when you praise him back. So you better do it, or else he's just treating you like he does, every other day.

But when you degrade him? Whooo, weee, be prepared for a three day break about him trying to prove to you he's not what you said, because he's upset.

Wanna know how much he sucks at identifying the difference between the two? He's stumbling on his words and losing his composure when he tries his best to praise you.

Do you enjoy being overstimulated until you lose your mind? Tease him by saying he doesn't know how to manage his time well. You'll know how he could get carried away while fucking you senseless for the nth round.

"It's only been five minutes since your previous orgasm, and you're cumming again? I thought you said I couldn't manage and keep track of time, love. Can you even last thirty minutes without cumming?

Paquito - Praising.

First of all, he's never been the one to make you think less of yourself, because it's always reminded him how cruel the world would be in deciding who should fight who. So he never once used harsh words on you, even outside of sex. Like how it should be.

And second, he's scared to lose control of the amount of overwhelming powers in his fists. He keeps his mind in check every time you two do it together.

In most cases, you try to make him let go, because you were afraid he'll bottle up his frustration and possibly leave you for someone who could take him.

The moment he lost control, you found out he still loves to praise you, which made you relax your anxiety. But he fucks you like an animal in heat. Taking his frustration out on you like he wanted.

Praise him about how much he was worth because of how many people he saved and protected. Do it, and he'll have nothing on his mind than to pleasure you.

"You being like this makes me want to go harder on you. But please, tell me that you can really take it, I love and care for you. I don't want you to feel scared because of how ruthless I'll be when I fully let go."

Roger - Praising.

He's been forced to run away from his home because of the wolf's dark intentions. So seeing you, and finding out that he can block out the wolf's dark side made him love you than when he first found you.

You know how wolves tend to mate with only one lover in their lifetime? That's exactly how you and Roger worked. And he always praises you during it, in hopes of creating his own pups with you.

Run your fingers along his scars and kiss the corner of his lip. He'd go full on breeding mode from that and won't stop until he's exhausted.

During it, keep praising him to spurr him on further, to the point where you will be the one to beg for him to stop. Rather than him pleading for the lust ravenous side of him to calm down.

Expect a lot of praises from him during aftercare though. He's genuinely sorry for making your body sore and would soothe the aching in parts that he hit too hard on.

"My mate, you're my mate. The one who made me control myself. I want to make you feel good. Breed you with my pups. Can I? Please? My darling mate? Can I make you carry our pups? I promise I'll love them, I promise I'll love you."

Saber - Degrading.

Unlike Alpha, he totally doesn't scan how he can pleasure you. He instead does it to see how much you suffer from his words. He's like a sadist that barely has an ounce of love for you. But only because he was programmed to be like that!

If you can crack his code, you'll see the endless love and desire for you. Although that won't change his degrading, it will change how he describes it.

He'll tell you how much you're suffering for his pleasure, and add in a sliver of reassurance to make you remember that he does care for your well-being. Those small words surprise you each time.

On him being on the receiving end however.. you should pick out your words carefully. Because if he hits your spot, and you mess up interpreting a word, he'll get mad and fuck you dumb.

Imagine his stoic expression after you started crying. You knew fully well that he was scanning you, then he started smiling. Telling you that he's overheating and should get away to lower his temperature. You'd cry from him leaving you unfinished.

"Can you understand that you're fucking with a robot that's meant to destroy, and get revenge on your Uncle's companions? Aren't you a pathetic fucking bimbo that keeps taking in my insults."

Sun - Praising.

His patience is quite unbelievable, and him being able to praise you because of how warm he was, proves that he has a lot of love to give to you. Why? Because you waited for him to come back.

Even though dating a monkey was odd, the whispers weren't worth to listen to because of how sweet he was in bed. Literally chuckling out his enthusiastic praises for you and loving you until the whole day passed.

Oh, and with the amount of clones he can create? He'll make sure he knows you feel loved, inside and out. Sometimes, he'll even let a clone of your choice join in on the fun.

Also, if you try to praise him, you don't stand a chance againts him and his clones! The original Sun will just hump into your tight harder while the rest covers your words with theirs. @~@

Imagine trying so hard to praise Sun, that he just gently covers your mouth, shushes you and speeds up on his thrusts. Please don't interrupt him!, he just wants you to feel loved. Not him, despite the probable centuries he's been waiting for that moment.

