#why not focus on spreading some positivity instead?

[phantompeaches]

All I have been seeing since yesterday's Switch 2 Nintendo Direct is people spreading misleading articles and complaining about the Switch 2 and the cost associated with it. I get it, it's expensive and not everyone can afford it, but this isn't a case of Big Evil Nintendo are Big and Evil, it's a case of Nintendo keeping up with the current state of the game's industry and the rising costs. Games are a luxury item, and as unfortunate as it is, they're not always going to be financially accessibly to everybody.

In light of this, however, I've decided to share some of my favourite games that are (around) £20 or under! This is an opportunity to share and support smaller game developers, if you can't afford to buy from the bigger ones :]

I could go on forever with these games, all of the Itch.io games on this list I got in charity bundles, both Itch.io and Steam are full of cheap and free games, and some of these you can find on console too, you just need to take the time to look. You don't need libraries full of AAA games to enjoy gaming.

[rindreamery]

out of breath, got me going like...

some of the attractive things that the blue lock men do. featuring: itoshi rin, itoshi sae, nagi seishiro, michael kaiser, oliver aiku, yukimiya kenyu ─ content: fluff, suggestive

note. yukki debut on my acc ??? do we fw the casual, less poetic writing cuz there was really no way to make this poetic 👩‍🦯 just astronomically down bad writing all around

itoshi rin sends you gym pics without you having to ask.

it initially took a lot of convincing, at first, to get rin to send you a picture. in his eyes, it was embarrassing— the idea of pulling his phone out mid-workout, taking a picture, sending it to you, and then going back to whatever he was doing. his mind would drift off to the weird stares he would probably get from others, and the fact that he also wasn’t exactly known for knowing how to pose to begin with. as much as he loved making you happy, there were just some things he was not willing to do.

it took a lot of begging, and for the first few months, the answer was always, “no.”

the first picture came unexpectedly. your phone was thrown off to the side of the bed, not really anticipating any texts from rin for the next hour or so, given the fact that he was at the gym. so you were surprised when you heard a familiar tune come from your phone— one specifically assigned to his contact. you had no idea why he would be texting you. 

you’re absolutely floored at what you see; jaw left hanging and eyes practically bulging out of their sockets, almost dropping the phone.

it's a gym picture. he's doing a normal pose, nothing too special. he’s standing in front of the mirror, one hand shoved into the pocket of his shorts, and the other holding onto his phone. his face was partly covered by his phone, but you could see the blush spread across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. but it wasn’t that that got your attention— no, it was something entirely different.

he was wearing a sleeveless compression shirt, giving you a full view of his arms. they were glistening in sweat and perfectly toned. the arm that was propping his phone up was slightly flexed, from the position it was in, adding to the bulk and definition in his biceps. and you could see the veins traveling up the arm of his hand, the one that was shoved into his pocket, crawling up from the back of his hand to his forearm. the bright overhead lighting, with a combination of the dim background lighting, served to emphasize every line and crevice of his exposed skin. 

“this what you wanted?” came a message right after, “i know you’re reading this right now, respond.” you felt weak. he definitely researched how to do this.

words couldn't describe how you felt. so, your immediate response was to send him a flurry of incoherent texts; a mixture of randomly pressed keys and crying emojis. but that’s what feeds his ego— your reactions are what makes smile smugly to himself, covering his lips with his hands as he reads your texts over. he starts to send you gym pictures more consistently after that, patiently waiting for your response after each one. at this point, it’s become a part of his gym routine.

itoshi sae drapes his arm over the back of your seat while reversing.

driving with sae was a true test of control— specifically, yours. it had become increasingly hard to focus whenever he was driving, with every little motion of his body seeming to pull your attention away from the road. he was just so distracting, to the point that you had started offering to drive instead. yet to no avail, because he always insisted on being the driver, furthering your silent suffering in the passenger's seat. but, there was nothing more testing than whenever he was reversing the car.

it’s an internal battle; it takes everything in you not to ogle him so openly. and somehow, you’re losing a battle to yourself.

it’s as if your eyes instantly become magnetized to sae— the way he moves when he rests his arm so casually, yet so securely, on the back of your headrest’s frame. and it doesn’t help that this position gives such a perfect view of him. the way the muscles in his arm ripple and flex ever so slightly, but visibly, under his loose dress shirt. the way his folded sleeves ride up every time, and the exposed part of his forearm constantly taunts you to take a peek. you hate that you suddenly become hyperaware of everything he does in that moment. especially his fingers, and the way they tickle the back of your neck, almost touching you but not quite there.

you have to hold back the subtle shudder that sweeps over your body.

it feels like he’s taking up so much space, demanding you to notice him. the way the scent of his cologne wafts over to you, the bergamot and sandalwood notes of it slowly overwhelming your senses. the faint shift in his posture, emphasizing the subtle stretch of his neck, giving you a view of his collarbones and necklace. and the way his lips curve ever so slightly when he speaks, his voice in a low tone, with his eyes flitting over to you momentarily before they’re back on the road.

it has to be intentional, he has to be aware of what he’s doing. “you’re doing this on purpose,” you mutter under your breath, willing yourself to turn away and look out the window.

“doing what on purpose?” he asks, but the mirth in his tone is evident— you can practically hear the tiny smirk that’s splayed on his lips. you’ve concluded that he’s sick in the head, that he’s playing with you right in your face. “i’m just making sure we don’t get into a crash, you baby.” and you willingly fall for it, every time.

nagi seishiro becomes clingy when it's just the two of you.

laying in your lap, while you’re absorbed in your own hobby, is one of nagi’s favorite pastimes. it keeps him close to you, but allows you both to do your own thing. sometimes, he’d take a nap while you work, one hand loosely holding onto yours in his sleep. other times, he’d play video games on his phone, making sure his volume is turned all the way down to not distract you. but most of the time, he likes to just lay there and admire you, with a barely noticeable smile on his lips.

but he becomes somewhat miffed whenever your hair falls in front of your face, blocking his (initially) flawless view of you. and it annoys him more whenever you don’t push it out of the way.

so, he decided to take it upon himself to move it for you, arm lazily stretched up to reach for you. you barely noticed it at first, so absorbed in the book that you were reading. the sensation of his fingers ghosting over your cheeks doesn’t register in your mind, and his touch is barely there. and then you feel it. his fingers are in your hair, gathering the strands on the back of his hand before he’s brushing it out of the way. it’s so gentle, the way he locks your hair behind your ear, and the way his hand lingers a little longer on your skin after. his fingers then travel from your ear to your jawline, finger lightly tracing the side of your jaw, and it makes you curl in on yourself at the feeling. (it tickles, but also oddly comforting.) and then, he’s pulling his arm back down to reach for your wrist instead, fingers wrapping around it.

your skin is tingling, and the surface of your skin feels warm— taken aback by the sudden act of affection. you glance down at him with a curious look, only to see that he’s already staring attentively at you, and you feel his hold on you tighten. “you know,” you begin, “you could’ve just asked me to do it for you.”

"you always get so lost in whatever you're doing," he mumbles slowly, his voice sounding almost whiney at the fact. his hand, the one firmly holding onto your wrist, is traveling up until it’s wiggling the book out of your hand. (you don’t miss the small furrow of his brows when you jokingly grip onto the book, before giving in and letting it fall to the side.) he takes this chance to intertwine your fingers, his larger hands completely enveloping yours. "i don't mind it, but i hate when i can’t see you."

michael kaiser holds intense eye contact with you when you're talking.

at times, you found it hard to talk to kaiser. he's constantly exuding such an intense confidence, one that's often present in his gaze, that you could never truly hold face-to-face conversations with him. you're always shying away from it, crumbling under the intensity, and he finds twisted pleasure in how flustered it makes you. the way the words always die on the tip of your tongue whenever your eyes meet, when you see that his focus is locked on you

it makes you look away, because it's the only thing you can do to escape it. but kaiser doesn't like it when you're looking away from him— he wants your attention. he wants to see you when you talk excitedly about your day.

he’ll get that attention however way he can. from where you're seated on the couch gives him quick access to you. you can feel his tattooed hand crawling up the skin of your thighs, sliding up slowly, leaving a trail of goosebumps as he goes. he stops short of the hem of your shorts, planting his hand firmly on the spot. he gives it a firm squeeze, fingers digging into the plush of your thighs— trying to get you to cave into him. “why won’t you look at me when you talk?” he’s leaning into you, invading your personal space despite the spacious couch. you can feel his breath on the shell of your ear with each word, “mein liebling, i want to see you when you talk. look at me.”

“you can listen to me talk without needing me to look at you,” you swallow, and his grip tightens ever so slightly at your words.

you're shifting awkwardly, trying to ignore the way your heart beats a little faster at the proximity, at the fact that his voice has started to sound almost pleading. almost— because he would never admit to something as desperate as pleading. it’s hard to focus when he’s this close, when he’s right there. his fingers remain on your thigh, tracing deliberate lines over your skin, and despite the way you're trying to resist, you can feel your resolve crumbling.

it’s not every day that you see someone like kaiser be on the precipice of begging for your attention. 

“i promise, i’ll stop teasing you. look—” his other hand is hooking under your chin, coaxing you to look at him. and you do— his eyes, once intense and teasing, now holds a softer and almost guilty looking gaze. “keep talking, yeah?”

oliver aiku likes to loosen his necktie with one hand after a formal event.

neckties are the worst, an opinion oliver will stand by ‘til the end of time. he absolutely despises having to put one on for formal events, and he’ll do his best to charm his way out of having to wear one. it never works, so the second he puts it on, he’s already thinking of the moment he gets to pull it off of himself. he doesn’t think much of it when he does it— one finger looping in the space between his neck and necktie, and he’s pulling at it without care.

but recently, he’s started to notice how intently you’d been staring each time he did it.

oliver’s got a keen-eye; not even the smallest thing can get past him. he drinks in the sight of you when he does it, eyes fixed on you, and taking joy in the fact that you don’t even seem to notice. you’re too busy being fixated on his hand, and the way the vein on his hand becomes prominent when he flexes it to pull, or the way his fingers seem to play around with the fabric. your eyes are so sharp, but somehow so unfocused, all at the same time. he loves how it gets you worked up.

it’s entertaining, so he takes it up a notch.

he drags his fingers, slowly, down to the first button of his shirt. and then he’s unbuttoning it with one hand, putting in extra effort in exposing his collarbones. he can’t fight the grin that makes its way to his lips, at your reaction— your eyes are widening, and he can visibly see you gulp at the sight. and then your eyes are shooting up to meet his, and his grin becomes impossibly wider.

“like what you see?” the teasing and flirtatious lilt in his voice is unmistakable, and you can’t help but draw your eyes back down to where his hand is twirling the tie around his fingers. he makes you tick, but he’s also so attractive, and you hate that he can easily make you blush with his words.

“you wish.” you choose to look away with a scoff, crossing your arms over your chest. “it’s gonna take more than that.” that makes him oddly excited, brows raising in mild surprise, and you honestly should’ve known better. it’s like you’re offering up a new challenge to him, and he gladly accepts.

oliver still hates neckties; that’s an opinion that will never change. he still looks forward to the second he gets to pull it off. except now, he gets to play a little game with you while he does it.

yukimiya kenyu keeps a hand on your back at all times, in public.

it’s a habit formed purely from the fact that the streets of shibuya have the tendency to become really crowded, and yukimiya hates it when you get separated from him in such a crowd. he likes it when you’re right by his side— he can keep a close eye on you at all times and protect you from getting pushed around. and originally, it started off with holding your hands. it was fine during the colder seasons, providing the two of you with extra warmth. but you had both quickly realized that it could become quite uncomfortable during summer, making your hands all sweaty and sticky.

so he experimented. he let his arm drop from your shoulders to the small of your back, his palm hovering over your skin, initially unsure of how you would react.

“is this okay?” he would lean down to whisper in your ear, and his voice was so gentle and so concerned about you. even when he was the one getting shoved around by the crowd, with people constantly running into the sides of his shoulders, he was still only thinking about you. you and your comfort. “tell me if this is uncomfortable, and i’ll figure something else out. okay?”

it made you shiver— you felt a heat crawl up your spine, and your stomach was immediately fluttering with butterflies.

you nod, “no, this is okay.” more than okay, actually, but you keep that to yourself. “thank you for asking.” he flashes you one of his pretty smiles, and he leans up to look straight ahead in the crowd again. but this time, his touch is more present— his palm is now firmly planted onto your skin, and he’s actively weaving you through the crowded streets.

whenever someone would get too close to you, or if he anticipates that someone is about to crash into you, his hand would travel to the side of your waist. and yukimiya grips on it, pulling your body flush against his side, effectively pulling you out of the way. “sorry,” he’ll whisper an apology, not having intended to hold you so tightly. his hands will go right back to where they initially were, not without trailing his fingers on the way back, leaving sparks tingling across your skin where he touched. “did i hurt you?”

“no, i’m fine,” you can keep your hand there, you almost tell him. it drives you insane that everything he does is unintentional— but maybe, one day, you'll be able to tell him exactly what you’re thinking.

© rindreamery, 2024

tags. @choccorin @mininji

[slytherin-pen]

Lessons In Discipline II

pairing: Cazriel x Reader

word count: 3.6k!!

warnings: SMUT, 18+, spanking, shadow bondage, use of a gag, blow job, daddy kink, edging, —oh god what else uh— Azriel’s kind of mean ig, oral on female, biting, hickies, p in v penetration, let me know if i forgot anything 😅

a/n: i’m not sure what demon possessed me to write this but i’m starting my period so we’ll blame that. and who let me write a threesome as my first smut EVER? i was stressing fr but i hope it’s good *bites nails nervously* i also added some fluffy aftercare at the end. enjoy!!

Part 1

Shadows bound your hands to the foot of the four-poster bed, positioning you to stand before it, facing the wall. Azriel and Cassian were behind you, but you couldn’t see them. You tried to focus on the painting above the bed, waves crashing into rocky cliffs under a full moon, but your body was fully tuned in on what the Illyrians could be doing behind you. The heady scents of all of your arousal filled the room, only amplifying the heat that’s overcome your body. Your breasts rose and fell with heavy breaths, the anticipation and fear for what was to come overwhelming you.

Azriel had silenced you with a gag, telling you that apologies were useless and that he’d decide when your mouth would serve a purpose.

You heard movement behind you, and a shiver ran down your spine as something traced its way down your back. A sharp smack to your ass had you gasping, nearly choking on your saliva.

“I’m very disappointed in you, angel,” Azriel chastised, dragging the riding crop up the side of your thighs. Your knees nearly buckled at the sudden adrenaline rushing through you. “I thought I would come home to my good girl and we could have some fun together, but instead I have to remind you how to behave. Who you belong to.”

Your whines were muffled, the urge to apologize on your tongue but it was useless. He couldn’t understand you. It was exactly what he wanted. He knew you would say you were sorry and beg for him to forgive you, but you had gone too far. He didn’t want to hear your pleas. He wanted you to take it.

“You know, I was on a very important mission when Rhys entered my mind to tell me that Cass requested I come home. I thought surely my little girl would be able to behave for one week but then he tells me that you weren’t eating,” *swat* “or training,” *swat* “and disobeying him,” *swat*.

Tears gathered in your eyes, incomprehensible mumbles leaving your lips. You couldn’t see your ass, but it burned from Azriel’s relentless spankings. You were sure it was red and raw by now.

Azriel clicked his tongue. “I’ll admit I was shocked. You’re usually so good for Cass, saving all that bratty behavior for me.” A hand wrapped around your hair and tugged, bending your neck so you looked up at him. Hazel eyes simmering with rage met your bloodshot eyes. “That’s why I’m going to let him have his turn with you. Usually, he likes to just watch but I think after the week he’s had,” he chuckled darkly, “I think he deserves to have his way with you.”

The shadows released your wrists and you were shoved down onto the mattress. When you pushed yourself up to your hands and knees, Cassian was already situating himself in front of you, wings spread behind him as he stroked his cock. He smirked as he looked down at you, and that only served to send a shiver down your spine.

“You can take the gag out now, Cass,” Azriel said.

Cassian gently cupped your face as he loosened the gag just enough to slide it down to your neck. Calloused hands pinched and twisted your nipples, earning short and breathless gasps from you.

You dared to look behind you at Azriel. He still had his pants on but he was shirtless, the swirling black tattoos on his chest and climbing up his neck on full display. His shadows swarmed him in harsh, sharp motions, reflecting his feelings about your recent behavior.

Cassian grabbed your chin, forcing you to face him again. His large hand cupped the back of your head, guiding you to his red, swollen cock. You took it in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you sucked languidly. He threw his head back with a groan as he rocked his hips towards your mouth. “Fuck, sweetheart, just like that.”

You felt the bed dip behind you as scarred hands gripped your waist. Cassian’s hold on your head became a little more forceful, his fingers threading through your hair. Azriel positioned himself under you, pulling your hips down so you sat on his face. You bucked as Azriel licked a long stripe up your folds then focused his tongue on your hole, swirling his tongue around before pushing it in and out. His nose rubbed against your clit with every motion as Cassian started fucking your mouth. Hands gripping the sheets, a strangled moan escaped you, muffled by Cassian’s cock, and you ground yourself down on Azriel’s face eager for more friction before he smacked your ass and pulled away.

You whimpered at the loss of contact, your pussy clenching around nothing as arousal dripped down your inner thighs.

“This is a punishment, angel,” Azriel scolds. “You take what we give you and nothing more. You don’t cum until we say you can. Do you understand?”

Cassian pulled his cock out of your mouth. “Yes, Daddy,” you gasped, desperate for them to keep touching you.

Cassian chuckled as he looked into your wide, dilated eyes. “Look at our needy girl. You’re already a mess aren’t you?”

He didn’t let you finish your mumbling before sticking his cock back in your mouth. It was salty with the taste of his pre-cum, your tongue running up and down the soft, veiny skin. Your jaw ached as you sucked him off and saliva dripped down your face onto the bed. Cheeks flushing with embarrassment you clenched your eyes shut, focusing on the up-and-down motion Cassian was guiding you in.

You nearly bit him in shock when you felt something cold touch your pussy, but he only shoved you farther down as you gagged on him. “Don’t you worry about what Az is doing back there, sweetheart. We’ve got it all under control.”

Azriel huffed a laugh as the cold, foreign object circled around your entrance. “She knows exactly what this is, don’t you, love?”

You whined and squirmed as the realization settled over you. It wasn’t unfamiliar, but Azriel rarely used it and reserved it for when you’d been especially bad. When you hadn’t earned the privilege of feeling his cock just yet. The glass dildo.

Moaning as he inserted it, you tried to refrain from sinking back on it lest he take it away. His large, scarred hand smoothed up your spine and pressed down in the center of your shoulder blades, arching your back the way he liked. Cassian picked up the pace with his thrusts in your mouth, and it was then you noticed Azriel wasn’t moving the dildo but only using the momentum of Cass’ thrusts that rocked you backward.

Your walls clenched helplessly, begging for more but being greedy would only get you in more trouble. You wanted to be a good girl. Maybe, if you behaved, he’d let you cum eventually. Azriel was relentless in the bedroom, expertly bringing you to the edge of climax only to rip it away, leaving you crying and desperate. He was the Torture Master, after all—skilled in delivering both pain and pleasure, balancing on the fine line between agony and ecstasy.

Cassian’s grip on your hair tightened, his thrusts stuttering before he grunted as his cum shot down your throat. “Oh fuck, keep going. That’s it.”

You took him deeper, swallowing every drop before releasing his cock with a pop. Azriel pushed the dildo in faster now and you moaned as your face landed on the mattress, arching your back even further. You felt yourself reaching a climax, but much to your chagrin Azriel pulled the dildo out.

He quickly flipped you over, leaving you slightly dazed as you watched him unbuckle his pants and slip them down his muscular thighs. His cock sprung free and you practically drooled at the sight of it. He smirked at you as he stroked it slowly, as if he knows how badly you want it. He grabbed your ankles and yanked you to the edge of the bed before leaning over you and blessing you with a quick, feverish kiss, then put the gag back in your mouth.

You whined and thrashed in indignation, causing Azriel to deliver a sharp smack to your thigh to end that nonsense. “That bratty mouth of yours is half to blame for the trouble you’re in,” he said.

