#this has been in my drafts for soo long

[ji-bit]

What do you think about a jealous Chan?

i’m glad you asked anon because jealous chan is always on my mind

most people think of chan as someone who fucks possessively after feeling jealous and he does!! he’s a jealous boy that just wants you to himself all the time :( but i personally think that you’ve changed the dynamic when it comes to him getting jealous. one arm around your waist after eyeing the person he’s jealous of and he’s in his current predicament; you sitting on his lap, cockwarming him for what feels like hours, talking to chan in that low quiet voice that turns him on so much.

he never considers anything from you to be a punishment because he’s always just so happy to be touched by you, but this might just be the closest thing to a punishment he would feel. you in your beautiful form slightly towering over him, all wet with his (extremely) hard dick inside of you. he feels like any time he thinks about the situation he’s got himself in, he’d cum. poor channie is trying so hard :( you’re only allowing him to hold your thighs to ground himself but he can’t even move because you won’t let him until he answers your questions.

sometimes you just tease him by not getting to the point and he gets so frustrated that his obedience tips over the edge a little and his soft moaning turns into whining. he doesn’t even realise he has a pout on his face until you ask him “what’s wrong baby?” and he’s even more :( because you know what you’re doing.

and when you start to grind on him?? chan is a goner. he was already feeling v head empty but you pleasing yourself while he watches? he can feel himself twitch inside of you, his tongue faster than his brain as he immediately starts slurring apologies for thinking you’re anyone’s but his while he tries to hold back from letting himself go completely.

it’s as you suddenly lift your body, sliding up his cock, when he physically tries to stop you. hands immediately on your hips as he tries to get his brain to form a coherent sentence to tell you that he will cum if you start moving like that. but he’s too fucked out— body weaker than yours at this moment and head too empty to say anything without you coaxing him.

“what did i say about those hands baby…” you pause the small movement of your hips, ignoring the cute pout on his face that you want to kiss so badly and tilt your head, expectingly.

he feels himself burn under your gaze, you looking at him with so much dominance that it has him scramble to move his hands from your hips to your thighs, hoping you’ll let him hold them still. he just wants to be your good boy but it’s so hard when you have him like this :(

and your torture lasts for what feels like decades to him. all because he got jealous and made a indirect passing comment about it.. you won’t let him cum or touch you anymore unless he tells you that he belongs to you and you belong to him (which makes him all the more horny for you). and he does eventually, tearing up while thinking hard about what he says to you.. that’s when you start moving your hips properly on channie, kissing his lips and telling him he’s been good to you today.

after you let him cum the first time on top of him, you reward him to fucking you since he’s been such a good boy. patting his cheek n telling him to make you cum now. you aren’t ready for how quickly he acts, picking himself and your body up, regaining all his strength to please you as he pumps up into you at a breakneck pace. chan’s holding you in the air and you have to grab onto his shoulders to stay up, unable to help your moans once you feel how hard he still is inside of you.

chan cums a second and third time that evening, eager to please you and prove how good he can be, asking you to (pretty) please sit on his face and use him since that’s all he’s good for :( completely subbing out for you because that’s how good you make him feel. imo putting jealous chan in his place is the best way to remind him of the fact that you only want him

[luck-of-the-drawings]

oh the dread, oh the worry! you love your sister so much and you need to know shes okay. you trust her but you cant trust the world, and more than anything else you cant trust yourself

[dynamightty]

my favorite pics of fede :) tanti auguri scorpio boy 🩶

[rocicrew]

for the prompt list: Alex/Holden #32 <3

prompt: “My patience is wearing thin”

Holden was tired. The kind of bone-deep tiredness that doesn't go away with sleep. Not that he was getting much of it in the first place. Not after the Cant, Eros... The Hybrid... Going back to an empty bed... Even with enough painkillers in his system to knock him out for two shift cycles. 

He dealt with it, more or less. Tried not to put too much weight on his leg and silently thanked Alex for the low third of a G he kept the Roci's gravity. At least, when they're not rescuing high-ranking Earther politicians and rogues Martians.

He attempted to mind his reactions to others. The past few weeks he had been less than an ideal Captain, let alone crewmate. Though, attempt was the keyword. He still hadn't managed it fully. He had yelled at Alex, snapped at Naomi, and Avasarala had kept pestering him about getting once more involved in the war. He already had a long list of regrets to make up for, he didn't need another thing to screw up.

He was so tired. 

So much, in fact, that he didn't notice Alex walking into the galley before he spoke.

"Oh, hey Hoss," Alex greeted while removing his headphones. "Didn't expect to find you here so early."

"It's quiet," Holden offered in return, even though, it was less of an explanation and more of a cop-out answer. 

Alex just nodded, taking in his answer. If Holden had paid more attention, he'd have noticed him working the courage to ask him the following question. But instead, it'd just caught him off-guard. 

"You doing okay? I mean with your leg and everything going on... It's... It's got to be... rough, right?"

"I'm sorry," Holden replied instead, which only confused Alex. He didn't get it and Holden as much as he'd like to, knew he couldn't avoid talking about it head-on. "About earlier," he started and then cut himself off because earlier didn't even begin to describe it. There were so many times earlier could describe, and the bitterness he felt had nothing to do with the cup of coffee in front of it. "I yelled at you, again. I keep taking it out on you, on this crew for weeks, and- I'm sorry." 

What more could he say besides genuinely apologizing?

"It's all right," Alex said and was cheery enough to smile at him. Of all the ways he thought this conversation would go, a dismissal hadn't crossed his mind as a possibility. 

"It's not-"

"Look, Eros did a number on us. You most of all. I understand you are not being exactly yourself. And everything after... I mean, we've got the UN Undersecretary running around the ship suddenly, and Nao-" Alex cut himself off looking apologetic. "What I mean is, how are you really feeling?"

Holden made a comical expression; a mix of a shrug, raised brows, and twisted lips, that could only begin to describe the pool of emotions that swam in the cavity of his chest. "My patience is wearing thin."

Alex nodded, taking it in, and slowly sipped from his bulb. "Yeah, could tell you that much," he said and Holden immediately winced, pointedly avoiding making eye contact with the broken coffee machine.

He wasn't proud of it, or any of his latest behavior but the only thing he could do was accept the consequences. It hurt more than he wanted to acknowledge that after everything Naomi couldn't trust him. It hurt because he did trust her wholly. In the middle of every terrible, shitty thing they went through, he knew he could turn to her. At a time when he couldn't even trust his own body not to fail him, he believed Naomi wouldn't. 

None of it was fair. She was her own person with her own demons and as much as they tried to ignore everything else and distract one another, it was bound to blow into their faces. 

And she'd taken the one thing that kept him up at night. The one thing he hadn't been able to leave back to Eros after escaping.

But hearing her explanation, knowing he reminded her of- Just the thought made him sick. No matter how many times he could say that he wasn't like that, that he could never hurt her like that and mean it, wouldn't erase his failure. His failure to be a better crewman, a better partner, a better person. 

"Sorry Jim, I didn't mean it like that," Alex was quick to try and smooth over the sudden shift in the atmosphere. 

A better son. 

"Avasarala mentioned my mom," Holden blurted out. "One of my mothers, Elise."

He stopped not knowing how to say the rest. About leaving and running, and the guilt that was always present. He knew what she was doing and he fell for it anyway. 

"How many years has it been?" Alex asked instead.

Jim didn't do the math. That would weigh on him more. "I left when I was eighteen." 

Left. Like it was a choice. Like he would've been enough otherwise.

They've talked since then, of course. They managed to have a steady communication before the shitstorm happened.

He still hadn't looked up toward Alex until he heard the other speak.

"Yeah, I know a thing or two about leaving people behind," Alex said and a sharp memory of the picture with Alex's wife and son hit him out of nowhere. Right, Alex had left a son (and so had Naomi-). What right did he have t- "I'm not proud of it, but... you can love your family with everything you have and still... find your place somewhere else."

The lump in his throat disappeared, and he reached out to cover Alex's hand and squeezed.

"Even if that place's captain is sometimes an asshole?"

"As long as you don't break the oven next, we're good," Alex joked.

"Hey, that's-" Holden protested.

"Deserved," Alex argued back.

"A little, yeah..."

They didn't solve anything but he felt lighter anyway.

"So, uh," Alex started again. "Naomi said she'd come to talk to you. Did you two... y'know..."

They were having this kind of talk now... Holden took a sip from his coffee to brace himself and began replying in broad strokes. Naomi's story was hers. But he could talk about them in general.

They stayed in the galley for a long time talking until their hand terminals chimed and reality found its way back to them.

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[themattekudasai]

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[aventurinespuppy]

bully scaramouche x gn reader (part two)

CW: smut, mentions of bullying, dubcon, sub reader, gn reader, choking, slapping, biting, cumming inside, doing it in a classroom, blacking out

WC: ~1.3k

AN: this has been sitting in my drafts for SOO long cuz i had to muster up the confidence to write a sex scene LMAOO i kinda went wild with this one but please enjoy

He lowers his voice and speaks in a sultry tone. "I've taken quite the liking to you." His hand drops to hold your throat and leans closer to your ear. "How about you be mine?"

You scoff and peel his hand off of your neck.

"Are you kidding me?"

He chuckles and steps back from you, allowing you a tiny smidge of space.

"Why won't you look at me, hm? Scared you won't be able to resist after seeing my handsome face?"

"Don't be ridiculous!" You turn around to look at him and glance at the door behind him, wondering if you had bitten off more than you could chew. He notices your gaze shifting to the door.

"Surely you're not thinking of leaving already? You're the one who brought me here after all."

You bring your attention back to him and make eye contact with him, sighing as you take note of his cocky smirk. You brace yourself with a deep breath and speak as steadily as your nerves allow you.

"I've gotten lots of complaints about you from both students and teachers" You pause to observe his reaction, continuing when he stays silent. "Since I'm the school council president, you fall under my responsibility." He doesn't stop looking at you the entire time you speak and you falter slightly under his intense gaze. "So, um.. I'd appreciate if you brushed up on your behaviour."

He seems to genuinely take in what you say and you internally celebrate, hopeful that he'll agree and reduce your future workload. It was hard work always cleaning up his messes after all.

"Quite demanding, aren't we? I'll consider it if you do a favour for me."

You quirk an eyebrow up at him and he grins down at you. You mentally prepare for his next words. God forbid if he asks you to do his homework for the next month. You had enough on your plate.

"If you let me fuck you, I might just stop."

His words come out naturally, as if this was a normal request to make. Your eyes widen and you take a moment to process his words. Did you hear him right?

