#this idea came to me when i was absolutely obliterated

[marauderz]

The professor if he took over Shanes body instead of ryans:

[opalici0us]

Coming Down | | Suguru Geto

pairings- Geto x fem!reader

synopsis- Geto just wants to make it up to you

content- 18+ MNDI, smut, fwb trope, toxic(Geto comes off as manipulative), Geto has comitment issues, he’s just a red flag, neck kissing/sucking, fingering, oral(f!receiving), praise, p in v sex, missionary, spit(Geto spits in readers mouth), breeding, pet names(baby, princess), Gojo makes a cameo!!

inspo: Coming Down by The Weeknd

wc- 3.2k

It was two in the morning. Geto was all alone; you weren’t picking up any of his calls. 

“Pick up the phone, dammit Y/N.”

Geto barely remembered tonight or that's what he was telling himself. 

Everything started fine, you two were lounging around on his couch, waiting for your friends to come over. His mind was blank until you asked the three-word question he’d hoped wouldn’t ever come up. “Suguru, what are we?” Your words hung heavy in the air as Geto felt his throat close up.

“Aren’t we just friends..?”

He knew by the look on your face how big of an impact his words had on you. As if a switch went off in your brain, you yelled at him. A full serge of emotions, Geto could only silently watch you obliterate every part of him with his jaw wide open. You gathered all your things, adding one final “fuck you!” before slamming his door shut.

About an hour after you left your friends came over. Gojo tried to ask what happened only to get met with a shrug from Geto. Around 10:30 pm, Geto was high out of his mind ranting to just as faded Gojo about what happened while the rest of the group was distracted.

“Like I just don’t understand, is she unhappy with how it is now? I just...I give her so much of me and I don’t know man.” Geto rambled mindlessly while Gojo pretended to understand but was too gone to process anything. “Maybe just uh...uh talk to her somethin’.” Gojo shrugged, still trying to piece everything.

“Satoru…you’re a fuckin’ genius. I’m gonna talk to her, tell her how I feel!” Geto slapped Gojo on the back, before pulling his phone out to text you. This was a horrible idea. He was too angry even to be civil with you. 

When you saw the texts coming in one after another, you actually felt bad for a second for asking him “such a stressful question.” until you gained some consciousness, seeing how he completely dismissed your feelings and was pulling the victim card. You clapped back, each text sent back and forth getting more and more vicious. His messages stung, claiming “I don’t need you at all.” or “I’ll just find someone else to fuck.” 

This lasted for around 15 minutes until Gojo finally processed what happened between you two. He yanked the phone out of Getos' hands, knowing he’d regret everything but the damage was already done.

Everyone had left a while ago. Geto was now all alone with his thoughts as the high wore off.

Voice mail after voice mail, he was getting damn tired of hearing it. He knew this was all his fault, that he should have just talked to you the first time around. It’s not like he didn’t like you, he thought about you more than he’d ever like to admit. Geto absolutely adored you. 

He told himself this would be his last attempt at reaching you. He tapped your contact, prepping himself for the worst. He was so lost in thought he didn’t even hear you pick up until your voice popped out at him. “What?” Your voice was snappy, but he knew he deserved this for being such a dick. 

Geto wasn’t expecting you to pick up, not after you ignored all 16  previous calls. “Hey…we should talk.” 

“Yeah? ‘S that right?” Geto could hear the bitterness in your tone. “What is there to talk about? So you can belittle me again? Tell me how much you don’t need me? How much stress and anxiety I caused you?” Your words were nothing but the brutal truth. He could only cringe, remembering how much a jack-ass he was to you.

“Please, just listen to me I–”

“No! You’re such a– I just can’t right now. I don’t have anything else left to say to you,” Your voice quivered through the phone, he could hear every sharp breath you took. “Is it so bad that maybe I wanna be more than whatever this is with you? I don’t get you! You’re sweet to me and then the next you’re a dick and–” 

“I’m scared, okay?! Now, listen to me…please,” He took your silence on the other line as a signal to go forth. “I know, I’m a mess. I shouldn’t have said the things I said. I wasn’t sober and I know that isn’t an excuse. I really wanna see you. I don’t want to have this conversation over the phone, so please come over. I need you, despite what I said, I really really fucking need you, this isn’t a booty call. Please…Y/N.” The desperation in his voice was evident. 

Your side of the line went silent for what felt like an eternity. “Fine…I’ll be over in 10.” 

“See you soon.”

Geto sat on his couch, anxiously waiting for your arrival. He was dizzy from still coming down from the high but also from the intense pressure he felt in his stomach from the thought of seeing you. What was he even going to say to you? He knew an “I’m sorry.” wouldn’t cut it. Pulling himself out of his mind he heard three knocks on his door. With shaky steps, he opened the door to see your face. He felt a pang of guilt in his heart, it was obvious to anyone that you had been crying due to the red veins prominent in your eyes.

“Wow…you look uh…rough,” Ouch…Your words were like a slap to the face. “You sure you only smoked?” You shook your head, his hair was slightly messy, and his eyes were blood, paired with eyebags and chapped lips.

“Well, aren’t you sweet?” Geto retorted. Did he really look that bad?

“Hey! I have every right, especially after you were such a dick to me,” You gave him a look of disgust, shoving lightly on his shoulder. Geto couldn’t argue with that. “So…are gonna invite me in or punish me some more by making me stand out here..?” 

Geto held himself back from rolling his eyes, repeating to himself over and over again that he deserved this treatment. He held the door wide open, motioning with his hand for you to enter.

You both sat down awkwardly sat down on the couch beside one another. Both of your bodies were painfully stiff as the silence ate the room up.

“So–” You both said at the same time, an awkward laugh resonating in your ears.

“Go ahead.”

Geto took a deep breath, trying to calm himself and find the right words. He was still a bit dazed. “For starters, I’m sorry. I said some pretty shitty things, things I don’t mean. I wasn’t in the right state of mind. I was faded and I was upset about how you left and…I guess I forgot what you mean to me.”

You sat there, staring into his brown eyes. Your mind was going over his words. You wanted to believe him…so badly. There was still one part that wanted to slap him across the face and tell him to never call you again and another part of you that just wanted to pepper him in kisses, tell him you forgive him. As you were about to speak, Geto spoke again.

“I know it’s not an excuse. I’m a dick to you, I know that. I’m scared and I can’t give you what you want but the idea of losing you drives me insane and I’m willing to try. I’m crazy about you, Y/N. I like you. I know I said I didn’t need you and that I can just find someone else to fuck but... I can’t, I only think about you. I only want you.” 

You felt your mouth go dry at his sudden confession. You could hear the sincerity in his voice, the way his voice quivered when he spoke, how his eyes softened. You watched his hand reach over to hold your hand. His hands were cold and clammy, you could tell how anxious he was at this moment. You had to say something…anything.

“Suguru…” You paused and brought his hand up to your lips, pressing a gentle kiss on his knuckles. “I know you’re sorry but you said some fucked up things. I wanna forgive you but I also…don’t want to at the same time.” You saw the way his face dropped at your words, his grip on your hand tightened. You hesitantly pulled him down to rest his head in the crook of your neck.

Chills went up and down your spine feeling his hot breath against your neck. You could smell the remnants of weed on him mixed in with his cologne. He felt so warm against you. You were so torn.

“How…how can I make it up to you?” Geto asked softly, as his arms snaked themselves around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You shivered at the contact. Your heartbeat picked up rapidly as you melted into his arms, running your fingers through his long raven hair. Your body always reacted this way to his touch. Geto was truly your weakness. Your breath hitched feeling his lips slowly start to lightly kiss the side of your neck. 

“Suguru.” You gasped his name soothingly. He didn’t say anything, as he started to get more aggressive with his kisses. You could feel his tongue trace up your neck just under your jawline as he sucked on the skin, adding his mark. 

“I wanna make you feel good, worship every part of your body.” He mumbled against your skin as his lips made their way up your own. His words sent a wave of arousal between your legs.

You hummed feeling his lips press against your own. His fingers dug into your waist, pulling you closer once again. Geto swiped his tongue along your bottom lip teasingly before venturing into your mouth. His tongue danced with yours, tasting you. One hand moved off your last to trail up for thigh, massaging it gently. You parted your legs for him, silently giving him consent. 

Geto moved his hand further and further up your inner thigh. He could feel the heat from your core without even touching it. His fingers taunting grazed your clothed cunt that was aching for his touch. “Can I?” He asked against your lips. You nodded your head, moving your hips forward trying to get more friction from his fingers. Geto slipped his hand into your pajama shorts and panties, his fingers immediately finding your clit rubbing little circles on it. 

He broke away from the kiss so he could watch your face contort into pleasure. “You’re so wet for me.” He moved his fingers away from your clit down to your entrance. Pushing two fingers in slowly, watching how your eyebrows furrowed together. 

“Shiiit, oh–Suguru.” You moaned out softly. You wrapped your hand around his wrist, grinding against his hand to stimulate your clit as the pad of his fingers found and massaged your sensitive spot. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your jaw went slack. Geto leaned down to your neck to kiss and suck on the sensitive skin once again.

He groaned feeling your sticky walls slowly start to pulse around his fingers, he could tell you were so close to cumming. “You close? I can feel her squeezin’ my fingers so tight.” He got rougher with his movements. 

“Oh my godd, fuck fuck, m’gonna cum Sugu.” You cried out, throwing your head back as you your thighs clamped together as he brought you to your orgasm. Your cum dripping into his palm.

“Fuckkk, you did so good, so good, princess. Such a good girl.” He pulled his hand out of your shorts, bringing his fingers to his mouth to suck them clean, making sure to maintain eye contact. His member throbbed just from tasting your sweet cum. “Mmm, you’re so sweet. I need more, wanna feel you cum on my tongue. Please.” 

“B-but what about you?” You gasped feeling him scoop you up into his arms, carrying you away to his bedroom.

“Baby, I told you I wanted to worship you, make you feel good. So let me, yeah?” He gently placed you down on the edge of the bed. His fingers tugged on your bottoms, taking them off along with your panties.

 He got down onto his knees, placing both of your legs on his shoulders. He teasingly kissed each side of your inner thighs, inching his face closer to your dripping cunt. He licked your folds, making you hiss and arch your back off the bed. He finally stuck his tongue into you, feeling the wetness coat his tongue. He swiped the tip of his tongue on your swollen bud a few times before sucking it into his mouth. “Hmmmm.” He groaned, shaking his head back and forth adding to the stimulation.

You propped yourself up onto your elbows to look down at him. His eyes were closed as he sucked harder on your clit. “Oh fuck! Don’t stop.” You squirmed as his tongue worked you, he moved his hand on your thigh to place his on your pelvis. Moving his tongue away he used his thumb to rub your clit so he could fuck you with his tongue. “Sugu! Ahhh oh my–fuckk.” Your arms gave out on you, feeling his tongue venture inside you. 

With all this pleasure your orgasm crashed over you, and your fingers dug into the sheets. “I’m cumming, cummin’!” Your hips bucked up, and Geto pressed you firmly down on you to keep you still. He opened his eyes to watch your shake above his. His eyes widened feeling your walls clamp down around his tongue, your sweet cum flooding into his mouth. He pulled away and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You’re so sweet, I could eat you out for hours,” He crawled up to you, pushing his groin against your pelvis. You could feel how hard he was. “But I really need to fuck you.” He whispered in your ear, as his hand went under your shirt. Massaging your breast through your bra. “Tell me you want me to.”

“Sugu, need you bad. Wan’ you to fuck me.” You tugged on the hem of his shirt, wanting it off of him. He moved up a bit allowing you to strip him free from his shirt, he did the the same to you. He put his arm behind your back to free your breasts.

“Fuuuck, these are so pretty too.” Getos mouth fell open admiring your hard nipples. “Gotta give these pretty girls some attention too.” He took both of your boobs into his hands massaging them, his mouth moving to the right one to suck on the nipple, swirling his tongue around it. While his finger paid attention to the other, pinching your nipple between his pointer and thumb finger, rolling it between his fingers.

“Sugu, please, just fuck me.” You whined and tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging on it lightly. “I need to feel you inside me, baby.” 

Geto felt his pre-cum leak from his tip at your words, he pulled off your tit with a wet pop. “I love it when you talk dirty to me. Makes me so fucking hard.” Geto growled and stood up, swiftly taking his jeans off along with his boxers. His tip was an angry red from being neglected this whole time. “M’gonna fuck you sooo good, baby.”

He positioned himself on the bed between your legs, parting them wide enough for him to fit. He teasingly rubbed his tip against your overstimulated clit. “J-just put in Suguru.” You wiggled your hips enticingly. 

“So desperate for me, god, you're so cute.” Geto smiled and shook his head. He finally brought his fat tip down to your entrance, slowly pressing himself inside you with little to no resistance due to you cumming two times already. But you were still just as tight. “Oh shiiit, mmmhm,” He pushed in inch by inch, finally filling you to the hilt. “M’gonna move now, okay?” He threw your legs onto his shoulders, sinking in even deeper as he pressed your knees to your chest.

“Mmmph, yes please move.” You nibbled onto your bottom lip, watching his cock start to thrust in and out of your, the way your skin rippled when he’d give a harder stroke. You felt butterflies in your stomach watching him. 

“Look at me, wanna see that pretty face when I fuck your brains out.” Geto puts his hand on your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “Yeahh, just like that. You’re so f-full of me.” He groaned and gave you much deeper strokes, his jaw falling open into an ‘o’ as he felt your cunt squeeze around him even tighters.

“Mmmm, yeahhh, fuck you’re gonna make me cum.” He could feel your juices drip down him as thrusted in and out. His cock-head hitting your soft spot over and over again, making your toes curl. You moved your arms to wrap around his neck. Your mouth feel open, Geto took the opportunity to lean down closer to you, spitting into your mouth. His cock twitched inside you, watching as you greedily swallowed it up.

“M-more.” You begged him and held your mouth open with your tongue out.

“You’re so nasty, I love it.” He leaned down, letting his saliva trickle down to your tongue, swallowing it up again. Watching you be like this pushed him even closer to the edge. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. “Oh fuck, m’gonna cum. Gonna fill you up? You want that? T-to be full of me? Full of my cum?”

“Yesyesyes, please. I’m gonna cum too, cum with me.” You whimpered out, feeling a knot form in your stomach as your thighs began to shake. Geto messily thrusted into you, groaning loudly as he felt your walls flutter around him, forcing him to his own orgasm as white ropes of his cum filled you to the brim. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re milking me dry.” He gave you a few more deep thrusts, pressing his forehead against yours. “You did such a good job, you’re so beautiful.” He gently kissed you while relishing in your tightness for a few more seconds. He reluctantly pulled out and laid beside you in the bed.

You lay there beside him, looking sweetly at him, while he pushed a sweaty strand of hair away from your face. Despite him saying it wasn’t a “booty call.” it ended like one. Pulling yourself back to reality and reminding yourself why you came here in the first place. You reluctantly sat up. “I’m gonna head home.” You cleared your throat and were about to stand up when Geto held tightly onto your arm.

“Please stay, spend the night.” Geto has never let you spend the night before, he usually leaves or tells you you should head home. 

“Y-you sure?” You look back at him, trying to search for any uncertainty on his face but there wasn’t any. If anything he looked desperate.

“Please, I’m trying this with you, so please give me a chance to prove that I’m serious about this, serious about you.” You couldn’t help but smile at his words. 

“Alright, I’ll stay.”

You two lay in each other's embrace. Geto wasn’t sure how this would go but he was willing to try this for you. 

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Here’s a Jason idea for you: imagine a criminal he’s fighting as Red Hood suddenly mentions you, by name, to mess with Jason. Jay would absolutely obliterate the criminal, but that leaves the question of how his enemies know about you… I love the potential for angst/protective Jason 😍 Also, I love your writing so much, it always makes my day to see you on my feed! Thank you for sharing your writings 💞🥰

Tw: blood and violent stuff.

Also thank you for enjoying my stuff! It’s really appreciated and makes me wanna write a lot more in the future. It’s just nice being reminded that people do like the stuff that I put out and not hate it as much as I do when looking back on them.🤣 🦦

A well placed punch to the face landed the criminal flat on his back as he groaned upon impact and was currently struggling to get back up to his feet, only to be pinned by a heavy combat boot weighing down on his chest. Finally Jason had caught up with the drug dealer that had been lurking near children and vulnerable adults alike for the past couple of days, and right where he wanted him too.

‘It’s such a shame that you caught me as fast as you did RedHood because just you came along, I was going to pay one last person a visit before the night was over.’ The criminal smiled, showing off his blood stained teeth in the process, his smile then became a grimace as Jason put more of his weight onto his chest. ‘Well it was a good thing that i came when I did because after tonight, you won’t be selling drugs to anyone anymore, that I can guarantee.’ Jason growled, feeling his blood boil hotter for every second that he didn’t put a bullet in this assholes head.

‘What was their name?’ The criminal trailer off, not heading Jason’s warning and throwing his head back and laughing. ‘Oh right now I remember, it’s Y/n. What a pretty name for an even prettier person.’ Jason froze at the mention of your name, his blood had gone cold but his anger skyrocketed at the insinuation of you being placed in any sort of danger. Whether it be by a drug dealer or otherwise, the same conclusion was to be expected with Jason and that was that he would personally hunt down every last thug, drug dealer and crime lord that ever dared to speak your name.

Jason wordlessly then grabbed the criminal by the collar of his shirt and threw him into a wall with all his strength. Watching on as the scumbag crumpled the floor as he then began to stalk towards him before gradually breaking out into a run and brutally ramming his knee into the criminals head. Jason wasn’t done there though, not by a long shot. He wanted the make the bastard pay for having your name come out of his filthy mouth, he wanted to tear him limb from limb, put him back together again so that he could rip him limb from limb all over again before ever giving him the satisfaction of death.

‘You will never, ever, ever bring anyone to harm ever again! Not while I’m here, not while I’m still breathing and able bodied enough to tear you fuckers to bits!’ Jason hissed pure venom as each of his punches become more and more brutal then the last, his knuckles were going to bruise like hell and hurt like hell too, but the pain and punishment he’d receive would be all worthwhile if it meant keeping you safe and sound. Jason would gladly taken on any punishment anyone could throw at him if it meant you remained unscathed, he’d happily gain more scars on his body if it meant that you could sleep easier at night, Jason always had your best interests in mind whenever he was clearing the streets of Gotham.

