#ughhhh the way he has always felt this way

[yrsonpurpose]

He needs a list. So: Things he knows right now.

[satoruhour]

gggOoooOOOOD MORNING ‼️‼️ ive been eating up your masterlist esp your racer au UGHHHH that was the last thought in my head before sleep and the first when i woke racer!geto was just. so. fking. h o t. u dont understand like that has a G R I P on me rn UGHHHH I LOVE IT SM do u have any spare hc for geto in this racer!au? if u dont thats okay! just know i ate that fic up 🫶🏻🫶🏻🥺🥺

a/n: thank u anon 4 the support im glad u liked the racer!au hehe. the original au here, how did you meet and geto’s own elaboration post for context. tagging @na-t0 @crysugu @omgeto @slttygeto / 2.4k

warnings: (in second half of post) mentions + discussions of semi-public sex, filming, fingering while driving, oral (f and m receiving), protected and unprotected sex, f and m masturbation, phone / webcam sex, sharing with gojo & nanami

AAHHH i might have !!! racer!geto has a special place in my heart huhu i would love to develop more

to start off i would say that he’s just… such a good bf. like i know it’s obvious but also the next day after your late night drifting he texted you to ask if you wanted to go back to the cafe :D

he paid for everything again and he was so happy seeing u get another cinnamoroll trinket !!

so when the cafe has another sanrio event you BET hes bringing you there again. it just so happened that it was a berry and cherry event too ahhhh geto’s so cute getting all excited and stuff

he got you two matching coffees with berry and cherry foam art

that cafe has become a monument in your relationship — your first date, the place where geto officially asks you to be his partner with a big bouquet of flowers that you’re hiding ur face wherever you go for the rest of the day cause it’s huge 😭 he brings you there with his racer friends as well (gojo cheers and nanami scoffs that these things weren’t for him but he loved their pastries wheeee)

attentive, attentive! always leaves his jacket in the car for you if you get cold in his Mazda. resorts to a jacket he doesnt like to wear much but bc he always puts you first, he doesn’t mind :(

geto doesnt like to race with outerwear on him so he always loves seeing you greet him after a successful race with a big grin on your face, jacket swallowing ur physique as u keep urself protected against the tokyo chill !!!

said this before but he looooves seeing you in his car. it just ignites something in him, seeing you propped up on the leather seats and looking out the window when you’re driving. it just gets him sort of feral

ALSO also bc his Mazda was his first proper and real racing car he’s very selective of who he lets touch it / sit in it etc

so when gojo does it he swats him away like a fly and asks him not to dirty his finishing as also geto is the only one to be seen in his car until you come along and gojo sees you sitting on the hood

hes reaching forward to tell you to get off bc he knows suguru doesnt like it but your bf only walks up between your legs to greet you with a big smile. the betrayal gojo felt 💀

overall the relationship with geto is quiet and calming. no need for talking if you dont feel like !!! all racer geto needs is his hand on your thigh that’s always stroking the skin there and you

but loves it when you do talk! he tries so hard not to turn to you cause if he does he’d crash the car 😭😭 he just loves ur beauty and the way you ramble so much !!

one time he swerved and almost hit a car because he was watching you talk about the recent research you did on cars and also running back the terminology he’s been patiently teaching you

to hear his partner talk about cars >>> he’s so excited that you’re finally entering his world that he gets so engrossed and almost collides 😭

NO MORE pls omg he was more scared than you were

but also running off on that, geto is understanding when he teaches you about terminology about racing, abt the parts in a car. he took apart an old car in his garage just to teach you and he loved that you were trying your best to memorise everything 🥹

getting into an rs with geto also has given you more confidence, so he loves how you strut your stuff. he wasnt complicit in anything truly !!! didnt force you to wear anything or do anything you didnt want to, so he was very proud of you when you came out of your shell

geto would love you either way :3 hes just a sweet boy like that

i also relate him to han very closely from f&f… always eating his snacks in tokyo drift LMFAO - geto is chill, letting you feed him his snacks as you cuddle up on him on his hood and watch the new race

ok so, he LOVES racing and geeking out about them but he finds sometimes he watches you way more than the races and before then the race is already over 😭

“suguru! did you see how i crushed the other guy?” gojo emerges and shouts across the parking lot and geto is just like “huh? sorry i wasnt looking was too busy looking at my lover” LMAOOO

when you can’t attend his races you always make it a point to send a selfie with your cherry keychain and he sends one with his berry one back and its just soooo cute youre giving him so much wallpaper material!!

also likes to bring you on drives at night - if you need to rush something or study you bet he’ll be there. he’ll try not to interrupt you, looking at your knees tucked in your arms and memorising your notes

he plays those subliminal audios as a joke and annoys you in the process 💀 

and then just pecks your forehead in apology as he watches or helps you with assignments while occasionally looking out the window and smoking

geto always has a hand on you. it shows his possessive streak and just a general love for physical touch

like i said doesnt pressure u into anything but you’ve expressed interests in his tattoos before

you get a tramp stamp with him for your first one! the pain wasnt that bad, more from lying on your stomach for like 2.5h because of the shading lol. it’s a simple one, but a popular one because of the culture

geto offered to pay for you and you rejected, and he said “alright. half at least” and you didnt exactly oppose that because you were running low on jpn yen for your overseas exchange stay

the tattoo looked so good omfg geto was like . going INSANE it was lowkey funny

gojo and nanami wouldnt hear the end of it for like 3 weeks 😭😭😭

had the photo of you and your tramp stamp as his lockscreen for the longest time

as always tattoos are very addictive! you got a few more in the short span of 6 months (maybe 2-3 small ones) but what really made geto go like. clinically insane was this super big on on your thigh (peep the very first post of this au!!)

it’s a spider with chinese traditional ropes and it was by far your biggest one, taking a dent in your account that you had to lie and ask ur parents for more money after and promise to pay back by working part time

ok i need to preface this part first that geto adores your thighs - you didnt show much of it at first but when you start to be more comfortable with the racing scene he almost came in his pants when you first wore a miniskirt

so to see such beautiful ink on YOUR thighs oh my days felt like you were a goddess walking down the steps to his garage

has a little matching tattoo with you :( it’s not too obvious, but has features of berry and cherry on the both of you <3 down the line he would get other vague and subtle couple tats with you but if you want to mark up your body however you wanna he’d like that too :3

so i actually left the latest fic on a cliffhanger… bro was so heartbroken after you left :( couldnt race properly, couldnt focus in uni, poor boy

even gojo or nanami couldnt get thru to him, but over time he got used to the distance and timezones. moves his whole set-up to the garage just so he’d get better wifi there and also show the latest upgrades to his car !!! the webcam quality is pretty shitty on both ends though so you get disappointed more than once trying to talk to him bc the call isnt connecting well :/ 

continues to send those berry / cherry pics where you’re miles away, and more than once suguru has gone to bed crying :(( but i will keep these sad ones short bc i hate angst and also i might wanna write a next part uh… we’ll see

geto also mails things to you which take ages to ship and you only get the presents one month before you finish uni for good and 💀 it’s so funny seeing his shock at you having just received his gifts

a sweet, sweet bf who takes care of you immensely <3

n*sfw hc’s under divider

now >:) i also dont want to go into too much detail because. i might. MIGHT. continue. do not ask for the next part explicitly tho that shit annoys me. but geto loves to see your body on his car and the risks that come with it

you guys fuck more in his car compared to his or your room looool.

fingers you when he drives sometimes. when you’re feeling needy all you need to do is drag his fingers to your throbbing core and let him feel how wet you are. 

he tries so hard not to look at you bc you know what happened the last time, so he relies purely on his touch and your hands, fingers slipping inside your panties and he grabs onto the steering wheel with the hardest grip

geto has the patience of a monk, however, letting you use him for your high and grinding down on his fingers. it’s usually not after the race or errand that he properly fucks you bc he knows if he starts he will. not. stop. not even lying

has adrenaline high after racing and will fuck you always unless he’s roughed up, but unlike gojo he probably will drive to a more secluded area. the car is there, the risk is there, it gets geto all riled up

one time he was pissed his opponent scratched his Mazda while racing and while he still won, he pushed you into his leather seats to slam into you. he was going so hard the car was shaking, and he teasingly shows you the brief video gojo sends you later, caressing your very sore legs (you were fine with the recording)

“guess i went too hard, huh?”

you shove him and tell him jokingly, “tell your pervert friend to stop filming us!”

“you like it. me showing everyone who you belong to.” geto is so possessive i swear

loves fucking you in the mountains bro is freaky asf. brings you on late night drives and lays on the hood with you to watch the stars - sometimes it ends cleanly but most times you’re feeling up each other until you’re bent over his Mazda letting him fuck you raw

has fucked you while in the driver’s seat, riding him. has given u oral as u lay on the hood of his car, done a full nelson in his backseat whew you name it he’s so gross and filthy. 

when u contrast it properly with how loving and generous he is and to him when it comes to you and your body the difference is insane. but it also sometimes seeps through when he can’t handle your cute outfits and just has to land a smack and squeeze to your ass

ok this isnt n*sfw but it’s so hot of him - he HAS done this before. made you sit in gojo’s car as he drifted around you in a quiet tokyo crossing late one night and oh my god you made sure he knew how attractive you thought he was. gojo left right away when you two started flirting 💀

likes to both give and receive, so the first time you go down on him was possibly just right after he’s done the drifting around you and you couldn’t resist palming him from the passenger’s seat. you asked him to pull over immediately went to the driver’s side and started pulling at his pants.

you didnt even think that your knees were going to be on gravel so before you could kneel down to suck him off he took his jacket from the back seat to put on the ground …. and then proceeded to get the best blowjob of his life LMFAOOOO

getos a little crazy it’s ok i can take him ! but yea hes filthy thru and thru and dude he missed you sm when you left back to your country.

of course, of COURSE has jerked off at the thought of you, to photos you’d send of a new outfit. also has proposed having phone sex. webcam sex is reserved for special occasions because the sight of you playing with yourself is enough for him to book a flight 😭 he possibly couldnt handle it so he settles for your voice only

he doesnt like to share you, but when you do ask if youve ever thought of getting gojo and nanami in on the fun …. ooh. good luck

again his possessiveness shows so he doesn’t let them fuck you raw lol but rather ask them to get their own condoms 💀💀

his friends r freaks too you realise but it’s time to time where the three of them will organise dates to have some fun with you, but only when youre comfortable. geto putting ur comfort first always 🙏

so sometimes you reject them bc you have an exam comin up etc and geto just treats you in his car or your bedroom alone and even with just him, hes already enough to make you go crazy and moan <3

peep that op has that same exact spider tattoo on her thigh~ teehee

[girlboypersonthingy]

omg i love your blog sm!! it’s been a while since ive been in the fandom and i didn’t think anyone wrote for vld anymore, ahhhh but i love the way you write!! you’re so so talented!! how do you think a love triangle sitch with keith and lance would play out? i love the both but UGHHHH THE DRAMA I LOVE IT😩😩

Oh my god thank you so much! I’m so flattered asfdafh 🥰🥹 I know the fandom is dead to most but not to all. I’m still here and voltron will always live on in my heart ❤️‍🔥 BRO THIS PROMPT??? PLZ ITS SO GOOD AAHHH ENJOY!

