#rs: weak and wanting

[red-dyed-sarumane]

forfy most liked voice type reveal post

risru (his odo drives me crazy how does he do that. im jealous & into it)

isubokuro (i wish he had his love & destroy on yt so i could embed it but any song works really. the chair has a good voice ur honor)

sekai (again the utaite not the synth.)

nui (she used to go by mahiru but shhh thats a secret)

rim

and technically rime is just rim but to the left (since rim's her voice provider) but the tuning on this song drives me INSANE high rime is sooooo good.

[cinnamonmilf]

⋅˚₊‧ ୨bound୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

summary: your girlfriend thinks you are gonna be the one wearing the handcuffs…uhhhhh

cw: sub!vi, smut with no plot, established rs

It’s been a long day. Completely uneventful and full of missing your girlfriend. You finally hear the rattle of your girlfriend’s pair of keys opening the door. Music to your ears.

You had sent her a text earlier telling her you had a little surprise for her when she got home. She, too, had spent those hours thinking about you, anxiously wondering what you had planned. Knowing you, it was either really good or really bad.

“Babe?”

“I’m in the room!” You respond and your sweet voice already has her feeling a little weak in the knees. After all, she hadn’t heard it in so long (eight hours).

She makes her way on the bed next to you and kisses you with a grin on her face. You indulge in the kiss, deepening it and bringing her closer to you. Feeling your plump lips against hers, your soft tongue inside her mouth and your soft hair through her fingers while she holds the back of your head was everything she needed.

You break the kiss and look at her with starry eyes and right then and there she thinks she could die from how much she adores you.

“You remember the surprise?” You break her trance.

“Hm?” She asks already love drunk and barely processing your words.

You bite your lip with a smile and pull a pair of handcuffs from under your pillow, letting them hang in front of her face.

She raises her eyebrow and a smirk forms on her face. “Where’d you even get those?”

“Online.” You shrug.

She swiftly takes them off your hand, examining them before cockily motioning for you to turn around. You laugh and take them back from her. Jesus, she can be naive.

“I’m not the one wearing them,” you tell her, now being the one smirking.

After (barely any) protesting, you slowly undress your girlfriend down to her briefs and wife-lover. Kissing every inch of her face, neck, shoulders. Vi loves your touch and you are aware of how weak it makes her; it gets her going.

“Turn around for me,” you ask softly. She complies, obediently putting her hands behind her. You are gonna have so much for for her.

You turn her back around and lie her down in her back. She’s completely at your disposal. And there’s something about seeing your ridiculously strong girlfriend this vulnerable for you that goes straight to your cunt and damps your lacy panties.

You take your time. Trailing her body with kisses. Kissing, sucking and biting on the inside of her strong thighs and relishing on the way she bites her lip trying to hide her not-so-subtle pants and whines every time your mouth even grazes her skin. You can tell her underwear has a [growing] wet spot by now, but you can’t help but torturing a little bit more.

Red and purple marks start appearing all over her body. Each of them a reminder that she is all yours. Only you could ever have her like this.

She has a growing wet spot on her briefs by now. You probably should’ve given her what she wanted by now, be nice. But how could you help yourself when she looks so pretty all desperate for you, though?

“Please,” she finally says. Her brows are furrowed and her lip is nearly bleeding from how much she’s been biting into it.

“Hm? What do you want?”

She whines. She’s can’t take it anymore and all she can think of is your tongue inside her finally relieving her from the all-consuming ache she is feeling right now. She needs you so fucking bad.

“Please, baby. Please, I need your mouth.” God, she’s pathetic.

“Here?” You ask before licking a stripe over her soaking cunt through her underwear.

She moans, loud. “Fuck, yes! Please.”

Honestly, how could you say no to those glossy puppy eyes?

You finally discard her briefs and give her what she so desperately craves. You wrap your arms around her legs and lap at her pussy. She’s so fucking sweet. The way she further soaks your face only encourages you to keep going.

You look up to see her and all you can think of is how beautiful she looks like this: so whiny and sweaty and completely fucked out.

You shift one of your hands from the back of her legs to the hem of her shirt, lifting it up to get access to her perky tits. She’s so sensitive, the moment you squeeze one of them and begin playing with it, little “Fuck, so good”’s and “Just like that”’s pour out of her.

She can’t even touch you. Her cheeks are fully flushed and she can’t stop herself from saying your name over and over, it’s all she can manage to say at this point.

Her legs begin shaking, closing around your head. “Fuck, babe, s’too much.”

You chuckle. “Can’t take it? Hm?” You mock. And she hates to admit it, but it only turns her on more.

She pleads for you to slow down, but you aren’t having any of it. You keep working your mouth on her, putting two fingers inside her. She fucking loses it.

One thing about Vi: she’s loud. You have her moaning and begging and, quite frankly, on the verge of tears. It’s nothing short of adorable.

You can feel her getting close. Her walls beginning to clench around your fingers, her eyes fully rolled back, her mouth muttering nonsense.

“I need to cum. Please.” Oh, you know.

“Come for me, beautiful. Want you to come in my mouth.”

That’s all she needed. She lets out a pornographic moan, wanting nothing more than to tug at your hair and push you impossibly closer to her. All she can do is be a good girl for you and take it.

She completely lets go, welcoming her climax in the safety of your touch. You don’t think you’ve ever seen such a pretty sight. If you could fuck her all day long, you truly would.

Once you let her ride out her orgasm on your face and fingers, you take them out of her to taste her one last time before kissing her. Softly cupping her face and letting her melt into you.

You kiss her cheek and she opens her eyes to see you…and the grin you are already trying to hide from her.

“Can you give me one more?”

-

a/n: hello :3 i’m so sorry this is bad, i am rusty AS FUCK. i haven’t written anything in like eight months but i swear i’ll get my talent back as i keep practicing lmfao. i’ll keep writing for ellie (obvi) and also caitlyn but yeah this is my first time writing for vi so i hope it doesn’t flop too much. anyway love u !

tagging my bae @sunflowerwinds

[tokkiwrites]

𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐃𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: After breaking up with your boyfriend of four years, you’re left heartbroken and desperate to leave it all behind. But as fate would have it, just as you’re about to walk out the door of his house, you run into his fatherㅡ the man who’s always lingered at the edges of your mind. the next sensible thing to do is fuck him.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: pwp, bf's dad joel miller x f! reader, short description of toxic rs, fight scene, afab reader, i dont know if this is categorized as cheating :p , age gap, fingering f receiving, joel has a huge one but we alr know!, dirty talk, pet names, p in v unprotected, creampie, slight slapping and hairpulling.

✿ 🪽 𓈒 ﹫𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐢𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 ..＼ ♰ i have been neglecting you cute freaks, but i am here to feed you. behold! boyfriend's dad joel miller smut! around 2.6k words, so it's pretty short, but i hope you love it. not proofread!!!!! okay baiiii 😎🫶🏻

The fight tears through the house like a hurricane, each word leaving wounds too deep. "You never listen to me!" you yell, your voice raw and trembling. Your chest aches, your throat burns, but the word vomit won’t stop pouring out. "Four years, and it’s like I’m shouting into a void! Do you even care about us?"

"Do you even fucking hear yourself?" he fires back, pacing the room like he can’t bear to stand still. "God, all you do is pick fights! You always need something to be wrong. What the actual fuck?"

"Because something is wrong!" Your voice cracks, and the tears come faster now, hot and humiliating. You hate how small you feel, how desperately you want him to care. "I’ve been fighting for this, for you, and all you do is act like it’s a burden!" He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. "Maybe it is. Maybe you are." The words hit you like a punch to the gut. Your breath catches, and for a moment, the room feels impossibly still. You don’t want to cry anymore, but the tears fall anyway, blurring your vision as you step back. "Fine," you whisper, your voice trembling. "If that’s how you feel, then we’re done. I’m done." He freezes, his expression shifting to something almost regretful— but not enough to stop him. "Fuck this." He grabs his keys from the counter and storms out without another word. The door slams behind him, the sound echoing in the quiet house.

For a moment, you just stand there, arms wrapped tightly around yourself as you try to hold in the sobs threatening to break free. The silence feels suffocating, pressing in on you from every angle. You can’t stay here. You need to leave.

You grab your bag and wipe your face as best you can, hands still shaking. You tell yourself you’re fine, that the fresh air will help. But as you turn the corner into the foyer, you collide with something solid— someone solid. "Whoa there," a low voice drawls, steadying you with hands firm and sure. Your heart stutters as you look up and see Joel, your now ex-boyfriend's father.

Your breath catches in your throat. His hand is on your arm, warm and grounding, as his dark eyes search your face. His presence is like a balm, so different from the storm you just walked out of. He’s all quiet strength and rugged edges, his salt-and-pepper beard only making him look more like someone carved out of the earth itself. "Hey, sweet girl," he says, his tone warm and laced with that familiar twang. "What’s got you all worked up? You alright?" The sound of his voice is enough to break you all over again. You shake your head, the tears spilling over despite your best efforts to hold them back. You try to answer, but your words falter. All you can do is nod, though you know you’re far from alright. Not when his thumb is brushing lightly over your flesh, not when his scent— warm, woodsy, familiar— makes your knees fall weak. You can’t look at him, can’t look at the steadiness in his eyes or the way his hands ground you when you feel like you’re falling apart.

"Hey now," he says softly, pulling you into a hug before you can protest. His arms wrap around you, strong and safe, and for the first time all night, you don’t feel like you’re about to shatter. "C’mere, sweet thing. You gotta talk to me, mkay? What happened?" You press your face into his chest, breathing in hus smell that makes you feel like you’re home, even though you know you shouldn’t.

It’s absurd, really. You’ve always known he was handsome, but standing this close, it hits you differently. You’ve always noticed him in ways you shouldn’t, caught yourself glancing too long, wondering too much. And now, with tears still wet on your cheeks and your heart in pieces, he feels like the only steady thing left in the world.

"It’s over," you mumble against his shirt, your voice muffled but thick with emotion. "I broke it off with him. For r-real this time..." Joel pulls back just enough to look at you, his hands settling on your shoulders as his brow furrows. "You and him?" he asks gently, but you could tell he wasn't quite sure in your answer. "You sure ‘bout that?"

"Y-yeah..." You nod, your throat tight. "So you don’t have to... act nice anymore. You don’t have to pretend like you like m-me or care or whatever. It’s done now..." His expression shifts, confusion flickering across his face before something warmer takes its place. His lips part slightly as if he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing.

"Sweetheart," he says, his voice dipping lower, softer, like a secret meant just for you. "What the hell gave you the idea I don’t like you?" You blink up at him, stunned. "I just—"

"Little lady," he interrupts, leaning closer, his voice growing rougher, "it’s damn near impossible not to like you." Your breath catches as his thumb brushes over your cheek, his stare unflinching, as he examines your tear-stained face. There’s something in his eyes you’ve never noticed before—something unguarded, like he’s been holding it back for years. "Sweet thing like you," he murmurs, his lips quirking into the smallest of smiles. "Anyone with half a brain’d like you. But me? Hell, darlin’. I’ve liked you since the day I met you."

You step back slightly, just enough to meet his gaze fully, searching his face for any hint of pity, of kindness given out of obligation. "You don’t need to lie to me," you say, voice trembling. It feels like your heart is spilling out of you, breaking open right here in front of him. "Not just to make me feel better..."

Joel’s brow furrows, his dark eyes softening, and for a moment, neither of you speaks. A thread holds stretched taut between you. He doesn’t drop his hands from your shoulders, doesn’t let you pull away any further. Instead, he tilts his head slightly, studying you like you’re the most important thing in the world right now, like he’s trying to figure out how to put the pieces of you back together.

"What reason would I have to lie to ya now that you ain't with my sorry ass boy?" His voice is low, almost a whisper, but it carries a shiver down your whole body. You swallow hard, shaking your head. "I don’t know. I just—" You stumble over your own tongue.