Cassian lifted you up by the shoulders, placing you between his legs so you could lean back on his chest. You sighed and relaxed against him, going pliant as he brushed your hair to the side and kissed your neck. “Be a good girl so we can take this out,” he tapped the rubber ball sticking out of your mouth, “and then maybe you’ll be rewarded with an orgasm. You want that don’t you, sweet girl?” he whispered in your ear.

You shivered at his words but nodded. You wanted that very much. It felt as if you might combust if you couldn’t find release soon. Your pussy was throbbing, begging for someone to touch it and make you feel good.

Azriel was already on his knees on the floor in front of you when you looked up at him. He threw each of your legs over a shoulder, and he gradually licked his way up your thigh. Your eyes rolled back as he bit the supple skin of your thigh, his nails digging into the other. Between Cassian licking and nibbling at your neck, and Azriel sinking his teeth into your thighs it was a delicious mix of pleasure and pain.

You couldn’t help but watch Azriel. Shadows curled around him like living things, but the look in his eyes chilled you to the bone. Predatory, possessive, hungry. He had you spread out before him, shadows wrapping around your wrists to keep them pinned to the sheets so he had you exactly where he wanted.

“You smell so sweet,” he murmured, the warmth of his breath ghosting over your dripping pussy. The teasing flick of his tongue followed, sending tingles down to your toes.

Your hips bucked involuntarily, seeking relief, but Azriel merely shook his head. “Patience,” he chided, pressing your thighs wider apart. “You’ll take what I give you.”

A slow, torturous drag of his tongue over your aching pussy had you moaning, your fingers curling into the sheets. He groaned against you, the deep vibration making your toes curl. His tongue moved with calculated precision, tracing every sensitive spot, circling your clit before pulling away just enough to make you whimper.

“My needy little girl,” he teased, his lips brushing against your swollen skin before he sucked your clit into his mouth. The sensation sent a lightning bolt of pleasure through you, a muffled cry tearing from your throat.

His grip on your thighs tightened as he devoured you, his tongue relentless, his fingers pressing bruises into your skin to keep you from squirming away. He wanted you desperate, ruined, shaking apart beneath him.

When he slid two fingers inside you, curling them just right, you nearly sobbed.

His only response was a dark chuckle before he sucked harder, thrusting his fingers in time with the flick of his tongue. The pressure built fast, too much and not enough, your body writhing as pleasure coiled tight in your core.

“That’s enough, I think,” he said as he pulled away.

Tears streamed down your face, frustration building inside you, and if it wasn’t for the cauldron-forsaken gag you would curse him out.

Cassian tutted as he wiped away your tears with his knuckles. “Oh, poor girl. He’s being so mean isn’t he?”

You nodded, nuzzling into his neck for comfort. This was torture. Your thighs shook and you choked around the gag. Blessedly, Cassian decided to have some mercy on you and unbuckled it. You took deep, greedy gulps of air, tilting your head back on Cass’ shoulder as he ran his hands up and down your arms in an effort to soothe you.

Azriel sat next to you and stroked your jaw with his thumb. “Do you need to use your safe word?”

You shook your head, “I’m fine. Promise.”

He nodded and kissed your temple. “Go ahead and sit against the headboard, Cass.”

Cassian kissed your cheek before doing as Azriel bid. You watched his abs ripple as he got comfortable, fluffing up the pillows behind him.

Cassian met your gaze with a lazy smirk as Azriel approached behind you. The heat in his eyes sent a fresh wave of arousal through you, but it was nothing compared to the dominance in Azriel’s voice as he murmured into your ear.

“Ride him.”

Your breath hitched, your body already buzzing from the weight of his command.

“You can do that for me, can’t you?” he asked, his voice was a low rasp. One of his hands slid between your thighs, teasing, coaxing. “Be a good girl and show me how desperate you are.”

You exhaled shakily and crawled toward Cassian.

Cassian hummed in approval, his hands settling on your thighs. His pupils were blown wide with lust. “Such a good girl.”

With trembling hands, you reached for Cassian’s broad shoulders, lifting yourself just enough to sink down onto him. The stretch was delicious, Cassian groaning as you took him inch by inch. Azriel’s hands found your hips, guiding you, controlling even as you rode the other male.

“Fuck,” Cassian growled, his grip tightening on your thighs. “Look at you. So fucking perfect.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before Azriel’s hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head back so his lips brushed against your ear. “Don’t stop until I tell you.” His voice was pure sin, sending shivers down your spine. “Make him fall apart for me.”

“Yes, sir,” you whispered hoarsely.

Your nails dug into Cassian’s shoulders as you moved, moaning every time you felt his head reach your entrance. It was bliss, everything you’ve been wanting. Azriel started biting your neck and sucking on your jawline. You’d surely have marks later but that made it all the more enjoyable.

You and Cassian’s moans echoed in the room, along with the sound of your skin slapping together and the wetness dripping off of you onto his pelvis. Azriel kept his hands on your hips but you were able to take some control back as you bounced up and down.

“Feel so good,” you slurred.

You felt Azriel smile against your jaw as he nipped at the skin. “I bet our sweet girl wants to cum. What do you think, Cass?”

“I’m about to myself, it would be cruel not to let her join,” Cassian chuckled.

Azriel took the lobe of your ear between his teeth and pulled down causing you to gasp at the sensation. “Does that sound good, angel? Do you want Daddy to let you cum?”

“Please, please, please,” you chanted. It was a miracle you hadn’t already, but it only would have drawn out your punishment for longer. You had certainly learned your lesson this time and want nothing more than for Azriel to let you finish. A sheen of sweat coated your skin and your heart pounded in your chest. Your body is exhausted, muscles sore from being so tense. Pleasure coiled deep within you, winding tighter with every touch—a burning tension building to the breaking point, ready to snap and send you spiraling into bliss.

“Beg,” Azriel demanded.

You swallowed thickly, trying to soothe your scratchy throat. “Please, Daddy, please let me cum.”

“Will you be good for Cass the next time I leave?” he asked as one of his hands found your clit, circling slowly.

“Yes, yes, I will I promise.”

Azriel hummed and tilted his head as if considering. He glanced at Cassian who had his eyes clenched and head tilted toward the ceiling, like he was trying his best to wait for you.

Finally, he clicked his tongue and said, “You can cum.”

You cried out as Cassian sped up the pace, jerking his hips up to meet yours at a punishing pace before you toppled over the edge together, your pussy pulsating and squeezing his cock. You cried out as blinding pleasure coursed through you, your vision blacking out momentarily. Cassian moaned as he continued to thrust inside you, chasing every last shockwave of the same ecstasy you felt.

You collapsed on top of Cassian’s chest, his cock still inside you. You were panting, desperate for more precious air. His warm, calloused fingers stroking gently down your arms, grounding you. His expression, usually filled with teasing grins or cocky smirks, was nothing but concern now. “You okay, sweetheart?” he asked softly.

You nodded, but the exhaustion tugging at your limbs made you feel boneless, too drained to do anything but lean into him. Your breath was still uneven, your heart hammering in your chest.

Then Azriel was there beside him, brushing his knuckles over your cheek, hazel eyes scanning your face as if he could read every thought running through your mind. “You did so good,” he murmured.

Cassian started running his fingers through your damp hair and pressed a kiss to your temple.

Azriel’s touch was featherlight as he traced over your wrist—the spot where his shadows had held you. There was no guilt in his gaze, just a quiet, unwavering attentiveness. “Tell us what you need,” he said softly. “Water? Something to eat? A bath?”

It took a moment to find your voice. “Water,” you croaked.

He was up in an instant, disappearing into the en suite and returning moments later with a glass. He sat beside you again, lifting the glass to your lips and tilting it just enough for you to take slow sips. “That’s it,” he murmured, watching you closely. “Take your time.”

You gulped down the water, the chill a balm to the burning in your throat. You sighed as you finished the glass and laid your head back down on Cassian.

Azriel set the glass aside, then helped Cassian remove himself from inside you, shifting you slightly so your legs were slung over his. Azriel reached for a damp cloth, running it over your skin with tender precision. He wiped away the lingering sweat and fluids, caressing every inch of you with care.

Once he was finished, Azriel tossed the cloth onto the bedside table before pulling the blankets up over you, tucking you in before slipping beneath them himself. Cassian shifted, maneuvering you to be pressed between them as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest. Azriel settled on your other side, his wings partially draped around you, cocooning you in warmth.

Cassian’s fingers trailed up and down your spine in slow, soothing strokes leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Do you want to talk about it now or wait?” he asked, his voice gentle.

You hesitated, then buried your face further into his chest.

“Sweetheart,” he breathed. “You’re not in trouble anymore, and you won’t be in trouble for anything you say right now.”

Azriel nodded. “He’s right. And you know it always helps to talk through it. We won’t be upset with you,” he promised.

You rolled over, eyes staring up at the ceiling as your hand found Azriel’s and he intertwined your fingers. You glanced at him then, voice cracking as you spoke. “I missed you.”

“Oh, love, I missed you too,” he frowned, then brought your hand to his lips to kiss it. “But that doesn’t mean you can just act like a brat for Cass.”

“I know, but I just..” you looked to Cassian, guilt and sadness shining in your eyes. “You were so busy, and I know it’s not your fault that you have so much to do but I was sad and lonely, and it felt like you didn’t have any time for me. At least when I acted out you paid attention to me.”

Cassian’s face fell and he cupped your jaw as he kissed you slowly. “I am so sorry, sweet girl,” he whispered. He pressed his forehead to yours. “Next time Az has to go out of town I will make sure I have more time for you. I will tell Rhys to suck if I have to.” You both huffed a laugh. “You are the most important thing to me, and it breaks my heart that you felt that way. It will never happen again,” he vowed.

Azriel tucked rogue strands of hair behind your ear. “Feel better, angel?”

You sniffled as you nodded, tears pricking your eyes.

“Aw, don’t cry, love. What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I just love you both so much and I—I’m sorry for how I behaved. I just hate it when either of you leave and I might have to lock you in here to keep you to myself,” you blubbered. Both males chuckled, squeezing you tighter between them.

“We’re here now,” Cassian assured.

“And we’re not going anywhere any time soon, Rhys’ demands be damned. I think we’re due for a mate-cation,” Azriel joked.

You let out a shaky giggle, the sound thick with tears and uneven breaths. But the weight of them, their bodies, and their reassurances grounded you more than anything else.

Azriel pressed his lips to your hair, his thumb moving in a slow, steady pattern on your hip. “You’re okay, my love,” he murmured. “Just relax.”

Cassian’s grip tightened slightly. “We’ve got you.”

You let out a slow breath, feeling the tension finally start to drain from your body. The steady rhythm of their breathing surrounded you, their warmth and scents seeping into your skin.

And as you drifted toward sleep, nestled between them, you knew that you were loved. That despite your bratty-ness, they wouldn’t leave you. And that was the most comforting thought of all.

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[bell4lan]

hsjndjsndbdms i want to cream on neuvillette's hands so bad ngh

(transmasc reader pls)

The Host

Genre: Smut

DNI: NON MLM/NBLM, fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers, trans fetishizers

CW: fingering, cunnilingus, squirting, sex work ig?, readers a bit hard on themself, t-dick, pussy, folds, hole, and cunt used to describe privates, weed mentions but its not relevant, i dont think any pronouns are used but masculine terms are

Character(s)/Reader: Giving Neuvillette x Receiving Transmasc Reader

News of there being a newly opened Host Club spread across your small town like wildfire. It reached the ears of everyone, no matter what age or gender, in just a few days. The news excited all of the horny and lonely college students in the area, your school included, so it wasn't a surprise that it was a huge success. The booths were always full of people, mostly women, blushing and drooling over the handsome hosts. Honestly, you didn't understand why the place was so popular. The whole concept seemed so sad and desperate.

"There's no way that's true Venti."

"I swear it is! Kazuha confirmed so himself, and you know he never lies." The raven haired man reasoned.

It's been 5 months since the club opened, and a new rumor has been spreading around your campus. The club not being open to minors after 10 o'clock due to alcoholic beverages being served was a commonly known rule. But now it is said that after that time not only do the menus change, but also the services they provide. Apparently, these services are more mature than the original ones. However, getting these services weren't as easy as walking in and saying "I'd like this please." Instead you must tell your host you want a specific item that is not on the menu and pay $120 to receive a ticket. This ticket allows you not one, but three passes for these services. Meaning you can use it three separate times on any service/host you want. Pretty cheap for what's being offered, but that just makes it more unbelievable.

"Kazuha was probably high out of his mind. There's no way the host club is allowing you to pay to sleep with their hosts." A sigh left your lips as you flipped the page of your textbook. The fact that Venti actually believed something so bizarre irritated you. Venti was by no means dumb, but his insistence on it being true was starting to make you question if he was. A host club offering sexual services that go as far as penetrative sex was laughable. There was no way that was possible or even legal.

"Weed doesn't affect people that way and you know it. C'mon, at least visit with me to test it out!" Venti spun the cheap office chair you were sat in so you were facing him.

"No. I'm not going to waste my time on testing something that isn't true. Especially something like that." You glared at him before spinning the chair back to it's original position so you could focus on your studies.

"Maybe finally getting something like that would make you less uptight." Venti teased. Without thinking, you picked up a highlighter and threw it at him, making him giggle. Yes, you were a virgin. A virgin with no sexual experience at all. However, it was your choice to be one. Your studies were far more important than having sex, so you do not care to do it. Or at least you tell yourself that.

"Do you even know the phrase you're supposed to say?" You asked as you wrote down some notes. Not that you cared about the phrase. You wouldn't go with him when he decides to test it. You didn't want to.

"Of course! Kazuha told me. All you have to ask for is a glaze lily cake topped with extra sugar." Venti explained as he plopped onto his bed.

"I thought it'd be something more...sexy." You confessed. A glaze lily cake topped with extra sugar sounds too pretty to be a code for something sexual.

"If it was it wouldn't be a secret. I take your interest in the phrase as consideration for going?" He said smugly as he stared at his phone. It's probably best to stop lying and just admit you want to go, but craving something like that makes you feel like a desperate, horny loser. However, you couldn't keep lying to yourself and saying you don't want sex. This could finally be the chance to get the edge off a little. To feel something from someone else for a change. You can't even keep track of how many times you've touched yourself to the thought of being filled or eaten out just this quarter. A defeated sigh left your lips as you set down your highlighter and turned to face your friend.

"I'll go." You mumbled. Venti smirked and laughed as he got up from bed. He placed his hands on your face to cup your cheeks.

"My little (Name) is all grown up." He faked a sniffle as spoke, earning an eye roll from you. How dramatic.

"Yeah yeah whatever. When will we be going?" You pulled his hands off your face and spun back around to your desk.

"Tonight! So prepare yourself (Name)." He winked at you before heading to the bathroom and shutting the door. Fuck. Tonight? It was only 4pm thankfully, so you had a lot of time to get ready both physically and mentally. You highly doubted this will go like Venti hopes it will, but what if it really is true? Would you go through with it? Would you really let a host touch you? Eat you? Fuck you? The thought of someone's cock stretching your cunt made a shiver go down your spine. How big are the hosts? Would they use protection, or fuck you raw? Perhaps you can choose. Would you want to get fucked raw? Would they cum inside if you asked? They're supposed to satisfy a customers wishes, so maybe they will.

You definitely will not finish your studies while thinking like this. So you packed up your materials and layed on your bed, staring up at the ceiling. You were not prepared for tonight.

The Host Club looked different at night, almost like a nightclub. The regular tables and chairs were cleared so there was room to dance to the upbeat pop music that blared on the speakers. Booths remained, but barely anyone was seated at them. They were all too busy dancing or flirting with the hosts. The bar was no longer a place for juices, teas, and lemonade, but instead was for all sorts of alcoholic drinks. You had never seen the place so lively before. As you observed the room, you noticed Kazuha sitting at a booth talking to a host. You couldn't see much of what happened as they spoke, but the host was soon leading Kazuha to a different area of the club. Fuck.

"Welcome gentlemen to the host club. My name is Neuvillette, and i'll be your host for tonight. Is there anything I can get you two started with?" You weren't expecting the host to be so breathtaking. He was tall with the most stunning muted purple eyes. His hair was long and white with streaks of blue. The man's voice and movements were so beautifully graceful it made you stare at him on awe. How was such a gorgeous man working at a host club? He should he a model.

"And for you sweetheart?" His deep voice brought you out of your thoughts. Venti was giggling as you stuttered out what drink you wanted to the gorgeous man. Neuvillette nodded as he wrote down your order before walking away to get the drinks.

"You were practically drooling over him (Name)." Venti laughed out once Neuvillette was out of earshot. You didn't even try to defend yourself and just looked at the floor.

It wasn't long before Neuvillette was back with your drinks. You avoided looking at him and mumbled a thank you before he walked away. Venti giggled even more at this as he sipped his drink, making you glare at him. You silently sipped your drank and thought, 'Please don't let the ticket thing be real.'

Venti told you all about what people have been saying about this place as you drank. A lot of it sounded like total bullshit which made you laugh. Soon enough you both were finished with your drinks, and Neuvillette was coming back over to check on you guys.

"Is there anything else I can get you gentlemen? Perhaps some refills?" The man asked with his clasped together in front of him. Venti glanced at you, hinting that it was finally time for the test. You sighed and tried to relax as your friend prepared to order.

"We'd like a gazy lily cake topped with extra sugar please." Neuvillette nodded and glanced over at you, waiting for you to confirm that's what you wanted. You nodded shyly, and he pulled out two tickets from his front pocket.

"That'll be $240, $120 per ticket." He explained. Holy shit this was real. What the fuck. What the fuck. Your mind raced as you pulled out your wallet and hesitantly handed him the cash after Venti gave him his money.

"Follow me." Neuvillette said before leading the both of you to the area you saw Kazuha go to earlier. He opened the door and held it open for you two to go inside. Through the door was a hallway with a bunch of doors in it, most of them closed. If you listened carefully, you could hear silent moans and pleas through some of them. Neuvillette showed you both a list of hosts to choose from this evening, along with services they could provide. The list was absolutely filthy. It ranged from things as tame as blowjobs to BDSM level stuff.

You scanned through the list of services and handsome men, thinking carefully of what to choose from. In all honesty you wanted Neuvillette, but that is so embarrassing to admit to him. You were broken out of your thoughts as you saw Venti hand his list back to Neuvillette. He had already chosen? Fuck. A few minutes later a tall man with long brown hair came up to Neuvillette and spoke to him. You didn't realize it was Venti's host until he started to lead him to the room they'd be using. Venti gave you a wink before following the host to a room at the far end of the hallway. Shit you really had to choose now.

"Uh, sorry for taking so long. Um..i'd like this." You pointed to the service on the sheet since you were far too flustered to say it out loud.

"It's alright. And what host would you like?" You could feel your heart pick up speed as you gathered the courage to request him.

"U-Um, i'd like you please." You mumbled. Luckily Neuvillette heard you so you didn't have to repeat yourself. He smiled gently at you before holding out his hand.

"Follow me sweetheart." You grabbed onto his hand and walked with him until he lead you to an unoccupied room. He held open the door for you so you could enter before him. Once you did, he closed the door and locked it so no hosts thought it was free to use. The room was dimly lit with fake candles and lamps. It had a large red carpet at the end of the oddly comfortable looking bed. There was a black couch to the left of the room, and to the right there was a large closet filled with what you could only assume were toys. Of course there were other decorations and tables in the room, but they weren't that noticeable in comparison.

"How would you like this to start darling?" Neuvillette asked, his low voice sending a tingle throughout your body.

"Can we kiss? Oh, and you can call me (Name)." Neuvillette nodded and wrapped his arm around your waist, the other going up to your chin.

"You have a beautiful name sweetheart." He whispered before pressing his lips against yours. Your heart skipped a beat as he kissed you gently. His lips were soft against yours with a hint of sweetness, it was nice. Almost refreshing to taste such sweetness from someone's lips. It was clear he has done this many times before. The way his tongue and lips moved made it obvious that he knew exactly how to make someone weak with just a kiss.

Neuvillette lead you over to the bed, careful to not let you stumble. Gently, he laid you down on it as you kissed. Your breath hitched as you felt his knee press between your thighs.