❤️Love Triangle💙

Okay first of all, these two would try to win you over IN COMPLETELY OPPOSITE WAYS.

Lance is, of course, over the top and very romantic and kind of cliche but so considerate and thoughtful and sweet.

Keith will be more nonchalant and mysterious, trying to use his skills and talents to impress you. He’s the type to slowly win you over by being very genuine and honest.

It started when Lance threw a pick up line your way and not only was the line terrible…but you actually laughed at it. It brought some pink to your cheeks as well. They both noticed that.

Lance was very smug about the fact that he made you giggle and blush.

Keith was a little annoyed at first, thinking Lance was just being his usual obnoxious self. So Keith just kept trying to make moves on you in his own way.

One day, Lance walked into the training room to see you and Keith sitting beside each other on the floor, breathing heavily as if you’d just decided to take a break. He couldn’t really hear what Keith was saying but you looked very focused, very into the conversation and you two were sitting just a little bit too close for his liking.

Lance didn’t like the eyes you were making at the red paladin

But Keith sure did. He was so excited to be sitting so close to you.

Then it’s like the spider man meme of them pointing at each other like 😧👉🏻 👈🏻😮

“Wait! You like (Y/N)? No no no, you can’t! I like (Y/N)!”

“Well I liked them first!”

“No! No! Dibs!”

“Really? Dibs?” *eye roll*

For the next week, they’re both acting like goofballs around you.

It’s kind of hilarious and very entertaining for you because…you notice that they start adopting each other’s ways of flirting and dropping hints. They do a little swap.

It’s like they think the other person has a better chance with you so they try to switch it up and copy each other. Lance thinks Keith’s ‘mysterious bad boy’ persona is something you’re into. Keith thinks you find happiness in all the silly, goofy things Lance does. So they both try to switch it up in hopes of making you fall for them. Does that make sense?

Imagine Keith trying to use a pick up line on you and failing miserably. He’s probably sweating through his shirt and his mouth is dry bc he’s so close to you, he can smell your shampoo. He’d end up stuttering and then getting really pissed at himself for looking dumb in front of you. May go back to his room and pout if he felt things didn’t go well.

Now imagine Lance trying to be all soft spoken and mysterious, trying to act cool. Lance trying not to talk too much is the equivalent of him holding his breath. It’s only a matter of time before he breaks character and says some dumb, cheesy shit that has you rolling your eyes. He awkwardly shuffles away to his room and also pouts bc he feels like he’s just loud and annoying.

The boys got into a yelling match about it once. The pot just boiled over and all you could do was watch.

That was their very shitty, joint confession of their feelings for you- them screaming about who likes you more, who liked you first, who you’re more compatible with, ect ect blah blah blah

All right in front of you

And all the while, the whole team is so confused

Cue Allura and Hunk stepping in between them because both their faces are turning red from anger and jealousy.

Everyone just looks at Shiro like 👀

Shiro, the dad of the group: 🙄😤 “fine…”

Shiro sits them both down for a long chat and by the end of it, the boys have come to terms with the fact that they both like you and not only is it your choice who you’d want to be with, but there’s a lot of other things to be worried about rn. They shouldn’t, and they won’t, pressure you.

Buuttttt…they do keep up some of the same things they like to do with you.

Keith still trains with you often (and he really enjoys helping you with your stance/posture bc he gets to be touchy✨)

Lance still invites you into his room to play video games (and he always seems out of breath when you sit so close to him, your arm touching his)

They try their best to control their temper around you and they try not to be around when you’re with the other person. They don’t need to see you being all close and personal with someone who isn’t them. :,(

The boys just continue to be their normal selves with you. They figure you should get to know them, the real them, before you make any decisions.

Yes, they both like you.

Yes. They’re both very competitive and very jealous.

But they respect each other and they respect you.

And we are in the middle of an intergalactic war right now, this is not a real priority.

They’ll give you some time and a pace to think about it.

Now comment on this post and tell me who you’d choose 😈 I love them both so so much but Lance is my soulmate for sure

[theblueflower05]

Lo’ak choking me while my vision doubles and he’s fucking me hard rubbing my clit , super overstimulated on my 3rd orgasm as I whimper 😢 and he praises me telling me how good I am ughhhh!!!!!

I’m starting to believe, in my heart of hearts, that Lo’ak might be the best sexual partner out of all the ATWOW boys.

Before you come for my throats about this just hear me outtttt

Smut under the cut!

Lo’ak likes to please, it’s in his nature. He’s always felt like such a fuck up- so in the areas he knows he can impress someone in? Oh, he’s going full out.

It takes a minute to get to know your body, the exploration full of hot kisses and fumbling touches but once he hones in on what you like, he’s like a man possessed.

He wants you dumb on his cock for the rest of his life and will pull any dirty trick to get you there. Most of the time you’re whining about how you have to get your duties done, you’re already late- and your mate is just sinking his long fingers into you and mouthing at your neck.

Lo’ak doesn’t do quickies, he knows they’re not going to get either of you off. Not really.

Your body is an instrument and it needs to be warmed up before he truly plays with it. He loves lapping at your puffy folds and fingering your holes until you’re squirming. Foreplay is an integral part of sex for him.

You’re two orgasms deep before he even sinks his length into you. He prefers you on your back, legs wide open so that he can fit in between them. He can watch your face the whole time he has you.

It’s madness, your lovemaking.

To an outsider looking in it would look violent. The way he fucks you is painfully good.

His five fingered hand wraps around your svelte throat, just enough pressure to have you wheezing around every moan. You cling to his wrist but make no movement to pull him of.

He love you like this; loves that you trust him enough to give your body to him so freely. You need to be fucked out of your own head every once in a while and your dutiful mate has no problem getting you there.

“Lo-Lo-Lo ah I can’t” you gurgle as your pussy begins to burn, stretched so wide around his cock, the stirrings of another orgasm builds low in your groin.

He chuckles, tips of his white canines gleaming, as his other hand reaches down to start working at your hardened nub in firm little jabs.

He tears you down to base instincts. You lose your sense of self when Lo’aks inside of you.

Even though you’re seeing double, the pleasure and the lack of air making it hard for your eyes to focus, all you can look at his him. He’s beautiful as he works you over.

When you come for the third time you’re full on sobbing. Harsh little sounds that have Lo’ak cradling you to his chest before the aftershocks even subside.

“Hey, shh” he coos, the hand that had been pressed to your throat now rubs soothing circles on your back. “Don’t cry, my paskalin”

You’re not even sure if he’s come too, but he takes care of you. Cradles you and whispers the sweetest nothings in your sensitive ears.

You’re his woman, such a good woman. You take his cock so well. Eywa has blessed him with you. He’s so in love with you.

So like. Lo’ak is fine FINE right? Omg. Tsireya’s lucky as shit I’m ngl

[jayjj7]

chapter 19. puppy (written)

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as you wait for yunjin to arrive to class, you pull out her flash card notes she let you borrow. it really was sweet of her to let you borrow them without question and out of the kindness of her own heart. when you first received them, you copied them down and realized that she might be actually going somewhere in life, unlike yourself. you never really gave much thought as to what you would do in life and always said ‘it’s a problem for later’…but that later is soon.

before your thoughts were able to get too depressing you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“hey!” yunjin greets you as she sits down next you, placing her bag on the table

“hey yunjin, here are your flash cards thank you so so much really” you hand her the pack of cards neatly without a fold or imperfection on them.

“y/n, i told you it was no problem” she tilts her head and smiles. “besides, i needed to pay back the favor for you helping me study” yunjin smiles as she flips through her own cards.

“that was no big deal really, i’m happy to help whenever you need it” believe it or not, you shocked yourself with your own words. was that too bold?

“likewise- oh by the way, the professor assigned a pop quiz this thursday” yunjin breaks the news to you.

“oh great” you roll your eyes and open your laptop.

the professor you and yunjin have talks pretty fast while giving lessons, even with the powerpoint slides he has, its hard to keep up with what he’s saying. as you write as fast as you can to keep up with the important information he’s giving, you misspell a word that can’t be fixed with writing the correct letter over it in darker ink.

damn

you reach out to grab yunjin’s correction tape but instead you’re met with warm, soft, delicate skin.

“oh sorry go ahead” you apologize because after all it is her correction tape.

“no no use it! it’s fine!” yunjin whispers

“it’s your correction tape, you can use it”

“y/n please-“

“HEY” a loud voice over the speakers interrupts the both of you. in response you both look up out of fear.

“quiet down” the professors stern voice shoots at both of you, ending the debate on who gets to use the correction tape. after calling you guys out and having the whole room turn to inspect the cause of disruption, he continues the lesson.

you and yunjin slowly turn your heads to look at each other before she smiles and picks up the correction tape and puts it in your hand.

“that was so embarrassing” you cover your face as you stand up from seat. class had just ended and you wanted to get out of that room more than anything.

“hey its okay! everyone will forget about it by next class” yunjin tries to cheer you up and pats the side of your arm.

“ughhhh” you groan out as you toss your bag over your shoulder. “i hate him so much, he’s so annoying. we weren’t even that loud! also why does he even care it’s not like we-“ as you continue to complain yunjin just nods and smiles at you. not realizing that you guys are walking out of class together, out of the science building, into the cafeteria just talking about the professor and the work.

while you and yunjin were grabbing food in the cafeteria she interrupts you by laughing.

“y/n you’re really funny” yunjin grabs a piece of bread and puts it on your plate. “you make everything seems so interesting”

you both walk to sit down at a table while you try to remain calm from yunjin’s sudden compliment.

“you know, we should really hangout besides just studying” yunjin suggests as she takes a bite of the rice she picked up.

“yeah id love to”

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[garoujo]

・✶ ｡ﾟyou’ve waited so long for itto to get out of jail and he’s more than ready to get back into your arms.

warnings : f. reader, breeding, welcome home sex, dumb-pussy drunk itto <3

you’d missed itto while he was gone, locked up—behind bars even though you know he was innocent. just a big, loveable dope and you wish everyone else could see that.

but it’s been so long and you couldn’t help feeling a little needy. your body felt hot where he touched you, his large palms resting on your hips when you’d came to meet him as he was released, his hair messy and his eyes heavy with something a little darker—hungry when he greets you with a messy, sloppy kiss. “missed you so much, babe! bet you were missin’ me too, right?” he huffed, proudly as he puffed out his broad chest.

