#so it turns out the more you keep practicing the better you get

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Hey darlin'! I just saw your one-shots and i REALLY love them!! I need morr about Eddie with Hopper!Reader <33 Please!! A fluff or a smut where the Reader have to deal with her father. Hope you can answer. Have a nice day!! ✨️

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You and Eddie try to have a chill night in, but it's difficult when you have the world's most paranoid chief of police as a father — eddie x fem!hopper!reader fluff

warnings: none

words: 1.2k

a/n: thanks for submitting a request! I'm sorry it took so long, I've been so busy lately, and I'm sorry I couldn't figure out how to end it lmao but I really hope you like this fic!!

Even though your dad knew about you and Eddie dating, he was definitely not as okay with it as you would have hoped, but honestly more than you had expected. 

He had met Eddie a few times since he found out you were in romantic cahoots with the familiar criminal, and despite your fears, they had gotten along quite well despite their history and their differences. But no matter how many things they actually had in common, no father would fully trust Eddie Munson to be alone with his little girl. 

“Door open three inches!” Your dad called from the couch. “You know the rules!”

You rolled your eyes, standing up from the bed to open the door to Hopper’s liking. 

The door was open three inches, and you swore that it was the draft causing the door to move slightly, but you knew your dad would never believe you. 

“Seriously, Dad?” You asked him. 

“Rules are rules.” He confirmed. “If you don’t like it, then the boyfriend can go.”

You let out a heavy, dramatic sigh before returning to your boyfriend, who was currently sketching out a Dungeons and Dragons character based on you for his new campaign. 

Eddie looked up from his paper when you sat back down next to him. “You can do a lot with three inches, you know?”

You put a finger over his mouth—which he playfully tried to bite—and you shushed him while holding back a laugh at his incredibly stupid, albeit funny, joke. 

“He’s gonna hear you, and he’s gonna drag you out of here. Keep drawing.”

He put the finishing touches on his design, then let out a sound of satisfaction over it before turning the notebook so you could see it better. 

“I think I did pretty good.” Your boyfriend proclaimed. “She’s almost as pretty as you.”

Oh, how you lucked out with this mysterious dork. You thanked him by pressing a quick kiss on his cheek before your dad became suspicious of you two once again. 

“You think I should get it as some ink?” Eddie asked you. 

“Like, you want to get it tattooed?”

Eddie nodded, eyes going back and forth between you and the cartoon version of you that he just made. 

“Absolutely not.” You replied. 

“What? Why not? Do you not love me enough to let me tattoo you on me?”

He was ridiculous, staring at you with big, fake puppy dog eyes and a pleading lip. 

“Of course I love you, but as your girlfriend, I also need to stop you from doing stupid things.”

“What if I keep your tattoo separate from the creepy skulls and spiders?”

Well, that was an offer you almost couldn’t refuse. Even though it was tempting, you would never let him know that he can get to you like that, so you played it cool.

“Ask me again in a year.”

His face erupted into a devilish smile and he held his hands to his chest like a cartoon character in love. 

“I’m getting a tramp stamp of my girlfriend in a year!”

Before you could protest his proclamation, he pulled you into his arms in what you hoped was just a teasing gesture rather than a genuine expression of excitement for something you were certainly not going to let happen. 

Just a second later, your dad cleared his throat very pointedly, which practically frightened you out of your boyfriend’s arms. 

“El wants to watch a movie.” He announced. “Come watch with us.”

You sat up and shook your head lightly. “Um, no thanks, Dad. We’ll pass on that.”

Your dad raised an eyebrow and looked at Eddie’s arm around your waist. “You have something better to do?”

It was at that point that you knew him telling you about your sister and the movie was an order, not an invitation. You bit the inside of your cheek and luckily, Eddie spoke up before you could say something snarky. 

“A movie sounds great, chief. Count us in.”

“Good.” Hopper said curtly before turning around to the living room. 

Eddie stood up and started teasingly pulling you off the bed. You laid down and let out an annoyed groan, resisting his attempts to move you. 

“C’mon, babe, movie time.” Eddie encouraged. 

“It’s just gonna be The Wild Bunch. That’s one of their favourite movies and I know El’s been wanting to see it again lately.” You mumbled. “I’d much rather stay here with you.”

“Well, your dad might never let me back in your house if he thinks I’m trying anything with his daughter in the other room, so we have to. Plus, I like The Wild Bunch too.”

Your face formed an exaggerated frown as you finally got up off the bed. 

Eddie smiled and escorted you to the living room. And although you had just started to build up excitement within you for this movie night, it already got worse. 

El was in her favourite recliner—the VHS case for The Wild Bunch was on her lap, you called it—but your dad had plopped himself down in the exact middle of the couch. Not only did you have to watch a movie with your family instead of chilling with your boyfriend, but you couldn’t even sit next to him because your dad hates the idea of you having fun. 

Before you knew it, you were in a full on stare-down with the Hawkins chief of police. 

“Take a seat.” He said passive aggressively. 

“I want to sit next to Eddie, Dad. Could you move over?”

He shook his head. “I’m not falling for any of your tricks. I was a teenager once.”

“Yeah, like a thousand years ago.” You mumbled. 

The comment was quiet but your dad still heard it. 

“Careful, any attitude and I’ll assume it came from the moron and he won’t be allowed back in the house.”

You looked over at Eddie with a defeated expression on your face. He looked back at you, sympathetic and willing to comply—the latter was a complete switch from his normal mood.

Your boyfriend understood completely why your dad was worried about you and Eddie dating, but that didn’t mean he was happy about it. Of course, Eddie was willing to do whatever he could to seem like the boyfriend every parent would want for their daughter—he really was, some people just couldn’t look past the exterior shell to see it—so he held his tongue and went along with anything. 

The two of you sat down on opposite sides of the couch, separated by your relentless father. 

“Alright, El, play the movie.” Hopper said. 

He then leaned back and kept his eyes on the television in front of you all. 

Eddie soon caught your gaze from across the couch, and he stretched his arm behind his head, oh so conveniently placing it a few inches from your shoulder.

You grinned at him, keeping it subtle, and took his hand in yours. 

The two of you watched the rest of the film like that, holding hands in that slightly uncomfortable way, and the night wasn’t as insufferable as it seemed like it was going to be. All thanks to Eddie, of course.

[xxspringmelodyxx]

Birthday Gift~

Gojo Satoru x F!Reader x Geto Suguru (18+, MDNI!!!)

Warnings: Fingering, cunnilingus, anal, P in V, double penetration, edging, squirting

Satoru and Suguru dragged me into our bathroom, a flicker of mischievousness in their eyes.

“Guys, while I appreciate your sweet and thoughtful gifts, I’d love to just sit down and relax~” I whined. I had just returned home from a long day at work with Shoko. When I came back, the two boys were ecstatic. Toru jumped up like a lost puppy finding his owner, while Suguru stood up like normal with a relaxed smile. Toru took my hand and sat me down between them. Not even a second passed by the time I was bombarded with a shit ton of gifts of all shapes and sizes.

Turns out that, while they were at work, they got into a fight about who could get you the better gift. So they took the rest of the day off and went on a shopping spree for you.

They asked you whose gifts you liked more, to which you responded that you loved all of them equally. Needless to say that they were NOT satisfied with that answer. They both looked at each other with a knowing glint in their eyes, nodding their heads as if they had something else planned for you.

They both stood up and grabbed your hands, dragging you to your guys’ bathroom.

And now, here you are, standing in front of the shower, seeing a beautifully wrapped box on top of the counter. You picked it up and opened it up, instantly seeing a blindfold in there.

”A….blindfold? Why? Is there supposed to be some sort of piñata?” I asked sarcastically. When I didn’t hear them laugh, or let out even a chuckle, I turned around to see them both looking down at me with a serious face.

”Guys? Is everything alri-“ Before I could even finish my sentence, Toru and Suguru pushed me into the shower, slamming me against the wall.

Toru stole the blindfold out of my hand, quickly and easily placing it around my eyes to block my vision. Suguru, on the other hand, quickly tore my shirt off, throwing it out of the shower. Toru quickly placed his lips on mine, taking one of my hands and pinning it to the wall. His long, slender fingers intertwined with mine, his touch soft as ever. He forced his tongue into my mouth, pressing it against mine as we made out sloppily. Meanwhile, Suguru was busy latching his mouth on my neck, placing open mouthed kisses along it. One of his hands grabbed my other wrist, pinning it to the wall as well, while his other hand played and tugged at one of my nipples. My back arched away from the cold tiles as the two men practically pushed themselves on me.

”Ah~You guys~” I moaned into the kiss, feeling Toru’s leg push itself in between my thighs, ensuring that I can’t keep them closed. He rubbed it against my clothed pussy, sending a pleasurable feeling throughout my body.

“Oh, baby girl. We hope you enjoy your last gift~ I bet I could make you cum just from rubbing you like this…” Toru said in your ear, licking the outer shell of it. His statement made Suguru chuckle

”Whatever, Satoru. I could make her cum faster.” Suguru interrupted, making Toru roll his eyes.

”You really think you can beat me in something I’m a pro at?” He asked his best friend.

”I don’t think…” Suguru started, moving one of his hands down to your waist. He pulled you closer to him, and away from Satoru to leave him out. He quickly slipped his hand inside your underwear, feeling the warmth radiating from your lower region. He placed his middle finger in between your folds, feeling how wet you already were. He smirked as he placed his mouth on your nipple. He then began to rub your swollen clit, making your hips buck as a gasp left your mouth.

”I know I can beat you.” He finished, rubbing your clit with such speed that it was almost too much.

”Mmmm~Suguuuu~” You moaned, letting your head fall back as you felt his thumb rub you, his middle and ring finger slipping inside of your hole with ease.

“You like how this feels, angel? You like the way my fingers just slip inside of you so easily?” He asks, licking up your breast, your neck, all the way to your jawline. He uses his other hand that was holding your wrist up against the wall to softly grab your pretty face, making you face him.