'Holy shit. Am I about to lose my virginity to a guy I paid to sleep with? Does it count if he doesn't use his dick? God i'm so pathetic.' You couldn't help but overthink as things progressed. Your brain was still having trouble processing what was about to happen. Okay yeah, this may not be the ideal way to have your first sexual experience with someone, but you sure as well weren't stopping now. Not when a positively gorgeous man was feeling you up as he licked inside your mouth. Not when his hands ran under your shirt and lightly brushed the area just above your aching cunt. You needed this. You weren't going to stop.

Your self deprecating thoughts instantly vanished as you felt his soft hand dip under your boxers and his finger glide through your folds up to your t-dick. Apparently you were so deep in putting yourself down that you didn't notice he had unbuttoned your pants. Neuvillette pulled away from the kiss and hovered over you, his finger still teasing your pussy.

"You're so wet (Name). I'm sure you don't want to soak your underwear, is that right?" He asked, his tone soft as though you were his lover. You nodded in response and felt as he carefully tugged off your pants and underwear, leaving you bare. Your legs tried to close on instinct, but Neuvillette made sure to catch them and spread you open for him.

"I almost wish you had requested or- pardon me. That was not appropriate." A light blush spread onto the gorgeous mans face. He hadn't meant to say that out loud. Even though he cut himself off before he could finish, you knew what he was going to say. He wants to give you head.

"Um...is it too late to request it as well?" You looked off to the side as you spoke, not daring to look him in the eye.

"Well...typically yes, but there are some...exceptions allowed depending on what host you're with." His hands grabbed onto your thighs and spread your legs wide apart so he could get a better look at your glistening cunt. "Thankfully, I am one of them."

You didn't think the man could get any hotter, but god you were wrong. Neuvillette looked absolutely stunning between your legs. He had pushed his hair back so it wouldn't get in the way as he ate you, giving you a better look at his face. Well, the top half at least, since the bottom half was currently stuffed between your legs licking at your cunt. When he first started, a shiver went down his spine and he groaned as he tasted you. It made you wonder if he wanted you, wanted your pussy. If he wanted to stuff you full. Your back arched as he licked and sucked at your folds and t-dick, occasionally dipping his tongue into your hole and sucking on it.

It didn't take long to make you close to finishing. It was embarrassing how fast it took, but you'd be surprised if anyone could last longer than 10 minutes with Neuvillettes tongue on them. You moaned out broken sentences to warn him, and before you could cum he pulled away. You whined and bucked your hips, getting frustrated at the lack of stimulation.

"Patience handsome, you'll get to cum soon. God I knew you'd taste good. I apologize for how unprofessional i'm being. For some reason I can't hold myself back with you." Neuvillettes face was close to yours as he spoke. You could clearly see your slick all over his face. If you weren't drenched before, you certainly are now. You whined and turned to the side, pouting at him with your legs still spread. The man wiped his mouth with a towel from the nightstand, and smiled at how flustered and needy you were.

Thankfully you didn't have to whine or beg any longer before he started touching you again, his finger sliding into your hole with ease. You gasped lightly at how deep it reached. His fingers were thin, but fuck they were long. You moaned softly as he thrusted his finger and added another. If your brain wasn't complete mush right now, you'd be embarrassed at how easily his fingers slid into your pussy. You were so drenched, there has to be a big wet spot on the sheets by now.

A third finger slipped in after a few minutes and you were at your limit. Lewd squelching and moans filled the room as Neuvillette pumped his fingers into you, curling up into that spot with every thrust. The concept of shame had completely gone and left you whining and moaning as if you weren't technically in a public space, and spreading your legs as far as they could go. You wanted him to see how wet you were for him, how good you took his fingers. You begged for Neuvillette to go faster. His fingers began to practically ram into you. It was slightly painfully, but fuck was it good. It was exactly what you needed to cum.

You opened your eyes and stuttered out his name before squirting all over his fingers. He kept thrusting them as you came, drawing out your orgasm as long as he could. The room spun as you came down from your high. His fingers eventually stopped and stilled inside you. You felt as his other hand brushed some hair out of your face and cupped your cheek. You stared at him, unable to speak as you tried to catch your breath. Neuvillette smiled down at you as you recovered. He stayed by your side until you were okay. Carefully, he pulled out his fingers and grabbed a towel and a cold water bottle from a mini fridge you hadn't noticed.

"Are you alright sweetheart?" He asked softly as he ran his clean hand through your hair and wiped some cum and sweat off of you with the towel in the other. You nodded, because that's all you could do. You had just experienced the most mind blowing orgasm of your life. There were no words to explain just how much better than alright you were. You felt so satisfied, so relaxed.

30 minutes passed before you both felt comfortable enough to clean up and get dressed again. Your face was burning as the realization of what you had done set in. You don't regret it, but you did regret being such a needy slut just from fingering. You couldn't help yourself. You needed this more than you had thought.

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Omg...I....POSTED?!

Thank you guys for being so patient with me and apologies to the person who requested this in Oct 2023. Life has been rough but I'm trying to get back into writing since it is something I thoroughly enjoy. I cannot promise frequent posts, but I can promise that I am trying.

Thank you for reading! I'm a bit rusty since it's been a while. I hope you guys enjoy it. Apologies for any errors I didn't catch. :)

[bloomzone]

THE "LUCKY VICKY" MINDSET !

The Lucky Vicky Mindset or jang wonyoung mindset was created by Jang Wonyoung herself combining "lucky" with her English name "Vicky" (stand for Victory )to share her positive mindset that it's abt choosing a perspective that helps you move forward with confidence so this mindset is about understanding that your attitude shapes your experiences and that seeing yourself as "lucky" isn’t about chance but about the way you navigate challenges, setbacks n success.cuz It’s easy to feel overwhelmed when things don’t go as planned. Whether it’s struggling in school, facing criticism, or dealing with self-doubt, the natural reaction is often frustration or discouragement. But if u shift by thinking like : What if, instead of seeing obstacles as signs of failure, you saw them as redirections toward something better?

This mindset isn’t about ignoring problems it’s about handling them with clarity and resilience. "So how do you develop it?" u need to :

ஐ - 𝟷. ʀᴇғʀᴀᴍɪɴɢ sᴇᴛʙᴀᴄᴋs

There will always be moments when things don’t go your way. Maybe you didn’t get the opportunity you wanted, maybe people misunderstand you, or maybe you feel like progress is slow. The lucky vicky Mindset teaches us that nothing is truly working against us—it’s just working differently than we expected.A well-known example what wonnie said "This happened during a tour when I visited Spain. At that time, I waited a long time at a famous bakery, but all the bread in front of me was sold out. They told me that if I waited a little longer, fresh bread would come out. I thought, ‘That’s Lucky Vicky,’ because I could eat freshly made bread. I shared that story with my fans, and from then on, ‘Lucky Vicky’ spread instantly and became a popular meme.” It’s a small moment, but it reflects a powerful way of thinking it mean that Instead of focusing on what didn’t happen, focus on what’s still possible.This applies to bigger situations too. Didn’t get the result you wanted? It’s a chance to adjust your approach. Lost an opportunity? Maybe it wasn’t the right one, and something better is coming. Feeling stuck? That means growth is happening, even if you can’t see it yet.The way you choose to interpret setbacks determines whether they drain you or empower you.

ஐ - 𝟸. ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

Wonyoung is often criticized online, but her response to negativity is simple: “No problem, I don’t care. You are you, and I am me.” This isn’t about arrogance or something but it’s about understanding that not everything requires your energy.If you spend too much time thinking about what others say, replaying negative moments, or trying to justify yourself, you lose focus on what actually matters. Some opinions do not need to be addressed. Some people are not worth your time.That doesn’t mean ignoring constructive feedback, but it does mean choosing where you place your attention. The Lucky Vicky Mindset is about knowing when to engage and when to walk away because your energy is too valuable to be wasted on things that don’t help you grow.Jang Wonyoung also said in a show interview : "I believe there is energy in thoughts and words. When I got anxious and negative thoughts, I tried to correct them positively. In the end, there was no wrong path even if I looked at where I am now,"

ஐ - 𝟹. ғᴏᴄᴜs ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇss

Comparison is one of the biggest traps in personal growth. Social media makes it easy to see others succeeding and wonder why you’re not at their level. But the truth is, no one’s journey looks the same and no one has it all figured out.Wonyoung has been in the spotlight since she was a teenager, constantly compared to others, yet she stays focused on her own path.

🗝️:You don’t need to be ahead of anyone else you just need to be ahead of where you were yesterday.

Instead of thinking:

"Why am I not as successful as them?"

Try:

"What small step can I take today to improve?"

Your timeline is your own. Trust that your progress is happening at the right pace for you.

ஐ - 𝟺. ᴄᴏɴғɪᴅᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

A lot of people wait to feel "ready" before taking action. They think confidence comes when they finally have everything figured out. But in reality, confidence grows through experience, not through waiting.Wonyoung didn’t become poised and self-assured overnight. She gained confidence by stepping into situations that challenged her. The only way to become good at something is to do it, even when it’s uncomfortable.So, whether it’s speaking up more, taking on new challenges, or stepping outside your comfort zone, start before you feel fully prepared. Confidence isn’t about never making mistakes but it’s about knowing that mistakes won’t break u

ஐ - 𝟻. ᴛʜᴇ ɢʟᴀss ɪs ʜᴀʟғ ғᴜʟʟ

I want to add something about positive and negative thinking for the setback part

People often say, "The glass is half full" to mean optimism and "The glass is half empty" to mean pessimism. The Lucky Vicky Mindset takes it a step further.

wony once said, “I was about to drink water after practice, and just about half a cup was left. I had hoped for just about half because it would be too much to drink all of it and not enough if it was too little. I am totally a ‘Lucky Vicky!’”

That it’s about seeing things as aligned for you. It’s not about forcing happiness or pretending everything is perfect. It’s about trusting that what’s in front of you is just right cuz The way you interpret situations shapes your reality so this way of thinking removes the pressure to categorize things as "good" or "bad." It allows you to move with life instead of resisting it. When you start seeing every outcome as something that fits into your journey, you naturally feel more at peace, less anxious, and more confident that things are unfolding the way they should.

So instead of asking, “Is my glass half full or half empty?” try thinking, “Maybe this is exactly the amount I was meant to have.”

@bloomzone

This mindset allows you to be present, grateful, and naturally attract opportunities. When you believe that life is working with u, rather than against you, everything starts to feel like a lucky break even the things you didn’t expect.i hope y'all like this blog and thank you for the love and support ! have a lucky Vicky day 🍀

[a-very-tired-jew]

Oh, that explains why I'm getting hate today. STA made a post about me. They must be really upset that a forensic scientist posting reasonable and measured takes, explaining how forensic science works, using their experience as a colloquially known "death expert" to debunk things, calling out propaganda, calling out antisemitism, and using their years of experience as a professor and scientist to address misinformation is undermining their entire grift.

But that's STA's MO. They have to lie about the content of a blog they don't like to villainize it. Especially if that blog isn't a massive vitriolic cesspit that instead offers nuanced takes and doesn't take radical accelerationist positions that are supported by appeals to emotion. For STA, if you come back to my blog, remember how you pretended to be an Israeli then got caught using a bad translator that used niqqud and put out stuff that modern Hebrew speakers said was wrong? Remember how you then retconned your backstory to being an Israeli-ex pat who moved to CT because of the war? Which still didn't explain why you couldn't actually write Hebrew like someone who grew up in Israel? So you then retconned again to someone whose family moved when they were a teen to CT? And that another retcon still didn't explain how you failed at faking speaking Hebrew so badly? Then when people checked with the CT communities and no one could verify an Israeli ex-pat family according to your backstory you retconned to just being "ethnically Jewish"?

Remember how you pretended to be a "Zionist" but were just pushing stereotypical Kahanist rhetoric to try and get Zionists to agree with you, and when jumblr called you out you then became a raging antisemite and got your original blog deactivated by staff? You remember that, right?

I guess your grift is going well since you're sending people my way, but I'm loving that they have to make throwaways to send me hate. Have fun with that.

And for anyone coming to my blog to spread said hate and attack me, a big red warning sign that an account is not run by an actual Jew is if they call other Jews they disagree with Nazis. We have words for that kind of person, Nazi is not one of them because the core of Nazism requires antisemitism. Only a Jew-faker who has a history of Jew faking and got their original blog nuked by staff would call a Jew a Nazi.

Notice how they don't call out Christian Zionists and focus solely on calling Jews the "real" Nazis? Yeah...that should be your first and only moment to realize stoptheantisemitism isn't who or what they say they are.

Unfortunately I know none of this will be accepted by their fan base and that respective circle of antisemites. But hey, one can hope. Right?

(Also, for clarity; the receipts are out there but the original blog that had them deactivated for personal reasons. Some of them are easily found whereas others are not. We, meaning jumblr, didn't screenshot and catalogue everything during their initial blog because we didn't think that the grift would be this bad. Personally, I yell at myself for not following proper forensic practice and take screenshots for evidence sake. I hate using personal experiences as anecdotal evidence, but that's where we are at. We're in a they said/they said situation. Which is why this is still going on)

[tempestandwhirlwinds]

SPOILERS FOR SUNRISE ON THE REAPING (long post)

One major thing that surprised me about this book was how involved and active the rebels were in Haymitch's games. They clearly weren't incredibly organized yet, but they had plenty of smart people in their numbers (Beetee, Mags, Plutarch, etc) who were bold enough to try interfering directly with the Hunger Games arena. But despite all this, the sparks from the rebellion never caught fire (despite Haymitch's token), even though Haymitch and his allies did WAY more outright rebellious things in his game then Katniss did in hers (blowing up the arena, killing gamekeepers). So why didn't the rebellion start with him, and why wasn't he the "mockingjay"?

Here are my theories as to why in no particular order:

1. Haymitch betrayed his rebel spirit to Snow BEFORE the games started (making Snow 'claim' Louelle's death after the parade) which made him a clear and obvious target for Snow to focus on.

2. Once Snow started paying attention to Haymitch, he clearly saw some similarities between Haymitch's relationship with Lenore Dove and his own with Lucy Gray (that whole conversation they had at the Heavensbee manor). We know now for sure that Snow was haunted by Lucy Gray throughout the rest of his life (💅), and any reference to his lost "love" who betrayed him makes him a bit trigger happy, to say the least. Which means that-

3. Snow clearly paid VERY close attention to what was happening in the arena, to make sure he could punish Haymitch for any rebellious actions or censor them from the footage. This is the critical piece here. Snow knew the power of televised rebellion (the stunt with the Panem flag covering the corpses as a way to hold the Capitol accountable in Lucy Gray's games was a big one), and Haymitch had already demonstrated a similar sentiment in the parade. Because of this, it's clear to see that he had an EXTREMELY heavy hand in the games - he sent the (poisoned?) milk directly to Haymitch, and he heavily censored and manipulated the footage to remove any traces of deliberate rebellion and district solidarity, changing the narrative of Haymitch's games completely.

4. Because Snow was able to prevent the Capitol and the Districts from seeing the rebellious acts (or doctoring a propaganda film of the games that erases ppls memories of the actual events), Snow was able to neutralize Haymitch and the rebellion before it could spread past the arena. And his brutal punishment of Haymitch after the games only served to guarantee that Haymitch wouldn't step out of line again, removing the possibility of Haymitch being the face of the rebellion after Snow has taught him what will happen to those Haymitch cares about.

This led me to the next question: how was Katniss able to spark the rebellion and become the "mockingjay"?

Here are my thoughts:

1. Snow was clearly past his prime by the 74/75 Hunger Games, relying on his reputation of fear and control to keep people in line instead of continuously poisoning people outright. This may be because his body can't handle the poison as much anymore, or because he's slowly dying, but the scene we see in SOTR with Snow vomiting poison (and being unbothered by Haymitch witnessing it), combined with the fact that we don't see Snow as anything less than perfectly presentable in the Trilogy, shows how his older self is reaping the reward of fear and control that his younger self set the pave stones for with all the poisoning. By the time Katniss' games come around, he's like a lazy CEO who has everyone else and his reputation doing the work for him. He only starts picking up the slack once egregious mistakes start being made and his position at the Capitol becomes less stable with the rise of the Rebellion. Crucially, he was less involved in Katniss' games than he was in Haymitchs.

2. Katniss clearly wasn't trying to be a rebel in either of her games, unlike Haymitch, and Katniss and Snow were so similar (survivor's at heart) that Snow wasn't worried about rebellion from her at all. He wouldn't have liked her winning, obviously (Lucy Gray the icon that you are) and he would've been sneering over the star-crossed lovers angle, as he's absolutely certain that self-preservation will always prevail over love. After all, that's the same dilemma that happened between him and Lucy Gray, and they both chose self-preservation over each other!

3. I would bet money that Snow was fairly hands off during the 74th Hunger games, with the exception of the two-victors-from-the-same-district rule. Knowing what we know now about how Snow handled Haymitch and Lenore Dove, he would've been itching for a recreation of "killing the one you love" situation between Katniss and Peeta, the same way that it happened between him and Lucy Gray and Haymitch and Lenore Dove. He didn't believe that Katniss and Peeta were in love, but he also very sincerely believed the foundations of love crumple to nothing when someone's life is on the line - and he had to believe that, bc that would mean that he killed(?) Lucy Gray for no reason at all.

4. When Katniss teamed up with Rue, their alliance was so clearly different from the careers' in a way that was dangerous for the Capitol - it showed genuine comradery between districts. With the Careers alliances, there's no threat because they all turn at each other at the end (furthering the 'Disticts are subhuman/animal/inferior' perception with the Capitol), but Katniss very visibly treated Prim like a sister. Katniss showed that the Districts were family. This portrayal could not be allowed to continue. This was the first spark to the fire.

5. When Rue was killed, the cameras almost certainly lingered on her so they could capture her dismissively walking away from the body (because everyone is out for themselves, after all) but instead, they capture Katniss grieving and giving Rue a clear funeral in the only way she can - transforming Rue from a number and a bet into a dead girl and a child to be mourned. This is the clear moment that sparks the rebellion and keeps it aflame. Snow clearly didn't expect Katniss to do this, and was unable to avert the cameras in time. The rebellion is past the arena now.

6. This, I believe, is the moment where Snow tried to punish her and work some damage control. He implemented the 2 Victors rule as a bait and switch, to prove to himself and the Districts that even if Katniss will care and protect someone else, she will still choose herself, even if it means that she has to kill someone from her district. This, obviously, would make her a pariah back at home (tributes from the same district killing each other was confirmed to be social suicide in the first HG book) and squash out the face of the rebellion before it could spread.

7. But, of course, Katniss didn't do this and stepped out of the rules of his little "checkmate" entirely, which left Snow in a VERY sticky situation. Either they both died (showing the Districts that the Games are truly just a fancy way to murder their children, without the fame of the victor to distract from it) or they both lived (showing that 2 teenagers are able to hold power over the Capitol itself). Either way, the Capitol doesn't look good and, most importantly, it proves Snow wrong about his perception of humanity. Some people do choose love over survival - even the most brutal of survivalists like Katniss - and that is just too much for Snow to handle. No wonder he's obsessed with Katniss for the rest of the Trilogy, desperate to prove himself right after sixty plus years of the blood on his hands justifying his belief in people being inherently violent and selfish.

TLDR/In conclusion? Haymitch had a little too much boldness and a little too much bad luck, while Katniss had an overwhelming amount of love and loyalty within her, decades of people consoldiating for rebellion behind her, and just enough luck to truly spark the flame of rebellion and keep it lit until it burned the Capitol to the ground. Suzanne Collin's entire story focuses on strength of the power of the many, but how even then, there still needs to be a person to rally behind. This person, this symbol of resistance, can never be the person you want, only the person you need. You just gotta hope the stars align enough to make that person step forward and lead us to victory.

Suzanne Collins, the author that you are.

[cumironi]

HYPOTHETICALLY, UPS?... : GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU

you chuckle softly, your eyes twinkling with playful mischief. “hypothetically, you should propose to me properly,” you tease, enjoying the light-heartedness of the moment.

