#its kind of thrown together but what can u do

[isa-ah]

i just made a better commission post for my cohost so maybe ill change the one i have here later too.. it includes all 3 of my offered styles instead of just the chibis which is for the best methinks. ill probably update the actual art for it before i do it here too tho

[mummer]

they could never EVER neverrrrrr ever ever do this even ryan condal would never cede such an “iconic” setpiece & “memorable” dialogue and even if he wanted to HBO simply would not allow it but in my minds eye ideal hotd adaptation of the battle of the gods eye completely discards EVERYTHING supposedly recounted/editorialized in fire and blood no anime dialogue no ultra choreographed fight scene no cinematic beautiful shots of the dragons dancing no leaping from dragon to dragon its actually like incredibly fast and loud and incomprehensible to the audience just beasts colliding and ripping each other apart dirt and blood and horrific and disgusting and ultimately super SUPER pathetic ❤️ daemon and aemond dont get to make any epic last stands theres no glorious blaze out, no chilling last words, no grand narrative, in the end it really is just two men thudding to the bottom of a lake and getting eaten by fish. make the craziest climax in the world an anticlimax. ultimate antimoment

[voidimp]

how to organize things when ur a perfectionist & things not having perfect specific places makes u want to rip ur hair out

[nofingjustaninchident]

⛧° sleepy nights - hoo boys

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content: percy jackson, jason grace, leo valdez, frank zhang, luke castellan, charles beckendorf x reader - hcs on how they’d sleep with you

warnings: luke and charlie are 19

a/n: SHE’S BAAAACKK!! i’m finally not sick anymore (very questionable, but i’m definitely better) so i’m back to writing! at least i hope so. you can send your requests, preferably of not so long stuff cause i already have 5 super long drafts lol

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now playing… sweater weather - the neighborhood

Percy Jackson

i honestly believe that he’s an awesome cuddler.

like, i just know that he likes to be the big spoon and wrap his arms around your waist and never EVER let go.

he’d totally lay his head on your shoulder and drool on it.

he plants a lot of tiny little kisses in your neck before you fall asleep.

i like to believe that he snores

but not like super loud snores and they’re not even annoying

its just super cute

and you feel so safe

he’s not super ripped, but he still has abs

so just leaning against them, warm in the night is just so soothing

he sleeps in two positions only, cuddling with you or as a starfish, with legs and arms thrown all over you and the bed

his body is naturally warm

not an uncommon warm, just normal warm

so sleeping with him is always good

whenever you sleep with him, he doesn’t want to get up to school/college the next day

he’s just too comfy to want to let go of you

and, subconsciously, he likes to trace patterns all over the exposed skin of your stomach

overall, a great person to sleep with

Jason Grace

my personal favorite for, uh, unrelated reasons

totally not because he’s literally my dream man no no

but hear me out, you won’t regret it

he’s canonically tall and muscular right

so just imagine resting against his delicious muscular chest and abs-

sorry i trailed off

ANYWAYS

he’s also a cuddler

but he’s kind of stiff in the beginning

like he’s completely touch starved

so he doesn’t really know how to act in situations like this

but the more you’re together the more he feels comfortable to cuddle and squeeze you

he loves to just pull you as close to himself as he can and bury his nose on your hair

because you just smell to good to not do that

he’s also a sweet talker

he just LOVES to whisper cute words in your ear as you’re about to fall asleep

and the first time he told you he loved you was one of these times

you were almost falling asleep in his arms and he just whispered “i love you”

you couldn’t even understand what happened until the next morning

anyways

he is the best person to sleep with

he absolutely loves when you just curl up in a ball beside him while he’s reading

he gets all fuzzy inside

he’s literally melting

he just loves you too much

Leo Valdez

look, don’t get me wrong, i love leo

but i don’t think he’d be the best cuddler in the world

for the simple reason that i think so

if u don’t like it just sush

BUT he absolutely loves to sleep on top of you with his head in your chest

i just know it

this is like super Leo Valdez of him

and you can’t tell me he doesn’t purr when you caress his hair

cause OF COURSE he does that

he’s the best person to sleep with in winter and fall, cause he keeps you warm and happy

but in the summer… not as good, i’ll have to admit

like, he’s too hot

in both senses of the word

so you just get overheated

not that you’re really complaining tho

it’s worth it

oh, and he LOVES to whisper words in spanish in your ear before sleep

if you can’t speak spanish, he’ll say… not so innocent things

our latino king fr fr

and if you can speak spanish he’ll just say how much you smell good or how pretty you are or how much he loves you-

not a cuddler, but a very good person to sleep with anyways

Frank Zhang

he’s tall and muscular

what more can i ask for my personal pillow?

oh, being a lowkey GENTLEMAN with every living being he interacts with

ok maybe that was a little bit out of context

but whatever

back to sleeping with him

if you want a best human pillow, you won’t find it

especially cause charlie died so-

i’m deeply sorry for that. not really.

he loves loves LOVES when you lay on top of him

it’s his favorite position ever

and he also loves when he can hold you

but not literally cuddle

just you laying with him, curled up against his chest but with your face to him, y’know?

i don’t know if it makes much sense

anyways

he likes to braid your hair while you’re falling asleep for you to sleep better

hazel taught him and he absolutely loves to do it in you

in the beginning of the relationship, you usually went to sleep with a dog or a cat

he was too nervous, okay? leave him alone

well, he got over it, thanks to you obviously

but sometimes he still sleeps as a dog

especially if you ask him to do it

he’ll be like “sure, if you want if” but deep down he loves it

it’s just too sooting for him when you curl up against him as a dog and pet his fur

its one of his favorite ways to sleep with you

Luke Castellan

oh, luke

i’ll never admit the uncommonly enormous crush i have on you

he’s just too hot

also i have a thing for blondes (hey jason and annabeth and a lot of other peopleee)

well, enough of me, let’s talk about this walking piece of MEAT

hehehe

he love love loves to sleep cuddled up with you

like, it’s his favorite thing in the world

the only problem (if you consider it a problem. i personally don’t) it’s because he has to sleep holding at least one of your tits

he says it makes him sleep better

technically it does, because his hands are cold and your boobs are warm

but it’s mostly because he really likes ‘em

he’s not gonna tell you that, tho

he loves when you lay on top of him and lets him caress your hair

bros seriously whipped

he’d be damned if you told him you want to sleep alone

he’ll literally become a whiny baby until you surrender

and if you don’t, the next morning he’ll be so grumpy

but that’s obviously until you give him a kiss

if the kiss doesn’t fix, another thing will

cuddles, duh

dirty mind

if you like to wake up early for morning walks, he’ll wake up and watch you get ready

but most likely never join you

Charles Beckendorf

best human pillow EVER

only god knows how much envy i felt from silena for real

he loves cuddling ofc

but it’s not his favorite way of sleeping

he’d rather much more hold you against his chest, arms and legs interlocked

because in that way he can hug, admire and kiss you anytime he wants to

i don’t know if this position makes sense help-

he loves to caress your hair and kiss your head in the process

it’s soothing for him and he knows it’s soothing for you

whenever he comes back from bunker nine super exhausted he just lays down and you hop beside him

and it’s heaven in his eyes

sometimes when things go wrong in a project he's working on he goes straight to your cabin and just stares at you

biggest puppy eyes in the world by the way

he just stares in a way like "please let me sleep here"

and who are you to say no am i right

he LOVES to snuzzle his face in your neck and breath in your scent

he just loves the way you smell

it's just too good to be true

can't take my eyes off of you

sorry i love 10 things i hate about you too much

your smell is one of his favorite things in the whole world

he's just so in love is sickening to anyone who's watching

anyways, cutie pie

a/n pt2: i'm sorry if charlie is short, but im too annoyed right now. i had to rewrite this shit five times because TUMBLR COULDNT SAVE THE FUCKING DRAFT HOLY SHIT- anyways hope u liked

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Hi can u please write about domestic life with Bills Eric Draven? Can there be fluffy and smutty moments? Tyyyy

Boy can I??? I’d be DELIGHTED. His domesticity is all I think about. He’s the sweetest, kindest and most loving bf and you can’t change my mind. I got a little carried away! Hopefully this is what you were wanting! Enjoy doll!

Bf!Eric x gf!reader. Explicit sexual content under the cut, minors dni, oral (f receiving), p in v. brief mentions of drug use, mostly fluffy relationship stuff

It wasn’t entirely easy. You and Eric. The circumstances under which you met and the nature of the both of you was quite dysfunctional. You were chaos, and he was a mess. But it worked. The two of you. You worked perfectly. You weren’t sure what it was, you had never been able to maintain a healthy relationship with anyone. But it was almost like you were meant to be together. If you didn’t believe in the whole soulmates thing, you started to believe it when you met Eric.

He was so unreal, so out of this world. He was always by your side, fingers laced with yours, arm thrown over your shoulder. He always had to be touching you, whether it was something as little as holding your hand, or going as far as putting you in a matting press when he fucked you, because he hated the idea of not being as close to you as possible. He never meant to, he didn’t even know what it was. He just did it one day. Your knees damn near next to your head, your body nearly folded in half as he draped his body over yours. You didn’t even know your body could bend this way. But god this you like it. How deep he could be this way. And you had him so close you could hear his little sounds, his hard breathing and his soft grunts.

He always felt a little bad, manhandling you around like you were nothing. If he wasn’t bending your body in ways you didn’t think were human, he was putting you in a headlock as he took you from behind, one arm draped around your neck from shoulder to shoulder. He just wanted you close, afraid you’d run away. But he sometimes forgot to take it easy on you. You always assured him you were more than happy with him, that he wouldn’t hurt you. Deep down it made you all kinds of earn to know you could arise such passions from him. For someone so morbidly quiet and nonchalant, Eric was very intense and passionate lover.

“It’s okay, baby. I got you. You’re doing so good.” He would tell you, his voice soft and quiet in your ear, grounding you as his cock fucked you into nothing. “I just want to make you feel good, hm? Just want to make you feel good. That’s what you deserve.”

“I don’t deserve this. You’re too good for me.” He would say, his lips on your cheek as quiet moans spilled from your lips. “You’re just so… I can’t believe you’re all mine.” His name falling from your lips would be the end of him. So soft and desperate for him. He didn’t have much experience before you, but now he just can’t get enough of you. He wanted to be all over you at all times it actually upset him when you had to leave or when he did.9

But he was also oh so kind, so gentle and patient with you. He always followed you around like an oversized puppy, quietly listening to whatever tangent you would go on about. You could be cursing up a storm (albeit not directed at him) and he would take it with a straight face and big eyes. And it was often that nothing more but his presence would calm you down, center you.

“How do you do it?” You asked him one day, hot tears staining your face after a day of one stressor after another. Eric had managed to get you on the couch where he silently sat you down on his lap. You almost immediately curled up into his lap, legs tucked under you and your head on his chest. You felt an almost instant sense of relief and peace fill you, and you were sighing deeply, feeling your heart slow its fast beating.

“Do what?” He asked you softly, his fingers massaging your head calmly. You rested your hand on his chest, eyes closed.

“This. You calm me down. I was crying two minutes ago and now I feel… okay.” You felt him shrug under you and when you looked up he had a smile on his face. That smile could make you forget any grief or sadness you might have, because none of it really mattered.

But it wasn’t just him who could bring you peace, you were his, too. His lows weren’t as intense or visible as yours, but when he was at his low, he was at an all time low. He wouldn’t speak, he wouldn’t eat, he would just go about his day like a corpse, eyes dead and empty and his mind elsewhere. You understood he had his issues too, so you tried to be there for him without pushing him. You were more subtle. You’d make him dinner, you’d invite him to watch a movie with you. And you’d tangle up with him on the couch as you all but forced him to eat, and you’d talk to him about your day. But something so small always meant so much to him. He couldn’t help the way he felt, he couldn’t help his negative thoughts that drove him to do drugs in the first place, but having you around to remind him someone in this world loved and cared for him, it made it all a little bit easier.

Eric started to bring you flowers one day. Every week once a week, he could come home with your favorite flowers. He alternated colors. With a sheepish smile he’d stand in the doorway with his hands behind his back. And the way he would look at you when gushed about how pretty they were was like he was looking at the most beautiful thing in the world, the only one that mattered. And to him you were. Seeing that smile on your face was the only thing he ever wanted to do.