He was doing it for you, he was doing it for the kids at Crime Alley, he was doing it so that everyone could have a peace of mind; And he didn’t care about the methods he took to obtaining that.

It wasn’t long until the criminal stopped moving all together, Jason didn’t care that his fists were stained with blood, he just stood up and left the criminal in the alleyway where he was brutally beaten to death and headed home; to you with a heavy mind and a growing pit within his stomach because if a low life scumbag like him knew you by name…then who else did? Black mask? Penguin? Two face? Scarecrow? Carmine Falcone? He didn’t like to think about this one but does Joker know? All these thoughts running through Jason’s head didn’t do him a whole lot of good with his ever growing sense of dread and slight paranoia; He had to get to you and he had to get to you now before anything else happened before the night ended.

‘I’m coming baby, just please still be there when I get home, please don’t let them take you away from me.’ Jason muttered under his breath as he pushed himself forward as he ran from rooftops to rooftop, determined to make it to the apartment before anyone else does because if they did, may god have mercy on their souls because Jason would go to war for you and will violently cut anyone down to size if they were to come between him and you; For nothing got between you and Jason and if they did, Jason would make sure to deal with it before it became more of a problem.

‘Sweetheart? Are you in here?’ Jason called as he slammed the door behind him.

‘Jason? What’s-‘ you rushed into the room and gasped upon seeing the dried blood on his knuckles and his paling face as though he looked about to pass out where he stood. ‘Oh my god.’ You whispered as you rushed towards Jason who rushed towards you, arms out stretched to grasp your waist while your hands held his face. ‘What happened out there? I thought you said it was a simple mission.’ You said, concerned for Jason as he seemingly let out a sigh of relief and rested his forehead against yours.

‘It was meant to be a simple mission but then…’

‘Then what?’ You asked, stroking his cheeks reassuringly and feeling him melt into your touch like he did every night he came home from a long patrol or mission, but he also did it when he needed to feel you on him after waking up from a nightmare.

‘He said your name chipmunk.’ Jason squeezed his eyes shut as though he was trying to rid himself of the events that happened early on and focus on the feeling of your thumbs caressing his cheeks lovingly instead. ‘He said your name -clear as day I heard him say it- and before I knew it I was wailing on him until he stopped moving…all because he said how he was going to come for you next and I couldn’t…’ Jason paused to regulate his breathing that he hadn’t noticed had become fast and uneven the more his mind lingered on that small detail. ‘I couldn’t let him do that. I won’t let them take you from me. Never.’ He then tightens his grip on your waist as he kept uttering the extent he was willing to go to keep you in his life under his breath, almost as though it were a prayer or a promise, which ever one it was you weren’t quite sure but you let Jason squeeze you against his chest with his strong arms like a stress toy to his hearts desire.

‘It’s okay Jaybirdie. I’m right here, can’t you feel my warmth? Hear my voice? I’m right here baby. So you can squeeze me, hold me, cuddle me as much as you need to feel alright again because I’m not going anywhere with my Jaybird.’ You said loud enough for him to hear over his thoughts, pressing kisses into anywhere that you had access to, whether it be his shoulders, face, neck, forehead, you’d plant several kisses to each of those areas respectively. You may act calm but much like Jason, you too didn’t like the idea of some random criminal knowing your name. The implications of that were endless and it would be enough to put anyone on edge or even over it depending on their mental state, and to put it lightly Jason’s mental state wasn’t the healthiest.

The occasional whimper and sniff that came from him only made your heart hurt even more that you were willing to put aside your own fears about the situation to instead focus on comforting Jason, who must be feeling it ten times worse then you were, but it was the fact that in this moment you were bonded by a shared fear but that fear could be eventually overcame by the pair of you working together. ‘It’s okay baby it’s okay, we’re not going anywhere, they can’t make us because we’re stronger together.’ You spoke into the skin of his cheek as you finished pressed a thousand kisses onto them.

‘Stronger together.’ Jason echoed as he pressed himself further against you to feel you closer to him. ‘We’re stronger together.’ You smiled softly, seeing that you finally go through to him somewhat. However you were more than willing to stand in this position all night if it meant bringing Jason back from the edge within his mind because nothing was more important than having your Jason back.

‘That’s right baby.’ You cooed. ‘We’re stronger together, nothing will tear us apart.’

‘Promise?’ Jason asked looking deep into your eyes, it felt as though he was looking at you rather then through you which has your breath hitching in your throat momentarily.

‘I promise.’

[churipu]

CUTIE ! — JJK MEN & THEIR PARTNER WHO WEARS CUTE SOCKS

featuring. itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, todo aoi x reader

warnings. none :)

note. i was wearing this really cute pair of socks with very cute frog motives and just got this idea out of nowhere, i kept asking myself how jjk men would react with having a partner who likes to wear cute socks. also for requests, i'm working on them! so they will be coming out one by one anytime soon <33 (and i've been having a todo brainrot lately, we need more fics of him :(( )

ITADORI YUUJI. i feel like yuuji fanboys when he sees you in your cute socks, he clutches onto his chest and just thinks about how he got such a cute partner. and i feel like yuuji will buy you socks when he's out, for a mission, for a hangout, on a date with you. there will at least be one pair of socks that he takes home with him.

yuuji thinks about you so much sometimes he remembers what socks you have and don't have — and every time he sees one that you don't have for sale, he wastes no time in buying them for you.

"baby, look!"

you look at him dangling two matching pom pom purin socks, "you got that for me? oh my gosh, i've been wanting to buy them for some time now! how did you get them?"

"i saw these while i was walking back and immediately thought of you, so i bought it for you!"

yuuji just loves watching you wear cute socks, especially the one he buys for you. he won't stop in buying them for you in the future.

fun fact: he got you a box of sanrio matching socks so the two of you could match.

GOJO SATORU. absolutely. loves. your. collection. he treats them like his own, would gush over how cute they are on you and would try to look for more. gojo is totally that person who sees you wearing them and immediately tries to find the same motive with his size so he could match you.

he wants to match with his partner.

he is so that "matching outfits" type of boyfriend, loves it when you ask him to accompany you to buy more socks. i feel like he would literally drop whatever he's doing even if it's important (unless it's a mission) and just teleports over to you.

"okay, let's go shopping."

"aren't you in a meeting?"

"no, they cancelled." obvious lie, he just didn't want to be left out — he has to be in on it when you get your socks. and if you come home from somewhere with a pair, he'd literally break down.

"you.. how could you do this to me y/n? i trusted you!"

"satoru, i just bought socks! what do you mean?"

"exactly. fake people everywhere i go." big baby. gojo just wants to be there when you buy your socks. period. no more debates.

TODO AOI. have you seen his necklace? it's a picture of his idol and yuuji. but ever since he settled down for you — he changed his idol's picture to a picture of you smiling brightly. he's so in love with you it's cute.

and todo, the first time he finds out you have a cute socks collection was when you invited him over for the very first time into your apartment. and you were wearing these really cute dinosaur printed ones that managed to attract his attention.

and when he asks you about it, you told him you had more.

so now socks are just a daily gift for you, todo would go on missions and come back with at least two pairs. he's out there obliterating curses and comes back with the cutest gift for you (apparently according to his friends, he strolls around after the mission trying to find a shop or two and if he doesn't find it, he buys you something else). what a cutie.

"look, i saw these when i was fighting a curse. so i came back to the shop when my mission was done."

"...you scare me sometimes," you tell him with a nervous smile as he looks at you, arching a brow in confusion, "you're hurt and you still managed to look at cute socks in a fight?"

"anything for you, darling!"

© CHURIPU 2023 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE !

[iridescentdove]

What about a Platonic! BSD x Child! Reader is very smart, like almost Ranpo-level smart, but they don’t use their smarts and intellect for anything at all except for online video games, board games, etc., and they’re lazy and don’t go outside at all. Plus, the first time Reader and Dazai had a game of chess, Dazai literally lost two moves in, and Dazai was rethinking his entire life choices in that moment because how the fu-

(How Dazai and Reader’s game of chess went *REAL* link)

WHY DO I HEAR BOSS MUSIC?

platonic!bsd x child!smart!reader

A/N: I for an odd reason, love it when characters are humbled and seen inferior 😭 I love this request too! Here it is~

Everyone loves you.

I'm so jealous rn /j

Well as a kid it would be expected to be like that! Although, it was a little different as you were ... considered unique to other children around you. How so?

ULTRA DEDUCTION BABY.

No but for real. FUKUZAWA merely took you into the agency since you seemed to have had no parents by your side to take care of you. As such, he took on the responsibility himself. The agency takes care of you now! <3

Anyways, let's say you were basically rivalling RANPO in terms of deduction and overall smartness capabilities, as he now thinks you are a worthy opponent.

But even he himself lost to someone like DAZAI.

Yes. Of course it was true, the suicidal detective just seemed to be way too good. The so-called 'world's best detective' had lost to a man, in which who, flirts with women 24/7 and asks for double suicide everywhere he went.

But to say the day came when brunette's demise lurked around the corner ... because of a chess game.

The agency had nothing important going on in particular as the peace of Yokohama was maintained in the meantime. Simply put, you guys were on vacation. So what else to do other than some old family bonding?

There were lots of activities planned that day, and everyone had enjoyed it to the fullest. You did also find it fun, but ... of course, for someone your age – you were mature as fuck.

And so, you did what everyone wouldn't have the balls to do.

Challenge DAZAI OSAMU himself to a chess match.

So obviously, everyone got a bit nervous. Pretty sure you had no idea how smart the suicidal maniac was, nor did they ever believe you would last a good 'ol round even once. By some experience of a certain detective – there is absolutely no one better than DAZAI himself.

The chess game went on. You looked so cute and innocent! Maybe he should go easy on you?? After all, you're just a kid.

And yet ... he was downright horrified.

In a matter of four turns in, the death-craving young man was absolutely OBLITERATED by you. Upon the match ending, a pin drop silence was heard. Eyes widened in shock, whom even RANPO himself never imagined such. Everyone never spoke, not even coughed for a solid 5 minutes.

But it was true. You DID defeat him. FUKUZAWA had the face of a very proud parent – he really didn't think you'd emerge victory in this small innocent match.

The president promised to treat you out next time a successful mission was in tow. Of course, DAZAI couldn't believe he had lost to you! A little child!

It would definitely take a lot of time for him to wrap his head around that – but once he does, oh boy.

I think you a little crazy there uncle ahaha

He almost literally brags about your existence everyday to anyone. You can't tell me he hasn't literally shoved in and mocked in front of people's faces with that shit eating grin of his oh my fucking God 😭

Then again, no one is safe. An even better gifted than the two greatest treasures of the Armed Detective Agency.

FYODOR better be shaking in his fugly ass boots.

You're coming for him alright. (and so am I)

Honestly, the ADA cannot be anymore proud to have an ally like you by their side. Missions and war would cease to exist from how well you managed to help them. And even moreso, combined with RANPO himself.

World destruction who?? I only know (Y/N) (L/N) 😍

Your existence is known, everyone knows about what you've done and how respected you are despite your young age.

Who tf let the Port Mafia fuck ya'll up?? Oh nevermind they were destroyed because of ur amazing little ass. The Hunting Dogs tryna tear apart the ADA which was mistaken as terrorists? Umh chill anyways so you already had a plan– RANPO doesn't know what to do for once? You're already there to help. Decay of the Angels? Lives up to their name, they're decaying under your superior brain and intellect.

You're just found to be the lifeline of the agency. In return, everyone treats you very well (spoils you even), making sure you lived your days as a child to the best extreme possible.

And to be frank – no one dare underestimate you anymore.

[theostrophywife]

need to know.

(rhysand/cassian/azriel x reader) author's note: i would like to preface this by saying that i have no idea what came over me when i wrote this. it's truly unhinged. please enjoy. warning: this is just 10k of pure filth and a foursome with the bat boys. the smut in this made me question my whole existence. summary: rhysand, cassian, and azriel have shared plenty of things in the past, but their friendship is put to the test when all three of them get down and dirty in the same room.

You weren’t quite sure how you managed to find yourself sandwiched between the two Illyrian warriors while Cassian thrusts into your mouth as you rode Azriel’s face, all while the future High Lord of the Night Court pumps himself at the sight of you getting absolutely obliterated by his brothers, but with your mouth stuffed and sex full, you had no room to complain. Not that you had any intention to.

After all, you wholeheartedly agreed to the proposition that put you in this compromising position in the first place. As Rhysand sends you a wink from across the room, you made a mental note to thank the smug bastard later.

The predicament you were currently in was odd to say the least, especially since you initially started the night thinking that you’d be stumbling into one Illyrian male’s bed and not all three at once. Perhaps the faerie wine had gone straight to your head, but even without the effects of the alcohol, you were already expecting Rhysand’s visit to turn into a marathon of the filthiest, kinkiest sex that you’ve been craving for months. 

It wasn’t very often that Rhys was in town and while you’ve had plenty of lovers before him, none of the males or females you’d invited into your bed were nearly as good as the heir of night, so you made the most of it every time he was allowed to take a break from his rigorous training. Thought you hadn't explicitly discussed becoming exclusive, you knew that neither one of you sought the pleasure of anyone else, but that meant enduring weeks and sometimes months on end without being properly fucked.

Needless to say, it wasn’t even an hour into the night and Rhys had already taken you inside the bathroom of a seedy tavern and again in the dark alley outside before you finally made your way back to the cabin. As Rhysand winnows you to the remote area of the Illyrian mountains, the two of you drunkenly stumble through the door while his tongue slides against yours. With his wicked mouth dipping between your breasts, the dim light glowing through the window didn’t even register as he effortlessly hikes your legs around his waist.

You giggle as Rhys knocks over a lamp on your way to his room, knowing full well that his mother would never let him hear the end of it when she discovers yet another piece of furniture broken by the rowdy winged males occupying her cabin. The thought lingers for a brief second before you busy yourself with sucking on Rhysand’s neck, making his violet eyes roll back into his head. 

“Keep doing that and I’ll have no choice but to take you right here in this hallway,” the Illyrian male groans into your ear. 

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” 

Rhysand smirks. There wasn’t a surface in this cabin that he hasn’t already taken you on. “I’ve missed you, kitten.” 

You chuckle in response. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you were beginning to grow a heart.”

He grinds his erection into your backside, nearly taking out the painting behind you as your back presses against the wall. “That’s not the only thing growing on me, darling”

“Do me a favor and put that smart mouth of yours to good use. Preferably between my legs.” 

The dark chuckle that emanates from his lips is full of promise as he nudges you towards the door. He pauses for a brief second, violet eyes widening with a mixture of surprise and amusement. “It seems as though we’re not the only ones occupying the cabin.”

You crane your neck over his shoulder, noting the soft light flooding the hallway from underneath his closed door. From within the room, the sound of a familiar moan followed by a creaking mattress fills the entire cabin as you stifle a laugh. 

“Is that…Cas?” you ask incredulously. 

Rhys nods. “My brother seems to be in the midst of entertaining a female.” The sharp smack of a chair toppling over joins the creaking before sensual groans echo in tandem with Cassian’s grunts.

For the second time that night, surprise blooms on his handsome face. “I stand corrected. Both of my brothers appear to be engaged in illicit activities in my room.”

You shrug. “Like you said, it’s your room. I’m not missing out on sex just because you Illyrians can’t seem to keep it in your pants. Besides, it’s nothing that Cas and Az haven’t seen before.” 

“Desperate times call for desperate measures.” The utterly wicked smirk that curls through Rhysand’s lips makes you shiver with anticipation. “Try not to be too loud, darling. I wouldn’t want to show off in front of our guests.”

“You’re a cocky bastard, Rhysand.”

The heir of night grins. “Maybe so, but you love it.”

Ignoring the fluttering in your stomach, you playfully roll your eyes and tug at the nape of Rhysand’s neck. “Shut up and kiss me already.”

He only laughs at your aggressiveness, loving every second of the back and forth banter between you. “So needy for me. I suppose everyone else in this cabin will just have to endure you moaning my name over and over again. Though my brothers should be used to it by now."

Though he wasn't technically wrong since you were sure that Cassian and Azriel were more than familiar with the rather loud nature of sex with Rhysand entailed, you still took it as a challenge to wipe that smug smirk off his face. With a wicked grin, your hand dips down the front of his trousers, palming his erection through the fabric. Rhys practically purrs into your mouth as you slide your tongue between his parted lips. Those violet eyes of his darken with lust as you pull away to give him a shit eating grin.

“It seems to me that you’re the needy one, Rhysie.”

“Fuck,” Rhys growls as his cock tightens at the front of his pants. “Have I already told you how much I’ve missed you?”

“Yes, but you know I’ve always been a visual learner.”

With a chuckle, Rhys kicks the door open with you still in his arms. Through a heavy lidded gaze, you vaguely made out the shape of wings flaring across the room. Cassian grins at you from underneath the covers, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he disappears beneath the sheets. The only indication that he was still there was the moans echoing off of the pretty nymph’s lips as her back arches off the mattress. 

From across the room, Azriel rolls his eyes and gives you a brief nod. The petite pixie on his lap was currently latched onto his neck, lips forming a hot, wet trail down the column of his throat. Shrouded by shadows, the golden glow of the shadowsinger’s eyes settle over you while his brother discards you onto one of the three mattresses lining the spacious room. You felt a shiver snake down your spine at the hunger in Azriel’s eyes, but you didn’t have much time to dwell on it as Rhysand looms above you. 

To anyone else, the current situation would’ve seemed peculiar, but you were comfortable enough around each winged warrior to not give a single fuck that you were all simultaneously having sex within the same vicinity. After all, the first time you met Cassian and Azriel, they had accidentally walked in on Rhysand eating you out in this very room. It seemed like ages ago when you first went home with the future High Lord after a few drinks and flirtatious comments at Rita’s. That fateful night when he took you back to the cabin was the start of your friends with benefits arrangement with Rhys and it’s been going strong ever since. 

Without warning, Rhysand pulls you by the ankles, pinning you beneath his toned body as he pulls the comforter over the both of you. While you were busy ogling his brothers, he’s already wriggled out of his trousers, discarding them to the side of the bed where it fell onto the floor. You eagerly help him out of his shirt, mouth watering at the feel of his chiseled abs beneath your fingers. On your left side, you could feel Azriel’s blatant stare as you lick Rhysand’s six pack, tasting a mixture of rain, salt, and citrus on your tongue. His sensual laughter awakens goosebumps upon your skin. 