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you wake up groggily, the dim light of the moon casting a faint glow through the curtains. instinctively, you reach out to either side, expecting to feel the warm presence of your boyfriends, but all you find is cold sheets. the emptiness is unsettling, and a sense of unease creeps in as you realize they haven’t been in bed for a while.

sitting up, you rub your eyes, trying to shake off the drowsiness. you glance at the clock on the nightstand—2 a.m. your heart races a little faster as you wonder where they could be at this hour. you toss the blanket aside, the chill of the room biting at your skin as you slide out of bed.

you step out of the bedroom, rubbing your eyes, and follow the faint glow coming from the living room. as you quietly approach, you see them both sitting on the floor, the soft light of the laptop casting shadows across their faces. paperwork is spread out across the coffee table, and they’re deeply engrossed in their work, brows furrowed in concentration.

for a moment, you just stand there, watching them—gojo’s usually carefree expression is serious, his blue eyes focused intently on the screen, while geto’s calm demeanor hides a subtle tension as he scribbles notes on a document.

you smile softly, admiring their dedication, but the late hour makes you worry. taking a few steps closer, you break the silence with a gentle, drowsy, “baby, why are you two still awake?”

they both look up, startled by your voice, their focused expressions softening when they see you. “oh, did we wake you?” gojo asks, his tone apologetic as he leans back, running a hand through his hair.

geto, always the quieter one, glances up from the laptop screen and reaches a hand out to you, gesturing for you to come closer. his tired eyes study your sleepy form as you walk over to him.

“sorry, baby,” he murmurs, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you down onto his lap. “we didn't mean to wake you.” gojo, always the more animated one, lets out a soft sigh. the flicker of the laptop screen reflects in his eyes as he looks at you, “yeah, we're just... caught up in some work stuff.”

“no, you didn't wake me up,” you assure as you settle onto geto's lap, his arms wrap around your stomach, holding you close. the warmth of his touch brings comfort to your grogginess, and you lean back against his chest, savoring his presence.

gojo watches the two of you with a slightly envious expression before he shakes it off, returning his focus to the laptop. “it's just some last-minute paperwork we've been putting off.” geto shifts beneath you, adjusting his position to make you more comfortable, his hand tracing absentminded patterns along your side.

“why don’t you wake me up?” you mumble sleepily, your voice barely above a whisper as you open your eyes and glance around the coffee table. your eyes land on the collection of empty coffee mugs scattered across the table and the floor. a sigh escapes you as you shake your head. “i could’ve made you some tea… you know i told you not to drink too much coffee, it’s not good for you.”

gojo chuckles softly, the sound filling the room. “and risk disturbing your beauty sleep? not a chance.” geto's thumb pauses its gentle rubbing on your hip, and he lets out a soft sigh. “we didn't want to bother you. we knew you had a long day.” gojo hums in agreement as he continues typing on the laptop, “yeah, and you looked so peaceful. besides, we needed the caffeine to finish this paperwork.”

their words reach you through the haze of sleep, but you’re too tired to protest much. instead, you slowly fold your legs up, curling into a smaller ball on geto’s lap, your cheek resting against your knee. “but i don’t mind,” you mumble, your eyes slipping shut as you speak. “i want to take care of you too…” your voice trails off, fading into a whisper as the exhaustion finally overtakes you.

gojo glances at you, noticing the way your eyes close and your body relaxes against geto. a small smile forms on his lips, and he lets out a sigh.

“she's falling back asleep.”

geto's arms instinctively tighten around you, holding you close against him. he can't help but let out a soft chuckle as he watches you. “she's always looking out for us, even when she's half-asleep.”

as you surrender to your drowsiness, your body slumps against your legs, curled up and barely unconscious on geto's lap. both their gazes soften as they take in your sleepy form. gojo looks up from the laptop, a tender expression on his face, while suguru gently brushes back a strand of hair from your forehead.

“look at you, princess,“ gojo coos, his voice is soft and tender. “you're too damn cute,” gojo murmurs, his voice filled with affection. he reaches out, gently caressing your cheek with his thumb. geto presses a soft kiss to your temple, gently stroking your arm. “look at her. she wants to take care of us so badly but can't even fight her sleepiness,” geto softly murmured.

as gojo and geto watch you sleep with their affectionate gazes, they can't help but admire your determination to look out for them, even when you're dead tired.

gojo can't resist whispering another compliment, a fond smile on his face. “yeah, she's always trying to take care of us, even when she's half-gone.” geto's hand gently runs through your hair, his touch gentle as he speaks. “it's endearing, really. she's so stubborn, even when her body's begging for rest.”

suddenly, as if their words stirred something in you, your eyes flutter open. “i’m up, i’m up,” you mumble, blinking rapidly as you try to shake off the fog of sleep. your voice is still thick with drowsiness, and for a moment, you struggle to fully grasp where you are, your thoughts hazy.

both gojo and geto can't help but chuckle at your sleepy state. they know you're still half-asleep, but you're trying so hard to stay awake. gojo reaches out and pats your head gently, his fingers combing through your hair. “hey there, sleepyhead. you don't have to force yourself, you know.”

geto's arm around you tightens, pulling you even closer against his chest, “yeah, it's late. you should be getting your rest.”

despite their words, you shake your head stubbornly, eyes barely open as you mumble, “no, i’m not sleepy.” your voice is weak, and it’s clear to them—and probably even to you—that you’re fighting a losing battle against sleep.

geto can’t help but smile at your determination, his hand resuming its gentle stroking through your hair. “is that so?” he asks softly, the tenderness in his voice is unmistakable. “yeah,” you insist, though it comes out more as a sleepy mumble, your head already starting to droop again. you are looking at them with your eyes wide open, trying not to let them close this time.

both geto and gojo exchange an amused glance, aware of your losing battle with sleep but entertained by your stubbornness. giggling, gojo gently pokes your cheek. “you're so cute trying to stay awake, princess.” geto chuckles and his hand continues to gently comb through your hair, his touch soothing. “yeah, you're about as convincing as a koala right now. there's no way you're not tired.”

despite their teasing, you muster enough energy to push yourself up from geto’s lap. your movements are slow and deliberate as you head towards the kitchen. “i’m going to make you some tea, okay?” you say, your voice still thick with sleep but carrying a hint of determination.

suguru watches you with a mixture of affection and concern. “love, you don’t have to do that,” he calls after you, but there’s a soft smile on his face.

gojo props his elbows on the coffee table and sighs as he watches you shuffle towards the kitchen behind them. his eyes are full of affection and mild concern for your determination to stay awake and make them some tea.

“what are we going to do with her?” gojo asks, turning his gaze to geto, a hint of amusement in his voice. “she can barely stand, but she's hell-bent on making us tea.”

you’re so focused on preparing the tea that you don’t catch their exchange. you turn on the stove to boil water, moving with a sleepy but purposeful efficiency. you pull out their favorite tea blends, carefully measuring and preparing them according to their preferences. geto with his chamomile tea and gojo with his green tea.

as you work, your movements are slow but deliberate, and you manage a small, sleepy smile as you think of how pleased they’ll be with the tea. despite their earlier concerns, you’re determined to show them your appreciation in your own way.

as you diligently prepare the tea, gojo and geto watch you intently, their eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and concern. they've always found you endearing when you're sleepy, but they also worry about your well-being. “she's so stubborn,” gojo mumbles, shaking his head. “look at her, still trying to make us tea even though she's half-asleep.”

geto chuckles softly, a fond smile on his face. “yeah, she's always determined to take care of us, even when she's exhausted.”

once everything is ready, you return to the living room with the tea, your eyes heavy with sleep but a satisfied look on your face. you hand the cups to gojo and geto. “here you go,” you say, your voice a bit tired but filled with love. “i made your favorites.”

gojo and geto receive their cups with a mixture of gratitude and affection. their eyes light up as they take in the familiar aroma of their favorite tea. sipping the hot liquid, they exchange a look, silently appreciating your thoughtfulness despite your sleep-deprived state.

“thank you, love,” gojo coos, his words soft and sincere. geto adds with a smile, “you didn't have to go through all this trouble. you should be resting, not making tea.”

you respond by gently ignoring their concerns, your focus entirely on taking care of them. you head back to the kitchen, determined to follow through on your plan. when you return, you’re carrying a selection of snacks and sweets, specifically chosen for gojo to give his brain a much-needed boost.

“here, baby,” you say softly as you set the treats down in front of him. “i brought you some sweets. your brain must be tired from overwork.” you lightly touch his head, a tender gesture filled with care.

turning to geto, you offer him his favorite snack with a warm smile. “i also brought you your favorite snack. you must be hungry doing all this work.” you caress his cheek gently, your touch soothing and affectionate.

gojo's eyes widen with surprise and a hint of pride at your thoughtfulness. knowing how you're always looking out for their well-being, he can't help but smile affectionately. “you're too good to me. thanks, princess,” he murmurs, patting your hand gently.

geto glances up at you, his heart swelling with tenderness as you present him with his favorite snack. the simple act of you taking the time to prepare something just for him sends a wave of warmth through his chest. “thank you, sweetheart,” he says affectionately, his voice filled with gratitude.

as you settle down on the floor, taking a seat between them, both men can't resist the urge to touch you. gojo drapes his arm around your shoulder, pulls you closer against his chest. his hand gently strokes your hair, his touch a soothing and affectionate gesture. geto, on the other hand, reaches out, his hand finding its place on your thigh. his grip is gentle but firm, his thumb tracing small circles on your skin, a subtle show of possessiveness.

gojo looks at you, his eyes filled with adoration and a hint of mischief. he can't help but tease, “how did we get so lucky to have someone like you who's so attentive?” geto chuckles quietly, a soft smile on his face as he gazes at you. “yeah, we must have done something right to deserve you.”

you can't help but grin sheepishly as gojo pokes fun, the exhaustion evident on your face a stark contrast to the twinkle in your eyes. “or maybe i'm just a sucker for two handsome men,” you reply with a tired shrug, leaning into gojo's embrace. geto laughs softly at your response, his hand continuing its gentle tracing on your thigh. he shakes his head slightly, the fondness in his eyes evident.

gojo's arm tightens around you as you lean against him, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. his fingers tangle idly in your hair, the simple touch seemingly soothing to him as much as it is to you. “you're adorable, babe,” he teases, gently poking your cheek. “but we're the ones who really landed the jackpot here.” geto, ever the softer one, leans in to press a kiss to your temple. “you're too good to us,” he murmurs, the admiration in his voice unmistakable.

you let out a contented sigh, feeling the warmth of their affection. “if you need anything,” you say, your voice is still carrying a hint of sleepiness, “just tell me. i’ve still got some tea left if you want more.”

gojo's hand stops messing with your hair for a moment, and he glances down at you with a small smile. “you're too sweet, princess. but you should be the one resting, not us.” geto, never one to deny your care, chimes in with a nod. “he's right, baby. we appreciate it, but you need your beauty sleep more than we need more tea.”

you pout slightly, feeling a mix of frustration and affection. “why do you always won’t let me take care of you?” you ask, your voice carrying a hint of playful exasperation.

both men chuckle at your pout, unable to resist the cute, sleepy expression on your face. gojo pokes your cheek with a finger, a teasing smile on his lips. “oh, we do like it when you take care of us, princess. but we also want to take care of you, you know. but because it's our job to take care of you, princess, not the other way around.”

geto's hand on your thigh gives a gentle squeeze, his tone soft and affectionate. “you're always looking out for us. sometimes we just want to return the favor.” you look at gojo with a slightly wrinkled forehead, your eyes showing a mix of stubbornness and affection. “no, it’s a two-way street. we’re taking care of each other. doesn’t matter if i’m sleepy or not,” you insist, your voice firm but filled with warmth.

both men can't help but smile at your determination, finding your stubbornness endearing even in your sleepy state. gojo's finger pokes your forehead lightly, but his gaze is affectionate. “you really are too stubborn for your own good, princess.” geto's hand tightens slightly on your thigh, a silent display of affection. “we know it's a two-way street, but we also know you're tired. we can't help but worry about you when you're like this.”

you look up at them with pleading eyes, your voice taking on a softer tone. “please?” you ask, your gaze is earnest. “do i have to beg just because i want to take care of my boyfriends?”

gojo and geto exchange a look, their resolve weakening at your pleading eyes. neither can resist when you give them that look, knowing full well that you're pulling at their heartstrings. gojo lets out a dramatic sigh, his shoulders sagging. “ah, you know we can't say no when you look at us like that. alright, alright. we'll let you take care of us, princess.” geto chuckles, his expression fond. “you don't have to beg, sweetheart. we were just worried about you.”

you respond with a playful smirk, “well, maybe if you two just let me take care of you instead of worrying too much and trying to get me to sleep, your work might be almost done by now and we can go to sleep much faster.”

both men look at you with a mixture of amusement and affection. they know you have a point, but neither can resist the urge to tease you. gojo shakes his head, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “oh, so now you're telling us how to do our job, huh?” geto chuckles quietly, his hand gently squeezing your thigh again, “are you trying to boss us around, princess?”

you laugh a little, maintaining your bossy expression. “damn right i am,” you reply with a playful wink. “now go back to work, you peasants.”

both men can't help but chuckle at your feisty response, finding it endearing even as you try to act in charge. gojo pretends to pout, throwing one arm over his eyes in an exaggerated display of mock despair. “ah, how could you be so cruel, princess? treating us like lowly peasants.” geto can't resist joining in, feigning a melodramatic sigh. “oh, the injustice of it all. we're simply trying to look out for you, and here you are, commanding us like servants.”

despite their theatrics, both men are obviously amused by your playful banter. they know you're just being cheeky, and they can't help but find it endearing. gojo lowers his hand just enough to peer at you through his fingers, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. he speaks in a mock-whine, his voice exaggerated, “please, princess. have mercy. we'll do whatever you say, just spare us from your wrath.”

geto mirrors gojo's expression, his hand leaving your thigh to dramatically clutch his heart. he joins in the playful theatrics, his voice equally melodramatic. “we're but humble serfs in your presence,” he says, his eyes filled with mock pleading, “we beg you, princess, to be merciful and spare us the agony of your commands.”

gojo's lips twitch in amusement at geto's exaggerated plea. he leans in closer to you, his arm still draped over his eyes. “yeah, what he said. we'll do anything, just don't make us do any more work.”

geto chimes in next to you, his expression softening as he looks at you. “we'll bend to your every whim, just don't work yourself to exhaustion trying to take care of us.” you raise an eyebrow, a playful smirk on your lips. “oh, really? well, if you’re going to be so accommodating, i might just have to start making some demands,” you tease, your tone sassy.

you lean in closer, giving them a mischievous grin. “first order of business: take a break and let me take care of you both properly. no more excuses.”

both men share an amused glance, their expressions equal parts playful and fond. they exchange a silent look, wordlessly agreeing to give in to your demands. gojo dramatically sighs, removing his arm from his eyes to look at you with mock resignation. “ah, you drive a hard bargain, princess. but if it's your command, who are we to resist.” geto chuckles softly, his hand once again resting on your thigh. “looks like you've got us whipped, sweetheart.”

gojo flops back against the couch cushions with exaggerated exhaustion. “so what's your plan, then? gonna give us a foot massage or something?” geto settles back into the couch, his arm still around you. he plays along, feigning a pitiful expression. “yeah, we're worn out from all the hard work. we could use some pampering from a pretty lady like you.”

you roll your eyes, a playful smirk on your lips. “please, you're not fooling anyone with that act. i know you both just want to keep me awake so you can enjoy me being clingy. but fine, i'll play along. foot massage it is.” you get to your feet and position yourself in front of them, a mock-authoritative look on your face as you gesture for them to present their feet.

gojo let's out a dramatic groan as if the thought of a foot massage was physically painful, but his eyes are glittering with amusement. “oh, my poor aching feet. how will i ever survive such torture?” geto can't help but grin at your authoritative demeanor, his eyes flicking between you and gojo. he plays along, pretending to be reluctant as he lifts his foot, placing it on your lap. “oh, how awful. i guess we have no choice but to submit to your foot massage torment.”

as you start the foot massage, gojo pretends to wince and moan as if you're inflicting terrible pain on his feet. “oh, the agony! i can't handle this torture any longer!” next to him, geto struggles to hold back laughter as he pretends to suffer through the ‘torment’. he puts on his best pained expression, wincing and groaning exaggeratedly. “oh, princess, you're going to break us with this painful pampering! we can't handle it!”

you struggle to keep a straight face as both men act like overgrown toddlers, pretending to suffer through the mild discomfort of a foot massage. gojo continues to exaggerately moan and groan, his head thrown back against the couch cushions. “oh, the horror! you're truly a devil in disguise, princess!”

geto, never one to be outdone, joins in, his expression filled with mock suffering as he pretends to wriggle in pain. “oh, how cruel you are! making us endure such torturous pampering!” you try to stifle your laughter, struggling to keep a straight face as both men exaggerate their discomfort with playful theatrics. their dramatic reactions only make it harder for you to stay serious.

“oh, the poor things,” you say with a mock sympathetic tone, barely able to hold back your laughter. “i guess you’re just too delicate for a little pampering. i’ll try to be more merciful next time.” you continue the foot massage with a grin, clearly enjoying their playful responses and the way they’re letting their guard down for your amusement.

both men can't help but break character as you respond with playful sarcasm, their over-the-top expressions breaking into wide grins. gojo's dramatic moans become chuckles as he looks at you, his eyes filled with amusement. “oh, dear, how could you be so harsh with us?” geto's exaggerated winces transform into a smile as he laughs, clearly enjoying the banter. “yeah, we're clearly too delicate for your ruthless pampering. we plead for mercy, princess.”

you burst into laughter, unable to contain your amusement as both men break character and their exaggerated expressions turn into genuine smiles. “oh, really?” you tease, still laughing. “you two are such drama queens! i guess i’ll have to rethink my strategy for torturing you with my pampering.” you give them a playful wink, clearly enjoying the light-hearted moment and the way they’re embracing the fun.

gojo lets out a mock gasp, feigning offense at your playful accusation. “drama queens? us? we are the epitome of dignity and composure.” geto nods in agreement, unable to hold back his own laughter. “yeah, how dare you imply we're anything but the epitome of stoicism and seriousness.” but their attempts to keep up the act are undermined by the grins on their faces, their eyes filled with mirth. it's clear they're enjoying every second of your playful banter.

you snort, clearly amused by their exaggerated attempts at maintaining their act. “oh, of course, the epitome of dignity and composure,” you say with a teasing tone, rolling your eyes playfully. “i’ll be sure to remember that next time.” you continue the foot massage, your grin widening as you enjoy the banter and their clear enjoyment of the playful exchange.

gojo pretends to straighten his non-existent tie, putting on his most serious expression. “that's right, we are the very picture of gravitas and seriousness.” geto adds, feigning a dignified nod. “indeed, we carry ourselves with the utmost dignity and composure at all times.”

as you continue the foot massage, both men struggle to maintain their serious faces, their eyes sparkling with mirth. it's clear they're loving every second of the banter, their laughter bubbling just beneath the surface. you raise an eyebrow, your lips curling into a playful smirk. “yeah?” you ask, your tone teasing.

before they can react further, you give a dramatic pause and then pull at the hair on their legs, eliciting the most exaggerated, girly screams of hurt from both men.

both gojo and geto's acting falls apart entirely at your unexpected action, their fake serious expressions giving way to surprised squeals as you yank the hair on their legs.

gojo lets out a high-pitched gasp of pain, his hand clutching his leg as if you've inflicted a terrible injury. “OWW! WHAT THE HELL, PRINCESS?” geto's reaction is equally dramatic, his voice reaching a pitch he didn't know he could reach. “AAHH! OUCH! THAT HURTS!”

you burst into laughter at their over-the-top reactions, the sound of their surprised squeals and dramatic exclamations only making your amusement grow. “wow, you two really can’t handle a little hair tug, huh?” you tease, still laughing. “i didn’t think you’d react like that. maybe i should’ve been gentler!” you continue to chuckle, clearly enjoying the playful chaos and the way they’re both struggling to regain their composure.

both men glare at you, their expressions a mix of exaggerated pain and mock outrage. gojo grumbles dramatically, his hand still gripping his leg as if in agony. “that was not a 'little hair tug' that was a brutal assault on my very being. you're heartless, princess.” geto nods in agreement, his voice filled with feigned hurt. “yeah, you could've warned us! we're sensitive, you know. a little gentleness would be appreciated.”

you continue to chuckle, unable to keep a straight face as both men maintain their mockingly hurt expressions. the sight of them pretending to be fragile and delicate is nothing short of hilarious. “oh, come on, you big babies," you tease, your grin widening. "that was hardly a brutal assault. a little hair tug shouldn't have you both acting like i just ripped out a limb."