"W-What? Are you insane?" You back up and hit the table behind you, gripping onto the edge of it as to not lose your footing. He chuckles at your speechlessness and takes a step toward you, leaving you no space to move.

"Maybe I am. Now will you let me fuck you or not? I don't have all day to wait for you to decide."

You lean back as much as you can and turn away, distancing yourself from him. Seemingly unhappy with the newly added space between the two of you, he leans in again and cages you in between his arms. Your eyes wander all over the room, looking anywhere but at him.

"W-We can't.." You squeeze your eyes shut and let out a noise somewhat akin to a squeak when you feel him take a strand of your hair and twirl it around. He murmurs softly to you.

"We can't? We're both adults here and I've seen the way you look at me. Don't pretend you don't want this too."

You look into his eyes, filled with desire. He glances down at your lips and you at his. It doesn't take much more before you're both leaning in to capture each other's lips in a hungry kiss.

Your fingers play with his hair and his hands wander to your waist. He pushes you down onto the table, one hand behind your head to make sure you don't hurt yourself. You chuckle to yourself at this sweet gesture. He pulls away and starts kissing down your neck.

"What're you laughin' at, huh?" he mumbles agains your skin. His breath tickles your neck and you giggle again.

"Nothing, just.. didn't know there was a soft side to you."

He bites down hard on your neck at this and you wince.

"What was that for?!"

"I'll show you how rough I can be and you'll regret calling me soft."

He leans back in for a rough kiss and starts unbuttoning your shirt. You get the hint and unbuckle your belt, but as you start to wiggle out of your pants, he grabs your wrist and stops you.

"Leave it on. The door's still unlocked y'know."

You glare at him, silently telling him to let go of you so you could lock the door properly and he chuckles, tightening his grip on your wrists.

"That's it.. Keep looking at me with that look on your face. Makes me wanna ruin you all the more."

He lets go of your wrists and turns you around to face away from him and before you can question what he's doing, he presses your face into the table and you groan out from the force. You scold him to be more careful and you receive no response as he moves to pull your pants down just enough to expose your eager hole.

Without warning, he sticks a finger in, poking around your insides as you struggle to suppress your sounds. He notices this and tries even harder to pull some noises out of you, adding another finger and stretching you out with a scissoring motion.

"Stop teasing, you asshole.. Put it in already." You say through gritted teeth. To emphasise how badly you need him, you wiggle your hips enticingly, which only earns you a harsh smack on the ass.

"Patience is a virtue. One you clearly lack, my dear." And with that, he pulls out his fingers, leaving you empty, but not for long as he abruptly thrusts his cock into you. You curse him out and grip the edge of the table, unprepared for the intrusion, and he laughs at you.

"What was that earlier? You could never like me? Hah.. Don't make me laugh. Look at you now, drooling over my cock and I haven't even started moving yet."

"You talk too much.." You mumble and he slaps your ass again, making you jolt. He grabs onto the fat of your hip roughly and his other hand wraps around your throat as he starts pulling out slowly, only to harshly slam his cock back into you.

He continues with this slow but rough pace for a while until you beg for him to "go faster!!", to which he rolls his eyes but obliges.

A mix of lewd, wet noises and the both of your groans and moans fills the classroom, the both of you getting lost in the pleasure and forgetting that you're still in school. You could've sworn you heard some footsteps coming down the corridor, just stopping outside your classroom, but who knows? You were certainly too far gone to care.

He fucks you mercilessly, not letting up on his harsh pace at all, abusing your poor hole and you're sure you'll be feeling the effects tomorrow, but right now, all you could think about sucking his cock back into your greedy hole.

You feel his breath tickle your ear as he leans down to talk to you and you vaguely hear him say something along the lines of.. cumming inside? Your cockdrunk brain can barely hear, let alone process what he's saying to you, only begging for more pleasure and you hear his melodious laugh ring beside you as you realises you're completely in subspace.

At some point you swear your vision blacks and the next thing you know, you wake up, confused and alone. Blinking a few times, you try to regain your senses and look around. Anger and embarrassment paint your face red as you remember what happened. You scan the room for your clothes and you find them folded in a neat pile, with your phone on top. Your phone screen lights up and you squint to read the top message:

'I'll be seeing you again, my lovely council president.' - Unknown

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@drthymby

[puffein]

limbo

pairings: wanda maximoff x reader summary: wanda is in limbo, an intermediate state of waiting, awaiting for your decision to love her just the way she loves you. warnings: angst word count: 4531 a/n: i've been away for so long bc i got overwhelmed with my acads and this has been been sitting in my drafts for soo longg. i missed writing sb :<

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People picture love so beautifully, they form an image so picturesque around the condition of love that your mind goes into a state of fuzzy thoughts and blurry minds at just the thought of it. 

The world tends to show people that love is easy, making them believe that the act of falling in love can be done in just a blink of an eye, that in a snap of a finger, you'll be walking down the aisle, flowers in hand, and a wife that awaits for you at the altar. But love is far from easy, you cannot find love in a snap of a finger, it's hard to deal with, and it's always so difficult to find light in a condition that seems to be so poor-lit.

You don't hate love, mind you, you've been in a moderate number of relationships, you have kissed numerous people, and you have been on dates for as long as you can remember. 

You don't hate love, you don't fear it, you just don't feel the need to feel for it.

The tricky thing about love is, it makes you want to grasp it even if you have conditioned yourself that you don't need it. It's the power of love, they say, it makes you crave it even in a state where you knew you could live without being in the arms of someone. 

It's ironic to be thinking about that when you are currently in the arms of a certain redhead. 

Her breathing brought you back to reality, the reality of her vanilla-scented apartment, the scent of her, the warmth she gives off as she scoots closer and closer whilst placing her face rightfully at the crook of your neck. 

You lay still, frozen. Eyes cast heavenwards as the weight of her arms around your midsection pricks at your skin.

The name Wanda Maximoff screams at your head, moving your hand to caress her warm arms, you feel her shift, and next is the soft textures of her lips making their way into your neck towards your cheeks. 

You felt her hot breath, "Good morning." you uttered quietly.

Wanda smiled against your cheek, she sighed, "I love waking up with you beside me." 

You hummed at her words, blinking the light rays of the sun trickling slowly at the open gaps of her apartment. 

"You have no work today?" you ask, shifting away from her, Wanda's arms tighten around you, caging you more into her arms. 

She groans, "Can we please not talk about work."

"What else can we talk about unless it's work?" 

You felt her stay still. Wanda's tightened arms seemed to feel loose the minute you replied to her with a tone of coldness and disinterest. Your heart hammered in regret the minute her warmth fades as she sits up and frowns at you. 

"What do you mean?" she replies, the frown shows confusion, and the look in her eyes speaks a thousand words, one being hurt. "Of course, we talk about things other than work."

"We're in a relationship, aren't we?" the uncertainty laced fully in her voice made you mirror her movements, sitting up, your shoulders brushing against hers.

"I'm sorry. Of course, we are." you leaned towards her, in an attempt to peck her lips but successfully failed as Wanda turned her head away. 

You took her hand, bringing it into your lips, watching her shudder at the feel of your warm lips into her skin, your other hand glided into the nightstand, maneuvering to take something small out of it. 

Wanda felt something cold sliding into her ring finger, whipping her head to look at you. Her dilated pupils pierced right at yours. 

"What.." she forms incoherent words, her green eyes flickering at your face towards the glinting ring situated at her finger. 

"It's a promise ring, a promise and an apology for always being this," you started, your voice laced with sincerity, Wanda watches you. "I know, I can be difficult all the time. But I like you, a lot. I want you to know that I do like you and I am your girlfriend." 

You await the changing of her face, to confusion from just affection. Wanda smiled widely, throwing her arms around your neck as she muttered, "This is the start of something, detka."

You sigh against her, and she pushes you away gently, grinning as she leans in to capture your lips. You let the moment play, swaying lips, dancing altogether, the feel of soft textures, the taste of her. You let it happen.

You didn't know landing a corporate job would mean you would also become someone's girlfriend. 

You met her at work.

Wanda was a straightforward woman, her heart wobbles from the moment she laid her eyes on you. You, being the new employee in her department didn't sway in Wanda's mind but the look of you, your gorgeous face, your hair seemingly so perfect as it frames the curves of your face easily, she knew instantly, that she wanted you to be hers. 

That want becomes a need. 

Despite being straightforward, she was hesitant to approach you. Intimidation lingers in her atmosphere as she silently watches you across her desk, it just happens that you are placed at the vacant desk across from her. 

Disappointment was what she felt when she saw you being guided at that desk despite the vacant, empty desk right beside her. But then, she wouldn't be having this view if you were placed right beside her, she wouldn't see you fully, the frowning of your eyebrows, the pursed lips as you concentrated. She thought right then and there that it was a blessing to be able to see you with no obstacles in line.

It was a week after that she approached you confidently. Her confidence then wavered when you looked up and gave her a smile. Wanda felt her heart staggered, "Lunch?"

The corners of your mouth stumble at her words. Wanda felt the need to be swallowed whole that day.

She shook her head then laughed nervously, "Sorry. I'm Wanda, would you like to have lunch with me?"

It was the start of a routine. Multiple lunches together at the rooftop of the building you work in, the breeze of the air as Wanda talks about her experiences in work and being so interested in you. She was talkative the day she asked you to have lunch with her, asking what your favorite color was, your hobbies, and your likes. Wanda covers her adamant interest in knowing you and tells you she just wants to have a genuine friend at work. It was weird but endearing on your part.

You didn't know having a routined lunch together with Wanda would lead to her treating you in an expensive restaurant, you were oblivious to the fact that Wanda was trying to show you that she's interested in you.

"You don't have to treat me to lunch. I could just buy something."

Wanda gestures for you to dismiss it, she smiles widely, "Well, you deserve to eat a nice lunch. That's why I'm treating you."

"Are you saying the past packed lunches of mine are not nice?" you teased her, eyebrows raised as you watched the widening of her green eyes.

"No!" Wanda exclaims, then turns her head downwards at the sudden rise of her voice. Her mouth opened and her rambles started, "I mean, you just— you know, deserve it. You've been doing good despite being the new employee in town. I just felt like you deserve it because—" 

You laugh at her reddening face, leaning in to pinch her cheeks. Wanda's mind short-circuited at your gesture, the reddened face she had couldn't gotten much redder. 

"You're cute." you absentmindedly replied, leaning back as you took a spoonful of food right at your mouth, unaware of the piercing green eyes and the restless heartbeat of your co-worker.

Wanda was suffering in the months of friendship she had with you. Being your friend and having feelings for you is hard and the fact that in the 5-month friendship she managed to get with you, she had never seen you outside the premises of work. She was straightforward but hesitant when it came to you and it frustrates her. 