“Someone’s a bit eager, aren’t they?” Rhysand nips at your neck, dragging his teeth along your soft skin. “If your intention is to devour me, all you have to do is ask. You know I’m not in the business of denying you, kitten.” 

Gods, you forgot how much you loved the filth that seemed to flow so elegantly out of Rhysand’s mouth. You trace the tattoos inked upon his golden brown skin with your tongue, fingers tangling through his dark hair as you pull him down by the nape of his neck. 

“I want to taste every inch of you, Rhysand. I don’t care if it takes all night.”

The guttural sound that crawls up his throat makes you chuckle with delight. This was always his favorite part. As silver tongued as he was, Rhysand still couldn’t believe he found someone who enjoyed dirty talk as much as he did. You matched his energy word for word and he loved every second of it. 

Cassian seems to share the sentiment as he perks his head up from between his companion’s legs and smirks at you. The arousal that it ignites in your core turns your hands into wandering extensions of yourself as you pull Rhys down to you, kissing him so fiercely that your teeth clash against his mouth as you eagerly bite down on his bottom lip. 

Whatever control Rhys had slips as he rips open the bodice of your dress. In one swift movement, he slips the entire thing right off of you and finally makes good use of that smart mouth of his. Wet, sloppy kisses cover your exposed breasts before Rhysand takes a nipple between his lips, sucking and swirling at the sensitive peak with expert precision. Your back arches off the mattress as a moan makes its way past your parted lips. 

The two males on either side of you paid more attention than they should, hazel gazes locking onto your writhing form. Rhysand grins against your skin, violet eyes drinking in every moan and whine he was eliciting out of you. 

Looks like we’ve got an audience, Rhys teases within your mind. Shall we give my brothers a show? 

You gave him a slight nod, smirking as you flip positions. With you on top and straddling his lap, you had a perfect view of Rhysand’s handsome face as you pushed back his raven locks, sweeping the light sheen of sweat coating his golden brown skin. 

Locking your legs on either side of his hips, Rhysand leans back on the pillows, an arrogant smirk gracing his features while he throws his arms behind his head. You playfully rolls your eyes before sinking down onto his cock, grinning with absolute satisfaction while he groans at the wetness of your cunt coating his length. 

“Godsfuckingdamn,” Rhys hisses as his large hands grip the side of your hips. His fingertips imprint against your skin hard enough to bruise, but neither of you cared. The euphoric feeling of Rhysand filling you to the brim makes you moan in ecstasy. "So fucking perfect."

You rake your fingernails over the marks on his chest, slowly rocking your hips back and forth in a steady rhythm. Rhysand palms your bouncing tits, taking the opportunity to wrap his lips around them as stars wink into existence within that sultry violet gaze. The imagery of his mouth circling your nipple while he pinches the other with his free hand is enough to make you want to cum right then and there. Rhysand looks up at you through thick, dark lashes as you ride him with reckless abandon. You brace your hands onto his shoulders and continue grinding on his cock while you tilt your head back in pure bliss. 

Across the room, Cassian growls as your eyes meet. His large hands grip the nymph’s waist as he takes her from behind, matching the rhythm of his thrusts to the same tempo that you were currently riding Rhysand with. His partner cries out in pleasure as he fucks her into the mattress, but the grin he shot your way was all for you. 

You blush as your gaze takes you to the opposite side of the room. Azriel’s heated gaze was locked on yours as the pixie kneels before him, taking his entire length into her pretty little mouth. The moan that slips past the shadowsinger’s lips makes you quiver. Azriel smirks, fisting the female’s hair into his hands while she chokes on his cock. Shadows pulse around them as Azriel hits the back of her throat again and again. He quirks a brow in your direction while he thrusts into her mouth. A silent challenge. 

That suggestive gesture spurs you to bounce even faster as Rhysand sits upright, his hand fitting around the hollow of your throat like a custom necklace. Your mouth gapes open as you gasp for air and the heir of night prods his tongue inside, swallowing the moans crawling up your throat. When he pulls away, Rhys is grinning from ear to ear. 

Showing off, are we? He purrs into your thoughts. 

“I can’t help it,” you respond out loud. “You feel so fucking good, daddy.” 

Rhysand growls in response. The nickname unleashes the animalistic instinct within him as he quickly flips you over, rutting into you at a relentless pace until you’re nothing but a whining, writhing mess underneath him. You’re panting as Rhys slowly pulls out of you before slamming his hips against yours, hitting that sweet spot that has you crying out his name. 

“Fuck, Rhys,” you moan. “I’m so close.” 

He alternates between shallow grinds and deep thrusts, making you whine in desperation. 

“I don't recall you asking for my permission, darling."

Sweat coats your temples as you look up at that smug smirk. “Can I please cum on your cock, daddy?"

Rhys answers by plunging into you faster, his pace quick and sloppy while he drives you to the edge. By the third or fourth thrust, your toes were curling as the orgasm rocked your entire body. With your back arching off the bed and your walls contracting around his cock with an ironclad grip, Rhysand groans as his own release fills you to the brim. His seed trickles down your leg, the last of his spurts spilling out of you while he rolls onto his back. 

Making good on his promise, Rhys puts his wicked lips to work as he devours your pussy, sucking and swirling while your fingers tangle through his hair. The teasing kitten licks intensifies your orgasm and even more so when he picks up the pace and expertly flicks his tongue against your clit. Before long, you’re nothing but a whining, panting mess as you squirt into Rhysand’s mouth. The arousal dripping out of you like honey makes the male grin against your skin as he kisses his way up to your mouth. The taste of you coats his mouth while his tongue prods into yours, his arms snaking around your waist as he pulls you into his lap, kissing you so deeply and purposefully as though he couldn’t get enough.

“As much as I love eating that pretty pussy of yours, this is what I missed most,” Rhys says in between kisses. “You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, darling. I think about kissing you all the time.”

Despite the mind boggling sex, Rhysand’s words are what makes your cheeks flush. Kissing is such a deeply intimate act, arguably more than any of the endless positions and kinks that you often tried with one another, which made his declaration that much more impactful. You respond by kissing him slowly, taking your time as you savor his taste. The familiar scent of citrus and the sea makes your head spin as you continue exploring his mouth with your tongue. Gods, you’d missed this. Missed this male more than you cared to admit.

Rather than saying the words, you relish the feel of him underneath your fingertips, savoring the taste that inexplicably wove you under his hypnotizing spell, and showing him all the emotions you can’t put into words as you kiss him like your immortal life depends on it. Minutes pass before either one of you open your eyes again, blissfully fucked out and euphoric.

“You’re probably my favorite person, Rhys.” The Illyrian male smiles as you cup his cheek. Not a smirk, but an actual smile - one that lights up his entire face. Rhysand has always been devastatingly beautiful, but even the stars would be envious of the sight of his genuine smile. “Though if you repeat that to anyone else, I’ll vehemently deny it.”

He chuckles, kissing your temple. “You’re my favorite too, darling.” Rhysand’s gentle smile curves into something more seductive. “Though I may have a proposition for you that’ll earn me a permanent spot.”

You raise a brow, intrigued. When you look around the room, you’re surprised to see that you were the only ones left. You tried not to dwell on the disappointment washing over you at the absence of Cassian and Azriel. 

“Did we scare the others away?”  

Rhysand raises a knowing brow, brushing the sweaty strands of hair clinging to your cheek. “Quite the opposite. My brothers left to escort their companions home. However, they were wondering if you might be open to playing with them when they return.” 

Despite the fact that your sensitive sex was still pulsating from the aftermath of sex with Rhysand, the proposition of three Illyrian males rolling between the sheets with you makes you throb with anticipation. Your arousal wafts up to Rhysand’s nose and a wicked grin spreads across his face. 

“I’ll take that as a yes, kitten.” His gaze darts towards the door. “Which is just as well because the eager bastards are waiting in the hall.” Rhys caresses your cheek. “Do me a favor and put them out of their misery. They’re dying to taste you.” 

You swallow thickly, voice low and raspy as you call out across the dark room. “Come in.” 

The door creaks open and Cassian and Azriel saunter in. They hover by the door with uncertainty as Rhysand chuckles. 

It seems that my brothers need encouraging, Rhys teases silently. Good thing you’re an expert on making males beg.

You smirk, crooking your finger at the Illyrian warriors staring you down. “I heard you two wanted to play. So who wants to go first? Cassian or Azriel?” 

Rhysand pulls you into his lap as his brothers loom by the edge of the bed. He toys with the inside of your thighs, spreading them open for Cassian and Azriel to see. “Don’t worry, boys. She most definitely bites.” 

The shadowsinger steps forward first and the sight of him crawling towards you will forever be burned within the abscesses of your mind. Calling Azriel beautiful seems like a gross understatement, but there was no other word fit to describe the male before you. You reach out to grab his scarred hand, pulling him towards you while you both fall backwards on the mattress. Rhys kisses the top of your forehead before perching himself onto the velvet settee in the middle of the room while inclining his head towards Cassian. He briefly nods, signaling his brother to join you.

It’s not long before Azriel’s mouth is on yours. His kisses are soft at first, tasting and testing, but they turn demanding as you take his bottom lip between your teeth. The shadowsinger gently shoves you back on the mattress, powerful wings flaring behind him in a show of dominance while he takes your face in his hands, slipping his wicked tongue past your parted lips. Azriel tastes different from Rhysand’s mint and whiskey flavor, but just as intoxicating. 

As you fist his hair between your fingers, Azriel slips his hand between your thighs, hissing when he finds you soaking the sheets. 

“Are you always this fucking wet or has my brother neglected to satisfy you?” the shadowsinger asks with a dark chuckle. 

Rhys growls from his seat. “Don’t get cocky now, Az. I’m sharing out of the goodness of my own heart, but I can just as easily revert back to being a selfish, territorial bastard."

You chuckle at their brotherly bickering. “Ignore him, Azriel. I’ll nurse his bruised ego later, but right now, I want to make you feel good. Where do you want me?” 

The grin on Azriel’s face was purely feral. “I want your dripping wet cunt on my tongue, angel.” 

Always the broody one out of his brothers, you almost didn’t recognize the power and authority exuding from the shadowsinger. The old saying was right. The quiet ones were always the kinkiest. 

You gladly oblige Azriel, bracing yourself on the foot of the bed while the male lies on his back. He guides your hips over his face while his shadows tie your ankles to the bedpost. 

“Hang on tight, princess,” was his only warning before he licks a stripe over your sex. 

The slew of curses that fall from your lips makes Azriel chuckle underneath you. His sensuous laughter vibrates between your legs as his marred hands clamp down onto the tops of your thighs. Sloppy wet kisses cover your loins before Azriel sucks harshly on your clit. The action makes you grind against the shadowsinger’s face, riding him like you rode Rhys earlier. 

“That’s right, angel,” Azriel coos below you. “Keep riding my face just like that.” 

The moan that slips past your mouth is swallowed by Cassian’s lips. You groan as he fists your hair into his hands, tilting your mouth up to his in a demanding kiss. The utter possessiveness he displays has the slickness growing wetter between your thighs and the ever so generous shadowsinger licks up every last drop of your arousal, his tongue moving in ways you weren’t even sure tongues could move. 

“I want to taste you, Cas,” you say huskily, tugging at the front of the Illyrian male’s breeches. When your gaze dips up to his eyes, your toes curl at the sheer lust burning within the male. 

“Your wish is my command,” Cassian responds with a smirk. He unbuckles the front of his breeches and his erect cock springs up towards his ridiculously muscled torso. 

Your mouth waters as he walks towards you, lips parting as Cassian swipes his thumb over your bottom lip. 

“Open up, sweetheart.” 

In your dainty hands, Cassian’s length appears almost too big to take, but you welcome the challenge with newfound brazenness. Lounging lazily on his velvet chair as though it were a throne, Rhysand watches through heavy lids while he palms his erection in his hands as Azriel buries his tongue deep within you, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves as you shamelessly grind against his mouth. The shadowsinger gives your ankle an encouraging squeeze as you lick the tip of Cassian’s cock. 

His precum coats your tongue with salt and musk as you grip his shaft, slowly pumping him into your mouth while the Illyrian cups your cheek. You lick up his shaft before taking all of Cassian between your lips. The male curses above you, hands fisting in your hair while you look up at him through your lashes. Drool collects at his groin while you sloppily suck him off, suctioning your cheeks tighter as Cassian thrusts against the back of your throat.

“Such a pretty little mouth,” Cassian declares with a groan. “I love the way your lips wrap around my cock.”

“Exquisite, isn’t she?” Rhys teases, mouth falling slack as he continues to pleasure himself to the sight of Cassian fucking your mouth while Azriel continues eating you out. 

Does this turn you on, kitten? Letting me watch while you suck Cassian’s cock and soak Azriel’s face with your arousal? 

You lower the mental shield within your mind, sending a message of your own. 

Don’t be jealous, Rhys. There’s plenty of me to go around.

The dark caress of his amused laughter echoes through your thoughts. 

“You taste so sweet, angel,” Azriel moans against your clit. “I can see why my brother’s been keeping you all to yourself. We’ll change that, won’t we?” 

“Fuck, yes Az,” came out garbled as you choke on Cassian’s length. 

You were pretty sure that you’d agree to anything Azriel asked you to do at this point. The shadowsinger seems to sense this too, because his shadows flutter up to your nipples, pinching and twisting as he brings you closer and closer to that sweet release. 

“Gonna cum for me, angel?” he asks teasingly, cupping your ass lightly while he swirls his tongue against your clit. 

You nod while pumping Cassian with your hand, bringing him to the edge of his orgasm while Azriel guides you toward yours. The two of you reach your peaks together and you swallow up every last drop of Cassian’s seed as he spurts into your mouth. Azriel clamps down on your thighs as you squirt all over his face, soaking the bed with your juices while he laps up your arousal. 

With Cassian collapsing next to you, Azriel pulls you underneath him, that devious grin looming over you as he smashes your lips together, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. Your teeth clash together as you greedily savor the taste of Azriel, nipping at his jaw, neck, ear - basically any surface of skin that the shadowsinger allows access to. 

“Are you ready for another round, princess?” he whispers raggedly, hiking your leg over his shoulder and kissing the side of your knee. “I made you come with my tongue, but I wanna feel that pussy squeeze around my cock.” 

Cauldron boil you, Azriel was absolutely fucking filthy. You were so aroused that your skin felt like it was on fire. 

“I want you,” you manage to draw out. “No, I need you, inside of me, Azriel.” 

That damned smirk of his was going to be the death of you. “You don’t have to ask me twice, princess.” 

Azriel teases the tip of his cock along your slit, coating himself with your arousal before he slips two fingers into your cunt. You whine at the pleasure of his touch and your eyes widen with full blown lust while Azriel brings his middle and pointer finger to your lips. You suck them clean, fluttering your lashes up at the shadowsinger while he flashes you a proud smile. 

“Good girl,” he praises. His gaze leaves you for a second as he glances behind him.

Rhysand and Cassian switch, the latter taking the seat in the corner of the room while the former crawls in behind you, kissing the back of your neck while he presses your back against his chest. The future High Lord cradles you between his thighs as his fingers splay against the hollow of your throat, turning your head ever so slightly before possessively sticking his tongue down your throat. Your head spins, lost in the taste of him while he smirks against your mouth. 

“I was starting to feel left out, kitten.” Rhysand’s hands wander over your body before he’s spreading your legs open for Azriel. “But I’ll play nice and share with my brother.” 

Azriel rolls his eyes, pressing a kiss against your cheek. “Ready, princess?” 

You nod, flashing him a smile. “Ready, Az.”

The shadowsinger plunges himself into you slowly, releasing a grunt as your walls stretch to take all of him in. Still sensitive from the orgasm he generously brought you through, your pussy pulsates while his cock fills you the the hilt. 

“You take my cock so well,” Azriel breathes, caressing your cheek. “It’s like you were made for it.”

“Isn’t her pussy so wet and tight? I think about burying myself inside this sweet little cunt of hers every waking moment,” Rhys groans in your ear, his filthy words making your eyes roll back.

Azriel grunts in agreement and begins to move, snapping his hips to yours while he hikes your legs over his shoulders. Rhysand kisses the side of your neck as his thumb rubs dizzying circles onto your clit. Not to be outdone, the shadowsinger’s strokes quite literally hypnotizes you as he buries himself deep within your walls, the tip of his dick curving to hit the sweet spot at the top of your cervix. Azriel’s dark wings encompass the entirety of his back as they flare with each thrust. 

He dips his forehead lower to yours, surveying the way your head rolls back onto Rhysand’s shoulder, hands pushing back at Azriel’s chest as you whine underneath him.

“You’re too big, Az. I-I can’t take any more,” you whimper. 

Azriel caresses the inside of your thigh and presses a tender kiss to your temple. “You can and you will, angel. You’ll take every inch of me that I give you because you’re my good little girl, aren’t you?” 

Rhys tilts your chin up as Azriel pushes your legs against your chest. “Azriel asked you a question, kitten.”

The shadowsinger nudges your nose with his, waiting patiently as his shallow thrusting teases at your entrance. 

You nod, swiping at the sweat and tears pooling at the corner of your eyes. Gods, these males were pushing you to lengths you weren’t even sure you had the stamina to endure, literally and figuratively. But the pleasure outweighed the pain and you wanted to please Azriel. To hear him call you a good girl until he was filling you up with his arousal. 

“I can take it, Azriel. Fill all of me.” 

Azriel lovingly pats your cheek, kissing you deeply before parting your lips with his tongue. “Open wide, princess.” 

You oblige the shadowsinger and your jaw falls slack. Azriel puckers his lips and spits into your open mouth. Your eyes widen in disbelief and you can’t help but think that whatever Azriel was showing you tonight was merely a small glimpse of the moves he had in his arsenal. The shadowsinger was an absolute freak in bed and you weren’t sure that one encounter would be enough to satiate your curiosity. Especially since Rhysand literally opened you up to it. 

“Such a good girl,” Azriel moans before once again plunging into you. 

You both groan in pleasure, relishing the tight fit while Azriel bucks his hips at a punishing pace. The Illyrian was quite literally fucking you dumb. With every thrust, stars glitter behind your eyes as the pressure builds in your lower abdomen. As if that weren’t enough, Rhysand’s feather light touch roams all over your body, toying with your nipples in one hand whilst the other rubs against your clit with just the right amount of friction. 

“Can you show Az that iron grip, kitten?” Rhys purrs into your ear. 

