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allyricas ¡ 3 days ago
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Steddie au where after Vecna and the upside down stuff is resolved, Steve and Eddie inadvertently become hunters.
Despite everything they went through, neither man can move on once they realize there's all sorts of monsters in the world. That people are being hurt and killed because of it.
It starts with a vengeful spirit that's harassing one of Steve's neighbors. He survives on adrenaline and luck, but manages to handle it.
Eddie just happens to stumble upon Steve digging up an old grave in the middle of the night. He implicitly trusts Steve, so he sticks around.
He's the one to set the decayed corpse on fire after Steve salts it and pours the gasoline. Eddie simply assumed there's a valid reason he just helped his friend desecrate a dead body.
Steve just grunts out "vengeful spirit." He explains this was his last ditch effort to get rid of the thing. It was terrorizing his sweet, elderly neighbor. She always makes him cookies and she's all alone, so he had to try to do something.
Steve jumps in before he even stopped to think about the fact that he knows nothing about spirits and the supernatural outside of the upside down. He had to visit the library which was only slightly helpful but it did give him the idea about salt. He figured burning Vecna worked, why not the bones of this evil ghostie.
Eddie takes this information remarkably well. It turns out he grew up hearing all sorts of stories about the paranormal from his Uncle Wayne. When Wayne was younger, he was a hunter and he told Eddie about the cases he'd worked over the years without warning him it was all true.
They head to Wayne and ask about it. He lets them in on the big secret: everything you think is a scary story or myth has some root in reality. You name it, it's probably real in some capacity and yes, people die because of it.
He explains he chose to quit hunting after he took in Eddie because "hunting is no way to raise a kid and I was going to take care of you the best I could."
Knowing the truth of what's out there, Steve and Eddie simply cannot go back to normal life. They train and learn as they go along but become damn good hunters. Wayne gives them his journal and tells them to call if they ever need help.
He is a goddamn fount of knowledge especially with obscure lore and mythology. He teaches Eddie and Steve everything he knows, despite his fear of them hunting. It's a lonely and dangerous job and he'd hoped Eddie would never get involved.
The problem is that none of the other people in their life understand why the guys are always on extended trips. Neither of them want their friends involved, so they skirt the truth. Robin would insist on helping, but she has college. The party is too young and has been through too much.
So they distance themselves. Lie to their loved ones and give up any notion of a traditional life. There's too much out there. One day maybe their friends will understand that this was for them. To keep them safe and help keep the world a little safer.
The secret only gets revealed when the supernatural comes to Hawkins once again. Joyce and Hopper buy an old house to restore and accidentally unleash something much worse than a vengeful spirit.
Cue Steve and Eddie showing up to save the day and having to explain that yeah, they've known about all of this stuff for years. And yes it's why they are always gone, why they are so secretive.
It's this case that finally makes them confront their feelings for one another. Steve nearly dies protecting Joyce. Both men have had close calls before. That's the life you live as a hunter but this one was too close. There's too much blood and Eddie thinks he's lost him.
He doesn't know whether to hit him for being careless or kiss him because, thank fuck, he's alive and grinning up at him with the crooked smile Eddie loves.
That he loves. Loves.
Oh. Oh.
Eddie kisses him, and it's messy and bloody and they're both crying. Joyce and Hopper are in the damn room, but who cares? Eddie is kissing his best friend, his partner, his apparent everything.
Steve just whispers to Eddie that it's about damn time.
They keep hunting, except they're together. They're also less reckless, less apt to throw their lives on the line just to solve a case. They let everyone else in the party in on the secret. Everyone is understandably upset at first, but accept it when they see how capable the men are.
Robin is just happy that Steve's finally telling her everything and agrees she would have tried to go too. She loves her career far too much to do what Steve and Eddie do. Even though she worries about them, she can see that they love hunting things and saving people.
The life of a hunter is never without its hardships. Things still go wrong occasionally, but now Steve and Eddie are also building a life together.
First they agree to stick to Hawkins and the surrounding area. Then it's only Hawkins. They settle down together, always keeping an eye out for things but let themselves rest.
Steve opens a bookstore that doubles as homebase for any hunting business. Eddie goes to college and majors in Folklore and Mythology. He eventually teaches classes for the local college.
As they get older, they do less hunting and more consulting for those who need it. It's well known in hunting circles to call Eddie and Steve Munson for information because they're the best around.
It's not the life either man imagined for themselves, but neither would want anything else. Hell, they've saved countless lives and that makes all the hard times worth it. It brought them together which means more than anything else in the world.
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lostlikesaebyeok ¡ 1 day ago
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Hi, this is my third request! I wanted to know if you could make a story where Sae-byeok (ISTP) and fem!reader (ENFP) are roommates who don't get along very well at first (although the reader has a crush on Sae-byeok, she is her ideal type). After a while they become friends, but that turns into something else when Sae-byeok comes home late from work and ends up seeing the reader touching herself (if you know what I mean lol). Weeks later they have a sleepover and watch "The Handmaiden" and then play a trivia game and Sae-byeok ends up confessing what she saw that day and the mood ends up heating up and they decide to relieve themselves. (if you can give me details I would appreciate it 🙏) genre: Smut, fluff, nsfw, friends to lovers thanks for reading! ❤️‍🩹
✧・゚: ✧・゚: 𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒂𝒆-𝒃𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒌 :・゚✧:・゚✧
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♡・゚₊ title: soft hands, heavy breath
♡・゚₊ pairing: kang sae-byeok x black lesbian!reader
♡・゚₊ au: roommates au / slice of life
♡・゚₊ genre: smut, fluff, friends to lovers, slow burn, soft angst
♡・゚₊ warnings: explicit sexual content (fingering, mutual masturbation, voyeurism), alcohol use, sexual tension, mentions of masturbation, emotionally distant behavior, roommates to lovers, light kink themes, soft dom!sae-byeok, soft praise, heavy eye contact, movie references, trivia flirting, unresolved sexual tension finally resolving
♡・゚₊ summary: you and sae-byeok never got along. she’s cold, blunt, and impossible to read. and you’re, well… you. bright, warm, and craving connection. but the more nights pass, the more shared glances grow electric. everything shifts the night she walks in on something she was never meant to see. weeks later, a shared bed, a muted movie, and a simple confession sets off a chain of heat, honesty, and want that neither of you can ignore.
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you sat on the couch, legs tucked under you, scrolling through your phone. the apartment was quiet tonight, too quiet. it was still too early for most people to be up, and you had a few hours before you needed to get to work. a perfect opportunity to relax in the space you shared with her, kang sae-byeok.
it had been a few months since you became roommates, and despite the constant proximity, things between you both were… awkward. no, awkward wasn't the right word. it was like walking on eggshells in your own home. every time you tried to make small talk, she was either grunting in response or offering a monosyllabic answer that barely held any warmth. not that she was rude, she just didn’t seem to care much about you.
and, okay, you could admit it.. you had a crush on her. it was undeniable, really. she was your ideal type: dark, mysterious, quiet, and, to be completely honest, you loved the way she looked in her oversized hoodies, all nonchalant as if the world didn’t matter. it drove you crazy.
you’d try to get close, but she didn’t seem interested. you weren't sure if she even knew how you felt or if it was just obvious to you and no one else. either way, you weren’t about to make it weird. you could handle her indifference. you’d always been the type to thrive in environments that required some patience, you just needed time. the sound of keys jingling pulled you from your thoughts. sae-byeok had just walked through the front door.
you glanced up at her, catching a glimpse of the familiar sight. the dark green hoodie that swallowed her frame, her messy hair, and the set of her jaw that made it clear she wasn’t in the mood to talk. your heart gave a little flutter, and you forced yourself to look back at your phone.
she tossed her bag onto the kitchen counter and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, not even sparing you a glance. it was almost like you weren’t even there. that was fine. you weren’t hurt by it.. not at all.
you cleared your throat, maybe a little too loudly. "how was your day?"
the question was basic, but you were hoping for a little more than the usual grunt.
she paused for a moment, long enough to make you feel like you’d said something offensive. then, with a shrug, she muttered, "fine."
it was always like this. short, uninterested responses. you weren’t sure if it was a personality thing or if she was just that way with you. honestly, you didn't know how to deal with it. your mind raced for something to say next, but you came up blank. instead, you just kept staring at her, hoping she'd say something else.
sae-byeok caught the look you were giving her and sighed, opening her water bottle. she walked past you without another word, and you couldn’t help but notice the small hint of frustration on her face. it was the same look she wore when something didn't go the way she wanted.
you bit your lip, trying to think of something to salvage the conversation, but before you could, she spoke again. "you got a problem?"
your stomach dropped a little. you hadn’t meant to make her feel uncomfortable, but your gaze had likely lingered longer than it should’ve.
"what?" you replied, trying to sound casual even though your heart was beating a little faster.
"you keep staring," she said, voice flat but tinged with annoyance. "it's… weird."
weird? you blinked, unsure whether you were about to laugh or die of embarrassment. your heart hammered in your chest as you stuttered, "i didn’t mean–i wasn’t–"
"just… stop," she said, waving a hand in your direction, as if dismissing the entire exchange. "i'm tired, okay? just leave me alone."
she disappeared into her room before you could respond. the door clicked shut softly behind her, leaving you standing there, your face flushed with embarrassment. great. just fucking great.
you sat there for a while, staring at the door to her room, thinking over everything. part of you was annoyed. because, well, she’d basically shut you down with one sentence. but another part of you couldn’t help but be drawn to the idea of figuring her out. why was she so distant? what was it that made her push people away?
you sighed, glancing at the clock. you still had a while before you needed to get ready for work, but right now, it felt like the minutes were dragging on forever. you picked up your phone again, aimlessly scrolling through it, not really paying attention to anything.
just as you were about to throw in the towel and start getting ready for the day, you heard the faintest sound of something thudding against the floor from her room. it wasn’t loud, but it was definitely a sound. curious, you stood up and made your way down the short hallway toward her door.
you didn’t knock. you’d learned that she didn’t appreciate that kind of thing. slowly, you pushed the door open just a crack. her room was dark, only lit by the soft glow of her computer screen. she was sitting at her desk, the chair spinning slightly as she leaned forward with her elbows on the table, eyes focused on the screen in front of her.
you didn’t say anything. you just stood there, watching her, unsure what you were doing. it was almost like you couldn’t help yourself, drawn to her presence despite her coldness toward you. after a few moments, sae-byeok finally noticed you standing there in the doorway. she didn’t look surprised. just resigned.
“you’re still here,” she said, her voice a little less harsh than it had been earlier.
“yeah,” you replied, trying to sound nonchalant, even though you felt the heat creeping up your neck. "just… thinking."
she nodded, then looked back at her screen, clearly uninterested in continuing the conversation. you stood there for a little while longer, staring at her back, wondering what she was thinking, what she was doing.
you weren’t sure what had drawn you to her in the first place. maybe it was her aloofness, or maybe it was the way she carried herself, like she didn’t care about anything. or maybe, deep down, you were just desperate for her to notice you. but right now, she didn’t. and for the time being, that was okay. you'd figure out a way to get past her walls… eventually.
you just had to be patient… maybe a little too patient.
and that’s when you realised: this was going to be harder than you’d thought.