“You like them?” He would ask as if it wasn’t obvious, but he’d do it just to hear you giggle and watch you all but skip to put them in water. “Yeah? I saw them and thought about you.”

He always thought about you. There wasn’t a single waking second where he didn’t. You were good for him. And he knew that. He didn’t need anything else to fill the emptiness in his chest because he had you. You had filled that hole and he made sure you knew that everyday.

Eric had many ways to show his love and devotion for you. He wrote you poems, he drew for you, you had so many sketches you have started to run out of places to hang them, but this one was by far his favorite. He could spend literal hours between your legs. He absolutely loved it. He was absolutely obsessed with it.

“E-Eric.. Please.” You were shaking, sweating, incoherent as his tongue circled on your clit, his long fingers fucking you through your, fourth, fifth? You stopped keeping count. He had been down there for an eternity. He just kept asking for one more, just one more and he’d leave you alone. But it wasn’t enough. He was quite obsessive with the things he wanted.

But he figured he’d have to give you a break eventually. He was also painfully hard.

“I’m sorry baby.” He muttered softly as he crawled up your body, using the back of his hand to wipe the mess you had made, but his plush lips were still bright red and glistening. “You know I get carried away sometimes… You’re just so..”

He would kiss your face, brush your hair, soothe you back into a functioning human being. It wasn’t often that Eric vocalized his thoughts, but in moments like this when he felt safe and comfortable enough to be vulnerable, he would tell you all about how pretty you were, how talented you were, how much he loved you.

Eric was always full of surprises. He was quiet and nonchalant, but he was impulsive. You learned that very quickly.

“Baby?” You heard Eric call out to you as he came into the loft. You sat on the computer as you listened to one of his recordings. He had asked you to help him out since he really wanted to start pursuing his music and art now that he actually had someone that supported him.

With a smile, you took your headphones off and went to greet him, but you immediately frowned when you saw him hold something wrapped up in his hoodie.

“Hey, whatcha got there?” You stood up, approaching him with narrowed eyes as he broke out a smile.

“I’m sorry. I just found it, I just.. I felt bad.” He pulled down his hoodie to reveal a precious little kitten. A black ball of fur coating its little face. Your heart immediately sank and you wanted to cry.

“Oh my god, Eric.” You took the kitten into your hands and your eyes started watering as you hugged it. Eric wasn’t sure what to make of your reaction. Did you hate it? Were you upset?

“No, baby, I’m sorry. I found it outside, it’s kinda cold and it was drinking from a puddle. I didn’t want a car to hit it. We don’t have to keep it if you don’t want to, we can take it to a shelter or something.” He started to mumble, a hand coming to rub the back of his head and his lips fell open when he saw a tear fall down your cheek. He approached you, reaching to grab your face. “Please don’t cry.”

“No… No Eric I’m not..” You sniffled, laughing softly through your tears as you leaned into Eric’s chest while still hugging the now purring black ball of fur. “I’m not upset at all. It’s just… I’ve never had my own pet before. And it’s so cute, can we keep it, please? It’d be our little child.”

The way you looked at him with big pleading eyes made him feel so warm, he never thought he’d feel something like this. He smiled, nodding as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Of course we can keep it. He’s kinda cute, right?” Eric chuckled as he scratched the little one’s head.

“Or she.”

Your little ball of fur wasn’t the only thing you and Eric shared. You got so many matching tattoos it was concerning. Your friends and family had even told you it was odd to get tattoos with a guy you had been dating for only a few months. But it didn’t matter to you. You didn’t know why, but deep down you knew your connection with Eric was out of this world. So what were a couple tattoos? You loved that you had a physical reminder of your connection with him. The feelings deep within your souls were forever marked on your skin, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Truth was, Eric loved tracing each and every one of your tattoos. He traced his fingers over the fine lines, traced the words, he traced his lips over them too. He particularly loved the ones on your back and on your stomach, the ones no one but him could see. They were his little secret.

You matched each other perfectly, in every way.

[bloodchapell]

second hangout - armin a.

brief summary: what if the “there is only one bed” moment happened at the library? you arrange a second hangout for you and armin to actually read nightfall. you go to eat after.

what to expect: alt and very nerdy reader, equally nerdy armin, mutual pinning, light physical touch

your sword’s note: armin is so cute u canttt. all past and future parts of this au series available in my mistresslist

That ring was on Armin’s finger every second of the day.

<Hey do you happen to know what material the ring is made of? I don’t want it to get damaged.> armin 👼🏼 01:03 am

<its silver! u can wash your hands with it on> you 01:03 am

<also are u free to go read tmr? lmk 🩵> you 01:04 am

<Yes!> armin 👼🏼 01:04 am

The blonde paced around his room. He could hear Eren curse at the TV in the living room, probably playing some games.

“Eren, what does light blue heart emoji mean?” Kind of socially ineptly Armin asked with his arms crossed.

“It means light blue heart emoji.” Eren replied. “Did you finally fry your brain? Am I the alpha brother now?”

“You are weird.” Armin frowned at his friend and sat besides him, unlocking his phone and showing the text in his screen.

“That just means she is excited to see you again you dumb fuck… I am sorry alpha brother I didn’t mean to be offensive in any way shape or form.” Eren blurted out. “All you need to do now is ask her out, start dating, marry and eventually have kids.”

“That is a little precipitated… and I am not asking her out, she will reject me.”

“Why would she reject you, she said you were the existential to her absurd or something, she gave you a ring literally, she also used light blue heart emoji which means I love your baby blue eyes beautiful.” Eren reassured his friend but Armin did not believe him at all. You would “never like him, in a million years”.

Eren simply gave a look to Armin, from what he had told him, it was kind of evident that you had a thing for Armin, but he was completely convinced that someone like you –whatever that meant– would never like someone like him –again, whatever that meant–. He just regarded you as a superior being, for some reason you two were in different categories even though he knew that intellectually you were kind of equals.

Next day came quickly, he got ready and was waiting for the time to leave when it suddenly started raining. Still he took an umbrella and a jacket and walked to the library. “Hiiii Armin!” You waved at the entrance, luckily you were close by when it started raining so you took cover under the entrance. “Hii.” He said with a soft smile, a little more comfortable but not completely. “I brought the book.” He showed from under his sweater and a smile formed in your lips.

Walking into the library you both realized that everyone was taking cover from the rain there, and that there were little to no seats available.

Except from…

“There!” You pointed throwing the book at the sofa from Armin’s hands to prevent other person from seating there. “Do you mind seating together? I think we fit.”

His cheeks got pale pink blushed. He looked at the gap in the sofa doubting he would fit, at least not without being extremely close to you.

“Uhmm…” He stood there for a second and ultimately decided to sit to not make you wait.

“I like your fit!” You complimented and he nodded.

“I like yours too. Where do you buy that?” He tried asking the questions that Eren had set up for him.

“Well the jacket is from Sex Pot Revenge, the shirt from Mad Punks and the pants I made myself.” You pointed at the clothes. He had never heard of those brands and being honest to himself, the word sex still made him kinda uncomfortable when thrown around casually.

“Is that goth?” He asked very kindly, following the words of Eren to the dot, “My best friend is a goth and she dresses kind of similar.”

“Hmm I know what you mean,” You started explaining, “I am goth but I suppose this is not a goth-ish look, right now it’s more of a vkei outfit. Do you mind if I explain it next time?”

Next time. I smile formed in his lips, so subtle and gentle, it adorned his face in such a beautiful way that it genuinely made your heart skip a beat.

He shook his head, of course he wouldn’t mind, he would fucking love it.

“Let’s get to the reading then.” You said taking the book from your lap. You flipped through the pages and saw his small handwriting covering the margins of the book in a thoughtful and organized manner. Where Nightfall was printed in big bold letters you stopped.

There was some kind of lack of coordination for the first pages you two read, sometimes he would flip the page before you were done or viceversa, but eventually you both adapted somehow to the reading speed of each other, since there was little to no difference anyway, and would give a look at the other one when done with the page.

That of course would not always account for calculations errors and your hands would brush with the other’s more often than what you’d like to admit. And his cologne would reverberate through the air and make you dizzy in love so you would forget what paragraph you were reading.

“Ow I am so hungry…” Suddenly you felt convalescent, you had breakfast at 9am and it was now 4pm.

“Do you wanna stop and go eat?” He asked lifting his eyes from the paper.

“Hmm, sure, let’s go then, the rain cleared out already.” You stood up and grabbed your things.

Armin had meant that you could go and eat, on your own, but seeing that you immediately included him left another of those lingering smiles in his face. He quickly stood up and walked besides you.

“So what do you think of it?” You asked him referring to the book.

“Immediately reminded me of when I learned that our galaxy and the Andromeda galaxy will crash eventually and I started freaking out.” He recalled a little embarrassed.

“That’s a shared experience for sure, cosmic horror is scary in such a way! My modern version of that is thinking about strange matter devouring everything.”

He was screaming in his head, punching the wall even. Where had you been all his life. His heart was genuinely aching from how fast it was beating. Maybe his heart was beating so fast that it could also be catalogued as a neutron star and his revolting feelings for you were everlasting changing and growing like strange matter.

“So stable that whatever it comes across transforms to emulate that stability.” He mumbled and you nodded, praising his intellect.

“Wanna take the bus into town? I can’t drive.” You asked and he nodded, also commenting that he couldn’t drive either. The bus ride was filled with back and forth debates about Nightfall and other trivial things that came up. Once you both got to the little college town, you decided on a restaurant. Armin only drank some juice and watched you eat lunch.

“I love taking the bus when is empty.” You mentioned getting on the bus, Armin was quick to say agree; he ached for spending more time with you.

“Bye, I had fun.” Once back at campus, and about to part ways, Armin said goodbye.

“Bye ‘Min. See you next time.” You gave him a quick hug and left.

He stood there for some minutes before rushing to get back to his dorm, Eren needed to know it all.

[rfxiii]

Oooo, I know Christmas is coming up soon and I was wondering. Can u do one where fem reader and Trevor r under a mistletoe and they do more than just kiss?

I luv ur work!

(tysm for the request and kind words. I love your idea and had a lot of fun writing it! I hope it’s what you wanted, and if not feel free to send me a request to fix anything! <3)

TW: smut

Word Count: 3645

Trevor Philips And Fem!S/O Under A Mistletoe🎄:

It’s a rarity for Amanda to let you all over to the house- or to let Trevor over at all. But Christmas will be here in only a few short days and it seems the festive spirit has become contagious enough to have her growing more generous. You’d been surprised when Michael had called you out of the blue, inviting you and Trevor over for a party on the condition that you kept him from getting too….rowdy. You were excited, honestly. It had been a while since you’d all gotten together, and what better place to do it than the beautiful De Santa home?

You’d spent days after Michael’s call coaching Trevor on how to behave without getting himself thrown out and ruining the party. He was smart, he knew how to act. But something about Amanda awakened this awful little gremlin in his brain that insisted he did everything he could to antagonize her. He promises, over and over, that he’ll behave. And really, you love him, but you have your doubts.

He spends the night with you the day before the party. You tell him it’d be easier than picking him up or having him meet you here later in the afternoon. But frankly, you want to make sure he shows up at least wearing clean clothes and having showered. His outlandish outfits and lack of personal hygiene really don’t faze you anymore. But you don’t want to give Amanda any excuse to make a comment that’ll set him off and spur on an argument. You love Trevor, and you really do enjoy hanging out with Amanda when she and Trevor aren’t bickering. But god is it hard to keep the two of them in the same room without there being bloodshed.

You’ve just finished with your makeup and hair, exiting the bathroom in just your underwear as you mindlessly stride into the bedroom to locate the dress you’d bought for the occasion. It’s there that you find him, sprawled out across the bed, lounging in a way that’s so comically staged you almost laugh. Almost. But he’s dressed in that perfectly tailored, black suit and that dark grey, dress shirt that hugs his lean torso in all the right places, and suddenly all of your teasing and laughter dies on your tongue.

Fuck, is he hot!