"The patience I had was because of my hopes in finding you, and loving you again. Here you are in my arms now, I knew you were the one. We're meant to be, and I love you until we both lose our patience."

Tigreal - Praising.

Have you seen this guy? Think about how big his cock will be, and then you'll know why he keeps praising you while you take it.

Also, think about the guilt he has for the countless soldiers that died from his leadership. He doesn't trust himself about letting go and praises you so you don't leave him.

He's also afraid to hurt you, his hands are calloused, and he thinks that his grip felt uncomfortable for you. Which is untrue, but you had to settle with his praises for him and you after you failed to convince him otherwise.

If the day has been stressful for him, feel free to imagine how ruthless he will be towards your body. Holding your hips while he uses you like a fleshlight, yet he praises you like a god/goddess.

He visibly struggles not to lose his mind and let his kinks take over after seeing you so fucked dumb over his cock. Let the man be, he just wants to protect you from everything, and himself.

"That's it, that's my beautiful warrior taking me so well. A little bit more, and I'll start. Don't cry okay? Hold me if you feel like you're gonna break, because I'll protect you in any way I can."

Vale - Praising.

One of the few reasons why he likes to praise you, is because he doesn't want to become impatient, like the last fight with his former childhood friend. He doesn't want to scare you off by going too fast with you.

He always has a way to surprise you, and praise you with small notes using the wind whenever he was away to god knows where. So you know fully well that he was still inlove with you, as much as you were inlove with him too.

One thing he's done that made you pin your love to him, is that in one time, he raised you in the air. Still fully inside you while making you look at the sky. Whispering how nice it was, but how gorgeous you were than it. It truly made you fall inlove.

Think of how much he'll use his powers to show you how much beautiful you were than anything else. He'll spoil you with confidence, and make you forget he's still fucking himself into you.

Wanna make him flustered now? Blow softly into his ear and whisper how much of a good boy he was to you. Just do it and imagine the rest. *◇*

"You feel as good as how much the wind blows freely through the wind. You're truly agonizing for my small heart. But I still love you, even more than my love for the wind."

Valir - Praising.

His overwhelming powers had him worried that you'll be scared off, so he tries every bit of his hours to prove to you that he's not a threat, only to find out that you really didn't mind.

He was more comfortable at your explanation and became more and more open with his praises, and touches that he was hesitant to give you before.

Tell this man to do something sexual, and watch how his face suddenly flares into a small fire. But then, laugh and praise him for reacting so lightly. Imagine what he would do to you right after making him lust for you.

Wanna guess how he calms you down if you feel too overstimulated with his never ending thrusts? Using his controlled fire and rubbing it againts the ache in your abdomen. Listen to the praises he has in store for you, because it's worth it.

Please give this man a chance for your love. He won't stop loving you for giving him patience to wait for Vale, I promise! ~<~

"You're the one I'll love and worship forever. I promise you I won't stop loving you, and will keep making you feel loved if you stay with me. I love you so much."

Xavier - Praising.

His passion is literally the one that helps with the praises he says to you. And the fact that you brought him his passion back, made him feel like he owe every ounce of it to you. So he never stops praising you for it.

The amount of love he has in store for you, it'll drive you nuts. Because you can't make him lose his composure in any point in time. Even sex!

There is one incident though, while he was praising you, and moving his tip along your hole to tease you for a bit, you pushed your hips up and captured his lips as well. He lost it, and moaned loudly into your mouth. That's the first time he lost his composure.

Also, if you try doing that again, add in a sprinkle of.. praise if you don't mind. Make his mind melt because you did the same thing he keeps doing to you! ~v~

Imagine he just uses his magic to keep you in place while you're forced to take in his slow thrusts, and gentle praises. That's one way of defining heaven.

"That's it my dear, give me another one, again. Do it again, there you go..~, that's my little pup being so well to me. And cumming with my permission."

Yi Sun-Shin - Praising.

The leadership this guy has tires him a lot. I beg of you, let him spew loving praises into your ear once he gets to you and makes love with you. He deserves more than him being able to remember the past incidents..