Joel exhales slowly, his lips pressing into a thin line as his eyes bore into yours. simmering, waiting to swallow you whole. "Darlin’," he murmurs, "Let me show you then." Before you can even think, he leans in.

The world falls away the moment his lips meet yours. It’s soft at first, hesitant, like he’s giving you a chance to stop him if this isn’t what you want. But when you don’t pull away and when you melt into him instead, your fingers clutching at his shirt, he deepens the kiss, large hands sliding from your shoulders to your waist, pulling you closer.

His lips are warm and sure, washing away any heartbreak you might've felt.

When he pulls back, his forehead rests gently against yours, his breaths mingling with your own. "Am I lyin'?" Your chest tightens, the tears welling up again, but this time they’re different. They’re not the tears of heartbreak—you’re not even sure what they are, only that they feel a little like hope.

"Mister Miller," you breathe, his name dancing on your puffy lips. He smiles, soft and a little sad, brushing a thumb along your cheek. "I got you, sweet girl. You just let me." and you crumble completely. with no hesitation, he picks you up, taking you to the nearest bedroom, where he closes the door behind.

it felt wrong. it was wrong. but the way he looked looming over, you got your head spinning in all the right ways. the bed pooled under you, sheets rustling as you watched joel discard part of his clothes. you nip at your lower lip, scooting your body upward to remove the pants you had on. in mere seconds, both of you are naked, gasping, and holding onto each other like nothing else mattered.

You finally get to see joel fully naked and you can't quite understand how a man his age looks the way he does, and how he's still single, given the package he's been blessed with. "you can stop starin' now. you wanna get me shy?" joel teases, his shaft now on full view for you to gawk at. you're taken by surprise when he so easily pulls you down towards him.

he trailed kisses down your chest like flowers fall from cherry trees in the spring, your body reacting in ways you didn’t know were possible. "Please hurry..." and he chuckles, maybe proud maybe amused to see you this desperate. "'m sorry, darlin'" You purr under his touch, wrapping around him like he's a lifeline. his lips crash against yours again, rough palm slipping into your wet panties. you gasp, the feeling so strange yet so familiar. he lets go of your lips, thick fingers working their way inside of you. Joels eyes meet yours, and he curls his digits, speed picking up. the sounds youㅡ your pussy made, were pure music to him, constant encouragement to go harder, faster, loving the way you looked crumbling onto his fingers. "got such a pretty pussy. Sure you ok with an old man ruin it for anyone else?" he asked it as if it was the least absurd thing he could say right now. you nod your head profusely. "atta girl. knew you were the obedient kind first time I saw ya."

"You gonna come?" Almost mocking you, but you could bot form the proper words. You just looked deep into his glinting eyes as your hand made its way to his hardened crotch. "P-pleasee..." Joel almost loses himself, but he's steady with his movements. "Wanna come on my cock, hm? is that what you beggin' for?" your folds drip and clench around him deliciously, you don't want it to end. and when you're almost there... he stops. you whine in protest but you're quickly put back in your place with a firm tug at your hair. "You take what I give you, girl. Now ass up." you comply. in a second, your back is facing him, red cheeks now hidden into his pillow. you try to balance yourself up with one arm, but he grabs you by the wrist.

"Spread 'em." And you do just that, pulling at your flesh. like an auction. only it's you presenting your cunt for fucking. "Fuck, look at that..." he tuts, gathering some of your juices on his pulsing tip, dragging it up and down your puffy lips. "Pretty girl. She cryin' for me, baby?" a string of fain 'yesyesyes' reaches his ear. hes quiet for a bit but the moment he pushes the tip inside you feel your knees buckle, all the strength you had left into your arms fluttering away. you fall face first into the mattres under you as joel pushes down your lower back. it hurts, but the pain is delicious. your moans feel the room, the occasional slap to your ass interrupting them. Joel is strong, fast and brutal, leaving you no room to breathe, fucking so deep into you you're sure he's way past your bellybutton. "T-takin' it so well, pretty girl, so well.." your skin burns where joel touched it, whole head fuzzy and empty. "pleasepleaseplease" as the whole bed shakes and strums to his movements.

your back arches as waves of pleasure break over your body like water on a shore. your head was spinning, heart pounding, as his whole weight dominated over you. "That's it, baby, take it." his thrusts are rough, each hit making your body bounce, the urgency as he hit that very spot each timeㅡ your whole insides burning, too cock drunk to talk or respond, other than some pathetic whines that perfectly accompanied the wet sounds your pussy made. "been dreamin' about havin' you like this, baby. look at herㅡ" joel throws his head back, delivering a harsh thrust, the pain quickly melding into pleasure. "gonna come, hm?" he's stern and rough with his request. "hhhaㅡ y-yes, plea-se..." You don't know if you're crying because it feels too good or because of how long you've waited for this, no matter how unforgiving this could be.

eyes shot open when he roughly yanks your hair, your skin slapping on his being to only sound you can faintly make out in your dazed state. you let your whole body go, tongue lulled out as he takes out on you anything he might've been feeling. you were at his mercy, your moans irrefutable. your stomach flips and churns as that familiar feeling pools again in your lower tummy, and you were chasing it, crying. from what, you didn't quite know. maybe because you've never been fucked this good or maybe because it'll be over too soon.

the room was stuffy. "o-oh myㅡ god!" You yelp when joels speed picks up, shocked that he can go that fast, considering you've heard him multiple times complaining about his bad back. "shitㅡ i gotta come, baby. you gonna let me do it in ya? huh?" You nod your head so, squeezing around him like a ring, and he rewards you with a slap to your ass. "fuckin' slut." he laughs through breathy moans. you're holding on for dear life, reaching for anything your fingers can grasp at this moment. you're sure the neighbors are having a blast seeing the whole house shake. "that's it, girl. take itㅡ c'mon..." with a few more pumps his hips come to a halt, whole body trembling as he comes ropes inside of you. you let go, bliss washing over you, the ringing in your ears covering the soft curses escaping Joel's lips. steadying himself, he pulls out, voice cracking as he speaks again. "fuuck... baby, look at her." he smiles crooked, watching intently as his come drips out of you, cascading down to your thighs. you lick your lips, looking back and right up at him whilst spreading your legs wider.

"Don't do that. think I don't have it in me to fuck you again?"

you tease, "i don't know. do you?" and he laughs, pushing inside of you again, watching as your face contorts in pleasure. "Careful, girl."

you wonder when your boyfriendㅡ i mean exㅡ will come back home.

[driaswrld]

cash in, cash out — gojo satoru and geto suguru.

wc : 1.7k

summary : the one where the boys pick the kids up, satoru loses his wallet, megumi almost throws up, the twins argue color theory, tsumiki gets the aux and suguru has a coupon.

part of : the star paradox collection.

notes : this had me cackling a bit as i wrote it i love the family dynamics esp since this is when the trio is new to the kid thing (around 2009) ALSO yes, suguru has a love for y2k girl groups : pussycat dolls being one of em don't @ me gege told me it's canon.

other : fem!reader, rs label undefined so can be read as platonic or poly (they're lowk dating w/o knowing) mentions of unsafe (?) driving?? mentions of bribery and also tomfoolery and shenanigans

current casette : father stretch my hands pt.1 - kanye west

“—now we do headcount.” Suguru turns in his seat as Satoru slows the car and shifts the gear stick to neutral. “If you’re hungry, say I!” Satoru raises a hand up, his knuckles smacking against the roof of the interior, and Suguru internally dies.

“You’re hopeless.” Tsumiki laughs to herself, rolling the window beside her down, leaning against the frame, spring breeze warming her cheeks.

“I…” Mimiko raises her tiny fist upwards, mimicking Satoru, all while Nanako unclicks their joint seatbelt and breathes a puff of air, exasperated and hair a mess.

Megumi grunts, giving a weak thumbs up. He almost looks like he’s about to throw up.

The car ride was… something to say the least—

“—buckle the seatbelt already, brat!”

“—swallow your spit before you talk, you pig.”

“Steer the car for me, Suguru.”

A click reverberates through the car as Satoru unclicks his seatbelt and turns, ready to dive out of the driver's seat and into the backseat of the car, with arms outstretched to grab ahold of six year old Megumi’s neck.

Suguru’s arm flails to the side as he steadies the abandoned steering wheel from the passenger seat.

“Why didn’t name pick us up?” Mimiko mumbles, clutching onto her strawberry colored doll to her chest.

Ignoring the repeated smacks of Megumi’s foot to the side of Satoru’s cheek, Tsumiki shrugs, gaze fixed outside the window at other cars passing by. “She had work, I think—”

“So we’re stuck with the idiots.” Megumi grunts, and Suguru’s head whips around, lips morphed into a thin line.

Pride, oh sweet pride. Nanako, busy typing away at some cute game on her tablet, looks up for a second and locks eyes with Suguru, who withers a little under her gaze.

“He called you an idiot, Geto-san.” She says, ever the little instigator.

“Take the wheel, Satoru.”

But anyways.

Satoru huffs, almost pouting as the car in front of them stalks forward into the KFC drive thru. “It wasn’t even that bad,” he murmurs as he shifts the gear stick once more, moving the car forward.

Suguru can only chuckle nervously. “Yeah, not too bad…”

Behind Satoru’s back, he gives the kids a funny look, and they all snicker quietly. Well, save for Megumi who’s bordering on car sickness from that messy car ride.

“Alright,” Satoru mumbles to himself before he pushes his sunglasses up to rest in his hair, one arm hanging out the window, looking over his shoulder for a brief moment to check everyone over. “What does everyone want off the menu?”

Honestly, he’s a little proud of himself and Suguru.

Usually, you’re the one who handles picking all the brats up after school, but somehow, the boys managed to do it.

Although, it did take a bit of crisscrossing with seatbelts shared in pairs of two— hey, at least they’re all in one piece, right!

“Twister!” Nanako exclaims with a grin and Mimiko nods along with her twin sister, setting her doll down in her lap with a smile that Suguru mirrors, something so small making him feel so… soft inside. “I want the one with the sweet flavored chicken inside—”

“I want the spicy one.” Nanako nods along, turning her attention back to her tablet, clicking away.

Satoru hums, turning his head a little to the side, and Tsumiki mumbles, “Maybe just a chicken sandwich… with some coleslaw too.” He looks to Megumi, who still has his mouth twisted into something between a frown and a pout, so cute—

“And what do you want, Megs?” Suguru asks before Satoru can, as the car treks forward in the drive thru line, drawing closer to the order speaker.

“Whatever Tsumiki gets, I’ll get that too.” Megumi shrugs a little and a smile stretches on Satoru’s face — though he hides it well, straining his head forward.

(Mimiko can see him through the side mirror but he doesn’t even remember that.)

After ordering and making it halfway down the length of the drive thru, there’s only two cars ahead until the pay window.

Suguru is helping Tsumiki plug the aux cord into her ipod touch — a birthday gift from Satoru.

“I don’t think the cord’ll fit,” Tsumiki mumbles, peering over his shoulder, head leaning against the headrest. “It’s probably too big or something.”

All while Mimiko and Nanako are arguing over a dress up game on their tablet.

“She looks better in purple—”

“But I like the yellow better—”

Megumi narrowly dodges Satoru’s elbow as he bends his arm to rummage through the storage compartment of the armrest.

“Don’t worry too much, Tsumiki—” He mumbles, haphazardly searching for another aux cable, and his wallet, because for some reason he didn’t feel it in his pocket just now. “Suguru’s good at making all kinds of things fit—”

A smack to the side of his head sends his sunglasses flying off his head into Nanako’s lap, and the twins share a look with each other. “We should try sunglasses on her—”

“I don’t want her to look like Gojo-san—”

Megumi snickers just as Suguru snatches the shorter aux cable from Satoru’s hand.

