#wow this ended up longer than I expected

[perpetualexistence]

Izzy and Noah being nerds ft. a very confused Eva

With Izzy's high IQ and 1000 thoughts zooming through her head at light speed, she 100% strikes me as the type of girl who created a whole language just for fun. It sounds like complete gibberish, so when she's using it everyone just assumes it's Izzy being Izzy.

Noah's the first one who starts picking up on a pattern in her 'gibberish' and asks her about it. Izzy denies it because she thinks it's funnier if she does.

Noah knows she's lying. Izzy knows that Noah knows she's lying. Noah knows that Izzy knows that Noah knows she's lying. This is an endless loop of knowing. The point is, Noah is now convinced to call her out on this lie out of sheer spite.

He starts paying more attention. He starts reading books on linguistics. He has a journal with theories and what he's managed to translate so far.

Eva has to be the one to tell Noah to chill for once. Eva believes him because she believes Izzy would do something like that. He can stop. Noah would love to. But his pride and his intelligence have been insulted. He just can't.

Plus, despite all outward appearances, this is actually pretty fun for him. He doesn't get a lot of intellectual challenges. Izzy's also enjoying feeding him clues and being a little gremlin about this. And hearing him have little mental breakdowns such as 'Is she seriously using that monosyllable as both a prefix and suffix with different meanings?!'

Eventually Noah gets confident enough to respond to her when she says something in Izzy Language. She lights up like a Christmas tree and responds in kind. Next thing either of them knows they're carrying a full blown conversation.

Leaving Eva, who has been been standing there this whole time, to go:

Eventually they explain things to her. Eva doesn't really care to learn it herself but won't stop them from going off so long as they don't use it to leave her out of conversations.

She does pick up a few words though: Their names. Yes. No. Stop.

And every swear word.

Naturally.

[l1-b1]

This song and lloyd… ourgh my heart hurts

[omaano]

MMA Fighter AU for @bobadinweek's bingo - with which I have a bingo! (I'll post my card under the read more cut for proof) I treated it more as a pose drawing exercise, but in the process I grew very fascinated with the idea of Boba having some biomech tattoos (as opposed to the geometrical armor based design I default to for Din) especially on the leg he is often headcanoned to lose to the sarlacc - and if you can make out anything of that on Boba it was inspired by Arno B Ink's work

Whoop whoop! I've never achieved a bingo before!! I did a bit of colour coding, because that's how I work, and the blue ones needed to be switched up (the orange ones are the prompts I REALLY want to complete, and the yellow circles are the ones with the possibility of an idea.... So I'll want to go off these prompts outside of the deadline as well, I suppose. It'd be a shame to waste all those reference images I took for the Razor Crest Lives prompt XD). I've been aiming for the T-shaped bingo, but I don't have very high hopes with finishing anything for the FREE and Assassins & Spys prompts in the remaining time - gotta get back to work and all that....

I will make a round up post in two weeks with all my finished prompts all the same however many that will be - we shall see! :)

[bananasfosterparent]

I definitely think there are more AA enjoyers out there (including some Spawn fans who claim otherwise, remember how many of them were salivating over AA's sex scene in the beginning but now they're all saying they actually hate it because he's dissociating in it) but the thing is AA fans have become the fandom's punching bag which makes it really difficult for a lot of people to publicly come out as liking this route without potentially being called delusional, told that you may end up being abused irl and other crap like this because how can you not see his toxic and abusive behavior. It also doesn't help that even one of the writers who worked on his character claimed that players who chose this route only saw him as a sex object lmao

I know there are spawn fans who like AA because every time I see AA romance scene posts in places like OnlyFangs and the Astarion facebook groups I'm in, I ALWAYS see comments like "I can't ascend him but this is so hot!!" or "thank you for posting this! I'd never do this to pookie, but I have to admit this is got me🥵🥵🥵" or panty dropping gifs and things like that. So they can thirst after AA (but we are the only ones sexualizing him, remember!), yet simultaneously talk about how much they hate that version of him. It really makes no sense. Just enjoy all of Astarion! No guilt, excuses, disclaimers, or abuse required!

It's really unfortunate. I understand why some AA fans keep quiet in the fandom. There are a few people in one of the AA discords I'm in, who are only active in that discord and nowhere else in the fandom because theyre just tired/afraid of the negativity. That's ridiculous to me! The fact that people literally can't even comfortably just exist in the fandom without the fear of being bullied for NOTHING.

I have been told I'm "romanticizing abuse" directly and indirectly more times than I can count and it doesn't get better with frequency. And when you factor in that many AA fans ourselves have had experiences with abuse and trauma, it's just such a poor taste statement that literally has 0 ground. I mean, if any romanticizing of abuse were happening, wouldn't it be Larian doing it anyway? Aren't they the ones allowing the romance to continue after ascension with positive dialog choices, and sharing the AA kisses on Valentine's Day posts? Why not come after them instead of fans? If the relationship between AA and his Consort was "written to be abusive" then shouldn't Larian write that so clearly that literally no one can argue about it and there is no doubt in anyone's mind? So why then, is that not shown in the game? And why come after the people interpreting the story differently instead of the company for not making the story's message so airtight, it can't be argued?

Hint: because it's not written to canonly be an abusive relationship, that wasn't Larian's intention and nor should it be. The intention was to create an evil romance route and that's exactly what it is. Anything outside of that is up to YOU.

I think that's where the superiority complex steps in though. That whole "you AA fans just aren't media literate and clever enough to understand the deep, meta meaning of this cautionary abuse tale!" thing.

It also feels like an underlying misogyny thing too. A majority of Astarion fans in general are women and AFAB people. I see spawn fans always calling us "AA girlies" and I never see the reverse. And when it comes to AA fans, it feels a lot like a "let's save/educate the poor naive girls from themselves and their foolishness." When many AA fans aren't even female and certainly aren't naive or young impressionable people looking to have a real life AA.

As for the Co-Writer Who Will Not Be Named... that whole situation is a perfect example of someone abusing their position/influence. They knew players would take their word as law, without actually thinking about it in the context of it being a rolepaying game. So their opinion and agenda is taken as a canon fact when they only did minimal writing AND they can't speak for anyone else's Tav/Durge but their own.

Saying "When Tav ascends Astarion, it means they only see him as a sexual object." is just like saying "Tav keeps Astarion a spawn because they want control over him." Can you roleplay both of those things? ABSOLUTELY. But for most Spawn fans, I'm sure that is NOT why your Tav did it, especially if they're romancing him.

What Welch said is exactly the same type of statement. Their position and professional contribution to the game holds no water in context of their statement being universally applied to all Tavs and Durges that ascend Astarion. It may be how they see it, it may be the impression they tried to get the dialog to convey, but it's all up to each individual player how it's interpreted.

[melverie]

Yeah about the lucifer part it kinda of weird not saying i want mc to be solution of everything but still,but I saw someone I don't remember where saying that maybe , the fact the is always the reason will feed his ego(mc telling him during asmo and mamon that he was the solution or something)and will be the reason why he's sin will overtake him,but we'll have to wait and see if this pattern will continue also the lack of romance is making the story feel like mc is just a spectator rather than a character like twisted wonderland mc also who is [redacted] ? Ps sorry for the bad English.

Don't worry about your English, I understood you just fine!^^

Actually, I do want MC to be the solution to everything. This is a dating sim, let the main characters be significant to the love interests >:((

Okay, no but in all seriousness. I get that they're all connected to Lucifer in some way--5 of them literally followed him to war while Satan was literally born out of his wrath. So I get that Lucifer would somehow have to be connected to whatever it is they're going through. I just feel it's especially frustrating this time around, because every single time Satan had some sort of conflict in the og game, it was Lucifer that either resolved it completely, or he was the first step to resolving it. MC literally did not even have to be there and things would have turned out the same

And while I was partially joking about wanting MC be the solution to every single problem these boys have, I do think that having MC be the one resolving the current conflicts would serve the narrative OF THIS DATING SIM better since it would allow us to better connect with the characters. Plus imo it would have more weight if MC's the one helping all of them since they already know the people they'll become and what kind of change they are capable of. ++ I already talked about this once, but Satan and MC are tied together by the circumstances of their existences which would technically allow for an even deeper connection between the two, and it would have been nice to see that come into play somehow..