“ughhhh—damn you totally m-missed me, huh, babe? feel even tighter than before i l-left.” itto grunts, letting his fell back against the pillow as you bounce on his lap—his vermillion eyes heavy and focused on the way your pretty tilts jiggle everytime you sink back down on his heavy cock.

“s-so big, been so long.” you whimper through pouty lips, your mind cloudy with how well he’s fucking you—losing yourself in the feeling of finally having him again. “yeah? gotta stretch you out again, ‘s that it? goddamn—pussy was fuckin’ made for me, been dyin’ to fill you up again.” he growls, pink cheeked and his jaw clenches as the muscles in his well trained body shake slightly beneath you.

his pace is unrelenting, almost animalistic and it’s impressive given the unstable ground below him from where you’re seated on a mat inside the gang hideout—fatigue lacing his muscles from his days behind bars.

“you been thinking about me, baby? couldn’t even cum without you, you know that? wont find anything as good as this pussy, holy shit—gonna fill you up so good, b-been saving it for ya.“ itto groans and your walls reward the thick spread of his cock with another needy twitch.

your pussy squelches, wet and messy as the sounds echo around the thin walls—but he’s past caring if the other gang members hear, always brushing it off with a smug grin. “pfffft—let ‘em hear, you’re all mine anyway, right, babe?” but this time he wants to ruin, it’s been so long—he’s greedy, he knows it but he doesn’t care. he needs every part of you, he’s missed you so much, balls heavy and throbbing from all the cum he’s saved for you, cursing roughly as he fucks into you eagerly—his hands almost curled into fists at your hips. “fuck, y-yes want it.”

“fuck, that’s m-my baby—feels so good, ughhh—“ the white haired oni groans, the vibration of his tone echoing somewhere deep in his chest and you feel your body crumble with each crushing thrust up into you, driven by the strength in his huge body—feeling itto ruthlessly slam his cock into your stretched count as he hugs you closer, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

the blunt head of his heavy cock feels like it’s kissing every part of you, thickening and throbbing with every needy coax of your tight pussy, his pelvis grinding against your puffy, sensitive clit everytime he meets your hips with his own.

his hips buck almost wildly into your needy heat as his grip on your skin turns bruising when your orgasm finally washes over you, pulling a raspy growl from your boyfriend before he slams his lips against your own, his hips stuttering as his cock twitches and he spills inside of you.

he swallows both of your moans, fucking his heavy load up into your puffy count as you quake and twitch above him—a mixture of both of your orgasms dripping from between you to pool onto the futon below you both. itto’s chest heaves as he pulls away, smoothing his palm along the marks on your hips and you shoot him a starry-eyed look that has him pecking your lips again through a hormone-drunk grin.

“pheww, you fucking rock, babe—god, i missed this.” “i can tell you big dummy.” 

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[nanamikentoseyebags]

pairing: kento nanami x f!reader

content: just two grumps being grumpy together, alcohol consumption, pathetically self ship coded!!

wc: ~ 1.3k

a/n: my poor lil attempt to write something again, don't judge too hard, i just needed to feel some comfort

Whoever is in charge of the event has terrible taste in music, Kento Nanami mentally remarks, taking a small sip of the way more disgusting whiskey and placing the glass on the bar with an audible "clink". He wearily surveys the room, running his eyes over the expensive gilt-framed paintings, the elaborately inlaid furniture, and the huge elephant in the room in form of a grand black piano, that most definitely hasn't felt a human touch in at least a couple decades.

Myriads of stars are scattered across the ceiling in intricate patterns, like fluttering moths surrounding a lonely chandelier, decorated with what looks like tiny diamond droplets. It radiates a soft glow that seems to make even the faces of these people look pleasant somehow. He hates this place, or rather he has to hate it, because now it has become a nest of the most poisonous snakes - a reception for the richest, most prominent, most influential people in the city: the owners of the biggest financial companies that seem to own the whole world in their heads. Kento frowns, rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly and cursing his boss for obliging him to attend it.

A quiet “Ughhhh, that’s disgusting,” snaps Nanami out of his thoughts, drawing him to turn in your direction, watching curiously as you spit out one of the appetizers and wrap it in a napkin. "This is a real culinary crime! Who the hell would think of ruining food so cruelly? Ugh, I should sue them for the moral damage this appetizer just did to me". Reaching for your glass, you took a couple sips and held it out to your boyfriend, cringing, "and serving people champagne like that is a crime too. I thought everything was top notch at these receptions," you paused, "you know I'm going to say this, but I'll say it anyways, here: I could have done it better...God, I need something to wash this disgusting taste down with."

"Of course you would, darling," Kento chuckles, "And I don't think there's anything edible here at all," he sets your glass on a tray of a passing waiter, "I'm afraid you're the only sweet thing here."

A death stare, that's what he sees, turning to you again. "Very funny," you roll your eyes playfully, nudging him lightly in the side, "I always wonder…how do they do that?" you motion your hand to the groups of people talking amongst themselves.

"Do what?" his tilts his head to the side, leaning closer to you, his arm goes around your waist, slowly stroking the curve of your hip.

"Pretending to like everything, from terrible food to engaging into conversations with people they can't stand. Sometimes I think their faces are about to crack from those strained smiles."

“Long years of practice, I think. I doubt they'd be much good at it if they didn't know how to cast fake smiles at every partner and then ruin their firms with the same grin."

"Atrocious," you give a dismissive glance to another pair of presumably millionaires fluffing up their feathers and parading like male birds in front of a couple of women.

"Sorry for bringing you here, I-" he doesn't have time to finish the sentence, feeling your arms tightly circle his torso.

"I don't mind at all, I might even enjoy standing here with you all grumpy and dissatisfied with everything and everyone. It's more fun together," you wink at him, stroking his back.

“Oh yeah, I wouldn’t want anyone else to be grumpy with,” he pauses, looking at your perplexed expression, “okay…” with a sigh he continues, “in my defense I might just say that it sounded less cheesy in my head”. You giggle, watching the tips of his ears turning red. “On the other note,” Kento’s hand flies up to gently caress the apple of your cheek with his thumb, “I know I’ve said it like a thousand times today but you look absolutely divine.”

And he means it, as much as he hates to be here, he thinks you are made for this. You are made to be surrounded by this splendor he believes he fails to give you. As if you'd stepped out of one of those ornate paintings, in that ethereal silk dress of yours and hairdo, you really do look like a deity to him, walking around your chambers.

And before he even gets a chance to tell you this, a loud “Nanamiiiiii,” thunders across the whole space, the approaching steps of his boss reverberate tenfold in Kento’s head, as he reluctantly lets go off you and turns to face the horror in the flesh.

"Our most reticent Nanami has finally shown the world his gorgeous chosen one," the nearly bald, stocky man approaches you two with a broad smile, plastered on his face, exposing his porcelain teeth. His wrinkled face is adorned with a pathetically thin mustache, with gold-rimmed sunglasses perched on his nose. He smells of expensive alcohol and cheap cologne, you have time to notice a pair of huge rings on his fingers when he, without a second's hesitation, takes your hand and brings it to his lips. "Pleased to meet you, Ms. Y/n, Nanami doesn't spread himself too widely about his life, but your name almost never leaves his lips."

"Y/n, this is my boss, Mr...."

"I'm just Steve to you," he blurts out in a half-drunk grin, still not letting go of your hand. Kento’s eyes roll to the back of his head, as he rubs his temple tiredly, struggling to keep his cool.

"Nice to meet you...Steve," looking absolutely unimpressed, you gently pull your hand out of his iron grip, taking your now speechless with anger boyfriend, under his arm, and smiling with feigned gentleness, "Kento has told me a lot about you, thank you for inviting us to this wonderful dinner."

“Nah, that’s the best decision I’ve ever made,” he chuckles, “you should try to convince your man to go out more often, especially with such a beauty by his side, it should be a real pleasure. He has a great future, my dear, a great future,” he wagged his finger right in front of your face, “okay, lovebirds, I have to go… I have to go, I have to cheer up a couple of losers, whose careers I will destroy tomorrow.” And he bursts in an almost inhuman laugh that seems to make everyone in the room but him uncomfortable. “But I'll see you soon," and once again taking your hand in his leaves another loud, wet kiss on your palm before retreating to another direction.

“Ugh, what an asshole”, you wipe your hand on the soft fabric of your dress, "'so, did I get to act all happy? It was quite hard since I was affected by the sight of his awful mustache.”

Hearing no reply, you raised your head to meet the two agates that had been staring back at you for a long time, gleaming adoringly. Kento's face is playing with the brightest smile you've seen this evening.

“What?” you frown, not sure where the sudden burst of amusement is coming from.

“Nothing”, he smiles wider, “just glad I'm here with you. Speaking of which, why don't we sneak out of here right now?” he holds out his hand to you.

“I thought you'd never ask”, you let out a sigh of relief, intertwining your fingers, as you quietly head for the exit. Away from the lying people and cruel games, quietly grumbling about various little things along the way. He carries a pair of your uncomfortable heels in one hand as you walk beside him in your evening dress and favorite sneakers, clinging to him tighter and thinking that the world isn't so bad when you have someone to be grumpy with.

[viscerax]

Hi , hope your doing well x I’ve got a finney x reader request ( gn if u can!) Where there supposed to be studying but they start making out nothing too bad but they got caught by Gwen

If you can’t that’s fine :)

Caught

Pairing: Finney x gn!reader

A/N: Finney has glasses because I said so, before anyone attacks me before reading this, they don't have sex and it doesn't really get anywhere close to that. Teenagers kiss. Teenagers make out, sorry if you can't accept that.

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Studying with Finney was easy. He was always so helpful and somehow always knew when you didn't understand something.

What wasn't easy was well... staying focused. You always got so distracted watching as Finney chewed the end of his pencil, or the way his new glasses slightly slid off his face when he looked down.

"Y/n!" Finney snapped his fingers in front of your face and you quickly shook your head, now paying attention. "Did you hear me?"

"Huh-? I mean uhm, oh yeah. I did." You mumbled, glancing down at his paper, which was obscured by his arm, making it impossible to guess what question he had asked.

"Great so then what is the answer?" Finney hummed, tapping the eraser of his pencil against his lips.

You groaned and looked at the ceiling trying to come up with a random answer. "5. The answer is 5." You gave Finney a half confident smile, to which Finney just sighed and shook his head.

"You've got to pay attention, Y/n! Or else you're gonna fail the test, then you're gonna come crying to me and I'm just gonna tell you the same thing I tell you everytime. Pay! Attention!" Finney thumped his pencil against your forehead, causing you to wince and grumble.

"But this is so boring! And you know-" you glanced down, reaching a hand out to brush some of his fluffy brown hair from his forehead. "- you're just so distracting! I mean, how am I supposed to focus when you're there, looking the way you do." You smirked as Finney's face immediately flushed bright red.