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the change in the dynamic between you and sae was slow, creeping in through the cracks of shared routines and the occasional moment of silence that didn’t feel entirely hostile.
it might have started when you brought home two bubble teas instead of one, just in case she wanted one too? she said nothing when she saw it sitting on the counter, but the cup was empty by the next morning.
maybe it was when you started watching her favourite shows without knowing they were her favourites? until she lingered in the living room longer than usual, pretending she wasn’t paying attention even though her eyes kept flicking toward the screen.
or maybe it was the night you made too much pasta and mumbled something like, “you can have some if you want, i’m not gonna eat it all.”
she didn’t say thank you, but she did eat it. all of it.
there was still distance between you, but it had softened. like two people standing on opposite ends of the room who’d taken a few hesitant steps forward without meaning to. you still weren’t friends, not really, but there were moments.
small things.
like the time she surprised you by bringing home a bag of plantain chips just because she overheard you mention them once. or how she started letting you choose what music you listened to when you both happened to be making something in the kitchen at the same time.
she never smiled, but the corners of her mouth would twitch sometimes when you were being ridiculous, and that was enough to keep your heart racing for the rest of the day.
but she was still sae-byeok. guarded, untouchable, always keeping you at arm’s length.
and still, you wanted her. badly.
even when she barely looked at you, even when she brushed you off, even when she acted like you didn’t exist some days. especially then.
the night it happened, it was late.
you’d thought she wouldn’t be home for hours yet. her new job at the club had unpredictable hours, and she rarely texted to let you know when she’d be back. sometimes she came in around two in the morning, sometimes not until sunrise.
you were on your bed, wearing nothing but a worn t-shirt and your underwear, headphones half on, half off as soft music buzzed in your ear. your room was lit only by the orange glow of your bedside lamp. the air was warm, summer clinging stubbornly to the walls.
you’d had a few glasses of wine earlier, just enough to feel flushed, loose. and you were thinking about her again, like you always did when the house was quiet and you were alone.
she was too easy to imagine. the way her hoodie sleeves fell past her knuckles. the way her voice dropped when she was tired. the way her eyes lingered on you sometimes when she thought you weren’t looking.
your hand slid between your thighs before you even fully realized it. slow, lazy touches. your lips parted, breath catching in your throat.
you closed your eyes. you didn’t say her name out loud, yet. but she was there, in your mind, standing over you, hoodie off, eyes heavy with something darker than you’d ever seen in real life. the image of her, looming and quiet, hovering just out of reach, made you whimper softly.
you didn’t hear the front door open.
didn’t hear the soft shuffle of her boots being kicked off by the door.
you didn’t know that she was home.
and you definitely didn’t know she was standing just outside your door.
it had been cracked open an inch. maybe you forgot to close it all the way. maybe it had drifted open when you rolled onto your back earlier.
sae-byeok stood there frozen, breathing shallow, eyes locked onto the shape of you through that narrow sliver. your legs were bent, thighs spread. your hand was moving slowly under your underwear, your chest rising and falling.
and your face. god, the look on your face.
sae-byeok had seen a lot of things. she’d been through worse, hardened by survival and struggle, by things she never talked about. but she’d never seen you like this.
open, soft, and needy.
and worst of all, she knew. she knew you were thinking about her.
the way you bit your lip, the way your breath hitched when you whispered a soft, broken “please, sae-byeok..”
her mouth went dry. she should’ve walked away and turned around.
but she didn’t.
she stood there, rooted in place, staring through the gap in the door, heart hammering against her ribs. there was heat pooling low in her stomach, sharp and sudden, and it scared her a little.
you let out a soft moan, hand still working between your thighs, hips twitching slightly. she exhaled through her nose, chest tightening.
and then you gasped. high and breathy, your body going still, legs trembling. she had to leave. now.
before she did something she couldn’t take back. sae-byeok backed away from your door, silent as a shadow, her expression unreadable.
she walked to the kitchen, filled a glass with cold water, and drank it in one long swallow, her hand trembling slightly.
you had no idea she saw you.
and you wouldn’t know. not for a long time. but something had shifted. in her and in the air between you.
and no matter how hard she tried to ignore it, she wouldn’t be able to stop seeing that look on your face. wouldn’t be able to stop hearing those soft little sounds you made, desperate and sweet.
for her.
you still thought you were chasing her.
but now, for the first time, she was chasing you too.
and she hated how much she wanted to catch you.
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in a couple weeks it had easily become a habit, you creeping into sae-byeok’s room when the night was quiet and the apartment felt too big.
you didn’t talk about it. neither of you said this is okay now or i want you here. it just happened the way most things between you did. slowly, subtly, a drift rather than a declaration.
at first, it was excuses.
“the heater in my room’s busted again.”
“you have the better blanket.”
“i’m too lazy to walk back down the hall.”
now, you were just… there. limbs tangled under her sheets, your back to her chest, the scent of her hoodie tucked under your cheek.
and she let you.
sae-byeok, who flinched at touch and dodged affection like it was a threat, let you curl into her space like you belonged there. she still didn’t talk much, but her silence was warmer now.
you learned to read the small shifts in her. the way she looked at you a beat too long, the way she handed you your favourite snack without a word, the way she sometimes brushed your hand with hers when you both reached for the same controller.
you didn’t ask what any of it meant, but tonight felt different.
the tv was on, dim light flickering across both your faces. the handmaiden played quietly in the background, subtitles glowing white against shadowed skin.
you were lying side by side on her bed, both of you in oversized hoodies, legs brushing under the covers. you tried to keep your breathing steady, but every time sae-byeok shifted closer, your heart picked up.
you knew this film. you’d seen it too many times. every soft gasp, every glance between sook-hee and lady hideko, every rising note of tension, it was burned into your memory.
you peeked at sae-byeok from the corner of your eye. she was still watching, her expression unreadable, but her jaw was tense. when the scene turned intimate, and they started having sex, you swallowed hard, feeling your pulse flutter.
you wondered if she noticed. you didn’t realise you’d been holding your breath until the scene stopped and she finally reached for the remote, muting the tv.
the silence that followed was sharp and electric.
“it's a good movie,” you offered, voice a little hoarse.
she hummed in agreement, fingers drumming once against her thigh.
you turned on your side to face her. “trivia time?”
she nodded, grabbing her phone. this had become a regular thing too. playing trivia games in bed, loser owed the other a favor. you started easy. capitals, movie quotes, finish the lyric.
you were laughing more now, emboldened by wine and comfort and how soft her eyes looked in the blue light.
“okay,” you grinned. “my turn. loser has to answer any question.”
sae-byeok raised a brow. “any?”
“any,” you confirmed, wiggling your brows playfully. “truth or truth.”
“fine,” she said. “go.”
you fired off your question, quick and silly. she got it wrong on purpose, you knew she did. her smirk gave it away.
you sat up a little, hugging your pillow to your chest. “okay. my question…” you paused for dramatic effect. “what’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever seen me do?”
the air shifted and her eyes flicked up to yours. there was a pause, something unreadable crossed her face.
and then, softly:
“that night,” she said.
you blinked, confused. “what night?”
her gaze didn’t move.
“the one you thought you were alone.”
your body stilled.
“i came home early. your door was open.”
the silence roared in your ears. your face burned as the memory slammed into you. your hand under your underwear, breathy and desperate, thinking of her.
“oh my god,” you whispered. “you saw that?”
she nodded once.
you buried your face in your hands, groaning. “i want to die.”
she didn’t laugh.
“i almost told you,” she said. “but you looked… happy.”
you peeked at her through your fingers. “happy?”
her voice dropped a little. “you were saying my name.”
you froze.
“i was?”
she nodded again. “yeah. and after that, i couldn’t stop thinking about it.”
your mouth went dry and you sat up straighter, eyes wide. “why didn’t you say anything?”
she stared at you for a moment before replying, voice low. “because i didn’t know what i’d do if you said it again. on purpose.”
the room suddently felt small, and hot.
your breath caught as her hand found your thigh under the blanket. just a light touch, testing. but enough to make your skin buzz.
“say it again,” she whispered.
your heart pounded in your chest.
“sae-byeok,” you said.
this time, it wasn’t an accident. she moved before you could think. her mouth caught yours in a kiss that was rough with hesitation, teeth dragging your bottom lip, hand gripping your jaw.
you kissed her back, urgent, tugging her closer. her hands found your waist, pulling you onto her lap, your thighs straddling hers as her tongue slid against yours.
it was messy and breathless. hot with weeks of tension, of late nights in the same bed with no release.
you pulled back to breathe, your foreheads pressed together. “you’ve been thinking about it too?”
“every night,” she murmured, her hands slipping under your shirt. “thinking about how you looked, how you sounded.”
her fingers traced the curve of your waist, and you shivered.
“what do you want?” she asked, voice low, eyes searching yours.
“you,” you breathed. “i want you.”
she flipped you gently onto your back, kissing your neck, your collarbone, her hands everywhere at once. you tugged your hoodie off, and she stared for a second, eyes dark.
“fuck,” she muttered, like the sight of you was too much.
her mouth found your chest, tongue swirling, teeth grazing. you moaned, legs parting without thought, your hand finding hers and guiding it down. she touched you like she’d imagined it a thousand times. slow, precise, fingers sliding under your underwear, pressing just right.
you were already soaked. your hips bucked as she found your clit, her fingers circling in slow, perfect rhythm. you clung to her shirt, mouth open against her neck, panting.
“say my name again,” she murmured.
“sae-byeok,” you gasped.
her fingers dipped lower, pushing into you. you moaned loud, back arching.
“just like that,” she whispered, kissing your jaw. “you feel so good.”
you couldn’t think, and you couldn’t breathe.
her fingers curled, her thumb still teasing you, her mouth hot on your throat. you came like that. trembling under her, breath ragged, legs shaking.
she held you through it, kissing your temple, whispering things in korean you couldn’t understand but felt in your bones. when you came down, she was still watching you, her thumb brushing your hip.
“your turn,” you whispered, tugging her hand.
she let you pull her out of her hoodie, her shirt. she looked shy for a moment, like vulnerability was something she hadn’t chosen before.
you kissed her slow, took your time. you worshipped her the way she deserved. your hands steady, mouth soft, listening to every sound she made like it was a secret she didn’t mean to give away. she came with her head buried in your shoulder, your name falling from her lips like prayer.
after, you lay tangled together, sticky and breathless and entirely unashamed.
“so,” you whispered. “we’re more than friends now, right?”
she rolled her eyes, but she smiled. really smiled, before pressing her lips to your forehead.
“you’re mine now,” she murmured.
you curled into her chest, heart full.
“i’ve been yours,” you whispered.
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thank u for reading, angel ♡
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aramblingjay ¡ 7 hours ago
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my thoughts on tog 2 (SPOILERS AHEAD!)
overall: it was lovely to see these beloved characters back, they opened a lot of doors to explore in fanfic and i have no doubt the talented writers in this fandom will deliver, but the movie was too short and too packed with retcon lore drops
-can’t believe we waited so long just for that, i feel they missed that the characters were the beating emotional heart of the first movie and thought we wanted a mediocre action flick instead
-feeling very vindicated about my joe as fire, nicky as ice headcannon. it always seemed so clear to me that joe was angry at booker in a fast, explosive way but nicky is the one to be afraid of. the one who believes strongly in consequences for actions and atoning for crimes and would accept his own sadness at booker’s exile as a kind of necessity rather than do anything to break the terms of booker’s punishment. ofc it’s joe, the big softie, who would break first. my favorite bit of character work in the whole movie pretty much
-where was joe and nicky’s discussion about all this?!!! joe lied to him! nicky caught him in it pretty quickly but joe lied! i want to watch them have a mature, emotional conversation about it the way only two people who have known each other for 900 years can. i wanted conflict and resolution, not just one (no matter how beautiful) scene of nicky declaring his love for joe and Head Bonk TM
-i did really enjoy nicky’s simple but no less beautiful than joe’s Van Speech declaration of his love. and the Head Bonk. oh, the poems i could write about the Head Bonk
-what happened to nile?!!! she was the beating heart of the first movie and she was just. there in this one. they did her so dirty, she was a weapon more than a person
-all the lore retcon and random exposition was wild and unnecessary. one of the things i loved about the first movie is how consistently and interestingly they painted the world. the dreams were fascinating and added world building insight in a thoughtful way. now there’s tuah and discord and nobody dreamed of them?! andy kept tuah a secret ALL these years from the closest people to her in the world?! nile and discord have some birthmark that makes her a destroyer?! there was potential to do something interesting with quynh being back and they ruined it. what is this
-i loved the ending scene with andy and quynh. gorgeous. beautiful. soft. my immortal wives. the rest of it… there was not enough time and weight given to the emotional significance of that reunion, the complicated conversations they would need to have, the fact that joe and nicky also lost quynh and just got her back… none of it. i have read fanfics that did it so well and brought me to tears and in the movie i was just sort of. bored
-booker. booker booker booker. killing off a suicidal character in a self-sacrificial way and claiming that’s a good ending. seen that one before. didn’t like it this time either. made all the worse because there was no reconciliation between booker and the boys, barely a conversation even. and he didn’t have to die there, so it was just a stupid suicidal sacrifice rather than a meaningful one. wtf
-the ending was stupid. what a waste of 1hr 45mins just to resolve nothing and set up a sequel we probably won’t get. just. UGH. remember when movies actually had a completed coherent arc and plot and not everything was a desperate corporate cash grab?