Ooh, I haven't thought about that! Lucifer usually manages to be in control of things most of the time, including his pride seemingly, at least, but that might just be the catalyst for it all. Though to be fair I don't think the writers will end up giving him an actual reason for his sin taking over either..

And it really does! I'm not saying we need romance 24/7, and I get that with season 1 they might have wanted to go slow with it, since in a way we basically just met the cast (though it's still a little frustrating), but hardly any romance even in season 2? Let alone in the events?? Come on..

Speaking of romance though--THE PHONE CALLS!!! The one thing they got so incredibly right. I'm guessing most people aren't there yet, but the pattern seems to be that around halfway through they become more romantic, and they pulled it off so well (at least for the ones I've already read). I was literally giggling like a little kid experiencing their first crush while reading some of these and one made me cry

Also, [redacted] is the brother that's supposedly going to be next. I didn't write his name because I didn't want people to get spoiled by simply reading my tags

[annoyingheartenthusiast]

Toontown X Puzzlevision SMG4 (all i have are vauge ideas so far)

in the early days of C.O.G.S Inc: there was a 6th department ran by a cog named Puzzles and his department was all about TV programming. Puzzles was close with the other cog bosses, despite not being nearly as tall as most of them (at least, a without his special vehicle which is big actor/director chair) once he was commissioned by the VP to create a son for him. Puzzles liked making shows, but he grew tired of the same old and fairly unpopular cog shows, he wanted something more entertaining and dare he say "fun" to make, to make a perfect show for everyone. one night while exploring outside of cog territory. he quite literally bumps into a toon. at this point in time neither toon nor cog have heard of each other. but after getting to know this (as of now unnamed) toon. at one-point Puzzles suggested if they could privately make a cartoon with them, to which the toon happily agreed to. when they released their show, it was the best thing Puzzles put out in years, it even just about to get 5 stars. that is, until the chairman caught-on to what was happening. he called Puzzles and his friend to his office to explain themselves. when they got to the part where they explained who/what the toon was and where she lived. the Chairman got the bright idea to harvest this toon's town of its resources. Puzzles and the toon rejected his idea. but the chairman wasn't going to take no for an answer and a big confrontation took place, puzzles tried to explain to his boss that if one toon could improve his ratings, imagine what teamwork between toons and cogs could do. the chairman retorted that he got better ratings because he had help! by himself? he will never make the perfect show. that was the last thing puzzles heard before the room fell apart. causing the toon & Puzzles to go unconscious. The chairman left just before it all fell apart, when he came back, he promptly decided to shut down the TV department, lock away the toon and Puzzles, separately. and move forward with his plans to harvest Toontown. and that's where it ended, until now. for one reason or another, puzzles reactivated and left the storage room he was in undetected. Instead of repairing his old head, he completely cut it off in favor of using one of his old TVs for a head. it became clear Mr. Puzzles was not the cog he was before. with a more screws lose in his head and mind. he is more determined than ever to create the perfect show and get 5 stars. he's gonna use the thing that almost got him 5 stars last time. toons. he will set up genre themed adventures for them to go on. (👁🤠🕴) then he will take over C.O.G.S forcing unimposing cogs to work for him backstage and locking up any cogs who DO appose. then he will trap all the toons in Toontown in his world to play in his shows. all for his streaming service. and once he gets 5 stars, he'll make sure EVERYONE can join the fun :)

there are a few cogs who are planning to stop him. like Misty, Chip, Cathal, Thomas, Buck & Dave. hopefully they'll succeed

[deafmangoes]

The Ferengi: Misogyny, Sexuality and Internalised Homophobia

A two-parter! In this essay I'd like to explore and discuss two specific headcanons, and how they are reflected in the display of Ferengi culture throughout DS9:

That Quark is gay

That Rom is genderfluid/non-binary

... and that neither of them have the tools or language to express it.

Part I: Quark is Gay

One element of Star Trek I love is the alien cultures, and the way that through many writers and several decades of work they get built up into complex snapshots of life different to our own, even if they can still be a little Planet of Hats.

Before DS9 the Ferengi were a barely seen race brought up a couple of times in TNG, and always characterised as hyper-capitalist, greedy goblinesque figures. I imagine they were thought up as a direct foil to the Federation: they valued everything the Federation had left behind.

But! Then the DS9 writing team made the decision to bring in Quark, and through him we see so much more of the Ferengi and their culture over DS9's run.

Now obviously the "Quark is gay" theories are hardly new (I mean the show pretty much spells it out with the way he looks at Odo) but I wanted to try and tackle, arguing in-universe, why Quark is closeted even to himself. Firstly, Ferengi culture forbids women from having any place in society except as objects, even more strictly than any real-life culture has ever been. Despite being a spacefaring people, Ferengi women (stated to make up near 53% of their species) are forbidden to own property, run a business, wear clothes in public or exist as individuals divided from their male owners (and they are owned - Quark and Rom discuss Rom's former marriage in one episode, and it's clear that Ferengi marriages are a contract between the father/male 'guardian' and the new husband where the bride is purchased specifically for the role of bearing children).

The only Ferengi women we see in DS9 are - as a necessary consequence - challenging these societal norms. Quark's mother, Ishka, is present in a number of episodes and flouts expectations by wearing her own clothes in public, openly advising on business matters, and later leading the first Ferengi feminist movement! The gif above is taken from S2E07 "Rules of Acquisition" where Quark has to do business with Pel: a female Ferengi masquerading as a male (specifically here using false ears - Ferengi are sexually dimorphic and males have larger ears. One episode indicates they 'shed' them as they grow, meaning it might be a specific male puberty thing).

Quark is a traditionalist. He is, in fact, deeply religious: the Ferengi faith results around the acqusition of wealth so that you can reincarnate into a better life. In essence, it's dharma but with material goods. He resents his mother for her 'failings' (in his eyes) and is horrified by Pel's existence and activities... once he knows she's a woman! He views women as sexual objects for his gratification, and more than once attempts to extort his employees for sexual favours.

But you may argue that Quark isn't gay, because he's only ever shown affection (and overt sexual interest) towards women. He flirts with Jadzia, he flirts with Kira, with Ezri, with all of his female staff and more. But it becomes a little less clear when you get into it.

In S2E07 Pel, still presenting male, kisses Quark in a moment of passion and his reaction is... complicated. He protests, but struggles with it. His discomfort seems less to do with Pel being 'male' and rather his internalised reaction to that. Later still he denies it ever happened! Once confronted with Pel's actual gender he flounders: he realises he has (had?) feelings for her, wants her gone from his life, but also worries about the repercussions if anyone from Ferenginar found out about their business together. Pel leaves at the end of the episode, reconciled to him, and Jadzia comforts the obviously heartbroken Quark. So, was Quark attracted to Pel the male or Pel the female? I would argue he fell for Pel's presentation, and I think there are several more examples of this.

His flirting/borderline/actual sexual harassment of Jadzia and Kira are played off as him being lecherous but... notice something here. These are two women who are very confident, outgoing, public, good at management and business, strong-minded and strong-willed... all traits Feregi culture assigns solely to men. Due to character development his relationship with Ezri unfolds differently (Ezri's definitely enby but that's a different essay...), but his attraction to her lies primarily in his memories of Dax through Jadzia.

To restate the point: he is not attracted to women. He is attracted to women who, in his eyes, act like men.

Then there's the whole... thing with Odo.