She just wants to blurt out words like, "I like you." or even ask you questions like, "Have you ever French kissed a woman?" 

But her tongue seems to be in a knot whenever she tries to let her feelings be known.

"Hey, Wan. I got you your coffee." your voice smooths the buzzing nerves she's feeling. Looking up, her heart sinks in a good way. Her stomach felt weird whenever her eyes laid on you. 

"You're a savior, I could marry you right now." she let her thoughts win, freezing at the words, Wanda gulped and smiled nervously at your expression.

You remained oblivious, "And I will gladly be your wife." and a wink that almost made Wanda be on her deathbed. 

Wanda thought right there and then that she had to confess and let heaven hear her desperations to become yours.

Heaven was deaf.

Her confession was not that lovely, it was messy. She was drunk when she confessed her love for you. Drowning in her feelings, the frustrations, the desperation to just kiss you, hug you, kiss you again and again made her want to suffocate herself and use liquor to gather the courage to spit out words of love and her devotion for you. 

Contrary to what being drunk is, the misplaced coordination, and the difficulty to remember things, Wanda was able to navigate the whereabouts of your apartment after shamelessly asking where you reside one time at lunch. It was nearing midnight when she continuously knocked on your door, her forehead squeezed tightly against it. When the door was yanked open, you had to wrap your arms around her to catch Wanda from falling. 

"Wanda?" you called at her, trying to help her find the balance in standing right up. 

Wanda giggles, a sign you took note of and of course, the strong smell of alcohol, "Hi, wife."

About to ask again, Wanda shushes you instantly with her finger placed right at your lips. "I have never seen you with these clothes."

"Yeah, because I'm gonna get fired if I wear pajamas at work."

She laughs at that, sighing as she rests her forehead on your shoulder, "You smell nice." she muttered. 

You blink at her actions, the resting of her forehead warms your heart and then suddenly, the feel of her lips on your neck makes you straighten up and gently push her away. 

Wanda frowns at that, "You don't want me?"

"Let's get you inside, okay?" you managed to walk past her question, guiding her towards your bedroom as you gingerly took off her shoes. 

Wanda sits patiently at the edge of your bed, her lips downwards as she watches you find clothes for her to change into. 

"I like you." she suddenly blurts out, Wanda watches how your movement stops, her eyes linger on your posture, the stiffness of it, how her words halted your determination to find clothes for her. "A lot. More than a friend. As a woman, I like you."

Your silence seems to make her sober up, she blinks at your back, trying to get the alcohol out of her system as she feels tears prickling at the bottom of her eyes. Your posture screams rejection.

Turning around and kneeling in front of her, you took her hands and caressed her gently, "You're drunk."

Wanda cries right there, panic arises from you as she sobs out, "I'm not— drunk. I like you," a hiccup comes out of her, "—a lot. This is—- this is— not drunk." 

Her sobs ring out of your room, frustrations building up in her chest, "Can you just please go out with me?"

Regardless of how she bawled her eyes out in front of you and the embarrassing confession she had made, heaven was actually not deaf. Because the morning after, you had cheekily teased her to confess again and amusingly accepted her rambled confession.

It was the start of something magical for Wanda. 

Being able to hold your hands, kiss you, and call you cute endearments, was something that made her so happy. She started falling for you, deep and hard. 

"Shh, they'll be able to hear you." Wanda chuckles at your statement, pulling you closer to her as she kisses you hard. 

You gently push her shoulder away, "I am serious, I don't want to get fired." 

Wanda rolled her eyes, leaning the back of her head at the wall of your company's office pantry space, "Please, no one's gonna hear." 

Watching the contemplation playing on your face, she snakes her arms around your waist, a grin plastered on her beautiful face as she leans in to kiss your cheeks, "I just want to kiss you." then your nose, your forehead, and gingerly wraps her lips around yours. "Like this."

That was the actions of someone so whipped over a person, it's so obvious how hard she had fallen for you.

"This is making me nervous," Wanda states, her foot tapping anxiously outside a co-worker's front door as she squeezes your hand.

You turned at her, gently tucking a stray of hair behind her ears, you smiled at her, "What for?" 

"It's just dinner hosted by Melissa, nothing could go wrong," you reassured her. Being invited to a dinner party by your co-worker shouldn't be something to overthink about, but Wanda thinks so otherwise. 

"I know, but I'll be introducing you as my girlfriend. What if… you know?" she rambles, a line appearing between her brows.

"They won't you know." you said calmly, "Wait, we are allowed to date each other, right? No rules about dating?" 

Wanda nods frantically, "Yes, I– I have read it a thousand times like, a week after I saw you— I just had to know if I can date you or not."

You grinned at her words, "You have read the work manual," you said slowly, emphasizing each word, "— especially about dating, one week after you saw me?" 

Wanda blushes at your words, "No, I just love reading the manual." The corners of her mouth twitch at your amused expression.

"But if it's not allowed. I'm gonna miss you so much, baby." you teased her, kissing her cheeks.

Her face turns serious instantly, "No."

You studied her serious face, "No?"

"You're not gonna miss me because if it's not allowed to date a co-worker, I'm gonna present my resignation letter."

You blink at her, "Why the hell…"

She shrugs, "Well, I'm gonna choose you over my work, easy as that." her eyes pierce right at your soul, "I'm not gonna lose you just because of a job, that's not gonna happen. You're too special to lose."

That's how you have realized that your relationship with Wanda was not like the others. Your past relationships were insignificant, they were never serious and always ended in the 5th month of dating because letting it go on for 6th would mean that it was serious.

Wanda is serious, so serious that it scares you.

She was willing to end her long-term job just to be with you.

This realization opted you to put Wanda in a state of limbo.

It started out subtle, the intimate touches you have with her become just physical touches. Wanda slowly felt the fading feeling of being intimate with you but ignored it as it was a month of hectic schedules and she could clearly see how busy you were as she was too. 

But that did not stop her from making time for you.

"Hey, I missed you," she whispers, bumping her shoulders at yours as she takes a snack out of the pantry. 

You let silence reply for you. 

She frowns, "Detka? You okay?" she asks, she watches you whip your head to stare blankly at her. 

"Sorry, just tired." then gave her a peck on the cheek, "Missed you too." the sound of your retreating footsteps echoes in the small space of the pantry office.

She lets her eyes linger on your back. 

It was nothing, right? But the disinterest you had with her was strongly felt by the redhead. She didn't know what she had said at that dinner party that made you seem to slick out of her grasp slowly, it must've been so wrong of her words to make you be this cold towards her.

"Detka, would you like to have dinner with me?" she quietly asked, scooting closer to you as she rested her chin on your shoulders. She kisses your cheeks then goes down to slowly kiss every place she could get on your neck. 

You grip the remote of your television tightly, and Wanda's eyes flicker on it. 

Leaning away, she scowls, "Is something wrong?"

You shook your head instantly, turning your head to kiss her quickly, "Nothing, just tired."

"You're always tired when you're with me," she mumbles. 

You sigh, "Well, we work in the same company. You know how busy it can get."

"It's not even busy this month. The hectic schedules passed by last month, it's supposed to just—"

"Well, it is busy for me."

Wanda snapped her mouth shut, nodding, she stood up and took her purse laying steadily on your coffee table. "You're just busy when it comes to me."

That was the first fight she had with you. The ringing of a door slamming shut stayed on Wanda's mind, she waited for you to chase her that day, avoiding taking Uber and walking instead, in case you wanted to chase her and apologize or even just explain what is happening for the past weeks.

But when she was presented with the familiar intricate design of her front door, she broke down and cried just outside her apartment. 

She walked all the way home and you never chased her.

That was supposed to be a blatant sign that you are no longer interested in her. Maybe she bore you to death, maybe she's just not that interesting enough for you to continue on. People always say the first three months of a relationship is considered as a honeymoon phase,

Wanda thinks maybe, just maybe, this is normal for a 4th-month relationship, you just got out of your honeymoon phase, but she could still make you feel happy.

Nibbling her bottom lips as she rearranges the bouquet of flowers she manually arranged for you for the ninth time, Wanda groans when she hears a knock at her front door. 

Standing outside her apartment, was you. With a bouquet of flowers and chocolate in your hands. Wanda's heart skips at your gestures, her cheeks colored as her heart thumps. 

"I'm sorr—" Your apology was three days late, but it is still an apology from Wanda's point of view and she accepted the minute it got out of your mouth. 

Throwing her hands around your neck, she peppers your face with kisses.

"I missed you so much, detka."

"Me too." 

Your relationship with her should've sailed calmly after that. Wanda was hopeful that everything would be back to normal. 

It was.

For a short period of time.

You started going out more with your friends, leaving her behind in her apartment. It was fine by her, you have a life outside hers, and of course, you would be having fun with friends. She let it slide, even helping you pick an outfit whenever you go out. 

You'll always kiss her cheeks goodbye, never her lips. 

She lets it slide. 

She always lets it slide, because it's you, you're this woman she fell in love with. She would always understand the actions you have made even if it's actions that squeeze her heart painfully, pulling it dangerously away from her chest, letting it throb disturbingly.

But Wanda was not perfect, she felt things, painful things with you. When you agreed to spend the day with her, promising her to celebrate the 5th month of your relationship with her, Wanda was excited, she felt immense joy. 

"You promise, you'll spend the entire day with me?" she asked, her fingertips tracing your collarbone gently.

You kissed her forehead, "Of course, you don't have to ask."

But Wanda always felt like she had to ask. Even begged to spend time with her.

So, when the day comes. She spends half of it cooking, arranging her apartment into something magical and pretty. She placed candles, she brought you a gift as a token for being with her for 5 months, and she cleaned and tidied up everything.

She awaits your arrival.

You came late. Exactly midnight, the ticking of the clock signifies the end of the day you have promised with her. 

When you came to her apartment that day, she was cleaning everything up. Her slumped shoulders, the tear-stained face she had as she carelessly threw all the dishes she had cooked in a garbage can, the messy makeup, the downwards of her lips. 

You hugged her back that day and felt the stiffening of her body as she turned around to look at you. 

"You promised," she mutters.

You brush your nose against hers, "I know, I'm sorry, I was having too much fun with friends. I lose track of time."

She scoffs, moving away as she cleans the countertop. "Sure."

"I'll make it up to you."

"What could you possibly make up to me, Y/N?" she whips her head to stare at you. It was the very first time she had called your name again, it was always detka.