“Answer me, beautiful~” He cooes, placing his thumb over your bottom lip.

You whimper as you feel him thrust his fingers inside of you, knuckles deep. It felt so good~

”Y-Yes, Sugu~I…It feels so fucking good~” You say, making him turn to Toru with a smirk.

He pulled you into him, placing his Mouth on yours in an open mouthed kiss. He felt the blood rush to his dick, feeling it harden in his pants. He wanted to fuck you so bad, right here and now…especially in front of his annoying, cocky friend…just to show him how good he can make you feel.

He and Satoru had this planned once they both went out to buy you gifts. Specifically when they passed by an adult store full of such naughty and lewd items. The things they could do to you with such objects made his mind go crazy. So all day, he’s just been thinking about how good he could fuck you. How good he can make you feel. How fast he can make you cum~

Damn…the thought of it made his dick twitch.

But he needed to wait. He wanted to see you cum just from his fingers. He wanted to see you shake and squirm in front of his very eyes so that he could treasure the sight for eternity.

”Your pussy…its so tight…so warm…so wet. I can feel you getting closer, you know that? It’s like I know your pussy all too well, angel…like it was made just for me…” He spoke, speeding up the pace. The wet noises coming from you were so lewd that it was driving both Satoru and Suguru crazy.

They both imagined how good it would feel to have your tight cunt just squeeze every last drop of cum out of them. Fuck, it sounded like heaven.

Suguru went back to kissing your neck, leaving plenty of marks on your left side. You could feel your climax reaching its breaking point, especially with your heightened senses due to the blindfold.

”S-Suguuuu…’m gonna…ngh!” You whimpered as your legs began to shake. Your pussy began to drip a bit onto the shower floor, signaling you were about to cum in a matter of seconds.

”Sugu…Sugu…Suguuu~” You moaned, each time getting louder and more high pitched. But just as you were about to cum on Suguru’s fingers, Satoru took you away from him, causing your climax to come to an abrupt stop. You whined as you felt the awaiting sensation slowly slip away.

”Hey! You can’t-“ Suguru began to protest, but Satoru just gave him the finger.

”Your turn is up…now its my turn.” He said, tearing your pants and underwear off. He quickly, but softly laid you on the ground, spreading your legs apart so that he could get a good look at your beautiful, glistening pussy. He licked his lips as he saw your arousal slip out.

”Fuck, baby girl~I bet you taste sweet as candy~” He said, quickly going down on you. His lips latched onto your puffy clit, suckling and flicking it inside his mouth. The weird, but pleasant warm feeling made your mind go foggy.

His warm and wet tongue lapped at your juices, drinking all of it up as if he hadn’t had anything to drink for the last week.

”Toruuu~T-That feels so good…s-so good.” You moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. He hummed, sending vibrations up your body. Your hands made their way to his hair, tugging little strands here and there.

He then took the chance to insert his fingers, only this time he used three instead of two, opening you up and preparing you for what he was going to end up doing to you.

”Yeah? I bet it feels even better than what Suguru was doing, huh? My fingers are better for you than his, right?” He asked, rubbing his tongue up and down your clit at a rapid pace. Your hips bucked again as he asked the question. You didn’t want to answer though because they both made you feel amazing. You couldn’t just choose one over the other.

”She’s not saying anything Toru. That must mean she loves how I play with her, not you.” Suguru spoke up, trying hard to get on Satoru’s nerves. But he wasn’t so easily swayed. He knew he could get you to speak up, so that’s what he’s going to do. He quickened his thrusts in and out of you, reaching in as far as he could, rubbing just the right spot to see stars.

”Oh fuck! Fuck, Toru~” You yelled out as tears began to form in your eyes. Your breath were becoming uneven as you struggled to keep up the pace with him.

”Yeah, that’s right. Moan only my name. I’m the only one who can make you feel this way, right? Right? Come on, baby. Say it. Be a good girl for me, will you? Let me hear your sweet, gorgeous voice say how only I can stir you up like this. Let everyone know that Satoru Gojo is the only man who can make this sweet little pussy of yours feel so, so fucking good…” He moaned, flicking his tongue faster. Your climax was on the verge of breaking once again, your legs shaking simultaneously.

“Yes! Yes, Toru! You…you can only…only-“ You started, your vision going blurry from the pleasure.

Suguru’s eyes widened a bit as he knew what you were about to say. Now it was his turn to interrupt Satoru. He quickly pushed Toru away, causing your orgasm to once again falter.

“The fuck, Suguru!” Toru yelled, making Suguru smirk.

”Times up. Now, its my turn again…” He said, pulling you onto his lap, wasting no time to plunge his fingers deep inside of you once again.

His free hand crawled up your back, continuing to move all the way until he got to your hair. He took a fistful of it and pulled your hair back, planting kisses and hickeys on the right side this time. Toru glared at the sight, seeing that Suguru was taking up both sides of your neck. He quickly made his way into the picture as well, going behind you. He placed his fingers on your clit, rubbing it. He took advantage of the fact that your head was tossed back and placed his lips on yours again in an open mouthed kiss. His other hand traveled up to your right breast and tugged your nipple, making you fall back into him.

Suguru saw this and quickly took his fingers out of you to remove Satorus hand from your clit.

”It’s my turn, you fucker.” He said, making Satoru glare at him.

”Obviously you can’t make her cum right off the bat. So, I decided to come in and help. She needed me.” Toru responded

”No she doesn’t. She needs me. She wants me.” Suguru said back, making Satoru scoff. But before they could continue their bickering, you whined, holding both of their hands, and pulling them close to you.

‘Guys…I…I need both of you~ please…please just let me cum. Please~” You begged, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes from the constant edging they were bestowing upon you.

They both looked down at you, seeing such a gorgeous sight before them. How could they have been so selfish. They were so busy trying to see who could make you cum first, that they didn’t realize they were stopping you from doing so for their own sake. They both looked at each other and shrugged.

”Both?” Satoru asked, making Suguru smirk as he looked down at your blissed out face.

”Both.” He replied. They quickly removed their clothing, turning the shower on just to ‘steam’ things up a bit.

They then sat you on their laps, Satoru in the back, Suguru in the front. They aligned their throbbing cocks with both of your holes, wasting no time to get started. Suguru began to slowly push his cock inside, feeling how easily your pussy opened around him. It was so snug, so wet…just as he imagined.

Satoru took his time with you, as he knew you’d be super tight. He pushed the tip in, feeling you open up little by little. After a good minute, he finally got all of it in, feeling your gummy walls surround him. All three of you felt euphoric, the feeling traveling all throughout your bodies.

They began to move, alternating who went in and who went out. The perfect rhythm to make sure you felt pleasure at its highest intensity.

Satoru pulled your hair back, placing his lips on your shoulder and neck to make some of his marks on you this time. One of his hands made its way around you, placing his forefinger on your clit, rubbing circles around it. Suguru latched his mouth on your nipples, placing both into his wet cavern. The feeling of his tongue switching back and forth to both nipples at the same time made your pussy and ass clench around their cocks. They both moaned from the feeling, loving how tight you were.

“Fuck, angel…you feel…so good…” Suguru moaned, thrusting his hips deeper into you.

”You’re such a good girl for us, aren’t you baby? Such a good fucking girl…” Satoru moaned in your ear, quickening his thrusts.

They both thrusted deep inside of you at such rapid speeds. It was too much for you to comprehend that you were drunk off of it. All that you could moan out were their names.

”Suguuu, Toruuu~”

“Yeah, that’s right. You like the way we make you feel? Tell us, who makes you feel this good? Who do you belong to?” Toru asked in your ear, feeling his climax coming.

”Y-You guys, do! Only you two! No one else~” You replied, feeling the coil inside of you about to break.

”Ah~So fucking tight, beautiful. Come on, cum for us. Cum hard. Show us how good we make you feel~” Suguru moaned, licking up your neck.

And just as he said that, the coil inside of you finally snapped. A wave of immense pleasure surged throughout your body as you came around both of them. A clear liquid began to squirt out of you as well, the pleasure too intense on your body.

“Fuck, look at her, Suguru~ She squirted all because of us…fuck that was hot.” Toru moaned, feeling his climax quickly hit soon after. Suguru followed along within a few seconds.

You three took a breather, trying to gather yourselves together. The shower was still going, the water gently trickling down your bodies, and the steam covering the mirrors and glass around you.

”That felt…amazing…” You said breathlessly.

Suguru and Satoru smiled, hugging you close to them.

”Yeah…you did such a good job~” Suguru spoke, gently kissing your temples. Satoru softly caressed your sides, kissing your shoulder where he left his marks.

”You looked so beautiful, taking both of our cocks at once. We weren’t too rough with you, were we?” Satoru asked, making you smile blissfully.

”A little…but I enjoyed it…quite a lot actually.” You said, making both of them perk up a bit. You could feel their cocks twitch inside of you, slowly becoming hard once again.

”You did, did you?” Satoru asked, his grip on you tightening a bit.

”Maybe we should be a little more rougher with you then if you enjoyed it so much~” Suguru suggested, bucking his hips a bit, making you moan.

”I agree, Suguru. If she likes it rough…then we’ll give it to her rough.” Satoru said, making your heart race.

You three were gonna be there for a while…and well…you won’t be able to walk for a while either.

“What a great birthday present~”

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Hey my lovelies! First and foremost, thank you so much for reading! I really hope you enjoyed it!

I wanted to apologize for the lack of posts! I’m on vacation right now and out of the country with little to no Wi-Fi! So please bare with me for a little bit on the lack! I promise I’ll be back on schedule by July!

Anyways, I just wanted to let you all know, so I’ll leave you be now! I love you allllllll!🫵🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

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📱 “Again and Again.” [←Previous | Next→]

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"you can't be serious right?"

"I am."

"..."

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You would stand there, eyes widening as he just finished his little confession..then suddenly he'd speak up

"is it really that hard to believe I have feelings for you?"