-i did not want more of the movie necessarily but also it was too short. nothing happened. another 30 mins of runtime and maybe we could’ve seen some actual conversations, more team as family moments, more tension instead of action with no real stakes or drama, more character development. instead we got this
however, i can’t wait for fandom to get their hands on the bones of this movie and fix it in ways that will bring me to tears
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stxrsfxte ¡ 1 year ago
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Lorelei & Senta being estranged best friends makes me ✨ unhinged ✨ when I think about them too long
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quietwingsinthesky ¡ 4 months ago
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Do you think jacob could handle it if evie met immortal!ezio or do you think he'd just immediately start trying to fistfight ezio out of jealousy
NO NO IVE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS and here's the thing here's the thing. the thing is. it's all well and good to have a crush on ezio when he's this famous assassin of the past who reformed the brotherhood and did all this stuff and was notably hot. and then it's a whole other thing for evie to have to actually meet him and realize Oh God He Acts Like Jacob. which, like, granted, okay, ezio does act less like that as he gets older because with age comes wisdom and all, but he and jacob are very much still two himbos of a kind, and i think evie would be having the worst-best day of her life about it.
which makes it even funnier to me if jacob gets jealous of him. because suddenly not only is ezio some dead brotherhood mentor evie has a crush on, he's alive and he's a little like jacob but calmer, and wiser, and smoother, and evie likes him, maybe even more than she did as a fantasy she had in her head, which means there must be alarm bells going off in jacob's head about evie replacing him with The Better Version Of Him. (she would not. but jacob has issues. and evie is mean <3 she would not help him out if she thought he was just being petty and jealous rather than actually insecure.)
#......sorry spaced out like halfway through this because my brain went 'revelations!ezio & jacob and evie' and. well. you understand.#there's a lot of parallels between jacob and ezio actually. not just that they're both <3 bless <3 a little thick#but you know. the younger brother. the expectations of a dead father that they'll never really know what he wanted of them since#he died before that could really be resolved. reckless with youth and determined to change things. easily bullied by hot women.#..........which i think is a long-winded way of me just reiterating that. revelations!ezio. and jacob. they should. you know. you know.#someone needs to top that man and ezio has the experience to do it#im always bouncing back and forth on ezio's age in immortal au stuff. physical age i mean.#since i like to give it some sort of canon adjacent reason for him to be immortal. and there's many options.#but there is something about like. revelations ezio being the version of him that he stops at.#like he tells himself he's done. he hangs up the work. and then slowly he starts to realize he's not getting older.#idk. sticks with me. also because i have like. there's this solid idea in my brain that in any immortal au altair and ezio have A Thing#going on. not a romance not an affair but like. A Thing. and there's something to the visual of revelations!ezio & altair who will always b#like 300 years older than him. but will always look like he does in ac1. like 30-ish years younger.#immortal physical age versus their actual age shenanigans is fun for me.#and definitely *not* just me trying to justify revelations!ezio being his appearance because he's hot. shut up. its not. its thematic.#assassin's creed#ask#...............HOWEVER. much to be said for an ezio who does *not* look that much physically older than jacob or evie but *is*.#i think that specific version of ezio would be even worse for jacob actually because at least with revelations!ezio he can tell himself#'well >:( he's too old for evie anyway. she won't like him' (<- incorrect let her fuck the dilf) but like. ac2 ezio. jacob is going to have#so many problems. and these problems will inevitably morph from jealousy about evie's attention into angry barely repressed gay thoughts <3#obviously <3
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theorist-fox ¡ 8 months ago
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Can I interest you in some silly sex with Simon? 🧎🏻‍♀️‍➡️
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CW: nothing really. Just silly sex. Just giggling sex. Just I-need-to-give-this-man-some-humanity sex. Simon is ticklish and you find out, that's the plot.
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You look delectable straddling his hips.
Naked and soft, plump tits sitting prettily in his hands. His thumbs swipe idly around your perked nipples as you ride him slowly, early morning sun peeking through the curtains and lapping at your skin. What a way to wake up, what a sight.
He stares at your lips and how they part for him—something he still has to get used to, though he probably never truly will. How dulcet does his name sound if it’s your voice whispering it, how beautiful your eyes when they take in his face.
Soft hands are pressed on his chest for leverage, and you’re treating him with a view he keeps pinned to the forefront of his brain—gliding your cunt until you’re chock-full of him, stroking yourself until you’re shivering.
He likes it when he’s on top, sure. He’s used to taking the lead and orchestrating every detail, in and out of the job. 
But when you allow him to sit back and take it? Hell, sign him up. He’d do it every day. Especially when it’s this lazy sex here, in which you’re canting your hips to cum before he does, giving him the blissful chance of feeling you clench around him when he's still hard. 
Goosebumps rise under your nails as they graze down his chest and brush his stomach. Your hands wander blindly on his belly, then his sides, as you clock his eyes with your heavy ones, panting softly, idly—my beautiful, beautiful girl.
But then you inadvertently brush his ribs, and he stiffens—even squirms, and your movements come to a halt.
You blink as conscience returns to you slowly, and the room sinks into tense silence. His cock twitches inside of you when you tilt your head inquisitively, squinting your eyes.
Experimentally, you brush your fingertips against his ribs again, and his biceps flatten to his sides, trapping your hands.
Your eyes widen, and his do the same.
“Don’t.”
You gasp, “Oh my God.”
“Darling, no.” He warns, but you’ve clearly made up your mind already.
Your lips are curled in a smile that promises mischief, and he can only give up, sit back, and count his losses.
“Darling, yes.”
Simon feels your fingers wiggle under the tight press of his arms, but no matter his strength, they're seemingly useless against that playful resolve you're displaying.
His cock is still embarrassingly hard inside you, and Simon reckons it won't soften any time soon. You don’t seem eager to get off him either, thus prolonging the torture with each tiny movement you make.
He inhales sharply and fights tooth and nail to school his expression into neutrality. His eyes are narrowed, and his jaw is locked tight. The only thing giving him away is the flush of his cheeks, getting pinker by the second because he refuses to open his mouth to breathe a much-needed lungful of air. Knowing that if he would, he'd bark a laugh that would proclaim you as the winner of this fight.
He would never.
You roll your hips, then—cheap trick. He unravels with a shaky breath, and his biceps give out enough for you to slip your hands away.
And then, he knows he's done for.
“Cut it out.” He barks, trying to sound stern and miserably failing. He knows because you're laughing even harder.
Your fingers feel like tiny bugs crawling up his sides, and they make his breath catch in his throat.
“Never.” You say, with a grin that scrunches your nose. A smile that would normally make his heart throb, but right now just makes him wish he were a lesser man so he could throttle you.
“Fuckin’-“
You chuckle.
You evil little cunt.
Resistance lasts a few more seconds before he bursts.
It’s not a full laugh that leaves him; more of a wheeze that makes you chortle like a wicked witch. His chest heaves as your fingers frantically tickle his sides. Tries to get you off him by shaking his hips, but that only makes the two of you falter and moan, and then chuckle and catch your breaths.
His shoulders shake in a breathless, choking laugh that pitches upward as you continue with your assault (yes, assault—he is not being dramatic), eyes veiled with tears of frustration and mirth. He shrieks when your hands travel under his armpits—the sound makes you giggle in a way that would have him melt. 
“That laugh’s lovely, baby.” You say with a smarmy grin he wishes he could wipe with a kiss, hands unrelenting against his sides. “Sound like a kettle whistling.”
He tries to glower and push you off, but you’re surprisingly strong when you’re focused. Right now, your only goal is to apparently make him hate you—he'd rather be held at gunpoint than being forced to hold in a laugh that makes his stomach hurt.
Simon now looks shockingly harmless, with his cheeks flushed bright red and his voice an octave too high—wouldn't look dangerous if he tried.
“Tea ready, yet?” You add, batting your lashes, because why not rub salt into the already embarrassing wound marring his pride.
It’s that unfathomably stupid joke that finally makes Simon crack. He barks out a laugh that bubbles up his throat, rippling through his stomach so suddenly that you bounce above him. Your own laugh follows soon after, because each time you manage to steal one from him, your heart vibrates with loving triumph.
But still—he is Simon Riley, isn’t he? Member of Task Force 141. Lieutenant in the UK Special Forces, SAS. The Ghost. There is some pride in there, one he'd like to keep intact.
He tries to recollect his breath, sniffling, and his arms shoot out to wrap around your waist. He rolls onto his side, taking you with him.
It’s then that you find yourself in a position of utter disadvantage, on your back with your big brute of a boyfriend holding you down. You’re wide-eyed and still smiling with barely contained giggles, and he’d be lying if he said it doesn't make his heart soar.
Sure, he’s panting, still proper flushed and apple-cheeked, with shivers wrecking his spine and unshed tears in his eyes—but he takes great pride in having won yet another fight (again, not overreacting at all, if you ask him).
He grabs your wrists and pins them above your head.
You fix him with a look. “Simon, no.”
Before you can add more to your complaint, he rams his cock into you until your chest stutters, your lips mouthing around a shaky breath he drinks dry with a wet kiss.
He fucks you into the mattress, then—once, twice, until the remnants of laughter vanish from your face and you’re trembling in bliss, eyes rolled back under heavy eyelids.
He places a sloppy kiss down to your collarbone.
“Simon, yes.”
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ridiculouslyunintelligent ¡ 1 month ago
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hot take: the problem with doctor who is NOT that they brought billie piper back, it is NOT that ncuti left early, it is NOT that 15 never faced a dalek or a cyberman, and it is CERTAINLY NOT that it’s ’too woke’
the problem with doctor who is that they have forgotten how to engage an audience without utterly confusing them. if i were a writer, this is what i’d change:
1. i would lower the stakes
my biggest issue with dw in recent years is that the stakes are always SO high - it’s always ‘we need to sort this out or else the ENTIRE UNIVERSE WILL END. this rarely happened at the start of nuwho. of course, there were instances where galaxies and universes were at stake, but there were also plenty of instances where the doctor solves issues to A. save his own skin, B. save his friends, and C. to save smaller populations of people and/or generally do what is morally right.
prime example is in new earth. the world isn’t really at stake, he has a couple of objectives: get cassandra to piss off, free the test subjects, stop the infections from spreading. he doesn’t spend the hour worrying that if he doesn’t help then the world will end, he sees a problem that’s morally corrupt and he solves it for the sake of that group. the payoff is just as good, and actually IMPROVES the payoff for episodes where a bit more is at stake, like the poison sky, for example.
2. i would stop plots from spilling over across seasons
i’d like to remind everyone that, although there were things that kind of linked into each other and were mentioned again, generally for the first 4 seasons of (new) doctor who, an overarching issue was built up, climaxed, and resolved throughout a single season. for example: bad wolf in s1. this has gotten worse and worse over time but has honestly been a problem since rtd1 ended, and for some reason when he came back it got WORSE than it’s ever been!!! there’s just way too much overspill across seasons, things even span accross different doctors more recently which is just too much at times. when it’s little things it doesn’t matter, but it’s not. again, this has been an issue before this finale, but this finale is a good example since there were a hundred and one loose ends before he regenerated. when nuwho began, they literally stated each regen would be treated as a soft reboot and their neglect of that has been a downfall.
3. i’d make doctor who dirty and grungy again
it’s too clean futuristic ultra modern sci-fi these days. the tardis doesn’t look like he stole it. what happened to those fun tardis scenes where the entire thing would shake as it took off and landed? why is everything so light and clean? it should be dim and cozy and imperfect.
4. i’d make the companions’ family members more prominent and interesting characters again
doesn’t take much explaining, really. picture jackie tyler, now picture carla sunday. who has a stronger presence and personality in your head and why is it jackie tyler? (there’s bound to be someone who disagrees and that’s fine but i don’t rlly want to hear about it tbh)
5. i’d re-inject some british whimsy
please don’t mistake this as me saying doctor who ‘isn’t british’ or something weird and gammon-y like that, i love when dw explores different cultures, the story and the engine was one of my highlights last season, i just mean like - let him save the world with a jammy dodger again. let him be brought back to life by a good cup of tea. it makes it enjoyable.
there are lots of things, but those are my main ones.
EDIT: thank you to everyone who has weighed in on this - i’ve found it really interesting to see everyone’s perspectives on this because honestly i could talk for king and country about it, but also i just wanted to say that it makes me kind of sad that one of my only negative posts about doctor who is my most popular post :( if you’re reading this, it’s your sign to do something positive today, if i can help to make just one person’s day better then that’s a win to me :)
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everythingspokenfor ¡ 3 months ago
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"I have never seen an actual dick before," you blurt out, mouth full of popcorn as you watched Bakugou work on repairing his gauntlet, he stops, turning to look at you, bewildered.
"I didn't really need to know that." He deadpanned, turning back to his work station, tip of his ears taking on a rosy hue.
"No, listen, like I know you haven't seen a pussy either," You stopped abruptly, watching as his head snap towards you for the second time, palms gripping the screwdriver tight.
"The fuck is wrong with you," he sighed out, giving up fixing his gauntlet, instead getting up to grab a drink, you scramble, tossing the popcorn bowl onto the side table, before hopping behind him.
"Nothing is wrong with me," you state, pressing a hand against your chest you stand in front of him, "I am just curious, and I know you are too." You fold your arms, eyes challenging his.
"No."
"I didn't even say anything yet."