Tsumiki tilts her head to the side, a grin reaching her lips once Suguru finally gets the aux connected. “Hold on,” Satoru whispers to himself, shifting back in the driver’s seat and moving forward to take the place of the car that was just in front. “Suguru, I can’t find—”

“Check under your seat or something.” Suguru cuts him off, scrolling through the sheer ridiculous list of songs on Tsumiki’s ipod touch — most of which are Taylor Swift and a few J-Pop groups. “It’s not there.” Satoru huffs in defiance.

From where Megumi’s sitting slumped in the backseat, he can see the shadow of Satoru’s billfold laying under his seat.

Naturally, Megumi wants to watch him squirm a little. Afterall, Suguru told him to look there and he was too proud to, so…

Satoru’s phone vibrates from inside the open glove compartment where it’s charging.

“I’m sure I had it in my side pocket…” He mumbles to himself, and Suguru gives him a look of absolute defeat with a hint of nonchalance.

“Well I don’t have any money on me—” The timing couldn’t be worse really. “Of course you don’t. Because all of you freeload off me—”

Megumi rolls his eyes, “As if you don’t make six figures.”

The phone vibrates again, and it’s the least of Satoru’s problems, really.

“Is that all I am to you? Some bank?”

Because here he is, next in line to pay and he doesn’t have his card in his hand, Suguru is still flat broke as always, you aren’t here and it’s not like the brats in the back have a steady flow of income coming in.

Why didn’t he just set up his damn online accounts when you told him to?

“Maybe you should answer that,” Suguru shrugs, damn near unable to hide his little smile when he comes across a song by the Pussycat Dolls. He has half a mind to say out loud that he’s raising Tsumiki right.

The phone vibrates again.

“Satoru—”

“Jeez, fine, damn.” Satoru is shifting around in his seat like he’s possessed, patting down his pockets, all while the phone keeps vibrating.

He reaches over with a frown, yanking the charger out and answering the phone with a single tap and a curt, “I’m busy right now, what is it?" Putting it on speaker as he leans over in his seat again to search his pants.

“Hello to you too, sunshine.” Your voice echoes through the phone and Satoru winces, pink tinging the tip of his ears. “Sorry name, I just—”

“He lost his wallet and we’re going to starve.”

Megumi leans forward, sticking his head out and leaning against the passenger seat.

Tsumiki and Suguru stifle a laugh, and Mimiko lifts her head with a pout. “But— I don’t wanna starve!”

“Oh, Mimi…” You sigh, damn near ready to punt Satoru into the sun. “That’s not going to happen, Megs is just making fun—”

“I have a coupon for a biscuit from that magazine yesterday,” Suguru says and he locks eyes with Satoru who glares straight at him. “Hey, I’m just suggesting solutions!”

Shoko, who’s sitting beside you in the vacant classroom looks up from the mission report she’s signing up for the both of you and bellows a huge laugh. It really doesn’t help Satoru’s pride at all, and he grabs the phone, clicking it off speaker and hugging it against his ear.

Suguru watches as Satoru slumps in his seat, one arm hanging over the steering wheel and another out the window. A grown man, twirling the side of his hair and pouting.

He doesn’t even think twice before snapping the photo — he ends it off to the twins’ tablet, and they exit their game to open it, giggling into their tiny fists.

“name…”

“I’m not sending you money, Satoru—”

“Please! I promise I just misplaced my wallet,”

The twins pass the tablet over to Megumi who folds his lips to hide his laugh, nudging Tsumiki who leans over to giggle at the picture too.

“Pleaaasee! C’mon, I promise I’ll even set up my account like you told me to—”

Suguru sends a sneaky wink to the kids and they all burst out laughing, to which Satoru whips his head around, only to find everyone ducked down in their seats, suspiciously minding their own business.

Suguru’s even gazing out the car window, a guilty whistle leaving his lips.

“I let you two pick them up one time and—”

Satoru cranes his head out the window, his voice lowering to a whisper. “name, I’m begging you. This is a man’s pride we’re talking about here—”

“You can always use Suguru’s coupon—” You murmur.

“I’ll get a chocopie with your order.”

"I'm literally paying— hey, what do you take me for? I have some semblance of self respect—”

“Two chocopies and a twister.” He looks around before ducking his head again in a whisper, “I’ll even pay for all your meals this month— matter of fact, you can just take my card—”

“Two months, including takeout.” You grumble. “And add an egg tart, I’m sending the money to Suguru right now.”

[daemon-in-my-head]

At last. My personal 100% fav interpretation/hc of the tyrant and his mind.

Gortash is absolutely and incredibly possessive and Durge's disappearance did break him. But not because his lover left or smth. It's because someone 'stole' his possession (possession being Durge). Quite frankly, it didn't even matter whether it was Durge or someone else he held to the same standards. But since it happened to be Durge he now also had to deal with the uncontrollable but that is Orin which is even worse.

I mean. Y'all. Gortash has the fucking Iron Throne and he.did.not.change.its.name.

The Iron Throne and it's layout was specifically designed by Sarevok to resemble Bhaals own physical plane. And Gortash kept it untouched. Not even changing the name. He essentially just said: Hey bhaal your plane is now mine and u can't do jackshit about it.

And if we dig even deeper it is a message to Durge too; Hey babe I'm now the owner of your father's treasured possession (which is u ourself Durge) and also I've replaced the being you worship as your God with myself. Xoxo Gortash.

He's also playing with Durge. The carot and the stick treatment all the time. Their rs is more akin to a power struggle and any and all weaknesses will be observed, noted, and if necessary used against them. By both of them.

He worships Durge, but in a way that he wants to rip them from Bhaals grasp and lock them in the cage he lovingly prepared for them. He thinks they're equals, yes, but that doesn't mean either of them will start playing fair. Their refusal to do so is what made them equals in the first place.

He's possessive and mad and quite insane and willing to go to frightening degrees in claiming what he considers to be his. It's a violent obsession, literally and figuratively speaking.

And ofc, he is capable of softness. But that softness always has an ulterior motive. He is not nice to be nice, he is nice to bind them closer to him. To ensnared and trap them. To find weaknesses and ways that work. It's the carrot and the stick and lovebombing all over again.

The more time he spends with them, the more gruesome and all encompassing his obsession grows and he wants to steal from a god. Essentially, he's Karsus but it's not Mystril he's up against, it's Bhaal and the weave is a little Godling.

Also ofc they've been doomed from the beginning cuz ofc they are, Gortash grows mad and violent as the mad dog that is durge grows more reasonable and chill until they do the fire and ice thing and go up in smoke.

And now in part 2 I shall elaborate how I enjoy my durge-

[ba9go]

thinking about watching horror movies with itadori yuuji

itadori yuuji x gn!reader, fluff (sfw), implied established rs

if you're scared of horror movies...

yuuji is so excited when you finally agree to watching a horror movie with him!! he is so so proud of you for mustering the courage to confront your fears

yuuji is so excited but he knows you're terrified of horror movies so he keeps asking to make sure you're really okay with this

"you'd seriously do this for me?! you're the best, thank you!! it's not that scary, i promise! okay, maybe just a little... but it's fine! i'm with you, 'kay?"

yuuji holds your hand throughout the entire movie and does not let go (he will literally only grab his soda and popcorn with his other hand)

yuuji cusses out anything and everything that scares you.

the ghost is about to appear but the door swings open so freaking slowly, creaking ominously, and you're hiding your face behind yuuji's arm from all the suspense

"man, this ghost is weak as hell! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR ALREADY!"

"NONONONO I'M NOT READY TO SEE IT, I DON'T WANT TO SEE IT!!"

"oh, my bad!! GET LOST AND GO BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM!!!"

yuuji feels kinda bad for this but he thinks you look so cute, all scared because of the movie. you're gripping his hand so tightly and the way you bury your face in the sleeve of his hoodie has him cooing at you

"hey, hey, you're okay! i'll tell you when the bad guy's gone, okay?"

and if either one of you need a toilet break, the two of you are going together. yuuji is not leaving your side 🫡

if you love watching horror movies...

yuuji is PUMPED. movie date nights? nah, HORROR MOVIE DATE NIGHTS

at first megumi and nobara are a little concerned for your mental well-being, thinking that yuuji's somehow coerced/brainwashed you into watching horror movies with him every week. they soon realise that you two are truly a match made in heaven.

"yuuji!! can we watch The Rope Curse 2 next week?"

"hell yeah we can!! let's do it!!!"

yuuji is so excited to finally have someone to yap with about horror movies. the two of you have the time of your lives geeking out about all the underlying themes and the visual effects and the cgi and all that shmazz

yuuji has boxes and boxes full of old horror movie cds and blurays and it has become your shared mission to clear out these boxes.

you guys stick little sticky notes on the cover of each cd/bluray with little ratings ("Mother!" - 6/10, not the greatest but hey there's jennifer lawrence!)

"babe, what would you do if you saw the nun in real life?"

yuuji sucks in a deep breath before slowly exhaling

"maybe take a picture and show you?"

"i'm not sure valak would appreciate that, yuu."

"you're probably right. can we cosplay lorraine and ed warren for halloween this year?"

"hmm how about i be the nun and you be the crooked man? nobara and megumi can be lorraine and ed!"

"let's do it!!"

this was so self-indulgent sorry 😮‍💨

[jaembun]

the way you look should be a sin.

if mark’s at your door, the only thing you’re going to do is let him in ！⠀⸻⠀mark lee x gnr ⠀ fluff (?) pre rs ⠀ wc 1.4k ⠀ now playing . . ☆

생각⠀my girlfriend! my! girlfriend! thnku isa for inspiring me to write this he’s kind of the only thing important ever

you hadn’t really been properly asleep anyway, having drifted off in a half-slumber after scrolling mindlessly on your phone for a while, and you supposed that was why the sudden sound of it ringing from its place still loosely clasped in your hand woke you up so easily. everything was still vaguely blurry when you pushed yourself onto your elbows, squinting hard in order to see the name of the contact flashing across your screen. mark met your eyes, and you flopped backwards onto your mattress before tapping the accept button and then pressing the same hand to your mouth to stifle a yawn.

“are you awake?”

you pulled the phone back from your ear to aim a slightly incredulous look at it, even if you knew your best friend would’ve been none the wiser to the expression.

“i mean, i am now. what is it, markles? did you forget something?”

mark stumbled over his next words, muttering them under his breath more than anything. “no, but.. ah, nevermind, dude, it’s fine. i don’t know why i called.”

you sat up slightly in your bed, ignoring the slight chill the blanket falling away from yourself gave you, eyebrows furrowed a little in concern at the unsure tone of your friend. “mark? what’s up?”

he started to say something more but cut himself off, words trailing off into nothing. it was silent on the phone for a few moments then, only the sound of your shared faint breathing coming through the lines until he finally got his words together and spoke up properly.

“i’m, um. i’m outside your apartment.”

that woke you up fully, eyes widening a little as you stood up out of your bed, leaving it unmade as you padded over to your window and looked down more than a few floors to the street outside—where, if you squinted, you could almost make out mark’s figure lit up by the streetlights and standing alone on the pavement, recognisable mostly by his familiar fleece jacket.

“what the fuck, mark? i’ll buzz you in, come on. you must be freezing, i don’t—why are you over here so late? did donghyuck sexile you, or something?”

you stayed at the window just long enough to watch his small head shake before moving over to your door in order to let him up, shivering again with the now complete lack of your blanket.

“nah, he’s at jeno’s. i just.. i don’t know. i missed you, man.”

the words made you stop in your tracks, for a second. his voice was small, but it sounded sincere—and it was sincere, you knew it was, because mark couldn’t have told a lie even if he was paid to do it. had been earnest since before he knew what it meant. you covered how choked up you suddenly felt by scoffing, depsite it sounding weak even to your own ears.

“yah, you sweet talker, you probably just want me to make you a hot chocolate. get up here already, hm?”

his laugh was barely that, sounded more like an exhale of air than anything, but you were glad for it all the same. quiet fell over the two of you again, but this time it was more comfortable, with only the idle sounds of the elevator and his footfalls coming all the way to your door. 