"coming from you Sukuna? Yes, yes it is hard to believe, if you think you can win my forgiveness with some petty confession that I doubt is real your wrong."

"how long did you practice saying that for?"

"y/n I'm dead serious, I like you, I really do.."

You refuse to believe he's telling the truth. A visible scowl would appear on your face before you clenched your fist as you stared at him as if you were on the verge of tears.

"You're lying, aren't you? Even if your confession is genuine do you really think I'd accept it that easily? You've been openly hating me for years for no absolute reason, do you think it's funny to play with my feelings? I've been hurt enough I don't need you to add more to that problem. If you really did like me then you should've spoken up sooner instead of now."

"I was about to. Remember when your ex confessed his feelings for you during high school? How did he get you those flowers and letters?"

"Just what are you implying Sukuna."

"guess what y/n that was all me. I got you those flowers and letters not him. It was all Me yet you were dating someone who never loved you like I did. yet? you chose him over me. I would've treated you better than him if you just used your Brain back then."

"if what you are saying is true..then how come you haven't spoken up? I would've believed you if you just told me that instead of ignoring me and acting as if you hated me. Did doing all that get you anywhere Sukuna?"

"No..."

"Exactly. It got you nowhere. You could've just told me then this whole thing could've been avoided but no. You just had to add more fuel to the fire, didn't you? You just had to make the situation worse."

"tell me Sukuna did you have fun toying with my emotions? Was it worth it? This doesn't mean I believe in your petty confession."

With that you'd immediately turn to leave, as you did you just left him standing there leaving him and his emotions alone together for him to figure it out himself.

He shouldn't have said that. Why were you being so difficult?

He really was a fool for believing he'd actually have a chance with you, but he knows his chances are low despite that he can't help but keep chasing after you no matter how hard he tries to deny the fact he hates you.

But you on the other hand..you wanted to believe what he said was genuine, but deep down you know. You know everything he says..it's still the same Sukuna deep down.—

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A/N: I didn't know what to do for this part because erm..the thing is....I make all the parts on the spot...🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

(I promise I'll make the next part longer 😞😞🙏‼️)

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[mammonsrockstargf]

"I'm going to kill you,"

"H- hey now, that's, that's not a nice thing to say, now is it?" Mammon stutters, his eyes darting around the room as he nervously giggles. "C'mon, human, do this one thing for me, yeah? Ya owe me!" He continues, and your glare grows more murderous. Your brows are furrowed in disbelief and there's a mean pout on your lips and Mammon's certain that if looks could kill, yours would probably have found some way to steal away his immortality.

Mammon is wearing a chicken costume. Like a full-on costume — a big suit with black feathers attached to it. On the table beside you, there's a big chicken-head mask, with a purple beak and cockscomb, that he's supposed to put on. On his feet are some kind of weird shoes, that are supposed to look like chicken feet.

A new hellfire chicken place is opening in the Devildom, and apparently, Mammon owes the owner money. Now, instead of giving the demon the money, Mammon has traded himself for a much better deal: standing in front of the shop on opening night in said chicken costume, with a sign, urging people to come in.

All is well here, right? Why would you be mad? You get the opportunity to eat chicken while simultaneously watching your favourite demon make an idiot out of himself once again.

Well, unfortunately for you, the chicken place has two mascots. Hence, there's another costume lying on the table beside the chicken mask. It looks like an orc, in your opinion, and consists of a mask with a big, long nose, green skin, and very bushy eyebrows. The body consists of long green limbs, of course, and some sort of black gown. Mammon insists that it's a folklore demon that the restaurant is based on, but you're not exactly convinced.

It seems Mammon has also traded your time as a payment for his debt, and for some reason, he just assumed that you'd go along with it, no questions asked.

"Pleaseeeeeeeee?" he pouts, now realising that you're not giving in easily. "It'll be fun, like one of our heists!" He says and shoots you an ear-to-ear smile, that in any other instance would make your knees go weak, but in this instance just makes your frown deepen.

You're still not convinced. At all.

"How is standing in front of a restaurant an entire night, dressed like an orc-"

"Demon," Mammon corrects.

"-dressed like a demon any fun?" You finish, and Mammon shrugs, his smile still not faltering.

"Cause you'll be with me, obviously," he snickers, and you flick his forehead.

"Fuck off,"

"So you'll do it?"

"Of course, I'll do it." you sigh and grab the weird orc mask on the table. Mammon is practically beaming and he gives your cheek a big smooch. You're still keeping up the annoyed act, and wipe your cheek with the back of your hand. He makes up for this by giving you another smooch. And then another. And a last one just for good measure. You look up at him with pursed lips but can't help it when the corners of your lips turn upwards.

He just looks so incredibly ridiculous in that chicken costume. It makes you want to jump him and kiss him silly. You should probably stand your ground, though. Can't let him think he can just rope you into whatever mischief he wants simply with a couple of kisses. (He can. He absolutely can.)

[rninies]

LATE NIGHT DANCING SESSION ft suna rintarou — suna inviting you to dance instead of sleeping late at night

wc: 0.7k ノcw + tw: fem!reader, pet names (baby), suna is a good dancer and you're not lmao, fluff just pure fluff

suna rintarou is an insufferable man.

sure he has been your boyfriend for a year already, but you are still not used to his stupid antics, always dragging you to stupid and silly scenarios.

tonight is one of those nights, unfortunately. instead of sleeping early for classes tomorrow, suna turned on his bluetooth speaker, blasting loud music.

“rin-” you covered your ears, not wanting your ears to bleed. “could you lower the volume?!” instead of replying, suna only shrugged, vibing to the music. “rin!”

“WHAT?” suna replies loudly. “I CAN’T HEAR YOU!”

you rolled your eyes and walked over to the speaker, immediately pausing the song. “are you crazy? you’re going to wake the neighbors!”

“baby please,” suna huffs. “they’re never going to complain. besides, i’m pretty sure they’re night owls too.”

“and how would you know that?” you asked. “you’ve never even talked to them!”

suna stops in his place. “h-how would you know if i have or never have talked to our neighbours? i’m not as shy as you!”

you scoff. “yeah right. you’re not shy but you certainly dislike talking to people you’ve never met! come on rin, i’ve been with you for more than a year already. don’t act like i don’t know you.”

“seriously you never let me have my fun anymore,” suna pouts fiddling with the speaker. as he is about to turn it off, he pauses, and you can practically see a lightbulb turn on beside his head. “hey, y/n?”

“what…?” you ask, though you have a feeling it’s not going to be good.

“can we dance together?” suna asks, and you immediately shake your head. “what? why?” he practically whines when you start stepping away from him.

“you know how bad of a dancer i am!” you exclaim. “i’m not the best at this.”

“you've stepped on my foot at least ten times, trust me, i know.” suna replies. “come on, dance with me once and we can go to sleep. the earlier we do this the more sleep we can get for tomorrow’s class. we have your least favorite class tomorrow, right?”

you gasp. “oh my god you’re right.” you bit your lip, contemplating whether you should take his offer or not. seeing suna cock his head to the side a little with his hand stretched out in front of him makes you sigh in defeat. “okay fine. but you better lend me your notes tomorrow! i am not going to be taking notes.”

“you have a deal.” suna grabs your hand pulling you closer to him. “what song would you like to dance to?”

“anything that isn’t too long,” you say. suna smiles, and once again, instead of complying with your wishes, he chooses a song that lasts about 5 whole minutes. “suna-!”

“you won’t even notice how long it is, trust me.” suna cuts you off before you can say anything. “just trust me.” he presses play and a slow song starts. suna guides you slowly, making sure you can remember all the steps. “why are you so stiff? loosen up a little.”

“i’m trying,” you huff. “it’s just- it’s weird…”

“what’s weird, hm?” suna asks so softly. “don’t tell me it’s weird dancing with me?”

“no!” you protested, trying to relax your body. “it’s just weird how you’re so good at dancing. i didn't know you knew how to dance.” 

“and you say you know me well. there's a lot you don't know about me, then.” suna teases you, to which you pout.

catching you off guard, suna suddenly dips your waist, and you immediately wrap your arms around his shoulder. “oh my god- suna rintarou! what the hell was that?!”

“what? it’s the most classic dance move to ever exist!” suna smiles, keeping your body steady with his arms. “don’t tell me you’ve never dreamed of doing this dance with your sweet and handsome boyfriend before?”

you scoff, rolling your eyes. “as if. i can’t dance, why would i even dream of doing that?”

“aw, you’re breaking my heart, love.” suna pouts slightly, and the song ends just as he says that.

“wha-” your eyes drift over to the speaker as suna lifts you back up. “the song’s over already?”

suna hums. “mhm. you want more?” he gives you a teasing smirk, and you immediately shake your head.

“nope! it’s time for bed, come on we have a long day tomorrow with that boring lecture.” you quickly push suna’s back to your shared bedroom.

suna could only laugh, letting himself get pushed around by you. 

[izvmimi]

As cool water runs over your scraped forearm, rubbed roughly but unintentionally so by your somewhat brusque boyfriend, it occurs to you that perhaps you should apologize, somehow. 

Breaking the silence between the two of you, for once, is a daunting task. Haruka usually lets you speak more than he does, and you usually never really feel hesitant to talk to him or even better, fluster him until his face is the same blushy pink brought to mind by his last name, but he’s dead silent now and you can tell he’s holding far too many words in. Speaking first feels akin to interrupting whatever thought process is running through his mind, so you keep mum.

The fluffy towel he’s using to wipe your forearm clean is possibly the best he owns, and as he turns off the running water, he checks your other arms for scrapes and bruises as if he hadn’t just done so ten minutes ago. You watch his eyebrows scrunch as his thumb passes over another area of your skin, pressing gently, but then he looks up at you and you don’t wince, his heterochromatic eyes careful and laden with concern.

“Are you okay?” he asks again, for the sixth time.

You nod, words stuck in your throat again.