"I know what is cooking in your head." He points an accusatory finger, side-eyeing you, "and the answer to that is no." He knew exactly what you intend to say, but he has no intention taking part in any of your fantasies.
"But, this is like mutual benefit," you instigated, placing both your hands on your hips, "Like I get to see what I want and you get to see what yo-"
"When did I say I want to see your pussy?"
"Bitch, I know you want to," You counteracted, chest heaving slightly as you tried to convince him, breaking him is difficult, for some even impossible but you can, with the right approach you can make him do anything.
"Think about it, Suki." You lower your voice a little, eyes lowered before you slowly lifted them, catching his eyes, you notice the hitch in his breath, notice his eyes darting down at your lips before your eyes again, "I wanted to do this with you, only you."
He swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and then down, you know his resolve is about to break.
"Once, then we never talk about it."
Your eyes lit up, hands already moving to untie the strings of your sweats.
"Woah! Slow the fuck down, I didn't say now!" He groans, instantly averting his eyes and turning away slightly.
"Why not?"
He groans, hands placed on his face, as he turned a deeper shade of red."I have to clean up." He mumbled, voice barely above a whisper.
"What do you mean? Do you have to.... wash it or something?" You tilt your head.
"The fuck! It's washed." He juts, arms crossing again as he tried to convince you about his hygiene, not that you needed it, you knew what a clean freak he was.
"Then what is it, Suki."
"I have to shave." He breaths out, you look at him bewildered. He watches as you finally register his words, stupid grin returning on your face.
"I don't mind it fuzzy, peaches." You scratch your chin, before eyeing him up and down.
Bakugou glares at you, steam flaring his nostrils, before he launches at you, hands coming to grab your waist as gently smacked you with a nearby pillow.
"Okay! Okay, we don't have to do it now." You yielded, hands coming to shield your face. Both of you are breathless, chests heaving as you take in your position, your legs a spread enough to accommodate him between your legs, he is sitting on his heels, palms on your thighs, you twitch slightly, heat rising in your belly.
You moved forward, rising to your elbows, "We don't have to take our pants off, Mr. Dynamight, but-" you sit up, pulling his face towards you, "but, there are others things we can share." You hand glides down, resting on his tits pecs.
He flexes them subconsciously, "you have already seen me shirtless before."
"It's only fair, I take my shirt off then." You squirm a little, pulling your shirt from underneath you, you lift it high enough so that the hem of the shirt is tucked underneath your chin, bare breasts exposed to the cold air of the room and to him.
You watch him visible swallow, his pupils dilating as he takes in the sight of your hardening nipples, "Can I touch you?" His voice, barely above a whisper, hands gripping the carpet beside your waist, you pretend to think for a moment, eyes narrowing at him, "That is, if you want it." He stutters, backing up slightly, ensuring you wouldn't feel uncomfortable despite this being your idea.
You spread your legs wider, before locking them around his waist, "You can touch, Suki." You mutter, dainty fingers coming to scratch the back of his head, pulling him closer.
He balances himself on one hand above you, other hand coming to palm your breast, he holds first, unaware of what to do and quiet honestly enjoying the weight of it in his hand.
You let out a sigh, placing your hand on your other breast, "You can squeeze it, gently," you flex your fingers, the fat bulging between your digits, Bakugou copies it, eyes locked as if he is in a trance.
You move your hand slightly, slowly twisting your nipple, fingers pinching and tugging at your bud, Bakugou follows that too, thick fingers flicking at your nipples, rolling it between his thumb and index finger.
You bite your lips, contemplating, before your blurt out, "You can suckle on it too." Your free hand deviating back to his head, gently nudging his head towards your chest.
His eyes become droopy, breathing heavily, he brings his face closer, slightly chapped lips encircling your nipple. It's experimental first, as he tries to feel what it's like, before he pulls away taking a deep breath and diving back in.
He stays attached to your breast for what feels like eternity, his cheeks smeared with his spit, the same dripping between your boobs. He pulls back, feeling light headed, as he glances down at your figure once more. "That was..." His words drifted away, throat drying as he tried to form a sentence.
"Insightful." You smirked lazily, moist panties sticking to your cunt, "next time I am going to explore your tits." You words make him blush harder, ever present redness of his cheek darkening.
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baeshijima ¡ 11 months ago
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thoughts on being engaged to duke!sunday, the head of the oak family, an incredibly influential figurehead within society, the close subordinate of emperor gopher wood who brought him and his sister in and raised him like his own, and the villain who faces a tragic ending in a novel you recently finished — the very same one you just so happen to find yourself transmigrated into. he is as cunning as he is blinded, a trait which brought ruin to many in the empire, and one which ultimately brought ruin to himself at the hands of the protagonists.
as luck would have it, you became a barely mentioned side character from a marquis family, whose role was to be the villain's wife stuck in a one-sided love who, too, would get caught up in the tragedy alongside him. however, now that it's you who is stuck in this position, you're determined to try any means necessary to deter him from going down that path, all in an effort to escape your predestined doomed fate!
of course, you didn't expect it to be easy. the day of your arrival in this world was already the night before your wedding, so you had little time to prepare yourself for the nonchalance of your supposed family, how they viewed you as but a means — a tool — to boost their influence and prosperity, the dismissive mannerisms of the household servants, and the absolute beauty of a man you will be married to.
(seriously. the novel descriptions did not do him justice. he was like... like... like he was handcrafted by god himself! and not to mention his sister, robin, was the very epitome of an angel! perhaps you're destined to perish by the god-tier visuals instead...)
to say the least, the wedding ceremony went by quickly. safe to say you didn't spend the night; he was cordial and gentlemanly upon letting you know that he won't do anything until you're ready, that you can take this relationship slow, but somehow you ended up feeling a tad insulted. like, who leaves their newly wedded alone in a big cold bed as they walk out on their own? a sick bastard that's who!
well, whatever. it's not like you need nor want to consummate with him! besides, you have bigger things to worry about — things such as your impending death. and, of course, the only way to stop sunday that you can imagine working is by chipping away at his resolve bit by bit, and opening his eyes to reality.
he is a tragic character, one who cares more about the well-being of penacony and its people than anyone else, but was manipulated into getting his hands dirty in the emperor's stead. you knew this. you sobbed over his story, cursed out the protagonists, and even fought internet randos on novel forums about sunday's motivation and how,
no, he is not just a stupid villain. he is a complex character with flaws and humanity and was cruelly taken advantage of by someone he considered family. he was deceived through the suffering the emperor wanted him to see to make him easily manipulated, creating a rift between him and robin to have that prominent separation. you know what? maybe you're just a !%#@ who can't even #@?"% read properly!
and yet you still find yourself at a loss when faced with the walls he has in place. your initial efforts went as well as it possibly could have; you trying to earnestly help him, while he "kindly" dismisses your offers! well, "kindly" being more condescending since you could read between the lines of his mannerisms and amiable demeanour, but that's fine! you expected this! that just means you have to double down on your sincerity, get through to his heart (somehow), and help him realise humanity isn't as weak as he's led to believe!
you have three years until the novel's plot officially starts, and another year after that until your demise. that's plenty of time to get him to warm up to you!
it was easier said than done, but after your valiant effort and abundance of time put into this relationship, which admittedly you could do with some of that lost time back, you could give yourself a pat on the back with the progress you made! while you definitely could have done without a lot of the headaches, it's safe to say sunday has significantly warmed up to you in comparison to your wedding day. he now willingly eats all his meals with you with some real conversation, takes garden strolls with you in the early evenings, invites you out for dinner at a restaurant at least four times a week, hell he's even joked and laughed with you more frequently! but most importantly, he has begun asking for your opinion before finalising any decisions he is required to make. and he actually listens and considers your side! now, that certainly is the best outcome you could hope for after all this time, and it most definitely will help in your endeavour to save you both from the protagonists!
however, you've noticed he's been more... affectionate? well, at the very least he now willingly holds your hand when in private (not just in moments when you're in the public eye and he has to make sure the family's reputation is spotless), sometimes he will hug you out of the blue ("i just need to... recharge. you have a way of calming me down. i hope you don't mind." ...how could you say no to his supreme god-tier face card? that's just a losing battle you won't even bother fighting against.), oftentimes he opts to just gaze wordlessly at you (robin had mentioned over one of your tea times how it almost appears as though there is no one but you in the world when sunday gazes at you with, in her words, "the eyes of a man so deeply in love!" ...whatever that's supposed to mean...), but a more recent development has been his sudden interest in kissing you; well, more specifically giving you a kiss to the back of your hand or on your forehead — certainly not anywhere near the lips! (besides, he's probably just gotten comfortable with you, enough where he can freely act without judgement. nothing more, nothing less.)
well, either way, development is development! soon enough, the time for the main plot to start has arrived. it of course follows what you remember, from the organised balls to the protagonists meeting to the political aspects of it all. the only difference is sunday's less active involvement in all the schemes and the emperor's ploy. rather, he seems more focused on you and the future of your marriage and even displayed a sudden interest in your practically non-existent relationship with one of the foreign diplomats, aventurine— wait...
"[name]," he calls your name out so sweetly you nearly disregarded it as someone else he was talking to. well, perhaps you would have done had he not suddenly appeared before you, a tight-lipped smile tugging the corners of his lips as he steadily approaches you.
oh. he doesn't seem very happy, if his tense figure is anything to go by. you wonder if one of the nobles grated his nerves a little too much this time?
sunday comes to a halt a step away from you. "i don't like that... gambler being so close to you. it... it brings me a rather unpleasant feeling." there's a slight, trembling pause. not a moment later does he close the gap between you, one knee on the ground as he matches your seated height on the fountain rim, your hands gently enclosed in both of his.
you idly wonder if this is what robin meant by the so-called "eyes of a man so deeply in love" she constantly gushed about, for the way in which he gazes up at you is enough to render you breathless.
"tell me, [name]," he begins once more. there is an underlying desperation woven within his tone, one which has your head spinning and heart thumping wildly as his trembling gaze holds you in place. "tell me, what am i to do with this fervent love and overwhelming adoration i hold for you?"
oh.
...oh.
perhaps your impending doom should be the least of your concerns when you now find yourself in the arms of a clingy husband...
(though, it's safe to say you did, in fact, manage to prevent him from succumbing to his tragic fate! you just gained a loving, yet slight slightly emotionally challenged husband along the way.
well, you can help him work through it; you have the rest of your lives now to figure it out, after all.)
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homeofthelonelywriter ¡ 3 months ago
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“I’m starting to worry, Cap.” Price and you both stood in the common room kitchen and watched as Simon brewed his umpteenth coffee of the day. Something which was alarming in of its own. But the fact that the Brit refused to even touch coffee unless he was seriously tired, added to the worry that was brewing in your guts. But the captain seemed less worried. “It’s Simon. He’ll be alright.” With those, words, he left the room, probably going back to his office to take care of some paperwork. Seemingly the only thing any of you had been doing ever since you got back from the last mission.
A few hours later, you approached Soap, worry etched onto your face. “He hasn’t slept for days. We have to do something.” Soap, who barely looked up from whatever file he was working on, shrugged. “He does that sometimes. You’ll get used to it.” With a deep sigh, you turned to look at Simon, who was staring at the same page, he had been looking at for the last twenty minutes.
Gaz was your last hope. He had to be at least a little bit worried. But no. “Hey, do you have any idea what we can do about Ghost?” He too just shrugged, glancing at his lieutenant. “At some point, he’ll just collapse and sleep it off. Don’t worry.” You groaned in frustration after he left. How could they all be so nonchalant about this. Yes, of course, you knew that Simon struggled with insomnia. It’s something he told you when he first opened up to you after he had found you wandering around after you had a nightmare and couldn’t go back to sleep. But you had never seen it get so bad.
You spent the whole day, trying to think of something you could do until you remembered something someone close to you had said. Nervous, but determined, you quickly searched for Simon, finding him in the common room with the others. He looked terrible, which only strengthened your resolve, but did nothing against the nerves bubbling in your gut.
Without a word, you grabbed his hand and dragged him to his room. He barely put up a fight, only once asking what you were doing, but quickly relenting when you told him to just trust you. Once inside his room, you quickly laid down on his bed and pulled him on top of you, gently cradling him against your chest. “Sleep, I’ll be right here when you wake up, okay?” At first, he was stiff as a board, but slowly he relaxed, even cuddled into you, wrapping his own arms around your waist as his head rested against your chest. And before you knew it, he was asleep, softly snoring. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, gently letting your fingers scratch his scalp.
What you didn’t expect, was for this to become a regular occurrence. “The only way I can fall asleep now, love”, or something like that.