"I'm sorry." you state calmly, "I'll make it up to you. I'll spend days with you, now. I'll even—"

"I don't even feel like your girlfriend anymore." she uttered silently, chest heaving as her eyes welled up with tears, "You made me feel like this thing, the thing you remember you have back at home when everything seems to be boring for you."

"That's not true."

"That is what I felt." she snaps, her hiccups coming next as she tries to slow down her cries. 

"Then it's better if we just stop whatever this is Wanda."

Wanda's heart sinks, panic arises within her, and with one wipe of her tears, she looks straight at you, wide eyes, "No, I'm sorry– no. You— will really promise this time?" she resigns.

Going back to the present time, watching Wanda gush over the promise ring you had brought just for her, made your chest constrict painfully. You had made so many mistakes with her and she blindedly ignored it just to be with you. You shouldn't let this happen for long but you just can't seem to give up on her.

She's this constant thing in your life, you'll always have her because she'll always have you back. 

Wanda turns her head to look at you, "It's really beautiful." 

You gave her a faint smile, "Glad you liked it."

Wanda shook her head, wrapping her arms around you as she rested her forehead into yours, "I loved it." 

Then she kisses you fully, pressing her body against yours as you sigh at the feeling of her skin under your fingertips, you feel her hands moved as she pulls you impossibly closer to your body, the taste of her lips surrounds your essence.

You let her push you back into her messy sheets, her lips still glued into yours, muttering against your lips, the words slipped out of her mouth, "I love you."

Your mind was too occupied in the feeling of her hands all over your skin, you pulled her closer, too wrapped up in her warmth that you almost didn't register the words she had stated. 

Almost.

And then you froze.

Wanda blinks on top of you, she watches you yank your figure away from her, stumbling out of her bed as your chest hammered painfully. 

The word love reverberates in your whole being. 

Love is difficult from your vantage point. It's messy, imperfect, hard. If you love someone, it means you give yourself fully to her, you resigned what you are to be one with her, and that thing scares you.

You're not ready to give yourself fully to someone.

"Y/N." Wanda searches for something, she observes the tension in your face. 

But Wanda is not someone, she's just not someone. She's more than that. She's this woman who you have been dating for eight months, she had accepted you consistently despite the mistakes you had shown, and the painful actions you had made, and she stayed with you. 

"Y/N." she calls again, the ring situated on her finger seems to weigh her down, "What's wrong?"

"I— Nothing, sorry."

She nods, the atmosphere completely changed at your strange actions. The tension was unbearable and the hurt plastered on her beautiful face did not help the confusion lingering in your mind.

"Sometimes," she suddenly started out. Her voice wavers as she plays with the ring you have just given her, "I wonder what I truly am to you."

You instantly moved towards her, taking her hands, "You are my girlfriend."

"It doesn't feel like it, Y/N." she whispers, she pushes your hand away to wipe her face distressedly. 

You scooch closer to her, "Wanda, baby, hey. I'm sorry."

"You always apologize but won't give me explanations. Why do you—" she sighs, "Why are you being like this?" 

"It just scares me."

"What is?"

"Love, Wanda," you state, watching her eyes as she looks away. "Love is hard. It's difficult, I don't want to feel difficult with you, it's still the same being with you without love, right?"

She frowns, "Loving you was the easiest part for me, Y/N." 

"We've talked about this. You accepted me multiple times despite the things I have done, but you stil—"

"It's tiring, I have waited for you, for the longest time. I thought this was the start of something, you even gave me a promise ring." you watch her eyes shine with unspilled tears, "You did not change at all, what is so hard to just say you love me?"

"Wanda–"

"Am I too difficult to love, is that it?"

"No, of course not—"

"Then love me." 

Your voice says nothing, silence speaks for you. 

Wanda nods, blinking her tears away as she turns her head heavenwards, "Please, get out."

"Wanda—"

"Get out, please." she sobs, you watch her face contort in pain, hurt written all over her features. 

"Just give me time. Wait for me, I can do it. I can love you." you stumble over your words, grasping at that tiny spectacle of hope. 

Wanda heaves out, her pupils are dilated, and pain became so normal for her that she got accustomed to its feeling all because of you.

She gave you time, she gave you her time and yet, all you gave her was pain and made her feel more less of herself.

"I have been waiting for 8 months, is that not enough?"

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[starry-bi-sky]

Hello Starry! I just had a thought about your Danyal al Ghul AU, and didn't have anyone else to share it with, so here we go:

If in this universe Bruce is Jewish, and Danny knows this(probably from a google search), he may wear a Star of David necklace to have a piece of his father with him at all times, since he knows he will never get to meet him. Or maybe the necklace sits in a box under a floorboard, because he can't stand the constant reminder of the father he'll never get to have. Maybe he observes Sam and her family celebrate Jewish holidays, or he learns how to by himself, but uses the time to mourn, instead of celebrate.

Anyways, hope all is well, and thank you for sharing your writing!

AAHHHH??? YOUR BRAIN??? Thank you!! I love sharing my writing, it soothes my need for attention lol. lmao, even. (Also how did you know i was thinking of my danyal al ghul au today -- i have an unfinished draft that i was thinking of delving into after my work meeting) also aahh!!!!!!!! im so happy that you wanted to share your thoughts with me about it &lt;333

But dude BOTH of these ideas are soo?? GOOD and ANGSTY. I love angsty. Danny would for sure know if Bruce was Jewish, lil guy did an obsessive amount of research on his dad the moment he got his hands on a computer and figured out how they worked. Danny has like, a three inch thick folder almost on his father alone. Anything he could get his hands on, he's got it. That thickness is almost exclusively from his first like, six months in Amity Park. He keeps it in a box in his closet, along with his growing-folder on Damian and his achievements as Damian Wayne. He pages through it when he's feeling like mourning.

First off: him wearing a Star of David necklace to feel connected to Bruce. That is SO sad and I love it so much. He bought it with an allowance he'd been given when he first started living with the Fentons, he keeps it tucked under his shirt so nobody even knows he has it. Sam and Tucker don't until it slips out while he's hanging out with them and when they ask him about it, Danny very reluctantly tells them that his father is Jewish. When he's distracted, nervous, or sad, he fidgets with it. How this looks is that he looks like he's kinda rubbing his chest, like ungrasping and grasping something.

Second Off: him keeping it in a box under the floorboards. That is also so, so good. He's got it in the box along with a few other things that remind him of his father and Damian and his mother. He takes it out when he's feeling particularly lonely and homesick, it's a feeling that never really goes away even after five years of living in Amity Park. It's like a longing for something you'll never see again, but isn't that just how grief works? i can just imagine him sitting against the bed, late at night and back from patrol. He's still in his ghost form, his katana laid on the ground next to him, and his almost bird-like cape pooling down beside him as he cups the necklace in his hand like he's cradling an egg. Maybe he's bleeding from somewhere, and he's telling the necklace about patrol, murmured soft in Arabic.

When he finds out Sam is Jewish he probably, after much consideration, asks if he can observe their holidays -- after all, researching Jewish holidays only does so much. Sam agrees when he explains why, much to her parents chagrin, and he sometimes tags along. But once he gets an understanding of how they go, he starts doing it on his own. Somewhat. He celebrates with Sam for most of it, and then has some time to himself where he celebrates it on his own. So it's a little bit of both.

^^^ which brings me to thinking about my danyal snippet here where Sam is at a Wayne gala and tears into her parents over Danny in front of Bruce. And it's making me think of, with this idea in mind, Sam in a moment of emotional impulsivity, saying "I know that he wears a Star of David because his father is Jewish and he wants to be closer to him, because he loves him so very fucking much." And while saying that, briefly makes direct eye contact with Bruce as a way to tell him "I know you're his fucking dad. Look at the son you have left behind."

If only for the emotional gut punch that can leave Bruce with. 🥰

Thank you for the ask! I had a lot of fun responding to it, have a fantastic evening/day/night.

[tallglasstea]

Media N Basketball Part 1

Synopsis: The WNBA’s new Social Media Manager, Amara, heads to Seattle to help improve the Seattle Storms media pages. She has had a big crush on Gabby Williams but avoids her due to rumors that Gabby is dating Marine Johannes.

Please note: This takes place during the 2025 season and this is my first fic in yearsss. Forgive me if I am a bit rusty.

Thursday July 11, 2025

Third P.O.V

It’s almost the halfway point of the 2025 WNBA season and Amara couldn’t be more excited. She has officially been at the W for 9 months and has been having the time of her life. Still getting the hang of things, but overall she loves her coworkers and just the overall environment. Witnessing the 2025 draft and seeing all the college stars getting drafted and to just know that she was really a part of the big moment will always be a core memory for her.

Being based in NYC meant that she helped the Liberty, Sun, and Mystics a lot with their social media pages because she was so close. Providing a new and fresh outlook on their pages, the team's pages have grown exponentially. The Liberty has grown to 1.2 million on Tiktok and 2 Million on Instagram. The Sun to  600K on Tiktok and 400K on Instagram. The Mystics to 724K on Tiktok and 527K on Instagram. Teams immediately took notice of the newfound fanbases and the rest enlisted to have Amara flown out to help their teams.

Amara’s first stop would be Seattle Storm with her favorite (and closest) coworker Destiny. Despite having Jewell, Nneka and Nika, the Storm could not seem to grow their fan bases on social media. Amara couldn’t help but feel nervous as her personal celebrity crush was also on the Seattle Storm this season.

Amara’s P.O.V 

“Gworllll are you excited to go to Seattle?!?” Destiny nudged Amara’s shoulder while they were settling on the plane to take off. “Your favorite girl is going to be there.”

“Pleaseeee stop. This is work, we need to stay professional.” I tried to keep my resolve but I couldn’t help to smile when thinking about my little crush. “Plus I heard that she is dating Marine Johannes so that dream is dead anyways.” Maybe if I said it enough then my little crush would fade away. ‘But she looked soo fine during the 2024 Olympics,’ I thought to myself.  

“Mmchttt” Destiny rolled her eyes and rolled over to close her eyes. I was tired too and we had a long flight ahead of us, so I might as well get some rest. 

Friday July 12, 2025

Destiny and I are headed to the Storm’s new practice facility, and my anxiety is through the roof. Not very demure nor mindful of me huh? I love working for the W but it’s still very nerve wracking having to meet new people and new teams. Especially women as tall and beautiful as them. I’m not short but I’m not exactly tall either, standing at a cool 5’6. I was so into my thoughts I didn’t even realize that destiny was talking to me until she started snapping in my face. 