"I-uhm- no! This is not my fault! You need to focus!" Finney huffed, trying to look away so you couldn't see just how flustered he was.

"Ughhhh fine! But only if you give me a kiss." You huffed, pouting a bit. Finney glanced at you, letting out a bit of an exasperated sigh. You really were such a brat sometimes.

"You can have a kiss if you can manage to answer a question right. If you get it wrong, no kisses or hugs from me for the rest of the day." Finney smirked, knowing this would be one of the only ways to get you to listen.

"Fine. Challenge accepted." You smirked and looked down at the math book in front of you, laser fucking focused. "Come on, ask me a question."

"Okay. Here's a good one." Finney pointed to a problem in the book and you nodded, scribbling the formula down onto your notebook and mumbling every now and then as you wrote. Once you finished, you proudly showed the paper to Finney, and he nodded. "Good. Great job." Finney smiled and you giggled, quickly taking the opportunity to swipe the books and pages away from in front of you and crawling over so that you sat on your knees in front of Finney.

Finney looked up at you nervously through his glasses. No matter how many times the two of you had kissed, he always felt like it was his first. You smiled. He wasn't a great kisser, but he wasn't bad. Besides, it didn't matter if he was a good kisser, because he didn't need to be. It was just you and him. No performance. No audience to impress. Just you and him.

You leaned in, pressing your lips together, the rim of his glasses bumping onto your nose. You winced and pulled away quickly taking his glasses off and gently setting them down next to you. "Can we restart?" You chuckled, and Finney, still to flustered to speak simply nodded.

So you did. You pushed your lips onto his, hands clutching his face in a sweet embrace. Finney never knew what to do with his hands. He simply rested them on the curve of your hips, fingers gently brushing against the skin of your midriff under your slightly raised shirt. Your skin was warm and comforting, and his touch was the same. There was never any ill intent in Finneys innocent touches.

Finney fet you gently begin to push against him, and so he began to lean back so that he was laying on the floor and you were on top of him. Your hands still clutched to his face, thumbs gently brushing his burning cheeks. Your kisses were a but more rough then Finney was used to, although he didn't really have anything to compare it to, only the kisses he had seen in movies. But you knew what he was and wasn't comfortable with, and never, ever hurt him.

Just as you were about to pill apart, you heard a loud shouting from Finneys doorway.

"Ewwww!! I thought you guys were studying math, not biology!" Gwen shouted, her face contorted into a look of disgust. You quickly sat up, scooting back, and Finney followed suit.

"Gwen! Get out! Don't you know to knock?!" Finney shouted, throwing a loose pencil at Gwen.

"I did knock, but I guess you guys couldn't hear me over the sound of your little 'study session' going on!" Gwen turned around and hugged herself, creating the illusion that she was making out with someone else. "Oh Finney! Oh Y/n! Mwah mwah mwah!" She chuckled, only stopping when Finney threw an eraser at her.

"Okay, Gwen! Stop!" Finney shook his head, more embarrassed then before, and you were simply chuckling. "Now what did you need?"

"Oh, nothing! Just wanted to come see my brother!" Gwen giggled mischievously.

"Get out!" Finney picked up a book, about to throw it, but Gwen slammed the door shut and ran down the hallway, giggling. "I'm sorry about her. Such a pain in the ass sometimes." Finney grumbled, but you simply giggled at him.

"Oh wow! Did Finney Blake just swear? You must be real pissed." You smiled, gently punching him in the shoulder. "Anyways, should we continue?"

"Ah- nope. You've got to get another answer right, remember?"

You groaned, placing your hands over your face.

Let's just say, not to much studying was done, hut at least you didn't fail your test.

[masonmtxo]

Tease

Mason Mount x OC

Summary: Mason is less than pleased when his girlfriend decides she has other priorities than the situation shes left in his pants

Notes: 👇🏻 imagine this stroppy boy as your reading

“You were unreal today,” you muttered between heated kisses, pressing yourself further into his lap as you straddled him on the sofa. He had not long arrived home after the match, having to carry out a number of press interviews after his blinding performance, 2 goals and an assist to add to his ever growing collection.

He had managed to look even more attractive than usual on the pitch that afternoon, leaving you up in the stand practically drooling for him after he kissed his fingers and pointing to you in celebration after both his goals. His hair had finally grown out, his beard was full, just how you liked it, and his thighs had looked obscenely good in his tight blue shorts.

“Yeah?” He asked, eyes soft at your praise. He thrived off of your love and attention, his eyes hazing over with affection as he looked up at you draped across his lap.

“Mmhmm, I even cooked you your favourite,” you flirted lightly, brushing your thumb over the slight stubble spreading up his cheek before leaning into his ear to whisper, “and I’m wearing that red underwear you like.”

“Oh I must’ve really impressed you,” he teased, confidence once again sliding over his face after his moment of vulnerability.

You giggled, grasping his jaw and turning his head back towards yours so you could press your lips back to his. He swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, seeking entrance, gentle stroking his tongue against yours when you granted it. Mason’s hands slid down from your waist to cup your arse, thumbs slowly brushing back and forth causing you to moan softly into his mouth as you pressed your crotch into his, slowly rocking over him.

“Fuck…” he groaned, leaning back to watch you grinding over him, heart beating erratically as he felt himself getting more and more turned on.

The moment was broken at the sound of the ovens timer, sighing as you slid off his lap to turn it off. “Hold on baby, ill be right back,” you pecked him quickly before darting off to the kitchen.

“Ughhhh,” Mason grumbled as he watched you leaving the room, eyebrows furrowed as he threw his arms up in frustration. Resigned to the fact he would have to wait for a moment, he leaned his head back against the back of the sofa, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths to calm himself, fearing that when you got back he would only be moments away from coming in his boxers if you carried on where you had left of.

After a few minutes of waiting, arm pressed against his forehead as he continued to attempt to compose himself he heard your voice from the kitchen, not loud enough to be directed at him.

“Y/n? Are you alright?” Mason called, now sitting up and beginning to get impatient. You were meant to just be turning the oven off and coming back so he stood to his feet in concern, following your voice to into the kitchen.

He stood against the doorway as he watched you, leaning over your phone that was placed on the counter. “Shut up! No way!” He heard you squeal, the sound of your best friends giggles and reply sounding through the kitchen.

Masons mouth dropped open in annoyance, glancing down at his hard dick, “y/n… I thought we were busy??” He snapped, gesturing to his crotch. You covered your mouth in an attempt to stifle a laugh.

“Hang on, Im just on the phone,” you turned back to the counter to continue your conversation, “sorry, Mason’s being needy, carry on.”

“Nee-Needy?” He spluttered, once again throwing his arms up in annoyance, but you carried on ignoring his dramatics, rolling your eyes and smirking as you watched his strop out the corner of your eye.

“You can always sort it out yourself?” You winked, quickly muting your call as you threw a glance over your shoulder at your boyfriend who was now banging his head lightly against the door frame in frustration.

“Oh fuck offfff,” he groaned, spinning around and disappearing out the room.

[haeryna]

OH MY GOD BAEEEE

i literally love your satosugu fic so much IM SCREAMING LIKE UGHH ITS SO GOOD AJDJWJS

like im not over exaggerating it hurts so good like i swear you know how to hit us hard 😭

i love your writing style and the way that we can feel the characters emotions (or maybe thats just me being sensitive..? IM JOKING BAE) like i can imagine how hurt reader is by satosugu leaving her and how mad satosugu are at themselves for leaving her too LIKE UGHHHH

and readers thoughts are completely valid because satosugu left without explanation, basically deserting her and then suddenly they come back?? like i’d be so hurt and mad that they’re back BUT ALSOO when she got called princess? i feel like part of her just wanted to cave especially when she was being held like that but then the other part of her was fighting, reminding herself how badly she was hurt LIKE OH MY GOD YOU ARE SO GOOD AT THIS I LOVE YOUR WRITING AAAA

and for satosugu their reason for leaving and not contacting was also completely valid !! i love that we get to see how much they miss reader and how upset they were that they left but also their reason for leaving? literally GUT WRENCHING. Yes they love reader as much as they love each other but they had to get out of there for their own safety and it just hurts so good 😭 AND THE WAY THAT THEY STILL LOVE HER TOO IT HURTS SO GOOD LIKE WHAT THE FUCK WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD AT WRITING IT MAKES ME SOB— okay but really the way that they never stopped loving her shows how much they truly loved her in the first place because even though reader thinks she means nothing to them she was the only person that they could ever love the way they love each other, oh my god and when they find out she never left and how she’s been alone for the past 5 years i can’t even imagine the guilt and hurt they felt. i can’t even when Suguru finds her letters like the pain he must’ve felt? The way he slowly saw through the letters as the girl they left behind changed, BUT THE WAY THAT THEY WILL NEVER LOVE HER ANY LESS. Also when Satoru notices how reader has changed physically like i just KNOW he wanted to burst into tears, seeing the people you love so frail and vulnerable is a pain that you can never forget so imagining how Satoru felt coming back after years only to find her looking like that must’ve been so painful for him. DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE PART WHERE HE SAYS HOW HE FORGOT WHAT IT FELT LIKE TO BE WITH HER LIKE OH MY GOD STOP IT RIGHT NOW. Like even though reader doesn’t even want to be in the same room as him he can’t help but feel alive because she’s just always had that affect on him like oh my god i literally want to bawl. Okay but also Suguru writing all of his songs for her 😭 I can’t help but wonder if he still has the guitar she thrifted for him? Also the part about Satoru’s makeup artist? “She’ll never do it like you” IM ACTUALLY SOBBING.

I love the way you write so much, it’s so real and has so much emotion. As a theater kid this entire fic is so good for character analysis like I LOVE analyzing characters and the way you write them just makes it even more fun ! I love the way that each character is actually complex and how their emotions feel real LIEK OH YMGNDODQJDHJWNS

(omg i didn’t realize how like jumbled up this all is im so sorry 😭)

I can’t wait for more to be revealed about their relationship! take your time writing the next chapter 💗

ANON PLEASE I WANT TO PUT YOU IN A LITTLE JAR WITH A BOW AND KEEP YOU SAFE YOU'RE SO SWEET AND KIND AND I LOVE YOU !! let's get married. rn. but PLEASE i was sitting here squealing and kicking my feet and looking at this ask every five minutes...i'm so glad you love it :') it makes me feel so happy that you feel like i've written them to a depth that you feel like you can analyze them!!

just for you bae, some little snippets that may or may not get woven into the main story: (suggestive but not explicit!!)

suguru keeps the old guitar you thrifted him. he actually bought a special case for it, so that even with all the damage, it'll still remain strong. there's a metaphor in that, he thinks, in the way that he'll only bring it out when he's writing a song that's meant for you. they're all meant for you, so he finds himself bringing it out constantly. he refuses to try the demos that the studio sends over, of metal and rock, because it feels cheap and artificial.

satoru keeps you and his lockscreen. it's a photo of you and suguru standing together, backs towards the camera. suguru is mid-laugh, and your eyes are shining. sukuna used to give him shit for it, until choso stepped in, recognizing the wistful love in satoru's eyes every time he'd see it.

the first time they were intimate together in their shitty apartment somewhere in seoul, suguru calls out your name. satoru says nothing of it. in turn, suguru pretends not to notice when satoru calls for you in his sleep.

kenji is dissatisfied. in a small town like yours, classmates have paired up left and right. you were meant for him, he believed. but now that satoru and suguru are back, and you're about to leave, he'd rather clip your wings than let them have you. if he can't have you, then he'd rather let you take the fall.

shoko is bemused, in a sad sort of way. she knows she can't interfere. that, and her girlfriend hates satoru with a burning passion, so she doesn't want to start any fires there.