Alternative Ending:
Pissed off at everyones disregard, you decided to take it into your own hands and within a few hours you had everything you needed. That night, as everyone sat in the common room, watching some cheesy movie Soap had picked out, you asked the boys if they wanted a drink, and all of them said yes, even if you only cared if Simon said yes. So, you disappeared into the kitchen and fixed everyone their favorites, adding a little surprise to Simon’s.
Back in the common room, you handed everyone their glasses, before you plopped down next to your victim target. After watching him sip the amber-colored liquid for a few minutes, you fully turned to him. “Are you enjoying your drink?” His hand, which was just pulling the glass away from his lips again, halted as he glanced at you, confusion and suspicion in his eyes. Silence filled the space between the two of you for a few moments before he cleared his throat. “Have you poisoned me?”
You chuckled dryly, dismissively waving your hands. “Don’t be so dramatic. It’s just a mild sedative, enjoy your rest.” Just in time, his eyelids started to droop and you quickly took the glass from him, placing it on the couch table. A moment later, he slowly fell towards you and you caught him, gently laying him down on the couch. After you made sure he looked comfortable and tugged a blanket in around him, you turned back to the TV, now noticing that the other three were staring at you with wide eyes.
“What? None of you wanted to help me. And don’t think I won’t do the same to you lot if you go around not sleeping for days, you hear me?” Gaz and Price immediately raised their hands and nodded obediently. Soap, on the other hand, started cackling, until you shushed him.
After the movie was over, you sent the boys to their rooms, while you stayed sitting on the floor next to the couch, keeping watch over the sleeping Simon. The sun was starting to rise when his eyes blinked open and you smiled softly. “Hey there.” He frowned. “You drugged me.” You shrugged, reaching out to push strands of his hair out of his eyes. “Had to. Would do it again.” Simon slowly nodded.
“You stayed here all night?” You nodded, your hand slowly drifting to his cheek. “Had to make sure you were alright.” He mirrored your nod, closing his eyes, while just enjoying your attention. “Can you get the good stuff next time?” You giggled. “Sure. But for now, let’s get you to your actual bed.” The moment you got to your feet, a sharp tug on your hand sent you into Simon’s arms, who just wrapped you up in a hug, twisting until he was lying with his head on your chest. “Nah. Let’s stay here.” Almost automatically, your fingers started to comb through his hair as you smiled to yourself. “Alright.” You both quickly drifted off to sleep.
Without your knowledge, Simon put the pictures the others took when they found you two, as his phone background and even kept a printed out version on himself at all times.
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A/N: Just some nice little fluff! Hope you liked it! The alternative ending is based on this incorrect quote from @metallictastinglifesupportliquid. Also, let me know if you want to be on the perma taglist! Just say if you want all of COD or specific characters. Although I mostly post Ghost.
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tokoyamisstuff ¡ 4 months ago
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Second Chance At Love Pt. 3
Variant! Invincible x gn! Reader
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Warnings: angst, blood, hurt/comfort, enemies to lovers, not proofread A/N: don't worry, this is not over yet! and sorry to all the og Mark fans lmao
[A few minutes earlier, Pentagon Medical Ward]
"So you left my friend alone with this freak the whole time?!"
Cecil's thumb was hesitating on the trigger for the high-frequency device, not wanting to stain his relationship with the original Mark any further - but after witnessing what his variants were capable of, he's certainly not taking any chances.
"Calm. Down." he urges the young Viltrumite while trying to remain amenable at the same time. "We needed to take care of the active threats beforehand, and also...he seemed quite fond of your friend." That last part he regretted immediately after saying it aloud.
"You can't be serious!" Mark now screamed, dramatically throwing his hands in the air, thus making all nearby agents cower in fear. "It was you who told me that one of those psychos tried to lure my mom out to kill her! What else do you think this is? He made my friend believe he's me, to play some sort of wicked game!"
All that had happened those past few days...the death and destruction...Mark blamed himself for all of it, because at the bottom line everything was inevitably caused by his own lack of resolve.
And there he was, hiding away at Eve's sickbed like a stubborn child, cowardly refusing to take responsibility as earth's last hope, while others were risking their lives to correct his errors, hell, while his brother and mom were still out there!
Once again he let everyone down.
But Mark won't let any more people he cares about suffer because of his own shortcomings. This time he won't hold back...
...he'll kill this variant and make him pay for what he's done.
Picking up his mask from the counter, he bids his still comatose girlfriend one last look, very well aware how disappointed she'd be at his latest decisions. She'd want him to go. So he mutters a silent apology before rushing into the hallway, with Cecil following closely behind.
"Teleport me to them. And you better send as many backup reanimen as you can."
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"Careful Mark. If our observations are correct, this one is way stronger than the others." The hero huffs in annoyance upon hearing Cecil's voice from his earpiece, watching his other self come out of the debris with not a hair out of place.
Well, most of the variants probably never faced any real threat or even slight disadvantage in their lives. There was simply no reason for them to train properly, since the powergap between Viltrumites and any other species was just so ridiculously high.
This version of Mark however spent his entire life preparing his vengeance on Omni-man for taking the one and only thing he truly cared about...
...and his hard work seemed to bear fruit, since a single counterattack of his was painful enough to temporarily stun the original. He seized the opportunity to pin his opponent down, landing one severe blow after another until both of them were completely covered in the original Mark's blood.
"NO!" you screamed at the top of your lungs, having thrown yourself onto the variant's back as you - brave yet very foolishly - tried to to get those two behemoths away from each other. And in the end, your struggle and pleas actually made the variant stop in his tracks. "Please...don't kill him."
For a split second you see the look of heartbreak and betrayal in the man's face, since seeing you still care so much for the original erased all hope he had started to harbor.
Your world's Mark has everything he ever wanted, and he doesn't even understand how lucky he is.
This is so fucking unfair, it's driving him insane.
The Viltrumite raises his bloodied knuckles to his temples, his jealousy spiraling into a violent, irrational urge to tear the original apart and take his place.
And yet he tries to keep it together for your sake as he couldn't bear to cause you any more sorrow. He glares you down with so much malice "That was self-defense" he scoffed through strained breaths, desperately trying to prevent himself from having a mental breakdown. "I wasn't actually going to-"
Now it was the original Mark's chance to turn the battle around, grabbing the variant by the throat as he crushed him against a mountain not far from the hill you were on.
While your former friend was completely disregarding you, rationality overthrown by his wrath, the other Invincible's eyes were practically glued to you in concern for your safety. At first he was holding back, letting the attacker use him as a punching bag in hopes it'd calm him down...
...but when he recognized the capsules transporting reanimen falling from the sky, he pounced on you with no forethought, shielding you from the impact with his own body.
"Shit, are you oka-" Another time he was torn away from you, with Mark yelling at him to keep his filthy hands off of you. And yet with every move, no matter what, the other Mark did a way better job to prevent any harm than the one who came to 'save' you from that very same man.
"Dude, that's exactly why we cannot fight here!" the variant reprimanded his counterpart while severing the head and limbs from several cyborgs. "Think about your partner's safety! We both only want what's best for them, right?"
"Huh?" The original Mark gave a puzzled look at that statement, the word 'partner' obviously made him think of Eve, but his eyes briefly flickered towards you. "What's that supposed to mea- ah, whatever."
In any other context you would've probably been so embarassed that you wished for the earth to swallow you whole - but this is neither about you, nor was it the time for this kind of talk. And luckily, Mark didn't overthink the variant's words but focused on the truth in them instead, swiftly throwing you over his shoulder to bring you away, so that they could continue their battle without endangering you.
"Let. Me. Go!" You repeatedly punch against Mark's back, horrified to see your newfound friend down below trying to stand his ground against the reanimen. "Tell them to stop! None of this is necessary!"
"Hey, it's me!" Mark tries to soothe you, convinced that you're just overwhelmed by today's events. "The real me, okay? Stop being so irrational!"
"Yeah, I know that, you blockhead!" you blurt out in anger, "And you're one to talk! You let your emotions dictate your actions, as always! I thought Invincible spares the bad guys and tries to talk it out?"
"...not anymore. We all saw today how that way of dealing with villains turns out." Letting you down so far away that you can't even see how the variant is holding up anymore, Mark is about to leave and finish the job when you manage to get a hold of his wrist. "Wait. Listen to me, that Mark is not entirely evil!"
"Are you fucking kidding me?" So not only did you know it was a variant, but now you're also defending him?! "The trauma messed with your head or something. Let Cecil's people pick you up and check on you."
"Seriously, Mark." He finally turned around to take a proper look at you, grinding his teeth as he recognized that naive, caring attitude of yours that always had a positive influence on him in the past. It made his heart swell with both admiration and envy...
...because why the hell were you advocating for a malicious version of himself, especially after throwing away your friendship over something he had no control over?!
"You know this guy one fucking day and suddenly you're on his side?" the hurt in his voice was so tremendous, you felt as if the guilt of it swallowed you whole. "You were supposed to be my friend, and he's the one who participated in making mine and many other's lives a living hell! So why?!"
"...it would be a waste to kill off a potential ally of this strenght, would it not?" Your reasoning got accentuated by the sound of metal and flesh clashing in the background, and you secretly hoped the variant was doing okay. "Maybe he can be rehabilitated."
"God, you sound like Cecil...but even he draws a line at some point. This guy is irredeemable!" Mark ran a hand through his hair, pacing around in circles to clear his head - and yet it was like your role in all this was the one drop that made the pot boil over. "He needs to be stopped! You've seen it yourself, he leveled several cities to the ground and killed a great amount of heroes! Shit, he's caused millions of deaths, do you have any idea what that means?!"
There was nothing to add to this. He was right, about absolutely everything. And yet...
"He-he needed to fullfill his part of the bargain, or Angstrom would've-" A loud bang echoed through the air as Mark's fists met the ground in frustration, effectively cutting you off. "Fuck, do you even hear yourself?! He always had a choice to join the fight on the right side instead of wasting his time chasing after yo-" There was a gleam of epiphany in his eyes that made you a little anxious whether he had picked up on the hints.
"Look, I'm not trying to justify his actions." You pry one of Mark's fists open, intertwining your fingers with his. "But we need him..."
"...we, or you?" That question caught you off guard, but when you wanted to stumble away but Mark pulled you right back. "What he talked about earlier...are we a couple in that other dimension?"
Sometimes you tend to forget that he isn't as dull as he comes across. Damn it.
"I-I-I....it's more complicated than that. I...died in his world." You shouldn't even be arguing about something so pointless right now, and you also don't want to burden him any further, but he keeps prying.
"So what, you want to become the moral support of a mass murderer?" Worded like this it does sound pretty awful. "I know you cut me out of your life, but I still care about you. No way I'm gonna let that happen. It's too dangerous."
Those feelings you harbored over the past decade were like a chain weighting heavy around your heart - but instead of communicating like an adult, you dwelled in self-pity and pushed your friend away. And as crazy as it sounds, over time you convinced yourself there's no way out of this, nothing else awaiting you...
...that was until you met the other Mark, however.
No better timing to free yourself than now, you thought, but Mark connected the dots faster than you were able to confess. "...why did you never say anything?"
"Oh c'mon, you've been doting on Eve since highschool." Mark was not the person to back out of a friendship like this, even if though he didn't reciprocate. If you had told him he'd certainly would've found a way to make this work, since he didn't want to lose you. And yet you didn't want to give the two of you the chance to overcome this, rather choosing to hurt him before you get hurt.
What a stupid, selfish teenager you were back then...
"Now it all makes sense" he speaks to himself, shyly glancing over to you again as he covers his blushing cheeks with his hands. "Fuck, I'm such an idiot..."
"Nonsense, I'm the ass for ruining our friendship over a silly crush." That was the understatement of the year - you were head over heels for this man.
He seems almost melancholic thinking back to all the moments he should've noticed what's going on. All this time wasted going no-contact when you could've worked things out instead...but it takes two to do that, and he's certainly not the one to blame.
Turning his head towards the noise of the ongoing fight, he shakes his head in disbelief. "This is so fucked up..."
"Tell me about it" you chuckle, playfully poking his side in an attempt to lighten the mood, and both of you give each other an appreciative smile. "But we shouldn't make rushed decisions in our current state, right?"
Mark lets out a shuddered sigh, realizing just what kind of hole your absence has tore in his life. But you'll manage to get back to how things were between you. This was a ray of hope cutting through the storm he's been caught into, ever since becoming a superhero.
"God, you have no idea how much I've missed you..."
There's no more time to waste, everything else has to wait until much later. Mark brings you back with him, a safe distance away from where the variant was still battling reanimen that just kept coming. Upon seeing Invincible he raises his guard again, but much to his surprise he's not attacked again, quite the opposite.