both men continue to pout, feigning hurt feelings as they pretend to wince in pain. gojo shakes his head dramatically, his tone overly dramatic. “oh, princess, you clearly underestimate the sensitivity of our delicate skin. that tug will leave emotional scars that may never heal.”

geto joins in, his voice filled with mock horror, “yeah, we'll forever carry the trauma of your reckless tug. we may never be the same again.” you can't help but laugh, their theatrical dramatics only adding to the amusement. “oh, please,” you say, still chuckling. “do you two need me to fetch some tissues for your nonexistent tears? or should i call in a group therapy session for the hair trauma? you're both being overdramatic, and you know it.”

both men maintain their exaggerated pouts, refusing to let the act drop. gojo huffs dramatically, crossing his arms over his chest. “tissues aren't going to cut it, princess. we need a full-on recovery plan. this is a matter of emotional and psychological trauma we're talking about.” geto nods in agreement, his expression still feigning hurt. “yeah, you clearly underestimate the extent of the damage you've caused. we're fragile souls, you know. we need TLC and gentle care to heal properly.”

you roll your eyes, suppressing a grin at their continued dramatic performance. “alright, alright,” you say with a sigh of mock resignation. “here, let me kiss it better.”

both men's expressions immediately switch from exaggerated pain to eagerness, their wounded pride suddenly forgotten. gojo's eyes light up, his voice suddenly hopeful. “oh, princess, you're so kind and generous. please, kiss it better. we can't possibly recover without your healing touch.” geto nods in agreement, a hint of a smile on his lips. “yeah, princess, your kisses are the only cure for our hair trauma. we need your tender affection to mend our fragile egos.”

you lean in and press a gentle kiss to their legs, playing along with their act but clearly enjoying the fun. “there, all better. now can we get back to actually relaxing?”

both men let out exaggerated sighs of relief as you kiss their legs. gojo grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “ah, your kiss has worked a miracle, princess. we're miraculously cured now.” geto laughs softly, also enjoying the playful banter. “yeah, who knew your kisses could have healing powers? we feel like brand new men now.”

gojo pretends to inspect his leg, checking whether the ‘trauma’ has been healed. “you know, princess, that was a pretty impressive kiss. maybe you should consider a career as a hair trauma specialist.” geto nods in agreement, a playful smile on his lips. “yeah, that healing touch of yours is quite something. maybe we should make you a permanent part of our self-care routine.”

gojo pretends to inspect his leg, checking whether the "trauma" has been healed. his eyes gleaming with a devilish glint. “you know, princess, since your kisses have such miraculous healing powers, now we're thinking of other parts that need your special touch.”

geto catches on to his suggestive tone, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. “yeah, princess, we have some other... sensitive areas that could use your attention.”

you can't help but chuckle as both men begin to hint at their ‘sensitive areas’ that need your attention. you playfully play along, raising an eyebrow. “oh, really? and which 'sensitive areas' might those be, hm?”

gojo pretends to think deeply for a moment, then gestures to his chest. “well, my chest, obviously. it's feeling quite neglected and in desperate need of your touch.” you grab a pillow from the couch and place it on the carpet floor, patting it invitingly. “lay here, then. let me take a look at that sensitive area.”

you lie on your side next to the pillow, propping yourself up on your elbow and giving them an amused look. “i’ll see what i can do about your ‘neglect’.”

gojo grins, clearly pleased with your directness and eagerness to play along. he quickly positions himself on the pillow, lying down next to you. he looks up at you with a playful smile, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “oh, princess, i have full confidence in your ability to take care of my neglect. i'm all yours to tend to.”

you clear your throat, trying to adopt a serious expression despite the playful glint in your eyes. you place your finger on his chest and start making slow, deliberate circles on his clothes, pretending to focus intently on the “sensitive area.”

“alright, let’s assess the situation here,” you say in a mock-serious tone. “we need to make sure we address this ‘neglect’ properly.” you continue your circles with exaggerated care, enjoying the playful moment and the way gojo’s mischievous smile never fades.

gojo follows along with your act, pretending to be a serious and patient patient. his eyes never leave your face as you make your pretend “medical inspection”. he grins widely at your mock-professional tone, clearly enjoying the playful role-play. “oh, for sure. we need to tackle this neglect head-on. please, princess, don't hold back. whatever it takes to heal this sensitive chest area of mine.”

you lean down and press a gentle kiss to his chest, your lips brushing lightly against his clothes. you maintain your mock-professional demeanor as you pull back with a playful smile. “there, all done,” you say, your tone both teasing and affectionate. “i’m sure that kisses will do wonders for your ‘sensitive area.’”

gojo grins wider as you kiss his chest, clearly very amused by this little game. he plays along, pretending to be completely satisfied. “oh, princess, you're a miracle worker. that kiss was exactly what i needed to cure my neglect. i can feel that sensitive area coming back to life already.”

he reaches up to poke your nose playfully, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “you truly have magic in those lips, you know that?” you hum with satisfaction and turn your attention to geto, your eyes sparkling with mischief. “what about you, big boy?” you ask, your tone playful and teasing.

you pat the spot next to you on the pillow, giving him an inviting smile. “ready for your turn? I promise to handle your ‘sensitive area’ with the same care.” you wait for his response, clearly enjoying the playful role reversal and the way both men are fully immersed in the fun.

geto grins at your playful invitation, his eyes sparkling in anticipation. he moves closer and takes the spot next to you on the pillow, positioning himself in a mirrored pose to gojo.

“oh, princess, i'm honored to be the second patient on your agenda. i hope you'll treat my 'sensitive area' as well as you did gojo's.” he looks at you expectantly, his playfulness never faltering.

you turn around to face geto, giving gojo your back as he props himself up on one elbow, watching the scene with interest. you furrow your eyebrows, adopting a mock-serious expression.

“alright, let’s see here,” you say, your tone is professional as you pretend to examine geto. your eyes land on his lips, and you point to them with a dramatic flourish. “i assume this is your sensitive area, am i correct?” you look at geto with an amused glint in your eye, clearly enjoying the playful role-play and the way he’s playing along with the game.

geto's lips twitch with suppressed laughter as you point to his lips and declare them his “sensitive area”, finding your over-the-top professional pose ridiculously amusing. but, being the good sport he is, he plays along. he nods seriously, acting as if you've just made a groundbreaking diagnosis.

“yes, princess, my lips are indeed my most sensitive area. they require delicate, and perhaps... frequent attention.” you nod with a mock-serious expression, “let me heal you, my dear patient,” and lean down to give him a tender kiss. you cup his cheek gently as you kiss him, your touch soft and affectionate. even while lying on your side, you manage to make the moment feel intimate and caring, adding to the playful charm of the role-play.

geto lets out a soft sigh as you give him the tender kiss, his eyes flickering closed as he savors the feel of your touch. your gentle gesture and the way you kiss him makes his heart flutter, even though he knows it's all pretense.

when you pull back, he looks at you with a soft, affectionate smile, pretending to be fully healed. “oh, princess, that kiss was just what i needed. my lips feel completely healed now. can i consider myself in complete recovery now?”

you smile warmly at geto’s response, clearly pleased with his playful acceptance of your ‘treatment.’ “I’m glad to hear that, my dear patient,” you say with a teasing tone. “yes, you’re officially in complete recovery.”

you lean in and give him one last, gentle peck on the cheek. “feel free to rest up now. and remember, if you need any more ‘treatment,’ just let me know.” you give him a reassuring smile, enjoying the playful moment and the affectionate exchange.

geto grins widely at your response, clearly enjoying the playful way you're treating him. he plays along, pretending to be utterly relaxed and at ease. “oh, princess, i feel like a new man now. I shall rest my weary self as you have instructed. and be assured, if i feel the need for more 'treatment', you'll be the first one i come to.” he leans in and returns your cheek kiss, adding a little extra intimacy to the playful act.

gojo watches with a mock pout from over your shoulder, clearly feeling left out. he groans dramatically, “hey, what about me? i only got a kiss on my chest! i’m still in need of some princess-level treatment.” you turn around as he gives you a pleading look, clearly enjoying the playful banter but also genuinely wanting a bit more affection.

you chuckle, seeing gojo's mock pout and hearing his exaggerated groans. you turn around to face him, your expression playful yet also affectionate. “oh, my dramatic patient, don't worry. i didn't forget about you. i just had to attend to geto's 'sensitive area' first.” you pat his chest lightly, your touch playful yet tender, “but your turn is coming.”

you lay down on your back, resting your head on geto's arm as a pillow. with a contented sigh, you glance over at gojo, who is watching you with eager anticipation.

“see? i’m making sure everyone gets their fair share of attention,” you say with a playful smile. “now, let’s make sure your ‘sensitive area’ gets the treatment it deserves.” you extend your arm toward gojo, inviting him closer for his turn, ready to continue the playful game and give him the affection he’s been waiting for.

gojo grins widely at your invitation, his playful and eager expression making it clear that he's very much looking forward to his “treatment.” he moves closer, positioning himself next to you on the pillow, as you continue to lie sandwiched between the two men like a princess being pampered by her loyal subjects. gojo looks at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement, “oh, princess, I'm ready for my treatment. i've been anxiously waiting for your tender touch.”

you drape your hand around gojo’s shoulder, pulling him closer as he positions himself on his stomach beside you, his body resting slightly on top of you. you cup his cheek gently, looking into his eyes with a soft, affectionate gaze. “let me take care of you too,” you say softly. “you’ve been so patient. now, let me heal you too.” you lean in and place a tender kiss on his lips making sure he feels the same warmth and affection that you’ve shown to geto.

gojo sighs softly as you pull him closer, his body pressed against yours in a position that feels both intimate and safe. he melts into your touch as you cup his cheek, his eyes locking with yours in a moment of tenderness and vulnerability.

as you lean in to kiss him, he closes his eyes, savoring the feeling of your lips on his. he responds to your kiss with equal softness, his own lips moving against yours in a gentle and affectionate exchange. for a moment, the playful banter of earlier is replaced with a quiet sweetness.

your nose brushes against each other as the kiss deepens, gojo's hand on your hip gently tightens, the feel of his strong, calloused fingers on your soft flesh a subtle but undeniable expression of his affection and desire for you.

he shifts slightly, his body pressing a little closer to yours. his lips move against yours with a mixture of tenderness and a hint of neediness, his tongue briefly tracing the contour of your mouth in a silent plea for more.

as the kiss continues, gojo's hand on your hip begins to move, gently tracing a path up and down your side in a slow, caressing motion. each light touch seems to send a shiver through your body, an intimate and affectionate connection that speaks volumes without words.

he breaks the kiss briefly, gasping for air (he's much less adept at controlling his breathing than geto), before claiming your lips again in another possessive, but tender, kiss.

geto watches the intimate moment between you and gojo, his eyes flickering with a mix of affection and a hint of playful envy. he smiles softly as he sees the way your bodies are pressed together, the way your lips move against gojo's in a tender yet passionate exchange.

he reaches down and lightly brushes your hair, as if to gently remind you of his presence while also expressing a silent request for you to not forget him in the moment.

geto, watching the intimate moment unfold, feels a mix of amusement and protectiveness. he gently pushes gojo away, his tone playful but firm with a little bit of envy. “alright, man, stop hogging her.”

gojo breaks away from the kiss with a playful, albeit reluctant, pout, clearly not happy at being interrupted by geto's ‘gentle’ push. he glances over his shoulder at his friend, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“oh, suguru, we were just getting good,” he protests, a hint of annoyance in his voice, but also a playful hint of competition, “can't you let me have my moment with the princess in peace?”

geto merely chuckles in response to gojo's pout and protest, his grin widening as he relishes the competition and playful banter. he gently wraps his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer against him.

“oh, come on, satoru, i'm not going to let you hog all the princess' time and attention now. she has two handsome, injured patients to tend to, remember?” geto teases, his touch on your shoulder affectionate and tender. you roll your eyes playfully at their antics, a smile tugging at your lips despite the mock annoyance. “alright, alright, you two. i guess I’ll just have to split my time and attention equally between my ‘handsome patients’ then.”

you settle back comfortably, leaning into geto’s embrace while reaching out a hand to gently touch gojo’s arm, signaling that you’re still here for both of them, balancing the affection with ease. “come here,” you tell the man, signaling him to lay beside you properly.

gojo's grin widens at your playful eye-roll and mock annoyance, clearly enjoying the banter with both you and geto. when you reach out a hand to touch his arm, he responds immediately, leaning into your touch with a soft smile.

when you call him to lay beside you, a playful glimmer sparks in his eye. he moves to settle in beside you, stretching out comfortably on the pillow, his body close enough for his arm to still occasionally brush against yours or geto's.

you let out a content sigh, gazing up at the ceiling as the three of you lie on the carpet. “this is nice,” you speak softly, your voice sincere and unguarded. “i could get used to this.” geto hums in agreement, his body warm against you as he holds you close. “i have to agree,” he says quietly, a soft smile on his lips. “there's something soothing about just lying here like this, together. no missions, no responsibilities— just the three of us.”

gojo echoes geto's sentiment, nodding slightly as his fingers absently trace lazy patterns on your arm. “yeah, princess, this is... surprisingly nice,” he murmurs, his voice unusually soft and gentle.

the room falls into a comfortable, companionable silence, the only sounds being the soft breathing and occasional rustle of movement on the carpet as you all adjust your positions to bask in the peaceful moment.

after a while, geto's fingers begin to idly play with strands of your hair, and gojo reaches out to intertwine his fingers with yours, both men quietly seeking a bit more contact and connection with you. you can almost feel the tension in both men slowly melting away as you all lie together, a comfortable silence enveloping the room, broken only by the sound of your steady breaths and occasional light touches.

it's as if the playful banter and competition have given way to a moment of peaceful respite. a comfortable, intimate moment to simply enjoy each other's company, away from the chaos and demands of their lives as jujutsu sorcerers.

the three of you continue to remain in that comfortable, intimate moment, the passing minutes marked by the gentle movements of hair being played with, fingers intertwined, or arms casually resting against each other.

gojo breaks the silence after a while, his voice soft and contemplative. “princess,” he murmurs, his tone unusually serious and thoughtful, “can I ask you something?”

“hum?” you hummed softly.

gojo's gaze is fixed on the ceiling as he contemplates his words, his fingers still gently intertwined with yours. the seriousness in his tone indicates that he's about to ask a question that requires a thoughtful response.

“can i ask... how would you describe us?” he asks after a pause, his voice unusually soft and vulnerable, “the three of us... what are we, to you?” you fall silent for a moment, your eyes still focused on the ceiling above. a soft smile forms on your lips as you reflect on gojo's question.

“did you know about the old poem that says, ‘speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life?’”you ask gently, your voice carrying a touch of love for them.

“that's how i feel about you,” you add quietly, the depth of your emotion clear in your tone even though you're not looking directly at them.

your words hang in the air for a moment, the quiet honesty in your response touching both men deeply. geto's grip on your shoulder tightens slightly, as if he's silently expressing his own emotions as he listens intently.

gojo's fingers tighten around yours as well, a subtle indication of the impact your words have on him. he's uncharacteristically silent, processing your response. when he finally finds his voice, it's unusually soft and vulnerable. “does that mean... we make you feel alive?” he asks, the faintest hint of insecurity in his question.

you turn to gojo for a brief moment, a soft, genuine smile on your lips, before your gaze returns to the ceiling.

“i love you like that,” you say softly, “i’m happy.” your words carry a depth of emotion, revealing just how much they mean to you and how they have enriched your life.

gojo's breath hitches slightly as your gaze meets his for a brief moment and then returns to the ceiling. your words— “i love you like that, i’m happy”— fill him with a heady mixture of emotion. he's clearly taken aback, not expecting such a heartfelt and powerful response. most people think it might be the most basic and simple answer, but not for him, god, not for them.

beside you, geto's grip on your shoulder tightens even more, a silent affirmation of his own feelings. he can practically feel the emotion radiating off gojo in waves.

the silence in the room is deafening, each of you lost in your own thoughts and feelings, both men seemingly affected by your response in different ways. gojo is unusually quiet, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, while geto can't bring himself to speak, the intensity of the moment leaving him temporarily speechless.

after what feels like an eternity, gojo finally breaks the silence, swallowing hard before he mutters. “you mean that, princess?” his voice is low and laced with insecurity, a rarity for him.

you nod, the motion is small but sure, and your voice comes out as a soft whisper, “every single word.” the sincerity in your tone leaves no room for doubt. the simple gesture of your nod and the sincerity in your voice are like a balm to gojo's soul. a visible wave of relief seems to wash over him, his tensed shoulders relaxing slightly as your confirmation sinks in.

he swallows again, his throat bobbing as he stares up at the ceiling, his usual bravado replaced by a more vulnerable side. “thank you,” he whispers gruffly, the depth of his emotions apparent in his voice.

geto, sensing the emotional shift in gojo, finally speaks up. his voice is low and soothing, a comforting presence in the room. “you've got a way with words, princess,” he murmurs, a hint of admiration in his tone, “and you say exactly what we need to hear.” he gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze, adding just a little bit more tenderness to the moment.

you turn your head slightly towards geto, your voice gentle but firm. “i’m not saying it just because it’s what you want to hear,” you say, your gaze drifting back to the ceiling. “i said it because that’s how i feel.”

your words hang in the air, heavy with sincerity, and both men seem to take a moment to absorb the depth of your emotions. your words seem to have a profound effect on both men, gojo especially. his grip on your hand tightens slightly, as if he's silently seeking reassurance.

geto, meanwhile, lets out a soft hum, the sound echoing with contentment. he brings his other hand up to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear, a silent gesture of affection.

“we know,” geto says quietly, his fingers lingering on your cheek for a moment before returning to your shoulder, “and that's what makes it even more meaningful.” another stretch of silence follows, the atmosphere in the room now weighted with a mixture of contentment, vulnerability, and affection. gojo finally speaks up again, his voice still gruff but no longer insecure.

“princess?” he murmurs, his gaze shifting to you, “can i ask you something else?”

your smile widens, warmth spreading through you at the sound of gojo’s voice, a mix of curiosity and vulnerability. without shifting your gaze from the ceiling, you let out a soft, amused breath. gojo and his endless questions.

“sure, baby,” you respond gently, your voice tender and reassuring. you know whatever he asks next will be met with the same honesty, the same love, because that’s what the three of you share—something real, something worth every word spoken.

gojo grins slightly at your amusement, clearly aware that he does indeed have a penchant for endless questions— he just can't help himself. the nickname “baby” also doesn’t go unnoticed, his heart swelling with affection for you.

he swallows, his throat suddenly dry. “this might be a big question,” he warns, his voice dropping to a low murmur, “but... are we...” he hesitates, seemingly unsure of how to phrase his question. geto, sensing the significance of the moment, also perks up, his gaze shifting subtly between you and gojo. he remains quiet, but his arm around your shoulders tightens just a tiny bit, silently expressing his curiosity.

gojo continues, his voice is still low and tentative. “are we... exclusive?” he finally manages to get the question out, his eyes darting over to you, searching your face for your reaction.

you can’t help the soft laugh that escapes your lips, the sheer innocence and absurdity of gojo’s question catching you off guard. the corners of your mouth twitch as you hold back a wider grin, finding his uncertainty oddly endearing.

turning your head slightly, you finally meet his gaze, your eyes twinkling with affection and amusement. “i don't know, baby,” you reply, your tone gentle yet teasing, “we've been dating for four years and living together for three years… why don't you tell me?”

geto scoffs quietly at gojo’s question, shaking his head with a small, amused smile, but he doesn’t say anything, letting your response stand on its own. it’s a moment that’s both lighthearted and deeply reassuring, a reminder of the bond you all share.

gojo's cheeks flush slightly at your teasing response, his expression a mix of embarrassment and sheepish amusement. he's clearly aware of how obvious the answer to his question should be, but in the moment, he wanted to hear the words from you.

he groans lightly, running a hand through his messy hair and chuckling sheepishly. “alright, princess, that was a dumb question, i'll admit it,” he concedes. he glances at geto, a hint of defensiveness in his tone, “give me a break, man. i'm not exactly an expert at this whole commitment thing.”

geto's smile widens, his eyes sparkling with a mix of affection and smugness, as he watches the exchange between you and gojo. “i would say you've done alright so far,” he teases lightly, his voice filled with humor.

he gives your shoulder another squeeze, clearly enjoying the playful banter, his body still pressed warmly against yours. he chimes in, trying to lighten the mood even further. “yeah, princess, you should give the poor man a break. after all, it's a miracle he's managed to keep a relationship together for this long.”

you chuckle softly, your eyes twinkling with amusement as you watch gojo's reaction. “oh, you need to be more exclusive? how about getting married?” you tease gently, a playful edge to your voice, without realizing you just putting an idea inside their heads.

gojo's eyes widen comically, his mouth hanging open for a brief moment as if he's processing your words. you can practically see the wheels turning in his brain, his mind already contemplating the idea.

geto, on the other hand, seems visibly surprised by your suggestion, his grip on your shoulder tightening momentarily as he processes the possibility. both men remain silent, their minds clearly contemplating the idea of marriage that you’ve just proposed.

you notice gojo's eyes widening and his cheeks flushing, and you can’t help but find his flustered response endearing. “don’t worry, baby,” you add with a soft smile, “i was just teasing. but if you ever want to make it official, you know where to find me.”

you were just teasing, sure, but them? their brains already start overworking from thinking to make you their wives. gojo lets out a relieved breath, visibly relaxing slightly at the realization that you were only teasing. but the idea of marriage is still swirling in his head, the thought of you as his wife making his heart flutter.

geto, meanwhile, is also clearly affected by your words. he seems lost in thought, his gaze fixed on nowhere in particular as he ponders the possibility.

both men exchange a discreet glance at your last remark, a silent conversation passing between them, filled with a mix of excitement and anticipation

after a moment of silent communication between geto and gojo, the latter finally speaks up, clearing his throat. “princess,” he murmurs, his voice a bit raspier than usual, “hypothetically speaking, if i— we wanted to make this official...” he trails off, his eyes meeting yours, a flicker of vulnerability visible in his gaze.

geto grins lazily, clearly enjoying the direction this conversation is taking. he leans his chin on your shoulder, his lips hovering near your ear. “yeah, hypothetically,” he adds quietly, his tone laced with anticipation.

gojo’s lips twitch with a hint of uncertainty, his heart beating faster as he contemplates the next words coming out of his mouth.