The shadowsinger’s eyes widen as you clench around his length, nearly coming right then and there as your vice grip holds his cock in place. 

“Fuck,” Azriel curses, his head dipping to the crook of your neck. He sucks at your collarbone, running the tops of his teeth over your skin. “I can see why you race home to see her every chance you get, Rhys. You’ve been a selfish bastard keeping her all to yourself.” 

Cassian groans from his seat. “He’s just afraid she’ll like us more than him.” Rhys growls, but his brother only smirks. “What’s the matter, Rhysand? Can’t handle a little competition?” 

You chuckle, tangling your fingers through Azriel’s dark locks. “Play nice, boys. Everyone gets a turn.” 

Rhysand chuckles darkly. “Getting greedy now, aren’t we? Do you need a reminder of who fucks you best, kitten?”

The words skitter over your skin. This possessive side of Rhys was turning you on more than anything you've done this entire night. You loved that you awakened this side of him.

It's you, Rhys. It's always you.

Satisfaction blooms in those violet eyes. Don't you ever forget it, darling.

Azriel sneers. “I think you might need a lesson in manners,” the shadowsinger says with a mischievous grin. “The fact that you're even able to talk means I’m not doing my job properly. Let’s fix that, princess.”

He gestures to Cassian who strolls forward with his length glistening in his hand. His brother points towards your chest and it takes a second for you to realize what he was telling Cassian to do. The Illyrian warrior places his strong thighs on either side of you, hovering a few inches above as he cups your breasts in his large hands. He presses your tits together before sliding his dick through the crevice. 

At the same time that his slickness slides over your chest, Azriel pounds into you with newfound fervor, determined to fuck you silly until you couldn’t even remember your own name. Rhysand’s erection presses against your back while his brothers completely devour you.

The mewling pants echoing through the room told each male that you were close to release. As Azriel bucks his hips against yours, waves of pleasure wash over you again and again. 

“Harder, Az. Please. I want to feel all of you.” 

Azriel responds with a punishing snap of his hips and it knocks the breath out of you as you feel him deep within your guts. 

“You like it just as rough as I do,” the shadowsinger chuckles with amazement. 

“Absolutely.” 

“Fucking.” 

“Filthy.” 

He slams his hips with each word, eliciting a whine out of you.

“Az, I’m so fucking close. Gods, right there-“ 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck-“ Cassian curses as you both cum at the same time. His load blows all over your face while you cum around Azriel’s dick.

Cassian rolls off of you, kissing the side of your neck while Azriel prods your mouth with his glistening length. You open your mouth and lick him clean until every drop of your juice is cleared off of him. It doesn’t take long until Azriel cums, spilling ribbons of his hot seed on your tongue. It mixes with Cassian’s arousal and you swallow all of it at once. 

Azriel wipes up his cum from the corner of your mouth, kissing you on the cheek. “My greedy little cock fiend,” he murmurs against the side of your mouth. “I love watching my cum drip out of you.” 

“I’m glad you enjoy the sight brother, but it’s my turn now,” Rhys growls, tilting your head to meet his lustful gaze. “Switch.”

The shadowsinger rolls his eyes, but moves nonetheless. Rhysand settles between your legs and cradles your face in his hands, pressing kisses all over your flushed cheeks. “Are you alright, darling?” He nuzzles his nose against yours, examining your features. “Do you need a break?” 

Azriel pulls you into his lap, lips brushing against your neck. “We can stop any time you want. You’re in control tonight.” 

You nod, feeling the aftermath of the back to back orgasms hit you at once. “Can we lie down for a second?” your gaze flickers up to Azriel shyly. “I think I just need to catch my breath.” 

“Of course, sweetheart,” Cassian says from your left side, raking his fingers over your hair. 

The scalp massage felt heavenly and had you crawling into his lap. With your head resting between his crossed legs, you twine your fingers through Azriel’s scarred ones, pulling him flush against you. You take Rhysand’s hand and place him behind you and he chuckles, resting his chin on top of your head as he spoons you. 

“C’mere angel,” Azriel beckons. 

His soft hazel eyes are warm and inviting and you sigh in contentment as you nuzzle into his neck. He smells like sweat and sex, but the underlying notes of night chilled mist and cedar peaks through and fills your senses with his delicious scent. Despite how tired you were, Azriel smells intoxicating and the hollow of his throat was practically begging to be kissed. His husky laugh vibrates against your lips as you drag them over his neck. 

“I thought you were resting.” 

“Kissing is resting,” you reply. 

The shadowsinger chuckles. “Well, in that case…” he trails off, mouth meeting yours in an eager kiss. The little sound of satisfaction he makes has your skin heating all over again. 

Ever the jealous male, Rhysand tilts your chin and kisses you long and hard while Azriel trails open mouthed kisses along your neck. Rhys squeezes your ass, grinding his erection against your backside. You gasp at his hardness, but your attention is pulled towards Azriel as he flicks his wicked tongue against your nipple. He releases your tit with a pop before moving onto the other, his hand dipping between your thighs. 

The shadowsinger is delighted to find you sopping wet, juices glistening on his fingers as he brings them between his lips. His eyes roll back as the sweet taste of your arousal fills his mouth. Azriel grips the back of your head, mashing your lips together while you groan with need. 

Rhys is quick to respond, slipping his own fingers into your pussy while you continue kissing Azriel. Your hand grips the heir of night’s erection, thumb swirling the precum around his tip. As Azriel’s hand clamps around your throat, you guide Rhysand’s cock along your entrance. He groans as he buries himself inside you, feeling the slickness coat him while he slowly slides in and out. 

Above you, Cassian’s hardness presses against his thigh and you grip him in your hand while Rhys fucks into you. It’s overwhelming to feel him filling you up once again, but he makes sure to give you plenty of encouragement. 

“Daddy missed your pretty pussy,” Rhys growls into your ear. You groan into Azriel’s mouth as you grind down onto Rhys. The future High Lord smirks against your back, biting your shoulder while you continue to ride him. “Why is it that every time I have my cock in you, you turn into the filthiest little slut?” 

He grips your hips, stopping you from sinking further down into him. You whine as Azriel watches you with amusement. 

“P-please Rhys. I need to feel you.” 

Rhysand swirls his hips and teases you with his tip. “That’s not my name.” 

“Please, daddy.” 

Azriel chuckles, toying with your hair before kissing you again. Rhysand lets out a pleased hum into your neck and rams himself back inside of you. You cry out in pleasure, rubbing your hand along Cassian’s length while he eagerly ruts against your fingertips.

With Rhysand’s pace growing quicker and sloppier, Azriel’s shadows expertly rub at the nub of sensitive nerves of your clit and bring you closer to yet another orgasm. Ever in sync, you and Rhysand reach your release together. The future High Lord practically leaves teeth marks along your back as he bites down, spurting into you as you clench tightly around him. He tilts your chin towards him, shoving his tongue down your throat, claiming you with a growl.

I may be sharing tonight, but don’t forget who you belong to. This pussy is mine and so are you, darling.

When you open your eyes, Rhysand’s possessive stare pierces through you. You caress his cheek, tracing his bottom lip with your thumb.

I’m yours, Rhys.

Grinning, he kisses your forehead and inclines his chin towards Cassian.

Good, now open your mouth. Daddy wants to watch you swallow.

With your fourth or fifth orgasm of the night, you were feeling quite generous, pumping Cassian faster while he shudders above you. He growls, spreading your lips while he positions his cock into your mouth. 

“Wanna feel that wet mouth around my cock while I cum,” the Illyrian pants as ribbons of his hot seed spurt into your open mouth. “That’s right, sweetheart. Swallow like a good little whore.” 

You’re nearly soaking at his words and judging by the smirk on that handsome face of his, Cassian knew exactly how much you enjoyed being called a whore. It would’ve been degrading in any other instance, but the soft kiss he places on your forehead while he tenderly cleans you up told you that he’d only ever use those words to heighten your arousal. 

Tuckered out and in serious need of a water break, Cassian rises from the bed, the sheets sliding off of his naked body. You whine at the loss of his warmth against you, but he only winks in response. 

“Don’t think we’re done yet, sweetheart. You made me cum twice tonight and I have every intention to return the favor, but for now, I think it’s only fair for you to take care of Az.” 

Cassian strokes your hair before leaving the room. Once you’re done ogling his backside, you face the shadowsinger once again, your wandering hands already wrapping around his erection. 

“I want to take care of you, Azriel,” you tell the male with a wicked grin. “But I need to get on my hands and knees for that.” 

You look back at Rhys and chuckle as realization dawns in those vivid violet eyes. He nods to Azriel, who was staring at the both of you curiously. “She wants me to take her from behind while she sucks your cock.” 

“I won’t say no to that,” the shadowsinger says with a wink. 

The door opens as Cassian trudges in with a jug of water in his hands. He winks when he notices your gaze lingering on his nakedness, handing you the glass with a kiss. 

“Drink up, sweetheart. You’re going to need it for what we’re about to do.” 

Not realizing how dehydrated you were, you just about down the whole jug. Cassian chuckles in amusement and swipes at the droplets of water trickling down your mouth. He sets the jug down and gestures to Azriel, who was waiting patiently as he cradles you between his legs. 

“Now where were we?” you ask as you crawl on all fours. 

On your hands and knees, you’re surprised to find Rhys letting Cassian take the lead behind you while he watches from the edge of the bed. The future High Lord raises a brow. 

“Perhaps tonight is the night I finally learn how to share,” he says with a feline smirk. 

Cassian doesn’t have to be told twice as he grips your hips, pumping himself twice before lining himself up at your entrance. When he plunges into you, it felt like the girth and length of his dick was going to split you in half. 

With shaking palms, you turn your attention back to Azriel. The shadowsinger cups your cheek, swiping at the tears leaking out of your eyes as Cassian pounds into you. With tonight’s unexpected refresher on multitasking, you pump Azriel’s erection into your hand. You lick up his entire shaft, swirling your tongue around his tip before giving it a sloppy kiss. 

“It’s my turn to pleasure you, Az.” 

He chuckles darkly. “Come on then, princess. Let’s see what that wicked tongue of yours can do.”

The challenge rushes through your veins as you take him deep, gagging on his length as he hits the back of your throat. You hum against Azriel and the vibration reverberates through his entire body, making him involuntarily buck his hips further into your mouth. Full of smug satisfaction, you suck and swirl, suctioning your cheeks while the shadowsinger writhes underneath you. It’s a reward in itself to hear him moan so beautifully, the sound echoing off the walls while you attempt to tamper down your own pants as Cassian continues fucking into you. 

You wanted to cum so badly, but you made sure to deliver on your promise to Azriel first. As you lick, spit, and suck his dick, you take the time to cup his balls in your hand, taking each one between your lips while the shadowsinger’s growls grow even louder. You can tell he’s close by the way he’s twitching against your lips. 

“Cum for me, Azriel.”

The words take him by surprise and his orgasm hits him hard, filling your mouth with hot liquid as you swallow his cum. Some of his arousal spills on his groin, but you don’t miss a single drop, lapping it up with determination. 

Azriel murmurs his thanks, planting kisses all over your face before tasting himself on your mouth. “My kinky girl,” he says breathlessly. “I have a feeling this is just the beginning.” 

Cassian hums in agreement, fisting your hair in his hands. “Now come on, sweetheart. I believe I owe you an orgasm or two.”

“Gods, I feel like you’re tearing me apart, Cas. I don’t know if I can cum two more times.” 

The Illyrian warrior tugs you backward, shoving his tongue down your throat while you groan in pleasure. “Are you whining, baby? Because bratty girls get spanked.”

Fuck. That awakens a whole new need within you. Cassian senses the shift in your scent as the comment practically makes you cream on his length. 

“Cauldron boil me, you do want to be spanked.” He cups your ass, kneading the soft tissue and making you moan in response. With a wicked smirk, Cassian brings his large hand down and slaps your right ass cheek. 

The impact makes you lurch in surprise, launching you directly into Azriel. He sees the delight in your eyes and chuckles. 

“I think she wants more, Cas.” Those hazel eyes flicker through your features before he braces you against his solid chest. “Spank her again.” 

Cassian obliges and smacks your left cheek while Azriel holds you up. You whimper, feeling hot all over as Cassian turns your chin towards him, kissing you roughly. 

“Do you like that, baby girl?” he asks in a gravelly voice, laced with lust and desire. 

“Yes, Cas.” You look into those hazel eyes, tracing the slit over his right brow while he shivers underneath your touch. “I love it when you spank me.” 

The roar that comes out of his mouth sounds purely predatory as he palms your ass again, his lips lathering each cheek with open mouthed kisses. Without warning, he smacks you so hard you wouldn’t be surprised to find his handprint imprinted onto your ass cheek. 

“Harder.” You wail as Cassian mounts you again, tangling his fingers into your hair while he grinds himself into you. 

“What was that, sweetheart? I don’t think I heard you. You’re going to have to be louder than that.”

You bury yourself into Azriel’s neck and the shadowsinger steadies your shaking arms. 

“Spank me harder,” you plead. “Please, Cassian.” 

Cassian smirks at you, but gladly obliges. His free hand comes down on your ass so loudly that the sound of his spanks echo through the entire cabin. The filthy ringing of his smacks combined with the squelching sound of his cock in your pussy is too much to bear for the both of you. 

Your back arches as Cassian ruts into you at a faster pace, leaning over to kiss the base of your spine as you cry out in pleasure. He palms your bouncing tits and pulls at your hair while pushing your head into Azriel’s lap. Your cheek rests against the shadowsinger’s thigh as you feel yourself about to reach the precipice of another orgasm. 

“Let go, sweetheart. We’ve got you.” 

At Cassian’s words, release racked through your body. The intensity of the orgasm hits you all at once and your pussy throbs sensitively while Cassian pulls out and replaces his cock with his tongue. His kitten licks lap up all of your juices as he spreads you wide, sucking harshly on your clit while you whine. 

“You’ve got one more in you, baby,” he growls between your thighs. 

Tears of pleasure coat your cheeks and Azriel kisses each drop away while encouraging you to ride it out. You turn over, body limp as your gaze falls to Rhysand who’s watching all of this transpire with slightly parted lips. Thanks to Cassian’s skilled tongue, it’s not long before you’re brought over the edge again and pleasure slams into you so hard that you’re on the verge of sobbing. 

Please, Rhys. I need you beside me.

Rhysand doesn’t even think twice before sliding into the mattress, taking you from Azriel’s arms as he rocks you back and forth. The heir of night cradles you, praising you for doing so well before tucking you into his chest. He cleans you up with a hot towel that one of his brothers brought in from the bathing room, all while whispering soothing words and holding you gently. Absolutely fucked out, you lean into him and let him spoon your aching body into his own. You melt into Rhys, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace as he pulls you tightly into him.

He presses a kiss onto your temple as your lids grow heavier by the second. “You can rest now, darling. I’ve got you and I’m not letting go any time soon.” 

Exhaustion pierces you like an ash arrow while Rhysand cuddles you. 

“Goodnight, Rhysie,” you murmur softly into his neck. 

Unbeknownst to you, the nickname tugs at Rhysand’s heartstrings as he brushes your hair away from your face. The last thing you remember is the fond smile on his face while he kisses you goodnight. 

“Goodnight, kitten.”

The next morning, you wake to the sounds of clattering metal and hushed voices. Sunlight streams through the window as you slowly open your eyes, groaning when you find the spot next to you empty. You’re not alone for long though because Rhysand was now pushing through the door with a tray in his hands. 

You perk up at the sight, mouth watering as the delicious smell of waffles fills your senses. Your favorite. 

“Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well?” 

You blink, examining Rhys from head to toe, grinning at the pink apron tied around his torso and the streak of flour clinging to his cheek. 

“I think I might still be dreaming,” you say with a chuckle. “Because there’s no way Rhysand, infamous Illyrian baby, is actually bringing me breakfast in bed.” 

He rolls his eyes fondly. “I’ll have you know, I’m a perfectly capable cook.” 

A sneer echoes from the hallway as Cassian and Azriel enter the room. The latter is holding a glass of orange juice which the shadowsinger carefully sets on the bedside table before kissing your temple. You smile shyly up at him, still in awe of how beautiful the male was. How beautiful all of them were, really. 

“Capable isn’t the word I’d use, brother.” Cas teases with a laugh. “I saw the burnt batch you threw out. What were you trying to do? Burn the whole godsdamned cabin down?” 

“You’re just cranky because Rhys didn’t save you a waffle,” Azriel points out with amusement. 

Rhysand groans. “Can you two let her have a moment of peace before you march in here with your incessant hovering?” 

Cassian grins and shoots you a wink. “Sorry sweetheart, Rhys is right. We should let you recuperate after last night’s strenuous activities.” 

The heir of night sets the tray before you with a nervous smile. Well, as nervous as he could manage with a face like that. It was almost seductive, honestly. Just like everything Rhys did.

You smile sweetly at him. “Thank you, Rhysie. This is so sweet of you.”

You had to give it to the male. Even if your waffles were on the crispier side, you could tell that he put a lot of thought into arranging everything on your plate, adding silvers of bacon on the side with slices of butter and a pot of syrup positioned on each side of the plate. 

The three of them watch you in silence as you eat and you can’t help but grin. Azriel hands you the glass of orange juice as soon as your gaze dips to it while Rhys and Cas perch on the edge of the bed. The way they were fussing over you was almost comical, preening like mother hens despite the fact that all three of them had taken turns obliterating you last night. 

As you chew, Cassian swipes a piece of bacon from your plate and pops it into his mouth.

“Stop hogging all the bacon, Cas.” Rhysand reprimands, swatting his brother’s hand away. 

“You’re one to talk, you hog.” Cassian responds with a roll of his eyes. He quirks a brow at you, smirking. “Last night would’ve happened a lot sooner if Rhys wasn’t such a possessive bastard. Though I can’t say I blame him. I wouldn’t want to share you either.” 

The blush that creeps up your cheeks was ironic, given all the filthy things that were uttered in this room just a few hours ago. You found it oddly comforting that you were all still able to act normal after all that transpired between the four of you. 

“Yes, yes,” Rhysand says with a dramatic wave of his hands. “I’m a selfish bastard, but I’m learning how to share.” 

Azriel chuckles. “Thank the Cauldron for that because I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you, angel.” 

You beam at the three males. “Giant Illyrian babies, each and every one of you. Haven’t you ever heard the saying, the more, the merrier?” 