"Cecil, stop them!" your Mark exclaims into the comm as he jumps in between the crowd of cyborgs, giving a quick nod of acknowledgement to his other self. "He won't resist if we take him prisoner, right?"
"Sure..." the variant murmured, raising a brow in confusion. But indeed, the mechanical soldiers stop and he gets immobilized by Mark without fighting back. He looks up to you as if seeking your approval, and you quickly rush to their side, scolding Mark for being so harsh with his precautions.
"Are you hurt?" you whisper as the GDA agents transport you back to the Pentagon by helicopter, only the real Mark having flown ahead. You however refused to leave the variant's side, even though you've been strongly advised to go home, at least until the situation was less intense.
"This is nothing..." The Viltrumite huffs in amusement that you were worried about him of all people. He looks down to the shackles around his arms and legs that could never actually hold him, daring to crack a smile which you gladly mirrored. "But thanks that you stood up for me...even though I still don't understand why."
"Because I believe in you, so you better not disappoint me!" you chant, whearing a quiet whimper escape his throat when you put a reassuring hand on his knee. "Everything is gonna be alright, I'm sure of it. We're gonna figure it out...together, okay?"
A few hours later and you were still waiting in a hallway of the GDA, the feeling of suspense only worsened by all the pitying and disgusted looks some of the agents were shooting you. It was understandable, of course, since they probably saw you throwing yourself at the enemy live and in HD.
"I couldn't care less about whatever you two got going on" Cecil explains with his usual stoic manner, "but he refuses to talk and we don't have time for this."
You knew the opportunistic geeze was at least partly bluffing - he's most likely already planning on how to utilize Invincible's affection for you to control him.
Upon entering the prison cell you gasped at the gigantic apparatus containing him, all of his limbs encoated by a metal you didn't recognize in order to keep him from making any move. Honestly, it felt like no matter what they tried, he was only here because he wanted to be. If you told him to break out right now he'd most likely wreck this place in one milisecond.
The variant's defeated features brighten as he recognizes who was paying him a visit, but the initial excitement was soon pushed back by his newfound guilty conscience. He didn't expect to ever see you again, let alone you voluntarily entering the lion's den.
"I'll accept whatever punishment you deem necessary" he rasps, greatly worried at the possibility of them using you against your will. "Just leave them out of this."
Cecil nudged the bridge of his nose, groaning exaggeratedly. It sure isn't easy making objective decisions when you're that emotionally involved with the Grayson family - although he'd never admit the soft spot he had for them.
Not to mention, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity to get his hands on one of the two literal strongest men on the planet.
"Well for starters you'll help with rescue and rebuidling" he ultimatively decides, talking to the young man like one would scold an unruly child. "Consider this your last chance. And don't you dare taking a break until this whole planet has recovered from the aftermath of your crimes. I don't want to see you eating, sleeping or even breathing without any supervision. Got it?!"
"Yes, Sir..."
A single gesture of his hand enough to make his underlings free the Viltrumite from his confinements. "Give him a new costume so he doesn't scare the survivors...and insert an ultrasonic implant, just to be sure."
Mark rubbed his sore wrists, baffled with this decision. He had expected nothing less than torture, that they'd experiment until they'd find a way to execute him...but this? Ridiculous. Hardly a punishment.
Not that he's complaining, though.
At long last, you were facing each other again, those brief hours of separation feeling like an eternity apart. Crazy to think you barely even know this man - well, the fact that he was so much like the original Mark may have messed with your perception of time...
...or you were simply going crazy as well, who knows. Anyways, it did not feel wrong. If anything you've never been this happy in years.
The Viltrumite seems conflicted, his muscles occasionally twitching out of the desire to be close to you, to touch and hold you and never let go again. But then he detects the tears of relief in your eyes, misinterpreting them negatively and backing off even further.
Right...he doesn't deserve to be anywhere near you.
"You didn't need to...you shouldn't be here." He faces the ground in shame, blinking back tears of his own as he speaks. "Not after what I did."
"Damn it, Mark..." you half-yell, half-whine as you run straight towards him, wrapping your arms around his torso as if to press all of his broken parts back together. "Just...shut up. I'm capable of making my own decisions, whether you like them or not."
What a strange one you were. He wasn't even sure if his dimension's version of you had been that amazing of a person.
"Can't argue with that..." His hands tentatively finding purchase on your sides, and you instantly feel him melt at the feel of your body against his. "But it seems like we won't be able to meet each other for a while..."
"I can wait..." you shrug, beaming up at him with an almost playful tone. "...as long as you promise to take me on another date, would you? Without robots and death-matching yourself next time, if possible."
Mark smiled.
He did so many times ever since you met of course, but it always seemed like he was mimicking genuine human interaction, as if he was forcing himself to put on a facade in order to make you comfortable.
But this one, right here, right now...it was real, and so, so beautiful.
Hopefully you see more of it in the future.
"Oh, I think after you've seen how far I'd go for you, it's safe to say I can't deny you any wish..."
[Next Part]
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bunni-v1 ¡ 4 months ago
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Going to bed rn but… thinking about how artists depict pv’s soul jam as an erogenous zone…
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The souljam is the most important part of a cookie, it’s what separates them from a lifeless desert and a living creature. It’s their soul, their very being, and most cookies aren’t out in the open because it’s not safe for them. Pure Vanilla and Shadow Milk has his out on full display, like a thing of pride. He’s more than capable of defending it, so why not?
That doesn’t mean it isn’t sensitive, though. The souljam, when touched directly, has a very serious physical affect on its cookie. Be that with intent to harm or not, if a cookie was able to get close enough to either of them to touch the souljam it would be quite the sight.
To get so close to him, in a romantic sense, shows a lot of trust. His souljam is very very sensitive to both touch and intent, so if he’s allowing you to touch it, it’s a huge honor.
For Pure Vanilla, it’s not something he allows you to do early on, but after a while of gaining trust and learning how to love one another. It takes him some time, but once he finally feels comfortable he’ll allow you to touch his souljam.
It’s a very intimate ordeal, and he sets it up to be such. He’s quite literally allowing you to touch his soul, he is aware of the weight of the situation, and as such he wants it to feel important.
The two of you face each other on his bed, the dim light of the candles illuminating your rapidly warming figures. The gentle yellow glow glints off his souljam, temping you to reach out and touch it, but you hold yourself back. He is nervous, you can tell in the way his hands shake as he holds yours. You try to calm him by squeezing his fingers, and he gives you an uneasy smile.
You want to tell him that he doesn’t have to do this, that you understand, but the stubborn furrow of his brows tells you not to say anything. He had already made up his mind, there was no wavering his resolve. So you give him all the time he needs, and when he is ready, he brings your fingers to his lips. He gives each tip a soft kiss, as if blessing them with his approval, then he guides your hands down right before his souljam.
You can feel a pull to it, as if he was begging you to touch it, but you still hesitate. Your hands curl in on themselves for a moment before reaching out and resting on the golden crest which houses it. You see him swallow, only able to imagine how he might feel in this moment. Your trace your fingers along the gold rimmed edge, trembling for a moment before finally you press a careful finger against the smooth surface.
It strikes you as odd that it’s warm, you expect it to feel cold, but it was heated beneath your touch. You press another finger to it, carefully rubbing over it with intrigue. Pure Vanilla shudders, the effect immediate. You don’t stop, now cupping it in your palm. You can nearly feel appreciation through it, and you see it clearly on his face. Brows scrunching up and cheeks turning a deep red, his breath is already ragged too.
You rub your thumb over him and he grabs at your hips, grounding himself. You nearly stop, feeling bad for how much this seemed to get to him, but he opens his eyes and gives you the most lustful stare beneath heavy lashes. You’ve never seen such a look on his face, but you can’t help but find it beautiful.
You give him what he wants, pressing him into a deep kiss as your other hand cups the other side of him. You continue your slow strokes as you make out with him, tongues clashing desperately against each other. You can tell his mind is foggy from how slow he reacts to your challenges, and the little moans that he sighs into your mouth. You pick up the pace of the stroking, using your whole hand to service him.
It gets him huffing, unable to keep up with the pleasure and your mouth. You allow him the grace of leaning against your shoulder, instead of forcing his mind to split two ways. His hands are digging into your sides, pressing you as close as he can get you. It’s like he can’t get enough of it, and he pulls you onto his lap pressing his face into your shoulder.
It’s harder to play with the souljam like this, but when he begins to rock his hips up into you, you find you don’t care. You match the pace of your fingers with the pace of his thrusts, which he figures out quickly and abuses for his own use. Speeding up enough to have your head lulling back as you continue stroking him like your life depended on it.
He falls back into the mattress after a moment, giving you access to ride him through his pleasure. Your fingers massage the warm thing as your hips move in time, eyes appreciating the sight of him falling apart beneath you. It was rare you got to take care of him like this, so you wanted to savor the sight of his screwed up face. Each thrust is followed by a broken moan, hands grabbing at you as if that might make things easier on him.
As you watch him, feel what makes him who he is, a thought crosses your mind. Depraved, and maybe crossing a line, but you had to try. You lean down over him, feeling his eyes squint on you in confusion when you remove your hands from his souljam. It doesn’t last long, your lips pressing against the jam. He gasps, fingers curling into your hair - not pulling, just encouraging you to continue.
Naturally, you do, kissing him slowly. You can feel it heat up with each kiss, which only encourages you to continue. Another thought pops up, just as bad as the last, but Pure Vanilla has been nothing if not receptive. You’re sure he won’t mind if you get a little taste. So, you open your mouth, locking eyes with him, and lick a slow stripe across the rounded surface.
He groans in a way you’d never heard, pressing his hips into yours with a newfound desperation. You squeal when he flips you over, giving you a disapproving frown. Seems that was a little too much, but he couldn’t be too mad, not when he quickly pushes your clothes aside and sinks himself inside you. Leaning over you, burying his face into your neck again, he begins without any fanfare.
The pace is faster than usual, hips meeting yours eagerly. Each thrust is deep, dragging against your walls deliciously. Your fingers find his souljam, continuing their previous ministrations, and he groans again. It’s so unlike him, all of it, but you like it. It’s a new side of him that he’s trusting you with, you can only hope to see more in the future.
When he comes undone, it is the loudest cry you’d ever heard from him. Broken and desperate, cracking through the quiet of his quarters like lightning. His body trembling in your grasp like the aftershock, but his hands remain firm and strong against your dough. He fills you up with warm sticky goodness, reminiscent of the heat of his souljam. It feels nice, to be so surrounded by him, and you know he feels the same too.
You press gentle kisses to the side of his face, calming him from his high. He returns to earthbread slowly, chest heaving against yours with effort. When he is coherent again, he gives you a smile — warm and typical from him. Your sweet Vanilla coming back to you with all the love in his eyes.
“I might have gotten carried away,” He admits shyly.
You smile, “I don’t mind. It was nice.”
He hums, nodding in agreement. His souljam is hot between your bodies, warming you further where it rests atop your clothes. When he pulls away he kisses your cheek, taking a moment to admire you before leaning back with a satisfied smile.
“We should do that more often,” You mumble from your spot in the sheets.
You can’t see his face from your position, but you don’t need to when he pats your thigh, “I agree. Much more often.”
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sunderwight ¡ 4 months ago
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Shen Qingqiu deciding that Luo Binghe has been abusing his crybaby privileges a bit, opts to get back at him (only a little) by bursting into crocodile tears at some point of his own accord.
He's not really serious about it -- though he wouldn't admit to it under interrogation, he does actually like Luo Binghe's weepy-pathetic routine. It's just that lately the man's been hammering on it like a cat who has discovered that ringing a dinner bell brings food, and Shen Qingqiu's poor heart can take that much of it, really! So he figures he'll issue an illustrative rebuke by getting some of his own waterworks on and making Binghe appreciate that it can be a bit harrowing to be on the receiving end!
Only, it backfires.
Shen Qingqiu picks his time and his place carefully, waiting until Luo Binghe is in a rare mood of frustration with him (he put himself in danger recklessly again) and then, bringing a tear to his eye by remembering certain unpleasant things, Shen Qingqiu starts to sniffle.
Only, it turns out that he maybe needed a cry? Like was perhaps overdue for this? He's cried before of course but usually only in the midst of overt physical exertion or stimulation (*cough*), not so much just shedding a tear in a relatively calm situation, and, well... the only explanation he can think of is that it was overdue, because somehow what he intends to be some teary eyes and a wobbling lip turns into full-on sobbing.
Luo Binghe panics. Shizun, Binghe didn't mean it! Are you hurt?! Are you cursed?!
Shen Qingqiu, through sobs: no, no, it's fine! Everything's fine!