He grimaces, then shakes his head. He takes a step back, while looking at you carefully once again, and the two of you stand face to face now in the solitude of his small apartment, with not even the sound of a running faucet to subdue the quickening pulse of your heartbeat. As he crosses his arms, you catch the glimpse of grazed knuckles and your stomach turns.

“Haruka-” you start, reaching for him, but angry, he cuts you off.

 “Don’t you ever do that shit again.” 

You inhale sharply and by impulse, he softens immediately and unfolds his arms to reach out to you but he bites his lip, keeping his hands, fists clenched at his side. He has to stay firm with you, even if he’s more worried than angry. You catch this and the way he turns his gaze to the wall, red on his cheeks.

He’s trying hard not to yell at you, even if you deserve it. 

Running straight into a fight to try to protect him, and then fortunately tripping as his opponent swings is probably not the most intelligent of moves, but he’s trying desperately to protect your feelings. You could argue that no harm was done, if only just a delay in the fight; he’d quickly managed to roundhouse kick his opponent and get you to your feet, the rest of his friends covering his back before he rushed off with you. Yet, it was stupid, and it could have turned out far differently and you’re butting into situations you don’t understand and possibly never will.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe out.

Truly apologetic, you fold your hands in your lap. He’s still standing perfectly still, trying not to burst and you ponder for a split second before deciding otherwise, moving forward and wrapping your arms around his waist. You can practically hear the rapid pound of his heart in his chest.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to help.”

He’s initially stiff but in seconds thaws, letting his own arms wrap around you in turn. 

“I wasn’t scared,” he grumbles.He’s not a teenager anymore, but in these ways he’s still boyish; unable to admit that the idea of you hurt in any way shape or form has his normally fiery spirit freeze solid. 

“Stay out of these damn fights,” he adds, his voice lowering in volume. He sighs and turns to kiss your cheek. 

“Plus that fall was embarrassing. Can’t have you cramping my style.”

He snorts, and you find yourself laughing, then look up at him, your arms still around him. 

“Fine, I won’t embarrass you. Sorryyyyy,” you practically sing the last one, but your smile is wide. He looks back down at you, initially flustered as always, but steadies himself until he’s smiling right back down at you too. 

[golden1u5t]

before you go | a.h x fem!reader

ꨄ requested: no

ꨄ genre: smut

ꨄ summary: before aaron has to leave for work he makes sure his girl is satisfied first.

you hated waking up in the morning, hated how the sun shined bright into your eyes, the way the birds chirped too loud, you hated those types of morning. the mornings you did like though were the mornings where it was still dark outside, when the sun hadn’t risen, the birds were still quiet, and most importantly, aaron was still there with his arms wrapped securely around your body.

you hated waking up early unless you absolutely had to and aaron knew that so he usually refrained from waking you up before he got ready for work but he had made a promise the night before that he would take care of you since he would be leaving for a case. so, he held his word and began to press soft kisses along your bare shoulder. aaron wrapped his arm around your body and splayed his hand over your lower stomach, his fingers dipping into the waistband of your panties.

the feeling of his lips dragging across your skin caused you to stir, your eyes fluttering open but closing once you registered what he was doing. you managed to call out his name, though your voice was rough with sleep. “what time is it?”

“it’s a little after 5.” aaron lifted himself up on his elbow and moved his hand from your stomach to push your hair away from your neck. he lowered himself back down and attached his lips to the side of your neck. you let out a soft groan at the time because it was way too early for you to be awake. “do you want me to stop?”

“no, please don’t.”

even though you were on the brink of falling asleep again you could feel that throb between your legs start to intensify with each ghost of his lips on your skin. you reached back and grabbed aaron’s hand, bringing it back to your front and practically pushing it between your legs. aaron let out a quiet chuckle and dipped his fingers into your panties, his thick fingers finding their way through your slit and dragging your slick up to your swollen clit.

you let out a soft breath of relief when he started to circle your clit, opening your legs a bit wider for him. you reached back once more but this time your hand found it’s place over aaron’s boxers, you could feel his cock rock hard against your hand and it caused a small whine to fall from your parted lips.

“want you to put me back to sleep, please.” you whispered as you pushed his boxers down the best you could and pulled his cock out. aaron groaned when you swiped your thumb over his leaking tip. he chose not to respond but instead he pulled your panties to the side and lifted your leg, you held it up yourself while he guided his cock to your entrance.

aaron always stretched you out so good, better than anyone has ever done before, and it always made your head go blank. his hand went back to your leg, his fingers curling into the plushness of your thigh, as he began to press his cock deep into your cunt. he paused for just a moment to give you both time to adjust. eventually he pulled his hips back until just the tip of his cock was inside before slowly pushing forward.

it was too early in the morning for anything extra so he fucked you just like that, slow and steady but still managing to get deep enough to have you gasping. you pressed your head into the sheets to keep yourself from being too loud. the head of his cock brushed against your spot each time he thrust into you, dragging along your walls just right. aaron let out a quiet hiss of pain when you dug your fingernails into his hip, in response his hips snapping into you harder.

you turned your head to the side and found his lips in a soft, lazy kiss as you could feel your orgasm start to creep through your body. aaron repositioned himself so he could have better leverage, he lifted his leg so that his foot was planted on the mattress.

you had stopped kissing him when you felt yourself slipping over the edge, instead of kissing him you simply panted and softly whined against his lips. you opened your eyes just as aaron began to whisper soft nothings against your lips and that had your eyes fluttering closed once more.

a few more thrust later and aaron was falling right behind you. he pressed his forehead against yours and let out a short breath of air. aaron gently pulled out after a few minutes and even though he really needed to get ready for work, he allowed you to curl into his chest.

he waited until he knew you had drifted back to sleep before he untangled himself from your body.

[r0-boat]

Love your work I just read your poly wrio neuvi a/b/o with reader and it was so good! Could we get a part two of more information? Like what is it like when readers in heat or when wrio has his rut. Your writing is ❤️❤️

Yes I can totally do a part two!

Alpha Wriothesley x omega reader x alpha Neuvillette headcannons part 2

Nsfw

Author's notes:

I usually try not to give reader too much headcanons because I want to leave just enough wiggle room for you guys to imagine your own scenarios but in this one ill add more

Wriothesley does behave(ish)during his ruts. That doesn't mean he wants to, though... If anything he just gets more possessive and touchy. However when you are the overseer and warden of an entire prison you have to at least keep yourself sane till the end of your shift.

Wriothesley The first thing he does when he gets home is rip off your clothes. His hunger for sex is unlimited always down to fuck Even when he's buried in paperwork.(maybe that's the reason why his ruts aren't that bad? Or maybe he's just good at hiding it ;) )

Wriothesley is an alpha and seems dominant, but he likes being a pillow princess. He likes laying down and having you play with him till he's had enough, then he flips you over and takes control.

While Neuvillette smells like rainwater in a forest, Wriothesley smells like the sea with a hint of a floral sense of whatever tea he had that day mixed with his cologne. And he is shameful about presenting his scent as powerful and prideful; he does not use scent blockers at all. He's a prideful Alpha and likes presenting even more so now that he knows that even Neuvillette turns his head to it.

Wriothesley's scent blends so well with the sea water and the fortress that the only ones who can successfully pick it out are the inmates and his partners, while he lays undetected by outsiders as long as he's in the fortress that is. He does not mind his powerful scent in fact he prefers it. Keeps people obedient, not wanting to do stupid shit. As soon as they smell him coming around, They immediately straighten out their backs and cower.

They will never know how much of a sweetheart your partner actually is.

And then there's you. During your heat You are the only one that can sedate Wriothesley's large sexual appetite and still come your other partner for more. Bratty yet obedient just the way Wriothesley likes it.

Though he cannot help but joke about how good and obedient you are with Neuvillette and not him. Which Neuvillette is quick too crack a smile and say "You just need to train them better."

And when your heat strikes, you're even more unsatiable. But that's probably because your heat's hurt so damn much that you could hardly even think. Well, it's good thing You're two partners like it a little rougher. Your heat's hit you like a train. Once you can feel your pre-heat, you only have a matter of time before it hits you. The next day, He will be feeling whimpering and pulling while trying to give one of your partners a surprise awakening.

Your body is super hot yet cold screaming at you too seek the warmth of your partners. And how busy they can be the only thing that can sedate you or toys until one of them gets home. And when they do... You will rejoice in the dicking you will receive.

Neuvillette has tried to urge you to take suppressants because he hates seeing you hot and writhing, almost in pain. But he understands when you say no because after suppressants, it will just get worse.

Your scent is a calming lavender. You're like catnip to your overworked partners rubbing against you and bearing their face in your neck, holding you close. You can practically hear them purring like kittens. It's cute until you are being crushed by two big men who haven't slept in days.

[matchalovertrait]

The start of Alegría VS Caruso.

Transcript:

Chef Bianchi: Chef Alegría, your asparagus penne pasta is exquisite! Keep up the good work.

Dulce: Yes, Chef. Thank you so much.

Chef Bianchi: Class is dismissed. Some of you have to work a little harder, so make sure you practice more over the weekend.

?: Whoop-de-doo. Little Miss Diced Junior comes in and becomes the teacher’s pet. What a surprise.

Dulce: [Turns around] Excuse me? And who are you exactly?

?: Caruso. You don’t pay attention to your surroundings? [Rolls eyes]

Dulce: Interesting. Caruso is usually a last name. Are you embarrassed of your first name?

Caruso: Is that even important? Look, I know the kind of person you are. Mia D’Angelo-Ramirez probably got you into this school.

Dulce: Ha! I’ll have you know that none of this came easy to me. I’m sorry you can’t cook simple pasta, but don’t take out your frustrations and insecurities out on me.

Caruso: Just a fluke. I know I’m the better chef in the kitchen and I’ll prove it. You’ll be irrelevant in a couple more months.

Dulce: [Sarcastic voice] Ohhh nooo, I’m so scared. My entire career is threatened by you! Please, have mercy.

Caruso: You think this is a game?

Dulce: Yeah, a really funny one too. What kind of Italian can‘t cook pasta?