“Yoooooo is there anyone there? Bitch are you on autopilot?!” Destiny continuously snapping in my face. I mush her with my free hand. “Don’t snap at me! Anywhore what were you saying?” I asked. “What type of content are we starting with? Since we are almost there, I want to prepare,” she replied. Looking at the GPS, I realize that she is absolutely right. 2 minutes away. What if I crash this car right now? I'm kidding, I'm kidding (sort of, not really). I’m thinking what would be the best video to start showcasing their personalities. “I think we should do the rapid fire questions for each of the players. We should probably feel them out and kind of gauge what they are comfortable with answering and they aren’t,” I stated after a few beats. “ I call dibs on Nneka, Nika, Victoria, Mercedes, Joyner and Sami.” I wanted to make sure that I didn’t really have to interact with Gabby, my stalkerish ass could just admire her from a distance. Destiny looked at me bewildered as we pulled in front of the facility. “You evil bitch, I can’t believe you called dibs,” she laughed as we got out of the car. 

The walk from the car ride to the main practice gym was short but felt like it took forever.

We had unloaded our equipment and were waiting outside the gym for the General managers and coaches. We, mainly I, didn’t want to just bust in on their practice while Destiny wanted to do exactly that. Once we introduced ourselves to the GMs and coaches, we told them our game plan for content. I took a deep breath, as the doors to the gym opened. Here goes nothing…..

To be continued….

Sooo what did we think? I know I’m rusty so don’t eat me up toooooooo bad. I was trying to make it short but I figured it would be better as a multi-part fic. Please let me know what y’all think! Since there was nothing not even hcs on Gabby I figured I would start some of my own.

If y’all like my writing style, I would like to open myself up to WNBA requests along with other womens sports.

Welp see ya soon bookies!

[uchihaharlot]

Hey there! Love your work and if you're still doing requests, I've got one for ya: a hot, sexy threesome between a female reader, Itachi (loooove him) and Shisui. I'm imagining a competition angle where they've both been pining after the same girl for a while and she likes them both too, but can't choose (and I mean, who could, right? Lol). Eventually, someone (probably Shisui based on my own interpretations of his personality) decides that choosing sucks and sharing is caring, leading to super hot sex 🔥

Ooooo deary,

You speak right to my soul. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fantasized being the center of an Uchiha pissing contest. I’ve always felt that love is kind; love is free and love is patient.I’m hikjackjng your request a bit, I’ve had a draft for several months. There is no real competition here, but extremely hot solicited sex and yes. You are correct, Shisui is one hundred percent the purveyor of pleasure.

It will be soo worth it though; there is a second part to this — written by @shisuis-left-nipple, my draft is also beta’d by her as well — thank you my little Shisui harlot. I dream nothing more of being an Uchiha sandwich on a daily basis.

I’ll forefront this by saying there is mentioning of Shiita. Nothing overtly intimate between the two, but it’s undeniably there and at the back burner. Though you are the main focus of this event, I do apologize to the people who haven’t eaten the forbidden fruit.

NSFW; all out Uchiha fuckfest; overstimulation; multiple climaxes; fucked stupid; mild Shiita.

Yea I thought about this for a while. How did you even get in this situation? Probably met at the spring festival and all.

Since, in my au head canon, they foiled the coup. Shisui lives, Itachi rules the coop. Feel free to ask me about exactly what happened — there is so, so much in my one brain cell.

Itachi is now clan leader these days. Shisui is his right-hand man. They've grown out of that phase of just the two of them. I know it's not everyone's cup, but they definitely fucked and now that they're adults and have clan responsibilities, growing out of that phase.… though sometimes they share a girl here or there.

So, here you are at the festival. Looking so gorgeous it's damn near criminal. The spring festival is held in the Uchiha district this year — Shisui called it reclamation day. As part of the planning committee sent by the Godaime, you get to enjoy all the hard work you put into decorating their little corner of the world and Shisui is grateful.

I mean really grateful, his cock thanks you too. Your guys’ budding romance starts out slow.… lol, ya whatever that means in Shisui’s head.

Shisui is the extrovert while Itachi is still a bit shy and reserved. (This might get confusing because Izumi obviously hadn't died, but let's just say well.... I think most of the Uchiha believe in free love. At least the younger progressive ones. It keeps the curse of hatred at bay and sex is free. Love is kind).

Who in their right mind wasn't fucking one another in that gorgeous clan of men?

Everyone was.

This event really turned out, ‘the Uchiha are eternally indebted to you for your hard work' says Shisui. He's the charmer — the concierge of bedroom antics. The proprietor for drawing the women into the sheets.

It doesn't take Shisui long to make fucking shit out of you a habit, upheaving your feels and all. Just casually, no big deal. Starts asking questions after a hot session, of course he came to you during lunch. When he has a craving, the man is insatiable. You mention a few taboo things, maybe binding, nothing too extravagant or out of the ordinary. But he is calculating — ever the entrepreneur, ‘how can I give this girl the most beautiful experience of her life?’ He thinks.

Shisui drops the threesome paper bomb in your lap and you’re like — ‘uhhh….yea, sure. Why not but, with…who?’

‘Well Itachi, of course.’ Just so damn casual like it was a regular Tuesday and he hadn’t spent the last half hour rearranging your guts.

Cue blank screen syndrome, ‘what?’ As if waiting for the room to read itself, ‘is this….something you guys do….regularly?’

‘Yea, sometimes. Just so happened to tell him about this woman who has me in a chokehold. Stealing my soul and that her beauty makes the sun ashamed to shine.’ That sort of Casanova type shit, sick as cancer. Shisui was undoubtedly winning this match.

It serves your desire on a silver kunai. The wet mixture the two of you had created rehydrates and Shisui takes the opportunity to fuck you again, slower — deeper. Asking if you’re interested mid stroke, whispering filth in your ear as you start to come undone. Sexual coercion at its finest. You’re so aroused at the thought of this situation you come hard when he mentions some quip about being a double stuffed bento box.

The good, good Itachi is so prim and proper. He hosts a mini dinner, and you’re sort of sweating, uncertainty beckons you. What the hell is going on here…..it’s mildly unsettling at first, but Itachi refuses to fuck a woman he doesn’t know a little bit about. You all three enjoy Itachi’s over the top meal and the conversation flows. The awkwardness melts away and it isn’t long before Shisui takes off leaving you two alone.

Itachi takes you out to sit on the enagwa for tea. He is such a gentleman to consider you this way. While Shisui preps their sanctum, Itachi’s lips make his first impression, and boy it's hot. Not that Shisui wasn’t the connoisseur of making out himself, but Itachi’s kiss is gentle — light. Soft as petals that feather and cradle yours, making you embarrassingly breathless almost immediately. He wants to make sure you're comfortable with this whole situation and Shisui always finds his chivalry adorable, but you can't talk Itachi out of it. He has to do this. It sets the mood and also lowers any preemptive warnings that you might have, since this is already a new thing for you, there won't be any silly toys. Just pure unadulterated pleasure and free love. Once you spend about a half hour lip locked with Itachi, he's going to lead you around the house. Takes you to a room on the back side that’s dimly lit. Starts kissing you in the room behind closed doors when a small gust of wind comes at your back — Shisui. Always one to make an appearance.

Another set of strong hands are at your back. While one wraps around you from the front, the other from the back. Your senses are already in overdrive, Shisui is the impatient one while Itachi likes to draw things out. Shisui hungrily kisses down your neck and Itachi is just swallowing every soft sigh from your lips. Shisui's hands lift at your shirt, and you thought this through. Some cute lacy see through bra that catches Itachi off guard. Has his sights zeroing in, seemingly devouring you through the material.

Shisui wants the bra off, but Itachi has to remind him who the boss is — using that big ‘fuck you’ energy out of nowhere. Shisui just rolls his eyes, a small glint of the sharingan in an exaggerated attempt to look annoyed but not really — fine, so be it. Itachi can have his portion of you but, either way, a candle can burn from both ends if it's double wicked and there is so much of you to explore, top to bottom.

Shisui kisses down your back as it arches, his hands resting on either hip when he crouches. Itachi is nipping and rolling your nipples through the lacy bra. He absolutely loves the temptation of it and maybe even stole a glance through red spun pearls for later review — yep just know that they are going to be recording this for their own personal collection. (Let's touch on the sharingan for a second, I truly believe that it's emotionally charged. If something feels good, it's out in the open. Big bad and red, like an eye erection or some shit lol. Spinning wildly absorbing collective imagery to database — consider it similar to how pupils dilate when it sees something it likes).

Shisui's already got your pants down. He's so hard, Itachi's exceedingly hard too but he takes forever, so Shisui just starts undressing him too because what are friends for? Everyone needs a little help from their friends. You couldn't be really sure, but you’re positive that Shisui may or may not have kissed the tip of Itachi's cock and licked the excitement off, but all you really could hear was his laugh.

Your pants are shucked and tossed aside, Shisui's got you lifting each leg over his shoulder, he's buzzing and wants to start making you moan. Itachi is just following along for now as long as Shisui doesn’t touch his portion of you. Suddenly, you’re slightly lifted up. Looking down you see Shisui sitting on the ground, his arms holding you up. That shit eating grin filling his face as he peers up at you. Then Shisui’s face at your sex inhaling and exhaling hot and breathy, you sit on his shoulders while he holds you at your lower back. Itachi laughs at the audacity of that man, but he knows how insatiable Shisui is. He wants you dripping down his face, chest and eventually his cock.

Itachi finally removes your bra. The sensations are tantalizing — you got one that's slow and sweet and the other that's too fast for his own good. Shunshin no Shisui never could live life in the slow lane. So just like his namesake you're already one and now a second orgasm deep on his mouth. Your hands, well you didn't know what to do with them. ltachi guided one to his shoulder and the other to rake in Shisui's hair, which instantaneously made Shisui groan on your sopping mound, his nose rubbing in the cleft of your heat and his tongue rolling over that deliriously sensitive patch of nerve within your sweet seam. Prodding you, drinking you in and leaving you full-mouthed whimpering.

Once you've been properly worked in, Shisui stands, leaving you at his mercy high in the air. You yelp and cling to him, so this was the actual strength of a renowned shinobi. He lays you so gentle and sweet like on the bed. And yes this time, you saw what you saw, Itachi languidly strokes Shisui's cock before your eyes and you're like what in tarnation — but it was hot because Shisui bit his lip and looked at you like James Dean with big puppy dog reds. They would tease one another here and there and it would absolutely fan the flame between your legs.

Shisui goes over the many ways this could go down and you're like...

‘I'm just here for the ride. Two against one, does it really matter what I want?’ And they both laugh; how adorable because yea, you're right. They're doing it the way they want and Shisui grabs a few things. Lube, leg spacers etc. but you're like ‘uuhhh leg spacers??’ That's when you end up on top of him turned around, your back to his chest and your legs hung over his knees.