“see you in a sec,” was all you murmured through the line before hanging up and shoving your phone into the pocket of your sweats, fiddling with the lock on the door for a moment, another, before it was finally open and mark was standing before you. 

he looked tired—you weren’t surprised, seeing the last time you checked it was creeping past two in the morning—but his mouth still curved up into a small smile that you mirrored with ease, beckoning him in and pushing the door shut behind him, reaching out with the tips of your fingers to slide the lock into place.

“so what’s up, markl—“

before the nickname could fully pass your lips mark was falling into you, head finding solace tucked into the crook of your neck and hands coming up to loosely grip onto the fabric of your shirt on your waist. his fingertips were red from the cold, but his cheek was hot from where it was resting on your shoulder. 

“can we.. go t’bed?”

it was just as mumbled as it’d been over the phone, but this time a lot louder—he was right next to your ear, after all, his periodic soft exhales hitting your skin causing little shivers running across it that weren’t from the chill, this time. you simply nodded in answer to his request and attempted to detach yourself from his grip to walk him over to your unmade (but comfortable, you defended to yourself) mess of a bed, but mark made a vaguely whiny noise of protest and clung onto you tighter.

your laugh came out a little too high in the dead silence of your apartment, hoping even if mark did notice the way your ears burned a little hotter that he’d be kind enough (or tired enough, at least) not to bring it up as you slowly walked him to the sheets, trying not to trip up on his feet shuffling backwards, trying not to focus on the way he felt so malleable in your careful hold.

“take this off,” you murmured lowly once you’d reached the foot of your bed, tugging gently at the fleece he was still wearing and trying not to cringe at how suggestive your words sounded even if your intentions were innocent. you focused on nudging at his feet, too, where his shoes were still on. “and these. you’re not putting your dirty trainers anywhere near my blanket, markles, for real.��

“mm.” was all he hummed in reply, but didn’t move from his spot. you were ready to do it for him if it came down to it, but before you could reach for the zipper of his jacket he taking half a step back, barely out of your space, and doing it himself. they were left lying idle on your floor once he’d rid himself of both the offending items, but you figured they’d be just fine for a night—it wasn’t like you didn’t have a few hoodies and jeans doing exactly the same thing while you avoided putting them away properly for a day or two longer.

where you stopped in your place once he had deemed himself ready go, unsure of what move to make next, mark had no such qualms. he let himself fall back onto your sheets and got himself comfortable like they were his own, the way his brow furrowed when he didn’t see you following a clear indication of what he wanted you to do, and you found yourself being able to do nothing but comply with his wishes, slipping in next to him after abandoning your phone on the bedside table.

the lights were faint, streetlights only just shining in through your window, but you could still see his brown eyes trained on your own as you led there face-to-face. you tried to speak but, embarrassingly enough, your throat failed you, and so you only tried again after turning to the side for a moment to clear it. 

“are you okay?”

the smile was back. still small, still sincere. “i am now.” and. oh. mark was so—lovely, sometimes. all the time. you didn’t know what to do. but it seemed you didn’t need to, because then he was turning over, away from you, and then shifting backwards until it was all too clear right where he wanted you.

and so, swallowing back the way you felt choked up for the second time that evening, you shuffled closer and slung an arm over his hip, feeling him relax under your touch almost instantly. it was more than just your blankets providing you with warmth, now. mark had always run a little hotter.

“night, markles.“ you mumbled half-into the nape of his neck, lips almost brushing his skin. there was a light sound as he tossed a hand back to find where yours was resting on his side and squeezed once. twice.

“see you t’morrow, ynnie.”

and that was all it needed to be. a boy in your arms, both in your bed. sharing warmth until the sunlight pouring in through your windows would force you to leave it. as simple as that.

[hwanchaesong]

┗🖋️In between fights and smoke / Daydream collides with a poison cloak / Putting nightmares into a tight choke / Fixing it with a lust-filled stroke 📖

🎧: Taylor Swift - I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)

wc: 2.4k

genre & warnings: angst, sprinkle of fluff, smut, stoner!hee, petnames, weeds & alcohol, kind of like toxic rs, cursing, appearance of other enha members, cunnilingus (f receiving), fingering, slight nipple play, creampie (?), unprotected sex, etc etc mdni

a/n: this is a part of The Tortured Poets Department series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.

The device shook on your palms, the icy night breeze seeping in your skin, truly, you should've worn a thicker jacket instead of some flimsy cardigan on your way here.

But who could blame you?

Getting a cryptic message out of nowhere, more so if it's about your oh so, loving boyfriend, would make you bolt out of your house even during the ungodly hour of 2:37 am.

You read the text again, and you couldn't help the scowl in your face.

"Get your boy."

You've always wanted to receive the magical three words. Not the vomit-inducing one.

Sighing, you tucked your phone inside your pocket, proceeding to walk into the spacious rustic porch of the eerily quiet house.

No knocks were needed, the owner of the residence opening the door once you're in front, motioning for you to come in.

You did and the first thing that you could think of is the unusual atmosphere of the building. Most of the time, the blaring music and glaring lights would repulse you, but there were none of those today.

Did the party end early?

Before you could ask where he is, the male with you answered your unspoken question.. or questions at that.

"No rave for tonight because we decided on another festivity, down in the basement." he says, giving you a weak smile as he shoves his hands down in his pockets.

"Thank you, Jay." you returned the smile, which he wasn't able to see for he's already heading into his kitchen.

You then sauntered at the said place where you could find the person that you have personally come to pick up.

Entering the area almost made you want to go to the hospital. The smell was revolting, a mixture of burning fronds, sweat, ashes of joints and alcohol invaded your senses and it was nauseating.

You stood there for a minute, scanning the realm of awfulness until your eyes landed on the guy that was supposed to be in bed with you. Cuddling you and whispering sweet nothings to make you sleep but here he is, giggling like a child, blowing out a puff of smoke that paints his lungs black.

"Heeseung." you called, paying no mind to the other inhabitants of the spacious basement, footsteps nearing closer in his figure that was slumped on a sorry ass sofa, "Let's get you home."

His eyes snapped open, craning his neck to peer at you, recognition flashed and his expression lighted up. He threw you a wide grin, patting his lap as an invitation for you to take.

"There's my baby! Look, everyone! My baby is here!" he mused, pointing at you, and for a second you'll dare say that he looks nothing but an angel.

Big bright eyes, squinting just a tiny bit with how wide his grin is. Vermillion tresses frame his cheeks so well, pink pouty lips, and an adorable scrunched up nose.

An innocent one. Your innocent one.

Except you know who, what, and how he is. But you're not one to back down from a challenge. The moment you decide to date him, to let him in your life, you know that you're in for a disastrous ride.

"Really, Y/N? Him?"

"I thought you were wise and smart."

"I wish you luck, dear."

You shook the echoing voices in your head, opting to focus on the current dilemma at hand.

"Hee, let's go. Yeah?" you murmured softly when you're in front of him, attempting to get him out of this hell hole with you.

He whines, pulling you into him out of the blue, that made you yelp, gripping his shirt to steady yourself in his lap.

He dips his face on the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet, vanilla scent, a stark contrast of the environment he's in for the past few hours.

"My baby smells like cake, delicious." he hums, his hands going over your waist, and you tried your best to get him off you in a lenient manner.

"Go get a room." his friends, Jake and Sunghoon, who are also in the room fake gagged, and Heeseung didn't take that well.

He takes you with him when the annoyance shoots over his veins, hauling you with him and out of the house but not without yelling a playful yet condescending statement.

"At least I'm not like you losers! I actually have a girl that gets my dick wet!"

You kept your mouth shut, the scolding will come later but for now, it's your turn to do the dragging, ushering him into your car so you can finally drive away from here.

Arriving at your own home felt like breathing fresh air, well, the groans of your boyfriend brought you back to reality.

"Lee Heeseung!" you shout in anger, and despite being in a dopamine-incited state, he still has half a mind to be alert when you used his full government name.

"Woah, baby? Why?" he's struggling but manages to come over to you, his hands moving to wrap you in his arms.

You dodged the affection he was about to give, choosing to throw him daggers through your eyes, "Why? Why?!" you shout in pure exasperation.

"You can't just say that! I am not your toy that will 'make your dick wet!' That was so disrespectful!" you imitated his words from earlier with a mocking tone, jabbing at his chest harshly, "I don't deserve that."

His eyes soften, cupping your face and his thumbs caress your cheeks, smoothing your wrinkled features, "Of course you don't. I'm so sorry baby, I was joking with them."

"That wasn't a good joke, Hee. That hurt me." you utter, leaning into his warm touch.

How you hated it when you're this weak for him, then again, this is what you swore to protect and reveal to everyone who judged him early.

They don't know that his calloused hands from all the fighting he did can bring such velvety skinship.

They have no idea that his vulgar way of speaking can actually be so honeyed and gooey if he wants to.

They don't know him like you do. So, it is your mission to show them that a wild man can be tamed.

"I'm sorry, baby," he lifts your face, allowing you to look into his apologetic caramel orbs, "let me make it up to you, hm?"

You stare and nod, because if you're going to be honest, there's no getting out of this.

He presses his lips onto yours in a searing, messy kiss, tilting his head to further deepen it. Your hands cling to his hair, tousling it the more the make-out session gets hotter.

His hand squeezed your left breast over your clothes, causing you to moan and he took that as an opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth, licking every corner that he can reach.

Your tongue clashed with his, not for dominance, but for the sole purpose of riling each other up. He moans when you suck on his tongue, unexpected surprise but he loved it nonetheless.

He returned the favor with much zeal, disconnecting from you and the string of saliva broke when he dipped his head to smooch all over your neck. Trailing open, wet mouthed kisses down your clavicle, then biting on your collarbone and sucking on the damage, leaving a purple patch on its spot.

He slowly raises his head, his pointy nose scraping on your mastoid until he reaches your ear, his hands grabbing your ass to bring your lower area to his, making you feel his hard member poking on his jeans.

"Am I doing a great job of making it up to you?" he inquires, like a puppy in need of some validation.

"I think," using your palms to lift his head, giving him an eskimo kiss, "you have to do more."

He smiles, hoisting you in his strong arms and easily manhandling you into the comforts of your shared bedroom, hurling you onto the mattress with matching pecks on your face and lips.

"Guess I'll have to do my best." he murmurs against your lips before all hell breaks loose, clothes tossed everywhere until you're both stark naked.

You gripped his hair tightly when his mouth snaked on your chest, popping a nipple and sucking on it while his left hand played with your other mound, pinching and tugging on it. His right hand slithered down your stomach, passing by your navel until it reached your core.

A gasp was heard from you when he dipped a finger in your wetness, swirling the juices around your labia and his index finger played with your clit in an up and down motion.

He lightly nibbles on your nipple before switching to the other one, giving it the same treatment as he continues his actions on your pussy.

So many sensations all at once and it had you twitching and drenching under him. He's always been good at having you at his mercy when it comes to things like this.

His ministrations came to a halt when you moaned his name. No, he won't let you come if it's not in his mouth.

Heeseung positioned himself in between your thighs, his fingers digging into your plush flesh and spreading your thighs wider, his face so close to your heat but you don't have the time to be embarrassed when he sticks and flattens his tongue out on your pussy.

He licks away your juices, humming in delight with your taste. He's not a man of patience, evident in how he inserts two of his fingers inside, curling it in a relentless pace and it hits the spongy spot perfectly.

"H-hee! Ah!" you mewled, his name is the only thing in your mind. He's so fucking good, your good boy. It shows when he frowns, concentrating on giving you the fitting pleasure to make up for his mistake.

He sucked on your clit harshly, alternating to licking it with his hardened tongue while his digits worked you to oblivion. Soon enough, you've come undone, releasing in his mouth which he graciously received, slurping you clean, only stopping when you have to physically push him away due to overstimulation.

You were breathing heavily, then you steeled yourself when you felt the tip of his manhood poke your hole. Half lidded eyes staring at him, giving him the signal that he can go on and ruin you into his liking.