He’s clearly thinking the same as you are. A sharp, lewd smirk twists his chapped lips while his eyes rake down your barely clothed body. And when his slimy tongue juts out from behind his teeth and licks his lips like he’s looking at the most delicious meal he’s ever had presented to him, you nearly melt. He sees the way you flush, how you not so discreetly let your gaze travel his body and appreciate him in the suit you’d picked out. He sits up slowly, pushing to his feet and strutting across the room the way a predator stalks its prey. It’s only when he’s right in front of you, with his calloused, cracked hands gripping your bare hips, that he finally speaks to you, “Ya like what ya see, sugar? Cuz I know I fuckin’ do. Wha’da’ya say we ditch Mikey’s party and I show you twice as much fun here at home?”

You’re tempted, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t. But you’d been looking forward to this for over a week, and you’re not about to let temptation ruin all your plans. You slide your hands from his chest up to loop your arms around his neck, pressing your nearly nude body against his fully clothed one and pulling him down until your lips nearly blush, “And have everyone miss out on how sexy you look? I don’t think so, Trev. But if you’re good at the party tonight you can come home and…unwrap one of your presents early.” you coos teasingly, peppering featherlight kisses to the corner of his lips.

Trevor’s grin grows almost Cheshire Cat wide, his cracked fingernails biting into the soft skin of your hips while he pulls you impossibly closer, “You always know just what to say to get your way, sugertits.” he growls softly against your ear, “Alright! Hurry up and get dressed. Faster we go, the faster we can get home!”

You bite back a giggle at his words, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and stepping back to finally get dressed. You’re still excited to go to the party and see all your friends, but the idea of getting home tonight was even more exhilarating.

It takes you just a little longer to get ready, then almost twenty minutes in the liquor store trying to talk Trevor out of buying cheap, high volume whiskey and to stick to the list of things you’d already pre-decided on. And by the time you finally arrive at Michael’s, you’re nearly thirty minutes late.

You ring the doorbell once, waiting patiently to be let inside. But after less than thirty seconds of silence, Trevor is rhythmically, impatiently ringing the doorbell and aggressively pounding on the door until Michael snatches it open with an unimpressed glare, “Shoulda known it was you, T.” he scoffs, stepping aside to let the two of you in before he addresses you politely with a genuine smile, “You look really nice tonight.”

“Thanks, Mikey! Who knew you could give an honest compliment?” Trevor butts in, wrapping an arm around Michael’s shoulder and shaking him almost violently.

Michael scoffs in annoyance, shaking off Trevor’s arm with an annoyed scowl, “Yeah, I didn’t mean you, T. I meant (y/n). But at least it seems like she got you to shower.” he taunts with as much good nature as the relationship between the duo will allow.

You giggle softly, trying to defuse any argument as you take Trevor’s hand and lean into his side, “Call it a Christmas miracle, I guess.” The teasing seems to work as Michael laughs heartily and Trevor lets out an amused scoff at his own expense. He’s always taken better to your jokes than teasing from anyone else.

Michael ushers you both fully inside, closing the door behind you and generously offering to take the light jacket you’d opted to wear over your dress. From the corner of your eye you spot Trevor staring, his gaze trailing down to your exposed cleavage that’s tastefully revealed by the low cut neckline. He doesn’t even bother to break away his staring when Michael begins talking to him and trying to lead him off to the living room. He’s practically drooling.

“Trev!” you whisper sharply, nudging his shoulder and giving him a disbelieving smirk, “Real subtle.. Hold it together until we’re home, huh?”

“Don’t blame me, sugar. You look good enough to eat.” Trevor practically growls. Thankfully, he’s being quiet about his lustful teasing, but any unheard whispers are immediately given away by the face he’s giving you. He looks practically ready to jump you right here in the entryway.

“Hey, T! You hear me? Come on.” Michael calls, waving the both of you into the living room and breaking up the heavy tension between the two of you. You trail behind Trevor with your fingers laced together, him pulling you along at a quick pace- but even in your heels you’re more than used to keeping up with his long stride.

The De Santa house has always been beautiful, but with the amount of decorations set up tonight it looks absolutely breathtaking. You’d have Amanda, and maybe Tracey, to thank for that. You know for sure the only effort Michael put in was potentially going to the liquor store to buy the booze, and all Jimmy had contributed was staying out of the way, in his room playing video games. You’re still honestly surprised Amanda had agreed to have you all in her nice house, and you’re sure she’s probably still on edge praying that Trevor doesn’t get too rowdy and destroy anything. You’ll have to keep him in check tonight- especially after she’s put in this much effort to make the party so nice.

Everyone was here, and honestly you’re shocked to see almost all of your friends under the same roof like this.

Amanda is in the kitchen with Tracey making them both drinks while Amanda fights back Lester to stop him sticking his bare hands into the chips and dip. Lamar has himself seated on the huge living room couch with his feet on the coffee table like he owns the place. Franklin sits at Lamar’s side, much more respectful with his feet on the ground and a glass of whiskey in his hand. Jimmy is lingering by Franklin and Lamar, trying his best to get their attention with his awkward jokes and embarrassingly offensive slang. You even catch sight of Wade wandering hesitantly into the kitchen to ask Tracey where the beer is. Trevor had told you, before you’d even left, that Ron refused to come- still harboring some paranoid, bad blood about Michael. But, despite the lack of Sandy Shores resident conspiracy theorist, all of you and Trevor’s closest people were here tonight. It was honestly nice seeing everyone again.

“Ay, Trevor, (y/n)!” Franklin greets from across the room- a giddy, slightly drunk grin on his lips as waves to the both of you.

“Heeey! Crazy dude! What’s good, loco?!” Lamar shouts in time with Franklin- shooting you a playful wink before being pulled back into whatever Jimmy was trying to say to him.

You giggle softly, pressing a kiss to Trevor’s cheek and ushering him off to hang out with Michael and Franklin, “I’m gonna go see Mandy. Be good, ok?” you tease, letting your hands gently brush down the lapels of his blazer and feel the lean muscle under your palms, “And play nice~”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! I got it, sugertits! Go have your girl time.” Trevor smirks, delivering a firm slap to your ass as you turn away toward the kitchen. You bit back a yelp, scowling at him over your shoulder when you hear Lamar whoop out a teasing catcall at the display. You try to act annoyed. But after the way he’d been eyeing you up since before you’d even left home, you can’t say you didn’t feel your desire for him growing with every lingering look, every trace of his tongue against his chapped lips, and ever hushed, raspy purr of how good you look.

It’s going to be a long night- and so you inhale softly, straightening yourself up and striding off to find Amanda. Hopefully she can help take your mind off everything Trevor is so involuntarily doing to you.

The party gets on fast, and for a while you easily find yourself getting distracted talking to Amanda, and then getting wrapped up in some over dramatic, politically driven rant Lester gets on. But it’s when you’re in the middle of listening to Wade ramble about he and Chef’s latest bout of troublemaking that you look up and spot Trevor practically eye fucking you from across the room. He’s “talking” to Michael, or more ignoring him while Michael talks at him.

He’s sitting on the couch, legs spread wide with a beer in his hand as he rests his elbows on his knees and stares at you as you talk to Wade in the dining room. Trevor’s gaze rakes up your body, his dark eyes seeming more like he’s imagining what’s under your dress than actually looking at you. You let out a soft scoff, giving Trevor a subtle smirk and little roll of your eyes.

Your need for him is getting harder to ignore.

“Hey, Wade? Sorry to cut you off, but I’m gonna head to the bathroom. Alright?” you speak up, giving Wade’s shoulder a little squeeze as you shoot him an apologetic smile and skirt off to the bathroom upstairs. You just need a moment to breathe, to collect yourself, to focus on anything other than that smarmy grin and those dark, piercing eyes scanning your every move from across the room. You’re at the top of the stairs, about to head down the hall to the bathroom when strong arms wrap around your waist and warm, whiskey scented breath tickles against your ear.

“And where do ya think you're goin’, sugar?”

You choke back a gasp, grasping onto Trevor’s forearm and forcing your pounding heart to settle. Teeth nip at your exposed shoulder and large, calloused hands slide down your body and rest on your hips. You feel a little unsteady from the sudden movement, but you steady yourself against Trevor. His touch is like fire through your veins, making you crave more.

"Where do you think I'm going, T?" you ask breathlessly, arching into him. "Where do you want me to go?" you utter with a teasing grin.

Trevor pulls you closer, his erection pressing against your leg, and leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "I want you right here, sugar." he purrs darkly, his gaze darting up to the mistletoe strung up throughout the hallway. You bite back a giggle, pressing back against him as you realize what it is he’s wanting, “Go on then.. Kiss me, Trev.”

He spins you around, pinning you against the wall, and kisses you roughly, his tongue sliding into your mouth and tangling with yours. His free hand reaches up, tugs at your hair to pull you closer. The heat of his body presses against yours, and you can feel the hardness of his erection through your dress. As the kiss deepens, he slides a hand down between your legs, cupping you through your panties. You gasp into his mouth, arching your back as he expertly finds your clit. You feel the pressure building inside you, your body tightening with need.

"Trevor..." you whisper, your voice hoarse from desire.

He breaks the kiss, his gaze netting yours with a predatory glint in his eyes, and a wicked smile curves his lips. "You're so fucking beautiful," he murmurs, then leans in to kiss you again.

His hand between your legs moves faster, and you can feel the wetness soaking the fabric of your underwear. You arch your back, pressing yourself against his hand, needing more. You can feel his cock, hot and hard against your thigh, and you want him inside you. Now.

Trevor steps back, breaking the contact, and you whimper in frustration. "Come with me," he says, his voice rough with desire. He takes your hand and leads you down the hall, toward Michael’s room.

Once inside the room, he locks the door, then turns to you. His gaze travels over your body, taking in your form fitting dress, the way your breasts are pushed up and barely contained by the lace bra, the smooth expanse of your exposed skin, the lust in your eyes. He reaches out, dragging his rough fingers through your hair. "You're so fucking gorgeous," he breathes. He steps closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "And I want you. Right here, right now. But first..." He slides a hand up your back, and with practiced ease, unzips your dress, sliding it off your shoulders and down your body. Your breasts are finally free, the lace of your bra the only thing keeping them hidden. His hands cup your breasts through the fabric of your bra, kneading and squeezing, and you moan softly.

"Fuck, Trevor," you breathe, arching your back, wanting more.

His eyes are dark and intense, and you can feel the heat of his desire. With one swift movement, he yanks down your bra, releasing your breasts from their confines. "There," he says, leaning down to take one nipple into his mouth. "Good girl."

His tongue swirls around your sensitive bud, teasing and tormenting. His other hand slides down your body, hooking into the band of your underwear. With a firm tug, he pulls them down your hips and off, leaving you completely bare. "God, you're so wet," he murmurs, his fingers slipping against you and finding the slick heat that awaits him. His touch is gentle, teasing, as he circles your clit with the pad of his index finger.

You arch your back, trying to muffle your moans. The sensation is so intense, you feel like you could explode. "Please, Trevor," you whimper, your voice shaky with need. "I need you." And with a stern order, Trevor nods to the bed with a devilish smirk on his lips, “Lay down.”

He straightens up, reaching for his belt. In a fluid movement, he unbuckles it, unbuttons his pants, and pushes them and his underwear down his hips. His cock springs free, hard and throbbing. He crawls onto the bed, lowering himself on top of you. His hot skin presses against yours, and he guides his cock to your entrance.

"Are you ready for me, sugar?" he whispers, his breath hot against your neck. You nod frantically, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "Then take me," he growls, and with one powerful thrust, he's inside you.

He groans, burying his face in your neck as his cock stretches you, filling you completely. You gasp at the feeling of being so full, so claimed. Your nails scrape down his back, urging him to move.

He begins to move, his hips sliding against yours in a steady rhythm. His cock feels incredible inside you, and with each thrust, you feel him getting deeper, closer. His scarred hand cups your breast, massaging and pinching your nipple, and you arch your back, meeting his movements with your own.

The sounds of your bodies moving together fills the room, thankfully mingling your moans with the sounds of the party downstairs. Trevor's breath is hot against your ear, his words whispered in a rough growl. "You feel so good, sugar!” he whines. "You're so fuckin’ perfect."