This gif, taken from S3E25 "Facets", kinda highlights the whole thing. Odo - merged with the... 'spirit'(?) of Curzon, and containing the personalities and desires of both, grabs Quark by the external erogenous zones and kisses him. Quark and Odo's feelings for one another are very, very gay, although both dress it up in this constant cat-and-mouse game they play. When Odo falls in love with Kira, Quark's the one complaining to Jake Sisko about all the "lonely nights" he "comforted" him. At the end of the series, as Quark puts it:

"Can't you see? That man loves me. It's written all over his back."

Odo, then, is the exception to the above examples: Quark shows a clear affection for Odo, complicated as it may be by their 'professional relationship', but Odo very much presents male.

Well. Sort of. Odo uses he/him pronouns but his actual relationship to gender is left unspoken. I think this is what gives Quark the excuse to open the closet door a little where Odo's concerned.

So why can't Quark just admit he's gay? As I stated above, Quark is a deeply religious, conservative and traditionalist Ferengi (or at least he tries to be... and I think there's something in that, too). There is no discussion of queer identities in Ferengi society, but based on what little of that society we see, I believe that queerness (at least in males) would be strongly discouraged and penalised. Much like real-life homophobia, it would be seen as 'womanly', 'feminine', and therefore undermine what it meant to be a Ferengi (because remember... women aren't Ferengi. A Ferengi with no wealth is no Ferengi at all).

Quark, therefore, cannot be gay, because it would be contradictory to his very sense of self. He's like the gay son of a homophobic evangelical pastor: so deeply conditioned to bury it that he has to act the 'proper' Ferengi despite the fact that he clearly struggles with it. Quark's not as greedy as his peers. He's not as callous or cruel. He has moments of great compassion and kindness, even generosity (which is almost a sin), and, perhaps the strongest piece of evidence to me...

He runs a dinky bar, in a run-down Cardassian space station that until recently was a one-horse town. And he LOVES it. He refuses to give up that bar. He fights for it. When he franchises it at the end of the series, does he move on up to better locations? Nope. He's right there with the dodgy replicators and aging holosuites.

Quark's Bar is his expression of queerness. It's an eccentricity that any 'good' Ferengi would have dumped long ago. Several characters comment on it, and Quark waves them off.

He loves that bar, he loves Odo, and frankly he loves romanticism. Quark is a hopeless gay romantic that, if he ever tried his hand at poetry, would make galaxies weep.

And we love him for it.

[puellaphantasia]

Art evolution: 2017 (I think?) vs 2021 vs 2024 redraw and redesign

[sapphic-courtship-for-dummies]

Hi, I don’t know if you can help with this and if not it’s ok but I am 20 now and have never dated anyone and I really don’t know where to start, I’ve been on dating apps for about a year and get overwhelmed and stop using them for months at a time but I feel like it’s the only safe way to find wlw in my area so I don’t have much of a choice. I’m just at a loss for where to even begin trying to find a girlfriend and how I should act in the early pre-dating stages (even as early as texting after a match) I’ve gotten a lot of matches but nothing has come of it and I feel a bit depressed and isolated because of it. Sorry to vent a bit

Hi friend,

You're good! I completely understand feeling really alone and inexperienced. Growing up queer in a small town is really just like that sometimes. I was lucky that I had some other queer friends and utilized online communities like you. I didn't have an in person relationship until I was about 20, so I definitely get the pressure and expectation from society that you "should" have done certain things by now (like having a first kiss) when in reality everyone is different and goes at their own pace, and it only actually matters what you feel and what you want and what's right for you.

And as for how you "should" act while in the flirting stage? Man if there was a handbook I'd send you that, but there isn't. That's kind of the thing: we're all just making this up as we go. (The real secret of being an adult is that none of us know what we're doing, that applies to dating too.) Some of it is trial and error, some of it is just doing what feels right! Just be kind, be open-minded, and be yourself! What I normally do is to try to meet someone where they are, like reciprocating/matching their level of enthusiasm to start. In my experience, it's really similar to the process of making a new friend! (Friend+, if you will.) Just try to communicate what you're looking for, assert your boundaries when needed, and be open to the unexpected. People are bound to surprise you.

Dating apps and dating in general can be really overwhelming! Take breaks when you need to! It's daunting to start. I've had one downloaded on my phone for months now but haven't actually made a profile because I don't know if I'm ready for that yet. The process is awkward and messy and unpredictable, which is why I think most people would prefer to just skip to the part where they have a stable loving partner already. Unfortunately it doesn't usually work like that.

But I think if you really want a partner, it's worth wading through the waters. Dating apps also aren't for everyone, and that's okay! I know in person can be really difficult too, especially if your circumstances aren't really conducive to meeting other wlw in public spaces. But you can't give up! There are hundreds of different kinds of date/meet-up/chatting apps nowadays, and lots of other social platforms/local clubs or group activities where you can meet people with similar interests; it might just be a matter of finding one that works for you. And if the most you come out with is some new friends, then that's great! In times like these, it's more important than ever to have a support system that you can lean on.

The most important thing to remember, which I will continue to emphasize ad nauseum, is that you are not alone. I assure you there are tons of other queer folx around the world that feel the same way (like me!). We are here. You never have to go it alone. You are part of a universe that is full of wandering lost souls seeking connection, and in reality you never actually have to look very far. So hang in there, and don't throw in the towel just because you haven't found what you're looking for yet. It takes time, you just have to trust that things will work out the way they need to, when they need to. Have faith, and have patience! It will not be perfect, and it might not even look like what you expect, but I know that it will be worth the wait.

And in the meantime, remember, we're in this together. My inbox is always open. <3

All my love and best of luck,

Sappho 💞

[erythristicbones]

the script for Sideshow is currently 33 pages and it's only arc one of four (technically five w the dlc arc)....which means by the time I'm done it might actually rival EOTA's 162 pages 😳

[girlboypersonthingy]

Big reward. I meant for that to be a smut request, my bad.

OMFG I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!! Yessss finally some Valentino smut. I love it~ I’m honestly soooo inspired by @sweets4dolls and her Val x bunny!reader smut 🤤 literally so good. He’s so toxic. 10/10 would smash. Go check her stuff out! And I hope you enjoy my stuff too ❤️‍🔥

Notes: fem!reader, she/her pronouns, THIS ENDED UP LONGER THAN EXPECTED OOPS I’m gonna have to excuse myself now, geez 😳

TW: oral s*x (m receiving), DDLG, unsanitary, unprotected s*x, spit, creamp*e, rough, dirty talk, 18+ only MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Valentino x reader- Superstar 🌟💖

“And cut! That’s a fucking wrap!” Valentino shoots up from his seat so fast his chair tips over behind him as he claps obnoxiously. Boy had stars in his eyes, even his assistant was shocked by his display of pride and admiration. “Damn, baby. That was a helluva show, fuck! That’s why she’s my favorite~” Val smirks as he eyes your figure still up on set, still down on your knees and trembling. He snaps his fingers, yelling out to his back stage crew. “Alright! Come get the vibrator off her, hurry up.”

Yeah…although the scene had ended and the cameras cut at least 2 whole ass minutes ago, you’re still in position waiting for the boss to give you the okay. Down on your knees, hands bound behind your back with thick pink ropes, your pretty lacy lingerie disheveled and drenched in all kinds of different bodily fluids and, of course, Val had one of his most sturdy and powerful vibrators tucked up against your heat, making you grind down against the carpet below you just to get off. The worst part- he made you leave your panties on the whole time. Finally, after a few orgasms had already wracked your body, the vibrating in your crotch disappears, leaving you only half satisfied.

The entire shoot, all he had you do was suck as many dicks as you could, swallowing every single load for the camera. Gagging on cock is hot to some, maybe not to others- but there’s something about how darling you look choking on another demon’s dick that just sets him and his viewers off. Your pretty lashes dusted with tears, your nose and cheeks pink, your forehead shiny with sweat, your bare chest covered in spit and cum, your cheeks and throat stretching to fit every inch. Not that you mind! You’d do anything for Val but damn, you were aching for a real fuck. All the vibrator did was get you prepped and wet and now you need some real friction.