(utahime will never forgive how satoru had made fun of her when she'd taken a particularly nasty fall during a dance practice. they weren't even in the same industry for god's sake. utahime does not care.)

you're exhausted. money is thin. you've given up on your dreams of a musical career. the notebooks of sheet music and lyrics lay aimlessly on your floor. you pretend like you realize the bleakness of your life. in reality, when you can't sleep, you find yourself scribbling words and melodies.

satoru and suguru tried, once. to replace you. to find someone else. they couldn't even seriously stomach the idea before they gave up and went back to pathetically looking at old photos of you. one of the first things they got when they made it big was a professional album done of all the photos they had of you.

(shoko laughed until she cried when she heard about it, before smacking satosugu and telling them to "go talk to her and do something about it, dumbasses.")

ALSO DO NOT APOLOGIZE FOR THE RAMBLE!! i adored it and i hope to see you around nonnie, take care of yourself <33 i hope my other fics will be able to allow you to analyze the characters as well; the next chapter will be a doozy considering how badly i want to make it realistic but there's a lot of thought that goes into that hnghh. i hope you have a lovely day/night bby!!

[onismdaydream]

HII!!! for the past like two days I have been scouring your account for your yuuji content.. because it's SOOO GOOD. And I can NEVER find yuuji fics! ><!

I just love how you write, and it's kept me thirst for him quenched but I just- HAVE to get this out there. I guess it's a writing request..

I have this one specific thirst that just. UGHHH. Basically, I loveee yuuji fics, and it's common knowledge that he has sukuna inside of him. (Lol) sukuna, who can basically manifest as a mouth. DO YOU SEEE WHERE IM GOING WITH THIS?? there is just so much potential. And we already know the the mouth can manifest literally anywhere! His cheek, his.. HAND.

UGHHHH

Like just imagine like- being with yuuji, and barely getting into the 'intimate' parts of your relationship. And I mean barely (once or twice), and at first sukuna is annoyed after, bc like- OF COURSE HE IS! How dare yuji, a little brat, do such things when he KNOWS he can see everything! Nobody wants to see some new inexperienced couples fucking? (Me) nobody!

But.. if you can't stop them, join them.. right?

So, maybe he tries to convince yuji to let him have some fun with you. Though yuji immediately says no, that's totally weird!

...

Won't stop sukuna though. So next time you guys start to have fun.. worked up from a mission, unable to keep your hands from eachother.. which lead to yuji having two of his fingers knuckle deep inside of you, pumping in and out, hitting that spot that makes you see STARS.. when all of a sudden, you feel a tounge lap at your clit! 🥺🤭 whaatttt!!

It catches you so off guard, it takes a minute for you to register what's going on, but when you do.. you wrap your hand around yujis wrist, tugging him away.

"Whats wrong?"

!!! How do you even begin to explain? There's SO many things wrong. Starting with the fact that SUKUNA, the person who literally hates both your guts, literally tried to eat you out.. to the fact that, you liked it.. it felt good!

"I think.. I don't.. basically-"

What do you say? What CAN you say? What if when you tell him, he stops? Ughh this is just so- UGH!

"Whats wrong brat? Use your words."

Followed by a dark chuckle, like he's laughing at you. Coming right from yujis cheek. GOD he is so annoying.

"Sorry, brats, just had to have a taste.."

OKAY ANYWAY. This is getting too long BUT it would probably be followed by a small little argument between yuji and sukuna, but thankfully sukuna convinces yuji.. probably by saying that he could either use his mouth, OR take over yujis body and have his way with you ♡🤭 and OBVI yuji chooses the first one bc he doesn't want you to get hurt..

at first he acts like he doesn't like it, but that facade doesn't last long, you hoth love all the new opportunities that come with this.. i mean like, youre both new to all this so maybe when he isnt sucking on your clit, he could talk you both through it teaching yall sime jew tricks along the way 🥰♡

you see what I'm saying, right?

Finish it, if you want, I would LOVE to see your take on this, but I just HAD to get this out there, otherwise I would go crazy..

But anyway, how was ur day? 🥰🎀

-your horniest yuji lover!♡🎀

AAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

omg??? first of all, thank you!! you're so sweet and this literally made me so happy when i saw it this morning !! i'm sorry i didn't respond earlier, i've had a kinda shitty work schedule + being a little sick so i haven't had much time here <3

UGHH I LOVE THIS IDEA!!!! i've seen similar concepts (sukuna joining/forcing) and it's always so HOT!! i especially love the idea of sukuna licking at your clit and yuji not even realizing... like he's so distracted by the pretty faces and beautiful sounds you're making that he doesn't feel the way his palm morphs or just how much wetter it gets from sukuna's spit..... it's just sooooo good!!

sukuna makes a deal that if he's allowed to fuck you the way he wants, then he'll tell yuji what to do ("the proper way to fuck a woman") and yuji feels a little guilty for considering it but he really really wants to treat you the way you deserve and he has his own selfish reasons of wanting to feel you come around his cock. and maybe it doesn't take much convincing because sukuna's mouth is back on you and making you see stars that you both agree lol

and i don't mind at all if you ever wanna dump your ideas here <3 i think we all need a space to put our thoughts before they make us go crazy! that was what i did before i started this blog :)

[xiaosenthusiast]

OKAY SO THIS IS ANOTHER REQUEST BC I LOVE YOUR WRITING HEHE <33

Imagine if Scaramouche and reader have an argument and like it escalates really quick and they start yelling at each other and reader starts crying bc I love angst <3 how does Scaramouchie react to this 😁😁😁😁

Fem!reader please 😼🙌

big arguments !

SUMMARY how do they react if you start crying in the middle of arguing?

characters⌇scaramouche, xiao, heizou, albedo

fem!reader :,)

def ooc heizou i’m sorry😭 xiao’s is the longest bc i’m biased HSJSJ

OKAY SO i take scaramouche as the very petty type?

he’s most likely the one that started the argument, has that “i’m always right” typa vibe

i do NOT think he would apologize first, even if you started crying.

he would scoff and throw more insults at you…he’s not a soft boy he’s really mean😭

“now you’re crying? god, you’re so pathetic. are you trying to gain my sympathy?”

now..if you try and ignore him then that’s a WHOLE different story

he’ll let you ignore him for about a day or two AT MOST

he’ll call you over, and if you try to resist? oh boy..

he’s still not apologizing first, sorry.

he’ll talk it out with you and once you both realize you were BOTH in the wrong then you two have silent apologies.

he’ll never mention it again, and although that might be toxic…why would having a relationship with scara be anything other than toxic?

he’s possessive and definitely persistent, if he wants something he’ll have it.

this is taking place during the ‘talking’ stage !

OKAY OKAY MY BBY MY LOVE MY PRETTY BOY<33333(i’m biased LMAO)

as much as i want to say that he would comfort you right away, he’s still against making relationships.

he won’t mind being aggressive to get you to stay away, but you’re just so soft hearted and kind and caring and UGHHHH

you’re too kind and he’s disappointed in himself since he’s made you cry.

he feels as though you’ll abandon him now that he’s hurt your feelings and will avoid seeing you for a couple of days.

and you don’t even go to see him, not once, which confirms his suspicions :((

when in reality your just so busy with all the adventurers guild commissions you’ve gotten, you haven’t had time to go see him. you haven’t even had time to rest!

when you’re finally done with all of your commissions you go see him, no matter how large your eye bags had gotten. no matter how sweaty you looked, you just wanted to see him.

so when he felt your presence approaching he hid himself

“xiao? are you here?”

you checked the whole inn and even asked verr and she told you she last saw him on the balcony

it continued like this for a whole nother 2 weeks and eventually he questioned himself about hiding from you

if you were so persistent to see him, did that mean you forgave him? but he made you cry..why did you forgive him?

it had been about 3 weeks since you last saw him and you sighed to yourself thinking he was probably not gonna show again

when you were about to leave he finally appeared in front of you, he wanted to know if you forgave him. and if you did, why?

but when you laid eyes on him you ran over to him while crying

“why would you disappear on me for 3 weeks?!”

he just lets you hug him until you calm down and when you do you weakly punch him on his arm.

when he asks you about the argument, you started laughing and he’s so confused about it

in the end you tell him you had forgotten about that incident and all you wanted to do was see him. you also explained how you were busy with the adventurers guild

he is most definitely comforting you

at least that’s what i think. i mean, either he comforts you or he starts being a bully about it, your pick

well either way i don’t think he’d want his girlfriend to start crying during an argument

“shhh it’s okay i’m wrong you’re right it’s okay.”

he also probably said something he didn’t mean while arguing so he apologizes for that too

cuddles you for sure, and he’s the big spoon👀

he kisses all of your face and it helps you stop crying, he knows exactly how to cheer you up.

after you’re done crying you both talk it out and apologize to each other. and then you both go eat together<3

OKAY so i’m gonna be honest, he is very confused when you started crying. he doesn’t realize that what he said was hurtful.

“why are you crying? i’m only telling the truth..”

he’s still not 100% sure on how relationships should be but he does care for you.

he knows he should never lie to you which leads him to be brutally honest with you. it’s one or the other..

he still tries to comfort you(keyword:tries)

he’s seen couples in mondstadt hug each other when they’re sad so he awkwardly hugs you and pats your head.

after a couple of seconds you started laughing because he was so stiff, he was moving like a robot!

you hugged him back and the argument was solved when you both talked about it<3

safe to say you taught him how to properly comfort someone(and how to sugarcoat things)

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[vividwritinglove]

You are driving somewhere with lando. You think he looks hot and start touching him. He pulls over and you guys fuck in the car. For freaky Friday

Ughhhh 🥵🔥 - the latest content of Party-Lando inspire me so much!!!

Hope it’s okay, that I turned the tables and that it didn’t happen IN the car 😉

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Tonight is date night. It has always been very important to Lando and you and you celebrate your time together in the best restaurants or clubs. You love to go out with Lando and it always should be something out of the ordinary.