Caruso: You are unbelievable.

Dulce: 0kay, since you want to play a game soooo badly, let’s do this: Whoever gets the highest grade in this class wins whatever silly competition you created in your mind.

Caruso: Fine. You’re on, Alegría.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Part two to iv and his jacket of them getting together

Can be a part II to His mark but also can be a standalone.

His to keep

IV mindlessly brushed his fingers over the guitar strings, sitting with his legs crossed in the back of the car you two had rented in one of the longest stops. The days off tour were always spent creating music and for the most part, boys enjoyed doing it away from each other. You had been watching IV for hours. Legs tugged beneath you. His hoodie drowning your body out. You loved it when he was content like that. No harsh features. No need to bite at others. You wished he showed that more often.

Shaking your head slightly you reach out. Pulling the cigarette that has been slowly burning from between his lips. Brushing it against you and taking a deep breath in. IV snaps to you almost immediately. His eyes watching your every movement. But he cools his features down instantly, “That’s not so nice and it’s mine”, IV sighs, shaking his head. “I know, so what?”, you take another drag in, watching him with that same expression. Before he simply rolls his eyes, you can practically see him turning deep into himself. “Lighten up a little, you had a stick up your ass ever since the last concert”, what you failed to mention is that you had seen him and III. More like hear them. And IV had lots to say about what he thought you and III were doing.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, he mutters, brushing his fingers through the jumble of cords. “Yeah, and I shit butterflies”, you huff, putting the cigarette back against his lips, letting IV take the last drag before pressing it down into the ashtray. “You’re a brat”, he rolls his eyes, as he does for the most time. “And you wouldn’t want it any other way”, you chirp back, nudging his shoulder ever so slightly.

“True”, IV muses beneath his breath, “nothing’s better than you stealing things from me”, and from the way, his eyes gleam when he looks at you, you know that there is so much more hidden beneath these words. So much more than a jacket or pair of socks. “You need to tell me what’s all of this about”, you blurt out, not sure where the sudden confidence came from.

IV clenches his jaw a couple of times, “I don’t know what you’re talking about”. You can’t help but shake your head, “You do know and I do too”. The same angry face he had flashed at III washes over him, “Then say it”. And you can’t help but cross your arms over your chest in frustration, “You like me”. IV freezes for a moment. His whole body locks up before he forces a bitter laugh to slip past his lips.

“You do”, you push further, not ready to let him tiptoe any longer, “And you are scared shitlles because you like me”. His eyes practically turn to flames as your words meet the right target, “You don’t know shit”, he grunts through clenched teeth. “III called you a guard dog, you know”, you point out. “I didn’t care what he thinks”, IV grunts, putting his guitar down and hopping out of the car. You quickly push our door open before stepping right in front of him.

“Look at us IV”, you sigh, “I am with you, in your clothes. I practically live in your jacket”, you pull at the matter of his hoodie for emphasis. “Make a move”, you throw your hands up. And at that exact moment, he is right there in front of you. Hands clasping your face as he pulls you closer. Crashing his lips against yours in a desperate kiss. You stand there in shock for a moment, arms falling to your sides as your body drinks in the feeling of him. All the emotions pour out. Once that lingering touches could never soothe. Your hand's fist in his shirt as you two pull him even closer.

“Asshole”, you crock breathlessly, “You should have done that ages ago”. IV leans his head against yours, eyes closed as he mutters, “I felt that in the tips of my toes, fucking hell”. Laughing lightly you reach out to cup his cheek. “Will you be less rough around the guys now?”, you feel him leaning into your touch and then he’s back to frowning, “Hell no, you’re mine”, he huffs, hands reaching out to pull you closer by your waist, “Not my problem they are mopping around single”. “Ivy”, you whine, rolling your eyes. “You’re living in my jacket from now on, girl”, IV brings your chin up so you would be looking straight at him, “I won’t be hearing a peep about it”.

[megamuscle885-blog]

Severed - Worm Fanfiction Review

CW: Suicide and canon typical gore.

I don't think I've so eagerly anticipated an imaginary and, likely unwritten at the time of this post, scene in fanfiction than @heyitschartic's Severed. I've been following this series since it was posted three years ago. I'll avoid spoilers and the scene I'm imagining in question will be under the cut, but the basic premise is that Jack Slash chooses Skitter as his nominee during the Slaughterhouse 9 arc, rather than Oni Lee, who was disappointing, and Golem, who he later contrived the entire S9k arc for.

I will say that this work is a beautiful plunge into What Ifs which look all the more horrifying if you compare them against canon. You get flashback snippets of the S9 arc retold from a few perspectives before being thrust into post-GM, maybe pre-Ward? era with modern Skitter. I can certainly say that Severed blows all other S9!Taylors out of the water, Taylor is authentic in ways I haven't seen with anyone else. 10/10, each chapter is at it's absolute peak and it has 11 chapters as of this post. Each gut-punch has me anticipating the next chapter, only for the next chapter to explain why Taylor's friends and enemies hate her so much. I gasped when Tattletale said that to her. I strongly recommend Severed to anyone and everyone who hasn't already read it yet. Here's the link:

Oh wait does this count as the first of my Worm fanfic reviews--

So, I've read chapter 11 and I've been having Taylor and her clone rotating in my head endlessly, but the scene I'm anticipating is the one hinted at in Chapter where Defiant wants Taylor to go under the knife with Bonesaw again so Riley can fix all of Taylor's everything that is physically wrong with her, because her body is practically bio-tinkertech, even after they ripped almost everything else out.

I can only imagine Taylor reiterating that she refuses to be put under for the procedure, and using every moment to vent her anger and frustration on a Riley that is likely seeing marked improvement in her therapy (maybe). But Taylor keeps hitting her with blow after blow. "They'll never let you work on anyone else ever again, so you had better not kill me." and "Nobody will ever let you willingly touch them, I'm the only one who you can use your tinker abilities on, and that can change if I don't need you anymore." "If you ever find someone you can trick into letting you touch them, hold them, or even work on them, I'll kill them. It'd be better than the fate worse than death that letting you touch someone inflicts, and I should know, I'm living through it."

Maybe Chartic has something else planned, but I would like to see this Bonesaw cry. An unshakable, unmoved Taylor just heaps on the abuse through her own tears of pain, holding Riley hostage even as she roots through her guts to put her back together. It's very Taylor to fight through pain to force people to help her. The last time they saw each-other, Riley was doing well. I don't think she'll be doing very well after they meet again.

Maybe an overseeing team of surgeons and Capes become increasingly uncomfortable as Riley is tormented. They find themselves defending Bonesaw of all people, from one of her former victims too.

I'm sorry if this is unsolicited Chartic, but I can't wait to see their reunion, whatever form it takes. Severed's way of making Taylor suffer the consequences of her own actions, while invoking sympathy simultaneously with disgust at Taylor's betrayals; the depths she's sunken to, and then to finally wrap it up with shame and admonishment of her friends, turned victims, is masterful. How dare either they or I judge her for what she had to do to survive. Each chapter reveals that it got worse and worse. At some point, I suspect that (one of) the reasons that Taylor is being given such little leeway by the rest of the cast and remains constantly under the threat of harsh re-imprisonment or execution by vengeful kill-teams is because she somehow became the worst member of the Slaughterhouse Nine or even surpassed them in notoriety.

Tattletale telling Skitter to kill herself was such an insane scene that I stood up and covered my mouth. I was in disbelief. But knowing now that Skitter had betrayed the Undersiders to a slaughter by Mannequin (after having sacrificed her own father and, essentially, her own pre-cape life and innocence with him. The Taylor that she did not want to be, embracing the Skitter she chose to become) and then at some point caused the remainder of the Livsey family to kill themselves the same way Reggie did, with gunshot wounds, really clarifies that Taylor did something unforgivable. She exploited her friendship with Lisa to injure her in a way that can never be repaired. Lisa in canon never really had much to do with her parents ever again, but she probably didn't want them dead for neglecting Reggie.

I may edit this later, or reblog it, as new thoughts on the work come to me.

[muddy-water-1997]

𝖠𝗀𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖡𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖿𝗂𝗍𝗌

𝖳𝖶: 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿, 𝗂𝗍'𝗌 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾. 𝗆𝖺𝗒𝖻𝖾 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗎𝖾?

Chapter 23 - An Arrangement

It had been a few weeks since that night in your apartment, and things had gradually cooled. Although you hadn't had direct contact with Seungmin, Chan ensured you stayed busy by dragging you to dance practice to keep you from going stir-crazy. While there was no way you could keep up with the group's rigorous routines, it was fun to try. Hyunjin spent hours patiently trying to teach you the simplest choreography, but it always ended with you doubling over in laughter. He was convinced you were purposely messing up, only to realise you truly had no rhythm.

Chan also brought you to the studio with 3RACHA, trying to show you the basics of producing and letting you watch the creative process unfold. Changbin thought getting you into the recording booth would be hilarious, attempting to teach you Korean and how to sing simultaneously. Predictably, it went as well as expected, with the four of you ending up in fits of laughter whenever you mispronounced something, inadvertently giving the lyrics a completely different meaning.

It was nice to hang out with Chris and the group like friends, without the looming threat of a media scandal. Chan maintained regular contact with the company execs, trying to gauge how the situation was unfolding back home and how likely it was that you'd be able to return. A part of you didn’t want to leave anytime soon; things had never been better. However, there was one aspect that felt off—Chris.

Despite the fun and camaraderie, Chris hadn't made the slightest move on you since that night, which felt strange. You were used to the intense affection and attention from the guys, and the abrupt shift from 100 to 0 was jarring. Chris wanted to take things slow, but after three weeks of dates and loving gestures, he hadn't confessed his feelings or tried to be intimate. You missed the connection, the physical and emotional intimacy that had once been so intense.

It left you in a state of confusion and longing, wondering why he was holding back and if he felt the same aching void you did. The uncertainty gnawed at you, making the days blur together in a mix of joy and frustration. Despite the laughter and lighthearted moments, the absence of his touch and the unspoken words weighed heavily on your heart.