“Everyone, out! Now! I need to talk to (Y/N).” As all his employees scramble to leave the studio, Val walks over to you, still bucking your hips against nothing now. He kneels in front of you, taking your face in his hands. You’ve been staring at his hard on since half way through taping and now that he was right in front of you, dick about to rip through his pants, you feel your walls clenching longingly. “Wow. Holy. Shit.” He lets out a deep chuckle as he stares at your face, your make up smeared under your eyes. “I did okay?” The question has Val scoffing as he looks you up and down, watching as your thighs quiver. “Baby, you did fan-fuckin-tastic. You’re gonna make me so much fucking cash, I’m not gonna know what to do with it!”

With his hands still holding your face, he pulls you into a sloppy kiss, letting his tongue wander into you immediately. You happily tongue him back, leaning into him as you struggle to keep your balance with your hands still tied behind you. Breaking the kiss, his large hands travel down your neck to your chest, his fingers giving your sensitive nipples little squeezes. Val looks down to see you’ve scooted closer to him and you’re still rolling your hips in the hopes of finding something to fill you. He eases your pain by gently thrusting forward, his hard bulge up against your needy crotch for a moment.

“Aww~ I know, amorcito. Such a long shoot with such an empty hole. You must feel so hollow right now, baby. Does my little girl need more?” Nodding frantically, you kiss him again before moaning your pleas into his mouth. “Please, fuck me, Valentino.” His smirk becomes sinister as he leans away, refusing your kisses now. His shift causes you to fall forward into him more, your tits squished against his stomach now. “Ah ah ah. Try again.” His scolding makes you whine, makes tears begin to form in your eyes. “Hmm~ please f-fuck me, daddy~” and within seconds, he’s tearing your once disheveled lingerie completely off of you, your strained voice making his dick twitch.

“Hmm~ yeah, that’s my little superstar.” Within seconds, he had you turned around on your knees once again with your face pressed to the plush red carpet. Val made little effort to remove your panties, leaving them bunched up around your knees. Finally, with your face on the floor, your ass in the air and your throbbing cunt free of the fabric, Val gets a good look at your eager pussy. He yanks off his belt and quickly frees his dick without even pulling his pants down much. He can’t wait much longer and neither can you.

He swiftly leans over, one hand on each of your ass cheeks as he spits on your hole, earning a whine of anticipation from you. With no hesitation, he sits up and thrusts into you all at once, filling every bit of you instantly. “Oh my fucking-“ Val growls loudly as his hands grip your hips, his cock immediately moving at an unforgiving pace. Giving you no time to adjust, he continues to pound into you as he leans forward, putting one hand on the side of your head then forcing it down onto the ground. “Ah~ such a clean little cunt you’ve got, just patiently waiting to be filled by daddy, huh?”

All you can muster up is a collection of moans, whines and gasps. Right as you catch your breath, Val spanks your ass hard and his pace slows. “Use your words~” Despite the stinging hand print on your ass, his voice is soft and sweet, so sultry and exciting. “Yes! Ah- oh! I’ve been waiting for you all day...” Your begging goes straight to his head, pulling a hearty chuckle from him. “You’re such a good girl, amorcito. Always doing exactly what I say, right when I say it. And you do it all sooo welllll~”

His thrusting had stopped completely now and suddenly, his hands are on your shoulders, pulling you up to be parallel with his body. Your back against his chest and you now sitting on his dick, he wraps one of his strong hands around your throat loosely and pulls you back against him before whispering in your ear. “Good girls get to cum sooner. You wanna cum now, baby?” And you couldn’t take it anymore, you began to squirm against him. “Yes, yes! Please keep goinggggg~”

And Val obeys, wrapping his arms around your torso tightly then helping bounce you on his dick. He is so strong, he is literally lifting you completely off of his lap before slamming you back down again, making your stomach bulge as he swelled inside you. A moaning mess covered in sweat, you had lost control of your legs and were now relying on him to keep you going. Now you’ve found yourself thanking the stars that you had done good today and impressed him. He was always willing to service his favorites and this was so worth the wait.

He moved one hand up to your neck again, squeezing it as he pants and growls in your ear. With every up and down of your body, you can feel yourself getting close, your tummy feels so full and your walls won’t stop tightening around his dick. “Yeah~ lemme hear you, mi cariño.”

Moaning at a higher volume now, Val couldn’t hold back anymore and he sunk his teeth into your shoulder, drawing blood. As a squeal leaves you, he keeps his mouth latched to you, still thrusting up into your sopping cunt as he licks the blood away. Finally, once you feel yourself fall off the edge of pleasure, your legs tense up against him and your hands bound behind you were searching for something to grasp. “Oh fuck~! Th-thank you, daddy. Thankyoudaddythankyoudaddythankyoudaddyyyyyyy~!” Your cries are harsh, babbles of appreciation pouring from your dry mouth as Val continues to buck up into you.

Without letting you catch your breath, he pushes you back down into the carpet, your weak body going limp as you lay flat against the ground. Panting and whining still, you squeeze your legs together once you realize he’s not inside you anymore. Not a moment later, Val was gripping your bruised hips and pulling your ass back up in the air. Legs shaking violently, you couldn’t control your loud whining as he thrusts back into you again, resuming the same rapid pace as before. Val grunts and hisses at the feeling of your slick dripping down his thighs now. “Hmmph…gonna cum in you. Gonna fill my pretty girl up.” With a firm slap to your already tender ass, Val lets out a rumbling laugh as you pant into the carpet, tears of overstimulation cascading down your burning cheeks.

Already so fucked, you couldn’t even close your mouth for long enough to form a single word. Your only option was to relax into his grip and enjoy it for as long as he lasts. “F-fuck.” Val stutters out as his fingers dig into your soft flesh. With one final thrust, burying his dick inside you completely, he let out a throaty grunt followed by soft sighs. It nearly brought you to another climax feeling his hot cum spill into you. After a few seconds of being still, Val slowly pumps in and out of you, lewd squishing noises sounding from where your bodies connected.

Another hard smack to the ass is followed by Val slowly pulling out of you with his eyes locked on your swollen pussy the whole time. Glancing back at him, all you could see through the blurry tears in your eyes was his huge, satisfied grin as he watched his thick load dribble out of you. “Mm mm mm. You are so delectable. Such a good girl.”

Without another word, Val stands and pulls his pants up, adjusting himself before fastening his belt. You had since collapsed completely, your body heavy and flat against the floor beneath you. Val stepped over your quivering form and skillfully untied your hands with amazing speed. Your arms came flopping down to your sides as you inhaled fully then exhaled deeply. “Get yourself cleaned up and go rest for the night. I’m gonna need you to do all of that lovely hard work again tomorrow. You can do that for me, right baby?”