It's summer break and the both of you are on vacation together with some friends. But tonight belonged only to him and you and it was your turn to plan it. You felt like going out and you had picked out an exclusive night club.

Lando was waiting for you in your shared suite, sitting relaxed on the sofa in the living room. He was curious what your plans were with him, after all, you hadn't been out of the bathroom for the last hour. Finally the sliding doors to the bedroom opened and you presented yourself to him.

You're wearing a tight black strapless corset dress that perfectly showed off your breasts and curves. It was so short that your butt was barely covered, plus thigh high mesh rhinestone boots that made your legs look even longer. Lando licked his lips greedily and his cock hardened.

You hardly pay attention to him, which made him mad but at the same time very excited. You grab your bag and throw him the keys of the car you had rented especially for tonight. You wink seductively at him and lead the way out of the suite.

The black sports car was fast. A man's dream come true. Lando drove fast on the roads along the coast. You heartbeat was getting faster and in the meantime you also felt it in your pussy. Aroused you slid back and forth on the passenger seat, the fabric of your dress slip up higher. Lando reached for your exposed thigh, signaling that he wanted you badly. Best here and now.

You spread your legs a little more and Lando let his hand wander higher on your inner thigh. He felt that you were not wearing any underwear. His head snapped up to you. He was so hard by now that it almost hurt.

He saw an approaching turnoff and without hesitation, he took it. After a few minutes you arrived at a deserted observation deck that offered a breathtaking view over the island and the sun was just setting.

As soon as the car stopped, you got out of it to capture this moment with your phone. Lando stood behind you and ran his hands along your sides. Again his hand wandered between your legs and began to finger you. First he played with your clit, then he inserted one, shortly after a second finger into you. You moaned with pleasure and leaned your head back against his shoulder. The other hand ran over your cleavage and finally disappeared in your dress and began to massage your breasts.

A few moments later, you were lying on the hood of the sports car and Lando kept thrusting into you relentlessly. He kissed you lovingly while he fucked you hard.

[reitheist]

bucchigiri ep 10 thoughts:

shindo is doing the absolute most 💀 chill out sweetie we all know you're evil

matakara seeeeeems back to normal but he's def not. zabu is gonna catch on I think

so is ichiya taking over matakara like a full possession thing or is it a 'warped' version of matakara

more catboy storytime let's goooooo

ok since reading that one utena greek choir post about these segments I've been trying to look harder into them. basically, the customer is arajin and jasmine is matakara. arajin is figuring out he wants matakara in his life, but matakara is already too far gone off the deep end of despair and inferiority to care (ie. 'seeing other customers') also might have something to do with ichiya 'shopping around' bodies to fight senya with, witch matakara or shindo being the customer?

ahh it's still matakara he's just very emotionally fucked up i see

oh shit is marito finally gonna have something to do again?

the monster thing is backkk

my prediction is matakara is going to beat kenichiro maybe?

ichiya's smile is pretty and so evil I'd let him possess me in a heartbeat

mint chocolate chip ftw

holy shit the fight animation here is so good

arajin DO SOMETHING

the lighting in this scene is very pretty. the colors in this show are always top notch

aww marito cares in his strange way

zabu is a good friend to matakara, but matakara is letting his fear get in the way and being an asshole as a result. direct parallel to arajin and matakara's friendship fallout.

komao standing up for zabu hell yeah

does this school have any staff? besides the cat teacher, I mean

matakara's eyes are so empty it makes me sad

LMAOOO he couldn't even keep ara in class

i think this is supposed to be a little intentional character moment for arajin here. at the beginning, he wanted to have an average highschool life and rejected being absorbed into the delinquent social hierarchy for as long as he could. now, he's running from normal school responsibilities and intentionally embroiling himself in a conflict for matakara's sake

so is it mandatory that the merging mark thing has to be near/on the ass or

as sad as I am for matakara I am very excited for him fighting merged with ichiya

senya fights with punches, ichiya fights with kicks

matakara, mahoro is not gonna be on your side much longer if you keep kicking the shit out of her brother (how is mahoro going to play in the finale I wonder? if she isn't completely sidelined, that is)

senya FINALLY shows up and we don't even get to know what he's gonna say until next week ughhhh

pretty good episode, but not quite as tight as the last two felt imo. feels like this was mostly setup for our final two episodes. I expect matakara is going to face kenichiro next episode and win. senya is gonna explain the whole deal with ichiya to ara next time, as implied by him appearing at the end. (though im not sure I have a clue where he's been all this time? just hiding?) I think it'd be a good beat for senya's story to resonate with ara and lead to him resolving to help (ie. fight) matakara

edit: just saw the after credits hmmm. they're def gonna play up ken's emotional duty to protect matakara next episode as they facedown. maybe ken is going to bring up matakara's brother? interesting.

[casual-violinist-fangirl]

Saving Stardust - 5,174 Words

Set in a world where Omega has been rescued following her second capturing and no one dies! The Bad Batch takes on one final mission and are tasked with delivering the Erso family to safety. Omega, being the traumatised bean that she is, doesn't take too kindly to Imperial scientists being on the ship.

Or:

How Jyn Erso ended up with her Trooper Doll.

I love Rogue One and this was a lot of fun to write! In this, Jyn is about three years old and the Bad Batch are flying their new ship, the Firebird (named after one of my favourite pieces of music ever). I hope you enjoy!

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Thank you for reading!

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Initially, Hunter had refused to take the job, no matter how well it paid. Their days as delivery boys were over and they had no interest in ferrying anyone about, not even if it was to help them hide from the Empire. That had gotten Phee frustrated with him.

“You’re not too different from this family, Hunter,” she tried to reason as they walked to the Archium. Hunter shook his head, adjusting his jacket as he did. 

“We don’t pull jobs like that anymore, Phee,” he replied. He tried to keep his voice even, but he knew he just sounded annoyed. “Especially not since our last run-in with the Empire. We stay where we’re safe.”

The pirate sighed, exasperated. She was definitely beginning to see what Tech had always meant about Hunter being stubborn.

“This couple have a daughter,” she pulled as a last result. Hunter stopped in his tacks at that. 

Bingo.

Phee knew it was cruel pulling the ‘they have a child and they’re on the run from the Empire’ card on Hunter, especially seeing as he had shifted the universe to find Omega on Tantiss, but this family deserved to be safe and deserved to be together. 

“Ughhhh,” Hunter groaned as he ran his hands over his face in defeat. Phee felt herself beginning to smile. “I’ll talk to the others,” he agreed. “But if any of them say no, we’re not doing it!”

He rounded the corner of the street and made his way back to the home he shared with his brothers and Omega, disappearing from sight. 

Of course, Phee had neglected to mention that this family had history as Imperial scientists… not exactly the squad’s favourite type of people. Hopefully the team would be able to see past that, the pirate mused to herself as she reached for her comm and prepared to contact the family.

——

Two hours later, the squad were waiting for Phee to return from collecting the family. Wrecker impatiently tapped his foot and complained every five minutes that this was taking too long only for Crosshair to tell him to stow it each time. 

Hunter could feel himself getting more twitchy as time passed. They had been waiting for nearly thirty minutes now, and Phee was usually more punctual than that. He did his best not to let his concern show though, as he was painfully aware of Omega stood next to him, not wanting to let him out of her sight.

This was her first mission since her return from Tantiss for the second time; Hunter had tried to persuade her to stay on Pabu with Lyana and Shep, but she had shot him down quickly. 

“I’m not leaving you!” she had practically yelled at him, fear in her eyes and her voice. Crosshair had taken over then, reassuring her that she wasn’t going anywhere and that of course she could go with them. Hunter had only been trying to look out for her.

It was times like these that he caught himself trying to remember how he’d coped with Omega’s outbursts before Crosshair had gotten back.

Out of the shadows, the telltale figure of Phee emerged. She was wearing a cloak with a large hood, and was being followed by three figures. As they appeared and realised that they were safe now, they removed their hoods and relaxed a little; Hunter had been about to introduce himself when he felt Omega go rigid next to him. He glanced at her, trying to figure out what was wrong when he realised she was staring at the man… Galen Erso? Hunter followed his daughter’s gaze only to scowl at what he saw. 

Phee hadn’t mentioned anything about the Erso family being Imperial scientists. 

He had been about to turn and give the pirate a piece of his mind, but wasn’t able to take the opportunity as she had disappeared back into the shadows as quickly as she had arrived. Hunter growled and made a mental note to talk to her when they got back. How could she be so senseless? 

“Thank you for rescuing our family,” the woman, Lyra, spoke first. She had kind eyes and a soft smile on her face as she spotted Omega clinging to Hunter. “I’m sure you understand more than most how important it is to keep your family safe.”

Crosshair, who had also clocked the uniform now, rolled his eyes and stalked back onto the ship He clearly wanted nothing to do with this mission then. Wrecker followed him, but took a seat in the cockpit to help get ready for takeoff. That left Hunter, Omega and the Erso family stood next to the Firebird. The little girl, Jyn was her name, skipped onto the ship, seemingly unaware of the situation unfolding around her.

Omega started trembling, something she hadn’t done out of the blue in a long time. Hunter gently slung his arm around her and held her tight. He pulled a face and sniffed dismissively in the direction of Galen before turning and heading towards the ramp of the ship. The couple followed him in silence, their confusion clear. Hunter, quite frankly couldn’t bring himself to care. They had a job to do and he would be glad when it was over and they could go back to their safe haven.

He sat in the pilot’s chair before glancing over at Omega; she was sat stock still in the co-pilot’s seat, re-living something that he didn’t know about. Hunter sighed quietly before turning his attention back to the controls.

He was definitely going to have words with Phee when this was over.

——

The sleep cycle came around, but Omega protested against sleep. “What if you need me?” she asked, her eyes full of worry. Hunter sighed, not for the first time that day, but this time it was full of affection for the girl he’d come to call his daughter. She had been sat in silence up until this point in their trip, just staring blankly out of the port window or eyeing up Galen Erso warily. 

“We’ll be fine, ad’ika,” he soothed as he opened her arms. She went to him and wrapped her arms around his middle. She squeezed him tight before retreating to her room - unlike the Marauder, the Firebird had two bunk rooms, each with four beds. He and the boys shared one, and Omega by default had her own room. This was a little different today as she was sharing with the Erso child and her mother. The three year old had found Omega’s string of lights fascinating and had giggled as they twinkled. She had also taken up an obsession with Omega’s new trooper doll; the young clone hadn’t gotten around to decorating this one.

Hunter was a hypocrite; he had already decided that until the Erso family were dropped off at their destination, he wasn’t going to sleep. They were Imperials, even if they were ex-Imperials, and the panic on Omega’s face as she saw the scientists’ uniform had been the final nail in the coffin. Hunter needed to be on lookout so that his kid felt like she could have a full night’s sleep without having to watch her back. The look of fear had gone unnoticed by Jyn, who had tried to surgically attach herself to Omega, had not been missed by Galen and his wife.