Rhysand laughs. “Believe it or not, I don’t think this is what the original speaker intended, but I’m glad to see that you’re recovering well.” He glances at his brothers with a smirk. “Now if you two are done hovering, kitten and I would like some privacy.” 

The Ilyrians males roll their eyes. Azriel takes your hand and presses a kiss onto your knuckles. 

“Until next time, angel.”

Cassian ruffles your hair as he pecks your cheek. “We’ll come out to play again. After my brother has had his fill of being a needy, clingy bastard.” 

The door shuts behind the winged warriors, leaving you alone with Rhysand. He smoothly slides the tray away from your lap and nuzzles up to you with a grin. 

“Feeling especially cruel this morning, aren't you Rhysie?” you chuckle as he sidles up to your side, arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace as he pulls you into his lap. “Was it really necessary to kick them out?” 

"Give me some credit. I played nicely and shared with my brothers, but now I want you all to myself.” Rhysand prods his nose into your neck, lips grazing your soft skin. “I meant what I said last night. I really did miss you and not for the reasons you think.” 

“I missed you too, Rhys.” You gaze into those violet eyes, at the male you wholeheartedly trusted with your mind and body. And perhaps also with your heart. “I always miss you when you’re gone.” 

A smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “That reminds me. I did have something important to tell you before you pounced on me in that seedy tavern restroom.” You playfully roll your eyes, gesturing for him to continue. 

“My visit isn��t just the usual break from training. I’m coming home. To Velaris,” he pauses, weighing his words with an uncertainty that you’ve never seen on him before. “To you. If you’ll have me.” 

You grin so widely your cheeks ache. “Of course I will. You’re my best friend Rhys. You know me better than anyone in this realm. I trust you with my mind, body, and heart and I’ve known the latter for longer than I care to admit.” 

“I know,” the heir of night says with a smirk. “And I feel the same way about you, too. I’ve been in love with you since the moment you marched up to me and demanded that I buy you a drink at Rita’s.” 

“I love you too, you smug prick.” Rhysand goes in for a kiss, but you dart out of his way. “Forgetting something? I don’t think I ever heard a formal request to be your girlfriend.”

The future High Lord only smirks. “I made you breakfast, darling. That’s the equivalent of me getting on my knees and begging. Though if that’s what you truly want, all you have to do is ask.”

“Funny. I’m usually the one on my knees for you, boyfriend.”

Rhysand’s dark laughter caresses your consciousness as he grazes his lips over yours, loving the way the new title sounded. 

“That can be arranged, girlfriend.” 

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[prolix-yuy]

In honor of your Bangathon, I spun the wheel 🤣

So we have froggy style with *drum roll* none other than our warm, feral racoon man Dieter Bravo. And we just need that sultry foul mouth.

I'm so excited for all the drabble that are going to come of this.

Lovely Britt! It is the penultimate day of the Bangathon and I've thrown all my rules out the window. Dieter double feature, absolutely obliterating my word count, and I'm having way too much fun with it. Let's get froggy with our raccoon boy!

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x F!Reader

Position: Froggy Style

Word Count: 2656 (it's 12:45am, there are no gods, no one can save me)

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, fingering (f receiving), PiV sex, exhibitionism, dirty talk, public sex, sex parties, mentions of fetish play.

Notes: This idea came to me in a dream and I had to write it, word count be damned! Technically I'm spoiling the ending with just the pairing, but I'm sure you would have guessed it instantly either way. Let's go!

“This is a little too Eyes Wide Shut for me,” you tell your friend Ana as she urges you through the front door of a Hollywood mansion. Your voice is muffled by the mask you wear, black lace molded to look like a cat. Only your eyes are visible, held on with a thick ribbon tied behind your head. Ana is sporting a rabbit mask, maybe a little on the nose for the occasion but you could appreciate the honesty. 

“Then why did you accept my invitation?” she asks, all smug grace and poise in the skimpy red dress she matched to her disguise. You’re more akin to a kitten, steps uncertain and timid as you take in the room and all its inhabitants. 

It had been too tempting, one of Ana’s fellow actors inviting her out to a “masquerade.” When she saw your eyes widen, heat rising in your cheeks, she made a phone call and extended your own invitation. It would have been rude to deny. But now, co-mingling with people who would never know you in the outside world, it all feels like a bad idea.  

Men and women alike are masked, some more on display than others. One fox woman is in barely-there lingerie, a falcon man in low-slung gray sweatpants and nothing else. Your skin tingles in anticipation, the long black dress hugging your form a comfort against the tickle of eyes. 

“If you get cold feet, just leave before the selection,” Ana says, stepping away from you to grab a couple glasses of champagne. You’re about to question how you’ll drink it when you see golden straws circling the lip.

“They thought of everything,” you murmur, eliciting a chuckle from her. 

“Anything catch your eye?” she says salaciously, and you bat her away before surveying the room. Many wolves and lions, a few birds of prey, some dog masks that look suspiciously close to fetish gear. Bodies of all types, but nothing that stood out enough to make you salivate.

“We’ll see,” you say as a chime sounds and the crowd moves deeper into the house. Ana walks next to you, head turning to take in the potentials. You keep yours tilted up, admiring the fresco on the ceiling and trying to ground yourself.

“It’s a pretty good replica, but the real thing is better,” says a deep male voice next to your shoulder. 

“The blue is really vibrant,” you reply, “Looks like they followed traditional techniques.” 

“Only the best for our esteemed hosts,” he muses, making a smile come to your hidden lips.

“Not a fan?” you tease, an entryway coming into view.

“I would never say an unkind word about those that invite me in their home,” the man says with faux adoration, “but yes, they're extremely tacky and most of their art is fake.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you laugh, turning to see who’s speaking but no one is directly behind you anymore. He must have melted into the crowd. You’re about to ask Ana if she saw him when you come to a bottleneck, two darkly dressed attendants speaking to each guest.

“Are you open to being chosen tonight?” the bright-eyed woman to your right says, holding out a red string bracelet. You swallow hard.

“Yes.”

She affixes the string around your wrist, letting you enter the open courtyard. Silver stars twinkle in the indigo sky, braziers lit around the room offering warmth and golden light. A group of guests, mostly male-presenting, gather in the middle of the courtyard. Around the peripheries, mixed company lounge on crisp white couches in various poses of seduction. You settle on one, letting Ana wander away. 

Once guests stopped filing in, another chime sounds and the group begins thinning out. Some remain, nodding to companions or conversing. The majority wander the perimeter, extending hands or sitting beside their choices. 

Anxiety wells in your throat. What was someone supposed to choose you for? You’re among the Hollywood twelves, smuggled in by your connections. What would they want with your cheap dress and cheaper tastes? What could they judge from a glance?

Suddenly, there’s a hand extended before you. 

“Would you care to be chosen, gatita?”

The voice is familiar, the same man from before. Putting visuals to him is more powerful than you thought. He’s in silk pajamas, white and tan with beautiful renditions of bare-branched trees poking up from red and green brush. You even spy some hunting dogs pointing at invisible prey. Covering his face is a brass-colored raccoon mask, tied with red ribbon. His eyes are dark pools behind it, a halo of wild chocolate curls framing the edges. As much as you want to laugh at the raccoon mask, something about it on this man curls excitement in your stomach. It reminds you less of cute animal videos you send to your friends, more of glittering eyes in the dead of night, and the fear of a vicious bite. 

You extend your hand, and his palm is soft and large under yours. “Can it be…private?” you ask, already glimpsing the bold undressing of some guests, others watching on. 

“As the lady wishes,” he concedes, leading you away from the crowd. As you ascend a set of stairs, you converse again.

“Why do the hosts have so much fake artwork?” 

He snorts, keeping your hand in his.

“Because it’s expected. Big house has to be full of priceless art. But you can’t have priceless art in every house, so you compromise. Say it’s on loan, from a museum, from a friend. A grand lie they all pretend to believe.”

“And what’s in your house?” you ask, reaching the top of the stairs. He pauses, eyes roaming you appreciatively. 

“Knew I picked a clever one,” he says, raising the hairs on the back of your neck. “Only originals. My own.” He leads you around a catwalk and down a hall with several doors.

“So you’re an artist?” you ask, stroking your thumb along his. It makes him squeeze your hand back. 

“Among other things,” he murmurs before stopping in front of a door with a tag hanging off the handle. Pocketing it, he enters the bedroom, locking the door behind you. 

It’s too lavish, an abundance of velvet and ruffles that makes you smirk at the raccoon’s earlier comments. He steps in and stands at the foot of the bed, waiting for you to follow. The bravery you’d mustered earlier evaporates when the door shuts, and now you hover by the edge of the bed.

“Gatita, if this isn’t what you want, I’ll leave. It’s only fun if we’re both having it.” You take in a deep breath and shake your head, stepping closer. His hands come up to smooth over your arms, moving to cup the back of your neck. Tugging you into his broad chest, his fingers find your zip and pull it ever so slightly.

“Would you like to know what I want to do to you?” he breathes in your ear, and you manage a weak yes before he starts unzipping your dress tooth by tooth.

“I’m going to remove this dress, and tease your nipples through your bra before taking it off - one handed, of course. Then I’ll lay you back and pleasure your pretty pussy with my fingers until you’re begging for my cock. Once you’re ready to explode I’ll join you in the bed and put you on all fours so I can hit deep and hard inside you. Make you cum on my dick once, then do it again. Maybe even get you to squirt if you’ve never done that. After all that, if you’re very good for me, I’ll keep making you cum all night. How does that sound?”

Could you actually orgasm from his voice alone? You sincerely worry you will as your dress slips to the floor, leaving you in your prettiest lingerie pressed against his intoxicating silks. 

“What about the masks?” you manage to get out, the stiff covering starting to itch against your overheated face.

“Let’s leave them on for now. The mystery is half the fun,” he says, hands sliding up to cup your breasts and thumb lightly at your peaked nipples. You gasp, letting your head roll back. 

“Oh, gatita, I’ll make you feel so good tonight.”

True to his word, the raccoon touches and teases you within an inch of your sanity, talented fingers caressing every erogenous zone until you’re aching and shaking with need. You swear if he even circles your clit once you’ll cum so hard you’ll need an ambulance. Want and desire burns hot in your veins, hands searching for his skin and only getting small touches. The caress of your fingers along the open expanse of his chest. Fingers entwining as he presses you down into the mattress. The skin across his lower back. He keeps just far enough away to tease, but always close enough to work you to dizzying heights. 

“Please,” you whimper after the umpteenth time he’s worked you up and stopped before you could crest. Tilting his head, he leaves another featherlight touch over your clit.

“Ask me for it,” he gruffs out, voice even deeper with desire. “Ask me to fuck you. Ask me to be inside you.” 

The words tumble out of your lips. “Please fuck me, please, any way you want. I need to feel you inside me, need to cum around you. You’ll feel so good, I’ll make you feel so good…” You could beg for hours more but he’s turning you over and moving you up the bed, settling on his knees behind you. Tugging your hips, he lifts you to crouch, hands on the bed and feet planted under bent knees. The position is new to you, but the control you feel like this, hearing the condom wrapper rip and the pops of the last few buttons on his shirt, is thick in your veins.

“Tilt your hips,” he orders, and you arch your back to offer your needy cunt to him. He stretched you well on his fingers, but just the snug fit of his head pressing inside you widens your eyes.

“Fuck, you’re big,” you gasp, earning a soothing stroke over your hips.

“Sure know how to make my cock even harder, gatita. Say it again.”

You whine through your teeth as he sinks further in, stroking two fingers over your clit.

‘“Fuck, you’re so big, my pussy’s full of you, I don’t know how it’s gonna fit inside me but fuck, I want it.” The end rushes out as he shallowly fucks into you, letting you adjust to his girth.

“Oh gatita, don’t worry, I’ll make it fit,” he promises, rolling his hips even deeper. Your arms shake with the effort of holding yourself up, mask hot and sticky with sweat as you pant into the fabric. You want nothing more than to rip it off and let him devour you, whoever he may be. 

Finally, he’s fully seated and you’re delirious with how stuffed you are. One slow stroke out makes you grip the sheets, waiting for him to fill you again.

He's not making you wait any longer. The pace is firm, steady to start, working you around his cock and soaking him with your arousal. Your calves begin to burn but you pay no mind, instead using the leverage to push back against him. He groans at this, helping guide your hips with his hot touch.

“Fuck, your pussy is goddamn divine, squeezing me so tight. I’m gonna make you cum around me and then I’ll give you what you deserve.” Your head spins as he speeds up, every thrust angled right into your g-spot with mind-blowing accuracy. Gathering slick from your dripping cunt, he circles your clit steadily as you clamp down on him, the precipice of your orgasm right at your fingertips.

“Oh fuck I’m cumming,” you squeak before your knees give out, arms buckling as you tumble into the pillows with every nerve ending singing his praises. He’s firm behind you, murmuring how good of a girl you are, how good you’re cumming on him, how hard he has to try not to cum yet. The praise melts you down into barely perceiving a world outside the pleasures of your body.

Once the aftershocks subside, your cunt even tighter around his throbbing cock, the man speaks.

“That was so good, gatita. Now hold on.” At that he begins well and truly fucking you, deep and fast with snarls dripped onto your skin. You half expect to feel a bite, but only his fingers dig in to your thighs to keep you pressed tight against him. You let him use your pussy, content just to feel him pulse inside, when his fingers return to your clit.

“Did you think I was done with this?” he pants, teasing the sensitive bud from overstimulation back to drenching pleasure as he coaxes another orgasm to the surface. “Together this time, on five, four, three…”

You can’t believe this man is going to orchestrate your orgasm, but just as he’s nearing one you feel the telltale tingle erupt into molten fire filling your lungs with a wild shout. He’s shouting too, buried in your cunt and shuddering. It takes long minutes for you both to catch your breaths, white spots dancing around the edge of your vision. Finally he eases out, tugging your knees back to lay you down. You welcome the change, body relaxing as you hear him throw out the condom and return with tissues.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” you say, still a little loopy from all the endorphins flooding your brain. The raccoon man chuckles as you turn and sit up, admiring him standing in those designer pajamas, bottoms pulled up but top still open. Your mind wanders to kissing every inch of his chest, sucking a hickey into his collarbone. A small fear in your chest, unknown even to you, falls away.

“I’d like to take the mask off,” you say, looking up at the raccoon man. His hands falter, coming to his waist and tapping nervously. 

“Are you sure?” he asks, trepidation in his voice. You nod.

“It’s okay, I’m a nobody,” you say, hands on the ribbon behind your head.

“I’m not,” he says quietly, stilling your motions. He’s turning away from you, tense and anxious. You know the feeling.

“You don’t have to. I won’t ask you to. But I'm okay with you knowing me.” You tug at the ribbons and let the cat mask fall away. You skin can finally breathe, making you sigh in relief. The raccoon’s eyes snap to you, and all the hard lines of his body soften.

“You’re...more beautiful than I hoped,” he says, awe in his voice. It makes your skin heat up again, a shy smile fighting on your face. It was kind of sweet, the idea that this stranger would know you for only this night, and that it could be your secret. Even your face would be his and his alone. 

Then his hands lift to the back of his head, and the racoon mask comes away in his palms. 

A blink. Then two. Then shock paints your face. 

Did Dieter fucking Bravo just ruin your pussy?

But he’s kneeling on the bed and kissing you breathless, tearing the rest of his clothes off, and you remember the night’s still very young. 

Maybe you could share a few more secrets.

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

[just-another-author-i-guess]

A little collection of fun things Judd does

Tags: fem! Reader, mentions of drugs, alcohol, pyromania?, just Judd things yk, maybe he should be a warning in himself, there’s like one brief mention of sex, generally creepy behavior, Judd being an unironic edge lord, author was sleep deprived

Playlist: I made him a fun little playlist, I tried very hard not to be biased and add songs I actually think he’d listen to instead of just songs I like lol

But! if you’d like to listen to some of Judd’s jams, you can do so HERE

Summary: part 2 to my Judd hc’s, read part one HERE

Author’s note: this,, just came to me. I’ve been taking random thoughts I had about Judd and added them to a docs document, and would you look at that! These hc’s wrote themselves! I think I babygirlyfied him a little bit, but yk what? He is my baby girl 💪

Just Judd things

Word count; 1,9K

Judd birch is known for many things, one of them being his smell

He always smells a bit.. funny

Not bad, just kinda like raccoons and alcohol, it’s an interesting smell

Often he also smells like some kinda polish, either because he’s been polishing his car or his knives

I’m sorry if I ruin y’all’s illusion, but he DOES NOT shower unless absolutely necessary

He only really showers if someone (probably you or his mom lol) tells him to, or if he had a particularly sweaty workout

Also, he would never admit this but sometimes he showers just to impress you

Always carries that certain Judd musk yk

He’s also one of those guys who washes their face like once every full moon but somehow still has flawless skin

If you ever convinced him to let you do his eyeliner, he would also not wash it off, just let it sit there and bake unless you washed it off for him

Anyways

Judd is mean as hell, a gaping asshole in his own words

But, he does respect his family somewhat

Even loves them a bit, if he’s being completely honest

Especially Diane

He holds a strong sense of respect for his mom, way more than his dad

It’s not like he’s gonna stop making low key misogynistic jokes for shits and giggles, but he often tries to dial back the cursing in front of her

Like he values her opinions and praise of him the most out of his family

He’s also super protective, mostly of his younger siblings

Like I mentioned before, he definitely has that kinda “edgy” humour

The guy probably says a lot of controversial stuff just to get a reaction

He literally pretends not to be a feminist just to piss off leah

(In reality, he genuinely doesn’t give one single shit about feminism)

Likewise he also just disagrees with whatever his family says just because they said it

But he will not hesitate to physically or verbally beat anyone who starts shit with his siblings

Forget all about is asshole-ness and such, he will obliterate anyone who hurt his siblings

Only he’s allowed to fuck with them lol

When he told Nick “you’ll die when I say you die” he really meant it

He actually also values the raccoons quite a bit

When he goes on his drunken rambles, they’re always there to listen yk

He has friends,, kinda, like he has people he tolerates more than others but he honestly doesn’t mind doing things alone

He enjoys his own company

But also the raccoons

It’s like a mentally unstable girl and her support cat, Judd just has his gang of raccoons

(He tells them all his secrets)

I feel like he would genuinely enjoy the company of an animal way more than people, not limited to raccoons

But he’s not nice to them, he’s never nice to anyone he cares about

He’s just doesn’t grasp the idea, being nice verbally means nothing to him

He’s a man of physical and action-based affirmations

It’s the little things that counts for him

Unless he knows someone who values affirming words, ect his family or girlfriend, he will very rarely go out of his comfort zone to grant them such

He’s so awkward verbally stating his feelings too omg,,

“Dad.. I.. love you..?” He’s like that each time he tries to come across as sincere, it’s like he’s questioning it as he’s speaking lol

He was like that as a kid too, he’s always just enjoyed creeping people out

He takes pride in his weirdness

The guy is very morally grey, the only thing he truly wants ever is the cause chaos

Or inflicting stress/pain on his siblings somehow

He doesn’t rough Leah up like he would with Nick, but he knows just how to get into her head

That’s another thing, he knows everyone’s business

Literally

Between hiding in the vents, being the designated dealer in town and generally the quiet kid in school, he knows what everyone’s up to

Even Nick and Leah’s friends

Knows all their names too

His parents definitely took him to a psychiatrist when he was younger, he was a very difficult child to deal with

Think gremlin meets Chucky

That’s baby Judd

His parents supported him though, and still do

Elliot especially tries to take interest in whatever Judd likes, bands, movies, setting things on fire, ect

Also, music wise, I think he’d really like the misfits

Probably also three days grace and oooh, definitely rob zombie

He just strikes me as that kinda guy

But also, he doesn’t know shit about the hands he listens to

He doesn't care enough to get into the people behind the music, you could literally ask him who’s in the band who wrote his favourite song and he wouldn’t know

Takes the term “separate the art from the artist” to a whole new level

If he doesn’t listen to music, he’s the type of dude to literally put “horror movie ambience” or “pov you’re getting murdered asmr” on or whatever the fuck

Also, he’s the type to strictly listen to music on YouTube, with adds because he doesn’t want to pay

He only has burner phones anyways, so he has to listen to music on his computer or whatever, he has a shit ton of obscure cd’s in his car though that he listens to as well

And on the topic of phones, because of his less than usual choice, literally no one has his number

Probably only Leah has his number? I feel like he’d only give it to her and maybe his girlfriend if you’re lucky

Leah has to text him like “mom says dinner is ready in 10” or “dad told me to text you to please come home soon” stuff like that, and she’s so done with it

He somehow has everyone’s number though

You’ll randomly get a text if he needs you, and he never tells you who it’s from

He will literally text you “I’m in your house” without any disclosure

Maybe he’ll add a few blurry pictures of something in your house as well

Oh but if he’s actually trying to scare you, expect pictures he took of rotting roadkill or a bloody ziplock back or something he found

He just loves gore and violence <3

Another thing he really, really, enjoys is scaring people

He deliberately hides behind doors or curtains to scare his family, he’s also really good at just being super silent?