“do you...” he hesitates, swallowing hard when his voice breaks slightly. he takes a deep breath, steeling himself to just ask the damn question. “do you think you'd ever want to... marry us?” he finally gets the question out, his gaze fixed on yours, awaiting your response. geto's grip on you tightens, silently signaling his agreement and added curiosity.

you look at both men, your smile growing even wider as you take in their anxious expressions. “yes,” you reply, your voice warm and sincere. “hypothetically,” you add with a teasing hint, but the truth in your words is unmistakable.

gojo and geto both let out a sigh of relief at your response, their shoulders relaxing as the tension in the room dissolves into a palpable excitement.

gojo's heart thumps heavily in his chest, still processing the fact that you’ve not only just agreed to a hypothetical marriage, but you’ve also done so with such an open heart.

geto, on the other hand, grins widely, his hand moving from your shoulder to gently trace patterns along your arm. “hypothetically,” he whispers in your ear, “you're going to be stuck with us forever.”

you smile contentedly, gazing at the ceiling as you absorb the warmth of the moment. “hypothetically, i’ll be happier than ever,” you reply softly, your voice filled with genuine affection and anticipation.

gojo and geto share a glance, both visibly pleased by your words. gojo then lets out a soft huff, a mixture of anticipation and excitement laced in his voice.

“hypothetically, we should start planning.”

geto nods in agreement, his hand coming to rest on your stomach, his thumb idly stroking your skin. “hypothetically, yeah. the sooner, the better.” you chuckle softly, your eyes twinkling with playful mischief. “hypothetically, you should propose to me properly,” you tease, enjoying the light-heartedness of the moment.

both of them chuckle in response, the atmosphere turning even more lighter and flirty. “hypothetically,” gojo counters, a roguish grin on his lips, “what if we just jump straight to eloping?” geto scoffs playfully, “hypothetically, don’t listen to him. we’re definitely doing things properly.”

gojo pouts slightly, feigning disappointment. not because he doesn't think that you don't deserve a proper proposal, but the thought of you being his wife? yeah, he is just getting impatient each second and he feels like he can't wait any longer.

“hypothetically, where’s the fun in that?” he asks jokingly. geto grins, shaking his head at gojo’s antics. “hypothetically, she deserves more than just a rushed elopement, you know.” of course, gojo satoru knows that, but geto also knows that gojo is already planning a whole proposal speech, the venue, the flowers, everything, he just love teasing his boyfriend.

gojo rolls his eyes, clearly enjoying the banter. “hypothetically, can’t i just pull out a ring right now and propose?” geto laughs, clearly amused by the idea, “hypothetically, do it then, coward.”

gojo bristles slightly at geto’s challenge, his competitive nature now provoked. “hypothetically, watch me,” he retorts, his eyes narrowing mischievously. geto grins even wider, clearly enjoying the exchange, “hypothetically, i’m waiting.” gojo stares at you for a moment, contemplating going through with the hypothetical proposal.

you look at gojo with a playful smile, wiggling your eyebrows encouragingly. “hypothetically, well, come on then,” you tease, “show me what you’ve got.”

gojo grins at your response, his confidence now fully reignited. he clears his throat and sits up, get on one knee in a dramatic fashion. “hypothetically,” he begins, his voice suddenly serious, “princess, the light of our lives... i have a question for you.” geto, who’s watching the scene unfolding with much anticipation, smirks, leaning his head on his hand as he watches gojo intently.

you chuckle softly at gojo's dramatic setup, thoroughly amused by his ‘hypothetical’ proposal. “hypothetically, i have the answer,” you tease, your smile widening as you prepare to hear his grand gesture.

gojo grins, clearly feeding off your playfulness. he takes a brief moment to gather his thoughts, looking uncharacteristically nervous for someone who’s only hypothetically proposing. “hypothetically,” he continues, his voice only slightly shaky, “would you do me the honor of marrying me?” geto, still observing silently, raises an eyebrow, clearly impressed by gojo’s ability to be genuine and dramatic at the same time.

you smile widely, your eyes twinkling with affection as you respond. “hypothetically, yes, i would,” you say softly, your tone filled with warmth and sincerity. your hand gently rests on gojo’s, as if sealing the hypothetical promise with a touch.

gojo's heart soars at your response, a wide grin overtaking his features. he laces his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand gently in return.

geto, having observed the entire exchange, can’t help but chuckle quietly. “hypothetically,” he chimes in, his tone laced with amusement, “that was more romantic than i was expecting from this idiot.” gojo glares slightly at geto but then grins sheepishly.

“hypothetically,” gojo retorts, “i can be romantic when i want to be.” geto scoffs lightly, shaking his head in amused disbelief, “hypothetically, no one’s going to believe that after seeing how you act every day.” gojo rolls his eyes but can’t deny the truth in geto’s words. he turns his attention back to you. “hypothetically, you were impressed though, right princess?”

you smile playfully, enjoying the banter between geto and gojo. “hypothetically, i'm always impressed by you, baby,” you tease, pinching his cheek gently. gojo puffs out his chest slightly, clearly loving the attention. geto rolls his eyes again, but there’s a hint of fondness in his expression. “hypothetically,” geto chimes in again, his tone more serious this time, “does this mean i get a turn too?”

you chuckle softly, your eyes dancing with mischief. “hypothetically, is this the only proposal i’m ever going to get, or is there going to be another one?” you ask, your tone playful yet teasingly curious.

gojo looks sheepish, his face flushing slightly as if caught. he glances at geto who’s grinning widely, clearly enjoying the banter. “hypothetically,” geto responds, his voice filled with mock seriousness, “i would never disrespect our future wife by not properly asking her to marry me.”

gojo huffs but there’s a hint of amusement in his expression. “hypothetically,” he adds, his tone slightly pouty, “i thought we agreed on doing this together.” geto looks at gojo with a mix of amusement and mock annoyance. “hypothetically, you’re already carrying the ring, idiot,” he says, a huff playing on his lips. “and hypothetically, you’ve been holding onto it for months.”

gojo’s eyes widen, his expression turning guilty as if being caught in a lie. he scratches the back of his head sheepishly, clearly realizing that geto’s right.

“hypothetically,” he mutters, his voice is sheepish, “i was waiting for the right moment...” geto laughs, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of gojo. “hypothetically, you were being a chickenshit.”

your eyes widen in shock as you process what geto just revealed. you sit up, staring at gojo with a mix of surprise and disbelief. “hypothetically, what?!” you exclaim, your voice tinged with astonishment.

gojo and geto freeze, their faces flushing as they realize the surprise has been unintentionally spoiled. gojo stumbles over his words, clearly flustered, “hypothetically, ups..”

[merchantziro]

DP x DC Writing Prompt: Watchtower Technician/Engineer Danny Fenton and Justice League member Dani Phantom

It's been a few years now since Danny Fenton had become the Ghost King. Since then, he's been working hard to maintain peaceful relations with the Living Realm and had found a system to keep his rouge's gallery from being too destructive while still satisfying their obsessions and such.

After that, he decided to semi-officially retire as a hero since he didn't need to protect Amity from his subjects anymore. Choosing to focus on balancing his human life and career, and his duties as the ruler of entire dimension of spirits.

While Danny knew he could never be an astronaut with his "condition", he was able to find a substitute that also managed to satisfy his protection obsession without needing to become a hero again.

Danny Fenton had chosen become an engineer/technician on the Justice League's Watchtower. Which, after a lengthy background check to make sure he wasn't joining as a cover for anything malicious, was ultimately given the green light since Zeta Tube transport was deemed much safer for his "condition".

Meanwhile, the Justice League had finally found a recruit they were interested in for the past few years now since information about him spread to the hero and supernatural communities. Namely, one 14 year old looking ghost named Danny Phantom. However when they did manage to finally track him down, they instead found what looked to be a now 14 year old ghost looking girl calling herself Dani Phantom who looked to be a match for their information on Phantom.

So cue the League coming to the (completely incorrect) conclusion that this must be the hero they're looking for (though he seemed to have become a she, so congrats to her) and don't say anything.

Basically shenanigans with retired Danny Fenton working on the watchtower in peace while Dani Phantom joins the Justice League after they mistake her for a transgender Danny Phantom.

I'm imagining this going in one of several different routes with some potential overlap.

- Both recognize a ghost is nearby (each other) but the League, upon realizing that Danny Fenton comes from a family of Ghost Hunters that span back to 1600s with Jack Fentonightingale, thus assuming it's best to keep Danny oblivious to Dani's existence but they can't keep each other oblivious forever.

- The Watchtower is under attack by some villains and Danny finds a heavily injured Dani among other heroes. As such Danny becomes angered enough to temporarily bring his old hero persona out of the closet (possibly going as far as showing his Ghost King power depending on the villain). Meanwhile the rest of the Justice League are losing their minds over the revelation of them working with the hero's cousin/daughter/clone instead of the original they thought they were working with this entire time.

- One of the supernaturally powerful JL members (John Constantine, Zatanna, Dr. Fate, Shazam, take your pick) recognize that the new employee radiates the same ghostly power as Dani, only stronger before recognizing him as the Ghost King.

- Dani and Danny meet and have their Spider-Man pointing meme moment before nigh-immediately realizing that the League have mistaken Dani for Danny. Thus they immediately realize after that realization they can use this to completely mess with them since they're still unaware.

Probably more ideas but I'll leave that for you to imagine.

I've seen Danny working on the watchtower, both as Fenton for a casual position and as Phantom as a League member. So why not both at the same time only it's Dani Phantom and not Danny.

[starogeorgina]

𝐊𝐞𝐩𝐚

Paring: Daemon Targaryen × reader, Harwin Strong x reader, Criston Cole × reader

Warnings: Swearing, oral sex, fingering, titty sucking

1.02

It had been days since you left your quarters, and the feeling of isolation and loneliness was plaguing you while you got over whatever sickness you had. You spoke to Rhaenyra previously, and she assured you nothing was going on between her and Ser Harwin, that she merely invited him to her chambers so they could speak privately since he caught her in a compromising position with one of her most recent lovers, Lady Laena Velaryon. Which explains why Daemon would implicate your sister; his ego was bruised and he was mad. Lady Laena hadn’t ended their affair because she had been betrothed to another; it’s because she wants to be with Rhaenyra instead.

Although her confession made you feel ashamed for even doubting her, which was another reason you sought isolation.

You hadn’t seen your own lover or husband in just over a month. Harwin had returned to Harrenhal with his father the morning after you confronted him about why he was at your sister's quarters, and since he was vague, the questioning turned into a heated argument. And your father, King Viserys, had sent Daemon on some errand, which meant him leaving the keep.

You hear a knock at your door, and before you can call for it to be opened, someone enters your chambers. You raise a brow, seeing it’s Ser Criston instead of one of your handmaids. You hadn’t exchanged a word with the knight since you left his bedchamber after sharing a brief sexual encounter.

“Princess,” he bows.

“Ser Cristion,” you say, picking up your cup of wine and sinking down onto one of the plush red chairs. “What can I do for you?”

The knight begins to ramble some weak excuse on why he visited your private quarters when he had no business being there. You shut out his words as you focus on his gaze. The hunger in his eyes has caught your attention, as has the way he soaks up your appearance. The black dress you chose in the morning hugged your curves in all the right places, especially your breasts.

Ser Cristion didn’t come because he wanted to talk to you; he came because he wanted to fuck you.

“What is it you desire, my good knight?”

Standing tall, his eyes meet yours. “To please you, princess, That night we spent together, I focused only on my own pleasure and not on yours. I wish to rectify that.”

You don’t answer right away, deliberately leaving him hanging. When he takes a sharp breath, preparing himself for whatever you would reply, you slowly spread your legs open and bunch up your skirts, revealing your bare chest to him. Criston was a handsome man; his personality was questionable considering he was nothing more than a hypocrite, but who were you to refuse such an offer?

“You may please me with your mouth, but that is all.”

For a split second, you think Criston is going to leave when he faces the door, but instead of leaving, he locks it and then returns his gaze to you. You finish your wine as he kneels in front of you. He kisses your thigh, then moves his attention to your core and lets out an animalistic groan. Your eyes stay glued to him as he sucks on your clit, and your fingers tangle into his dark hair, keeping his mouth where it feels best.

You desperately wished it was someone you loved pleasing you, but yet here you are squirming around the tongue of a man you didn’t even care for, acting like a depraved whore.

—

The hour was late, and the sudden dip in the bed causes you to stir. Groggily, you rub your eyes, “Daemon?”

“My apologies for waking you, my love; I know the hour is late,” he shuffles closer to you in the bed. His bare chest is pressing against your back. “I was away much longer than I anticipated, if I had known—”

“I love you, Daemon Targaryen,” you whisper.

He seems taken aback by your sudden admission, and guilt swirls in your stomach. You had important information to tell him, but now wasn’t the time. Not when you were both exhausted.

“I don't deserve you, my sweet wife,” he says, pressing his lips against your bare shoulder. “But I'm never leaving your side again.”

—

“I was merely training him on how to please a woman properly.”

When neither of you could find sleep, you had a jug of wine and a platter of fresh fruit brought to your quarters. You now sit curled beside Daemon on one of the plush couches.

“Hmm, perhaps he won’t be such an insufferable cunt,” Daemon smirks before sipping on his wine. He found it rather amusing that you let Cole lick your cunny, but nothing else. “So... did you enjoy him tasting your sweet little cunt?”

“Hmm, I prefer your mouth on me.”

He pulls the thin fabric of your nightgown down low enough for your breasts to be exposed to him. Droplets of wine still linger on Daemon's lips when he takes your hardened nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around your nipple before he sucks on your flesh.

You giggle. “I’ve definitely missed you.”

Daemon moves his hand along your thigh, feeling the softness of your well-pampered skin beneath his fingers, before he reaches your wet core and sinks two fingers deep into your cunny. “I’ve missed you and your insatiable appetite. You’ve really got the tightest cunt I’ve ever felt.”

You moan at his words.

Greedily, he sucks on your breast while tapping at your clit with his thumb and speeding up his actions of sliding two fingers into your soaking core until the coil in your stomach snaps and his fingers are coated in your slick.

Smiling, you lean forward and nuzzle into his neck, his arms wrapping around you. “Hmm, I’m glad you are home; you have a task of the utmost importance to attend to valzȳrys.”

He rests his cheek against the top of your head while running his fingers through your hair. “And what would that be, ābrazȳrys?”

“You're going to need to find the perfect dragon egg to go in the cradle.”

It takes him a minute to process what you’ve just told him, then he smiles widely. “You are with child?”

You place one of his hands flat on your stomach and say, “Yes, my love, I’m with child.”

—

You nod your head and smile at the lords and ladies congratulating you. It hadn’t taken long for word of your growing family to spread around the keep. Your father was ecstatic and insisted on throwing a grand feast to celebrate, which Daemon agreed to help organize. Rhaenyra had gifted you with the finest silk dresses to accommodate a growing body and toys for the baby. And all of the attention you received was a favorable distraction from missing Harwin so much.

When you reach the doorway to the library, you tell the knight accompanying you that he doesn’t need to follow you since nobody else has access to it aside from the royal family. Spotting the book Daemon intended to read to you next, you reach out to take it, but your arm is suddenly snatched back.

A small gasp escapes your lips. “Ser Criston?”

Cristion’s grip tightens around your arm as he pulls you further away from the doorway room. With a devilish glare in his eyes, he asks, “Are you pregnant?”

“Get your hands off me.”

You have been so busy since finding out you're pregnant that you haven’t even spoken with the knight since the night he came to your quarters. An unintentional slight on your end.

“Let go of me, or I will scream.”

He looks down at your arm to see how tightly he’s squeezing it, and let's go. “Are you pregnant?” He repeats. When you don’t answer him, he takes your silence as a yes. “How far along?”

“That is none of—”

“How far along?”

Seeing the pleading look in his eyes, you sigh, “It’s been three moons since I last bled.”

His face falls.

“Criston…”

“Why?” he barks, and you immediately recoil. “Why did you need to drag me into whatever messed-up game you and the Prince are playing?”

“I will admit I made the first move that night, but you could have thrown me out. And you are the one who tried to pursue me afterwards, so don’t play innocent.”

Cristion takes a step backwards, as though he's wrestling with something internally. He breathes angrily as his eyes move up and down, taking in the slightest swell in your stomach.

You clear your throat. “I know what you're thinking. That’s how long it’s been since we... Daemon knows.”

“And he doesn’t care?”

“No. He loves me, and he will love this child. His child.”

He remains silent as you brush by him. You were a fool for ever going to Criston that night, knowing how cruel he can be and how close he is to the queen. “I wonder how the king would feel if he heard his own precious princess wasn’t sure who the father of her child was.”

You laugh. “Why don’t you share that theory, Cole? I’m sure my father, the king and husband Prince Daemon would love to hear it.”

He glares at you.

“We all need to live with the consequences of our actions, and I have done things that I’m ashamed of, but if you ever utter a threat to me or my family again, nothing will be able to save you from the wrath of my dragon. Do you understand?”

When Criston says nothing, you get the book for Daemon, and as you're leaving the library, you hear a muffled ‘spoiled cunt’ fall from the knight's lips.

—

Taking a deep breath, you pinch the bridge of your nose. Of course, there was a very slim chance that Daemon wasn’t the biological father of your baby… but there was still a chance since you forgot to drink moon tea after sleeping with both Harwin, Criston and Daemon within twenty for hours.

Entering your quarters, you immediately notice something feels different—a shift in energy. You call out, “Daemon?”

He appears within seconds, his expression hard to read. He kisses your cheek and says, “There’s someone here who wishes to speak with you.”

“Who?”

“Try as you might, you cannot hide anything from me,” he says quietly. “I sent a raven asking for his return.”

Your lips part slightly as the question of who he wrote lingers on your lips, but in seconds you turn a corner and come face to face with Harwin. Your eyes swell with tears.

He stands at attention, “princess.”

“Harwin…”

Husband - Valzȳrys

Wife - Ābrazȳrys

[chenlesfavorite]

Heading to Buckingham Palace was going to be an experience, one that you knew you were going to enjoy. Your experience in London so far wasn’t quite the most exciting one as you were just staying at the hotel, due to the intense jetlag you had gotten but now that you were feeling better, you couldn’t wait to explore with the others.