His hips move faster, driving deeper inside you until you can feel the bed creaking from his force, and you arch your back in response, meeting his thrusts with equal desperation. The sensation is overwhelming, the heat between your legs building rapidly, threatening to consume you.

"Trevor," you whine, your voice shaking with desire. "I'm close!"

He groans, his fingers digging into your hips. "So am I!" He picks up the pace, his cock driving in and out of you in a frenzy. You feel the familiar tension building deep in your core, and with one final, powerful thrust, you're overcome with pleasure. Your body tightens around him, gripping his cock as your orgasm washes over you in waves.

"Ahh fuck!" you cry out, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Trevor! Oh my god!"

He growls, thrusting hard one final time as he follows you over the edge, his body tense and shuddering as he releases himself into you. Your combined moans fill the room, mingling with the sounds of the party downstairs as if they're the only two people in the world.

He collapses on top of you, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. His weight feels impossibly smothering, but you welcome it, craving the feel of his skin against yours. His hot breath fans across your neck, and his hands roam possessively over your body, tracing patterns on your skin that make your heart race and your blood tingle.

"Fuck," he whispers, finally finding the air to speak. "That was-... I needed that after you were fuckin’ teasin’ me and shit all damn night.."

You smile up at him, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Me? Tease you? No way, Trev." you giggle softly.

He rolls off you, his softening cock slipping free from your body with a wet squelch. You feel a pang of loss as he slips out of you, but you're too overwhelmed by the afterglow to dwell on it for long. He lies beside you, propped up on one elbow, watching you with a mix of lust and affection.

"You're incredible, angel.." he says, running a hand through your hair. "I can't get enough of you."

You feel a blush creep up your neck and into your cheeks, but you don't look away. "I love you, T." you sigh, tracing a finger along his jawline, “I dunno about you but-“

He cuts you off with a kiss, deep and possessive. "Me too, sugar. Wanna get outta here?” he snickers, dragging his fingers through your hair.

“Let’s go! Just gimme a minute to clean up, and-“

The doorknob jiggles suddenly, clanking and rattling as the door shakes. “What the fuck?..” you hear muttering through the door, and your heart nearly stops. “Oh fuck no… T, you had better not be in my fuckin’ room!” Michael shouts, knocking loudly as you and Trevor scramble to pull on your clothes.

“Calm your tits, porkchop! It’s not like this bed has seen any action from you and Mandy lately anyways!” Trevor teasingly jeers as he pulls his pants back up his hips- graciously waiting for you to pull on your dress before pulling open the door and smirking at Michael.

“I should kick your ass! You’re lucky Amanda didn’t fucking find you! Gross…” Michael hisses, shoving Trevor out the door and refusing to make eye contact with you as a bright blush dusts his cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah! Don’t worry! We were goin’ anyways!” Trevor snickers, giving Michael a flippant wave as he struts off toward the stairs.

“Thanks for inviting us, Michael..” you mutter awkwardly, still unable and unwilling to look him in the eyes as you stagger slightly to catch up with Trevor.

“Yeah, Mikey! We had a great time!” Trevor cackles, shooting Michael a wink and leading you down the stairs- leaving a flustered, disgusted Michael in his wake.

He’d have to change those sheets before Amanda noticed.

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Hey bro I like your writing and I was wondering if you could give us some Mizu x Filipino!Reader hcs🥺👉👈 ̶(̶t̶o̶t̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶n̶o̶t̶ ̶g̶o̶n̶n̶a̶ ̶u̶s̶e̶ ̶i̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶p̶r̶o̶j̶e̶c̶t̶ ̶m̶y̶s̶e̶l̶f̶)̶

I have to make this poetic I'm so sorry but also making it modern!au and canon setting teehee (ALSO DOUBLE UPDATE?) slight nsfw ig!! mdni.

canon divergent, just think of this is as that scene from Goyo where Remedios and Gregorio Pilar do a wholeass pining scene idk

Absolutely met you at some fancy ass noble party

You're a child of a wealthy Senor who's in great partnership with the Lords from the Commonwealth

Mizu's camping in and disguising herself in the party to find more intel on her next target and then she bumps into you

at first you're like very inquisitive of where she came from (considering that you view her as a man at this point), how she enjoys the party and what not

then you're suddenly like ik what you're doing. you're not from here.

Mizu's thrown off bc haha this is an international gathering of sorts and like ppl here are mostly foreign

you're like well its bc you're so obvious when it comes to occasions like this that I've already spotted you from a while back

and so youre like dancing and all and Mizu has no choice but to extract info from you

she reveals that shes looking for a white man, and that he may have connections here in the ph

and coincidence cuz you, who's also a part of the resistance, have been tracing the weapons provider of the spanish army.

so you guys work together. you give her intel, she helps you hunt down the provider and their little goons

it kind of starts like an enemies to lovers .... kind of a forced situation where Mizu has to deal with the resistance in order to get to what she wants but rlly theres no other way around

falls in love w your love for your country

despite your privileged upbringing, you're deeply interconnected with your roots, and have been fighting for the filipino people

you guys fight over the simplest of things, like how she doesnt wear things right or holds weapons correctly

you definitely bond over weaponry though and its history. the first time you've seen her katana, you were so amazed. in return, you showed her a kampilan—a sword carved and forged by your grandfather. she had so many questions.

yeahh overall i think what pulled you together was your shared anger and desperation for justice. No matter the situation, whether it be a resistance against oppression or looking for the man that caused a hellscape within your life, y'all resonated with the emotions and trauma that came with that.

BEST BELIEVE THE SEX WAS GOOD and rough and yes hbejawhejehe mhm

anys thats all. you're like PARA SA PILIPINAS and shes on her knees.

modern au hehe

met through int sch program. mizu is a transferee from japan who joined their uni's international program and got linked w ur sch

she was in one of ur classes and like yeah, she was nearest to u so she had no choice but to ask u for sch stuff

YOU THOUGHT SHE WAS PRETTY CUTE but like u wanted a good impression so u tried to help her as much as u could

even gave her a tour of the campus

showed her a few iconic eating places that she could go to jic her budget was on a limit or wanted good filo food

you wanted to expose her to the culture as slowly as u could just so that she could adapt and pace herself

definitely stuck by your side since then

you learned that she's going to study here for 3 years before going back to japan for her masters, and you're like wow thats so cool and shes like thanks

definitely a gamer

you guys hang out at one of the comp shops nearby (IF NAGAARAL KAYO SA TAFT .... guys suki ako don HAHAHA)

loves learning abt history, esp filipino craftsmanship

you definitely treat her to various street foods

mizu : what's this

you : we call it kwek kwek, but u can call it neon balls

mizu: neon balls????

showed and taught her how public transpo works once, and she gets a hang of it a week later

knows her way around manila than you do (author is projecting mb)

knows basic filo words when navigating. you teach her the slang.

basically friends to lovers guys omg, ayon sana all eme

you do that lips thing where you point w ur lips and at first, she was so confused (this is during your relationship)

she thought you were asking for a kiss and she kissed u and you were like ?!@!?@??$?

mizu: ha

you: I WAS ASKING FOR THE,ASd MUGWTF

mizu: ahhh my bad haha

walks u to class teehee

hangs around in empty class rooms esp comp labs and you guys watch movies there

momol sa dorm, momol sa clasroom na madilim, momol sa may agno charot

MOMOL = MAKE OUT MAKE OUT LANG

revels in simple pda like linking ur pinkies together, thigh against thigh when seating, and just yk so landi. landi niyo.

you have her id pic on the back of ur id and she yours on her clear phonecase

EWWWW GAY PPL (affectionate)

unintentionally matching

loves gifting u jewelry esp necklaces (likes to see it when u guys are in the bedroom, splayed on your chest and just yk decorating your collarbones so nicely)

holds your hand and helps you cross the street omf

pays for ur commute fee when riding the jeepney

memorizes ur kwek kwek and fishball sauce combination

loves exchanging one shoe w u for funsies

loves taking pics w u w the cats on campus

OVERALL A CUTIE TEEHEE!

A/N: DEDICATED KAY DELULU RECEIVER!! eto para sayo sorry ginutom keta ng sobra huhu @ianiralvs may isa pa kong utang sayo na req mo hihi gagawen ko pa yon to muna HHAHHAHA

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Been thinking about Shinji and Momo and specifically abt them in relations to the system or the ideal of the system that kind of screwed them over. With Shinji being unjustly thrown out and no one rlly fully unpacking how much of an HR concern was Aizen’s weird boundaries with Momo. You once mentioned in one of ur posts abt Shinji that the Vizards for sure do not come back with full trust in the soul society again and have their own agendas. This makes me wonder how Shinji and Momo navigate that system together now that both of them have made the decision to continue to serve under it? Momo, herself does come across as duty bound but has shown instances of acting against it when she feels the need to for the sake of the greater good (like disobeying orders to save hisagi, or admitting that not all laws are good laws even if she’s technically quoting Aizen) Sorry for the rambling! These two just fascinate me cuz I feel like aside from the whole Aizen thing, they’re like two diff flavors of being back on the job after being screwed over. The somewhat jaded mentor and the eager beaver who got the rug thrown under her.

We joke about Gotei HR all the time, but honestly in the context of their own world and worldviews would Aizen and Hinamori come across to anyone as having weird boundaries? I’m not saying it didn’t get weird but I kind of feel like part of the nature of the thing is that it’d be hard for anyone in Soul Society to point to anything Aizen did that was notably weirder than anything else everyone else does. I’m not saying it wouldn’t be an HR violation somewhere (I just completed my state-mandated sexual harassment training three days ago, so it’s all nice and fresh, LOL) but even if the Gotei had HR I doubt it would have helped in Aizen and Hinamori’s case.

I know there are people who get very deep into canonicity debates about whether Aizen and Hinamori ever slept with each other, but I’m not personally all that interested in the genre as a whole—like, the nailing down of what is or isn’t canon. In fanfic, I figure anything goes if you can make it work for you in your story. For my part, I think Aizen would take pride in not having to have sex with Hinamori in order to make his plans work. Like an *everyone* does sexual manipulation but he doesn’t even *have* to and that’s the *beauty* of the game kind of deal.

But to the question itself!

My take on Shinji is that he is, of course, very well aware of the ways the Gotei fucked him and the rest of the Vizard, and has no illusions about that. But he’s not someone who simmers in that in the same way that Hiyori does.

Honestly, maybe a good comparison might be that Shinji treats the Gotei the way he treated Aizen as a vice-captain. According to Aizen, that was a mistake, but Shinji knows the Gotei better than he ever knew Aizen. Arguably, the Gotei is more knowable than Aizen. Shinji has a certain savvy about him with respect to the Gotei as an institution, and if you now how it works, then there are degrees to which it can be managed, and perhaps even made to work for you. And if you want that to happen, the only place you can do that work is inside it, as one of its Captains. Shinji’s known that since even before TBTP, probably since before he was even himself a Captain the first time around.

But I think another key element here is that Shinji is very, very good at separating the work from the institution from the people. He can engage his octopus brain and hold the meaning of what shinigami effect in the world separate from the ethical and bureaucratic conundrums posed by the Gotei, separate from the personalities that make it up (which are the problem and the best part about the Gotei in turns). He reminds me of this guy who’s been in my toxic-ass profession for AGES but still has a ton of energy and capacity for wonder and enthusiasm and being smart in ways that make everyone smarter, and he manages this by being absolutely ruthless about not getting all sopped up by departmental drama or overly precious about ~the profession~ and making very intentional decisions about what matters and what absolutely doesn’t. I think having that as a model was incredibly useful for Hinamori, as someone with a propensity to care deeply for and about everything.

I mentioned in the tags of another post that I envisioned Hinamori as having a healing justice orientation to the world, part of which is about locating “evil” outside of individuals. It is not inherent, but made. While this does not absolve Aizen of his actions or their supporting worldviews, a path to forgiveness is at least partly about recognizing the bigger picture that produced the conditions for the fomenting of these views/plans. (And that’s before the many ways the system failed them in ways that didn’t come directly through Aizen.) Which means that moving past Aizen is also about moving past the Gotei/Soul Society, while also continuing to work for it—in a major, responsible way.