If he doesn’t want to be found, you’re not gonna find him

If you sleep over at his house and use the bathroom by his room to brush your teeth, the fucker will be standing behind you in the mirror when you come up from rinsing your mouth

He scares those he cares about, what can I say

Well he also scares everyone else, he’s kinda feral

As I said before, it’s not like he doesn’t socialise at all, bc like, he’s literally everyone’s dealer

Idek where he gets his stuff from, but everyone knows Leah and Nick as Judd’s little siblings because they have bought from him one time or another

Not only limited to drugs, he also always has alcohol

(He robbed a liquor store)

Somehow they never found out it was him?? Even though it’s exceedingly obvious and he keeps doing it every other week or so

Some of your dates casually turns into “hey let’s rob a store” and it’s actually so chill

As a consequence of his never ending supply of Jack Daniel’s, he’s like chronically hung over

Always kinda tired and complaining that his head hurts

Literally has a hangover 6 out of 7 days of the week

He also has a bit of a pyromaniac streak

Sometimes buildings in town just sorta,, burn down

I feel like people in town know it’s Judd, but the police force is actually useless so again, he never gets caught

Actually he got caught once, because he was high and accidentally left a lighter at the crime scene

It was before he turned 18 though, so he got no major consequences besides like a night in jail and being grounded for a really long time

I imagine that might have been why he ran away? Man’s didn’t want to deal with the aftermath of his own consequences

He actually really likes consequences of things, just not when it actually turns out to be inconvenient for him

But like, he’s really fascinated by watching things slowly unfold if yk what I mean

He’s quite a patient guy, he literally had the patience to train a whole ass battalion of raccoons

But my point is, he can wait a long periods of time while plotting his sinister plans

He’s a supervillain at heart fr

And as I said before, he exists to cause chaos

I feel like he would literally worship the chaos theory, and he would definitely mansplain it to you

Judd doesn’t believe in god, but he believes in the chaos theory

That’s probably why he’s so into horror, but like a certain kind

He doesn’t really care too much about paranormal or psychological horror

He still watches it, but it’s just not his favourite

What he really loves, is the gorefests

Murderporn if you will

He lives and breathes bloody slasher movies, where people get pointlessly murdered left and right

Literally the more gritty the better

Especially if it’s one of those where all the women gets murdered with their tits out

Horror movies makes him horny help—

No but actually, he’s so annoying to watch them with, because even if it’s a movie he likes HE WILL NOT STOP COMMENTING

starts muttering every other minute about how that flesh wound is not realistic and how it would actually look

How does he know this? You don’t want to ask

But back to the horny part, if you’re dating him, you almost always fuck to horror movies instead of music

If Judd puts on a horror movie, yk what he’s initiating

It’s either that, or he lets you choose the music in his car

Two very subtle, but yet very clear demands of what he wants

Another thing, he loves when you scratch him up

On his chest, on his back, anywhere

Just having those long, red nail marks on his skin does stuff to him

The same with leaving marks on you, he’s so into it

He needs you to be absolutely as bitten and bruised up as you can possibly be

And it doesn’t limit to you, no, no please, bite him back

He’ll love it

(People around you are slightly concerned)

Now I’ve just listed a bunch of things he likes, but like whatever he’s doing, he’s gonna seem super indifferent

He’s just,,, always scowling

My man’s not coded to show joy

Wait okay no, but like he can smile, it just looks unnatural lol

Sometimes, he even laughs (mainly when others are in misery)

But generally, he’s just pretty stoic

And also, he doesn’t truly have that many opinions on stuff

He literally doesn’t care, but that’s kinda expected for someone who’s biggest wish is to go permanently off the grid

Like, he could be delivered the deadliest insult ever, or see a house burning down or something and he would still be like ._.

It takes quite a lot to get him to move his face muscles, is what I’m saying

Generally, it’s gonna take a lot to get him to care about anything

Wow 🤩 more judd headcannons

These were a bit pointless ig, but I enjoyed making them haha, I hope you enjoyed it! And if you listened to the playlist, I hope that was alright too 💪

Tags: @dlfvrr @bxbyyyjocelyn

[oogaboogasphincter]

Voltage | Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x f!reader

your favorite toy dies on you at the worst possible moment. frankie compensates - and absolutely obliterates - your woes.

word count/rating/warnings - 3100+ // hurt then comfort, swearing, EXPLICIT 18+ ONLY: masturbation (f), unprotected p in v sex (use protection irl!), oral sex (f (come on it’s the pussy-eating king we’re talking about here) and m receiving), light choking, squirting, anal play (f receiving), sprinkles of a breeding kink, a DISGUSTING amount of pet names, creampie, aftercare

a/n - ahh, this is the first full-length fic i’ve written in a veryyy long time! do i have two requests sitting in my inbox? yes and i send my sincerest apologies to those patiently waiting. but this idea came to me like a premonition skdjs 😭 and it is giving me the confidence to write those two! i hope you enjoy! :)

Acute, harsh tremors pulse on your clit as you hold your vibrator against the swollen bud, wiggling the head of the wand ever so slightly to radiate the stimulation. Legs spread wide and thong pulled to the side, your free hand reaches up and pinches your nipple, sending your head back in a rapt gasp. Visions of your soft, sweet boyfriend pounding into you ruthlessly fill your dazed head, aiding you over the edge of your orgasmic cliff. And just when you're about to scream his name, though he's not at home, the vibrations stutter and then fall dead.

You snap your neck back upright, eyes wide open as you inspect the toy. This cannot be happening.

"No, no, no, no," you whimper as you shake the wand, attempting to rev it back to life for the measly yet crucial thirty seconds you need it for. To no avail, the toy sits silent, unmoving in your hand. You whack it against your palm two more times before you sit up and rub your eyes with the heels of your hands, unceremoniously dropping the disappointment on the bedspread beside you.

You had needed this. Frankie had been gone all day, over at Santi's to help install a back deck - and of course Benny, upon hearing this, invited himself and his cacophonous truck over, knowing Fish had a way with machines and the patience of a mule. With the holidays around the corner, both your biological and adoptive families badgered you with messages and calls of 'When are you coming over?', 'I don't control the weather, find a way to get here, we're all counting on you', 'Oh and by the way make sure to bring a present or three for everyone!'.

Work had ramped up; the collective stress of the forcibly affectionate season was making everyone a grouch; and the dog managed to tear up your flower garden and subsequently stole your lunch break for a bath and half your dinner time for cleaning up the yard. Sitting with your knees to your chest, you can't help the tears that well up in your eyes from your robbed pleasure.

Fleck's nails tapping against the hardwood floor and the creaking of the front door signals your lover's arrival home. You get up and throw on the pair of sweats you had changed into earlier, feeling embarrassed to just sit there naked in your wallowing. Frankie can be heard greeting your puppy, setting his keys down and toeing his boots off before opening the fridge to no doubt grab a drink. You settle yourself on the edge of your shared bed, trying to compose yourself at least a little bit, as Frankie comes in.

"Hey angelface," he blurts out before he can process the sourness of your expression. He immediately sets his water down and comes over to kneel in front of you, looking up at you with concern, "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

You can't hold it in anymore. The dam breaks and you let your tears stream down your cheeks, causing Frankie to sit up and pull you into a quick, grounding hug. He drags back and puts his strong, comforting hands on your shoulders, waiting to listen patiently when you're ready. You wipe your dribbling nose with your sweatshirt sleeve and speak shakily, "I-I just had a bad day. Not bad, j-just- stressful."

Those damned puppy dog eyes of his are washed over with devastating sadness, "I'm so sorry, baby. And I'm so sorry that I couldn't be here to help you, I knew I should've waited until the weekend-"

You shake your head, "No, it's okay," cupping his cheek. The prickle of his patchy stubble never fails to calm you down, no matter by how little, no matter how upset you are. You turn to your side, gesturing helplessly at your dead toy and ramble in one breath, "And I knew you'd be tired by the time you got home and I didn't want to make you even more tired so I wanted to just cum and get it over with but then this fucking thing fucking died and-"

You had picked it up, squeezing it with rage, but Frankie places a gentle hand over yours and melts your fingers from their irritated freeze. His other hand comes up to cradle both of yours, rubbing his calloused thumbs over your trembling knuckles, releasing a pressurized huff of fatigue from you. He reaches up to the apple of your cheek and dabs a puddle of tears away with the back of his finger, "Shh, honey, it's okay. I'll make you feel better, I promise."

You glance up at him dejectedly through your waterfall, and he repeats in assurance, "I promise," before moving in to press his soft lips to yours.

They're slightly chapped from his long day of work, with minimal time and lazy effort to keep hydrated. You'll give him a smack on the shoulder for it later. For now, you let his movements soothe you, his mouth waltzing with yours with steadily increasing desire all the while maintaining his trademark gentleness. His hands fall away when you anchor yourself around his neck, only to find your hips upon landing. Those mischievous fingertips slink into your waistband, easily removing your loose fitting pants while maintaining his worship kneel and adoring kiss.

Your bright pink thong catches his eye during an enamored flutter of his lashes, tearing him from your kiss momentarily. The petulant wrinkle between his eyebrows deepens in question and you explain with a tired shrug, "I wanted to feel sexy."

He slides the scrap of fabric off, "You're always sexy," and removes your hoodie before returning to your mouth, his haven, and feeding you his tongue. You accept it with a starved moan, suddenly feeling overcome with emotion. He says it like it's a concrete fact, fast and simple. No condescending disbelief, no dramatized emphatics, not like it's a well-known fact and he's taking pity on you that you're the last one in the world to know it. But rather it's a scientific law that has mountains of evidence to explain it, that it's been tested time and time again with a guaranteed success rate. He's a scientist, driven mad with desire, and you're his favorite phenomena.

He shrugs his dirty coveralls off; though they make him look absolutely adorable, you're buzzing to see him naked. Deeply entranced in his poignant relaxation, you lie back into the bed and run your hungry hands from his neck to his collarbone to his shoulders, biceps and back, retracing your favorite sensuous steps again and again. Covering your body with his delectably broad frame, his hardened, heated cock brushes against your splayed entrance, making you both break apart in a gasp. Seeing evidence that you had pleasured yourself - even though this time it was anticlimactic - never fails to make him hard. You reach down and grab his hips to pull them into yours, telling him that you're ready to take him by rubbing his length through your puffy folds, coating his shaft in your slick.

He groans at this, tucking a jostled piece of hair away from your precious face in awe before leaning down to give you a searing kiss, his tip catching at the tight entrance of your heat. You exchange moans into each other's mouths as he slowly breaches your hole, warmly welcomed by your quivering, plush walls. Although you felt like you'd hollowed yourself out trying to rub away the stresses of the day, he still gives you time to adjust, something you always need because of his impressive girth.

"Fuuuuck," he chokes out. The way the elongated expletive strangles itself out of his throat would've made you laugh any other day, but tonight it cradles your distressed heart in gentle fingers. He begins to move, and with every gratifying push forward and aching pull back of his hips, it feels like he's returning every part of yourself that you lost during this hectic season back to you.

He nuzzles his nose against yours, dots kisses across your forehead and holds you so tight that your pieces have nowhere to fracture. Your shaking hands yank at his hips, eager to catapult yourself to your peak once and for all, "Faster, Frankie."

"Do you trust me, bebita?" he asks, eyes closed, blissfully lost in your sensations.

You respond, "Yes," memorizing his relaxed expression that he only slips into when he's with you.

"Then you'll take what I give you," he strains, his teeth gritting together on the last few syllables. He's restraining himself with brute strength, determined to give you a languorous night of luxury rather than a one-note eruption.

He keeps his slow pace, making your nerves all over itch with impatience. Although you clench his biceps in anticipation, nearly squirming underneath him, you do trust him - you may think you know what you want, but he always knows what you need.

His speed doesn't change, but the depths at which he surges inside you grow ever deeper. It doesn't take long for it to feel like he's grazing your cervix. And with that, a familiar squishy feeling in the pit of your stomach arises. Coupled with his mustache tickling your lip on every thrust and his hot breaths swirling in your open mouth, you're dangerously close to your final destination.

"Please make me cum, Frankie," you whimper against his flushed skin, begging for a better outcome than the last time you were at this altitude.

"You don't have to ask, baby, I got you," he watches, eyes half-lidded trying to stave off his own release, as your face mirrors your body; scrunching up and then sobbing with relief as endorphins drown your nerves. You mewl his name down his throat, your body sparkling with exhilaration. But as he momentarily slips trying to steady himself and his thrusts get quicker, his cock punches that sweet spot inside you that makes you gush. Through your ecstatic haze you seize the opportunity and wedge your hand between your impossibly close bodies, playing with your clit until you scream.

"H-holy fuck," Frankie stutters as he hears what's happening below, leaning back to watch you drizzle over his groin. Overwhelmed tears skip down your cheeks and dampen his hair as he buries his face in your neck. He hisses, his resolve on the brink of collapse but steadfast in prolonging your joy. His grunts from continuing thrusts sound near agony, every primal instinct in his body igniting and shouting at him to stuff your womb full of his cum until it seeps out of you.

He goes until he knows for certain you've begun your comedown, abruptly sliding his cock out of your wet channel. You whine at the loss, your pussy clenching in aftershocks.

So stunned you don't even realize it's happening, he hoists you from he edge to the middle of the bed and climbs on after you, laying on his tummy and holding a quivering thigh in each hand. He takes his time prying you back open, mindful of your body's involuntary response to clamp away from such breathtaking pleasure. Once he's got you spread out, he leans in and takes a drink of your juices directly from the source, moaning at the way his tongue glides over you effortlessly thanks to your copious amounts of slick. He revels in your taste; tangy, fleshy, sweet.

He shares your fluids with you, feeding them to you with his tongue on yours, sighing, "How's it taste?"

"Fucking delicious, " you giggle out. He joins in your chuckles, the skin around his eyes crinkling from his wide smile as he swipes his thick fingers through your folds, plunging two down to the second knuckle in your magnetic heat. He brings his hand back up, offering you his middle while he takes his index. Together you swirl your tongues around his digits, hungrily lapping up your flavor, staring at one another in the close proximity and basking in the debauchery with mutual glimmers of mischief in your eyes.

Drunk on pleasure, you want as much of him inside you as you can manage. So you take his large finger back deep, groaning in happiness at the feeling of something of his being shoved down your throat. A new wave of fervor crashes through your veins and lubrication oozes from your core and coats your inner thighs.

"Oh no, you don't," he smirks and retracts his finger from your trap. His hand slithers to your throat and takes control, confining you to the soft - and sweaty - sheets beneath you. He takes a moment to just look at you: a complete 180 from what you were feeling like a little bit ago. He can't wait to make you smile so much your cheeks hurt tomorrow. And maybe make some other body parts sore too.

"C'mere bebita," he rasps, rolling onto his back and beckoning you to climb on top of him. You gladly follow his call, straddling his lap and molding your bodies together, your cheek pressed firmly against his sternum to hear the harsh thrum of his heart. He encapsulates you in his arms, squeezing you firm to his chest, and plants his feet steady into the mattress. Giggles tumble out of you on butterfly wings as you anticipate the speed and force that he's capable of in this position, triggering a chorus of his own playful chuckles that vibrate your face. With no time left to waste, he enters your swiftly - no pinch of discomfort after your rainfall - and gets straight to reacquainting you flesh.

"Oh, fuck, Frankie!-" you shriek into his neck, dappled with drops of exertion. His answering grunts are born from unbridled passion to deliver pleasure to every square centimeter of your cunt and steeled willpower to keep himself from exploding at any given second. He drives his cock into your pussy severely and at a devastating pace, letting the instinct inside him to breed you rage on. He wants to claim you, to fuck you so often that your plushness sculpts to a shape that only fits him. You constantly remind Frankie that he's the only one for you, forever and always, but it's still fun to demolish the nonexistent competition.