But... being excited to visit new places wasn’t the only emotion overtaking you. The other emotion that was flowing through you was also nervousness, why exactly nervousness?

That had a simple answer; maybe one your head wouldn’t understand at the moment, but your heart definitely did. The answer was Mark Lee.

Sitting next to him on the plane ride, sharing a room?

It certainly had your heart skipping beats at many moments, how could it not? The man who has broken into your heart, switching your gaze from Taeyong to him, with so little effort as well.

You didn’t understand why, and how you fell for Mark so easily. Was it because of the way he did things? The way he acts around you? Him helping you with a difficult subject? His voice?

It made your head hurt, and think way too much about it. Why are crushes such an annoying little thing?

Sighing, you decide to get up from your bed as you still need to get ready to head to Buckingham Palace with the others. Mark had already left the room a few minutes ago because he needed to talk with Johnny and Taeyong for whatever reason. You didn’t indulge in it too much as it was his business and not yours.

-

You have finished picking out your outfit for the visit, and now you are at such a difficult decision. What lipstick, and or lipgloss, should you put on? “Why am I having such a hard time deciding what to put on my lips... this is stupid.” You mumble to yourself, both of your hands on your hips as you sigh.

“I say the lipgloss would look nice on you.” A voice surprises you- you turn around and it is no other than the man who makes you feel like you’re on cloud nine, Mark Lee. Your eyes take a good look at him, all the way from the top to the bottom, inspecting every little spot and detail on him.

His dreamy brown eyes looking down at you with his brown hair just slightly covering the upper part of his eyes. He’s wearing an oversized white shirt with a navy blue jacket on top, and the long khaki cargo pants on the bottom, his hands shoved in the pockets, the pants were paired with some white sneakers. However, your eyes taking notice of his outfit and visuals wasn’t the only thing. Your nose was also invaded by the smell of his cologne; a warm smell that was joined by an amber scent.

You two were quite in a close position, your back was pressed against the bathroom countertop, your hands holding the corners of it while Mark’s torso was almost touching yours. The breath in your throat got stuck there for a second before you turned around, your eyes looking down at the countertop where the lipstick and lipglosses were spread on.

“The lipgloss? Got.. got it.” Your voice was soft and breathy; you take the lipgloss and look up in the mirror, applying it to your lips. But your eyes weren’t exactly focused on the way you were applying the lipgloss, instead, they were sneaking to Mark, who was standing behind you with a small smile plastered onto his face, but his gaze was not on the mirror, but on you.

You could barely focus on the lipgloss, all that you could keep your attention on was the way Mark’s warm breath was hitting your face just so slightly, the way his gaze was fixated on you, and his eyes did not move a single time away from your face. His hand slowly trying to reach over to your other hand that was resting on the countertop.

Mark’s hand eventually slides onto yours, his pinky finger treading with yours faintly. You get a sudden electric feeling, it cursed throughout your entire body. The way his hand rested on yours, it felt... right. Good. Almost as if his hand... was made for yours. The warmth you felt from it was the exact same you felt that day in the haunted house.

The moment quickly ended once you awkwardly cleared your throat, and put the lipgloss down, closing the lid of it once you applied it fully. Mark backed away as well, scratching the back of his head as he looked down at the floor. “Uh, you look great, by the way, dude...” He says, his voice sounding taut. “Thanks. You don’t look too bad yourself.” You replied, with a light chuckle.

You would never admit out loud but... you had wished the moment would have gone further.

‘Why can’t you kiss me already, Mark Lee?’

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GOT MY ION YOU : chapter 25 — lipgloss or lipstick?

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[songmingisthighs]

Pleasure of Punishing

group : ateez

pairing : seonghwa × reader

genre : smut, pwp, request

wc : 1.6 k

warning : mdni, mean dom!seonghwa, rough sex, punishment, dubcon-adjacent?, slight dacriphilia

a/n : requested by @seonghwasbobaeyes. I hope this lived up to your expectations!

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Your head was starting to swirl and your thighs had gone numb. It must have been a couple hours since Seonghwa started torturing you but you couldn't really keep up with the time. Neither can you complain. Or at least you didn't want to when your boyfriend was torturing you with his dick. Right then and there, you were nothing but an object for him to release his frustration to. You didn't mean to push him over the edge either. Sure, you were being needy and clingy but how was you supposed to know that your usually composed, calm, and collected boyfriend would suddenly grab you by the neck and dragged you to your shared room when you said "Boo, you're no fun. Wooyoung was right" after he denied to see the new lingerie you just bought from your shopping trip with Wooyoung earlier.

"I told you," he grunted next to your ear, "I told you I wasn't in the mood for your brattiness, this is all on you," the sound of his hips smacking on your ass was loud enough to drown out his voice but thank God he was talking directly into your ear because between the slapping sounds and your brain melting from the continuous abuse to your cunt, you weren't in the state to process intricate information.

You were laid on your stomach with your head dangling off the bed while Seonghwa let his entire body weight prevent you from moving whilst effectively restricting some of your oxygen.

"I-I wasn't-" you tried to defend yourself but a harsh slap to your ass held the words in your throat and instead, you let out a yelp as tears well in your eyes again. "Yes you were, brat, because good girls don't contradict their daddies now," Seonghwa suddenly gripped your chin and pulled your head slightly up so your head was craned, "Do they?" he smirked cockily.

This side of Seonghwa rarely makes an appearance and when it actually does, you always find yourself rather conflicted because while he would suddenly be hyper-focused on you and use terms and do things he normally wouldn't, the next day would always be a hassle. Bruises, sore muscle from being folded and forced into positions only contortionists would be comfortable with, it was a love-hate relationship but you just can't get enough, you can't complain.

"S-Seongh-hwa, please," you whined, trying to get him off of you even momentarily because your thighs were starting to cramp and your joints were aching. Though you kept trying to push him off, Swonghwa didn't budge and his thrusts never faltered. Heck, he chuckled at your pathetic attempts to be free, enjoying the feeling of you resisting him a little more than he normally should. "Aw, baby," he mocked, pulling away completely momentarily, causing you to gasp at the sudden vacant feeling in your hole, "Weren't you just asking for my attention?" you could hear the pout in his voice and when he suddenly flipped you over, you were able to see it in person. "I thought that's what you wanted, hm? Why else would you mention the fact that you went to buy underwear to have sex in with a guy who seem to think that a good conversation topic is 'what sucks about your boyfriend', hm?" you tried to focus on his voice and hang onto every single one of his words but the feather-light touches of his finger on your pussy was very distracting. You caught pieces of his words, something about how you weren't supposed to ask another man about what can turn another guy on, but the way he was lightly rubbing your cunt and spreading your nether lips apart was electrifying. When he complained about how your action could cause him to get mocked amongst the guys, you were too busy arching your back to actually pay attention and Seonghwa knew, it was his plan all along to fulfil his girlfriend's desire. In his own way, of course.

A sudden slap to your left tit made you gasp and you lifted your head slightly with eyes wide, staring at Seonghwa who had a snarl on his face. "You asked for my attention yet you can't even spare me a lousy bit," he scoffed in annoyance but you knew him enough to notice the hint of playfulness in it. You were about to tell him off because if he really wanted your attention, he should not have been so distracting when he pushed your body slightly off the bed, your head and shoulder now dangling from the bed. "Seonghwa! Let me up!" you squealed, trying your best to hold your head up so you could look at him. But Seonghwa paid you no mind save for the eye contact and even proceeded to slide his arms under your back and anchored them on the back of your neck. With one eyebrow raised challengingly, he said in a flat tone, "No," he stated simply.

Your body was almost forced completely off the bed when he suddenly shoved his whole length into you, leaving you screaming and hand gripping his shoulder tightly. "That's better," he smirked, restarting fucking you with a vigorous speed right off the bat. "F-fuck!" you didn't know which caused your blood to rush up your head faster, the feeling that gravity was pulling you down or the feeling of being filled to the brim. "Seonghwa!" you whined again, trying to claw your way back up but he only responded with a harsh thrust that stilled deep in you, "You know, I let you call me by my name a couple of times, trying to see if you realized what you were doing and correct yourself, but how dare you," one more harsh thrust that pushed you even closer to the floor, "How dare you not call me daddy like you should," he hissed before diving to harshly tug the skin all over your chest, leaving teeth and red marks in hopes that you won't forget who he is to you.

Seonghwa's hips slowly restarted their abuse on your cunt once again which was a nice half-break since your cunt felt sore and the impact was still bruising. Literally, you could feel bruises blooming on your hips and your ass and you realized there was a higher chance of you not being able to walk the next day over Seonghwa changing from fucking the shit out of you to making love. You couldn't even muster anything other than moans, grunts, and whimpers, it even took a huge toll on you to stay alert and responsive and you were only able to achieve so because the grip Seonghwa had on your neck was warm and comfortable, a harsh contrast to his rough treatment on the rest of your body. From head to toe, your whole body tingled from the sensation that was overwhelming.

Like a predator, Seonghwa was looking at you as if he was hungry and had been starving before he got a taste of you. The more satisfied he was over how your cunt was hugging his cock just right, the more he craved for you. He loved how obsessive you could make him when he was in such a state, he loved how you were the only one who was able to unlock this side of him. Most people he talked to about sex only talked about how they felt about the experience which made Seonghwa feel concerned over his love of having your body as his. He loved that he knew how to pleasure you just right, he loved the fact that the sounds you produced were responses to what he did to you, and he absolutely loved how he filled you up with his cum every time you had sex. Seeing the person he loves full of him was exhilarating and he couldn't help but want to make sure that you know who you belonged to.

Thrust after thrust delivered, the room did its best to hold in your cries and contain the overwhelming scent of your activity. The bed had become such a mess that the sheets were lifted up from the corners and bunched but Seonghwa didn't care. In fact, the visual of such a mess framed your figure like a throne. His eyes even twinkled when he saw you shakily came for the nth time that night, body bordering on convulsing as you released with a loud squeal that actually sounded like a scream. But Seonghwa's thrusts never stopped, in fact, when he saw how you got overwhelmed and overstimulated with tears spilling from your eyes and hands trying to push him off, the sick part of him got even more aroused. His hips move as if they have a brain of their own, chasing his high with the help of seeing you looking so pathetic under him. He didn't even care that when he came inside you, the neverending movement of his hips caused the cum your cunt failed to hold to pool under your ass, creating a sticky mess. Still, Seonghwa ground into your hips even after he finished filling you up.

It was only after Seonghwa pulled his cock out of you and pulled you body back to the bed did you realize how the pleasure had turned to pain. You were absolutely ready to just pass out but the sticky feeling of your sweaty body and creamed cunt reminded you how you needed to clean up first. The task seemed annoying but it was important if you didn't want to clean yourself through the aftermath pain the next day

However, just as you were about to get up, Seonghwa forced your body down and crawled up so that he was straddling your chest. Your eyes widened at the sight of his red-tipped, angry, hard cock staring down at you like a gun ready to be unloaded while Seonghwa stared at you with an evil grin on his face. "Oh honey, we're nowhere near being done."

God, you should not have provoked him.

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[thir10th]

The getaway pt.2 - Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

ALL OF THESE CAN BE READ AS STAND-ALONES

summary: it's your first morning on vacation and you decide to go for a swim! tw: where do I start. Smut. Toxic masculinity. Oral sex. Fingering. Emily going from possessive to completely in love w you in like two seconds. Shower sex. Idk lmk if I miss something! a/n: I've gotten a lot of positive feedback on the first chapter which i LOVE, thank y'all who comment, it really helps!

You stare at your reflection on the mirror while you spread some sunscreen on your face, paying special attention to your cheeks and nose. You throw your coverup over you, the thin cloth serves it's purpose to take you from your room to the pool.

"Em! are you almost ready?" you shout at her from the bathroom, but she doesn't answer, so you come out to see what she's been doing instead of getting ready how you had specifically asked her.

"oh, c'mon, really?" you say when you see Emily, sitting on the edge of the bed, checking her phone.

"I'm just checking if we had any messages! That's all, I promise" she says raising her hands, trying to defend herself.

"Emily, please stop worrying, go inside there, put on whatever allows you to sit on a sunbed, and get your ass here so we can actually start our vacation" you say, grabbing her hands and pulling her to stand up, you take the phone off her hands and leave it on the bed.

"ok, you know what? you're right, I'll be back in a second" she says, depositing a soft kiss to your lips, and rushing to the bathroom.

You walk up to the balcony to check if the pool is too crowded.

"Em, it's perfect! I just eyed a spot with our name written on it, it's right next to the bar and far enough from the pool ledge to avoid noise" you yap in a louder voice for her to hear you.

"what? I can't hear you, hey have you seen my shirt?" she says, coming out of the bathroom looking for it while you're still concentrated on the view out the window.

When you turn around, the sight is one for sore eyes. Emily stands there, looking around the bedroom floor absentmindedly "oh- wow" it's all you can manage, mouth dropped.

Her eyebrows lift as she looks up at you, a cocky smile spreading on her lips in amusement when she sees you slack-jawed, frozen in place "like what you see?" her stubborn ass won't ever pass up an opportunity to tease you.

In four large steps you're standing next to her, your fingers tracing the low waistband of her low bikini bottoms.

You nod "This is why i go to work everyday" she scoffs, and you lower your head, connecting your lips with the tender skin of her neck, kissing her there she breathes out at the slow contact, then grabbing your hips and pulling you away from her in a quick motion.

"Hey!" You whine at the loss of contact.

"You said it, c'mon, the sun awaits" she scolds you with a cheeky smile.

"We are on vacation! Can't we just fuck and then go later?" you complain, already knowing the answer.

"No, c'mon, chop chop" she says, throwing her coverup over her shoulders and grabbing her bag. Well, two can play that game.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

When you get to the pool, you take exactly the same seat you had previously devised from your room. Emily places the towels on top of the lounge beds, and sits on hers.

She shoots you a threatening look behind her sunglasses when she sees you sitting beside her just the same.

"hey, need sunscreen?" she asks, holding the bottle up.

"Em, you just want me to take my clothes off and rub stuff on my body" you remark.

"so what if i do? C'mon, take that shit off" she says sitting upright, encouraging you.

"fine" You oblige, stripping off the flowy, white button up cover up.

"Hell, love, if i had seen this i would've taken your suggestion of staying in" she says, biting her lip, her eyes run up and down your body.

"focus, you offered sunscreen remember?" you say, snapping your fingers at her, and turn your back so you're laying flat on your stomach all along the surprisingly comfortable lounge chair, specially in that position.

With your eyes closed, you hear Emily squeezing the sunscreen bottle into her hands.

She starts by rubbing the back of your legs, applying just the right pressure on your calves, massaging the tense muscles.

She takes some more sunscreen, rubs it in her hands, and then moves to get your shoulders. Her skilled fingers massage all the way down to your shoulder blades.

You let a moan escape your lips from the soft pressure on your lower back, she squeezes your hips just hard enough, and chuckles when you let out another sound in pleassure.

"Baby, you're making a scene" she warns you, but you couldn't care any less, not when her touch moves back to your legs, this time to get your thighs.

Her fingers move dangerously up. Her fingers sink on your skin, you can feel her hands moving further up as she keeps working on your muscles.

You let out a louder whine when her fingers bruise where your thighs meet the curve of your ass. Your small bikini bottoms doesn't leve too much the imagination, so lucky for you, she doesn't find any other way of protection when she massages your ass.

You feel so relaxed agains her soft strokes, and the way her fingers sink into your flesh. You barely remember how she might just be taking a bit longer than this process should.

"If you keep that up you will see me making a scene so i suggest you stop what you're doing, or i will get kicked out for public indecency" you whisper to her when her face gets close enough to yours again.

She surprisingly obeys, and leaves you with one last pat.

"ok, all done" she concludes, and sits back in her lounge chair.

"c'mon, your turn" you say, taking her but surprise, but she doesn't complain, she simply smiles and turns around like you had just done.

Damn, you think, if this is what is going to be for the whole weekend, m¡we may not be able to leave that hotel room at all, we need to cool off.

A sudden squeaky sound takes you out of your thoughts, right before you can pick up the sunscreen bottle.

One of those pool rubber balls lands right next to you, and you grab it, turning around to see where it came from.

A group of shirtless guys looks at you from the pool, one of them raises his arms, trying to get your attention "ball help?" he yells.

You walk to them, and hand him the ball, you would've thrown it, but those kind of plastic ones are a bit unpredictable, and you wouldn't want to run for the ball again.

"thanks, hey, can I buy you a drink?" the guy says, he brushes his hair out of his face, so clear to you that he is flexing his arm as he does.

"ugh, no, thanks" you say, trying to be polite, bbut he doesn't seem to take a no for an answer.

"c'mon, how can i pay you back?" he says with a side smile that you wonder if it has ever worked before for him.

"look, man, we're just trying to have a nice time, alright?" you try to keep your cool as much as you can, but this guy really doesn't seem to get the message.

"oh, you having a nice time really is all i want" you fins the comment repulsive, as he raises his brow to you, his friends around him listening, encouraging his words.

"hey, something wrong here?" you hadn't heard Emily come over to where you are, she places her hand on your lower back in a protective gesture.

"oh, nothing around we're just hanging out" he explains. "c'mon baby, you bring your friend with you?" the audacity takes you by surprise.

"friend?" Emily repeats, her hand gripping your waist harder, you know she's about to do something she will later regret, so you decide to take care of it for your sake.

"Ok, you know what? let's do it, swim race, you and me, if you win, you can buy us drinks, if i win, you leave us the hell alone, for real, alright?" his friends encourage him, he smiles at me with a triumphant smile, he brushes his hair trying to flex his arm muscles once again, this time a bit harder. You hear Emily scoff right behind you.

"I like it, I'll let you ten extra seconds just to keep it even" the masculinity display is making you gag.

"oh, no need" Emily gives your waist one last squeeze, before walking away to leave you space to maneuver.

"oh, I wanna see this" she mutters only for you to hear.

As the boy gets out of the pool to take his side next to you, you think back to your academy years. Being a swimmer in high school had helped you through all the physically demanding fitness tests, you remind yourself all the times you had exceeded the water rescue tests, plus, you really liked it.

One of his friends does the countdown, and without thinking too much about it, you throw yourself headfirst in the water.

You aren't thinking too hard about it, you just get to it, and swim. You swim fast. When you reach the end of the pool, you turn in a fast and fluid motion that he doesn't expect, and is definitely not ready for nor he can replicate, which takes him a couple extra seconds to recover.

When you reach the finish line, and you get your head oout of the water, you realized you had dragged the attention from more than one at the pool.

Most importantly, you realize he has lost.

Some people do a little cheer, and his group of friends opt to laugh defeatedly.

You search for your girlfriend, standing right on the pool ledge where you had left her, a proud look and a triumphant smile on her face.

"sorry, guys, maybe another time, or never" she says, waving them away with her hand.

You climb up the ladder to get out, and walk up to her with your arms open. She grabs your face with both your hands to pull you in, crashing her lips against yours in a fervent kiss, your hands grip her waist.

Their eyes burn in your back, you can feel them staring, you could've just started by doing this, and it would've been enough probably, but what was the fun in that?

Emily still kisses you, you can feel her desperation on your mouth, she pours all her feelings in the kiss, and you can only hope that group of assholes is still watching.

When she finally pulls away, her hands softly move away a couple of wet strands of your hair, and her fingers trace your lips sweetly.

"you know, that was amazing" she says, both of you in your own little world like usual.

"Oh yeah, well, no problem" you say in a husky voice, playing it down.

"And do you have any idea how sexy that was, and how badly i want you right now?" she growls.

Your blood rumbles in your ears, the adrenaline from the race still running through your system, and the effect of your girlfriend's hands all over your body still resonating on your skin. You peck her lips, grab her hand, and walk with her to leave the pool, and find your way back to your room.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Emily inserts the card on the lock of the door, the green light flickers and she pushes the door open with a loud thud.

She aggressively pushes your hips agains the door to close it. You feel a subtle pain on your lower back which turns quickly into heat, as she grabs your thigh with her hand, making you jump to pick you up and push you again agains the door.

This new position allowing her a great access to your neck, she nibbles at the soft skin, licks up and mouths the slope, your soft skin will probably show deep purple marks tomorrow, nothing you could care remotely about right now,

Not when Emily's hand grabs a handful of your ass, and takes you in her arms to bed, tossing you in the middle of the mattress.