“Yes, daddy~”

[tragedy-of-commons]

fuck it we ball. hsr prom date hcs because i am on something different tonight. based on my very limited experience.

dan heng

he's painfully awkward. like you expected it when you asked him to be your date but it's even worse than you predicted...

he DID pick you up and he WAS almost an hour early, causing you to rush down the stairs and almost trip (not very magical-teen-coming-of-age-moment-like of you). that kind of lightened the mood though.

also painfully sweet! upon your arrival he gives you a boutonniere/corsage that matches your outfit which he had managed to keep hidden. his sweaty palms were not just because he was nervous, then...

march helped him pick it out, he admits with red-tipped ears. that makes sense, because she was suspiciously interested in what you were wearing to the function.

but he did also forget to pick out one for him. oops.

during the slow dance bit, his hands are sweaty. you don't care because your eyes lock and there's the fuzziness curling in your gut that plagues you whenever you're with dan heng.

overall, a good experience! polite and always willing to humor your whims, even if he's a little stiff.

and if you peck him on the cheek after he walks you back to your doorstep, well, that's alright with him. more than alright.

black swan

life of the party. not in a screaming-getting-way-too-into-the-music kinda way, but in the way that everyone wants a sliver of her attention. she's always relaxed, interesting to talk to, and dreamy to boot! it wouldn't be any different at prom.

but black swan, above all else, wants to just... spend time with you. anyone that wants to chat can wait until later, when she's not watching you stuff snacks into your pockets with a fond look in her faraway eyes.

to commemorate the occasion, you're cajoled into the photobooth where you both hold up props and make funny faces for the camera. you know black swan doesn't cherish much above memories, even if they're immortalized in a gag reel where you're clad in silly-straw glasses and her in a purple mustache.

but in the last photo, right before the camera flashes, she sneaks a kiss on your cheek. your eyes are blown wide in surprise in the picture and that's her favorite part!

surprisingly adept at dancing. depending on your taste, she will either dip you dramatically and take the lead, or fall into your steps and try to make you feel more comfortable if you're nervous.

cherishes any memento from the event. she does the teasing, though, so don't get any ideas about poking fun at her for being sappy.

a great date, i dare say.

aventurine

it's a given that both of you look the best. dressed to the nines.

the whole thing is a bit sensationalized, though. mostly because he's used to everything being treated like a spectacle, aventurine tries his best (while looking like he isn't trying at all) to give you a good time.

his saving grace is that... he's here with you. everything is more enjoyable this way, even the distastefully loud music matches the pulse in his ears when he looks at y💥💥

his favorite part of the event, surprisingly, is when you ask him to ditch with you early. makes a little joke like "wow, are you having that bad of a time with me?" but there's a bit of weight behind it that you can sense. anyway, you answer by rolling your eyes and pulling him outside.

away from the noise, pretenses drop and You Hold His Hand, telling him that any time with him is a good time. but this is infinitely better, even if you're both just stood in the parking lot.

you both decide to stay a little longer. at the end of the night, the principal gets into one of those dunking booths for the children to throw balls at to get them dunked in water. aventurine bets you a date that he'll hit the target.

you know he'll win (his luck kind of scares you), so of course you take him up on that wager, very excited to lose. it's very sweet.

lol he does hit the target

you both are prom celebrities for the rest of the night with another date set in stone a week from now!

kafka

imo she would make the best date out of everyone on this list.

mostly because any outing with kafka is almost cataclysmic in its impact... starting when she pops over at your place to help you get ready! surprise!

zips you up/adjusts your lapels/make sure your makeup looks good/whatever is part of this whole routine for you. she does so while humming a dulcet tune. she wants to be involved with every aspect of your pivotal prom experience tbh. keen on making memories like black swan is, but the effort is unconscious.

also. since blade has his driver's license, she basically bribed him into being your chauffeur for the night. i think that'd be a fun detail.

if you suck at dancing, never fear, because she also isn't very good (or so she says, but she's kafka, so of course she makes it work).

is not opposed to silly photobooth pics but she'd rather have someone take a candid of you both together by persuading them nicely - more her speed.

her eyes are ENCHANTING in that dim lighting... i just know... you get so distracted that you trip over her feet. silver wolf, the resident DJ that the school hired, sees and laughs.

has that tattered jacket thrown over whatever she decides to wear. she drapes it over you if you get cold due to the weather or temperature inside of the building.

[mikanotes]

don’t even bother ft. aventurine x gn!reader — just something short bcs his va is too good at his job and him voicing that post made me go oh wow! warnings cursing, clingy aven and reader in denial about their feelings, one suggestive joke, badly written Sorry! this is very much dedicated to nour enjoy ur bf

The light of the sun indicates that the day has started much longer ago than you had originally thought. You cling onto sleep, nevertheless, not at all fond of the idea of facing the day properly.

“Alright. I understand.”

There isn’t need for any context for you to get that the second disruption of your attempts at going back to dreamland is a call concerning work, of all things. The clear exhaustion and barely concealed frustration in Aventurine’s voice as he speaks to the person on the other end of that call indicates he probably feels the same as you.

Irritated enough to go back to sleep immediately after hanging up.

“Let’s schedule the interview for today.” he says, sounding like he’s stretching. Oh, great. He’s decided to be professional and get up. You hear him heave a long sigh, probably after hanging up, and blindly try to reach for him.

“No.” you mumble, frowning slightly. Aventurine hums, seemingly surprised, then chuckles.

“Hm? No?” he repeats, and leans down. You open your eyes enough to see him cover the painful rays of sunlight streaming through the curtains. He looks at you and tilts his head with a smile, “Not even a hello, huh? You’re so polite.” his voice drips with sarcasm.

You try to press your palm to his face but he grabs your wrist before you can, laughing. He presses closer to you and leans his forehead to your shoulder. “No what?” he asks, whispering. You don’t appreciate the chill that runs down your spine. He’s so close.

“No to leaving before me. I heard that call.”

He smiles against your neck before pulling back to look at you. “Who says I’m leaving?” he huffs softly, “I was just trying to sound awake, okay? And since when were you this clingy?”

“I’m the same as usual,” you complain, turning to lay on your back, “I just don’t want to be kicked out become the actual room’s owner isn’t here, is all. It’s a pain to deal with.”

He’s right. You’re not a clingy person. In fact, you don’t usually find yourself sleeping in the same bed as anyone, no matter how close you are to them. This is just… A rare occurence.

You and Aventurine getting one too many drinks at a nearby bar, you realizing you didn’t get yourself a hotel room prior to the whole ordeal, and crashing in his luxury bedsheets before he could protest.

And the worst part of it? You slept well.

In any case, the problem was that the warmth of someone by your side as you slept felt much more comforting than you’d expected it to be. Maybe it was just the previous night’s drinks residue blurring your thoughts. Maybe that’s what made you say no to him potentially leaving before you could actually process it.

Maybe it’s just because it’s him, and you never really mind him being so close to you.

He sighs and moves over your figure, planting his arm at the side of your head to hover over you. “You’re an awful liar. You wouldn’t last at poker.”

“Enlighten me. What the hell am I lying about?”

“This.”

He smiles, and it somehow makes you all the more aware of the distance between the two of you. It’s not nerve-wracking but it’s not uncomfortable. And it’s not comfortable, either, but it’s somewhere there in the middle. It’s on that line that makes your head struggle to keep up and that’s more than enough to tell you how badly you’re handling what should be a routine, by now. This is nothing new, come on.

“Who am I lying to…?” you continue.

He scoffs. “Yourself. I can practically see the gears turning inside your head. It’s almost cute.”

It’s your turn to scoff. “Almost.”

He smiles to himself but doesn’t add more, moving away from you. He breathes out tiredly as he leans back against his pillows, a hand moving to cover his eyes. “You should get the higher-ups to call for a room for you. No one’ll bother you then.”

“You’re the higher-ups, do it yourself, you have the funds.” you imitate a robotic-sounding voice, then sigh, “That’s what they’ll tell me.”

“Mm, will they, now?”

You look at him. Only then do you notice the sun on his skin, his slightly messed up bangs, and the one button holding that cursed hotel pajamas top. You press your eyes shut with half a mind to hold back an annoyed groan. Don’t look at him like that, you repeat in your head.

You and Aventurine are friends. He likes to tease and flirt but that’s just how he is, so there’s really nothing more to it. You work as a negotiator for a group who frequently deals with the IPC’s offers and request for help to convince people of their grandiose plans. And Aventurine is arguably very high-up in the ranks of the IPC. It’s a wonder you even became friends, but it has been a long while now. A long while of bantering, clinging into each other just a bit too much, and listening to the other’s stories the very few times either of you actually opened up.

— Most of those times being after drinks. Nevertheless, it counts for something.

But you’ve never seen him in this kind of light. In sunlight! You’re not seeing him in any kind of new light at all. It’s just a different atmosphere than what you’re used to around him. You’ve spent time talking for hours at quiet bars or helping each other out in the most chaotic situations, but it’s never been this.