"bab- fuck! Feel so good." Heeseung groaned when he entered you in one go, your walls clenching around him. When he feels your hips move, he begins to slam into you, docile at first then he hears you beg for more.

How could he even say no to his precious baby?

His hips rams harder and faster, it makes your whole body shake. Every drag of his length accompanies a squelching sound with how wet you are but you couldn't care less, it's the result of what he's making you feel.

Even in your rapture drunken stupor, you can still feel the vein on the side of his cock, sliding so exquisitely inside.

With his large hands supporting your hips, he lifts one of your legs on his shoulder, a completely different position but it allows him to plow deeper into you. Pushing his cock further until it kisses your weak spot, a rather melodious moan erupting from you and that was enough for Heeseung to know that he had hit the jackpot.

He continues fucking into you, your wetness spreading on his balls, thighs and sheets yet it turns him on so much.

He gazes down at you, and my god, a scene worthy of jacking off when he's not with you has been engraved in his brain. You are so fucking divine under him.

Eyes almost rolling in the back of your head, tiny hands grabbing the pillows for dear life, and drool running down your chin. Sensual and messy are everything he had always wanted.

He lurches down to give you a kiss, swallowing your saliva and moans, he detaches and speaks, "I fucking love you."

"I-I Hees-" you tried to return his sentiment, but a coherent sentence isn't available at the moment due to your hazy mind, courtesy of the excellent fucking you're currently receiving.

Heeseung thrusts are becoming erratic, desperate and he knows he won't last long.

"Come on baby, cum with me, yeah?" he mumbles, "Don't hold back." he orders, every word punctuated with a powerful thrust.

You opened your mouth in a silent moan, gushing on his pulsating dick and your tight walls were sufficient for him to release his seed inside, milking him dry.

He pulls out, some of his cum smearing on your womanhood, and he collapses beside you.

Aftercare can be done later, too tired for that, but never for a cuddle. He pulls you close to his heaving body, both of you catching your breath.

"I really am sorry for what I said a while ago." he mutters, rubbing consoling circles on your flushed skin.

"Do you promise not to do it again?" you gazed at him, looking for any signs of deceiving when he agreed without any hesitation, but the only thing that you see is his ethereal halo made out of his hair.

"Hee.. please don't destroy yourself." you flopped back into his sturdy chest, tracing lines on his muscles.

"Of course baby. If I did that then I won't be with you anymore. We can't have that happening."

He chuckles and you do too.

Surely, you don't need any prayers from those people who act like they care about you. They don't have to go out of their way to make their god bless you, because you are already graced with the greatest blessing.

People will judge either way if you tell them that he's your boyfriend. But none of that matters because you have already decided that he is yours, and you are his.

The next time, or should you say, for the future times where you sit inside the bar where he works at, wearing the sexiest dress you could muster that he'll inevitably rip off of you later, you can simply shrug the comments of the nosy dumbasses.

Watching him sing his heart out while playing the electric guitar, you know that he is a force to be reckoned with but he loves you, and you believe that you're the one thing he needs in this cruel world to change.. to improve.

You'll fasten his seatbelt when his journey is turbulent, anchor him when he floats too high, and you will cement him here on earth if he flies away too much.

You will do everything for him, for Lee Heeseung is your heavenly man.

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@ramenoil @shakalakaboomboo

[p-artsypants]

Here's a sneak peek at a one or two shot idea I had. I was wondering if a few people could read it and tell me if it's completely incomprehensible and I need to tone it down, or if it's readable.

Hiccup has been turned into a toddler by a druid hired by Viggo.

Hiccup wiped at his face before placing his hand on Toothless’ snout. “It otay, Toobwiss.” 

Astrid petted his hair soothingly. “How much do you remember?” 

“Ebe’yting.” He pointed at her. “Youh Astwid, das Snotwout, Fisswegs, Heaber, Wuffnut an’ Tubnut!” 

“Oh my heart would melt if this wasn’t terrible,” said Heather. 

“Bee-go anna dwiud casted a spehwah on me,” he explained, nodding vigorously. 

“‘Viggo and a Druid cast a spell on me’” Fishlegs translated. “I’m pretty sure that’s what he said, at least. I babysat my niece a lot back on Berk.” 

“So how old do you reckon you are, H?” Asked Tuff. 

“Um…I fink I tree.” 

“You think you’re a tree?” 

“No! Tree!” 

“That’s what I said.” 

“I said tree!” 

Fishlegs sighed. “Three, Tuff. He thinks he’s three. Some sounds are hard for little kids. Definitely the ‘Th’ sound. Sounds like Hiccup struggles with Ls and Rs.” 

“Foh seberal yeawhs,” said Hiccup, frowning at how incomprehensible he was. 

“For several years, got it,” said Astrid. 

“Say ‘Terrible Terror’,” demanded Tuff. 

“Tehbobo Tewhoa,” Hiccup replied, only to frown afterwards. 

Astrid tsked, then crossed her arms. “So, Hiccup’s mind in the body of a three year old? That’s what we’re working with?” 

“It seems like he has the emotional maturity of a three year old too. He might just have our current Hiccup’s memories,” observed Fishlegs. 

“Only one way to find out!” Said Tuff. “What’s six times three?” 

Hiccup pouted before answering, “Um…eighteen?” 

“Oh, so close, better luck next time!” 

“Eighteen is the right answer, muttonhead,” Snotlout snarked. 

“Oh. Maybe someone else should quiz him.” 

“Let’s worry about that later. Right now, I need to send another Terror to Berk.” 

“I’ll take care of it, if the Twins wrestle another Terror,” Snotlout shot them a look. “Little Hiccy needs some babysittin’ and I’m not that kind of guy.” 

“I don’ need babensittin!” Hiccup protested. 

“Sorry H, you’re way too cute, I can’t take you seriously.” 

“I not toot!” He yelled, his eyes watering again. 

“Don’t let them get to you,” Astrid comforted. “But you are rather adorable, Hiccup.” 

“Ooh!” He lamented, burying his face in his hands. 

“Well, without your leg and Toothless’ tailfin, I don’t think either of you are getting around much independently. And even though you shrunk, I think Toothless is still too small to carry you.” 

Toothless, in response, curled up against Hiccup, and rested his head in his lap. Hiccup pet him with his little baby hands. “He’s da size of a Night Tewhoa.” 

“Yeah, maybe a little bigger than Smidvarg.” 

Hiccup frowned harder, his little mouth trembling. “Whadder we gonna do? I tant heahp wike dis.” 

“Nor would we want you to go out when you’re so vulnerable. I already sent for Gothi. Hopefully it’s temporary.” 

“What if it’s not? Astwid, whaddif I stuck fibteen years younder dan you duys?” 

“Then you’re younger than us. We’ll figure it out. As we always have.” 

“I fink imma try again.” 

“Try what?” 

Tears started rolling down his cheeks and he helplessly sobbed. 

Oh ‘cry’. Sounded like he had trouble with the ‘k’ sounds too. 

“Oh Hiccup…” she sighed. 

He held his arms out, asking for a hug. 

She picked him up again, holding him as he cried. It wasn’t a screaming sob like earlier, just weak moans and sniffles. 

She stood, still holding him. “Alright, first thing we need to do is find you something to wear that fits. That tunic is a little too big for you.” 

Mostly in the sleeves, as his hands were where his elbows would be. The bottom of the tunic almost came down to his ankles. 

He sniffed. “Da test in da torner,” he pointed to the corner of the room. 

“Oh, the chest in the corner,” said Fishlegs, going to it. 

“I hab my owed gween tunit.” 

“This?” Fishlegs held up the green tunic Hiccup used to wear before his growth spurt. 

Hiccup held his hands out for it, making a grabby motion. 

“Let me help—“ Fishlegs reached for him. 

“I do it myself!” Hiccup demanded. “Down!” 

“So demanding…” Astrid chuckled to herself. She set him on the floor where he could kneel and Fishlegs gave him the tunic. 

Hiccup started to pull the red tunic off, when he realized the rest of his clothes were still on the bed. “I nated! Tuwn awound!” 

“What?” 

“He’s naked under there, and wants us to turn around.” 

“Oh.” The girls sheepishly turned their backs to give the toddler some privacy, but Astrid wondered at what point he would realize he needed help, especially with his leg. 

They listened as he huffed and grunted, wrestling with the clothes. 

“You okay?” Astrid asked. 

“Neber been so hawd to det dwessed!” Never been so hard to get dressed. Astrid was starting to understand some of his words. 

“Otay!” He called.

[thisisxli]

◭𝑳𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒔◮

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Rs: Tomura Shigiraki(Tenko) x GN!reader (afab/amab)

Warnings:

Major character death, sexual depiction, NSFW,

unrequited love?, blood,

betrayal, avoidant attachment

Summary: You, number three hero encounters Shigiraki on multiple occasions. Sometimes the people around you aren't always what they seem.

wc: 1.9k

A/N: justice for Tenko! :(

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When Shigiraki saw you for the first time, he wanted to kill you almost immediately.

You were a pro-hero, a strong one to be in-fact. You were there at the USJ when it attacked, protecting the students. Your sense of reassurance kept the students calm and he didn't like that. He wanted everyone to be in fear, even you.

When he wasn't watching Eraserhead get obliterated by Nomu, he would glance at you just to see your reaction. Your face had drained of color and it had a sickening wrinkle to it, it made him smile.

Those stupid students just had to get in the way, along with All Might. He swore he felt his face get hot when he saw you cradling Eraserhead. That longing look on your face told him everything.

And when everything at the USJ didn't go according to plan, he swore one day, just one day, he'd get you when he came back.

Unfortunately, you weren't at the training camp. But he managed to capture one of UA's first years, one who achieved top high score and stood out from the rest because of his power. Katsuki Bakugou.

The capture of a student had you enraged, you being one of the many heroes who came to their hideout. It seemed not only Eraserhead was important to you, but this student too? Maybe he was a pupil.

He was grinning ear to ear when he saw your face that was twisted in anger, but you were composed. His stomach made five backflips when you had pinned him against the counter while he was caged by Kamui's wooden chain prison. He nearly started laughing when he saw a Nomu throw you to the ground, breaking maybe two or three ribs?

Later then, when All for One lost a fight with All Might, he took a stroll through Deika City with a black hoodie to cover his face. He's thought of killing the civilians around him. To create massacre. But he honestly didn't expect you to exit through a bakery store, bumping into him.

"Ah... My apologies." You bow respectfully towards him, a weak smile displayed on your face. Your breath hitches when you see his face. He would've thought you'd recognize him but oddly enough, you didn't. You just kept staring at him and it made him uncomfortable. "It's fine," he waves towards you, shoving a hand back in his pocket.

He watches the way you scratch your cheek as your face turns pink. "So... what's your name?" He just stares at you. Are you really trying to get to know him? "Tenko. Tenko Shimura," he dryly says. His real name leaves a sour taste in his mouth. "My name is (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N)." You hold your hand out towards him.

He doesn't return it.

You awkwardly laugh, quickly taking the hand back to rub the back of your head. "Well! Uh.. I'll see you around? Wait- uh.. maybe exchange numbers..? Or socials! Either one!"

He chuckles at the way you get flustered before giving you his number. Why did he do it? His encounter with you was all he could think about. Maybe getting to know you was good. Maybe it could help the league and give them the upper hand. His thoughts are put to a quick stop when he hears a 'ding' from his phone.

Weird pro ଓ!

hi! It's (Y/N) from earlier. :)

Do you remember me? Pro-hero from the bakery?

ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

He snorts at your message before typing.

Tenko ঞ

Yeah. I remember you.

He stares at his text message, debating on whether he should send another. When he starts to type, your message pops up again.

Weird pro ଓ!

I was wondering if you wanted to grab some coffee in the morning? ٩( ᐛ )و

He cocks an eyebrow at your text. He starts to debate again. Should he? Maybe he should. Just for the sake of the league, right?

Tenko ঞ

Yeah. Sure.

Don't you have to do your pro-hero stuff?