Not long after he begins his onslaught of drilling, you're close to falling into that bottomless valley of carnal eruption again.

"Please, please, please, please," you chant the request to him with heightening strangulation, the ripples of his affectionate passion seizing you from your tightening core outward.

And then he makes you fly with the tip of his finger teasing your asshole. As you come apart, he pushes inside your ass; just barely, but enough to make you bury your face into his shoulder and scream his full name, "Francisco!"

Your squeezing of his finger and massaging pulses to his cock force him to slow down, moaning heartily into your hair while you gyrate your hips against his, juicing every last drop of pleasure from your body's breakdown. When your tensing subsides, you're heaving, your breaths skidding across his collarbone like glittering desert over dunes in a sandstorm. His hands come up to hold it between his palms, gazing up at you with an amused twinkle in his eyes.

You brush through his beard, staring at his pouty lips before lowering to them, "It's your turn, mi nutria."

He smiles against your kiss, "Had to take care of my lady first."

Slipping out from underneath you, he gets to his knees and starts waddling behind your drained frame. With his aching cock bobbing in your face, you can't stop yourself from grasping the hairy base with a trembling arm and latching your mouth to his tip, suckling. He groans loud, painfully. You're only able to get three thorough swirls of your tongue in before he's jerking his hips back. "Not now, bebita. Too c-close," he stammers out, completing his trek around to your ass.

He wraps his hands around your hips, modeling your near-dead weight into the correct form. They then glide up and down your dipped back - his cock rutting in between your cheeks - soothing your twitching muscles to stabilize them for one last fuck. He enters your pussy in one swift motion, tired but eager to deposit his load inside your needy hole.

Plunge after plunge he takes, your cunt swallowing him whole each time. Only a handful of thrusts later he falls over top your back, reaching around to fondle your breasts. You arch further, into his touch when he rolls your nipple between two fingers, pinching it gingerly when he stifles, "'M gonna cum baby."

You contort to brush his sweaty chocolate curls off his forehead, swiping the sweat off of his brow, "Cum for me, Frankie."

He does exactly as you say, halting when he's buried to the hilt, his spine pulling the reins of his hips and grinding them into yours with every jolt of his orgasm. His cum is thick inside you, its warmth radiating from your womb to your stomach, enveloping you both in a final blanket of sleepy heat. Like the last dribbles of his spend squeezing out of his cock, your name on his tongue tapers from hypnotized groans to faint echos in the night.

His weight presses you both flat into the bed, sleep pulling at the corners of your eyes. Chin on your shoulder, he mumbles, "Feeling better, sweetheart?"

Using every bit of strength you have left, you huff out from under his heavy, lax muscles, "Abso-fucking-lutely."

His laughs lift him off your back, but not before pressing a kiss to your shoulder, then he ghosts into the bathroom. He returns with a damp washcloth, cleaning up your mess, his mess. It feels nice - he had taken the time to let the water warm up before soaking the cloth. You reach a hand out, patting his thick thigh in gratitude, "I'll take care of you tomorrow."

Keeping his languid swipes through your folds, his forehead wrinkles with incredulousness, "What do you mean? You're already taking care of me."

That makes your heart sing and eyes shine. Impatient to laze with you, he chucks the rag into the laundry bin in the corner of the room and flops on your back, the sound of your sweaty skins smacking causing you both to giggle. He swathes you both in the damp top sheet; you know he'll sneak away from your grasp in the night to retrieve some fresh blankets once you've both cooled down and dried off. Nuzzling into your neck, he kisses you randomly, murmuring against your skin, "Get some rest, angelface. Santi and Benny gave me the day off tomorrow, I'll be here in the morning."

"Yay," you cheer weakly, not from lack of enthusiasm but rather blatant exhaustion. Frankie loved you so hard you'll be satiated for a while, through tomorrow if the temptation of him being close by wasn't a compounding factor. But that won't stop him from getting a midnight snack under the sheets.

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[wisecrackingeric-2]

So as MOST of you could PROBABLY TELL- this account on December 17th in the afternoon randomly got obliterated. Like totally deleted- it didn’t exist, nobody could view it, I couldn’t log in, etcetera etcetera-

So what the hell happened????????? I don’t know!!!!!!!!

EDIT: just before finishing this tumblr came back to me with an automatic email saying, ‘It Looks as though this issue has already been resolved’. That’s it. No reasoning as to why it was deleted, no apology etcetera.

I’ve never violated any Tumblr community guidelines before, nor have I ever gotten any warnings, and I’ve never posted NSFW, Gore, or any kind of content that could get me banned, so it absolutely wasn’t that!!! My account quite literally vanished without warning- not even a single email or warning message from Staff!!!!!

Apparently it’s a PREEEEEETTTY COMMON GLITCH for peoples accounts to just,,,,,, be deleted totally randomly. With no warning. Out of the blue. And then for Tumblr to come back two-three days later like ‘Whoopsies!!! UwU we’re sowwy we dowwnt know wwhy dat happened!! ÓwÒ-“ Hell it even happened to my partner a few months ago, and if you go searching you can find accounts STILL dealing with this issue!!!!!!

The only other explanation I can think of is that my account was mass reported- by who?????? I’d have no clue!!!!!!!! Recently I was pretty vocal about general racism in the Resident Evil Community, so that’s really the only thing I could think of- but even then, I got no warnings, no emails from tumblr, etc etc, so I HIIIIIIIIIIIGHLY DOUBT IT, and besides if this WAS the case I’m not sure why I would be the only person targeted!!!! So again I don’t think that’s the case!!!

So what did I do to get my account back??? No idea!!!!!!!!

Right after my account was suspended, I sent an email to Tumblr Support on both of my emails- they sent an automatic ticket back and…… nothing. And as of writing this I STILL have gotten nothing. No explanation, no apology, no reasoning behind my account being terminated, etc etc etc

In those three days I made a temporary alt account (which I’m currently trying to figure out how to delete permanently HXNEHENEHEN @evilwisecrackingeric , but that account got Shadowbanned by staff after a day- meaning my blog wouldn’t show up on people’s dash’s, I couldn’t tag people, reply to comments, message anybody etc etc!!!! So I made a second sideblog (@ericseviltwin) on that account- BOOM SHADOWBANNED TOO!!!!!!! I made a THIRD SIDEBLOG- BOOM. SHADOWBANNED (@ericisabouttoexplode. Very fitting names I know) I was most likely shadowbanned cuz Tumblr thought I was a bot after messaging too many people at once, but it as still annoying to deal with!!!!!!

And again, as of me writing this, tumblr STILL has not come back to ANY of my emails three days later!!!!!!!!!! So until I get a response (IF I get a response) I’ll have no idea why I was terminated or why they brought me back so suddenly!!!!!!

So what now????????? Well for the time being I’m probably just gonna lay low. I still HIGHLY DOUBT IT but if this WAS some kind of cyberattack I’d rather not risk it- and besides, I don’t want to risk this account getting shadowbanned too or god forbid getting deleted AGAIN, so it’s probably best for now to keep my activity to a minimum

If there’s any lesson to learn from this PLEEEEEEEEAAAAASEEEE BACK UP YOUR BLOGS. I was DEVASTATED when this acc got deleted- I have millions of conversations with friends, my entire art journey, photos of pets that have passed away etc etc on here and to say I was upset would be an understatement. What should YOU do if this happens to you????????? I have no clue. Unfortunately I just had to. Wait. And even then I STILL haven’t gotten an email back from Tumblr. So I don’t know man!!!!!!!!!!!!! This is apparently a pretty common glitch so back up everything important!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EDIT: just before pressing the post button tumblr JUST came back to me with this:

It linked me to their abuse/account violation page. Which…. Is very interesting

[prismaticpichu]

Zack & Sephiroth Floofcanon #…! I have no idea I lost track when the Trojan war began.

(This is still Weenie Hut Jrs I didn’t forget!)

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Due to his english skills capping at the 7th grade, as he skedaddled off to join SOLDIER, Zack’s mission reports weren’t allllwaayys in squeaky-clean condition. Yessir, he could absolutely recap the events of the missions—almost telling stories of how he obliterated that horde of Ahriman or how he caught that Wutai spy masquerading as a crossing guard. But when it comes to the nitty-gritty stuff… yeahhh those things were littered with typos, grammatical errors, and very colloquial yee-haw language (like me! *clears throat* sorry). Not exactly what Lazard was hoping for, in terms of his elite SOLDIERs.

Luckily, Zack’s got someone who had his back.

Sephiroth was pretty appalled upon first reading Zack’s reports, in the early stages of their friendship. “Gonna?” He was seriously using “gonna”?? Angeal should have taught him better…! But it wasn’t long until he came to realize that only Firsts were required to write up reports, and Zack was only promoted once Angeal was gone. Couple that with his severed education and it really wasn’t the pupper’s fault. And how would it look if one of the men under his command was sending lousy reports…? He needed to help in some way. And so he did!

Over time, as their bond budded and blossomed, the two developed a system: Zack would go on missions, writing up his reports in vivid detail in his little tent. And then, instead of sending them to Lazard, bleeding with all sorts of red underlines, he sent them off to Sephiroth; there the man would grammarly-scan the pages and manually fix any errors himself. Hallelujah!! Some might say it’s mundane, or tedious, or just adding to the already mountainous pile of work he already had… but in actuality. It’s one of Sephiroth’s favorite things to do: he loved reading Zack’s colorful descriptions, seeing the world through his kaleidoscope of a lens; he loved being able to experience that childlike, wondrous perspective and have it be shared with him. To experience it himself. A million missions he went on over the years, and sometimes the most exciting ones are right from his desk <33

(Ofc, it’s more than jusssst the free editing service.)

As their buddiness became even stronger, more additions were sprinkled into the system. Most notably, now that the reports were being sent to Sephiroth first, Zack began tagging on little messages at the end for Seph and only Seph to see. Tiny little notes and reminders like the thingies someone might write on their kid’s napkin for lunch. They’re one of the only things that brings a smile to his face when the pupper is gone.

Hey pal! :D I miss you so much! Don’t forget to eat again!

Hey Seph! I know I’m not there right now, but I’m thinking of you!

I really wish you were here, Seph :))) Missions are never the same without ya. And guess what???? I completely took down Ifrit this time! You didn’t need to save my butt! :DD (though I slipped on a rock and fell on it afterwards).

And when the pupper eventually came home, after a day or week or two, Sephiroth was there waiting for him. Nothing could beat hugging seeing his best friend in person, spewing his wonderful colloquial slang and all <333

[whileyouwait-dm]

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Djall visits the other Lords of the Afterlife...

 “What do you mean you don’t know where she goes?! You accidentally sent her to HELL and now you don’t know where to put her?  I’m not running a fucking soul daycare down there.  Why can’t you just put her in one of your happy worlds and call it a day?”  Djall was absolutely flabbergasted as he looked at the other Lords of the Afterlife that had convened to deal with the six remaining souls that were not where they should be.  The problem was that no one was quite sure where any of them WERE supposed to go, and no one wanted to just take one.

“Now, Djall, you know it doesn’t work that way.  We can’t just take a soul and treat it like a lost puppy.  Here, don’t pee in the River Styxx, enjoy the Elysian Fields.”  Hades was none too happy either, he had a small child suck in his realm that he wanted to give to anyone else before Persephone showed back up and decided they should keep it.  The thought almost gave him hives.

“She’s not mummified or even embalmed, so I don’t know why anyone’s looking at me.”  Anubis sat back.  At least he could sit this one out and didn’t have anyone he needed to get rid of.  Somehow he’d lucked out on this SNAFU.  Last time…he didn’t want to think about last time.  He was still trying to calm Maahes down about that fiasco.

Gefjon looked around, glad Freyja had sat this one out. “Technically she is a virgin, so I could take her, but I’d have to get Odin’s approval.  She wasn’t a warrior, so I’m not sure he’s going to approve.”  She turned her attention to Hades, “and you’re shit out of luck. Kids don’t count.”  She was pretty sure Odin was going to say no anyway.  He and Djall had a falling out a few centuries before, so it wasn’t like the All Father had any reason to do the Lord of Hell a favor.

Next it was time for Mantus and Orcus, who somehow had gotten two souls redirected to their realm that didn’t belong there.  “I think one of ours belongs to Hades, she’s Greek and believes in the old gods.  I don’t know where the other goes.  I don’t think we need Djall’s either.  Djall, just keep her or something.  At least she’s not trying to kill you constantly, count your blessings, dude.”

Djall could absolutely not believe this.  None of them acted the least bit worried about the six souls that were in their care or finding out where they should go.  Add to that Odin, Baal, Shiva, Amun, Yahweh, and the other ruling gods had gone off on some “team building retreat” and would not answer summons, prayers, or offerings.  So, now he had an innocent soul in his realm that could get stuck there because a bunch of fuckwits didn’t really care.  Why did he care more than they did?

“Listen, we have to do something.  The longer that innocent souls stay in hell realms and not in at least neutral territory, the greater the risk for smudges.  Miriana already has one because she got dumped in the Forest of Beasts and a hellcat attacked her.  I have to watch how long I touch her, how close she gets to my staff, and a myriad of other things so that she doesn’t get so smudged that she can’t leave.  Am I the only one concerned about the damn souls we’ve got all fucked up?”  Djall looked around the room.

“No, but we don’t know what to do.  Right now, no one’s happy but everyone’s safe.  What if we change something and make it worse, Djall.  Your soul is alive and you’re keeping her safe.  If she came to our realm, she might get injured or obliterated.  There are no guarantees.  Until the ruling gods come back, I don’t know what we can do since we have no idea where they go.”  Orcus sounded as stressed at Djall, and that did at least make the latter male feel a little better.  To know that he wasn’t the only one worried about the soul in his care.  

“The other consideration is that if we move them to another realm and they get all comfy and cozy, what happens when it’s wrong?  What if they’ve made friends or met someone that steals their heart?  Do you want to be responsible for moving them twice and causing a broken heart the second time?  At least this way we only have to deal with the upset once.”  Djall hated it when Hades made sense, but the man had been married forever, so he did have a clue about a few things.  He too didn’t look all too happy, more resigned to his fate. “Fine, but I hope that the ruling gods know that none of us can be held responsible if something happens to the souls in our care while they’re out….doing whatever the fuck gods do in order to team build.”  Djall shook his head, trying not to grind his teeth, then he disappeared.  He’d had enough of the other Lords of Death.  He needed away from it.  Strangely, he found himself wanting to go talk to Miriana, but since it was the middle of the night and the poor girl had been flat out exhausted, he decided better of it.  Instead he would go back to his study, he had an idea of what Miriana could do until they figured out where she belonged, at least it would keep her too busy to think about the fact she now lived in Hell in the home of the proverbial Devil.

[basuralindo]

You'll Have Me Rise ch.19 is up!

Content warnings for nongraphic discussion of animal death, relatively graphic arachnophobia, mentions of family death and funerals.

Editing by @kamikazequail

And as always, commentary under the cut

-Yeah Jamil just walked straight into that pickup line completely unaware… Jade's never gonna let him live it down, if anyone ever tells him.

-Jade hides his emotions as well as he wants to when he's prepared, but have you noticed he's totally transparent when caught off guard in canon? I think he'd be more obvious than expected if something he wasn't prepared for made him uncomfortable.

-Yugioh voice: "You've activated Jade's special interest! You must stand by and listen to nature facts for a full hour." 

-Yeah Jade totally picked blue for poison specifically because it's such a universally innocuous color

-Jade: "Yeah I got whosits and whatsits galore" *opens door to reveal a horde of roadkill and mold*. Rizz game like no other

-tbh I just love slime mold and wanted to bring up slime molds because they're so fucking cool <3

-Oh btw, another fun psychology thing: If someone has a lot of stressors that they can't control or afford to be afraid of, the repressed terror can manifest as really intense irrational fears to things that are safer to avoid. For example, Jamil can't do anything about his situation and the risks and pressure involved, but he can absolutely obliterate a bug with very little repercussion. I feel like that phenomenon explains the level of fear he has with bugs in canon tbh.

-I also just really love bugs and didn't want Jamil killing them for character accuracy, so I've inserted Jade as protection. 

-I might go into this more in some other post but like, I love the contrast of classic fishtail mermaids in their reef environments vs deep sea monster mermaids. There's just so much room to build on the potential cultures surrounding that.

-Did I need to go on a tangent about mermaid funerals? Will the details ever be plot relevant? Probably not. But hey, world building. (I'm considering Azul keeping a locket with his stepdad's teeth)

-!!! I've been waiting to drop more info about the tweels parents! Anyway, it's a personal headcanon that the twins' social issues developed in response to being involved in mob violence early on. Too much ugliness to handle as kids, and they both kinda broke in opposite ways. Also kinda ties into their unique magic imo: Floyd being expected to handle himself in a fight and needing a defense, and Jade needing a more efficient way to extract info from people. 

-I could go on a whole ramble about my ideas for the Leech parents, but the short of it is that I think Jade and Floyd each picked up some personality quirks from the parent they were around more, but mostly developed emotional responses to balance out each parent's behavior (ie: reserved, observant, and meticulous in response to unpredictable emotional outbursts, vs emotional instability and exaggerated emotional reactions in response to emotional neglect and under-reactivity), hence the two comparing each other to opposite parents last time it was brought up. It also resulted in them balancing out each other's dispositions, leading to the kinda codependent dynamic they have as adults. I think they'd both feel like they specifically came out wrong as a result too. Like, Floyd believing he should be more pragmatic and levelheaded like Jade (like his mom wanted), and Jade feeling like he's too far gone and distant to connect with other people the way Floyd does.

-Mind games can be a form of foreplay, if you're tedious enough.

-I think Jade and Jamil would have similar ways of showing insecurity, Jamil's just more flexible about it. Jade, meanwhile, has ensured a position where he doesn't have to relinquish control unless he chooses to

-Will these people ever make out with Jamil in a normal location? The world may never know.

[russeliarat]

In regards to Cia in a lot of the LU fanon space (aka fics and headcanons), I feel like she's being portrayed far worse than she actually is in Hyrule Warriors. I do think that Wars would have a lot of trauma regarding her considering she's the whole reason a war was started in his name. I do also think that starting said war is pretty bad. But I don't think she really deserves the black-and-white viewpoint most people have of her, it undermines the (attempted - it was a bad and rushed attempt but an intentional attempt nonetheless) redemption of her character arc. I say this as someone who owns the game and has combed through it for hours to attempt to rewrite that bullshit game.