Like, Hinamori is not clocking in to sweep the floors and then leave to her wife and kids. She’s leading the thing. So what’s the journey there? We see her reclaim her role as 5th Division Vice-Captain in the Winter War (as distinct from being Aizen’s Vice-Captain—ymmv on this, like Matsumoto’s does). In that role, Hinamori has not seemed to have much of a problem with challenging authority when she felt it just to do so, even in moments of more even temper (shouting at Byakuya over Renji’s unconscious body lol). Which I feel like lends credence to the idea that Aizen’s betrayal was probably not her introduction to the world being often an unjust and deeply painful place, or even to the Gotei being these things. Like, I think she understood that. Maybe Aizen even talked to her about that, and part of why she liked him so much was the opportunity to have these long, intellectual conversations about philosophy and governance. And what do you do at the end of these conversations? You can be bitter and angry about it; you can be angry and want to burn it down; you can drink the Kool-Aid and become complicit in it; you can naively deny it and either become complicit in it or get destroyed by it; or you can—

Do what Shinji and Hinamori do about it together, which is to resolve to be the energy they wish to see in the world, which in their interpretation also requires some complicity—being officers in Gotei—and, having made that choice, periodically needing to process that. I mean, I think that’s part and parcel of being involved in any kind of institution (I know I think about it allllll the fucking time), but I imagine the experience is further magnified by the particular histories Shinji and Hinamori have with the Gotei.

I imagine sometimes—a rough week at the office, or in the aftermath of a Blood War they wonder if they aren’t being too complicit. Or, conversely, if they aren’t echoing Aizen too much, in their resolution to craft a world of their own devising. But they were different people, both from each other and very much from Aizen; their devices and visions are different, too. And so the fear falls away.

It will come back. It will probably never leave. But sometimes it’s better to be haunted than not, and ghosts can be welcome reminders.

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Alex vause x reader

Its for women only, if you're a man get off my shit. Anyways I wont be writing here what this contains it will unfold as you read;) Enjoy!

MDNI or its up to u icrlcs

no wc but proofread lmk if I missed words

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"Alright ladies, outside your cells for check ups" the officer would say in a loud tone

"God I hate these so much dont you alex?" you'd say. No response, "Alex are you listening to me"

She'd just give you a "if you don't shut the fuck up ill ruin you" glare but you wouldn't budge, who were you to give up after being here all these weeks? months? gosh you don't even know how long you've been locked up. I guess minor memory loss it is.

"Alex goddammit!" You'd yell catching unwanted attention but at least you caught hers again so you couldn't really care less if others gave you nasty looks.

SHUT.THE.FUCK.UP she'd mouth you from the other side of the cell to which you'd just scoff, you were used to it. You turned her off 1,2 maybe 3 times when she tried to talk to you all nicely and peacefully without any intentions of starting anything with you but now oh well you gotta face the consequences don't you?

The next morning..

"I hate this food already" You'd complain to your inmate "Guess you could do fruits then" she'd respond with a tint of sarcasm as a joke.

Lunch time. Finally. You were craving something to eat, definitely not your tepo but it's better than being starved by Red who's not in the kitchen no mo'. "So how're your days in here y/n" a group of inmates would ask you that were sitting besides you and infront of you while "munching". "Shit" they'd give a dry chuckle "No shit, any other than that?" they'd resume their meals while you'd just sit there not feeling that hungry no more, at least that's what your actions showed "Well actually—"

Alex.Alex.Alex. She just stepped in for fucks sake how can she stop being so breathe taking without even trying. God she didn't even spare you a glance after that pie being thrown over her by "Crazy eyes" who supposedly considered you as her Prison wife?, is that how they'd call it. Anyways even so. She would act so nonchalant

Shed walk up to your table with the rest of the inmates and sit next to one of the left over seats and just stare at them, maybe throw some words in but never look at you. Like come on just a little quick glance wouldn't hurt would it?

Lunch break was over and you needed eagerly to get your clothes washed but you had it timed it perfectly. You knew she'd be there to take them so it just slipped right into place

Youd walk in the laundry room while catching an ounce of her attention. Yes! you thought to yourself. Finally she did notice me. "I-i just wanted t‐ , never mind" shit. you really were a literal fuck up and selfish like red said, stumbling over your own words, mixing them together dang but just as you were about to walk away you'd hear her voice again. No words could describe how much you deep down missed it. " 'ts fine just give them to me" You'd walk over to her and she'd grab them from your hands. You'd try to chit-chat with her, maybe a small talk would lighten up the tension inbetween you two but no. None of it worked "Alex" that would kind of catch her attention for a bit longer now. That worked. "I am sorr-" but you couldn't seem to finish that sentence. Deep down you felt guilty for what you've done and caused her to be brought back here

After stopping mid sentence she'd just mutter something you could make out and you'd forcefully just had to walk away. You had given your laundry to her what else could you possibly want from her? you'd ask yourself that. You had to.

Some days pass by and nothing happens. Just the same monotone Alex Vause, I mean it was 50% of your fault for whatever had happened but she was at fault too. It wasn't all clearly on you but you did cause half of it so that matters. Fuck you thought to yourself. Here she was again. Walking mindlessly but this time she spared you a glance and actually walked up to you. "What the fuck do you want" she'd say aggressively..

"what have you done" she'd say in shock "I-iam so so so so so sorry" You'd try to apologize pathetically but it was no use "You're such a pathetic little cunt" she'd spit out with no regrets "I figured I could tell the truth.. Straight up, right up" You'd try to say "Are you fucking serious y/n? you fucking brib- , I got no fucking words, really" she'd babble in madness but in really you expected her to be enraged, hit you even kill you infront of everyone but she didn't have that kind of mindset. Yeah ofcourse she worked in a cartel, selling drugs? grams? who the fuck else knew. Yeah you were put up in there but still. Not a single thought of harming you. "Y-you know I can't do this right now seriously" and just like that she'd merge off her seat and run somewhere, maybe the bathroom? but you didn't follow. Just sat there taking in all the scene and what had just occurred, breathing it in.

———————————————————————

Same day, Drama activity. Great, how awesome to participate in it with the person you weren't in great terms with at the moment. There would be voices chattering, blabbering and stuff. All in a blur. Your inmate would be with a gran doing some theatrical shit. She didn't even know what she was doing to be honest. "Ring ring! Oh the phone! Pick it up" She'd offer her hand to her partner that was chosen for that act. "This is not a phone" "It is! PICK it up" "It is not" she'd roll her eyes in real annoyance before she'd said "Then what is it?" "A dick" Everyone would be dying of laugher, including you. That was a good one christ but.

New unprofessional, talentless actresses had to get up since the last play ended. fucking great.

..Nowww were choosing.. Y/n Chapman aaaand Alex vause. Awesome, and i was wondering if this day would get any worse. You'd speak up and say "It's best for us not to work together right now" the officer would answer right away with the "There's no refusals so go on" but Alex would be hesitant too "In the terms we are I don't think we could cooparate". The officer would hiss and say "You could work it out, besides it drama time. Get up from your seats". You and Alex would walk up awkwardly from your seats clearly feeling that agnorance between you two. A few people would make suggestions on what the play would be about, especially that one indecisive person not knowing what to choose and lock in. Gosh. Finally after a bunch of seconds of debate it was finally to get in act.

"What can I do for you" You'd chirp in a fake tone "This fruit is rotten, I want a refund" she'd say in a sadistic tone "Well things don't always go the way you want" You'd say which would catch Alex's attention "No. Things don't go your way" You'd be bickering with each other like literal kids while everyone stared intensively at you two. Even the wannabe director but then it'd hit you, a sudden ringing would make you snap "..For the store. I could give you another one. And yes I lied but sometimes lying is to keep someone safe for a short period of time" You'd say which Alex would change her expression to confused or maybe more calm and heart warmed? it surely seemed like it. After finishing your speech, You'd give her another fruit. "Here you go, it's a nice hard one" You'd smile a bit but she'd giggle "I like soft ones" she'd answer and just with that, the play would end and you'd be left grinning while everyone started clapping and you were going back to your seat absolutely in shock.

A day or two after this "inconvenience"

Alex would spot you walking towards her but the moment you both made eye contact youd turn around and go to the "do not enter" crosses that were set by the staff there and barg into the library without second thoughts. She'd make a confused expression while speeding up to your walk/jog rhythm to catch up to you.

After finally reaching you she'd lock eyes with you and randomly slap you out of nowhere creating a mark on your right side of your lip but you wouldn't let this end without a war. You'd pull her hair slightly which would make her grunt and grapple onto yours a bit harsher which would make you whinse in a bit of pain but you could tolerate that deep inside(it was secretly turning you on). Both of you would start pushing each other but suddenly something would come over you.. "Fu-" You'd kiss her and she'd kiss back even harsher which you would push her on the table, kind of tripping her, making her lay down while you'd make your way and kiss her slowly making your way down her abdomen and then the thing you craved the most. wasting no time you'd pull down her panties and immediately dive into her heat. Fuck it was paradise. She'd moan and twist, squirm. fuck fuck fuck.. but she also had her little plan in her head. While you were eating her out she'd unexpectedly stand on her feet, forcefully push you down onto the floor, take that grandma's white bra off of you and start to kiss your boobs and then finally.. go down on you in an aggressive way, pulling down your panties in a quick move and lick,twist and suck. She wanted to destroy your intestines with just her tongue. Crazy fucking girl.

hate sex is it they say.

this was rushed, it's currently 8:53 and I had an idea of writing something with oitnb. Ngl I want that woman so badly at this point.

Btw new elabs smut will be uploaded sometime soon;) stay tuned

[sillyblues]

I loved the fanfic of Ronal x Tonowari and [name], it's so wonderful and incredible that it made me cry. I really loved the new part where [name] meets a Na'vi who loves her. I was thinking about how she met her beloved. I called him Ha'wnu because it means protect/shelter. I like to think that he had a personality similar to Tsireya when he was younger, and [name] was like Lo'ak, feeling lost and very insecure about herself, that's when she met Ha'wnu, the beautiful Metkayina, who was a respected young warrior. I imagined them getting very close while Ronal and Tonowari were together. They went to the same place where Tsireya said "I see you" to Lo'ak, my Eywa, I think Ha'wnu said "I see you [name]". Both [name] and Ha'wnu became great warriors, they became very respected. It's funny to think that when the Sully family came to ask for shelter, they found two Metkayina with lots of tattoos. And also Rotxo being [name]'s son, I see [name] and Ha'wnu talking to Rotxo after what he and his friends did to Lo'ak. I would love to see more [name] with her partner, and the arrival of the Sully family... I love your fanfic.

totw au pt.2

ੈ✩‧₊˚notes: YOOO!! omg i am so happy and glad you love my fic ughh tysm!!😭🫶🏼🫶🏼 also your Ha'wnu?? read and him are so cute together JKSGKSBDFJ

Aight so i never really expanded much on the alternate ending where you ended up with another because technically, it didn’t happen and i intentionally left some descriptions vague so you guys could fill it up with your imaginations on who your partner is and who your children are and im so happy that i got to see one of your visions to this ending!! If u got some more don’t be afraid to hit my inbox up anon or not bc id love to talk and share abt it all with yall!!

Okay so in this ending, i initially thought a gentle and soft mate like the reader, someone who is not a hunter and is by your side most of the time would be good for you and is great about communication and affirms you in all the best ways possible (the opposite of tonowari and ronal initially—). But now that i thought about it more i think a strong hunter, someone who would be Tonowari’s right hand man would suit reader more bc i am weak to gentle and soft reader x strong gruff man pairings yfm? Also its like a loop to the reader’s parents who are a teacher and the Olo’eyktan’s right hand man (maybe the previous olo’eyktan and tsahik loved your mother and had to watch their son suffer from the same pain as they did who knows)

When the sully family came to the Metkayina Clan, your family was assigned to teach them of the ways of your people alongside with the Tonowari’s family considering the one that asked for uturu is Jake Sully, the Toruk Makto. It was absolute hell for them yk because the love they had for you never went away and they were so close to you, skin almost touching, made you laugh a couple of times and sometimes, they like to think that you were mated to them. But that’s all they can do because at the end of the day, you aren’t theirs and they are not yours.