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“Hey, babe?” Chris called from the sofa of your apartment into the kitchen, where you were preparing some snacks for the movie night you had planned. While the movie was a good front, there was a real reason you had invited him here tonight. You wanted to cut the bullshit. Sure, the comeback was around the corner, but it had been three weeks since Seungmin had cornered you in your apartment and three weeks since Chris said he liked you and wanted to take things slow. You’d been patient; you’d been the perfect non-girlfriend-girlfriend to him, but besides the odd cute nickname, he treated you more like a mate than someone he had actual feelings for.

“Give me a sec, Chris,” you called back, emphasising his name instead of the usual Chan, Channie, or Babe, hoping it would signal the seriousness of why he was really here.

You took a deep breath, gathered the snacks on a tray, and entered the living room. Chris was lounging comfortably, but there was a slight tension in his eyes as he watched you approach. Setting the tray down on the coffee table, you turned to face him, your heart pounding in your chest.

"Chris," you began, your voice steady but soft, "we need to talk."

“That’s almost as bad as calling me Christopher,” he laughed lightly. You smiled, trying to keep the conversation light despite the weight in your heart.

“What’s going on?” he asked gently, taking your hand in his.

“It’s been three weeks…” you began, your voice low. His expression shifted to one of understanding.

“Are you horny?” he asked with a chuckle, and your eyes widened in shock.

“No! I mean, yes, but that’s not the point I’m trying to make,” you said, playfully hitting his shoulder. “I’m starting to wonder if you’re regretting what you said that night,” you added tentatively.

“Regret it?” he repeated, his eyes full of concern as he shifted closer to you. “Regret telling you that I’m falling for you? Baby, no! Why would you even think that?”

“Apart from the occasional nickname and hand-holding, you haven’t really tried to ask me out or even get close to me…” you mumbled, your eyes flickering to where your hands were intertwined. “If you see me as more of a friend, that’s okay! I’d just rather know so I can protect my own heart.” You say with a sad smile.

“Y/N, look at me,” Chris pressed, and you lifted your eyes to meet his. “You’re right; I haven’t been as involved as I should have been. After that night with Seungmin and seeing how you’ve been with everyone since then, I could tell that part of you might be unable to give up what you had with the rest of the boys.” He brought a hand up to your face, caressing your cheek tenderly.

“I’d give it all up for you,” you said, leaning into his hand, savouring the touch, the most intimate you had been in weeks.

“I know you would, beautiful, but I want you to be happy too,” he said softly, his thumb stroking your cheek gently. “So I’ve been distant because I’ve had to think long and hard about what to do.”

“Are you going to leave me?” you asked, your eyes sad and searching his.

“No, baby, not at all,” he reassured you, his voice low and steady. “I was thinking that maybe we could come to an arrangement?”

“An arrangement?” you echoed, confused.

Chris took a deep breath. “I want us to be together, truly together. But I also understand that you have a connection with the other guys. What if we find a way to balance everything, to make sure you’re happy and fulfilled without losing what we have?”

“So I get to have you, and we can play around with the others if we feel like it?” you asked, needing clarification.

“Yeah, essentially. But there would have to be some ground rules moving forward because, for all intents and purposes, you are mine. I’m nice enough to share with the others, only for your pleasure.” He said the words with such certainty, and you closed your eyes, savouring the possessiveness and affection in his voice.

“I’m yours,” you repeated, opening your eyes before crashing your lips onto his.

The kiss was intense, filled with all the pent-up emotions and longing you had felt over the past weeks. Chris pulled you closer, his arms wrapping around you as if he never wanted to let go. He swiftly picked you up, your lips never leaving his skin as your legs wrapped around his body, and he walked you into the bedroom. 

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Laying you on the bed, he continued his assault on your lips. 

“Since you’re mine, I get to enjoy you alone,” Chris murmured, his eyes dark with desire. The shift in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, and you could feel yourself getting wet from just the way he was looking at you. Finally, after three weeks, you were going to feel him.

“All yours, baby,” you confirmed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Chris pressed another passionate kiss against your lips, his hands roaming your body with reverence. He treated you gently like you were made of the finest china, his touch worshipful. Each caress sent waves of pleasure through you, making your breath hitch.

He slowly undressed you as if unwrapping a precious gift, taking his time with each article of clothing. His fingers traced the curves of your body, lingering over every inch of skin revealed. The intensity of his gaze made you feel cherished and adored.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion and desire. His hands continued exploring slowly, setting your skin ablaze with every touch.

You moaned softly, your body arching into his touch, craving more. “Chris...”

“Shh, baby,” he soothed, kissing a path down your neck. “I want to savor this.”

His lips followed the trail his hands had made, leaving a path of fire in their wake. When he finally had you completely bare, he took a moment to admire you, his eyes drinking in every detail.

“You’re perfect,” he murmured, and you felt your heart swell with love and desire.

He joined you in your nakedness, his body pressing against yours, skin to skin. The feeling was electrifying, a perfect blend of intimacy and lust. As he settled between your legs, his eyes met yours, and you saw the depth of his emotions there.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admitted, his voice raw. “Wanted you.”

“Then take me,” you urged your hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.

You didn’t have to ask him twice. Chris ran his cock through your folds, covering himself in your slick before pushing into you gently. Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly pushed more of himself in.

“So perfect, so tight,” he growled, and you pulled his face down to meet your lips, desperate to have as much of him on you as possible. When he had finally buried himself to the hilt, you took a moment to adjust to his size while he kissed your neck, leaving little marks to make it known you were his.

“Chris…” you arched your back slightly, desperate to feel some friction.

“That’s not my name, princess,” he chuckled against your neck.

“Baby, please…” you corrected yourself, attempting to move yourself on his cock, causing his breath to hitch.

“Good girl,” he praised before he started moving at a slow pace. This wasn’t a quick fuck; he wanted to make love to you, to show you how much he truly treasured you. “God, you’re going to be the death of me. How am I ever going to leave this bed?” he growled, picking up his pace slightly.

You moaned, your body responding to his every touch, every thrust. His slow, deliberate movements were driving you wild, each one bringing you closer to the edge. Chris’s hands roamed your body, caressing your breasts, your hips, every part of you that he could reach.

“Chris… I need more,” you begged, your voice breathy with desire.

“Anything for you, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. He picked up the pace, his hand finding your clit and rubbing slow, agonising circles as his thrusts became more intense, more urgent.

Your bodies moved in perfect sync, the room filled with the sounds of your shared pleasure. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust brought you closer to that blissful edge. Chris’s name fell from your lips like a prayer, your hands clutching at his back, desperate to hold on to this moment.

“Come for me, baby,” he whispered in your ear, his voice sending shivers down your spine.

His words pushed you over the edge, and you came undone around him, your body trembling with the force of your orgasm. Chris followed soon after, his own release intense and powerful. He held you close, his lips finding yours in a tender kiss as you both came down from the high.

As you lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, you felt a sense of completeness, of being exactly where you were meant to be. Chris brushed a strand of hair from your face, his eyes filled with love and adoration.

“I love you, girlfriend”, he whispered, his voice filled with sincerity.

“I love you too, boyfriend”, you replied, your heart full.

𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾? 𝖳𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾! 𝖬𝗒 𝗂𝗇𝖻𝗈𝗑 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝗉𝖾𝗇, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌!  𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗈𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍? 𝖣𝗋𝗈𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗈𝗋 𝖣𝖬!

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Orange means I couldn’t tag you!

[jakes3resin]

Modern Reincarnation AU Part 5 ✨️

Part 4

"Hello."

Bucky turned his head into the crook of his arms. The material of his new suit jacket itches at his cheeks, but he still rubbed his nose against it pretending it was enough to cover his sniffles. He wasn't interested in talking to whoever this was. He'd had enough with talking. Enough of people staring at him with pity as they offered condolences that didn't do anything. No one said anything worth listening to here anyway.

"You're John, right?" The person from before asked. Bucky could hear the rustle of clothing as whoever it was knelt down.

"It's Bucky." Bucky murmured. He refused to lift his head from his arms, so his voice came out muffled and wrong.

"Buffy? Like the vampire slayer?" The voice laughed. "Bit silly, but okay."

Bucky lifted his head to glare at the voice. He didn't care that the man was in a fancy uniform like his parents' old ones or that the kind smile on his face grew in triumph when he did so. No one was allowed to make fun of his name.

"My name is Bucky." Each word enuciated crisp and succinct.

"Well, my name's Chick, Chick Harding. Nice to meet you kid."

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"Knew I'd find you out here."

Bucky doesn't turn to acknowledge Buck as the other leans out the kitchen window. Thankfully, he doesn't step out onto the stairs. Bucky's not sure he wants Buck in his space. It's easier at night when Bucky can pretend, can ignore the hurt just to bask in the comfort. In the daylight, it's the echo of Buck's voice that haunts him dogging his every step.

Don't count on it.

Damn it Curt, how many times do I have to tell you? He doesn't know!

The same voice over and over.

Bucky stares down at the traffic below, watching strangers running around going about their lives. Sometimes, he sits out here and imagines their lives. Imagines what brought them here, where they're going next, and how that changes them.

"Curt asked if we wanted to go out tonight. After dinner with your father, that is."

Curt... Bucky hides his wince by shifting against the railing. He hasn't spoken to Curt yet. He wasn't sure he wanted to. He'd had enough with talking.

"Not sure," Bucky shrugs, turning back to his book. He still doesn't look up at Buck. "Probably not."

"That's not like you." Shock colors Buck's voice. Bucky curls his knee closer leaving only one leg splayed out on the stairs above. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." Bucky scoffs. He breathes out softens his voice. "I just don't think I'll feel up to it after dinner."

Buck makes a noise as if he understands, but the fib tastes like ash on Bucky's tongue. His fingers curls around his book, more homework he was supposed to finish at the library.