Anyway, Luo Binghe drags Shen Qingqiu to Qian Cao Peak and subsequently puts him on bed rest and observation for like three days, and Shen Qingqiu just sighs because that's overkill and his plan absolutely didn't work. But being fussed over is kind of nice. Oh. Maybe it worked in reverse, because he has a better appreciation now for why Luo Binghe does this so often?
It ends with him resolving to get Luo Binghe to cry less by just being a little bit more open with his affection from the get-go, instead.
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freezerbrldes ¡ 6 months ago
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no nut november - s.r.
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PAIRING. Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
SUMMARY. Spencer is confident he can win a bet against Morgan… what he didn’t account for was having to share a room with you…
WARNINGS. smut, brief mention of male masturbation, unprotected sex, breeding kink if you squint
AUTHOR’S NOTE. It’s been awhile since I’ve actually written something and it’s also the first time I’ve ever written smut so hopefully this turned out okay. This is based on one of the bots I’ve made on character.ai/spicychat. I know it’s January but let’s pretend I posted this in November.
wc: 2.1k
credit to @cafekitsune for dividers
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Spencer was beginning to regret agreeing to this bet. He thought it’d be easy, but after 3 and a half weeks, he felt so frustrated he could passed out from just the slightest touch.
Him and Morgan made a bet. Morgan was positive that Spencer wouldn’t be able to survive No Nut November. Spencer was not the competitive type, but he definitely wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to prove Morgan wrong.
Spencer is no stranger to getting himself off every so often. While he may be a genius with a high IQ, he is still a man with needs. He isn’t into hook up culture— he’s too much of a germaphobe for that. His right hand became his closest companion when alone after a stressful case.
The first week wasn’t bad at all. He began to think he might actually make it, but once the second and third week hit, that’s when thoughts about you were constantly on his mind…
Spencer has always found you attractive— like really attractive. So attractive that he often finds himself thinking about you while he pleasures himself late at night. He doesn’t want to think about you this way, but his mind always wanders to thoughts of you underneath him.
As if things couldn’t get any worse, you were sharing a hotel room with Spencer during the new case. He tries to distract himself with a book as you lay on your bed in an oversized tshirt and very short shorts.
You are reading over some case files, looking for any connections between the last two victims. Spencer could feel his pants get tighter at the mere thought of you just a few feet away from him.
You must’ve notice he has been particularly quiet today, because the sound of shuffling paper pulls his attention away from his book.
“Are you okay? you’ve been acting weird for the last week,” You ask, rolling over onto your side to look at him on the other bed.
“I-I’m fine, the cases have just been very, uh— draining — recently,” Spencer lies, shifting awkwardly on the bed to hide the evidence of his arousal.
“Right,” you chuckle, not buying his excuse. You walk over to his bed and sit across from him, the mattress dipping slightly under your weight. “C’mon Spence, what’s really bothering you?”
Spencer feels his heart rate increase. He fidgets with the hem of his sweater vest, avoiding direct eye contact.
"I...I'm just tired, okay? These cases take a toll on me," he says, trying to maintain a calm tone despite the growing tension between you.
His gaze drifts to your legs, which were crossed and showcased more of that smooth skin he'd been fantasizing about. He quickly looks away, focusing on the stack of psychology journals on his nightstand instead.
"Look,” Spencer sighs, “I appreciate you checking in, but I promise I’m fine. The sooner we crack this case, the sooner we can head back to Quantico."
Despite his words, Spencer found himself leaning slightly towards you, drawn in by your presence.
He feels his resolve weakening as your warm presence drew closer. Your scent fills his nostrils— a tantalizing mix of vanilla and something uniquely you. It stirs feelings within him he hadn't acknowledged before.
"I know you're just trying to help, but please, let me handle this," he pleads, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn't meet your eyes, fearing the intensity he knew would be there.
A bead of sweat trickles down the side of his face as he recalls the countless nights spent pleasuring himself, always picturing your body in his mind, but now you’re inches away from him.
“Spencer,” you say, pulling his attention away from his wandering mind. “You’re one of my best friends, I can tell there is something else bothering you other than this case. Please— let me help you.”
Spencer's chest tightens at the word "friend". Despite the strong attraction he harbors for you, he had never allowed himself to hope for anything more. You deserve someone better, someone who could give you the love and affection you craved.
Spencer brain scrambles to come up with another excuse, as he gazes into your empathetic eyes, he finally caved.
"Okay, fine, There is something I've been struggling with," he admits, his voice barely audible. He takes a deep breath before speaking again.
"I made this stupid bet with Morgan, I’m supposed to go the entire month of November without having sex or masturbating. At first, it was easy but now, being in the same room as you, I’m having a hard time controlling my thoughts.”
Spencer closes his eyes, bracing himself for your reaction. He opens them again when he didn’t hear you laughing and making fun of him.
Relief washes over him as he saw an understanding expression rather than disgust. He swallows hard, his mouth suddenly dry.
"You're not mad?" he ask, his voice laced with vulnerability. In that moment, Spencer felt like he could finally exhale, like a heavy burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
“Of course not,” you reply, “why would I be mad?”
"Well, because even if I wasn't doing this bet, I still...I still think about you," he confesses, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red.
"I know it's wrong, but I can't help how I feel. You're amazing. You’re smart, funny, beautiful..." Spencer’s words trailed off as he realizes where they were headed.
"I shouldn't say these things, but I can't keep pretending anymore." Spencer closes the space in between the two of you, his heart pounding in his chest.
After what felt like an eternity, His lips finally met yours in a passionate kiss.
Spencer felt a rush of emotions overwhelm him— excitement, nervousness, joy, and most of all, relief. This was what he had secretly longed for— dreamed about in the dark of night, and now it was finally happening.
His arms wrap around yours instinctively, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss. His tongue dances with yours, exploring every inch of your mouth with a hunger he hadn't known he possessed.
When you finally broke apart for air, Spencer's breathing was ragged. He gazes into your eyes, seeing the same desire reflected back at him.
"You know, um, we should probably talk about this— about us," he adds, his voice barely above a whisper.
“How about we talk about it after?” you chuckle, your lips meeting his in another steamy kiss.
Spencer melts into the kiss, his body responding eagerly to your touch. He knew they needed to discuss the their growing feelings, but right now all he wanted was to lose himself in your touch.
Spencer's hands roams over your curves, mapping your body through your clothes. Breaking the kiss again, Spencer looked at you with a mix of adoration and longing.
"I want you,” he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "More than I've ever wanted anyone."
His lips trail from yours down your neck before reaching the hem of your tshirt, pulling it out of the way to plant kisses onto your collar bone. Spencer sucks on the sensitive skin before pulling the shirt over your head, carelessly tossing it onto the motel floor.
He kisses a path up your throat, pausing to nibble on your earlobe before pulling away just enough to admire the view. His gaze drank in the sight, the air thick with tension.
"You're stunning," he breathes, reaching out to trace the curve of your bare breast.
You moan softly as he gently caresses your body. Spencer dips his head to capture a nipple between his lips, sucking gently as his hand cups and kneads the other.
Spencer groans into your breast, the sound muffled by your soft flesh. He suckled harder, his thumb pinching and teasing the neglected nipple.
His other hand slides down your side before dipping lower to brush against the waistband of your shorts. He could feel heat emanating from your core, fueling his growing arousal.
He pushed the fabric of your panties aside to slip a finger along your slick folds as his mouth returned to your neck.
“You’re so wet already, is this all for me?” Spencer sighed, nibbling at your earlobe.
Before you could even respond, you moan loudly as he pushes a digit inside you, groaning at the tight clench of your walls.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," Spencer gasped, pumping his finger slowly in and out of you.
He adds a second finger, scissoring them gently to stretch you open, leaning back slightly to watch your face contort in pleasure.
Spencer watched intently as your body arches off the bed to meet his thrusting fingers. He curls them inside you, rubbing against that sweet spot that made your legs quiver.
He captures your mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing your moans as he picked up the pace, driving his fingers deeper.
His own arousal grew unbearable, it demands attention. With a growl, Spencer broke the kiss and hastily removed his clothes, throwing them in a pile with your discarded tshirt as you whimper at the loss of contact.
“I need to be inside you,” He pants as the last of his clothing is removed. He makes quick work of pulling your shorts and panties down your legs.
Spencer's hazel eyes are dark with lust as he positions himself between your thighs, the tip of his cock nudges against your entrance.
With a deep breath, he pushes forward, sinking inch by inch into your welcoming heat. A low groan rumbles in his chest at the feeling of your tight walls hugging his length.
Once fully sheathed, Spencer pauses, his forehead resting against yours as he savors the moment.
“God, you're perfect," he whispers, then begins to move, setting a slow, deliberate rhythm.
You moan loudly as he begins to pick up the pace, your nails leaving crescent moons on his shoulders.
“Please don’t stop, you feel so good inside me,” you beg.
Spencer's grip on your hips tightens as he pounds into you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent as he loses himself in the feeling of you wrapped around him.
His fingers tug your hair lightly as he angles his thrusts to hit that spongy spot deep inside you over and over again.
"Shit, you feel so fucking amazing, so wet and tight," he pants, his voice strained with pleasure. “I'm going to cum so hard inside you."
One of your hands move from his shoulder down to where your bodies connect, rubbing hard circles over your throbbing clit.
Spencer's thrusts falter as he feels your fingers working on your sensitive nub. The sight pushes him even closer to the edge.
"Oh god, yes! You’re so fucking hot!" he cries out, his hips snapping against yours with renewed vigor.
He reaches down and replaces your hand with his own, rubbing harsh circles as he chases his high.
“Fuck yes, I'm gonna..." Spencer's words trail off into a guttural moan as his orgasm crashes over him, his cock pulsing and twitching inside you as he fills you up. The feeling pushes you over the edge with him.
Spencer collapses onto you, his weight pressing you into the mattress as he tries to catch his breath. His heart pounds wildly in his chest, still racing from the intensity of his orgasm.
After a moment, he lifts his head to look at you, his usually bright hazel eyes now heavy-lidded.
“That was...incredible," he murmurs, a soft smile playing on his lips, he places a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose.
He slowly pulls out of you and rolls onto his side, he reaches out to brush a strand of dampened hair from your forehead. You both lay in silence as your breathing returned to normal.
“Well,” you break the silence with a smug grin, “it would appear you have failed No Nut November,”
“Yeah, but it was worth it,” Spencer chuckles, his thumb rubbing circles onto your flushed cheek. “I’m starting to think you and Morgan set me up.”
“You really think I seduced you to help Morgan win a bet?” You laugh in disbelief.
“I mean, that would be a very Morgan thing for him to do,” Spencer says, his hand now caressing your arm, “That man always plays dirty.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I saw Morgan flirting with one of the motel staff, she left his room about two hours ago, so I’m sure you probably did beat him.”
“Of course he did, Morgan can’t go 5 minutes without sleeping with someone,” Spencer laughs as he pulls you into his arms.
You lay like that for a while before both of you drift off into a deep sleep, excited to see what the future holds for you two.
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the-tarot-witch22 ¡ 6 months ago
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What's coming for you in 2025? - Pick a Pile
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Pile 1:
(The cards I got for you - The emperor, The hanged man, 6 of pentacles, 5 of pentacles, and 6 of cups)
Okay so the very first thing I feel and heard for you guy is "Organization and structure", if you have been messy like emotionally or just not cleaning your room and just being lazy, I see you getting better and do things in a better way, I am also feeling you will be taking charge in your personal and professional life, if you are in school then i am seeing you being group leader or having better grades, and if you work then i see leading your team, or even correcting your manager like damn this person doesn't hold back, I am feeling some of you may even start your own business like plenty of you wanting to do that, or had doubts, so i am seeing this year could be very fruitful to you in so many ways, I am feeling many of you are just polite in this group, even though you guys might be snarky, BUT, this year i am seeing changing that, i am feeling you will communicated yourself a lot better, if you guys had some financial issues that will be resolving too, I am also feeling you might learn from a male figure in your life, make them your role model, and learn a lot from them. Or I am also feeling in your life you guys have someone dominating your household, like a man, sometimes you do get in fights but it's not bad, this is only for some of you. I am also seeing you being not lazy as you were before, going out of comfort zone, doing things, which you have to do, i keep hearing panda for you guys, some of you could definitely be resonating with that lol. I am also feeling this year you would be helping out a lot of people, and looking back on things you did wrong and will do better this year, also do help people when you can, like feeding animals or people who are in need, it will count as a good karma, some of you could have been injured in past? definitely felt that, but don't worry this year, i am also feeling good health for you, I am also feeling some of you could reunite with people from past, but only let them in if you feel like it, for some of you its a friend, and for some its an ex, just be careful <3 I am also feeling you will get lots of nostalgic feeling and if you have moved out, i am seeing you meeting your parents this year, like getting a feeling some of you might be in abroad, so you might meet or talk with your parents and friends a lot. Earth signs are very prominent here especially virgo and taurus sun/moon/rising, and scorpio sun/ moon / rising.