Once Hunter heard the door to his little girl’s room close, he sighed quietly and turned to the nav-computer. 

Slowly, everyone began to settle down for the night. Wrecker had been the one to crash first, mumbling a “g’night” to Hunter and Crosshair and nodding at Galen and Lyra. Lyra had been second, saying that she didn’t want to disturb the girls any later than she had to. She had thanked Hunter and Crosshair one final time and bid her husband goodnight before creeping into the room currently being shared by Omega and Jyn.

Hunter had listened intently as the door opened, but noticed no change in the steady heartbeats and heavy breathing coming from the two children within. Good, he thought as he carried on his work. 

Crosshair had retired an hour or so later; he had spent a minute having a silent conversation with Hunter. 

Want me to stay?

No, sleep. 

You sure?

Go, Crosshair.

The sniper had grumbled about getting a stiff back as he stood from his chair and moved towards the bunk room. As the door opened he glanced at Hunter one last time. His look said it all. 

If he gives you shit, you come and get me.

That left Hunter and the scientist. Galen Erso. Hunter knew enough to know that the man wasn’t in cahoots with Hemlock, and he hadn’t had his hands on Project Necromancer… but that still didn’t being him comfort. 

It had been six months since Omega’s second rescue and it was safe to say that she had been nothing short of traumatised. It had taken weeks of sleepless and tearful nights, screaming episodes and panic attacks before she began to show her true colours again. He was worried that something as small as Galen’s uniform would send her all the way back to square one, and he wasn’t sure if he was prepared to deal with that.

“I noticed your little girl has an aversion to scientists.” It was as though Erso could read his mind. Hunter scowled, trying to look busy for a minute or two before realising that it was going to be no good. He swivelled in his chair to face the other man; for some reason Hunter had been expecting to see some kind go smugness in his eyes, but he saw nothing but curiosity and… sadness?

“You've had dealings with the Empire before?”

Hunter snorted before he could help himself. Had they had dealings with the Empire? Of course they had. They were clones for crying out loud. They had been there when the Empire was born. Instead of saying anything, he simply nodded. He wasn’t sure how much he could trust this man, regardless of his departure from the Empire. The squad had learned the hard way that sometimes giving up information was a dangerous game. Information was priceless, and deadly if left in the wrong hands.

“I don’t expect you to trust me, sergeant,” Erso continued speaking when he realised that Hunter wasn’t going to say anything. “However I can try to express just how far removed I am from the Empire. I have no desire to go back to them, not after the chaos and destruction they have caused.”

There was a pause as Hunter eyed the man, leaning back in his chair as he tried not to see the similarities between them. In reality, Galen was a man trying to protect his family as they went on the run from the Empire. He was trying to forge a life for Jyn and Lyra that didn’t involve looking over their shoulders… Hunter could see a little bit of himself in the man, especially in the way he doted on his child.

“Omega has been experimented on since she was a toddler,” he conceded, his throat tightening at the thought. “She… she was kidnapped by Hemlock about a year ago and held captive whilst…” He couldn’t carry on. The thought of Omega being trapped on Tantiss made him want to be sick. Galen nodded, a look of horrified recognition in his eyes at the mention of Royce Hemlock. It occurred to Hunter then that Erso must have had some contact with Hemlock, even if it was only in passing… even if it was only at conferences when all of the scientists updated the Empire on their progress.

“I’m sorry,” he replied eventually and even though Hunter would have scoffed at that normally, he could feel the weight behind those words. He nodded at the scientist once more; Galen Erso couldn’t undo the past, but him leaving the Empire was a step in the right direction. A movement that would damage the vile dictatorship that sought to destroy all that was sacred.

“We’re recovering…” he trailed off with a small huff. “She’s recovering, but it’s been a long journey.” 

And it wasn’t over yet, it the Bad Batch knew this to be true. Whilst Omega didn’t wake up screaming as often, didn’t shy away from going outside, she wasn’t the cheerful little girl she had been before. She was more withdrawn and still favoured being glued to Hunter’s side on missions. He had heard her pacing her room at night more times than he could count, but didn’t intervene; if she needed him, she would go to him. He knew that.

As if their conversation had triggered it all, he suddenly heard a change in Omega’s heartbeat. Her breathing picked up, only loud enough for him to hear with his capabilities, but before he could stand and move towards her room, she let out a sharp cry.

Galen’s head snapped towards the door of the room, his guard immediately raised but Hunter waved him down. “It’s Omega,” he whispered before a light patter of feet could be heard and the door to her room hissed open. 

Omega appeared in between the two rooms, her breathing still rapid as she trembled; Hunter put her out of her misery by leaving his chair and crossing the room to greet her. He crouched down so that he was in her line of sight. 

“B-buir,” she started, shaking as she reached for him. He grasped her hands, running his thumbs over her knuckles in a gentle, soothing motion.

“I’m here, ‘Mega,” he soothed, plastering a small (albeit fake) smile on his face. The little girl’s breaths came out in short, sharp huffs as she tried to gain control of herself. “Just breathe with me, ad’ika,” Hunter placed one of her small hands over his chest so that she could feel the rise and fall as he modelled the way she should try to breathe.

“I-I was…” Omega glanced at Galen, tears streaming down her cheeks. Her breathing was beginning to even out again, but she was clearly distraught. More distraught than Hunter had seen her in a while. Hunter hushed her, instead encouraging her to just focus on him. On her breathing. On staying calm.

When eventually her breathing had slowed to a sensible rate, Hunter opened his arms. Omega collapsed into them, trembling and sniffling. The sergeant carted his hand through her hair; it was brushing her shoulders now and hung loose on this particular evening. They said nothing as he scooped her up and carried her to one of the chairs in the cockpit, ignoring Galen (who had the presence of mind to take interest in his holo pad).

Omega was wearing her pyjamas, a short sleeved top and shorts that came to just above her knee. Hunter remembered when he’d found her on Tantiss, how her arms had been mottled with bruises and marks from when needles had pierced her skin. Now her arms were clear of bruises (save ones she’d obtained from being clumsy) but the scars she bore from her time as an experiment remained. She had been hooked up to more machines, tested on over and over again more times that she could count and the abuse showed on her skin. She still bore a scar hidden under her hair from an attempt at implanting a chip to monitor her brain activity. Hunter had seen red when he’d first discovered it there.

Hunter rocked the child as he cradled her, swivelling the chair back and forth in slow, calculated movements. He remembered a time when he had done this for nights at a time, switching between rocking her and swivelling the chair to try and lull her into a slumber. When she had been much younger, he had paced back and forth with her in his arms on board the Marauder. He had been exhausted, falling asleep in the middle of the day a lot of the time, but he had never said no to her when she sought his comfort. 

——

(Six Months Ago, Just After Omega’s Rescue)

It was relatively quiet on the Firebird, Hunter mused to himself… except for the crying child in his arms; he knew Crosshair and Wrecker had opted to go to the bunk room this time. They had all learned quite quickly that Omega didn’t enjoy an audience when she was struggling. 

This was the third night in a row that the girl in question had dissolved into tears at the mention of going to bed. They had tried everything, including setting up Hunter’s pillow and blanket in the bunk room with her. It hadn’t worked.

Hunter knew that if Tech was there, or Echo to be fair, they would recommend sedating Omega. A light dose that would ease her into a dreamless sleep and allow Hunter to get some rest as well.

The sergeant was determined not to resort to that - Omega had spent enough time being prodded and poked by needles. The damage done whilst she was on Tantiss was there for all to see. Her arms were wrapped in gauze and plastered with bacta. She whimpered in his embrace, clinging to his shirt like it was a lifeline.

“I’m not going anywhere, ad’ika,” he soothed in a hushed tone, noting how the little girl nodded but still clung to him.

“You’re safe now,” he continued. “He can’t hurt you anymore.”

Omega didn’t respond verbally, she simply stared absently into the void, blinking slowly. She must have been exhausted but Hunter knew that she was plagued with horrible sights every time she closed her eyes. He didn’t think she’d actually slept since leaving Tantiss, which had been three days ago… she needed to rest.

“I can hear you thinking,” she croaked. Her voice sounded void of emotion, not like her at all. Hunter swore that if Hemlock hadn’t been killed by Crosshair, he would have taken joy in doing ti himself. The psychotic doctor had broken his kid. His little girl, who used to have the galaxy in her eyes. 

“Sorry,” he looked down at the child in his arms. “I’ll try to think more quietly.” This got a small snort out of Omega, and Hunter’s heart skipped a beat. For a split second it was like she was back with him before she drifted away again, distant and remorseful. 

“You’re forgiven,” she replied, a ghost of a smile on her face as she glanced up at her Buir. “I know you think I need sleep,” she carried on, snuggling further into Hunter’s embrace. 

The sergeant hummed in response, not committing to a verbal answer. There was a slight pause, neither of them breaking the restful silence. 

“I just don’t want to wake up and all of this be gone. That happened enough times when I was… there.” 

Hunter nodded, still looking down at the little girl. There were dark circles under her eyes and she was pale; telltale signs that she was running on empty.

“I know you’re worried, ad’ika,” he replied. “Want to run through it again?” A small nod and he smiled genuinely this time. 

“What can you see, kid?” 

“The stars.”

“What can you hear?”

“Wrecker. He’s snoring.”

Hunter snorted at that. “What can you feel?”

This exercise went on for a while; it was one they had rehearsed and whilst it had never been successful in easing Omega to sleep, it had definitely soothed her and reassured her that this was reality to start with.

This time, however, Hunter could feel her head slowly growing heavier on his chest. He could hear her heartbeat slowing down and her breathing beginning to even out. Had the exhaustion finally caught up with her? He wouldn’t be surprised. 

“Don’t leave me,” came a tired whisper, Omega taking one final, feeble grasp at his shirt. He nodded, gently kissing her forehead. 

“Never, ad’ika. I promise I’ll be here when you wake up.”

The little girl nodded the tiniest amount before she was no longer awake, falling into a deep (hopefully dreamless) sleep. Hunter could have cried in that moment; he had hoped that him refusing to sedate Omega would have paid off in the end, and here she was. Sleeping… it may not have been a completely sound sleep, and she might wake up screaming for him in an hour but for now she was safe. She was resting, asleep in his arms. 

As slowly as he could, Hunter reclined his seat slightly and rested his head against the headrest. Knowing that she was resting meant that he felt as though he could do the same and before long, he too was was in a deep sleep.

When Wrecker and Crosshair found them later, they had slowly retreated back into the bunk room. They had, of course, taken a photo of them before they went.