But I think a lot of people are missing the part where Cia actually had control over her one-sided love for centuries as she only watched each hero and never interacted, but it was when Ganondorf came in and corrupted her that she started the war. She was under Ganondorf's influence throughout most of the game, even when she defected from him and attempted to gain the Triforce. She eventually made attempts to redeem herself after becoming free of Ganondorf due to Lana. There's also an element that Cia herself was exploited for Ganondorf's own power fantasies, it was likely that he manipulated or even told her to go to such extremes as making a war to get the Triforce and just used Cia's quiet yearning as a motive.

As dogshit as Hyrule Warriors is as a game and story, I think the idea that Lana is this perfect good is a great foil to Cia's unwavering evil, both forced to these extremes because of Ganondorf, who then regained their humanity once Cia finally broke free of him, though is more subtle in Lana is actually expressed kinda well compared to the rest of the wonkiness of the game. I think there's something to be said about Cia treatment as a antagonist compared to others like say Shadow, the way they're treated as being redeemed villains who were manipulated by Ganondorf for his own gains is vastly different across the fandom. Idk if there's a reason but it feels so distinct and I can't answer why.

This isn't to say that I don't think Wars would have a lot of issues surrounding what happened, its quite obvious he would have a lot of relationship problems on top of everything going on about the war. Its more a ramble about how people portray Cia post-HW/during LU. I myself don't understand how it happened, but as a DLC that was added for free in the Definitive Edition, Cia was revived and re-evilised, so yes she is technically alive still. I don't blame people for thinking she's some mega evil seductress that wants to capture the hearts of all the Chain, she seems very one-sided as a character at first without either getting the game and playing through yourself or skimming every website about the game (which is surprisingly few compared to its Age of Calamity counterpart - which also has its issues) and analysing the very misleading text in wiki pages and reviews. But no, she's not portrayed as a rapist (wtf literally where in the game is it even implied) nor is her character shown to be a pedophile (each hero she has been shown to fawn over are very explicitly the adult heroes).

I'm fine with headcanons, but the kind of stuff I see passed around in LU fanon is basically character assassination. It's kind of sad to see Cia just absolutely obliterated. I'm fine with some of the tamer headcanons, but some of the aforementioned like her being a rapist or a pedophile is so gross to me (and yes I've seen both multiple times in many more words to try to soften the blow of the writer/headcanoner's implications). I don't really like her character myself but I feel like I've analysed her and reworked her and picked apart her character too much to even consider humouring these kinds of ideas. Saying things like she's hypersexual or playing into her seductress image and appearance is fine because it's almost canon, I'll even agree with people calling her a stalker because she definitely was one during the war, but saying anything close to her committing anything more extreme is just not it for me.

[avemstella]

so that archon quest, huh. Would be absolutely thrilled to hear what u have to say about fontaine act V :] i love all your takes on furina & neuvillette & fontaine as a whole, and of course childe [pretty much an honorary fontanian with how he unintentionally got wrapped up in everything whoops]

Oh boy, I have so many thoughts. To start with some non-spoilerly stuff: I loved it so much. I'm not sure if I'll say it's my favorite Archon Quest yet (I think I would have to go through some of the older ones), but I think it's safe to say Fontaine overall as an arc is my favorite. Even its weakest part (the prison stuff, tbh it was a pacing issue) was still really solid and the ending, while not perfect, really landed. Genshin continued the trend from Sumeru of having the playable characters really take the stage and god there were some great standouts (Navia/Neuvi/Furina to name my favs, but I also loved my fatui and there really isn't anyone I've disliked). And well, the quest (and Furina's chara quest) made me cry like a baby, so that's a win.

Tbh, I think my biggest issue, wasn't even really an issue with the story but just a case of I had a very clear idea of what I wanted out of it (the woes of writing speculative fic pfft) and when it wasn't that I'm like "awww darn". Thats on me, and I genuinely really loved what we got, but it do be like that sometimes haha.

Spoilers below, oh boy (also my Furina fic spoilers too lol).

Eldritch abomination Furina I'll mourn u forever. I can't complain because Furina splitting herself in two to go fuck u to the heavens is such a boss ass move I can't haha. Okay, but I will say, even if I'm probably the only one, I do wish they brought some Remuria stuff up in the main quest. They had the perfect set up with Ajax being there with his Greek myth references and just ahhhh, one can hope they do something with it later. But yes, just know it's my silly headcanon that Focalors just lied about being an Oceanid to Neuvi and is one of King Remus's fucked up Primordial Sea experiments that maybe caused the Abyss rift at the fall of Remuria.

But yes, Furina, Furina, I'm crying. She really destroyed the girl failure accusations in the most glorious way possible. She literally didn't fail once (either of her), she plotted out a plan to trick the heavens, give back what was stolen, and save her people and she did it perfectly. As you're probably well aware, I'm a big fuck u Celestia gal, so it was just so satisfying to see her just obliterate the throne (even when I was crying haha). And honestly, super relevant to the state of the real world, but her giving back sovereignty to Neuvi in my mind is a very clear decolonization metaphor. Ages past descenders came to Teyvat, killed the dragons and created their own order, and now Focalors is returning that power back to said dragon (or well, the dragon's heir, it's a bit vague if Neuvi's literally the old dragon's soul reincarnated or just the body).

The entire scene between Neuvi and Focalors was great, though I will admit I have one issue with it (and even then I go back and forth on it haha). Neuvi in that scene doesn't have a big attachment to Focalors. What I mean is that ultimately Neuvi only ever knew Furina (which side note I'll get into this next, but I do view them as the same person, but still), and with Focalors' 'death' he's not technically losing anything, the person he's sad over will still be there. Like don't get me wrong, he's very empathetic and can be sad over this person who is dying for them, but I feel like it could have been even more heartbreaking if he had met Furina/Focalors before the split, or he had interacted with Focalors somehow in the past, and so in this moment he wasn't just watching Furina's sacrifice, but the sacrifice of someone he shares memories with. But that's me being picky haha and not really a critique on the writing.

But yes, Furina! Focalors! As I previewed before, I'm going to come out swinging with a possibly hot take. They are, and always were the same person. Yes, Focalors is the divinity, but as we see after Furina is allowed to rest her persona, Furina is also super mature and knowledgeable. In Neuvi's flashback quotes of Furina, it's her softly giving important advice about living with humanity, which is what Focalors was all about. And much like Furina, Focalors loves preforming, she loves humans, she gets all excited about Furina and her future, and is sad she won't get to experience it.

Not to remotely downplay Furina's suffering (because holy shit my poor girl), but Focalors too played her role. Unlike Furina who had Neuvillette and all her friends post this, Focalors was all alone in the Oratrice, waiting for the day she had to kill herself. Furina, has the promise of a future, despite all the suffering she endured to get there. She gets the reward of a happy life as a human surrounded by people who love her, and while it was touch a go for a bit, she was told one day her play would end. In contrast, while Focalors didn't have the same anxiety that Furina had, Focalors knew from the beginning she would never get to see her people saved. Technically she, like Furina, didn't even know if it would even happen. She put her faith in Neuvillette to follow through, and while she had the utmost faith in him, she could never know for certain. But much like her mirror Furina, Focalors weighed her suffering over the people of Fontaine's, and never once faltered. Furina was willing to possibly kill herself via primordial seawater in order to keep up her ruse, whose to say Focalors wasn't the same. Smiling at Neuvillette until the last moment because she couldn't risk him interfering, hiding away her anxieties and sorrow, so he wouldn't look so sad. Furina's performance ended, Focalors' never will.

Focalors was so certain she couldn't be human, but as we see from the Oceanids it was totally possible. And even more vitally, we see from the other Archons it's possible. They might fumble around a bit (some more than others, looking at u Ei), but they are learning and immersing themselves with their people. While not an Archon, it's the same with Neuvillette. Focalors should have had the same opportunities as Furina and the rest (mostly because she is Furina), but the world isn't kind, and that's why her sacrifice hurts.

If u can't tell I have a lot of feelings about Focalors/Furina and while I can appreciate a joke about Focalors giving Furina anxiety, I'm also like, they are literally the same person working together, she deserves the world (all of her).

But yes, I can go on and on about Furina, but for now I'll move onto our boy Childe. To get it out of the way, a little disappointed that we really got no answers about him. Poor guy didn't really have any lines. Also, not big on Skirk's design, mostly the outfit. Putting her next to Dain and uh, yeah (like don't get me wrong don't mind the color scheme and all, but could she not have gotten some kind of armor. Or look more like Foul Legacy or something idk).

But onto more happier notes, I'm so happy to see Childe finally getting to do well in a fight. I know it's a meme for him to get beaten up, but my dude is the Vanguard, let him win sometimes (he doesn't technically win here, but he was fighting an eldritch whale monster for ages and helped save Fontaine, I'm giving it to him). And Skirk, while her design is mostly less to be desired, I'm winning on guessing her hair and eye color haha. Also, while I'll always love my version, I'm liking her personality so far. Her yeeting Childe, while I admit took me out a bit (I thought she threw him farther into the Abyss and was like, "uh guys, yall worried about my poor boy here???" and then was a bit baffled at them saying he was fine) was so fucking funny. It's cool to learn "Foul Legacy" refers to a literal person, and I found the fact that Skirk's relationship with Foul is basically the same as her relationship with Childe very amusing. And it seems she's Khaenri'ahn, maybe? Also, I thought she was listing off her master's other names at first, so when she said Gold I got super hyped that I guessed correctly about the narwhal being Rhine's in my fic, but then they were like nope pfft. I'll take it as a win.

Sidenote, Alice and Rhine where are yoooouuuuuu.

Ultimately, while I enjoyed the Childe and Skirk stuff, it really just feels like a set-up for later stuff. Which isn't really a problem, but I was hoping we'd get something a bit more concrete. Like, I thought we were going to get answers about the "it" that Skirk saw in him, and it would have to do with the Narwhal, but now it seems those were mostly unrelated??? While I did find baby Ajax accidentally waking up a big world eating monster up kind of hilarious, it did feel a little incidental, if that makes any sense. Like, Fontaine's doom was an accident and not the result of anyone's choices. But that might just be a me thing. (and the quest needed more Arle, where was she??? my not really based on anything theory is that whenever we get Furina (or maybe Nevui's) 2nd character quest, Arle will be the boss fight. A reverse of the normal final Harb boss fight during the Archon quest)

Okay, because I really don't want to end on a downer (as I said uptop, I genuinely adored this quest haha), here are some minor spoilers from the Narzissenkreuz Ordo quest that have me by a chokehold.

I wasn't ready for a sudden Ajax. What does this mean??????

And this one just makes me laugh. Whichever Ordo member wrote this, I vehemently disagree with u and am on Khaenri'ah's side with this one. I'd much rather have bread then some higher power nonsense. In my fic I tend to write Khaenri'ah more akin to a modern nation than a fantasy one, and its nice to see me vindicated pfft.

Other random notes, enjoyed that the Fatui weren't just cartoonishly evil in both the main and world quests. I like some nuance. I saw that Sandrone hint, that was fun. Though it makes me wonder when we'll get Columbina lore (especially because if the theory about Harbinger boss fight order based on the Constellation circle is true, she should be showing up soon. Though also I half think that order will break because if it doesn't, it means Sandrone will probably be the final Harb boss which is an odd choice.) As revealed on Furina's weapon, Egeria being around during Remuria raises so many questions around the timeline of events. Genshin pls tell me when the Archon war takes place in all this pls (if they tell us in some lore I haven't read yet, whoops). (also on egeria, I mourn my version but hey, she exists in my heart and in my fics pfft. I can't wait to write her in smfwtwd and venti fic, though she's getting a new name for confusion and better symbolsism)

the contrast between Neuvi and Furina after the quest is so funny and sad. Neuvi "Furina is the best, I want her to be happy". Furina, "Every hates me Neuvillette most of all, I can never face him again." And the other Archons, they are all like Furina, wow u are so cool (which just highlights Neuvi's utter disdain for them other than Nahida haha).

And most vitally, Furina and Venti should be best friends. Musically inclined performers who definitely aren't plotting to overthrow the heavens. I think they are neat (they also both have Latin names!).

[foopyboopy]

copying @jackfromthefairytale again but it's the imminence album this time

come hell or high water: this was honestly my least favorite of the singles, it's good but it's kinda repetitive. i think it's good as an opening song tho

desolation: first song i heard by this band! it's good, and a VERY good description of their sound, but there's not much more new i have to say.

heaven shall burn: 2nd favorite of the singles, behind the title track. eddie is pissed off and i am in danger 👍

beyond the pale: first new track! i have high hopes

ooh that's an architectsy riff. i like it

OOH THOSE VOCAL LAYERS IN THE CHORUS ARE SO GOOD GJEKIDJDOSKEKDPLSKSKDLSK

their architects influence is SHOWING and i am PERFECTLY okay with that

oh it's breakdown time. obliterate me pls

YUP I'M GETTING OBLITERATED

i call these "train breakdowns" because they feel like getting run over by a train OH WE'RE STILL GOING WAIT WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS DEATHCORE NOW‽‽‽‽ and now it's just the chorus again. holy shit

eddie berg how do you do that. just how.

death by a thousand cuts: VERY good track! this is the song i use to describe imminence's sound. wasn't my favorite of the singles but it's still one i put on often bc it's still SO GOOD

come what may: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT INTRO THIS IS HEAVIER THAN CONTINUUM

OH FUCK THAT STACATTO (? forgot the word) VIOLIN IS SO GOOD

GENUINELY WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS HOLY SHIT IT'S LONGER THAN THE TITLE TRACK

THIS IS ALREADY BETTER THAN ALL THE SINGLES WHAT oh and now the chugs are broken jesus christ

genuinely how the fuck is this the same band as songs like erase. this is fucking brutal i love it

this one might beat the new mts song as my fav song this year so far

oh no it's breakdown time. i am about to die

oh? maybe not? are we getting a violin solo?? yeah i'm ABSOLUTELY down for that

OH THE DRUMS COMING IN TOO WITH THE GLITCHY SNARE oooouuuughhh (nonsexual)

this is their best song ever. like there's no contest WHAT'S THIS OH THE GUITARS ARE BACK THIS IS SOME SYMPHONIC METAL SHIT

and you're telling me this ISN'T the closing song. wtf

welp that's gonna be on repeat for a while

cul-de-sac: gonna guess this one is an intermission, it's pretty short and also following up whatever that was

yup sounds like it. it's cool tho. kinda reminds me of the intro of viking by stp in a weird way

this album is wild so far. like i'm trying to also level up my d&d character but i can't because i have too much to say

the call of the void: ok the intermission built up at the end so this is gonna hit hard i'm ready

I WAS NOT READY WHAT IS THIS

that's not a guitar. those are bombs.

man. when heaven shall burn came out i thought it was gonna be the heavy one. then continuum came out and i thought it was this one. now eddie is just screaming "RAGE" at me and i am happy

also. very good chorus. i enjoy

it takes some skill to make an album where this ISN'T the best song. like holy shit

breakdown???? i'm in danger

oh we got the low cleans. this is ABSOLUTELY gonna be a breakdown

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

eddie berg is not human. that was a banshee. with bombs.

continuum: while this one was a great single i kinda wish it wasn't released as one. it would have been great to have to process this while still recovering from the previous song. plus there were too many singles for this album imo

l'apelle du vide: tbh i have no idea what to expect here but if i had to guess i think it's gonna be acoustic (like the arabic one on heaven in hiding)

ok yup i was right

this acoustic guitar is beautiful

oh this is GOOD!! this is kinda some ghost atlas shit

are we gonna get vocals on this? it doesn't sound like it but i don't mind that tbh

why is there a boat horn what's happening

oh i guess there are vocals (technically)

OH THE DRUMS

OH THIS IS AMAZING

god i love this band so much

the black: best of the singles, easily. would be best of this album if not for come what may. to be honest, though, i don't think it should have been a single. l'apelle du vide gives a really nice chance to rest and recover from the pure brutality of the previous tracks, and having something new afterwards would have been nice. to be clear, though, this is not a huge problem at ALL and it's frankly the only complaint i have about this song.

le noir: idk much french but i think "le noir" is french for "the black", so i'm guessing this is gonna be an alternate version of the title track but in french (kinda like the spanish version of temptation they did). the only reason i have to doubt that is that that's typically the sort of thing that would be a standalone release or on a deluxe version, but here they have it as the closing track of the album, so idk. we'll see!

oh it's only 3 minutes? maybe i was wrong. this violin is beautiful tho

ok this is interesting. i have no clue where this is going

oh this is fucking beautiful

it's kinda expanding on the melody of the title track, i like it a lot

okay yeah i'm crying now. this is amazing

okay that was an incredible album. final thoughts time!

first, i know this is kinda nitpicky, but there were way too many singles for this one. if it were me, i would have kept continuum and the black unreleased before this. the only new parts in the last part of the album were the acoustic instrumental tracks, which were good, but i would have wanted it to be a fully new experience, especially for the title track itself.

as for the good stuff, where the FUCK do i even begin??? this is somehow simultaneously the heaviest and most emotional this band has ever been, and in my opinion it's also the best. this album really is an emotional rollercoaster, with tracks like heaven shall burn and the call of the void being absolutely brutal, while songs like dbatc and all the acoustic stuff being super emotional, and then there's ALSO songs like come what may that are just both at once. besides the nitpick i had earlier, i never knew even remotely what to expect, and that was fantastic of them. i really wish i could forget every song and listen to the whole thing with fresh ears, because i can only imagine how hard it would hit having not heard any of the singles.

i do also wanna talk about the acoustic stuff specifically, because imminence has always done that SO WELL. i do wish we got a proper acoi track with vocals, though, because that kinda felt like it was missing here. not only did we get one both on turn the light on (love & grace) and heaven in hiding (the arabic one), but they had 3 whole fully acoustic songs, and i feel like it would have been nice if one of them had vocals as well, especially the last one. le noir felt to me more like an intermission than a closing track, and i wish it either had vocals, was longer and had more melody, or was moved to before the title track.

to be clear: this is an AMAZING album. it's gonna have to take something absolutely MASSIVE to beat this for my aoty. the complaints i have don't even come CLOSE to outweighing how masterfully done the album as a whole is, and they're also quite literally the only things i can complain about.

also, i'm not gonna do a full ranking of the tracks from worst to best until i listen to the album more, but come what may is the best track. like there's no contest.