Weird Pro ଓ!

Well.. Yeah! But I'm pretty sure I have time in the morning. Is 9:10 okay? At the coffee shop by the bakery.

If not, we could just do 10 or 11 :)

Tenko ঞ

Yeah, no. It's fine at 9:10.

Weird pro ଓ!

Okay! Goodnight, Tenko.

Tenko ঞ

👍🏻.

You sigh when you see his 'thumbs up' text, pouting. What a bummer. A cute guy like him seemed like he didn't want your company. But hey, at least he's going? You just hope he was going because he wanted to, not reluctantly.

You arrive at the exact time, checking your phone. Your eyes lit up when his message pops up.

Tenko ঞ

Look to your right.

As you did so, you meet his eyes. He was sitting at a booth with tiramisu sitting in the middle of the table, wearing the same black hoodie as the day before. "Hey! What's this?" You sit down in front of him, licking your lips. He notices. "It's tiramisu. Italian desert," he mutters. "Can.. Can I have a bite?" Your cheeks slightly turn pink, eyeing the dish below. He starts to think you're cute. "Yeah, go ahead. I bought it for us to eat anyway."

You dig out a spoon from the folded napkin, quickly scooping out a piece, hesitant to envelop it in your mouth. He's just watching you eat. It was kind of embarrassing to be honest. You take it in your mouth anyway, eyes lighting up the room. "Wow, I- it's so delicious!" You quickly scoop another, shoving it in your mouth. You do another until both of your cheeks were perfectly round, resembling a squirrel.

Your eyes glitter in excitement. "Ith sho goof!"

His lips twitches upward, almost snickering. He fiddles with the lint in his pocket before putting it upon himself to grab a utensil, putting a spoonful of the desert in his mouth. He nearly perks up. You weren't lying when you said it was good.

Blood rushes to his ears when you swallow, licking off the remaining whip cream around your lips.

"So.. Shimura."

He freezes when he hears his surname roll out of your mouth, looking up at you when you smile sweetly at him.

"What are your hobbies? Do you have a quirk?"

He hears a few bystanders in the café comment about you, pro hero (Y/N) being on a date. His ears turn hot at that but he pays no mind. "Uh.. I play games.."

He pauses, hanging his head low before giving you a grim look. "I can tell you about my quirk another time.

You slightly flinch when he stares at you with his red eyes in some certain way which had you grow a small uneasy feeling. He sort of looked familiar. It was off-putting. "I see. Well.. As you know me, I'm pro-hero #3! I like to draw on my free time sometimes. Or just go out shopping." You awkwardly chuckle, looking away to pretend that small weird moment ever happened. Shigiraki sits up straight, slightly scratching his wrist. "Is that so? How much do you like your hero job?"

"Well... Not a lot, but I do like it.

Don't tell anybody this but.."

You lean in over the table, a finger over your mouth with a hushed voice.

"Sometimes I wish I didn't join the hero's side." Shigiraki's eyes go wide at your statement, nails halting to a quick-stop.

You blink before quickly sitting back, waving your hands around defensively. "Not that I'm saying I would join the villain side! But.. Just to live a normal life.. y'know? The burden of being a hero.. It's a lot. Of course I love saving lives but.. Should I have to risk my own? I want to live my life too.."

You mutter under your breath, laying your head to the side on your arm, playing with the spoon. "I just want to live a normal life. Get married, have kids, and grow old. I can't help but be selfish." His breath hitches when you look up at him with a hopeful expression before sighing, sitting up straight again, stretching. "But a person can dream, am I right?" You wink at him, your usual smile spreading on your face.

Shigiraki stares at you, completely surprised. He had absolutely no idea on what to say. You? Number three hero wants to quit hero life? He doesn't know if he wants to do this anymore. "Yeah..." Time passes as you two continue to talk. He doesn't share a lot of information about his life.

He checks his phone. 10:14 AM.

"I think.. we should go. It's 10:14."

You blink at him in surprise before chuckling, rubbing your head. "Wow.. Is it really? I gotta get to work soon anyways before the media starts talking about me stalling on some hero duty bullshit.." You mutter, yawning. His lips twitches upwards again when he hears you curse.

Next thing he knew, the both of you started to go out more often, starting to call them dates. And after that, he would end up in your bed.

"T-Tenko!" You whimper, clutching onto his back. You drag your nails down his back, leaving red marks behind. Shigiraki huffs, slamming into you at a constant brutal pace.

"ffuckk.." Shigiraki's lips meets yours, muffling your whines and moans, balling his fists tightly at the sides of your head. He disconnects his lips from yours before thrusting in you one last final time, grinding his hips deeply before completely bottoming out. Your thighs shake from the high, shudders escaping you when his his lips ghosts over your throat.

"Tenko.. I.." You choke out, pulling him closer.

"I love you, Tenko." You whisper against his shoulder, closing your eyes. You both lay there for a few minutes. And when he doesn't respond, you slowly start getting anxious. "Tenko..?" You gasp when he pulls out with a 'pop', getting off the bed to put his clothes on. You watch him in awe as he pulls up his pants, saying nothing at all. Of course he didn't have to say anything back but could you really help it after all this time of spending time together? You thought he would've at least felt something as you did.

Your eyes follow him when he goes to the door. "Tenko?"

You're met with silence when he looks back at you one more time, his face turned into a solemn expression. When he leaves, he quietly shuts the door; leaving you alone.

You felt so naked. You felt stupid. How could you possibly think a guy like him would've actually feel for you that way? He was childish. Rude. Ignorant. Irrational. How could you even fall for him? You sob, throwing punches at your head. Why did you ever even try?

Your heart literally breaks into two when you found out Tenko Shimura was Shigiraki this whole time. Your head went into spirals, his whole being breaking your soul.

So when you went on the battlefield, you both fought. But of course, you lost. Was it all on vain? To die in his arms?

He stares blankly into yours with wide eyes, a few hair strands falling past his cheek. You were slowly dying, parts of your body decaying away by the touch of his fingers. He was holding you in his arms, cradling you close. "Tenko..

I love you." Words he was most afraid of escape past your lips. His hand that was coated in your blood reaches up to your cheek, that part decaying too. He squeezes his eyes shut. He wish he could cry. He really does, but he can't.

"I love you too."

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A/N:

EDIT: man I really gotta stop making the tragic loved ones stop saying I love you in the end.

[magess]

AOC lays out the current status, WHY Musk is doing this, and WHAT actions we can take.

ACTIONS

Know Your Rights! - Learn you rights when it comes to ICE.

Help Others Know Their Rights - Print out flyers and cards and spread them around your neighborhood and networks.

Make Them Fire You - If you are in a position where they have asked for your resignation or compliance. Do not comply and do not resign. Make them do it.

Turn Out to Vote in the 3 Special Elections - 2 in FL and 1 in NY. Even if Republicans still win in FL, a huge turnout for Dems will scare Republicans. Republicans right now are more afraid of a primary than Dems. If you are not in these places, donate to these races.

Call Your Senators - Tell Dem Senators to vote No of every appointment. Some of them are still voting Yes, even after the coup of the Treasury! Call your Republican Senators and tell them you don't want any nominations going forward while Musk is controlling the Treasury.

Know What Committee Your Congressman is On - We need to understand our government.

Hound Your Republican Congressman - They are afraid of you. They are little people with big egos whose feelings are easily hurt.

WHAT ARE DEMOCRATS DOING

The #1 goal of all actions is to slow down everything they're doing. Slowing them down limits the destruction.

House Dems will advance legislation this week to help block the infiltration of the Treasury. The Republican majority is only 2 people, so they only need to find two weak Rs to pressure. Those Reps care about how pissed off people are, and both sides can be pissed about a coup of the government. Westchester County NY and Rockland County NY, you will need to make phone calls about this legislation when it comes out!

Coordinating with State and Local governments. The House Dems cannot sue, but the State AGs can. Courts still matter! Biden appointment MANY judges.

Democrats showed up at USAID yesterday to draw attention to what's going on. To make news.

Dems are all back in DC on Feb 4 and so more can start responding publicly.

[wanderingmind867]

Ranking the live action jokers (based on all the clips i've seen of them):

Cesar Romero: So fun. So good. Cesar Romero was a latin lover type, I would never have thought of him for the Joker. But my god. He is one entertaining man. He puts on some kind of accent. He rolls all of his rs. He's crazy enough to command the attention of everyone in the room. He's extraordinarily good. The best live action joker ever. 10/10

Jack Nicholson: I think he was trying. I genuinely want to like Jack Nicholson more. I don't like how creepy some of his films are (because i have super weak nerves), but I think his creepy smiles and laughs from things like the shining proved he was capable of The Joker. The only problem? Half of his movie is spent in buildup. He played Jack Napier more than Joker. And Jack Napier was a boring mobster. So I never could get into Jack Nicholson. He has some good clips online, but I can't sit through his movie. 3/10.

Heath Ledger: Heath Ledger did a decent job, although his version of The Joker isn't really my ideal. I don't like The Joker being more subdued and sociopathic. Heath Ledger didn't really get many good crazy laughs. He laughed more monotone, sometimes. That being said, he still has some good clips. I will admit I found the pencil trick scene pretty fun when i saw it online. Just stabbing a pencil into someone's eye... that's so out of the blue that it's funny. I refuse to sit through the nolan movies, but I can respect his work. 5/10 or 6/10.

Jared Leto: He sounds like Jim Carrey doing the riddler. I hate Jim Carrey. So that alone is a severe mark against him. Also, he's only in like five minutes of his movies. That's not enough time to redeem himself to me. Him and Barry Keoghan are the two worst actors on here, in my opinion. 1/10.

Joaquin Phoenix: I have not seen Joker (2019). But i've seen the clip where Joker kills Robert DeNiro's character. And that scene is so full of pathos and sadness. Joaquin Phoenix really sells his characters pain and psychological trauma. I don't know if i'm ready for a movie that serious, but I think Joaquin Phoenix is the only person who's gotten close to doing something fun and relatable and interesting since Cesar Romero. 8/10.

Barry Keoghan: Listen. I looked for clips online of Barry Keoghan playing the joker. But here's the problem. There's barely any clips of Batman (2022) online. And I refuse to watch a three hour movie that's so dark and boring. But i did eventually find clips of his joker. It was impossible to hear, since all his character's lines were muffled and delivered from behind a cell door. I can't understand him, and I never even heard him laugh. So it's one of the worst ever. Also, he scares me. Like, a lot. 0/10.

PS: I never included the acting of that kid from Gotham. But I saw clips of him too, and he's around Heath Ledger quality. Too dark for my tastes, but silly enough that I can respect the work. He put his work in, and I understand why people might like him.

[classicanalyzer]

Pokemon Adventures - The Conquerer: Sapphire Birch Analysis

"He helped me...but then I hurt his feelings!... I hurt my friend 'cause...I was weak and couldn't protect myself. I pushed away my friend. And that's when I decided...to pursue power instead of beauty. And gain the strength to protect myself and others! I want to show my friend how much I've changed!" Sapphire Birch

Sapphire Birch is another character in the Pokemon Adventures manga whose character I felt aged pretty well when I reread the Hoenn Arcs, arcs I consider to be among the manga's worst, albeit still a nostalgic read. However, the manga later on makes her lose her edge that I liked from the first Hoenn Arc. She's a massive departure from most portrayals of May. The best part of her character is how little BS she takes from people, and she will make her disappointment very clear.

As I said above, Sapphire is a big departure from the usual depictions of May. Sapphire is the gym challenger protagonist of the Hoenn Arc. Her personality is a tomboy wild child, willing to blend into the environment to do research and to understand Pokemon further for her dad's research. The contrast yet familiarity between the first meeting between Sapphire and Ruby (the left image) and her ORAS outfit in the ORAS Arc (the right image) is wild yet fits.

She also differs from the usual depictions of May by focusing on Gyms than Contests. She utilizes her knowledge of Pokemon from her observations and research in the wild to gain the upper hand and use the right strategies.