It’s so… calm.

But your phone rings. You sigh heavily before you grab it and answer the call. “Hello?” You barely get to properly register who called you before the voice of your senior at work starts complaining in your ear. You grimace.

Aventurine stares at you curiously.

“… This is really last-minute. Seriously?” you say, then wait for an answer. Seems like you’re needed somewhere again. But calling you saying to get to a location one system hour later is just… “Fine, I’ll— I said fine. I’ll be there. Yeah. Yes, sir.”

You hang up. Quiet daydream’s over.

“Turns out I’m gonna need to leave, anyways.” you mutter, sitting up. You suddenly become very aware of how comfortable it was simply laying there talking with Aventurine. Now that you’re faced eith your usual duties and loud coworkers, you’re forced to realize just how soothing the man’s presence is in comparison.

You feel a hand on your arm. It’s warm on your skin, holding some remains from the sun’s touch. You turn your head to see Aventurine’s fingers trailing down slightly, seemingly in thought. “How about…” he trails off, brows furrowing.

“How about?”

He looks up at you and grins before pulling you back into him, wrapping his free arm around your waist swiftly. You end up much closer to his face than either of you had anticipated but you don’t move away, and neither does he.

“How about we take a day off?” he whispers.

You try to say something but no word comes to mind. Aventurine stares at you for a while and you notice his gaze flitting down your face for a flicker of a second before he grabs your arm more firmly and pulls you closer, leaving you no room to even attempt thinking. “Hm?”

“I, you… Fuck you.” is the only response you manage to get out of your throat, and even that sounds half-hearted. It almost sounds like a question, even. You have to blame it on the exhaustion. You brain’s not cooperating, right now.

“Are you offering?”

Now he’s done it. You manage to grab his pillow from underneath his head to swat it at him, making him exclaim in surprise and soon yell for mercy. “Okay, hold on, hear me out, I’m sorry!”

You lower the pillow, looking down at him. You’ve been close before but straddling him’s a new one. Outside of fighting, that is. Maybe this counts as fighting.

“Good Heavens.” he huffs, hair at least ten times messier than it was before, “Okay. That was unnecessary.”

“False. Deserved.”

“…Perhaps.” he clicks his tongue, and carefully picks his pillow from your hands, like it’s a gun threatening to fire at him. “But that was no answer to my offer. Shall we take a vacation?”

“You get to decide when your vacation is?”

His sigh sounds nothing short of exasperated. “Just play along, will you? If you do, I’ll find a way to cover for both of us.” he says, fingers touching your face for who-knows-why. His eyes focus back on yours and he raises his eyebrows questioningly.

You’re not going to immediately say yes.

“Fine. Full blame’s on you if my boss kills me.”

He laughs, seemingly pleased with your answer.

“Then rest.” he says quietly, pulling you against his chest. You tense for a while, then relax. Now the sun is on your skin, too, and its warmth almost seems to beckon you back into sleep. Or is it his arms wrapped around you? You can’t tell.

Maybe the world feels a bit less harsh and cold when Aventurine is with you, and maybe you just shouldn’t bother questioning it.

[moonydustx]

Could you write a short fic on the reader spoiling law. Like they just wake up next to him and decide that it’s Law day 💗💗 pleaseee and thank you😭🫶

Hi hi dear anonymous! It took me a while to respond, I know, but time has been flying here. I loved your idea, I don't think Law would know how to deal with being pampered, but he would love the feeling. Like “do I really deserve this?” Maybe it ended up being longer than expected. Well, I tried my best, I really hope you like it!

Feeling loved

Trafalgar Law X F!Reader Warnings: Just a cute, adorable couple, Law being spoiled all day. F!Reader is the cook of the bunch. Summary: The tranquility on Law's face as he slept was your favorite sight. You wished, at least one day in this pirate life that you led, that he could have that expression on his face all day.

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Locks of dark hair tickled your skin, while the perfume that naturally emanated from Law invaded your sense of smell. You didn't know how you managed to sleep like that, legs tangled together, his arm keeping you pressed against his body, your face buried in the back of his head. For anyone looking from the outside, it would be difficult to know where one began and the other ended, but it was your favorite place in the whole world.

You stood up a little, gently trying to untangle yourself from your boyfriend. Despite his grumbling and Law trying to pull you back to bed a few times, you managed to sit down delicately. He was still sleeping - and even a light snore came from his lips. Even with his mouth half-open and his arms in disarray, Law seemed serene, immersed in a tranquility that was not common in the days of Polar Tang, much less for the submarine captain.

He deserved a whole life with this tranquility, but you knew that the life they led prevented that. At least today you would try your best to do that for him.

Taking slow steps knowing that any louder noise would wake him up, you walked out towards the kitchen. It was still early for the others to be up and even so, you knew it wouldn't take long to gain the company of the person you most wanted to spoil that day. By hurrying and avoiding dropping pans in the process, you started to design the first step towards the perfect day. Setting aside a large tray, it didn't take long for it to be filled with small portions of Law's favorite foods: onigiri, omelettes, coffee, and even some sweet jelly. Already moving forward with the lunch menu, you left his favorite fish ready to be grilled later.

Trying to balance the tray in your hands and fearing that you would be late, you used as much speed as you could until you reached the room, taking advantage of the fact that you bumped into Ikkaku to inform her of the short absence that you and the captain would have in the morning. When you open the bedroom door, you find Law already standing, looking for a t-shirt to wear.

"Good morning Captain." you practically hummed, closing the door behind you.

"Good morning my love." He passed the collar of his t-shirt over his face, finally being able to see you. "Wow, what's all this?"

"Just a treat." you walked closer and your hand gently guided him back to bed. "Although someone decided to wake up before I arrived."

"You don't have to worry about that, I can continue here." he adjusted himself on the pillows, a mischievous smile appeared on his lips. "As long as you stay too."

"You're in charge, captain."

Adjusting yourself on the bed, you sat next to him and let the tray remain divided between your legs and his. Your lips quickly found his cheeks and when he turned to return the gesture, you took a piece of the rice ball to him, which he readily accepted with a hum.

"What did I do to deserve this?"

"I believe my captain deserves special treatment every now and then." You shrugged and he returned the gesture by putting a piece of food in your mouth. "Hey, this food is for you!"

"And that's exactly why we're going to split."

Part of the morning passed like this, the two of you entangled again, this time lost between stolen kisses and pieces of the banquet given to each other, as if completing each gesture. Placing the tray aside, Law snuggled you against his body, wasting a good few minutes there, stealing the taste of your lip, letting his hands spread across your skin. There was no malice in the contact, it was just as if your skin were a magnet that was difficult to resist. It didn't take long for you to end up the same way you had woken up, but this time it was Law who was stuck in the back of your neck.

"Babe…" he called, the  low and almost hoarse voice sent goose bumps across your skin. "We need to get out of bed."

"Not today."

"Not today?" he repeated, in a provocative tone. "It's an irresistible proposition."

"Then don't resist." you gently pulled his face away, placing a chaste kiss on the tip of his nose. "I promise it will be worth it."

"I know it will, but unfortunately I have some things to sort out."

"What do you think about a shower first?" you proposed and saw his face light up. You knew your boyfriend well and knew what he was about to suggest. "No, not that kind of shower. Let's go."

You pulled him out of bed and even though he mumbled that he would rather turn the shower into something else, you asked him to leave that idea for later. Preferably when the entire sub was quieter and couldn't disturb them. Law entered the bathtub first and you had to contain the light laugh that insisted on leaving your lips when you caught his eyes following your movements. Law didn't hide when he saw your clothes hit the ground, not even when you approached him. He adjusted himself in the tub, ready to make room for you to fit in front of him and was surprised to see you swing your legs behind him and sit behind his body.

"What are you doing?" he turned his face over his shoulder, smiling when he felt your lips kiss his back.