Your mate and Tonowari are quite close so they were fine with teaching Jake with the Tsurak. You and Ronal however… I means, Neytiri disliked Ronal for the harsh words thrown at her family. She doesn’t explicitly shows it but you could tell. You were more kind and understanding of their situation, their discomfort, despite not knowing full of the context why but you didn’t pry. You didn’t force her to tame a Tsurak when she didn’t want to and Neytiri was grateful for you that. When it came to knowing the ways of your people, Neytiri was more silent with Ronal but engaged more with you. You try your hardest to engage them both but sometimes and they appreciate it but sometimes, it just doesn’t work.

Your children, Ao’nung, and Tsireya taught the Sully children and it wasn’t that good but it wasn’t that bad either. Now, Ao’nung is a good child, great child even. He and his sister loves you more than anything and in their heart (Ao'nung would never say this out loud), they call you their second mother because you’re so gentle and kind and caring to them. Tonowari and Ronal loves them truly but they are the Olo’eyktan and Tsahik so they arent by their side all the time and they got expectations of their children. When the Sully family came, their strictness  and expectations got a bit worse since the leaders of the clan were cautious of them. Ao’nung is like the heir to the position of the next Olo’eyktan so the stress is high man. Naturally, he takes it on others. Your children help ground him and call him out and defend the Sully family.

Your children stop him with one mention of your name and Ao’nung just stops.

“What would the Karyu think?” “Sa’nok is going to be disappointed in you, Ao’nung.” “Sa’nu doesn’t like mean boys.”

The Sully children def got curious bc why is this mean little brat quiet and apologizes quickly as you were his mother? So your children introduced them to you and not even a minute in they were like “..ah.”

The Sully family is not stable. The parents were often fighting and the children felt so out of place in your clan. They all felt like they didn’t belong here. But you and your mate was so healthy and loving to the children you basically took them in on days where they didn’t want to be with their parents. 

Your mate is a strong hunter and teaches them how to hunt on his free time and their daddy issues are like “why can’t our dad be like this to us now :(( ”.  You teach Kiri and Tuk as well and they miss their mother who is so deep in her loss of the Omatikaya Clan that they feel like she doesn’t see them anymore. Your children help them all the time and they’re so friendly and nice and the Sully children tells them stories of their people back in the Omatikaya Clan and your children are like, “Wow really?? That’s so cool!! Tell us more!!!” You and your family make them feel like they belong and they love it but they also hurt after spending time with you because they miss the love in your family in their own.

You notice this ofc so you spend time with their parents as well. You listen to their pent up rants, their grief, their suffering, their worries and you were there for them. You give them advice to spend time with their children and to not treat them as warriors 24/7 because before they were warriors and a healer, they were their children first. You lowkey became a family therapist lol.

In conclusion, you a great mama and a teacher. 11/10 they all love u.

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[crypticjackal13]

Hey, i hope ur having a good day today! :] if its alr with u, can i request SWK x reader who is Pigsy's adopted daughter who Pigsy is very protective of since his daughter is rlly sweet -- especially when she's a very nice big sister to MK too? 🥺 Maybe SWK and s/o has been hiding their relationship to others bc they're not ready reveal their relationship yet, but one day, Pigsy found out? I feel like it'd be really funny considering Pigsy disliked this man's guts with a passion, and here he is,,,,,, dating his daughter 💀

You're so right, Oh my gosh-- Please enjoy!

"When Pigs Fly"(1083 wc)

Sun Wukong x Fem!Reader who is Pigsy's adopted daughter

Romantic oneshot

Pronouns: she her

CW: Pigsy himself is very stressful. That's all lmao

Hey, you at the rendezvous point?

Almost! Once the sign light goes off I’ll meet you in the alley.

Wukong was perched on the roof of the building that not only had MK’s apartment in it, but also Pigsy’s noodles. It’s where he had met y/n, his beloved girlfriend…but also Pigsy’s other adoptive child. She was much more kind and understanding towards him than her father, and also had the kind of energy to keep up with him. It’s why they connected so well!

The only problem was that there was definitely some bad blood between him and Pigsy, which led to the pair deciding to keep things on the down low until Wukong could try to get on Pigsy’s good side.

He snapped back into attention as he saw the pink glow of the shop’s sign go away. Several moments passed as he heard the door to the alley opened and a bag of trash was thrown into the dumpster. He made his move and landed in one of the darker spots.

“Who’s there?” Pigsy’s voice sounded. Wukong immediately turned himself into a bug and prayed that y/n was following behind her father.

“It’s probably one of the stray cats, dad. Chill!” Her voice came from inside the shop, catching the pig’s attention.

“You’re right, you’re right. The darn things have been destroying the trash bags lately.”

“Maybe if we set some food out for them…”

“No, then you’ll get attached. If you want to see some cats, go talk to Sandy.”

Wukong internally sighed. Couldn’t he go on a secret date in peace?!

“Either way, you head home. I’m gonna close up and then go on a walk.”

Finally.

“Alright, but be careful! And don’t talk to strangers!” He nagged her as he went back inside and shut the door. Again, Wukong waited, and then she appeared. Dressed casually enough that it could be work clothes, but still dressy enough to be ready for the date. She locked the door behind her and then looked around. She whistled the theme of “Monkey Cop”, which was their signal to each other when the coast was clear. Wukong got out from under the dumpster and transformed back into his regular form. His heart couldn’t help but skip a beat as she lit up upon seeing him.

“Hey peaches! I missed you!” He approached her and she hugged him, pecking his cheek.

“I missed you too. Are you ready to go?”

“Yup! Remember, we need to be back in an hour or so.”

“Yeah, yeah. C’mon, let’s go!” He took her hand and they hopped onto his nimbus cloud and zoomed off.

They got some takeout from some sushi restaurant and enjoyed it while sitting on the roof. They laughed, they talked, they kissed every now and then. Despite all the constraints, they both enjoyed these special moments together.

“We ought to get going.” She glanced at the clock on her cellphone and even though he hated this part he agreed.

Even with their strong connection and their perfectly healthy relationship, there was no way Pigsy would be okay with them dating. And yet they had been doing so right under his nose for a solid couple of months.

Reluctantly they got back on his cloud and headed back to the alleyway. They landed, and they thought it all was fine…

Until y/n made direct eye contact with her father.

While her arms were loosely wrapped around Wukong’s neck.

“Heyyyy…” she tried to play it all off, but didn’t move. She was stuck in place in fear.

“You—You and him-What the heck?!” He exclaimed. She practically jumped off the cloud and waved her hands.

“It’s not what it looks like!”

“Y/n l/n, you’d better give me a darn good reason to not ground you for life and YOU’D better give me a darn good reason not to beat the immortality out of you!” Pigsy shouted, pointing at y/n and Wukong respectively. They both looked at each other.

“Well, you see—“

“Uhm—“

Despite being alive for thousands of years, no amount of Buddhist teachings or demon fights could have prepared Wukong for how awkward this was. But he furrowed his brow, took one of y/n’s hands, and stood his ground.

“Listen, I know that you’ve got an idea of me that maybe isn’t super positive,” he started. He could feel how sweaty his palm was compared to y/n’s. “But I’m working on it! And y/n here has helped me with that, and she’s also dating me, uh…” he tried to keep the confidence he had when he had started speaking, but he could feel every bit of rage that was radiating off of Pigsy. Y/n squeezed his hand.

“He’s not perfect, but nobody is. If you got to know him, maybe you’d accept him and forgive him.” She finished, a strong determination in her eyes.

Gods, what did he do to deserve her?

Pigsy looked between the two of them multiple times as he processed all of what had been said. He finally pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily. The other two held their breaths.

“This is gonna take a lot of getting used to…” he stepped toward them and they mutually wondered what was about to happen. But to their pleasant surprise, he held out his hand to Wukong. “But if you swear not to hurt her in any way, then I guess you two can be together.”

The way he said it was like he couldn’t believe he had to actually say it, like he couldn’t comprehend that this was happening in real time. But y/n beamed as she embraced her dad.

“Aw, thank you!! Thank you, thank you!”

“I promise I’ll never hurt her.” Wukong said, shaking the hand that was presented to him. He then stood back as Pigsy hugged his daughter back. Then he gave the slightest of nods to Wukong as he went back inside his own apartment. Y/n turned back to her boyfriend, before embracing him too. He started laughing in relief as he picked her up and spun her around.

“Well, expect to see a little more of me, sweetheart.” He winked, setting her down. She stood back a bit as he got back onto his cloud.

“I’ll be looking forward to it!”

And just like that, he was gone, and she was left with a very light feeling in her chest.

[mrs-monaghan]

Hi how you doing?

So I have a question that is bothering me.

How do you think the conversation went when at one point in their relationship JKK had to talk to the others members?

Like i imagine they must have told them like "officially" even if the others knew smth was going on btw them.

And do you think they tried to warn them? Bcz they are idols living in SK and in the biggest group?

And what about the company? Do you think they had to "officially" come out to them too?

THANKS

Why is this really difficult question for me? Omg

There is literally no way for anyone to know any of this my lovely 😂😂😂

What we can say happened for certain coz it seems like it would be protocol, would be Bangpd holding a meeting with all 7 of them. Jikook being together affects the entire group after all. So their boss calling them all together after everything has been said and done is a thing I think we can all agree on, probably happened.

As for the rest it's all guess work on my end of course since like I mentioned apart from parties involved, there's no way of having an exact answer to this.

So this is just what I think happened and I wouldn't mind seeing in the comment section what others think also.

How do you think the conversation went when at one point in their rlship Jkk had to talk to the other members?

Members i think already knew: Jhope, V, Jin,

Member i think needed to be told: RM,

Member I'm not sure about: Suga

I dont recall Jhope talking alot about women but between Suga saying his type is a man with a beard and JK a girl with muscles and Jimin shamelessly wanting JK, it's easy to peg Yoonminkook from jump. RM, Jin and V however, if u watch their early content there is a way they talk that's super hetero. The word wife and girlfriend and kids used to be thrown around which is why I've always pegged Jin as straight. (Yes gay men can have kids too but Taejin meant with women for sure) while I think RM is bi, these 3 emitted the most heteronomative vibes to me.

My point is, I can see this being why RM could have possibly missed what was happening right under his nose. As for V, due to his original views on homosexuality I would've put him in this category if Vminkook weren't as close as they used to be. But the general consensus is that V felt some type of way when Jikook got together since he kind of lost his best friend to JK. Its because of this I can see V putting the pieces of the puzzle together.

First it was him and Jimin hanging out together. Then JK wants to join them all the time so now they're the close trio. But then suddenly Jikook are hanging out without him or keep disappearing and coming up with weird excuses. Idk if you've ever had friends that were shagging, but things start to get weird and suspicious real quick and before you know it, you've worked out they're hooking up. Especially when u start to feel like the 3rd wheel. I imagine that's what happened with V. The moment he realised Jimin likes dudes it was game over, really.

The reason why I think Jin didn't need to be told is coz the Jinkook dynamic is really strong. And we know it was this way from the beginning. What with Jin taking JK under his wing and being like a dad to him almost. He looked after him and made sure he got everything he wanted. And even though they have a Tom and Jerry dynamic going on I think JK respects the shit out of this man. I can see even now in 2023 Jimin going to Jin when JK won't listen and tells him to talk to JK or something like that. And it doesn't even have to be for a Jikook fight. I can see Jimin going to Jin about any concerns he could have about JK. Anyway, my point is, I think JK told Jin himself. That is, if Jin didn't already figure it out. Even if he told JK "I knew already" I can see JK wanting to tell Jin himself.