"You should go. Paint the town red." Bucky finally lifts his head to meet Buck's gaze. The other's face pales. Bucky tries not to feel vindictive. Or guilty.

"Maybe next time." Buck chokes out, voice gruff as he pulls his head back into the apartment.

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"You gonna be calm about this?"

"What? I'm always calm."

"Bucky breaking his arm at baseball practice would disagree with that statement, Chick."

"Extenuating circumstances. He was crying!"

"And he was crying last night when I had to talk you out of calling in favors to take out a university student."

"Political office has to come with some perks. Why shouldn't I use them?"

"Because Congress can impeach you for misappropriating State Department resources, and I won't help you out of it."

"Didn't our marriage vows include for better or for worse?"

"Probably, but who knows? But back to my original point, keep your cool. We don't know what's going on between them."

"Right. I don't think I'm going to like this boy. He's too old for Bucky."

"He's twenty-six to Bucky's twenty-three. Our age gap is worse."

"Well, he still has a lot to explain."

"Sure. Would you get the good plates out of the china cabinet for me? Bucky will be here any minute."

"Yes, dear."

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"We're here!" Bucky motioned Buck in first. Buck's big blue eyes took in the entryway. The high ceilings and beautifully decorated rooms certainly looked different from his college apartment.

"In here!" Jack's voice rang out. A crash echoed from the kitchen alongside his father's voice cursing. God Bucky hopes Jack didn't let him do any of the cooking. Bucky's already dealing with heartbreak he doesn't want to deal with food poisoning as well.

"Follow me," Bucky tried for a smile, but judging by the pinching around Buck's eyes, it was more likely a grimace. "If you're worried about an ambush, they'll at least wait until you've eaten something."

"Right." Buck reaches a hand out for Bucky's. His thumb rubs over Bucky's knuckles. "Let's face the music then."

Bucky leads the other through the living room towards the kitchen. Buck's eyes jumping over the many childhood photos of Bucky decorating the walls, the same wild curls and equally wild smile greeting him in each one.

"Bucky!"

Bucky's dragged out of Buck's hold by his father's hug. Shocks tingle at the tips of his fingers. He might have been imagining it, but it felt like Buck's hand tried to reel in him back.

"And you must be Gale Cleven." Bucky's dad reached a hand out to shake his hand. Bucky watched his father squeeze Buck's hand. Buck's smile never dipped.

"Mr. Secretary, you have a lovely home."

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"So how did you two meet?" Chick asked as filled Jack's glass of wine alongside his own. Both Buck and Bucky had both chosen not to drink that night. Alcohol, as much as Bucky craved the release it gave him, probably wasn't the best idea for him tonight.

"Oh," Bucky cleared his throat. His food suddenly felt like sludge as it went down his throat.

This was fine. He'd prepared for this. He could play the lovesick kid tonight. Tomorrow, he'd confront Buck. He just had to make it through this dinner.

"At a coffee shop just off campus. Buck said I looked like a friend of his from Wisconsin. Said we shared the same name."

"That a fact?" Chick leveled Buck with an deep look. "And that's how the kids do it these days? Chance meetings in coffee shops?"

"Dad," Bucky groaned burying his face into his hands. "Please don't."

"What?" Chick nudged Jack who simply rolled his eyes at his husband's teasing. "Am I too embarrassing now? I thought I was a cool dad."

"Anyone who has to say they're a cool dad, ultimately is the lamest dad." Bucky laughed.

"I'll remember that next time you want a favor or special tickets to something." Chick threatened, but no one at the table truly believed him. His smile was too wide and happy when he looked at Bucky. Plus, Jack would testify that Chick had never denied Bucky anything since Bucky had come into his life.

"You're from Casper Wyoming, aren't you, Gale?" Chick turned his attention back to Buck. Bucky noticed that every time his dad called the other 'Gale,' his hands tightened around his utensils. "How'd you end up in DC?"

"School, sir. I'm a graduate student at Georgetown. Interplanetary physics." Gale took a sip of his water.

"Ever think about joining the Air Force?" Chick laid his knife down. "Degree like that could take you far. I knew a Major who studied the same thing once."

"No, sir." Buck's jaw clenched. "I respect those who serve, but I think I'm happy where I am."

"Chick," Jack laid a hand on Chick's forearm. "He's a retired Colonel, so you'll have to excuse him. Years at the State Department and somehow his allegiance is still to them."

"Not a problem." Buck's jaw finally unclenched. Bucky resisted the urge to reach for him. "Did you fly any of the big birds sir?"

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"Sorry about them," Bucky glanced back towards Buck. The other had fallen behind, eyes distant as if lost in thought. "Buck?"

"Sorry?" Buck's eyes met his own once more.

"Now who's distracted?" Bucky let the other catch up. He twisted his hand out of the way when Buck went to hold it. Reaching into his pocket, he withdrew his phone to check on the status of their ride. Buck's hand felt back to his side.

"Sorry about the interrogation back there. He's protective."

"It's alright, Bucky." Buck smiles. "He's not so scary. Not to me, and not when it comes to you. Besides, I'd go through a lot worse to stay with you."

The words, heartfelt and genuine, felt sickening to hear.

What about Curt? Would you do the same for him?

The question was once more on the tip of his tongue, the rage and heartbreak burning in his chest, but the sound of the car arriving kept him quiet. Buck let him in first with an overly exaggerated sweep of his arm. Bucky settled into his seat with a laugh as Buck climbed in after him.

"Oh," Buck glanced down at his phone. His fingers tapped over the screen, but Bucky couldn't see who was texting him. "It's Curt."

"Really?" Bucky glanced down at his own phone checking his messages. Nothing from Curt.

"Yeah, he wants to know if you wanna go out tonight?" Buck frowns. "I'll tell him no."

"You know what?" Bucky shoves his phone back into his pocket. What better way to see the pair interact? "Let's do it. Paint the town red, right Buck?"

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[dyne-osaur]

might be rambling this might mean nothing but omg has anyone thought about how a huge thing™ in dead boy detectives is how women were wronged ?? (and also not just women who were wronged but boys who were shitty assholes but in this essay i am focusing on how women were wronged) am i looking too much into it.. (this is prob not intentional and i am overthinking as per usual but like)

spoilers duh

also this got really long i apologize

so in episode 1 we meet crystal who is basically like the catalyst for everything happening right and this is kinda obvious but like the whole kinda happens because her toxic demon ex bf stole her memories (fuck you david) and like? that was a horrible thing to happen to her and he sucks boo >:( and also throughout the whole show she has to deal with his shittiness and whatnot

and also in episode 1 we obviously see becky aspen who is like a child (specifically a little girl) who was kidnapped by esther (who also only goes after girls like hello?) and about to be fed to her giant snake which like ?? hey now,,, and they have to go in and save her and i feel like it's kinda important esp with the last episode ("she killed hundreds of little girls to stay young; who gets justice for them?" or smth) like it's built on the backbone of women who were wronged

in episode 2 with the dandelion sprites we have niko who lost her dad and her mom wants her to just be better and the sprites literally like infected(?) her while she was trying to feel better or smth (prob a bit of a stretch ngl) so we don't rly see much of this in episode 2

in episode 3 the most obvious thing of all is that the devlin guy murdered his entire family (his wife and two daughters) because he was a bitch and hated that they wanted to leave him which like ?? okay fragile male ego (as crystal so eloquently puts it) like these girls felt haunted by him in life and even in death they were stuck in a loop getting killed by him over and over and over because of his fear they would leave them. he was controlling and abusive and a creep and in the end he killed them. (obviously this episode has other important themes like how charles' trauma is reflected in this and his emotional response to devlin and the horror of controlling/abusive family members but i feel like there's smth to be said with how women keep getting wronged in this show idk)

in episode 4 we get crystal who is still dealing with the effects of her lost memories and her desperation to find her mom (we all know how that turned out) and importantly we get the stuff in the gift shop (specifically lillith and ig the washer woman)

the washer woman is washing away the blood of humanity yadda yadda (she's a rly interesting character i love her) and like when she and crystal are left alone crystal is desperately trying to find how she can have her lost memories and past back and the washer woman gives her that riddle to help her smth smth (basically crystal's memories)

lillith is more introduced here as the goddess of wronged women (and blood magic) (this is self-explanatory i hope)

in episode 5 (this one i feel is also obvious) we get those charming-but-actually-really-shitty jocks who died because maren (brad's gf) murdered them because they were being really horrible. we get shelby who killed herself because they drugged her and ruined her entire life and her future and everything and even in death the boys (though i love them, this was a fault of theirs) were skeptical because the jocks were just so charming

and then we get maren who invites crystal over because of her fear that she would get caught when she was trying to protect herself and she made a(n albeit huge) mistake. brad sent her nudes to his bff richie and they never thought they were in the wrong like hello? i was like wtf but anyways they practically ruined the lives of these girls (maybe not maren because they never fully got out but they could've and either way she ended up turning herself in from her guilt and stuff)