She walks away from you, you whine at the lost proximity, she just snaps the do not disturb sign on the outside door handle, and locks it again.

You're breathing uncontrollably when she gets to you, she's still wearing her two piece, the small black fabric barely covers her, and you notice how one of her nipples is basically out, caused by your harsh entrance.

You eye it, and holding her hands, you try to attract her body to yours so you can get her breast in your mouth, but Emily has other plans.

"What was that there baby? What happened to the let it slide, and the easy, Prentiss?" You're at a loss for words, the softness of your voice only makes your heart beat faster, your arousal growing with every touch of hers.

She loops her fingers in the waistband of your bikini bottoms and drags them down your legs. “You didn't just shush him, you crushed him" she kisses your stomach, brushes her lips teasingly over your hipbone.

"Em, please" you whine, breathing loudly.

"please what, honey? c'mon, cat got your tongue? You had a lot of say before, what happened to that?" her hands run through your inner thighs, and avoids getting anywhere near where you actually want her.

She knocks your feet apart, the motion taking a loud gasp out of you.

"keep them open, or I'll tie them open" she threatens.

You're dripping, damn near glistening, and she cups your center, feeling the arousal in her palm, your hips buck at the sudden contact, but you keep your volume in check.

"Good girl" the softness of the petname makes you moan loudly "ssh, it's ok baby" you purr and she enjoys watching the shiver in your muscles.

She kneels in front of your opened legs, her hands still caressing your inner thighs. Your sounds drive her crazy, god she loves to have you like this.

She slithers further down, spreading your folds. "Goddamnit please, Em, do something" you whine.

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” She sinks between your spread thighs, fingers curling and tongue on your clit to soothe the overly sensitive bud.

"Right there love. Oh- that feels so good" you encourage her.

You know how much she loves when you ask nicely, if the situation was different, if you couldn't already feel the muscles on your abdomen clenching, then maybe you would try to tease her too. Not right now, now you need to come now, maybe later you can think about something else.

She adds a little more pressure to her fingers and tongue, and you moan her name, reaching your climax as you arch off the bed.

You open your eyes, coming down from your orgasm, to meet Emily's face close to yours, her gaze softens when your smile meets hers.

"hey, ok?" she asks, checking up on you.

"perfect, but my hair is still wet, and i need a shower" you nod.

"ok, easy, hold on to me" she says, holding your arm, allowing you to deposit all your weight onto her.

The bathroom is big and spacious, the shower head has different modes to set what kind of stream you want. Emily opens it and the warm water falls creating something similar to a heavy rain.

As you stand next to her, you notice how she's still dressed, if that small bikini could count as dressed.

You surround her with your arms, untying the knot of the top from the back, pulling the string you let it fall to the ground, and you kneel to take the bottoms off.

She holds to your shoulders with both hands, and takes her legs out of the small fabric one by one. You observe her from that angle, she looks down at you, she always looks pretty, but in the comfort of your shared intimacy, you could swear she was shinning.

She pulls you uo by your hand, and you both get under the shower water, the stream wide enough to fit both of you.

You shoot a look at her pebbled nipples, feeling almost hypnotized by the way her hair starts to fall over her shoulders, you connect your lips with hers again.

Her mouth welcomes you, letting you win in the fight for dominance, you kiss your way down to her neck, making sure to lick and suck on the most sensitive area that you know drives her crazy.

You kiss all the way around her collarbones, and she moans at the feeling of your hands and lips on her.

She takes all her strength on her to let out a breathless chuckle and encourage your intentions.

"C'mon baby, you got me all worked up already" she says on her low signature sex voice that she knows drives you crazy.

"Let me take care of you, Em" you whisper to her ear, one of your hands move up to play with her breast, you tug the bud between your fingers, squeezing and caressing,

You find her clit immediately, which makes her gasp.

She rocks her hips against you, you know when and how to stroke or circle or flick. You know exactly how much pressure drives her crazy. You already know how to play her body the way she likes it, and she knows you know, so she bucks against your fingers, wanting more of you.

The onslaught of her clit has been nearly constant since you stuck your hand there, she can feel her abdomen muscles clenching, and you play her just the way she needs to get her to her release.

You crash your lips against hers, swallowing up her moans, and you flick her clit repeatedly until she comes undone in your arms.

You wait for her to catch her breath. You both do, you kiss every square inch of skin you can find, her neck, her face, her nose, her chest...

"You destroying those guys is an image that will follow me for a long time" she presses your lips in a sloppy kiss "and i couldn't be happier".

Emily takes her time to massage your scalp, trying to get all the chlorine off your hair. When you both start feeling cold despite the water being warm, you decide it's time to get out.

Emily steps out of the shower, grabbing one of the fluffy and soft bathrobes hanging on the wall and putting it on.

You observe her naked figure from the shower, her slightly muscular back moving along with every step she took, and her long legs have you practically drooling. God, she is too perfect,

She comes back to you, opening her arms and holding the bathrobe open for you to slip in. She ties the knot closing it, and wraps you in her arms on a warm hug.

She holds your waist, and rests her head on your shoulder.

"Em, it's lunchtime already, we should get going" you say, moving away a strand of wet hair falling over her face, and kissing her scalp.

"Just one minute. You feel so warm like this"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Ok, sorry I kept you waiting, i hope it was worth it and this isn't shit!

Yes, this is a direct reference to that one Station 19 scene.

Also, I was a swimmer in high school, so i projected a little, i'm literally just a girl <3

Like and reblog. Feedback is greatly appreciated <333

[sl-vega]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ I DON'T KNOW MUCH, BUT I KNOW I WANT YOU

pairing: Hiori Yo x [FEM!] Reader

genre: fluff, first crush, oneshot/drabble, hiori character study if you squint, classmates to lovers, pre-bluelock au, canon compliant

synopsis: hiori knows something is wrong with him when he can't focus during practice, or during games, or during anything really. he initially pins the blame on you, you're the only thing occupying his mind whenever he tries to do anything. karasu says hiori's got it bad (aka he's in love) but there's no way, ...right? (or in which our cyan haired prodigy tries to figure out his very obvious feelings for you, and karasu teases him like the amazing friend he is)

CW: mild language, potentially ooc hiori and karasu, mentions of toxic/controlling parents (I mean it's hiori what do you expect?) 

part one // part two // part three

The whistle sounded, and the match came to an end, and Bambi Osaka Youth had...

Lost actually.

Normally Hiori would've been worried about his parents' reaction. How they would make sure he got even more practice than usual, and how his mother would put him on another excessive and controlling diet.

Normally Hiori would be dreading the walk back home, already feeling the disappointment radiating off of his father, even if they weren't present at the match itself. The fear that maybe today would be that day that his parents would stop loving him, the day where his facade would finally shatter. The day that he would finally fall off the thin tight rope that he had been clinging to his whole life.

But today, his thoughts were anything but normal.

The only thing plaguing his mind was you, some pretty girl that became his seatmate in school a few weeks ago.

He spotted you before heading to the change rooms with the rest of his teammates today, and his mind reverted to the dumb fantasies he always got whenever your were around.

They usually consisted of him holding your hand, giving you your favorite flowers, or sometimes they were just snapshots of you.

Your smile, your voice, anything and everything about you drove him crazy.

Not that he would ever admit it.

Hiori's developed a sixth sense to your presence, even during the short time that's he's known you. He doesn't know why, nor does he know the name of the feeling that makes his heart jump to his throat whenever he hears your laugh, but he's always certain whenever you're nearby.

He decided to risk a glance, and lo and behold, there you were, chatting with a friend about something. Your face lit up at something that she said, and you playfully swatted her arm in retaliation to something.

"It's rude ta' stare ya' know."

With a mere brush of shoulders, Hiori's attention was drawn away from you, and to his raven haired teammate instead. Karasu leans forward to get a better look at you, quickly analyzing your behaviour and mannerisms before turning back to his teammate.

"So that why you've been so distracted lately."

Karasu looked at Hiori with that shit-eating grin of his. That same face he always makes whenever he sees right through him. It was almost concerning how well his upperclassman seemed to know him.

"If ya' like her so much, you should just talk to her."

"I- I don't like her."

"Those starry eyes of yers' say otherwise."

Hiori looked away and tried his best to hide the red hue that spreads across his face. Of course there was no point in doing so since he was dealing with the ever-so-lovely Karasu Tabito, but he didn't need his teammates calling him out.

Not yet at least, he didn't even know what was going on in his own head, or heart for that matter.

Their coach called them over, everyone was about to be granted leave, the two of them walked over and positioned themselves next to the rest of the team, and coach went on about how they shouldn't slack off during practice or somethin'

Not that Hiori could care, seeing as how you were only a few meters away from him, some cheaply painted fence being the only thing standing in between the two of you.

Coach kept lecturing and scolding them, but Hiori's gaze kept wandering back to you.

Why were you here? Were you watching the game? Were you watching him? Did you like soccer? Had you watched his other games before? If you did, how has he not noticed yet? Maybe one of his teammates knew you personally. Wait- what if you were dating someone on the team?-

Hiori doesn't know why, but the thought of you being taken gives him a sinking feeling.

Suddenly he felt a blunt kick against his ankle. It's Karasu, of course.

"What the fu-"

"Not my fault yer' too busy ogling at her to concentrate, consider this a favour."

The older boy quickly cut him off before any crass language could fall from his lips, and Hiori's focus returned to whatever their coach was saying, but his superior's words simply entered one ear and exited the other.

His mind was still filled with thoughts of you, and only you, and when he saw you leave with your friend from the corner of his eye, he felt that same sinking feeling again.

When their coach finally dismissed them, Hiori was tempted to try and catch up with you, but he doesn't dare, Bambi Osaka lost, which was already enough to get a scolding from his parents, but coming home late? 'Cuz of a girl no less?

Yeah, he wasn't that reckless, even when it came to you

Though that same sinking feeling returns when he saw your figure slowly leave his vision, already missing your presence.

Apparently his gloom was evident, because the second he returned his focus back to his teammates once more, he was met with Karasu and that God forsaken look of his.

It was still incredibly concerning of how easy it was for his senior to pick him apart with a simple glance.

"She's gonna think yer' some creep if ya' keep staring at 'er like that."

"Shut up ya' stupid crow."

Karasu took a few steps forward, but slowed down his pace because he was waiting for Hiori to follow him. He had actually gotten the approval of his parents to take the train back home with Karasu. Hiori didn't know how, but he wasn't complaining.

The younger boy followed him, as they walked off the field with the rest of their team.

Everyone exchanged farewells before dispersing into their own groups, some walking home and others heading to a local convenience store or cafe to wind down.

And that left Hiori and Karasu to walk to the station, Karasu leading the way, and Hiori following him like a puppy.

The walk was silent for quite some time, the only prominent view being Karasu's back facing towards him.

Of course, Karasu couldn't keep that big mouth of his shut, and it seemed like today was no different.

"So what's she like?"

"What do ya mean?"

Karasu rolled his eyes and gave him an unimpressed look.

"That girl."

Hiori paused for a second, he actually didn't know that much about you, he thought you were really nice, and pretty, and you always lent him your stationary, even though you forgot it on some days. You even let him keep a turquoise glitter gel pen of yours since he seemed to like writing with them so much.

"It matches your eyes."

He distinctly remembers your words from a couple weeks ago, when your hands brushed as you gave him the pen, and the way you smiled when you pulled it out of your pencil case. The pen's ink was halfway finished but there was still a substantial amount left.

"Lemme know if you need another!"

He wouldn't admit it but he exclusively used that pen for all his assignments from that day forward.

Suddenly he heard Karasu clear his throat, snapping him out of his daydreams and back to reality.

"Uh, she's..."

Hiori paused once more, trying to think of a word that could actually do you justice.

"....nice?"

"So ya don't know anything about 'er other than the fact that yer' whipped for 'er?"

He was taken aback by the blunt statement, but it was true, other than the fact that he knew that you were nice, he didn't know much else about you.

"Must be one hell of a gal if she can get the attention of our local prodigy without tryin'"

Hiori playfully swatted his shoulder.

"I told ya not to call me that! But yeah, she is."

Maybe Hiori didn't know much about romance, or about you, but there was one thing he knew for sure.

If it came to you, he was willing to change that.

[shininglightmentalhealthevent]

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Who can sign up, & what are you looking for? There will not be applications, instead there are open sign ups that will close once an undecided number of people have filled it out. Anyone who is 16 or older and who writes in any style is welcome to join! Poetry, short story, anything. The word range for a typical style writing piece is 300 to 3,000 words. You can focus on an original character, fandom character, or real person in your life.

When are things happening? The Discord server will open at the end of February, and a PDF of the compiled works will be released Mid-May. See the schedule graphic above for more dates, and the schedule channel in the Discord has even more specific info.

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Who is running it? @th3-dark-abyss is the head mod and organizer of this event! There is a team of five other mods helping, who will be credited as well.

Why is this event a thing anyway? Abyss (that's me) is working on their Girl Scout Gold Award! It's the highest award that a scout their age can earn; it requires 80+ service hours towards a project of their choosing that has a lasting, positive impact on a community. There have been a few hurdles, but I'm pushing through and I'd really love if you applied and/or shared the posts wherever you can!

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You are not alone ❤️

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[peachsayshi]

peach u should absolutely 100% share that nanami thought

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sugar daddy!nanami x babysitter!fem reader ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ minors/ageless/blank blogs dni (this blog is 20+ of follows)

➳ tags: single dad nanami; porn with little plot; nipple play; pussy drunk nanamin; oral (female receiving); overstimulation; squirting; mentions of cum; dirty talk ➳ n: don't ask about my mental state when I wrote this.

nanami hasn't been intimate with a woman in two and half years. so, of course, he can’t help but be in a constant state of heat when he’s around you in such close quarters. his last relationship was serious enough for him to invest in an engagement ring, but a surprise pregnancy ultimately turned his life upside down. one minute he was ready to start a family, and the next he found himself abandoned by his partner who left him to raise his son all by himself.

nanami didn't have time to process the devastation of that experience with a toddler to worry about. instead, he buried himself in his work and channeled all his focus on raising yuji. he absolutely adored being a father to his bubbly little boy, but he knew that he couldn't keep relying on his parents to take on the extra pressure as he juggled between his very successful career and fatherhood.

you were a part time babysitter, but a godsend to nanami.

hiring you proved to be the best kind of luxury he could afford, and the man was finally able to acknowledge that he was spreading himself far too thin. with you around, he managed to catch his breath for the first time in two years and the cherry on top was that yuji absolutely adored you.

of course, the arrangement worked out both ways.

you were strapped for cash after paying off your loans, and with the cost of living skyrocketing in the last couple of years, you knew you needed to take on a second job just to make ends meet. not only was nanami the sweetest employer, but he offered you a very generous salary.

the man isn't shy to admit that you brought a little light back into his life, as well as some peace and much needed quiet.

he found himself having more alone time during the weekends, especially on saturdays when yuji would stay by his grandparents and you were off from work.

that's when it dawned on him just how lonely he'd been all these years. he shouldn’t have been surprised that his dormant sexual appetite emerged once you came into the picture, and that he regularly began touching himself with the thought of fucking you in every position imaginable.

after one of his solo sessions, when your name escaped him in a broken grunt as he came all over his palm, a bold proposition crossed his mind…

…you've been doing such an amazing job with yuji, why not help fulfill his needs to?

he knew how much this could backfire if things turned sour, but nanami was also aware of your financial circumstances and decided that the risk was worth taking.

he treated the conversation professionally; along with a monthly salary, he offered to cover any and all of your expenses in exchange for you quitting your job and working exclusively for him.

he had "new terms" in regards to your position. you would continue taking care of yuji as usual, but every saturday would be dedicated to having scheduled "dates" with nanami. he was expecting a companionship, preferably one that was physical, but he wasn’t going to force you with anything you were uncomfortable with. you were to join him on any work or family trips, but he reassured you that you were allowed to take any personal breaks and holidays as you saw fit. he would be flexible with you just as long as you stick to the demands of the contract he drafted.

“can I think about it?” you asked him a little breathlessly, your cheeks scorching hot as you clenched your thighs tightly together in your seat.

“take whatever time you need,” he politely replied. “I want you to think it through”

- ♡ -

this pretty cupless corset top with the matching lace thong is the most expensive present you’ve ever received. the detail on the set itself is stunning, molding around your body like a piece of art. your skin is the canvas beneath the see through material, showing off the printed panels and lacy embroidered detailing.

nanami handed you the present just the night before as he walked you out the door.

“wear this tomorrow,” he whispered in your ear, smirking with amusement and anticipation.

you feel so exposed with your tits exposed out like this, hard nipples poking against the air as you watch your employer wrap his mouth over one of the tender buds.

you hiss as he swipes his tongue along the peak, nipping at the tip with his teeth before sucking gently. your thighs were still trembling from the orgasm he just delivered from this act alone, and you can feel your arousal stick to your inner thighs as it soaked through your underwear.

“ah-ah!” you whine, your lashes fluttering close as you arch your hips lightly against his pelvis. “nanami-san…”

it’s strange hearing yourself call out his name this way, the tone unfamiliar and foreign to your ears.

those strong, beautiful hands leave your waist and travel to your breasts. nanami squeezes your tits and drags his thumbs over the taut peaks as he places a kiss along the boning of your corset.

“I'd rather be inside you, but I haven’t tasted pussy in ages…” he admits shyly against your ribs, his mouth traveling further down to the space between your legs.

your thighs nearly snap close, but he sternly pinches your nipples to keep them spread.

“Such a pretty thing, I bet you taste like heaven ...” he contemplates, nuzzling his nose into your clothed crotch and breathing in the scent of your arousal. he swipes his tongue over the soaked material, his brown eyes turning hazy as he glances up at you from between your legs, "mmm, you really fucking do..."

your spine quivers from the vibration of his deep voice, and his vulgar choice of words. nanami releases his hands from your chest and proceeds to tug your underwear to the side while keeping one thigh nice and open for him.

he licks his lips at the dewy wet mess and groans.

"fuck, I could cum just looking you."

he places featherlight kisses over your clit, one after the other, until you sigh dreamily as your head fall backs against the pillow. he keeps you spread while his tongue massages over the sensitive button and parts your folds. he slurps, nips, and kisses to his heart's content - the tension knitting the front of his brows together from how your pussy intoxicates him.

he draws out another orgasm, his hand kneading your shaking thigh as your essence coats the lower have of his face. he can feel himself leaking through his boxers, so he ruts against the mattress to give himself some relief.

he moves to focus on just your clit, making noises as he lewdly sucks on the bud. his other hand finds your dripping hole, and he manages to slip two fingers inside with ease. he brushes his digits upward, the pads stroking over your gummy walls and turning your sensual moans into desperate little whimpers.

the pressure is unbearable; the tight coil around abandon an ache that you can't even stand. your hand threads between his golden strands, your manicured nails digging into his scalp which eggs him on even further. your eyes roll to the back of your head, your jaw goes slack when he touches just the right spot that has tears of relief falling down your cheeks.

your body spasms when your third orgasm trickles through you in an eruption, a gush squirting from between your legs and painting nanami's hand, forearm and neck.

"good girl," he grunts as he peppers kisses over your pubis and along your hip.

you're trembling as you readjust your position to sit up again. nanami finally shifts his body to sit upright, his knees on either side of your thighs. he pulls his dick out of his boxers and starts stroking his thick, veiny cock. you're panting to catch your breath, mouth slightly dry at the sight of the bulbous head.

"s-shit, I can't h-hold off any longer," he admits with a shaky voice, his heavy eyes locking on yours as he continues jacking off. "gonna have to cum on those beautiful tits, darling..."

you sheepishly reach one hand to tweak at your nipple to provoke him, "do whatever you want with me, I'm yours."

your sensual delivery tips him over the edge and with just a couple more strokes, he finally reaches his climax and shoots white ropes all over your chest.

you crawl up his body as he comes down from his high, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your tainted chest against his own strong torso. you brush your finger over his undercut, leaving a kiss along his jaw before murmuring against his lip: "was that good for you, nanami san?"

he grins as he reaches to grip the flesh of your rear, his lips closing the gap of space where he steals a messy, open mouthed kiss. "better than I expected, " he reassures as he nips at your bottom lip, careful not to confess that he's pined for this moment night after night.