"Just let me take care of you." your nails slid down Law's back lightly, you knew every part of his body and knew the shivers that gave him.

That gesture was the most mischievous thing about your little shower. Your hands preferred to be busy massaging his tense shoulders and even though you had much less strength than the man, you could almost hear him purring when you squeezed harder. The moan of satisfaction escaped his lips as he practically melted into your hands as he felt your fingers massage through the dark strands of his hair, washing the short locks.

The shower took longer than usual, just because you couldn't detach your body from him. Your hands were already wrinkled from contact with the water when you left the bathtub behind. Seeing Law finish getting dressed, you knew there was no way to stop him from working that day, at least you had managed to hijack part of his morning.

"Did you know you make it even harder for me to leave this room?" he grumbled when he saw you pout. "That's a low blow, you look really cute like that."

"Polar Tang won't sink if it's away from your supervision for a day." you retorted and found him irreducible. The only way out at the moment was to accept. You stood on your toes and placed a chaste kiss on his lips. "Until later."

"See you later…" he walked to the door and turned around before leaving. "My door will be open if you want to visit."

"You're getting spoiled Trafalgar."

"Blame my girlfriend." he replied, leaving you alone with your laughter.

Returning to the kitchen, you took advantage of the presence of the others to make small talk, thinking about what would be your next move for Law's perfect day. Preparing lunch, you remembered the small gift you had bought for his birthday and with date is still far away, you could find a replacement and take advantage of today to surprise him.

"Guys, what did the captain do to her?" Penguin commented when he saw you again arranging a tray with some salads, grilled fish and a glass of juice. You knew that having missed part of the morning, Law was unlikely to stop work for lunch and this was the perfect opportunity to meet him again.

"I know. They definitely had a quickie early on." Shachi patted your back and you raised the knife that was arranging the food toward him. "Ouch, I'm kidding."

"Tell us, what was the tea?" Ikkaku said in a suggestive tone.

"I'm going to pretend I don't hear any of you three." you replied, adjusting the tray.

"But what's happening today with the captain, I barely saw him." Bepo butted in.

"You four."

Hearing your friends' complaints, you went to the room where Law was. All it took was a few knocks on the door and you heard a "come in" coming from inside. The smile that crossed Law's lips was reward enough for the day's efforts. Instead of standing up, Law gave you space to sit on his lap, wrapping his hands around your waist.

"This dish is so beautiful, send my thanks to the kitchen." He placed a few kisses on your shoulder. "I don't think I've ever eaten as well as I did today."

"That offends this crew's cook." he laughed, stealing a piece of fish from the plate. "After you eat, I left a surprise on your bed."

"Does this involve dessert?" his voice dropped a few decibels, making you laugh. You didn't know that your boyfriend - when relaxed - could be a potential pervert.

"No, that's only later." you moved your hips against his body, just to tease him. "Now I'm the one who needs to get back to work." You placed a quick kiss on him and left him alone.

Before returning to your tasks - which had been piling up since the morning - you went to his room to take the gift out of hiding. A rare and limited edition Sora collectible sticker album, along with most of the stickers. You had spent a good part of your monetary reserve on that, but it would be worth it.

The afternoon passed quickly as you finished all your pending tasks, it wasn't because you maintained a relationship with the captain that he and the other crew members would take it easy on you, this included fulfilling your responsibilities. When you returned to Law's little hideout - aka his room - you wished you'd had the chance to frame the scene that was playing out. Law was sitting on the floor, the album open and several stickers spread out along with some action-figures. He seemed to compare one of the ninjas whose names you couldn't remember with one of the shiny stickers.

"Looks like someone liked the gift." Your voice broke him out of his trance and before you continued, Law stood up and took your feet off the ground by hugging you tightly.

"This is the best gift I've ever gotten. Where did you get all this?" He pulled you onto the bed. "That one is super rare, I remember when me, Shachi and Penguin saw it the first time and tried to steal it from the boy…" he realized through your laughter that he had let his nerdy side escape. "You are incredible."

"Don't overdo it my babe."

"Today I felt so good." he pulled you so that your legs circled his waist, his hands automatically attaching themselves to your waist. "You make me feel so comfortable. I-I felt… You know what, never mind." He pushed the thoughts away with a smile on his lips and you noticed for the first time that that gesture was almost uncontrollable at the moment. Genuine happiness crossed Law's face.

"My beautiful boy, you know you can tell me."

"I felt loved." he confessed, warning you against his arms and stealing a quick kiss from you. "I feel loved every day by your side, but today was worth even for the bad days."

"I hope more days of your life are like this." You said, stroking the small hairs that littered his face.

"Of our lives."

"You'll end up spoiled." a small scream escaped your lips as he turned you over on the bed.

"Spoiled by you? Doesn't seem like a bad thing to me." he fit between your legs and you could feel him press down on you. "And if I remember correctly, I still have something more to gain."

[osaemu]

JUJUTSU KAISEN: TRUTH OR DARE?

.ೃ࿐ how does playing truth or dare with them go wrong?

characters: gojo, geto, toji

contents: fem!reader. gets pretty suggestive, cursing, alcohol, drunkenness, you wake up in geto's bed, minor argument with toji

author's note: ahhhhhh i don't rly like this one..

★ ━ SATORU GOJO

"i dare you to kiss gojo!"

you scoff and shake your head, half-amused and half-exasperated. "very funny. give me a different dare."

you shouldn't be here — you should be back at home, studying for your test, but as usual, you ended up going to a party to "loosen up" instead.

unfortunately, you and your fun-loving friends had very different ideas of loosening up. your idea was grabbing a quick drink, maybe two. their idea was getting half the partygoers to sit in a circle and play truth or dare.

"really, i'm not gonna walk up to gojo and kiss him," you repeat, crossing your arms and forcing a scowl. "do i look like i wanna get publicly embarrassed?"

"wow, am i that bad?"

fuck. you whip around and find yourself looking up at satoru gojo, who has a lopsided smirk on his face and a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

"i mean, i don't think i'm all that bad," he continues, squatting down to your eye level and grinning. "so, babe, how about that kiss?"

you scoot away from him and make a face. "i don't even know you."

gojo shrugs and leans in, puckering his lips and fluttering his long, white eyelashes. "even better!" he chirps, flicking his tongue at you teasingly. "c'mon, you can't say no to a dare!"

and thanks to him, everyone else in the circle starts chanting "do it, do it" like third graders. even as you insist that you really would rather not, the chants persist, until you finally grab gojo's chin and kiss him out of sheer frustration.

your lips don't linger on his for long, but pride holds you there for a second longer than you'd expected. gojo's lips are soft and minty, and maybe you imagined it, but you could swear you felt the slightest brush of his tongue against your lips. 

something about the way his lips melt into yours makes you wonder just how many girls he's kissed before you.

not that you care. after all, it was just a dare.

when you pull away, something in your chest relishes the surprise on gojo's face — it's not every day a random girl can make the satoru gojo blush.

that ended too soon.

resisting the temptation to lick your lips, you force a light smile and turn back to the circle. "who's next?"

gojo's mouth drops open. "what do you mean, who's next?? you–" he pauses. "oh, you mean next for truth or dare." his face goes a shade redder, and for the first time, you see him look mildly flustered.

as quickly as it happens, it disappears, and he grins. "i volunteer as tribute!"

you swallow a sigh and nod. "alright, truth or dare?"

"dare. always."

you're not sure where the sudden boldness comes from — all you know is that you just had the best kiss of your life, and it ended too soon.

"i dare you to kiss me again."

★ ━ SUGURU GETO

"truth or dare, geto?" your friend asks mischievously, bright eyes focused on his bored face. "geto? hello?" she waves her hand in front of his face, smiling when a scowl appears.

"there you are," your friend says with a grin. "okay, truth or dare?"

geto's eyes narrow when your friend repeats her question, until geto finally sighs exasperatedly. "truth."