(also note: crystal says "we all lost our lives to boys who went too far" and like.. a big thing™ from my perspective is also how men/boys go too far e.g. the schoolboys (edwin and charlies) and david (crystal) and also the jocks and devlin and later esther's husband and arguably the cat king (don't come at me i actually love him towards the end but for more info check out this post i love their take on him) etc. there's probably more i just can't think of them atm)

in this episode we also meet maxine for like a second(?) time (first being devlin murders in ep 3) where she obviously wronged jenny by stalking her and she doesn't see what's wrong with what she did when she literally tried to murder her, she stalked her, she's apparently done this MULTIPLE times (smth ab this happening "again" which ? oml) and jenny feels horrible about this because she put herself out there for once and she got hurt. and at the end of this episode we see them all hang out and of course david comes back because crystal can't catch a break but back to the topic jenny was almost killed by maxine who did a horrible thing to her

episode 6 we finally hear tragic mick's story. sedna was literally a girl who got sacrificed by her dad because he thought it would help. she was a woman wronged out of the many women wronged on this show and she became a goddess for her trauma yay?? but at the core of that backstory was sedna who was a woman wronged by her father. (and ofc tragic mick and how he became human POOR GUY)

we also have crystal who finally has a way to get david out of her head (did anyone notice it doesn't break till she says "i just wish i could be normal" or smth which is prob kinda why she lost her powers?) all of this has been culminating since the beginning and then later he comes back and he's taunting her and yelling at her for giving up "the one thing that made you special" (come on man :|) she does get her powers back later though yippie (and sees her badass ancestors)

and jenny who is still dealing with the trauma is obviously upset throughout the episode because yk maxine was crazy

episode 7 we have the boys in hell but to keep in theme we have crystal who feels horrible that charles won't let her help and she just goes out to get david to open a gate and jenny follows. jenny then gets violated as david literally possesses her and we get kinda the climax and then the resolution of david and crystal as she realizes her power and takes her memories back and buries him because he was a horrible horrible person to her (and also the comments he made were so creepy like "i want to get back inside you" "let me back in" WHAT THE HELL no way that wasn't intentionally creepy)

and then jenny (poor jenny) has to deal with the fact that she has now been possessed and has to deal with all this creepy shit like can homegirl catch a break goddamn (and speaking of jenny we see maxine on the stairs still clueless to what she did wrong MAXINE OPEN YOUR EYES)

crystal eats her memories

episode 8 she finds out she was a horrible person and her past was not as great as she thought it would be. she treated her friends and strangers badly and she wakes up and she feels horrid. and she thinks it will get better and she calls her mom and her parents did her dirty. they neglected her (didn't even REALIZE she was MISSING) and didn't do shit for her and she probably acted out for attention (in horrible ways i am in no way defending what she did btw but she can be a horrible person and changed as a person crystal they could never make me hate you) and she swallows the rest of her memories and finds out that she was not the person she wanted to be

in episode 8 we also find out esther's backstory. the big bad of it all and i think a huge point in the story is how at the core of it all was a woman who was wronged and turned horrible for it. her husband cheated on her and she killed him but then she couldn't get enough and just wow. just to me the fact that at the core of the story is a woman who was horribly treated and as a result turned into a horrible person (and kind of parallel to crystal who was horribly treated (by her parents and by david) and she finds she can still turn things around and be good) and esther is too far gone as she yk decides to continue being evil

in episode 8, the end of it all, we see that turning point where crystal goes into esther's head and summons lillith. the goddess of wronged women. we see her as crystal yells that esther has been tormenting girls, WRONGING WOMEN, for decades (centuries?). we see the rage in lillith's face as she turns her stare on esther for skewing the gift that lillith gave to a woman scorned. we see lillith drag esther out of the house screaming and AGH i love that so much idk

but yeah those are my thoughts on the amount of women i just saw wronged and this could all mean nothing and i could be very insane and crazy but ! whatever !

[strwbrryeyes]

can u do daichi and/or tsuki x tennis player! reader who plays singles (1v1 instead of doubles which is 2v2 lool)? hcs or fic would be fine :3 esp w a reader who hurt their wrist mid season n is rlly frustrated bcus they can’t play until next season unless their wrist gets better bcus that happened to me <//3 (i play anyway even if my wrist is shit bcus i love tennis; daichi would scold me so bad for it too <//3) thank uuuu, i think u mentioned exams (or finals idk the difference) in ur latest posts so i hope they went well!!!

𖦹°｡⋆ Wristache and heartache (daichi x reader)

⟡ cw: angst, reader has an injusry and feels hopeless, comfort, fluff, lmk if i missed anything

⟡ a/n: i dont know anything about tennis. im alos bad with titles.

Daichi Sawamura had always admired your dedication to tennis. As the captain of the Karasuno volleyball team, he understood the love and passion that athletes carried for their sport. Daichi also knew the importance of listening to your body, something you seemed to be struggling with ever since you badly injured your wrist.

The injury has been a big  setback and it was starting to take a toll on you. The season was in full swing, and you were supposed to be playing singles matches, something you were no doubt the best at. Yet here you were, on the sidelines, forced to sit out due to the sharp pain in your wrist. You couldn’t even try to step foot onto the court during games or team practice because your coach had made it clear: no matches until you were fully healed and cleared by the doctor and although this decision was the right one and a necessary one, it still left you feeling frustrated and heartbroken.

Despite the pain and coach’s orders, you couldn't stay away from the court for too long. Every day after school, you'd find yourself at the community center’s tennis courts, practicing your serves and forehands, wincing occasionally when the pain shot through your wrist. You knew it was risky, but tennis was your entire life and ticket to a scholarship for university. You couldn't afford to be away from it for possibly the rest of the season. However, your secret trips to the tennis court were short lived.

Daichi watched you from a distance one afternoon, his brows furrowing with concern. He had come to pick you up like he has been for the last few day, but seeing you push yourself despite your injury was beginning to worry him more than usual. He approached you slowly, hands in his pockets, trying to find the right words.

“[name],” Daichi calls out with a firm voice that had a hint of worry “we need to talk.”

You looked up, surprised to see him there. You hadn't expected him to come this early. "Hey, Daichi. Just give me a few more minutes. I need to work on my backhand." You said before turning back to throw a tennis ball into the air until Daichi took the tennis racket away from you.

Daichi shook his head, his expression stern. "No, we need to talk now. You're pushing yourself too hard. You need to rest."

You sighed, frustration bubbling up inside you. "I can't just sit around and do nothing, Daichi. Tennis means everything to me. If I don't practice, I'll lose all I’ve worked for these past three years!" you say as you snatch your racket back from him.

He walked over to you, taking the racket from your hand gently once again and setting it aside. "And what good is practicing if it only makes your injury worse? You won't be able to play at all if you don't let your wrist heal and then that’ll make you feel worse!”

"But what if I never get better? What if this is it for me?" Tears of frustration welled up in your eyes as you shout at Daichi.

Daichi's expression softened. He reached out, cupping your face in his hands. "You will get better but to do so, you have to be patient. I know it's hard and the last thing you want to do right now, but sometimes the best way to keep going is to take a step back and heal. I'm here for you, and I am sure your team is too. You don't have to go through this alone."

"I just miss it so much, Daichi. I feel so useless." You leaned into his touch, finding comfort in his words, allowing you to let a few tears roll down your face.

"You're not useless," he assured you, his thumbs brushing away your tears. "You're one of the strongest people I know. Strength isn't just about pushing through pain, it's also about knowing when to rest and take care of yourself."

You nodded, his words sinking in. "Okay," you whispered. "I'll try to rest more."

Daichi smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "That's my girl. And don't worry, I'll make sure you stay out of trouble."

You chuckled softly, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "I'm counting on you."

The following weeks were a test of your patience but as promised, Daichi kept a close eye on you, making sure you followed the doctor's orders and rested your wrist and the rest of your body, making sure you were fully relaxed and at ease. It wasn't easy, and there were days when you felt like giving up, but Daichi's support helped you stay strong the whole way through.

He'd often join you at the courts, not to practice but to keep you company as you watched your team practice while you were on the sidelines. He'd even bring his volleyball team along, turning your forced downtime into fun, supportive gatherings as everyone loved their captain’s sweet girlfriend. It wasn't the same as playing tennis with your team in the moment, but it reminded you that you had a strong support system no matter where you went, and that made you feel so much better about this tennis break.

Slowly but surely, your wrist began to heal and you started feeling better. The day you were finally cleared to play again was a moment of pure happiness, not just for you, but for everyone who had supported you through this slump and setback.

As you stepped onto the court for your first match back, you looked over to the sidelines where Daichi stood along with his own team, cheering you on with a proud smile. You knew you couldn't have made it through without him. 

And as the match started, all you could feel was happiness, determination, and most importantly, thankful for your loving boyfriend who was there for you every step of the way because without him, you aren’t sure you would have made it through these last few weeks.

With Daichi by your side, you can do anything.

[melodic-haze]

(🎀) do you think arlecchino would ever be try to be a brat? maybe by your suggestion she’d opt to try it out, but it’d be infinitely funnier if she was being one and it keeps pissing you off but she doesn’t even realize how bratty she’s being lmfao

I LAUGHED WHILE THINKING ABOUT THIS 😭😭😭 Cuz listen right. Listen to me. Her being a brat at your command would be all fun and all, but yk what's even more fun?

If she were TERRIBLE at being bratty intentionally, but when it's completely unintentional it essentially flows out of her

You tell Arlecchino to maybe try and be an infuriating little shit and she would SUCK at it. She just can't act anything less than completely and utterly devoted to you, her 'insults' falling flat and even going so far as to ask you what the point was in infuriating you when you were her greatest treasure, the person who holds her heart? Which isn't a bad thing, by god I love her, but like damn imagine having such a nice problem

But then when you've accepted that, she comes up here, absolutely annoyed and/or tired about something (most likely from Fatui work) and when you try to comfort her you just get a stone-cold dismissive reply back, saying she didn't have the time to deal and to just. Excuse her. Which what the Fuck????? YOU'RE RIGHT SHE DOESN'T EVEN REALISE IT EITHER 😭😭😭 YOU'RE JUST LEFT SITTING THERE, BAFFLED, LIKE WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED????

You get her into bed some way or other while she's in that mood and she actually Starts provoking you, saying that she had better things to do that this and that if you were going to fuck her then you may as well do it quick 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ which OHHHH BITCH you mean to Provoke Me❗️❗️❗️ Time to Punish Your Ass❗️❗️❗️❗️

The moment when you make it extremely torturous for her as an act of teaching her discipline, stuffing her with a strong vibrator and gagging her as you give her harsh slaps, is when she realises that Oh her words have been harsh on you she is SO SORRY??? But also she can't help but admit that you putting her in her place like this is. Really turning her on (not like she has to say anything IF she could when she's Practically Leaking)

Take the gag off her and she Might try to provoke you while she's in a more spikier mood and it actually works. All you need to do is show her Just how much she's pissing you off rn 🫶