All for your consideration and comfort, he's not one to take liberties, not yet. You’re spread open like the world's finest charcuterie board. Itachi's eyes populate and spin red. 'Gorgeous.’ Cause you are, not a damn thing wrong with you, especially from this perspective.

Shisui's hot breath is at your neck, kissing you all over. Not an inch of skin that his lips could reach is untouched. Neck, ears, shoulders — nipping the space between your shoulder blades. Really a pleasure king for you.

Itachi, this man, may not look like much to the naked eye, but he's that and more. So much more, kneels between your legs and just devours you. Like a fucking goddamn goddess, his lips make praise to your sopping cunt. That damned nose, rubbing it all up in your clit while his tongue is gently teasing your slick. You've never had someone be so attentive to you, and while you're distracted in pre orgasm build up, Shisui is administering a severe amount of lube to Itachi's hand. A grand distraction to addle your mind a bit more.

You've already left your consciousness in the sixth dimension and your soul in the 9th circle to hell. What's something a little deeper? As you climax for maybe the sixth time now this evening, Itachi's slim fingers prod at your uncharted asshole. Oh dear. You've not ever experienced ass play. This is unfortunate but also exciting. You moan treasonously and can *feel* Shisui smirking as he kisses and nips at your back. One of his hands splayed across your stomach. Pressing as you climax hard. Itachi wasn't rough, but he wasn't sincere about knocking on the back door.

‘My apologies' Itachi says when you chirp a little bit over it. Gentlemanly as he is, he's ravenous now. And you can't really be sure, but there is more squelches and a brief motion outside your visual perception.

Shisui says some shit like, ‘breathe for me baby’ through bated breath and next thing you know. Itachi's lubed up Shisui's lovely fat cock and is attempting to breach your second entrance. Oh, mama Kaguya! You were a bit selfish when it came to relinquishing control and Shisui offers you some advice, 'look at me gorgeous.'

It’s in this moment you fully understood what Shisui meant about being a double stuffed bento box, he's only sunk about four inches of his cock in your ass and it's not entirely unpleasant, but new. Your neck is craned in a searing kiss with Shisui, him rocking his hips gently until you're comfortable. Itachi toying with your clit to acquiesce the intrusion. Only when Itachi’s mouth sucks on your bud does it then feel really good.

The intake of air to your lungs as an entirely different type of roaring climax, in a whole new group of muscles, doesn't seem to fill you with enough air to accommodate the salacious inconsolable loud moan that escapes your lips. Shisui gently pioneering slow purposed full-length thrusts into a hole that was once too tight for two fingers.

After that, all he has to do is sit pretty. Itachi takes over after you have a few more orgasms, like what, 9 or 10 now total? If you tried to count, just give up. You're done physically, mentally and emotionally at this point. You've left your soul in their vision for it to never be returned. Completely dominated and owned.

But they're Uchiha. They know the effect they have on people. Itachi puts his hair up a little tighter in a bun. Such a cutie, he slowly strokes himself watching as Shisui has his round. Then the room goes still, all you can hear is Shisui's heavy breathing in your ear, as he’s had to hold back quite a bit. You're so taut around him, he almost busted a nut and unfortunately for him, the second Itachi stretches your weeping and already swelling cunt, Shisui does cum — poor bastard. But his best friend makes sure to angle his slow strokes downwards so that way he gets a little bit of friction and as a double whammy the mere feeling of Shisui pulsating and coming inside of you is like an intermittent vibrator, so you climax, full force. Resting your head on Shisui’s shoulder, he kisses your cheek as your eyes roll shut, and you babble like a cute idiot.

So here you are, hot sweaty and now gagged on Shisui’s fingers as he shoves them in your mouth. Shisui didn't necessarily go soft, the overstimulation of you pulsing and continually on edge keeps a lovely semi at his disposal. Itachi's got your arms wrapped up and set behind Shisui's head, his lips tease at your nipples. He is the slow and steady sensual man. You moan, Shisui moans. Everyone is moaning, it's a cacophony of gasps and sighs. Itachi's is just enjoying being the one in charge of you both, then Shisui starts hitting you with some katon heated dirty talk.

'Such a good girl.’

‘You're choking my cock so well.’

'Another one already?'

Just hot talk and even a bit of teasing. Since he's like buckled down for the ride now, he just gets to experience all the pleasure without much work, but he does make sure to suck at your neck, leaving a few marks on your back too. He's considering that maybe you're the girl for him. With his best friend's approval of course, this is just like a clan initiation at this point. Itachi would let you marry Shisui if he really hard pressed him enough, but Shisui feels deeply, this type of connection only comes once in a life and out of the myriad of females they've shared (which isn't many to be honest) you're this Pandora's box that has so many different things about you he already loves.

Someone is falling hard.

Itachi is of course enthralled with your breasts, they're perky, beautiful and each nipple is gently switched between his lips, pert and sensitive. Though he would turn up the heat and use a little bit of that Uchiha fire to warm them up, only to change the sensation and make you writhe. Slowly pumping himself into you, calls you ‘princess,’ of all things. So old school, Itachi started out quiet but when Shisui is kissing one side of your neck, Itachi is sucking and nipping at the other. All timed of course; right as you orgasm again. Always some sort of over stimulation going on and — hey wait a minute! When did Shisui start playing with your clit? You don't know and don't care because this next orgasm was the most intense yet.

And you squirted all over Itachi's cock, raining down on Shisui's, he couldn't help but start to move his hips a little. The contrasting thrusts sending you even further spiraling.

'Are you ok y/n?' A playful jab at your wavering consciousness by Shisui in a deep raspy whisper. You're catatonic.

An Uchiha flesh-light now. Thank the gods you're on the pill. Just the smell of their musk, power of the gods and that smokey katon heat would one hundred percent have you ending up pregnant and Itachi has big people issues right now, he can't have a kid just yet. You might even just become the wife to both of them. Though Shisui is greedy, possessive with what's his. Itachi has Izumi, but that doesn't mean you couldn’t take part in their secret swingers group.

Here you lie between them, filled up tight to the brim. Shisui has definitely cum at minimum three times, his seed seeping out your little bottom hole. Itachi isn't really that much into multiple, he enjoys perpetually edging the hell out of himself and right when he is about to cum, he slips out. Let's Shisui pound you a few good times and thank gods you have a clean booty hole. Itachi slips him out of his new claimed territory and by gods, there is that lovely Shisui cock filling your warm worn-out cunt. So thick and creamy with his seed, just slips into your tight seam. Slowly thrusting into you, he peppers kisses down your left cheek as Itachi takes a breather. Whispering how much you mean to him, so precious and his. Somewhere down the blurred vision to keep your eyes focused, Shisui is comfortably situated back as your butt plug. Time has escaped you, it all just cascades quickly.

Itachi lifts both your legs under Shisui’s *arms*, oof. Spreading you further, nearly to your ears. Folded like a lawn chair, a personal favorite to both. Shisui locks his hands over your sternum and holy hell this man is strong. You moan when Itachi slips back into your tired cunt. You're still so snug and wet though, the two of them each swing their hips in tandem; you weren't expecting this. All that heavy breathing, encouragement from Shisui and maybe a few a 'good girl’ from Itachi here or there. You're stretched to the limit. Can feel their cocks rubbing against one another through that thin layer of skin that separates your two channels.

Shisui's the first one to bust… again, lucky guy. He's had about five maybe? And Itachi reams his slender hand around your neck. You're so far spent; incapable of an orgasm, beyond belief overstimulated to the point that you're not sure if it's pleasant or not anymore. But it's hot, Shisui biting your shoulder, Itachi's grip tightens a little. He's a bit perturbed you've reached your limit before he could cum, so yea.

Tsukuyomi induced orgasm for you, honey.

Red spun pearls lull and bend your subconscious, all he says in the echo chamber is 'cum.’ Much to your surprise, you do, several times more. All over him as he deposits the hottest load of baby gravy into your cunt, making sure to fuck it in you. Tapping it against your cervix like it was some sort of keg tap. Just knock knock knock genetic coding at your womb. But he apologizes for getting so aggressive once he drops that mild soporific genjutsu and Shisui is trying to not snicker at your disheveled face.

Now honey, you've had a rough night. Let's talk some after care. Lots more kissing, worshipping your amazing body for all the shit it's just been through. Wrapped up like a cocoon and carried off into the main portion of the house.

What do you want? Tea? A movie? A bath?

You can bathe with both of them. Or alone. Whoever you choose. They are definitely going to make sure you are treated with the utmost care and adoration the Uchiha have to offer.

Do you need your leg muscles rubbed? They did go numb at some point. So, you have your bath, Shisui is there while Itachi makes tea. Shisui is such a gentleman though, washing your back. Asking if you want to wash your special areas yourself, he feels like maybe they just violated you, but you laugh out loud at and kiss him softly. 'I got exactly what I asked for.’

And he smiles the full length of his mouth. Such a handsome guy, the bath is rather quick. Itachi's readied the tea, and you can have your own room for the night, but like... ‘what if we all just cuddled and slept in the same bed.' You speak.

‘Hot damn, yes that too,’ Shisui quips. You're like a loaded canon and he is absolutely pulling the trigger finger on that.

Itachi nods and smiles, ‘ok.’

So, you have your tea, maybe even watch a movie but girl you are dead on your ass. You pass out within the first twenty minutes, Shisui finishes your tea and carries you to bed. Gently stationed between them, you just sleep so peacefully and serene.

Yep, and then when the morning comes, it's breakfast time.

[lxmelle]

Geto was loved even in death.

Wouldn’t it be nice if he were judged by his intentions in the afterlife - wherever that was? He had suffered living with the love he had. We see through the eyes of those left behind, that the ill deeds didn’t define him, as strange as that may be to us as readers in the real human world we live in. Geto’s influence and loving nature were far reaching; Gege certainly made him so treasured by many even after his death. If Gojo was touched by his caring influence, this was also Geto’s will he passed onto his students.

NOT spoiler-free as I’ll be referring to the recent chapter, 255.

I wrote this the other day:

And honestly it’s long enough; here’s part 2.

Is it obvious I’m suffering from brainrot? All my drafts from jjk brainrot are rivalling my thesis/dissertation from way back (lol)

Here is more under the cut:

I’m really moved by the reasons for why Miguel and Larue have decided to join in the risky fight against Sukuna.

It’s very obvious that Miguel is reluctant at first. He says he he’d rather terrible curses arrive at his shores than to fight with Sukuna, adding that he doesn’t see himself having any ties with Japan any longer.