But don't forget to love him either! Tell him how much he worked hard for you and the town and convince him to rest after you two finish. His heart will be at peace if you do.

Imagine him just cupping your face and pulling you to his face. Not to kiss you, but to admire you while he slowed down his thrusts to only grind on you. He's a hopeless romatic for you.

On the other hand, in some days where he's stressed, lay him down and purr praises into his ear while you ride him. He'll take control after you both finished your first orgasm together.

Your relationship dynamic and sex life is like.. Give, give, and receive— this is from everyone else's perspective. But behind closed doors, both of you make sure to keep it even.

"Exploring the oceans is something I can't stop doing, but making love to you like this... seeing your eyes glaze up from pleasure. I can stop for a moment just to see this for a moment."

Yu Zhong - Praising.

He has good intentions, but the way he shows it to you is just really messy. And more often than not, he ends up hurting your feelings on accident.

But please forgive him, he really tries to not hurt you! The uncontrollable form that keeps subconsciously devouring his body just makes it hard for him to love you like in the past.

Reassure him that you didn't mean to lash out on him for hurting you when you two try to make up by doing it again. He'll resolve, and calm down before nuzzling againts your neck and making love to you all night.

Don't be surprised when he suddenly goes hard on you when you moan his name, he tries to take his mind off of transforming by burrying himself in your pleasure.

When he finally has control of himself, and he explores around with you. You'll realize how much of a softie he is towards you and love making. Snuggle this man with your love. `*♥︎*`

"You're the only person that can keep the monster consuming me inside in control. I love you, I owe everything to you. Please don't push me away when I can't stop.."

Zilong - Both.

Honestly, he's conflicted on whether or not he should praise or degrade you. It's not because he's scared. It's because; He wants to do both, but he can't find the right words for it.

The very first time he did let go and let his mind speak, you turned red and clenched tightly around him. He went insane because of your tight hole clenching around him.

Training is really enjoyable and stressful for him, that's why he's conflicted about the two. His mixed feelings always defines his words during sex.

Imagine you're riding him, and you look down to see his face. His mind would absolutely melt at the sight of your fucked out face. And then, he'll exclaim a loud praise of approval in response.

He absolutely loves it when you degrade him. It'll make him more motivated to fuck you dumb on the matress both of you are having sex in.

"That's your weak spot, yeah? You like it when I hit it don't you? You like being dominated by me? Say you like it, say that you like it. Please!"

I hope you enjoyed reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it! Take care of yourself! <3

[pjsk-writin]

Hey hey! 💕

I have no idea if you’ve done something like this, but could I request Toya and Tsukasa with a reader who has nyctophobia(fear of the dark)? Ofc if this is not understandable feel free to ignore and delete and make sure to be drinking water and watching + taking breaks when you need them!! 💞💞

OK SO to make things easier for me im gonna combine these, I hope you two don't mind!! ty, I'm definitely making sure to take care of myself!! and since 🍁 anon is already taken, welcome aboard 🫧 anon!! I hope you both like this!! <3

♡ FEAR OF THE DARK - Toya Aoyagi, Tsukasa Tenma and Rui Kamishiro x Reader

Toya:

Toya doesn't really like being in the dark, he much prefers to be in the light. You can't really read in the dark-

Because of this, it probably takes him a while to learn about your fear of the dark-

You were at his house, and the two of you were about to go to sleep. He turned off the lights, and you immediately started shaking, asking him to turn them back on

He froze, before immediately turning the lights back on. He turned to you with a frown, "Are you okay?"

You nodded, looking off to the side as you told him about your fear. He nodded, looking off to the side before sitting beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders

"Alright, I'll keep the lights on for tonight." He kisses your forehead before lying down with you

He buys a nightlight for you, and makes sure to direct you away from any places he knows are dark <3

Tsukasa:

Tsukasa also prefers being in the light, as much as a future star shines in the dark, he feels like he shines better in spotlight!

He also takes longer to learn about your fear of the dark-

You were in his room, and he was trying to perform a one-man show for you. For dramatic purposes, he turned off the light without you knowing he would. You gasped before calling his name in a panic

He turned the lights back on with a confused expression. "My co-star? What happened?"

You told him about your fear of the dark, and his eyes widened before he dropped to his knees before you

"Oh my, I'm so sorry- I'll make sure to never do that again! Can I make it up to you with this show?"