Her path of the Conquerer began with tragedy as she drove away her friend Ruby after being scared of his injuries from a Salamance. Since then, she vows to become strong just like him so she can protect the ones she loves and showcase to her friend how much she changed.

I love how insane her physical strength is in the manga. At that point, she doesn't even need to teach one of her Pokemon the HM Move Strength.

Her relationship with Ruby is pretty much the definition of opposites attract. I am annoyed Ruby doesn't really grow much, in my personal opinion, compared to Sapphire's own growth.

"You're a really skilled trainer...But you're wasting your talent! Ya don't even try to make good use of it... Why do you think we train?! It's so we can help others, ain't it!?" Sapphire Birch

However, Ruby still has his battling skills, which I feel undermines her role as the Pokemon battling expert of the duo. I personally would've found it much more interesting and better to see Ruby struggle to regain some battling techniques to help in the coming fights ahead. Likewise, I just think seeing the two discover the idea that just because they prefer one interest doesn't mean they can't enjoy doing another interest as well. While it isn't perfect, Sapphire does begin to accept that she can also like the beauty in things again as much as she likes to battle.

"A meteor is about to crash into the world in who knows how many days...Is the reason you didn't tell me...Because you didn't want me to feel the way I'm feelin' now...? But how 'bout you? How were you feelin' when you invited me ta see this show with you...? I'm gonna do what I can ta help save the world too! And there's one thing I can do right now!" Sapphire Birch

My major issue with the ORAS Arc and, by extension, to a degree, the RS Arc, is how Sapphire gets overshadowed by Ruby, who gets a lot more character development and focus compared to Sapphire. It would've been interesting if Sapphire was the one to keep Ruby in the dark about the meteor, as parallel to Ruby keeping her in the dark at the end of the RS Arc.

However, Sapphire gets to shine during her confrontation with Zinnia as she asks Zinnia armor-piercing questions and gives armor-piercing answers whenever she asks about her motivations and if she could stop her.

"Why do you keep getting in my way?! You saw your Blaziken's life force drained away, didn't you?! Why are you cooperating with the Devon Corporation when they...sacrifice innocent Pokémon like that?! Zinnia

"That's exactly why!! I won't let ya stop them 'cause that would be a waste...of the energy that Chic, my Blaziken, gave up! And if its energy saves every livin' thing on the planet, I won't have any regrets!" Sapphire Birch

"Move aside! You're crazy! What makes you think you can win this battle?" Zinnia

"What makes ya think I can't!? We both wanna save the planet, don't we?! So why we hafta interfere with each other's plans?! We should do whatever it takes to protect our world, shouldn't we?!" Sapphire Birch

I just wish Sapphire got more focus in the Hoenn Arcs, but from what we can see of her character, she still continues to be one of the best characters in the manga.

"Sapphire...I'm so glad...are you alright? ...Your voice...won't come out. Since when...!? What's the cause...!? It doesn't need to be said...It's because I hid the truth from only you...Because of that...I'm sorry." Ruby

"That aint important now. What can I do to save this planet? Is there something I can do? If you leave me behind again I absolutely won't forgive you even if you say sorry!" Sapphire Birch's words on a drawing board

[bookmarkedinstars]

🍸Two P•rnst☆rs🍸

🌹NSFW | qrowxfem!reader | inebriated seggs🌹

🔞 be warned 🔞

Female anatomy & she/her pronouns used for reader insert.

im sorry this is actually so bad 😭

Today has left you drained. Nothing in particular happened. You suppose it's just been long, simultaneously busy and boring.  After moping in silence on a chair with your head to the table for a few minutes, you consider going for a walk.  Fresh air and a bit of exercise wouldn't hurt. You stand, grab your scroll, and head for the door.  What you see in the mirror in your entry way satisfies you enough to leave.  You're not wearing anything too fancy, dressed in a black tank top over a long sleeved black mesh undershirt tucked into black ripped jeans.

The weather's nice.  A cool breeze greets you as you step outside, much better than the sun's heat that beat down on the city today.  As you walk, you try to take in as much as you can; the solid pavement beneath your shoes as you walk, the swaying of the trees in the wind, the glow of the street lights and shop signs.  That's when you take notice of the bar.  A drink doesn't sound too bad right now, but just the thought of drinking in public instills a bit of anxiety.  One drink won't be too bad, though, right?

You cross the street and watch a large group of people stumble out of the building.  Good timing.  Their drunken laughter is still audible when the doors close behind you.  You scan the dimly lit room.  It's not stupidly busy; there's a few people sitting and chatting at tables, a few people standing, a few people dancing.  You start towards the bar, taking an empty seat beside some older guy with black hair in a white and grey jacket.  A red cape flows from his shoulders.  He turns his head slightly, acknowledging you.

"What can I get you tonight, miss?" The bartender asks you, a friendly smile painted across their face. 

"Uhh." You don't know what you want.  The man beside you sets his now empty glass on the table.  Something fruity, perhaps. Ah, you've always wanted to try- "I'll take a pornstar martini, please." You hear a weak scoff from your right,

"Fitting..." he mumbles.  You turn your head so fast you nearly give yourself whiplash.

"Excuse me?" He looks at you, somewhat startled.  For a moment, you get lost in his face. His gorgeous face.  Stubble lines a  jaw that could cut steel.  And his eyes, like sparkling rubies beneath onyx eyebrows, look you up and down.

"I- uh..." He stutters. "I'm sorry." He looks over to the bartender, "I'll uh- make that two... double the vodka.. Please." You let out a weak, amused chuckle.

"Fitting." You smirk. He looks to you again, a smile creeping onto his face.

"So," he begins, "what's your name?"

"Y/N," you reply. "You?" Two orange drinks appear on the bar in front of you.

"Qrow." He says, grabbing his drink and taking a sip. It was now that you realized you're talking to Qrow Branwen, one of the most skilled huntsman there is.  You knew he looked familiar.  You don't even notice your mouth falling open slightly in surprise.  He chuckles,

"Whats the matter?" You correct yourself.

"Oh- Nothing, I just..." You exhale. "Sorry." He raises an eyebrow and asks another question.  You drink, praying the passionfruit will ease the tension.  Perhaps the vodka will.

"What brings you here?" You explain that you just needed a break, preferably with alcohol involved. That gets a laugh out of him.  God, he's  beautiful.  His voice is rough, but a soft melody to your ears. You don't suppose that's the vodka thinking, though you do feel the effects creeping in.  You take another sip.

"What about you?" You ask. His smile falls.

"Eh. Just passing through..." He turns the almost empty glass in his hand. "and habit, I suppose." You nod in understanding.  You both sit in silence for a moment before he sets his glass on the bar. 

"You live around here?" He asks. You nod, mid-drink.

"Down the street." You turn your head towards a scuffle and notice a couple of men taking the stools to your left.  Discomfort rises in your chest as you feel their gazes glaze over you.  You finish your drink and turn your body to face Qrow.  His eyes dart behind you, glaring slightly, then meet yours again.

"You come here often?" he asks, dragging your mind out of the paranoia you found yourself in.

"Meh, not really." You fidget with the glass in your hands for a moment. You add a shrug, "I don't really like coming here alone." The bartender takes Qrow's glass and politely asks for yours.  Qrow looks up and says something to them, raising two fingers.  They nod.  You open your mouth to ask, but your question is answered by two clear shots that have been placed in front of you.  Qrow shoots his immediately. You hesitate a moment before swigging it back. Qrow lifts his eyebrows and smirks at you as you slam the shotglass down on the table and turns his body to face yours, resting his head against his hand.  You admire him for a moment; his eyes, his smile, his shape, his- 

"Can I get another one?" You ask the bartender.  Your request greets you on the bar as it's placed down and again when it passes your lips.

"Easy, there." Qrow chuckles.  You grin at his remark, and something sparks in his eyes.  He looks so handsome, and the alcohol definitely isn't helping.  You're sloshed, the room around you spins slowly and the dim lights brighten.  Still, you're lost in him until you feel a hand on your shoulder.  Qrow's friendly expression drops. 

"You with anyone tonight, slut?" A low voice chimes from behind.  You turn around to throw a drunken insult but Qrow beats you to it.

"Yeah, she is." He stands and takes a step towards the audacious man. "So fuck off." He cuts into the man's flesh with a glare.

"Sheesh." The hand lifts from your shoulder.  And the man looks from Qrow to you, burning his gaze into your body. "I was only asking." Qrow scoffs and glares a while longer before looking to you.

"You okay?" His hand finds your knee, but he quickly pulls it back.  "Sorry-" You nod.

"Thank you." You tell him. "I- I should probably get going."  He nods and thanks the bartender.  You reach into your bag to pay, but he stops you and tosses some Lien onto the bar,

"I got it." You smile at him.

"Thank you," you say again. "But you don't have to-"

"Don't mention it." He looks to the group of men, concern growing on his face. "Did.. you want me to walk you home?" You pause.  That seems... You don't know, he's shown no reason not to trust him. He is also a huntsman. But, you have only just met him. You'd also feel bad making him do that.

"No, I-" you stammered, standing up from your stool, damn near falling to the ground. "I can..." he stands, offering you an arm to hold onto.  You probably should have more to eat today, hm?

"Can you?" He snickers.  You raise a finger and motion for him to shush.

"I'm not gonna make you walk me home." He rolls his eyes and smiles at you. "But no, I can't." A chuckle escapes him.

"Alright, then." He rests a hand on your back and you both head towards the door. "You said you lived down the street?" Drunk, you gasp.

"How did you know that?" He sighs,

"Because you told me." Oh yeah.  Forgetting to speak the words, you stay silent until you get outside.  The wind chills you with a shiver. 

"Across the street." You tell him. "And to the left..." You make an 'L' with both your hands and stare a moment, just to be sure. "Yeah, the left." He laughs.  He waits for a break in the cars before walking you across the road.  You feel like you're in slo-mo or, the world around you is... or- you're too drunk to think about that right now.  You start leaning into him, accidentally.  He inhales sharply. He doesn't push you off but wraps his arm fully around you and places his hand on your shoulder.  After a few steps, you rest your head on him. You're so lost in this moment that you almost walk right past your place. 

"Holdd up– here." You say, limply pointing at your door.  He lets go of you.  For some unknown reason, you crave his touch again.  He stands back as you reach for your keys. 

"Are you okay on your own now?" He asks.  You hesitantly nod, but still close the distance between you two.  Your lips find his for a short second. He grabs your shoulders and pulls away, just far enough to look at you.

"Y/N.." You realize what you'd just done.  You gasp and your eyes widen.

"Wait, you're single, right?" You ask. He lets out a weak laugh.

"Well, yeah, but you're dr-" you silence him with another kiss and he hums against your lips.  You smirk and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer until your body is against his... only clothing is in the way. 

"So are youu." You say, booping him on the nose before tracing your finger down to his lips.  A mischievous smirk pulls at the corners of your mouth, "Are you free?" His gaze dances between your eyes.  Slowly, he nods.  You smile, biting your lower lip.  You take his hand and walk him up your front steps, bumping into your door.  He snickers, you try to open the locked door.  Oh, right.  You fumble with your key, taking multiple attempts to even get it in the keyhole. 

"May I?" Qrow says, holding his hand out.  You plop the key into his palm, he sticks it into the door and twists in one motion.  You grab the handle and walk into the door again.  He opens it for you too.  You sigh.

"Thank you.." You tell him, stepping inside with your head low. He doesn't follow.

"Listen.." he starts, his hand rubbing the back of his head. "I- I should probably go now." Your shoulders drop.  You almost start to cry.  You only just met him tonight, but damn did you want him. "...is that okay?" He adds.  You extend a hand for him to take.  He hesitates before coming closer.

"But I want you.." You tell him, somewhere between a whimper and a whisper.  He stares for an eternity of a moment before he sighs and takes your hand, painting a smile across your face.  He steps inside, closing and locking the door behind him.  