I cannot place Suga and I go back and forth for 2 reasons. 1) Him being queer himself may have made him automatically figure it out, couple that with him liking, liking Jimin, but noticing Jimin likes JK instead. Or 2) Suga likes to mind his own business and so he don't pay attention to members personal lives unless he needs to. Plus he was busy trying to practice hard on this complex choreo he didn't sign up for and had producing and writing to worry about.... idk guys. Idk about our mans Suga. But I lean more towards number 1 because just coz he minds his business doesn't mean he don't notice what goes on around him 🤔

As for Jhope this is a no brainer, really. We don't even need to headcannon this y'all. He was the first to know. Didn't even need to be told. JK was around them all the time in their room, in Jimin's bed. I wouldn't be surprised if he accidentally walked in on a make out session once or twice. Or that one time they thought he was sleeping and they started making out, little did they know Jhope could hear everything

Idk anon. Idk how Hobi found out but he was the first.

I imagine they must have told them like "officially"

For sure. I agree. At some point Jikook must have decided to actually say something to the members. Maybe 2016? I think that by Osaka Vlive all members knew. After that live no one was allowed to budge into another member's room without warning ever again so for that to have happened means all for them saw what we saw, which means they knew. So by 2016 they all knew.

V, Jin and Jhope of course told them they already knew. Maybe Suga too? And only RM was shook 😂😂 i can't picture otherwise guys. Tell me he's not confused AF here. He's like; what in the world is going on???

And do you think they tried to warn them? Bcz they are idols living in SK and in the biggest group?

Yes. Especially RM as the leader. I'm sure as soon as he found out he was already thinking about the downside. Jin and Jhope supported them immediately and told them to be careful. V and Suga did not address repercussions. I don't see them caring about that.

And what about the company? Do you think they had to "officially" come out to them too?

Like I said their rlship affects the group so yeah an official meeting with Bangpd had to have been had about this. Their contracts had to be adjusted, etc.

But I believe Bangpd supports them 1000% and was quite lenient with them until 2022/2023.

Hope I've answered accordingly. Share your thoughts guys. I'm interested in hearing who u thought already knew and who u thought had to be told.

Hmmm.... I wonder though, if moments like this one from 2014 made RM sus though..🤔 but still, idk why I think he just didn't think in a million years 2 members of his own group could do something like this 😂😂

[dreamsgazer]

Hello I love your writing!! if it's possible I have a request for tangerine. well, not really a request but I saw this prompt "Can you at least look me in the eyes when I talk to you?" and I wondered if you could maybe use it with him.... and make it angsty if possible. Thank you and take your time if u decide to do it!! 💖💖💖💞

Hello Anon! Thank you for your request, I MELTED reading the prompt and your kind words. I hope I did your request justice. Also, I can’t write/read angst stuff if it’s not balanced by fluff and happy endings, so hope you don’t mind it. 

Warnings: Tangerine x Fem!Reader, mention of wounds, swearing

Masterlist

Sometimes We Fight, Don’t We?

The fight we had in Paris after a butchered mission was unexpected in its brutality.

Truth to be told, Tangerine and I rarely fought, fought. We could be both passionate about something and certainly we were vocal and stubborn about our positions on some subjects. 

I had to give him credit that he would give me the same treatment he gave Lemon: the harshness Tangerine usually would reserve for enemies or people he viewed as such wasn’t ever directed to me and his brother. He would get annoyed, but never angry. He would scoff and maybe raise a tad his voice, but never shout or being cruel.

It was an act of affection, in its own way.

This time, though, it seemed we had crossed some unspoken line and I wasn’t sure what to do. Stirring the tea in my cup, alone in my minuscule studio apartment now too crowded with regret and sadness, I thought once more about what happened.

We had a plan to carry on the mission swiftly and with less disruption as possible. He didn’t follow it - figures!

It ended with him being stabbed, and me wanting to cry my eyes out while patching him up, listening to Lemon scolding him more harshly than I had ever heard. I knew why, and so did Tangerine. Tokyo was still too fresh of a memory for them to be back at their somehow nonchalant behaviour during a mission.

Perhaps I shouldn’t have thrown my two cents in the argument, decisively siding with Lemon and getting more and more incensed hearing Tangerine scoffing at our concerns.

“Stop doing that!” I shouted when he brushed our concerns off dor the tenth time, slamming the remaining bandages on the little table “You fucked up, we could have gotten killed, and all you do is being damn defensive instead of apologizing!” 

Tangerine’s temper, one that not even Tokyo had been able to tame - and thank god for that - sparkled to life “Oh, for fuck’s sake, leave me alone! The two of you are acting mental!” Lemon frowned at those words, saying something about his brother’s stupid stubbornness.  “Piss off, Lemon!” Tangerine’s snarl prompted me to intervene again, cheeks burning with anger “Don’t tell him to piss off, he’s right!”

Tangerine turned his back to me, grumbling about needing a cigarette. 

"Can you at least look me in the eyes when I talk to you? “I snapped, temples pulsing and fists clenching on my hips.

Tangerine’s answer had been to grab a smashed pack of cigarettes laying on a nightstand, still not turning to face the mess surrounding him “You are not talking, you are just looking for a fight!”

“It’s because you made me worry sick!”

“Well, then,” he thundered, taking a swift turn for the balcony, rummaging through his pockets for the lighter “we should reconsider if it’s a good idea working together, since this is what happens when things go south!”

“Mate!” Lemon’s scandalized voice had cut through the tension in the room.

I felt my lip wobble and I bit it hard, turning towards the door and quickly grabbing my bag. 

“Where the fuck are you going now?” Tangerine’s voice was still thunderous, but there was something else at its edge. Hesitation? I didn’t stop analysing it, gathering my few things laying around the hotel’s bedroom “I’m going home, if I hurry, I can still board the first flight for London.”

It was my turn to not look at him now, even if I could feel his gaze heaving over me “Are you serious?!”

“Deadly serious. I refuse to stay here and be treated like this.”

As I was marching out of the room I heard Tangerine calling my name, but I let the door slam behind me and that was it. I cried on the cab driving me to the airport, and then cried a bit longer on the airplane bringing me home. 

U  k? Don’t mind him, when he’s in pain he’s an asshole.

Lemon’s message stared back at me the morning after I was back in my apartment. I didn’t want to reply, but it seemed unfair to involve him in something that wasn’t his fault.

Tx, Lem. I’m fine.

The second beep from my smartphone caught me off guard: Yeah, the prick says the same. He’s not. 

I didn’t know how to answer that. So, I didn’t. 

A second beep: I think he was pissed because he disappointed u. And me, but in this case mostly u.

I don’t think my opinion is that much important, Lem.

His reply was fast: I think u r wayyyyyyyyy wrong!

You heard him. I was being mental and maybe we shouldn’t work together.

A heartbeat later: Wanna bet he regrets it? 

Not in the mood to play games, honestly. 

I could practically hear his sigh marking the words on the screen Understandable. Take care, k?

And that was it.

Except it wasn’t. Later that evening my door was almost knocked out by a too forceful knocking. 

When I opened it frowning and ready to rip a new one to whomever was trying to break in, Tangerine was standing in my dim lit landing, comically out of place with his elegant navy coat. 

“For fuck’s sake, do you ever check who is knocking? It could have been a fucking bellend who has grudges against you or shit.”

I was stunned seeing him, and it took me a second before asking him what the hell was he doing there.

“Hello to you too.”

“Don’t start, Tangerine, I don’t -”

“Can I come in?” he sighed, pushing his fingers in his hair, looking somewhat defeated. I inhaled deeply, strengthening my hold on the knob, but before I could slam the door on his gorgeous face he added “’m an idiot, I know.”

Well, that was a first one. I was still too hurt and disappointed, though, and shaking my head, I asked him to leave “I don’t want to say things I’ll end up regretting, Tangerine, so it’s better if you give me some time to cool down.”

He stared at me with wide open blue eyes, and I felt something ache and twist inside my chest. Truth to be told, I didn’t want him to go, but what he had said was stuck in my mind.

“Look,” he frowned, smoothing a non-existent crease on his tailored coat “I’ll go if you want me to, but I just wanted to tell you that-”

The words chocked in his throat, so unused to say them. Tangerine stared at me, huffing deeply “I’m a bastard and I shouldn’t have told you that shit. ‘m sorry, really.”

I was equally shocked and pleased that perhaps for the first time he had admitted his faults. Before I could tell him as much, he cleared his throat “Do you still want me to go? Because if I’m being honest, I’d love to come in and finish what we started in Paris.”

I couldn’t repress my smirk, mirroring his. Just before the mission, Lemon had walked into me and Tangerine, while my hands were on his ass and his lips latched on my throat. We had promised each other to finish after the mission.

“So you came here just to fuck me after giving an half - ass apology?” I joked, my nails running over the lapels of his coat. He took my hand, pressing his lips on my fingers, one by one “I suck with words. Let me show you how bad I feel and how good I can make you feel with a proper… apology.”

Laughing, I finally pulled him inside my little living room, but moved my hand swiftly on his lips, to stop the kiss he was going to give me “Were you serious about not working together?”

Tangerine kissed my fingers again, his mouth moving gently against my skin “I was being an ass. I’d understand if you didn't want to work together again.”

“Well,” I sighed with a not so serious frown “Lemon didn’t do anything to me. It’d be unfair to punish him, don’t you think?”

“Terribly unfair.”

Finally retracting my hand and let him come closer, I looked at him “Just, I need you to promise to be more careful. I mean it, Tan. You have an obligation to stay alive. For Lemon, if not for - "

He kissed me, cupping my face with his hands, cutting my sentence. It was a kiss full of meaning, of apologies and intentions to do better in the future.

“For you as well, love,” he promised, his lips gently travelling to the corner of my mouth.

[crushedsweets]

hi! just wanted to say i love how in detail your lore is. it’s very well explained and i can understand it very easily so i appreciate that lot! i was wondering if you could talk abt jeff and clockys relationship? i’m curious about how you write them together and i’ve always liked their dynamic!

HIII YOURE SO KIND THANK YOU SO MUCH im glad u can understand it easily cuz ik i do a lot of run on sentences.... OK I WILL TALK NOW

ok. ok. jeff and clocky came around the story around the same time the rest of the creeps did. right after clocky was released from the operator, she was running on rage and exhaustion.

jeff is still teetering between the operator and slenderman because he doesnt want to commit to the full process(?), since it's really painful and can take months. and he doesnt care to. but occasionally he'll take a few of the proxy's pills so he can maintain some control over himself, mostly by force tho.

they kinda both got thrown into the same barn by slenderman. clocky cant afford an apartment, jeff . . cant work. when masky or hoody force jeff to take a slender sickness pill every now and again, he like half dies for a couple days in the barn. natalie understands the pain esp cuz it happened to her most recently. so she kinda(very loosely) takes care of him , aka brings him water and weed . he's kinda grateful but he's just... such an arrogant asshole theyre ALWAYS arguing. she won't hesitate to kick him while he's down

but, of course, they have to coexist somehow. so they'll hang out, get high together, talk shit. he gets morbidly interested in what she remembers of her own kills, and she finds it.. oddly relieving to finally get it off her chest. she uses jeff like a confessional. she's told toby, but its really awkward. jeff is interested. he'll ask questions, get excited, all the weird shit. part of her hates it but again, who else will be so accepting of something like that ?

being around him runs the risk of triggering operator-related episodes, though, so they've gotten into trouble together.

toby doesnt like jeff and gets super aggravated at him and natalie being friends. but natalie thinks its really fucking annoying when tobys like 'u shouldnt hang around him' and tells him to shut up.

ofc nina eventually comes into the picture and jeff starts staying with her more often, leaving nat to the barn.

sometimes nat feels lonely and wishes he stuck around, but she just goes to stay with toby (when slender allows it). most of the time she's grateful he's away and can stop pissing her off all the damn time LOL

jeff is seriously just. ok ill admit i make him very one dimensional, but he literally doesnt care. sure he likes hanging out with her but like... he doesn't really do much in return for her, doesn't clean up the barn, doesn't get her anything, etc. he'll float between the barn and nina's apartment without much thought or consideration. but he'd kill someone for nat, if that means anything

generally theyre not close, but yk. theyre sometimes sorta parttime roommates every now and again.