Oracle cards I pulled for you :
a new start is coming (new moon) : A new beginning a new start is on its way for you, you will be more hopeful, let go of the past, things you manifest will be fruitful, things will move, you will feel more alive if you felt stuck, and YES! whatever your question could be your doubts because trust me its a yes.
be assertive - Be confident in your decisions and yourself, i am hearing "life is too short" living by other people's rules, so make your own and just do what you gotta do.
Okay pile 1, that's all i got for you guys, happy new year my pookies, may all your wishes come true cheers <3
Pile 2 :
(The cards I got for you - 8 of wands, 2 of pentacles, 5 of pentacles, 6 of swords and the lovers)
Okay so the very first thing I heard and feel is that you will or might be taking a trip, I am feeling things will move fast for you, I am also seeing you guys getting the job you want, the internship, the college you want to go into, everything working out for you, the hard struggles that you have faced in your life are just vanishing but i am also seeing a small trip or just up and down from the college/school/work to your kind of travel, I am feeling you might meet someone this year could be at work or at school if not then, some sort of daily doing activity, but anyhow i am feeling there is so much in life that will be working out for you guys. Some of you would be developing new hobbies for yourself like going to gym or yoga or art classes. You might do find to juggle with them a bit difficult like there will be so many things and you would be like we want to try it, try that etc. But all in a good way. I am also feeling that there might be a sort of loss you faced in your life in 2024 or 2023, i am seeing you will be moving away from it, and healing that part of yours, I am also feeling when you do and that's when you will meet someone in your life, and if you don't meet someone then your energy will definitely be calling your partner's energy. But for many of you I am sensing there is a beautiful reunion ahead. Plus there will be decision coming ahead, so go with your gut and choose what you have to. Self love is also a care here, where you focus on yourself. Gemini , cancer, capricorn sun/ moon/ rising are quite prominent here.
Oracles Cards I pulled for you -
Luck is on your side (new moon in Sagittarius) - Write down your wishes your gratitude in the journal, don't be judgy if sometimes you are, a thing that will help you in every way, which you wanted so much it will come to you, there might also be a trip coming.
No need to worry : Things will get better for you so leave the rest to universe and be present in the moment, I am sensing some of you are over worrier so do take it easy, because universe got your back.
Ask for help from others - If you bottle things up, then try to ask for help from others don't hesitate, and your loved ones love you, they love to listen to you talk don't get lost in your heads all the time, you got this.
Okay pile 2, that's all i got for you guys, happy new year my pookies, may all your wishes come true cheers <3
Pile 3 :
(The cards I got for you guys - 3 of wands, queen of wands, king of cups, the fool)
Okay so the very first thing i hear and feel for you guys is, manifest your dreams, just do it, don't doubt if it will be fruitful or not just do it, I am also feeling this new year will bring you a new sort of adventure, something you have never felt before, WHY AM I FEELING THE ADERALINE RUSH, SO I AM SENSING IT WILL BE SOMETHING UNIQUE AND AMAZING AND A DREAM COME TRUE! I am also feeling that some of you guys have fire sign prominent sun/moon/rising especially Sagittarius, I am feeling you guys will be going on a trip this year, which is abroad, you might also go to study in new country, it will be so sudden you will feel it's a no, but when you do it will be like, you made it, 2025 is a year of prosperity for you, and i am seeing lots of blue color, and blue skies, and I am seeing hope for you guys, new starts, adventures, I am also feeling you might adopt a dog or a animal this year, I am also feeling you will enter your divine feminine era this year, and being more confident in your body, I am also feeling the person you will attract will be head over heels for you, awwww, and I am seeing you stepping or taking risks, you might be a bit reckless but honestly seeing this will work out for you~
Oracles card I got for you -
conclusion are within reach (full moon eclipse) - Forgive yourself and others what they have hurt you, it will help you heal, the door once shut, dont go back to it, just know helping others will also be fruitful to you guys.
step out of your comfort zone (north node) - go out just do what you always want to do, say fuck it and do it don't doubt your blessing, you got this, leave the past in past, let go of people or things that doesn't serve you, just know whatever you choose you will be moving in right direction.
success! - I am seeing your professional life getting better and better and whatever door was not opened it will open now, and I am seeing you getting lots of opportunities.
romance - I am definitely seeing you meeting someone this year, if you alrwady have someone your relationship might move to next level.
compromise - The only thing I will say is just get out of your comfort zone.
Okay pile 3, that's all i got for you guys, happy new year my pookies, may all your wishes come true cheers <3
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exes to lovers ; resolved (and poorly written) angst ; breaking up and getting back together ; emotionally stunted modern boyfriend sukuna and his self discovery or something like that idk
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“Hey.”
You pause. Mid step, actually. You pause for long enough with your foot halfway over the concrete that you stumble for just a moment and then catch yourself.
“What are you doing here?” You squint.
Sukuna doesn’t like that look on your face. Not the look of anger or even mild distaste—that’s normal. A given, in fact. He has that effect on people and he’s well aware of it, too. It’s the look of shock that really weighs him down, pressing on his lungs enough that he has to cough slightly just to work out that hitch in his throat.
(He thinks, in a moment of stark, cold clarity, that you’re only shocked that he’s trying because he never tries. What does it feel like, he wonders, to feel love that doesn’t even try?
He’s always been privileged enough in this relationship to never have to know.)
He forces himself to grunt out, “Uh…just wanted to talk. ‘N stuff.”
“You wanted to talk,” you repeat. You mouth the words to yourself quietly once more, tasting them on your tongue again to be sure you got them right.
“…Yes….yeah,” he nods. It’s firmer the second time, like he really, really means it. You have to wonder to yourself why he never means it when you need him too.
The break up happens like clockwork, something like two weeks and four days ago (who’s counting, though? Not him). You storm out through salty tears and flailing arms and he walks you out through tired, rolling eyes and an impatiently tapping foot.
Maybe I should just leave, you say.
Then leave, he says back. (He remembers it so clearly, too. His mind is cruel like that—it plays his mistakes so vividly he wonders if some part of him is a masochistic freak).
I’m not coming back this time, Sukuna. I’ve had enough.
Well, that makes two of us! Don’t fuckin’ come crawling back then.
It ends like that. His slammed door. Your muffled sob. His irritated grunt. Your pounding footsteps as you run. His shrug of indifference as he convinces himself he doesn’t care. Your radio silence. His slow, bleeding heart that he staples shut and ignores.
That was two weeks and four days ago. (He’s counting, he realizes. He’s never counted before).
“I’m busy.”
You cut him off from his thoughts with the words plainly. They’re so bland yet blunt, he almost does a double take. It’s just so unlike you, so different and unnatural and weird. Faintly, he’s aware he deserves it. Acutely, he hates that things are changing.
“Yeah?” He huffs, staring at his feet as he shuffles on them. (He feels so weak. So seen. So scrutinized under your gaze. Why is it so hard to just get the words out like he rehearsed in his head?) “It’s just gonna take a moment.”
“And I suppose I owe a moment?” You raise a brow.
“I didn’t say that,” he clicks his teeth.
Agitation is second nature for him. It always has been. It’s easier that way, simpler to just be angry and done with it. People leave him alone more. Things are easier to process. He makes his way through life with downturned lips and an easy glare—things work out well enough that he’s never had to question it.
(Some time ago, you made some passing comment about his childhood developing his coping mechanisms or some bullshit like that. He rolled his eyes and insisted he didn’t need to be psychoanalyzed. Now, he thinks maybe he does need it—some logical explanation as to why he self destructs and destructs and destructs until it’s not self destruction anymore. Somehow, you get caught in the crossfire, too.)
You’re tired. Wary. He slumps his hands into his pocket as he clears his throat and mumbles out, “I miss you.”
It’s progress. That much, even you’re aware of because there’s a moment where you pause and blink. Almost instantly, your eyes soften. Almost as instantly again, you mask it with indifference as best as you can.
He sees through your resolve like it’s made of glass.
“You miss me?” You scoff incredulously. “And what, it took you two weeks to realize that?”
“Two weeks and four days,” he corrects with a scowl.
“Well, that really helps,” you say dryly, giving him a sarcastic smile. “What brought this on?”
“Look,” he pinches his nose, trying to get the words right. He just needs to get something right. For once. When it really matters this time, he’d really just like to get things right. “I’m sorry, okay? I don’t know how being in love and shit works so I’m trying my best here.”
“The first step would be to actually love someone,” you say blandly. “That might help.”
“Just because I’m not good at loving you, doesn’t mean I don’t,” he says back, frustratedly running a hand through his hair.
You shake your head, scoffing as you retort, “No, Sukuna. You can’t be bad at things you don’t even try to do. You can’t mess up and be bad at something you never even did.”
“I never loved you?” He asks incredulously, lips curling in a snarl.
(He’s hurt, you know that. Sukuna is so good at masking hurt with anger and indifference, some part of you always aches for him. For that part of him that learned to do that. That part of him that never knew anything outside of shoving aside his feelings.
It takes you a long time to start aching for yourself. To realize that every time he shoves down his feelings, you shove down yours, too.)
“I didn’t say that,” you shake your head, sighing tiredly.
“You don’t make any fuckin’ sense.”
“You can still love someone without loving them,” you shake your head, and none of it makes any sense. Not to him. Not to that part of him that’s stubborn and hardened and so disturbingly weak.
If he wasn’t so weak, he’d have no problem putting aside his stupid pride and be what you need.
“Now you’re just saying words,” he grumbles.
“I love you right now,” you spit out, “But I’m not loving you. I’m not picking up your socks or texting you good morning or asking about your day or holding your hand or god forbid hugging you once or twice, am I? There’s a difference.”
There is a difference. He knows it, too. Because it’s the difference between you and him.
You pick up his socks when he leaves them lying around. He doesn’t wash the mug you leave in the sink when you’re in a rush. You text him good morning as soon as your alarm goes off. He doesn’t text you when he’s awake so you know he thinks of you as soon as his day starts. You pester him about his nephew and his life. He doesn’t ask how work was or if that friend of yours was still being annoying. You latch onto his hand every chance you get. He doesn’t wrap an arm around your waist and pull you close. You scatter soft pecks along his jaw when it’s clenched from a long day. He doesn’t press a kiss to your cheek when life gets hard.
Yeah, he loves you. But you spend your time loving him.
It’s different. He knows it now. Maybe, if he’d cared enough to learn, he’d know it before. When you needed it. When you needed him.
Some fragile part of him, despite it all, still has hope that you still need him. Want him. Choose him.
Slowly, carefully, he walks up to where you stand. One hand cups your cheek and one hand finds your waist to pull you close. Your breath hitches and you stiffen. You don’t pull away, though—there’s a good sign in that.
“I love you too,” he says quietly. There’s a kiss to your forehead. He looks so unsure of what he’s doing, so unbelievably confused and lost. But not uncomfortable. It’s a start. “I’ll act like it more, okay? So just take back the break up and come back.”
“That’s not how it works, idiot” You ask through watery eyes, rolling them exasperatedly.
He rests his chin over your head, tightening his hold on you. “It’s how it works now. Take it back.”
“Why, so I can be sad over the same things again?”
“No,” he clicks his teeth. His hand cups the back of your head, tilting it to look at him as he grunts out, “I’m gonna fix this. So just take it back.”
He trying. You know it better than he does—and it’s not exactly good, but it’s at least better. Something about it is raw enough that your heart finally feels like it has a place next to his. That it’s not just there, alone and out of place.
You think your friends might call you stupid. Your coworkers might roll their eyes. Everyone might sigh in disbelief.
But you love Sukuna. Can’t help but keep loving him. Can’t help but look into his eyes and see the way he battles with himself not to hide the hope so you know he’s trying.
So, even if you maybe shouldn’t, even if it makes you stupid and weak and helplessly foolish, you whisper, “Fine. I take it back. But next time, I won’t.”
“Oi,” he huffs, “There’s no next time anymore.”
I won’t let there be—you hear it underneath his words. It’s the fine print, you think.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” he nods, propping his chin on your head as he holds you close. Closer than he ever has. Closer than he thinks he deserves, but takes anyway. “Cause I’m gonna love the fuck out of you so you quit cryin’ about it. Be ready.”
“Oh, I’m very ready,” you snort. It’s watery, a touch breathless and maybe even naive.
But you love him, and you just want him to love you too.
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