"Hi." You say softly with a drunk smile.  He responds with a kiss, his lips crashing into yours.  He backs you into the wall behind you, his tongue begs for entrance into your mouth.  The both of you share a dialogue of soft moans and hums.  A hand falls from your face onto your neck, not gripping, but it still excites you.  His other hand pulls the strap of your tank top down your shoulder and traces your side before sliding underneath your shirt.  He presses his body into yours, you feel a bulge in his pants.  You whimper against his lips as he gently bites yours. 

"Bed or couch?" He asks, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

"Anywhere." You reply, breathily.  He pushes into you for a kiss once more before stepping back.

"Okay," He caresses your cheek. "But I do need you to show me where." Right, you forgot what plane of existence you were on, let alone the fact that he doesn't know your house.  He's never even met you until tonight.  You take his hands and playfully lead him into your bedroom.  Thank fuck you cleaned yesterday and made your bed this morning.  The room is only dimly lit from the streaks of city lights making it past your blinds.  He sets what you can only make out to be a weapon down on the floor.  He then pushes you onto the bed and begins removing his jacket, tossing it onto the floor.  Scars and muscle definition decorate his torso.  Your eyes slowly glaze over his body, trying to take in every last detail of him.  He gets onto your bed and crawls over top of you.  Your lips collide, his hand meets your thigh.  His hand travels to your waist and under your tops, pulling the clothing upwards. You arch your body so he can take it off for you, and he throws it to the side.  He takes a moment to admire you before landing kisses on your neck while fondling your breast.  The kisses trail downward and his lips replace his hand.  Ripples of pleasure dance through your chest, and you softly moan.  You clumsily find his waistband and start working at taking his pants off.  He finishes the job, not caring where they land.  He groans as you begin massaging him through his underwear and finds the zipper of your jeans. 

"Take them off." He commands.  You do as he says without even a second of hesitation.  He hums and smirks. "Good girl."

You lay beneath him now, in only your underwear.  It feels like there's a fire between your legs, every kiss and graze from Qrow fueling the flame.  Your moans become breathier as he drags his kisses down your body.  His breath against your skin makes you quiver.  His fingers tease along your waistband, and you buck your hips upwards.  Lips find your clit through cloth.  You hum a high-pitched moan.  You lock eyes with him as he pulls your panties to the side and lands another kiss, without clothes in the way this time.  You reach for his hair to run your fingers through. 

"Look at that..." A finger traces your entrance. "So wet for me, baby." He begins licking.  You throw your head back onto the bed and moans escape you.  He hums in amusement.  Sparks jump through you with every lash of his tongue.  Your body twitches and moans continue.  You manage to look back to him, his eyes still locked on you.  You grip and pull at his hair.  His tongue finds its way inside you. Your head rolls back, and you cry out.

"Mm- fuck.." Through moans and gritted teeth, "please.." he pauses.

"Please what, sweetheart?" He asks gently.  You whimper in response. He smirks. "In English, please." You breathe a scoff.

"Please, fuck me." You twirl a finger in his hair.  He lands one last kiss on your clit before pushing himself up to meet you face-to-face.  You grab his cheek, now wet with you, and pull him into a kiss.  You find his cock through his underwear and rub.  He groans.  You feel it throb.  He looks at you with some mix of desire and desperation.  For a moment, you debate teasing him, but you want it too badly to waste another second. You free him from his cloth prison.  Wow, he's big.  You look from his dick to his face, eyes wide.  He weakly laughs.

"Don't worry, darling, I'll be gentle." You lift a brow.

"Aw, how disappointing." You say with a smirk, hand stroking him slowly.  His eyes close and he moans softly.  He looks into your eyes, his half-lidded.

"You ready?" You bite your lip and nod a reply.  You've had quite enough waiting tonight. You needed him now.

You gasp as he enters.  Pleasure creeps up your body, becoming shockwaves as he begins thrusting.  Your moans fill the room.  Hell, probably even the whole house. 

"Fuck." He breathes. "You feel so good, baby." You can't even think of a smart-ass reply, let alone respond with one.  You settle for a moan instead.  His lips meet yours and linger, tasting the sounds you make. He shifts his weight to his knees, his hands finding your waist. He moves your hips up and down as he reaches a mind-melting speed. Your mouth falls open and loud moans like screams pour out.

"Oh!" He huffs and smiles at your reaction. "F-fuck, Qrow!" You sing a symphony of moans, whimpers, and cries. His name and various curses are the lyrics. He takes your hands and pins them over your head with one arm, his other hand wraps firmly around your throat. He slows, you desperately whimper.

"Oh c'mon baby, I gotta make you last." You bite your lip into a smile. A kiss lands on your forehead. "You're being so good for me." Your smile falls open as he thrusts deeper into you. You squeal. His arms free you as he digs his fists into the bed on either side of you. Your vision blurs and pleasure rockets through you.

"Fuck." You moan, "right there-" He pounds into your g-spot, earning an encore of squeals and cries. A ball thats been building in your stomach threatens to explode. Your thighs shake. You can barely form a single word in your mind. You can't imagine how saying it might go.

"D-d.. ah" He groans a response. "Fuck. don't.. don't stop." He picks up speed, hitting the same spot over and over. You dig your nails into his shoulders. He grits his teeth, eyes closing.

"Fuck, I-" You watch his face, twist into besutiful expression. The pleasure; the biting of his lips, the crease of his brows... the beads of sweat running down his forehead. "Baby, I-"

"Don't stop." You repeat. He looks in your eyes a moment before giving a slight nod. You feel yourself on the edge. Just one slight push, a gust of wind, or- you feel him release inside you, which instantly sends you plummeting over.

"Fuck, I'm c-" you interrupt yourself with a scream as he rides you through your orgasm. He slows to a stop, leaving you in the sound of your heavy breaths and the smell of sex. He wraps his arms around you in an embrace. You breathe soft breaths past his ear, and he kisses your neck. He lifts his head and rests his forehead against yours.

"You okay, sweetheart?" You nod with an 'mhm' before tilting your head for a kiss. You haven't had much sex, but that was the most mind-blowing you imagine it could be.

"I'm great," you say, with a slight chuckle. "You're great." Your arms lock around his neck. He looks into your eyes and smiles. The both of you stay there a moment, as if trying to find a way to take a mental picture. He rolls onto his back beside you with an arm under his head and the other around your body. You turn onto your side to face him, tracing circles on his chest with your finger.

"Thank you... by the way." He looks to you, both understanding and confusion in his expression. "Forget I said that, I'm sorry." he hums and runs two fungers through your hair.

"You don't need to thank me." You shrug and rest your head on his chest. You feel like you're on a rollercoaster when you close your eyes. "But, we should get cleaned up." You nod and sit up. You look at your sheets and the large wet outline that shapes where you laid.

"Damn, I made a mess." He smirks at it, looking over his shoulder as he sits on the edge of the bed.

"Hm. Good." The room's dim, but you can see the scars and ink that compose his back. His very well-defined back, that is. Two corvids fly opposite to each other on either shoulder blade, their fallen feathers descending together into a 'v' as his back tapers. A scythe and sword lie in the center, on the ridge of his spine. You kneel behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your chin between his neck and shoulder. He stares blankly out the window.

"You okay?" You ask. He nods and stands.

"Come on, you." He smiles and extends a hand for you to take. "Where's your bathroom?" You lead him a few steps down the hall and to the right, but not without him grabbing a handful of your ass. You shake your head with a smile. You flick on the light, briefly blinding both of you, and grab two towels. He takes them both, quickly cleaning himself up before kneeling in front of you to wipe your thighs. Your fingers lace his hair and he lands a soft kiss on your inner thigh.

You find yourself drifting through a lovely red void as you look deeply into his eyes, and a knot you didn't even know you had tied pulls loose in your chest.

[stariikis]

hii sorry if ur not taking requests just dont mind this 😭 but if u are, i just wanted to try askin:

Can you please write like a predebut sunoo x reader where its kinda angst cuz somehow they need to breakup so that sunoo can start on a clean slate on his idol journey or smth

* like i try to imagine angst cuz right person wrong time kind of thing 🥺

ofc i can!! sorry this is late, i procrastinate a lot and i'm not good at writing angst T^T

you above all? | kim sunoo

synopsis ; though there has been a tangible tension between you and debut-ready sunoo for a while now, things start to crumble when he asks you to break up with him. do you accept the fate laid out before your eyes, or do you decide to fight for this love? can you do it with a broken heart?

pairing ; to-be idol sunoo x trainee reader genre ; angst, established rs notes ; there's two endings to this fic because i couldn't decide between a sad ending or a happy ending. i'll prompt you to each ending, lol

he thinks we should break up. 

the dimly lit practice room seems to shake around you when sunoo suddenly drops the bomb on you. at least he has the sense to look remorseful and guilty as he does so, because you would probably burst with anger. you would have never expected this. he agreed to wear your matching bracelets today. he greeted you with an innocent, weary smile when you met up to practice. he… he wouldn’t stop looking at your reflection in the mirror, eyes dull with a hint of wistfulness. 

the small blaze of anger towards him snuffs out like you’ve mentally stomped atop it. crushing the worry from growing into something you’ll never recover from. sunoo doesn’t seem to want this. 

so why is he looking down at his feet, just a metre away from you, fiddling with his fingers and looking like he wants to puke? why did he suddenly blurt, ‘i need to tell you something’ when you finished packing up after practice? why does he seem emotionless as he stands still? 

you throat dry, you don’t know whether to start asking why or leave abruptly and sort your thoughts out in the bathroom. but when you turn to leave, your legs make the decision for you. you’re frozen in place, knees going weak. the four walls have seemed to invisibly collapse upon you, hard like bricks, shattering like glass. 

what am i going to do now? 

HAPPY ENDING (completed) SAD ENDING (completed)

happy reading !!

[the-bjd-community-confess]

Anon from a while back about not being able to get the s hook into my ResinS0ul doll without breaking my fingers…

I tried everything. Pliers: didn’t work at all, no leverage whatsoever, s hook didn’t even move. Fat lace/knotted/braided ribbon: too weak and started to tear. Skinny satin ribbon: nearly broke my fingers and started to tear. I crocheted a taut, thick band of tight stitches: stretched and nearly broke my wrist with the force. Yarn: I’m not doing that again because I need my hands for work and I learned my lesson the last time.

The thing is, my doll is perfectly strung, exactly how I like it and I don’t want to restring him because it’s not the problem. The problem is these giant knots that RS puts at the top of the neck which barely fit through the skinny channel in the head. I have this issue with every RS doll, but for some reason this one is the worst, and I’m not risking messing up the stringing to try and fix the knots which I know nothing about anyway to even try and fix them.

So, in my frustration, I go digging through junk drawers looking for this fat piece of satin ribbon I got on a gift years ago that I know I put in a drawer somewhere. I don’t think it’ll work, but I’m not leaving my doll headless, so I have to try something different from the last thing I tried. Unfortunately I got new drawers and I threw out a ton of stuff I didn’t need so I can’t find it, but in my rifling I stumbled upon…… duct tape. Wide, stupidly strong, but still flexible duct tape.

In a frenzy, I cut a long strip and fold it in half with the sticky sides together, trim the end, and then cut about 3/4 of an inch off the width, so it’ll fit under the s hook. I adjusted my dolls head, pulled the knots as close to the center of the hole as possible, slid the tape under the hook, and gave one very strong pull and that was it. The hook (with considerable force, but no pain to my hand, wrist, or fingers) popped right into the head and twisted easily into place. I swear I heard some kind of angelic choir as it happened. It’s like 85 degrees in here, I’m drenched in sweat from running around like a mad man, so I’m nearly delirious from giddiness as my dolls head just goes right into place.

Duct tape… why did I never think of duct tape? I’m so glad I don’t have to fear playing dress up with my dolls anymore because now I know that I can always get the heads back on with a little strip of duct tape. Now I can take a nap lol, it’s too goddamn hot in here.

~Anonymous