——

(Present Day)

Luckily, it hadn’t taken long for Omega to be soothed into a light sleep this time; Hunter had whispered a quiet “I love you,” to her as she’d dozed off again, tear tracks clear on her face and her breathing still a little stuttered from her crying. Resting his chin on top of her head, the sergeant glanced over at Galen. The scientist had a hard-set frown on his features as he watched the pair, his eyes glancing over the scars that littered Omega’s arms. 

“The Empire did this?” he asked, his voice full of trepidation.

Hunter simply nodded, not needing to verbalise his response. He could see Erso mulling over this fact, clearly thinking of his own daughter. 

Out of habit, Hunter tuned into the sounds coming from the bunk rooms - Crosshair and Wrecker both slept soundly, and he could hear two gentle heartbeats coming from Omega’s room. Everyone was safe. He whispered as much to Galen, who nodded in thanks. 

“She’s been so brave,” Hunter said quietly, looking down at the child in his arms. “I don’t know half of what they did to her, she doesn’t like to talk about it, but I won’t let anyone lay a finger on her again.”

Another nod from Galen, whose eyes were still fixed on Omega’s scars. Had she been awake, she would have glared at him and grabbed her jacket. She would be marked by the Empire for the rest of her life, and Hunter had to live with knowing that he hadn’t been able to help his little girl.

“Please,” he started after a long silence. “If you’re found…” he trailed off, not wanting to think about Jyn being snatched by Imperials. “Don’t tell them about us.”

It came out as more of a desperate plea than a stern request from a soldier. He didn’t think Omega would cope if the Empire caught wind of her again. He certainly wouldn’t cope if he had to search half of the galaxy for her. She was his kid and in the time they’d been separated, he’d felt as though he couldn’t breathe properly. He looked up at Galen Erso, his eyes tired and desperate. The scientist regarded the clone before nodding.

“You have my word, they’ll never know of your involvement in this,” he stated. Hunter believed him. 

Galen had stood and bid Hunter goodnight not long after that, suggesting that the sergeant should get sleep as well. 

“I know what it is to love your child so much it hurts, Hunter,” Erso had said. “But you need to be functioning to be able to look after her.” With that final statement, he headed into the bunk room that held Crosshair and Wrecker. Hunter was left alone with Omega, still swinging his chair gently. He supposed resting his eyes for a little while wouldn’t hurt. Resting his head against the back of the chair, Hunter closed his eyes and allowed himself to join his daughter in sleep.

The following morning they were halfway through their time in hyperspace… and Jyn was bored. The little girl had never been on a long-haul flight before and it was safe to say that the novelty of it all had well and truly worn off. Galen and Lyra had tried their best, and in fairness they had come prepared for a long trip with a small child. Jyn had played with some small figures in her backpack, drawn multiple pictures of the Bad Batch and her family, and had tried playing a game with her father. She was now out of new things to do, and was making it the problem of everyone on board. 

Crosshair had scarpered first, claiming that his rifle needed cleaning; this had made Hunter laugh. He had forgotten that even though his brother adored Omega, he was uncomfortable with smaller children. Especially excitable ones. Jyn had steered clear of Wrecker, slightly intimidated by the clone’s height. Hunter had expected Wrecker to be more upset by that then he was, but he had busied himself elsewhere in the hold of the ship. Hunter was sat in the pilot’s seat, his feet propped up on the dashboard when he felt a small tug at his arm.

“Are you Omega’s daddy?” A small, curious voice asked and Hunter turned to the tiny child with a small smile on his face. “I saw you cuddling her this morning. She looked happy.”

Slightly unsure of what to do, Hunter tried to recall what he had done when interacting with Cut and Suu’s children when they had been little. He clambered out of his chair and crouched down to make himself as close to Jyn’s height as possible.

“I guess I am, yeah,” he replied with a nervous chuckle. Usually people just assumed that he was Omega’s father. He wasn’t used to inquisitive children asking him that question. Hunter glanced up at his kid; Omega was tapping at a data pad, pretending that she wasn’t listening to the conversation. It made him smirk; the kid thought she was so sneaky.

Jyn nodded, taking this information on board. Hunter could practically feel her gearing up to ask more questions. 

“Omega’s daddy?” she started. “Is it okay if I play with Omega?” The question stumped him a little. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Omega glancing up from the data pad.

“Well that’s not up to me, kid,” he started, his eyes flickering over to his daughter. She looked a little uncomfortable, but plastered a convincing smile on her face as Jyn approached her.

“Omega, can we play?” There must have been something about her pleading tone or the look on her face, because Omega crumbled and nodded. She allowed herself to be pulled by the hand to her room.

In the back of his mind, Hunter held a small, nagging worry but he squashed it. They were on a ship in hyperspace for kriff’s sake! There was no way that anyone could get to Omega here. He really needed to relax. 

Trying not to think about it too much, he busied himself checking the nav computer and the ship’s vitals…

… he stopped dead in his tracks when he heard something he hadn’t heard in a long, long time.

Omega had laughed. 

Not just a snort of laughter or a small chuckle, she had full on laughed. Laughed like she was the carefree child she should be. Hunter’s head shot up at the noise, and tears sprung to his eyes unbidden as he heard it again. 

Galen and Lyra had been sat talking quietly to one another but stopped their conversation to glance at the sergeant. 

“Are you okay?” Lyra asked, a small look of concern on her features. Galen, however, only had a look of understanding on his face. 

“I’m okay,” Hunter managed after a few seconds. “I just… I just haven’t heard her laughing like that in a long time.” He smiled, making it clear that he actually was okay. The couple nodded, Galen sharing Hunter’s knowing smile before going back to the conversation they had been having previously. Hunter allowed himself to tune into Jyn and Omega’s game, smiling every time he heard his little girl laughing and playing along with whatever stories Jyn was making up as she went along. 

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One day later, when the Firebird finally reached it’s destination, everyone had disembarked. Wrecker had been first, stretching and declaring loudly that he was happy to be back on solid ground; it was no secret that out of all of Hunter’s brothers, Wrecker was the one who liked flying the least. Jyn had been quick to follow him, her fear of the gentle giant no longer present. 

Hunter stood on the ramp of the ship, watching as Lyra and Galen spoke to a local tradesperson… something to do with transport to a nearby farm. Wrecker was playing with Jyn and Crosshair was sat watching, teasing Wrecker as Jyn managed to evade his capture.

Light footsteps approached behind him and he turned to face Omega. She looked more relaxed than he’d seen in a while and it warmed him to see her smile at him. She came and stood next to him before fidgeting and wriggling so that his arm was wrapped around her. 

“You good, kid?” he asked softly and she nodded. Her hair was loose again and it bobbed as she nodded.

“Just… taking it all in,” she breathed. “I’m looking forward to going home.” 

Home. For a long time, Hunter was convinced that his family would never had a home, but Pabu had proven to be the sanctuary that they needed.

“I’ve got a present for Jyn,” she carried on a moment later, fiddling with a small bundle in her arms. Hunter recognised one of Omega’s card games and something else.

“You’re giving away Trooper?” he asked, surprised. Admittedly, this trooper wasn’t the same as her previous one, and it still hadn’t been painted in Bad Batch colours. Omega nodded again, shrugging her shoulders lightly. 

“I have Lula,” she started. “And besides, sometimes it’s the small things that comfort you when you’re living the life that she’s gonna be living.”

Hunter had to blink away proud tears. Omega knew what sort of life the Erso family were in for and in typical Omega fashion, she wanted to help where she could. The child padded down the ramp and headed over to Jyn. She crouched down to the girl’s level and spoke to her softly; once she had presented the presents, Jyn had squealed and thrown her arms around Omega. She wobbled under the attack but recovered quickly and held her back. Galen and Lyra glanced over at the scene, warm smiles on their faces before they called Jyn to them. 

It was time to go.

The squad had stayed, waving the family off as they travelled into the distance towards their new life. Then, one by one they had made their way back onto the Firebird.

It was time to go home.

[fatuismooches]

*you feel a terrifying presence enter the room*

i don’t know if you’ve heard about goodbye, eri by tatsuki fujimoto, but your fragile reader concept just reminded me of that.

in the manga, the main character is recording all his moments with his bestfriend, eri. he’s using his phone to save all the good times he’s ever had with her, because eri has a sickness. over the months her sickness worsens and he keeps recording these memories of eri on his camera/phone. in the last video, he’s shown recording eri in a hospital bed. by the end of the whole recording, he says “goodbye, eri.”

I couldn’t help but imagine fragile reader and dottore in this, they eerily reminded me of goodbye, eri. like what if zandik made a device to record all your interactions together only to end up having videos of you from centuries ago, with you now being in a comatose state and he, no longer able to make new memories with you. having only recordings left of you in a device.

throughout the manga, eri is always shown to be happy in the clips shown of her. she stayed positive even in her final hours. so imagine fragile reader trying to keep zandik hopeful for their recovery all whilst deteriorating in front of him.

the rest of the novel is silly, but the beginning of it is so sad. bro after eri dies the main character started to spiral. he even has to record his moms death.

Sorry for the small synopsis about the manga itself.. it’s really beautiful and I felt like your fragile reader concept was similar to it - just without all the modern stuff.. :,)

*my body quivers at this sudden presence*

LORD... alright so i decided to go read it because you had me intrigued and i also like some of fujimoto's other works and WOW... I had to keep pausing while reading cuz omfg… you weren’t joking that was SAD. The way my heart dropped at the vampire doesn’t have long left to live… and afraid of being forgotten… I JUST KNEW SOMETHING BAD WAS GONNA HAPPEN UGHHHH!! “The rest of it was silly” NO IT WASNT?!?!? I MEAN SOME OF IT WAS BUT STILL. and that ending. i had no idea that would happen. But yeah very fragile reader and Dottore core 😞

I imagine fragile reader is also scared of being forgotten, whether they're alive or dead. Though obviously, it's not very logical, they're scared that one day, Dottore would wake up and simply not care about them anymore. Or if they die, he would forget them and all the memories shared would be for nothing. He's the only person in all of Teyvat who remembers you and your past, so if he forgets, then it's as if you never existed at all. It's cruel to imagine. Although it hurts, you always try to hide your pain, whether it's your thoughts or your actual condition, from Dottore. You don't want to burden him with your feelings. You should be able to handle them yourself, you think. Dottore has so much on his plate too after all, you can deal with your problems by yourself. So... you'll just keep smiling even when it hurts to do so.

AND YEAHHHH i love that idea so much ❤️ my moot Kai made a similar brainrot a while ago! I think it's sooo cute because the idea of him making a whole new invention just for us is so romantic <3 And i think you and Kai have already touched on all the possible angst for the recording device brainrot... so I'll add some fluff! In that manga, there are panels of Eri going to a few pretty places and having casual fun with Yuta. I like to imagine that after you wake up, and when you're finally able to go outside, the segments always make sure to record you at every new place you two go to. To add to the collection.