We can deduce that this was part of Gojo’s plan for the possibility that he dies/loses, and I had a post about this saved in my drafts - but I guess I never got around to finishing it. Basically, in sum, he will achieve giving Geto a cremation (avenging him) and gets to show off to his students (which he does enjoy) by going all out (soo satisfying), and in the worst case scenario, he loses but gets to go all out, weakens Sukuna (for the rest to handle), and idk if he really is that romantic (so it’s really stsg headcanon fantasising) he will die on the same day as Geto.

The Opening theme is rather beautiful in that it interprets Gojo having the words, “we’ll meet again” stuck in his throat, which he doesn’t say. But I’m a bit weird and tend to separate anime from manga. But it’s worth noting that here.

I digress. Back to Miguel and Larue who have moved to speak privately without Yuta.

In a previous post I wondered aloud about what Yuta knew about Geto from others aside from being villainous and I guess this implies he doesn’t know much, since he wasn’t close to Miguel enough to sit around to chat with them. It makes sense.

Miguel and Larue both agree they followed Geto in jjk 0 because they wanted to see him become King. What does this even mean, really? Gege, you’re missing stuff out again!

Nevertheless, we understand how reluctant Miguel was. He enquires that Larue intends to do, clarifying: is it for revenge or to take Geto’s body back?

And it seems like their main motivation for putting their lives on the line... is to honour Geto’s memory. Like a traditional ritual one makes for the dead (customary in Japan on death anniversaries - not limited to the year, but also number of days).

It’s incredibly moving how much they love him. This is actually what led Miguel to reconsider. We see him go silent as he thinks “...” before he reaches a moment of clarity/a decision.

Tbh I have issues with interpreting his statement in between the two panels (re: hell) in Japanese - it doesn’t directly indicate if he is referring to the former part of the conversation (whether he thinks Geto is in hell), or the latter (he thinks the battle will be hell). The phrasing goes like this: “no matter how I think about it: it’s hell.” - I’m not a native speaker so it’s difficult for me to be certain which is right. But the consensus is as translated above. Larue thinks Geto is in heaven, Miguel thinks it’s hell, and we see the airport scene where presumably Haibara and Riko with Kuroi have been there for over a decade. lol. Who knows!

So the bottom line is… regardless of where they think Geto ends up in the afterlife, Miguel is willing to give Geto a send off that’ll even reach hell. Or, despite it going to be hellish, he will do it. It also seems so heartwarming how they still emphasise family and friendship in wanting to fight together - perhaps things we can surmise had meant something to Geto.

They will fight Sukuna because it is for Geto. Geto was so loved that they would risk themselves - not for a title, not for revenge, but out of … love. Again. That’s pretty damn loving. Can we imagine what Geto did and was to them, for them to experience such loyalty and reverence?

Sadly, it goes without saying that Geto’s body being used as a vessel and puppet by Kenjaku has possibly evoked an emotional response by those who cared for him - namely Mimiko and Nanako, and also Gojo. Arguably, even if it were a death without his body being hijacked, Gojo did refuse to cremate his body or have it processed “by the book” of jjk high through Shoko. If that’s not out of a form of love (or “consideration” as Kenjaku put it), I don’t know what is.

The twins went against what Geto wanted for them (to carry out his will) to fight against immensely power beings in hopes they could bring him home. Those were their reasons to fight. Gojo scheduled 24th December - this was after he teleported to Kenjaku immediately upon unsealing so he could bury Geto. We saw Larue and Miguel’s. Toshihisa is alleged to be quite weak, and despite potentially being considered a son to Geto (if his life situation did mimic that of the twins’ - source: jjk character book), he opts to follow the inherited will as prescribed by Geto.

It’s all love. Geto was loved, I’m telling you. I want to shout if off the rooftops because that man just looked so darned sad and deranged after he lost it.

So. Continuing where I left off: Everyone thus far has had a reason to go into battle with Sukuna. I wonder what / who will actually reach him? I hope it’s Yuji ... and that Megumi will react again at some point. They have their own themes relating to love and purpose. I’ll leave them to someone else more familiar with their characters to write about!

And now I’m going offside quite a bit, but it’s still of relevance to Geto and the theme of love that seems to surround him. Way back to jjk 0 and Hidden inventory.

I wanted to just bring this into the picture as well now that I’m already writing a post on that topic, but please feel free to stop if you’re bored now.

So. Jjk 0!

There were direct parallels with Yuta & Rika and Gojo & Geto. This was also confirmed by the director when discussing their vision for the movie. The light novel also drew a link between Geto and Yuta where they were described as being too sincere for this world.

There is a direct theme of love - the type, is open to interpretation.

Kenjaku also makes reference to this in the Shibuya arc. So to me, it remains relevant. Love in its many forms is somewhere in what Gege wishes to convey thematically.

Within jjk 0, Geto seemed to pursue power but this was also a symbolism where power = love. It is twisted. In light of recent events, we know that the pursuit of power leads to the dilution and even absence of love. Love that gives birth to power becomes cursed. So it seems.

As we know, Yuta bound his lover to himself to gain power.

If only he had Rika (metaphor for love: Gojo) he probably wouldn’t have had to skulk around the shadows consuming curses which he hated doing. Geto was lamenting on the past in the above panels. He probably was determined to carry on, as he vouched to give it all he got (Haibara’s last words to him echoing here).

A flashback to the past:

Geto doesn’t do things in half-measures. To avoid hypocrisy, and I headcanon that it was a merciful killing to protect them from him, he kills his parents. To die by his hands than to be used as a pawn to get to him. For them to see the horrors their son could be capable of. It is so very wrong, and we can see the twisted nature of his love in this interpretation.

And Gojo delivers the ultimate blow that leads to Geto reflecting - depicted by the mysterious ellipses “…..” (gege really likes the reader to work hard huh) - insinuating it is impossible for Geto, so don’t even bother trying. The blossoming possibility of discourse was nipped, as the strength differential was implied - you’re the strongest now, whereas it used to be “we”. There was no more place for Geto; it was probably a misunderstanding. Gojo was protecting everyone in his own way, and the only way he knew how.

For power, Gojo was a source - but Geto couldn’t do that in Shinjuku, nor earlier in the arc, when Gojo himself was on the brink of insanity and deferred to Geto about annihilating humans as he held Riko’s dead body. Geto in the scene above acknowledges their different paths they needed to take - Gojo had a place as part of the elite at the school - Geto was already facing an execution order.

And after hearing Gojo’s condescending tone in an emotionally-fuelled attempt to reach out to him. He turns away to protect his friend from himself, and himself from his friend. Anyway, I touched on this in my previous post. Geto feels they had fought and didn’t deserve a place next to Gojo. But deep inside, even his body remembers the sound of Gojo’s voice, reacting to it when called despite his soul no longer being there.

sigh. Moving on... back to jjk 0:

After witnessing the bonds through willingness to sacrifice and the love between these students, Geto was really moved. Gojo trusted Geto retained his sense of humanity / love / idealism - even if it would lead to him sacrificing himself.

He was finding it difficult anyway:

He could always empathise with love. I suspect he tried his best, but the binding vow for Yuta’s life was also just the cherry on top to make Rika super saiyan.

Kenjaku knew Geto probably could’ve won though, had he been more selfish.

Geto conceded without a fight with Gojo. Maybe it was a matter of trust in that they both knew his living on borrowed time. As the light novel insinuated, this was the only way it could ever end. And Gojo would have to carry the curse that was Geto. This seems... so cruel.

He did his best. He perhaps always wanted the love but set it free.

He did so many things for others in spite of himself, in sacrificing himself, in staining himself with blood drenched hands.

Avenging Riko by killing Sonoda. Note how manipulative “humans” are by using Jujutsu rules against them.

He embraces a life of smoke and daggers. Living in lies and half truths in order to live, survive, and find justice in a wicked world.

Watch me closely, I’ll protect you, I’ll avenge you, this is how you protect yourself.

This is the path I’ve chosen.

I’m not saying he was right or justifiable. His character is just tragic. The system had set him and others to fail.

The worm foreshadows Geto’s maternal nature. Calling him “okaasan”. I mean, this very worm had a binding vow with Toji. And now it calls for a new owner? I’m not sure if Gege had anything else in mind with this... is the womb protrusion domain Geto’s? But that’s tied to a sorcerer’s soul…. Anyway, I digress again. (Sorry). Geto did have a martyr complex and was written captivatingly well by Gege. The extra touches where how he has been perceived by others and the effect he has (and continues to have) on those we see.

And I just want to leave this heartbreaking thing here:

Source from twitter/now X:

Wouldn’t it be so sweet for Geto to get one (love declaration) at the end of his life, regardless of the way you perceive Gojo and Geto’s relationship?

Wouldn’t it be nice for him if he could know that his family who he instructed to flee had all loved him, adored him, and would honour his sacrifice in differing ways...

Instead, a form of love meant his body was desecrated and used by Kenjaku. His girls were killed, and his full potential was not quite realised at all.

If only things were different.

Gojo should have kept him in his basement!

But at least, I think, Gege is giving Geto some love even after his death.

For that I’m thankful.

And thanks for reading if you made it this far with my rambling!

If you want something more light hearted I have a fluffy fic up on AO3 (it isn’t great but i enjoyed writing it to fantasise about what happens at the airport) and if you want more angst and pain, please browse my tags (lol).

[universesweetheart]

Negotiation (Dazai x Reader)

Pushing the chubby Dazai agenda, he's so cute! Look at his little belly, im gonna cry it's so cute!! Missing him terribly.

In which we bribe him with affection and feed him

Read my other dazai oneshots here, here & here This has been in my draft for soo long, but I got a job and forgot about it. Happy late Diwali!

Bye now - Mars ♡

Out of everything you saw yourself doing this year, dating an overdramatic enigmatic manchild who whines like a baby was not one of them.

How did you get here? You started officially dating Dazai a few months ago, you two were exclusive. Before that you probably fooled around for a year, flirting here and there, and going on dates, random hook ups but somewhere along the way, you fell for each other. Hard.

It did have a trial and error period and you did have to set some firm boundaries, because as much as fooling around with him was fun, you craved the security of knowing this wasn’t some meaningless fling to him.

Fast forward to being exclusive with Dazai, he’s an amazing partner. His genius brain is quick to pick up on even the smallest changes and he reads you like an open book. He’s affectionate and he always finds money, granted never his own, to spend on you. He’s great in bed and he’s sweet with words. The list goes on. He’s almost perfect.

However, he’s not the best at opening up, he can talk your ear off without revealing a single thing about his mind. His heart. He also tends to neglect himself very much, at first you thought it was just temporary work stress but even when he’s away from work he does it.