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Okay!! I got the perfect idea for the req 😈

Kaeya sending his wife!reader suggestive pics when she's at work and she gets very shy seeing it but ignores him bc she has to get work done. When she gets home he's in a very revealing outfit, he pins her down on the bed & only rides her strap to get back at her. He does praise her a lot tho and promises to reward her if she's being good & stays still. ofc its dom!kaeya and subby reader🤭 (im uncomfy with being degraded so i'd appreciate it if u keep that out in the fic) thank you <3

Please tell me what u think of this ask 💗

thank you for the request <33 i love this kind of kaeya sm and i hope you like this!! i gotta start working on some of my fluff for kaeya to counteract all the smut ive been writing recently lolol

Payback's A Bitch

Kaeya x AFAB, Fem Reader || Smut || 2 641 words

“And, perfect!” 

Kaeya grins to himself as he scrolls through the photos on his phone. All of them present him scantily clad, eye hooded and hand resting delicately on his waist. His fingers toy with the hem of his sweatpants, pulling it in such a way that it begins to reveal the hair at the base of his navel while simultaneously outlining his hard cock. 

He knows that his lovely little wife is going to absolutely love the photo he’s taken, sending it to you with a grin on his face. Thankfully, you’ve left your read receipts on so he can see that you’ve seen the message. He watches excitedly to see those little bubbles pop up on the other side, anxious to see your response. 

All he gets is the slow passage of time and no response from you. It’s not like you not to respond – anything he sends you is usually at least given an emoji or something really sloppily typed. As far as he knows, you just merely glanced at it and didn’t realise fully what he sent because he had too many clothes. 

He strips down a little more, taking off his shirt and eye patch. This time, his pants are pulled down far enough to see the beginnings of his shaft, poorly hidden under his boxers. Kaeya quickly sends that off, not expecting you to see it immediately yet no response. 

At this point he tries a barrage of images, only to be left on seen. At some point you stop looking, not even when he sends a video. It’s clear to him that he’s being ignored, but unfortunately for you his cunning mind was not about to let that happen without any sort of retaliation. 

“Kaeya? I’m home,” you call out, pulling your phone out again to read his very straightforward message. 

Get ready and find me. Check the box at the door. 

The box in question contains Kaeya’s new favourite strap-on. Your face flushes a little as you imagine a needy Kaeya at your feet, clearly worked up from all the photos and videos he sent you throughout your day at work. You’re not sure what he’s got in mind but you know that he’s got you all melted down in the palm of his hand, more than just a little desperate to feel his touch against your skin. 

Quickly, you make your way up to the bedroom after doing as he asked, deciding that it would make the most sense to find him there. The door swings open, Kaeya sitting on the bed with a shit eating grin as he eyes the straps sitting on your hips above the waist of your pants, pulling you in by them and bringing you to stand between his legs when he sits back down. 

“Can’t stop staring huh?” he purrs, loving the attention you’re finally giving him. 

“I got all dressed up nice and pretty just for you. Don’t you like it?” 

He brings your hand to run down his exposed chest, button up barely buttoned and tucked underneath the almost skin tight pants that outline everything on the lower half of his body perfectly. 

You lean down for a kiss, lips slotting together perfectly and you think that he’ll just let the two of you take your time with each other. Your hands rest on his shoulder, expecting to be able to just hold him when you’re suddenly thrown down onto the sheets, staring back up at that smirk he had before. 

“W-what are you doing?” you gasp, whimpering a little as he takes off your bottoms and readjusts your strap accordingly. 

“Punishing you. I haven’t been sitting around all day waiting for you just to have nothing to show for all that effort,” he grins, quickly working to lube up the toy. 

“You’ve spent all day ignoring me sweetheart, you really think I’m going to let you off that easily?” 

Your eyes go wide at the sound of his words, letting him continue as you try to figure out what to say in response. 

“So now because you ignored me, I’m going to ignore you. But, unlike your cold shoulder I will repay your kindness for all this but only if you behave. How does that sound?”

You know that he’s asking you for your consent right now, pausing in his preparation to see if you’ll try to tell him off. When you nod in reply his playful face returns, easily straddling your hips after removing his pants. He keeps his shirt on, only unbuttoning the rest of it as he slots your cock between his cheeks, his own twitching at the thought of finally having you inside of him. 

“Anything else?” you ask him. 

“Nothing. Just keep your eyes on me, alright doll?” he replies, words turning to a soft moan as he sits down on your dick. 

Kaeya takes your hands in his, fingers tightening as he slowly begins to bounce on your lap, biting his lip as he sets his own pace. You do just as he asks, wishing he would let go of your hands so you could touch him more. The way he looks on top of you always sends a chill down your spine, absolutely enraptured with the way his gaze keeps yours as though the lewd sound of his ass smacking against your body and the bobbing of his girth against his stomach was something he wanted to show off. You’re sure he actually does want to show off, practically preening under your watchful eye as his pace begins to pick up, making the noises slipping out of his lips even louder. 

“Fuck – your cock feels so good,” he sighs, throwing his head back to show you the delicious expanse of his neck. You’ve never felt the desire to kiss him more than right now you think, wanting to feel the way his throat constricts with his needy noises and hold his waist to help guide his pace. 

Like this however, Kaeya’s got you right where he wants you. He can see the way you want him to give you your freedom back, the instinctive bucking of your hips into him to hit that spot inside of him that makes him see stars. The way your eyes linger on parts of his body isn’t missed by him, smirking as you bring them back down to watch the spot where your bodies join. 

“What are you thinking about baby?” he starts to croon, leaning over your body with your joined hands to pin them down at the sides of your head. 

“Thinking about how pretty I look sitting on your dick? Or how badly you want to wrap that sweet mouth of yours around my cock? You’re doing so good just being a toy for me, just sit tight and if you make me cum then I’ll give you anything you want, alright?” 

“Yes darling,” you manage to whimper, heart stopping at the close proximity of his face to yours. 

Your hands clenched into fists as he lets go of them, instead holding you down by your wrists as he begins to bounce in earnest. Quickly, you match his pace with your hips and fuck into him, making sure to pay close attention to the noises he makes as you shift your hips around. Kaeya’s a good teacher and you know you’ve found your spot when he almost collapses onto your body at the feeling of the blunt head hitting against his prostate. 

He presses kisses against your neck, eyes closed in bliss at the feeling of you fucking him just the way he needs without even having to ask. He’s a little proud he’s trained you so well, knowing that your reward will have to be just as sweet. His hips eagerly buck into yours, pretty noises pressed right up against your ear, stuttered words of praise making you even more anxious to please him. 

“That’s it,” he starts, cutting off his own words with a hearty moan. 

“You’re doing so good for me. I knew you could fuck me just the way I’ve been wanting you to. Now, just sit still and let me do all the work, okay? I did say it was a punishment after all.” 

He sits back up, this time taking your hands and putting them on his waist. When your fingers dig into his skin lightly he shakes his head, almost about to scold you before you loosen your grip to his approval. Once he’s got himself back in position, he gives you a wink before resuming his previous pace, fucking himself recklessly as he focuses solely on pursuing his pleasure. 

You resist the urge to buck into him, wanting to aid him but judging by the way his cock throbs as it bounces against his stomach it’s clear he’s enjoying himself. Kaeya looks back down at you, letting his moans sound even lewder as he sprinkles in calls of your name, making sure the aggressive way he slams down on your hips keeps you pinned under his weight. You try to take your hand off his hips, wanting to grab his cock to add to his pleasure but as soon as he feels your grip falter he shoots you a glare, reaching for it himself as soon as you resume your grip.

“Look how hard my dick is for you pretty doll, it’s so fucking desperate for you to touch it. See how much it’s leaking? That’s all just for you darling,” he groans, hand moving up and down his shaft quickly. 

“You’re gonna make me cum – fuck – beg me for it. Tell me how badly you want me to cum for you,” Kaeya pants, barely able to hold back his incoming orgasm. 

“Please cum,” you whine, digging your nails into him – without resistance, thankfully – as you do your best not to squirm under him. 

“I want you to cum, please,” you continue to beg, eyes unable to leave his body as he cums with a loud moan of your name. 

He seats himself fully on your dick, now grinding against it as his cock fucks into his fist. You watch his cum spill over his hand, some of it landing on both of your remaining clothes. Kaeya’s hand finally slows, beginning to languidly stroke himself, prolonging his pleasure with a satisfied groan. He shudders lightly as his body enters the post orgasmic haze, getting off of you and undressing the two of you fully. 

“You got another round in you love?” he asks, parting your legs over his waist. 

“Only if you want to,” you mutter, not wanting to force him into anything after all the effort he went through. 

“Of course I do. I told my pretty baby I’d give her a reward, didn’t I?’ 

Before you’re given the chance to respond you gasp over the feeling of his fingers teasing your soaked slit, knowing that the damp spot underneath you was purely from watching Kaeya enjoy himself on your body. He leans over and presses a kiss to your lips at the same time as his fingers enter you, easily giving him access to your mouth. His tongue slips in immediately, stroking against yours as he kisses you. You can barely focus on the way his lips and tongue move, more preoccupied with the lewd sound of your wetness being fucked by his lithe fingers. 

You moan against his mouth, hips bucking into his touch as he scissors you open in preparation for his cock. You can feel it hardening against your thigh, wanting nothing more than for him to be ramming his thick length into you. 

“You want me bad, huh,” he says lowly into your ear, rutting against your thigh as you arch into him. 

“I was good, wasn’t I? So I get my reward?” you ask, getting your response in actions, not words. 

His length sinks into you as soon as you finish speaking, bottoming out and only giving you a moment to adjust before he starts fucking you at his own pace. He still seems pent up from earlier, your moans unable to be silenced as your legs wrap around his waist and nails scratch down his back. Kaeya watches hungrily as your tits bounce wildly at the rough pace he sets, your warm and tight pussy quickly reminding him why he was so obsessed with it. 

“You did so well for me, made me cum so fucking hard. You want my cum, don’t you? Want me to fill you up all nice so you remember who you belong to? Remember why you don’t ignore me when I work so hard to make sure I look good for you?” 

“Yes, yes, thank you Kaeya – you feel so good – I’m so sorry for ignoring you,” you cry out, hips writhing in his grip. 

“It’s okay sweetheart. I know you were busy but now I have this pretty body to play with, don’t I?’ he teases, bringing both his hands to tease at your nipples.

Your pussy clenches tightly over him, making it harder for him to fuck you but he doesn’t care. He gropes at your tits, practically using them as leverage at the same time as his hips increase in pace and strength. The way he slams home inside of you every time makes you see stars behind your eyes, sobbing when you feel his tongue beginning to tease one of your stiff peaks as a finger starts to circle your clit. 

“You’re so fucking tight,” he breathes against your chest, reveling in the fact that you’ve been reduced to whimpers. 

“Fucking me wasn’t enough for you, right? I know you were desperate to have my cock splitting you in two. You’re so cute.” 

He licks and sucks on you, the feeling of the suction against your nipple adding to your pleasure as your lower core tightens in anticipation for your rapidly approaching orgasm. Kaeya’s pace falters as you squeeze around him so tight he almost can’t pull out, only getting rougher with his mouth and fingers as he feels the sporadic way your walls clench over his girth to bring you to that peak. 

“Cum for me,” he growls against you, his words finally giving you that final push you needed to cum all over him. 

Kaeya’s glad you came quickly, unable to hold back as he folds your legs up to your tits, hands bracing themselves against the underside of your thigh and exposing your pussy to him. His eye stays trained on the way your lower lips spread to accommodate his size, fucking into you like an animal as he finally cums inside of you. You can feel his seed shooting inside of you, whimpering and moaning softly as his slowing pace draws some of it out of you, shaking under his weight and the pleasurable feeling of your orgasm as he draws it out for the two of you. Your arm rests against your eyes as you catch your breath, feeling Kaeya pull out of you and press kisses against your thigh. 

“Pretty baby,” he coos, pulling your arm back to press some kisses against your cheek. 

“You’re such a good girl, I knew you’d make it up to me despite ignoring me all day.” 

Kaeya wraps his arms around you, pulling you over his body as he runs his fingers through your hair. 

“Rest now, okay? I’ll be right here when you wake up. You deserve it.”

Kaeya’s warm words have you nodding, lazily pressing kisses against his bare chest. 

“I love you so much Kaeya,” you mumble against him, brain much too murky to say anything more profound. 

“I love you too,” he replies quietly, pulling your blanket over your bodies as he falls asleep with you.