He gets glow-in-the-dark stars for his room, and star nightlights are added to any dark places in his house <3

Rui:

Unlike the other two, Rui is used to staying in the dark, he stays up late and doesn't really care how dark his surroundings are as long as he has a light

So, he discovers your fear of the dark early on-

He had invited you to check out his little workshop, and kept the lights off as he stepped in. He told you that you could sit wherever you wanted before walking into the dark, and you called his name in fear

It took him a second to turn on his desk light, but he crossed the room to stand in front of you. "What's wrong, dearest?"

You told him about your fear of the dark, and his eyes went wide before he nodded, turning on the lights for his workshop before holding your hand

"My apologies, I will make sure to have the lights on for you from now on."

He builds you a little flashlight robot to carry with you in case you have to go into any dark places <3

[derangedthots]

Hiiiiiiiiii lovely writer author jacemond wife,

I hope you don’t mind me asking but I got curious about your writing process for FTF & CTF. Like you’re very much aware of where your fic is going what inspired it and already know what would be spoilers and what isn’t for us your in love readers. I hope it’s not a bother to ask and if you don’t wish to answer that completely understandable. I just wondered how you planned out the universe and plot for this ship so effectively and efficiently.

Also i can’t remember if you ever tagged it or not but was there going to be like angst in this fic? (Not asking for like tagging reasons but just because I wondered with Aemond’s personality we’d be getting dumb blond brooding and grandma Vhagar two days away from kidnapping Jace and Aemond to an island and flying away. Targaryens and their emotional constipation feelings about family)

Hope uni is treating you good and Jacemond treats you better!!!

hello my love😊🥰

it's not a bother to ask at all!! (though probably not that interesting to hear haha) i have an overactive imagination that has a tendency to make connections really quickly and if the material i'm working off of is anything based in fantasy, that ability only compounds lol. my brain will make large connections (i.e. major events i want to write/read) first while also running smaller details in the background and the longer i leave both to sit and marinate, the clearer the narrative becomes. it's all very chaotic by nature so i'll try to keep as much as i can organized on a good doc - since i can always delete certain plans later - and just keep reminding myself of where eventually i want the story to end up.

there's a lot of scene/plot planning that happens but i also try to leave myself a lot of room to play outside of stuff i KNOW needs to happen bc i don't want the fic to feel bogged down or like i'm just crossing things off a list. i mentioned in my ch2 author's endnote that i like giving my stories "room to breathe" bc i want them to feel organic rather than mechanical. hitting the right emotional beats is really important to me (what are humans if not highly-emotional beings after all, isn't that just terrible and beautiful?) so there's a lot of internal deliberation abt how characters would respond & react to certain things that i think abt every day in order to avoid the pitfalls of treating them less like complex people and more like hollow puppets on my strings. when i write, i aim to imbue my fics will life and life can lead us down unpredictable, frustrating roads haha

taking all that into account, it's pretty much why i don't have a set update schedule. i tried to do the monthly thing releasing the first ch of CTF a month after FMF but it became clear almost immediately that that wouldn't work just bc, by that point, the story had grown too large for me to tell it the way i felt it needed to be told in such a short time. plus uni responsibilities factors into it too and updates get postponed even longer than i would ever want them to (boo👎🏼👎🏼)

and research, a lot of research goes into me planning these fics lolol and often times bc i haven't read f&b i have to cross out ideas and change certain details i previously (incorrectly) believed and/or don't wanna keep

oof that was so much rambling again😂 but to answer your second question, for some reason i thought i already added the angst tag to CTF and clearly just forgot. ik you said you're not asking for tagging reasons but for me personally, it was v irresponsible of me considering jace has already had at least 2 panic attacks at this point and well...everything else. tagging my fics appropriately is important to me bc i never want to trigger anyone unnecessarily and i know we all have diff thresholds when it comes to how comfortable or uncomfortable we are with certain subjects. i'll add it here in a bit, thank you for reminding me!! it's esp. important bc yeah...there's definitely going to be more angst moving forward...no spoilers tho my mouth is sealed🤐😶‍🌫️

i hope life and jacemond treats you AMAZINGLY😚💕💕