At first you noticed how he only puts in efforts when you’re around, and the longer your relationship went on, the less effort he made. The biggest issue you have is how he so carelessly skips meals. It makes you angry but after some thoughts and rants to your cat, you’ve decided to bribe him.

You wanted to be subtle about it but honestly, he probably already picked up on it. You’re convinced he just allows you to do what you want.

You started off small and your plan was to gradually build him up to regular meals.

The first time you did it, it was as simple as feeding him a bite from your snack. A simple yogurt bowl with fruits and a “Mm, try this, it’s good” and stuffing his mouth with a spoonful of yogurt and berries.

That became a regular habit you did, giving him small bites of your snacks whether that be protein bars, cookies, chocolates. This then transferred into your meals, purposefully adding more to your plate so you can whine about not finishing it and offering the rest to him so he can.

That didn’t last long, he quickly caught on your little act and urge you to feed it to your cat instead.

Then the brilliant idea of bribing him with kisses and affection to eat came about. It started with an argument and then you two not speaking for two days. Angry as you were, you decided to deny him of your hugs and you two slept with you backs to each other, you slept at least. Dazai stayed up and drank his feelings. The second night he didn’t even come home, God knows where he were.

The third day you two resolved your little conflict and with some probing, sweet words, kissing and negotiation you got Dazai to eat at least one full meal a day.

You both agreed on that. Baby steps, one meal a day, it’s better than drinking alcohol and eating tinned crab almost every day.

Right now, you were both on the couch, you on his lap with his arms lazily slung around you. You had a small bowl of rice and stir-fried vegetables along with some eggs.

You held the chopsticks up to his lips and looks at him in his eyes, “Please” you looked down at his lips, “For me” you watched as he hesitantly opened his mouth and took the food and chewed and swallowed.

Placing a kiss on his forehead you praised him for his first bite.

Then you repeated that until the bowl of food was almost finished, feeding him, kissing him, praising him.

After he managed to finish, you placed the bowl down and caress his cheeks, “You did so good, m’proud” you mumbled and kisses him. Your hands cupped his face, lips brushing against his cheeks, the tip of his nose, the crease of his brows, his temple, his jawline. Just anywhere your lips found, you placed sweet kisses.

He smiled and you felt like you’d melt away and fall off the couch if it weren’t for his arms around you. “Thank you, Bella” He mumbles quietly, and you can’t help but capture his lips in another sweet kiss. You feel his hands squeeze your waist, pulling you closer to him as he desperately returns your kiss.

He pulls away from you, his brows furrowed, and he belched and it catches you off guard. Dazai looks at you, awaiting your reaction and when he saw your smile and heard a little giggle, it triggered his own smile.

“I really am proud of you, Osamu”

[milaswriting]

Update. — 27th June 2023.

Happy Pride Month 🌈 to those who have been celebrating. Much love to you all.

It's been a while since a progress update which isn't great from me, but now I'm posting one with a much neater and more professional look. My thoughts are that I'll post these at least once a month so readers are always kept in the loop as I feel like I've kept you all in the dark recently about what’s been going on. Anywhoo…

Firstly, I finished my undergraduate degree! My results that came out confirmed that I'll be graduating. I’m graduating with a 1st which is the highest degree classification that can be awarded in the UK — so, this writer is kinda smart and will be throwing a grad cap in the air — so that's kind of a huge personal accomplishment!

But more importantly, in interactive fiction terms anyway, I finished chapter 10! It's done. She's a chunky chapter that's full of loads of... stuff and drama! There's so much going on in the chapter: angst, comfort, a new character, found family — so you're in for a ride, to say the least.

I made a few changes too. The reader can choose/input their own pronouns, your mc can choose whether or not they wear glasses, there are new graphics for those that play with a black background (shown below!), alongside some editorial stuff — new choices etc. It's now with the beta readers.

On top of chapter 10, there's also Tumblr stuff that will be made available. I've had a cool, chapter 10 sneak peek edit in my drafts that I'll be posting tomorrow. I hit a follower milestone, so when the public update is out I'll be doing a follower giveaway.

Soo, as an overview: in eight months I wrote a 10k word dissertation, bagged a degree, got accepted to do a master's degree, and finished writing a 73k word chapter. So, whilst I hate that this update has been a long time coming, a lot of academic stuff happened in my life which made a lot of things hectic.

I really appreciate you being patient with me. I know it's not easy or fun waiting for wip updates, but there is a Golden one on the horizon and I hope it will be worth the wait.

[yunxi-11085]

“The star of the void.”

× part 1 - meeting

part 2 - the voice

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˚ · . pairs ¡ hsr men(&women) x gn! reader

˚ · . sypnosis ¡ “you didn't know how you got here, in the world of your favorite game.

You just remembered being approached by a man, you dont remember.

Why- cant you remember?

You were the newest member of the astral express somehow, and - yet why do these characters- people, like you so much?

"don't worry, i have the perfect little plan."

TLDR; You were suddenly thrown into the world of Honkai Star Rail, right after speaking to an unknown man. but it doesnt seem to be the only confusing thing happening. ”

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"hello, there."

a young man slightly taller than you, approached you. leaning against the balcony and facing you.

"hm?" you hummed, looking back at the man.

"i was wondering if you played Honkai: Star Rail, the game that recently launched" he said.

your eyes lit up the moment you heard that name, and the man noticed as well. he chuckled as you said "i do! its my favorite game!"

"how did you know?"

"your bag has quite an interesting amount of HSR merch" he pointed at your bag, you realized and flusteredly nodded. you are quite a fanatic, as someone once said Star Rail is taking over your life quite literally.

"soo.. what are your favorite characters?" you said, leaning on the balcony. you smiled excitedly. wanting to know more of this person

"haha, i must say, i like [▇▇▇▇▇] the most. that character is my favorite." that— you don't remember, you don't remember which character they said. but you remember getting super excited when you heard it.

as the conversation goes on, you felt— something warm building in your chest. It made you feel giddy. you don't know how, and what to call it.

was it love? or the joy of meeting a fellow HSR player? what was it?

that was when the question popped up. "If you could choose to live in star rail, would you?" you replied, "absolutely!

i think i would be really happy if I could live in a world like star rail."

maybe in the future, you would regret ever saying this

you said as you stared at the dark sky, gazing at the stars. you didn't notice the man smiling.

"i agree. in a world like star rail, i would be happy despite the many dangers, like stellarons. atleast the trailblazers could save us" you nodded at his words, agreeing.

you felt lightheaded at his words, you blinked your eyes at him. "mhm..." you hummed, eyes threatening to close on you

you look at the man, and he smiles at you. "it seems like our time is up"

?

you were confused, but you couldnt say anything as you felt darkness creep at the edges of your vision, and he raised his hand and covered your eyes.

the last thing you heard, was

"good night, although you might not remember me. but we will meet again."

and you fell in the arms of the man.

end note¡ : its been so long since i've last written a fic??? i swear its been months or prob a year.. also hi 1st hsr fic, i have another one in drafts but i have no idea how to write it.

crossposted on AO3 ¡ here.

[nicholaslefthand]

~Fluffy Hair~

Characters: Choi Beomgyu x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

TW: Knifes (reader cuts themselves), neck kisses, reader gets called grandma as a joke!

W/C: 669

A/n: Dividers by @cafekitsune !!

I was so excited to see my boyfriend today! We haven't seen each other in like- 8 days (it hasn't even been a day). I reach for my phone and look at the time to see when he would get there. 'Hm.. It's only 3:27 PM. And he's coming at 4:30 PM..! I miss him so much-!' I thought as I went to the kitchen to make some lunch for myself. 'How about I make some rice? And maybe also some veggies? Yeah, that sounds nice...' I thought again as I arrived in the kitchen and got out everything for making some rice and veggies.

I set the cutting board down and put some green onion on it to start chopping that. Just as I was about to start though, someone knocked frantically on the front door of my apartment. "AHH-!" I hiss at the sting of cutting myself and quickly held a cloth to the bleeding wound and walk to the front door to open it to see my boyfriend standing there with some flowers in hand, "SURPRISE-! OH MY GOD WHAT HAPPENED?!" My boyfriend yells as he quickly comes inside and puts the flowers on the table next to the front door and then takes the cloth, that now has a blood stain on it, off of my finger and examines the wound. "I cut myself when you scared me by frantically knocking at the door." I say with a sigh at the end. "OH-! I'm sorry... I didn't mean to-" "I know, Gyu... It's fine." My hand that wasn't bleeding, reached out to caress his cheek and press a kiss to his cheek. Beomgyu pouts and presses a kiss to my forehead, "Still... It's my fault that you cut yourself..." He furrows his eyebrows and looks really guilty. "It's just a little cut, Gyu... I'm not dying... I'm fine!" I laugh a little and squish his cheek. He shrieks and then starts laughing. "Ow- Okay thank you Grandma! I love you too!" He jokingly says and I giggle and say in a grandma voice: "That good to know, dear~! Granny loves you soo~ much!" And then I kiss him on the lip while still giggling. Then something else catches my eyes. "OH MY GOODNESS- YOU LET YOUR HAIR GROW OUT!!!" I scream in joy and then leap closer to him to play with his hair. "UH! ITS SO FLUFFY!!" I squeal in complete happiness and continue playing with it. "Baby- your finger..." He grasps my attention back to his words and then I realize that I'm still bleeding. "Oh- yeah..." I giggle nervously and then start walking back towards the kitchen to clean the wound and put a plaster on it. Then as I turn around, I jump again as Beomgyu silently moved behind me and was making no sound, so I don't know that he moved there. "Oh god-! Stop scaring me!" I lightly smack his chest and huff out. He laughs and then hands me the bouquet he wanted to give me before. "Surprise baby..." He softly kisses my cheek when I take the bouquet. I laugh at the tickling feeling and then press a kiss to his lips. "Thank you, my love..." I whisper against his lips and peck him again. I turn around and take out a vase for the flowers and place them inside after putting some water in it. Beomgyu wraps his arms around me and starts pecking my neck. I put my hands into his hair from my position in front of him and play with it. "Your hair is so soft, love..." "Thank you..." He chuckles and then puts his chin on my shoulder and relishes in the feeling on my hands in his hair. "How about you put all that stuff back where it belongs, and we order something in to eat?" I nod at that and make move to take my phone from the back pocket of my jeans. "What should we order?"

Hii! Sorry for not posting for a long time, I had a massive writers block and didn't know what to do against it...😔 I'll try to make as many drafts as possible at the moment to post some things when I don't have motivation to write something new. Anyway- I hope you enjoyed and have a great day / night and make sure to eat and drink water!