"boooring," you chime in, twirling a strand of hair around your finger and grinning when geto glares at you. "c'mon, is the big strong rich boy scared of a party game?" you coo, slurring your words and almost spilling the drink in your red plastic cup.

"fine, dare." he rolls his eyes and scoots over, reaching across the lopsided circle of half-drunk partygoers and swiping the cup of alcohol from your hand. "you're drunk as hell," he snaps when you whine a plea for him to give it back.

"loosen up a little, geto," your friend says lightly as she snatches your drink out of his hands and gives it back to you. "actually, y'know what? that's your dare."

"what's that s'posed to mean?" geto mutters, crossing his arms. 

your friend tilts her head in your direction, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "you can't guess?"

geto groans and curses as the rest of the circle ooohs. "i'm not fucking her, she's drunk," he scoffs, gesturing in your direction — in fact, you're so out of it that you haven't actually processed that he was getting dared to fuck you.

"what, you bad in bed or something?" someone calls, and with that, geto grits his teeth and slings you over his shoulder, ignoring the wolf-whistles from the crowd behind him.

. . .

the next morning, you wake up in an unfamiliar bed, accompanied by both a splitting headache and a sleeping geto.

and then you remember last night.

"what the fuck—" you yelp, pulling the covers over your shoulders and kicking geto's shin. after a moment, you realize that you're still in the clothes you wore to your friend's party last night, except a (significantly) oversized hoodie covers most of you. "geto! did we—"

geto mutters a curse and opens one eye, surveying you dryly. "morning, princess. had a good night?" he drawls, words dripping with sarcasm. 

"geto, answer the question."

he scoffs and closes his eye, pressing his face into his pillow and groaning. "no, you idiot."

"thank god," you mumble, closing your eyes and trying to ignore the stabbing pain in your skull. "wait, why am i here then?" you ask after a second, gesturing to his rumpled sheets.

"'cause i didn't wanna spend the night on the couch," geto mutters. "and if i didn't take you, someone else would've," he adds.

"oh. thanks," you reply, reaching up to run a hand through your hair. to your surprise, it isn't that tangled — that's a first. in fact, it even feels neatly brushed.

you run your fingers over the gray hoodie shielding your skin from the bare, cold air. it's awfully warm and unbearably comfortable.

"um, thanks for the hoodie too," you say, idly tugging at the corners of the sleeves. 

the only response you recieve is a grunt before geto rolls over, sheets sliding down his chest as he eyes you sleepily. "don't mention it. you were shivering."

as the sheets slide down his chest, you catch a glimpse of him shirtless, muscles tensed from the oddly cold air conditioning. his skin is smooth, and wow, his abs—

geto clears his throat, smirking when he catches you staring. "like what you see?" 

"shit, i—"

"save it, sweetheart," he says amusedly as he slides off the bed, and thankfully his chest is the only part of him that isn't covered by clothes. 

oh, you saved the image of geto shirtless. 

fuck, even days after geto ushered you out of his place with a warning about not everyone being as decent as him, you still thought about him. in bed. with you.

he was right about not everyone being as decent as him. in fact, you were included in everyone, considering the thoughts you had about geto in the days following your encounter were anything but decent.

suddenly, you found yourself wishing that geto hadn't been half as decent as he'd been.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

"truth."

"god, you're so boring," someone in the crowd yells, although they quickly quiet when toji's sharp eyes look in their direction. 

before toji can make any number of threats to whoever clearly has a death wish, you grab his arm and shoot a glare at him. "toji, it's not worth it."

"no shit," he mutters, taking a sip of whatever's in his cup — presumably alcohol of some sort. "i'm not fuckin' stupid."

"really?" you mumble under your breath, ignoring toji when his sharp gaze turns on you. "hey, remember that time you almost beat up satoru because he–"

 toji cuts you off by roughly covering your mouth with his hand, leaning in slightly and scoffing. "you were sayin'?"

he turns back to the circle of onlookers and scowls. "so, how about that truth?"

one of the girls who spent half the night ogling toji clears her throat and bats her mascara-heavy eyelashes. "i have one! if you could fuck anyone here, who would it be?"

you internally roll your eyes at the way she purposefully makes her voice higher — like toji would fall for that.

you look over at toji, fully expecting him to be equally disinterested, but he has a half-smirk on his face as he checks the girl out. "you."

. . .

"why are you ignoring me?" 

you don't reply, instead fixing your eyes on your phone determinedly. since you two are neighbors, he's taken the liberty of dropping you home. toji only appears mildly inconvenienced by your silence — in fact, he only noticed when you didn't reply after he asked if you wanted to turn down the air conditioning.

after a couple more seconds of silence, toji exhales roughly and rests one of his arms on the side of the car window, green eyes focused on the road in front of the two of you.

"alright then," he mutters under his breath, sharply turning the wheel with his right hand and swerving to the side of the suburban road.

"what the hell—" 

toji's haphazard parking is crooked, but it's only a couple houses down from yours. if you wanted to, you could just leave, and the realization sinks in a second too late.

"listen, i don't need any of your petty sulkin' right now," he snaps, sharp eyes focused on yours. "just tell me what the fuck your problem is."

"why do you care?" you ask, biting the side of your cheek and looking away. the sun has long dropped below the horizon, and the sky is painted with every shade of navy on the spectrum.

the dim streetlight illuminates toji's face through the tinted car window, and his scowl deepens. "because y're gonna grump about whatever this is for days n' days, and it's no fun carpooling with a bitch."

you scoff and lean back, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. "did you just call me a bitch?" you snap, glaring at toji irritably.

toji shrugs, raising his hands diplomatically. "i'm just sayin' that if this gets any worse, you're gonna get pretty close." he tilts his head slightly, studying your expression. "what're you even pissed about anyways?"

no reply.

"god, you're impossible," he grumbles, shaking his head. he sighs and leans over, and for a second some hopeless part of you thinks he's about to kiss you.

ha, you wish.

instead, his hand tightens around your seatbelt, and he looks down at your indignant face. "i'm not lettin' ya go until you tell me what i did."

. . .

ten minutes later, you and toji are still glaring at each other in silence. throughout the time you've known him, he's always been equally — if not more — stubborn, and frankly, you'd like to catch some sleep tonight.

wanting to get this over with so toji, you finally exhale a long, hard sigh and lower your gaze. "i'm just annoyed 'cause of the party," you mutter sulkily.

toji's narrows his eyes, and after a second, he raises an eyebrow. "is this about the girl i said i'd fuck?"

swallowing your pride is like swallowing poison, but you manage to choke out a "yeah." 

"i see." toji tilts his head, eyebrows furrowing thoughtfully. honestly, you expected him to more smug about you giving in first, but instead, he seems... you're not quite sure.

"well, i didn't think it through," toji says with a shrug. he leans back and shifts the gear into drive, eyes focused intently on the dark, rain-drenched road.

maybe you imagine it, but you could swear you hear toji mutter a "fuckin' idiot" to himself under his breath.

he glances over at you and scowls, but the edges of his lips are tilted upwards. "what're you smiling about?"

"nothing you need to know."

"hmph."

[dokries]

all my love

pairing: choi seungcheol (s.coups) x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

word count: 2.2k

warnings: mentions of drinking (reader is not present), crying drunk hoshi (and seokmin), jeonghan is the devil personified /hj, allusions to the movie drawing closer (2024), love confessions, use of baby

author note: this was a birthday gift for my beloved @m00n1sms ‎♡ eishi, i love you!! thanks for giving me permission to post this :> this was also written shortly after i watched a movie that caused a headache because i cried too much (drawing closer) and i needed to incorporate it in here because i love it <3 lots of love and i hope you enjoy :D

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seungcheol swears he’s not in love with you.

actually, he’s insistent on it, even when his friends raise an eyebrow and laugh it off…which is what’s happening right now, at their monthly dinner—hey, it’s harder than it looks to gather all thirteen of them for a simple dinner and as the adopted father, he makes sure that there’s always one every single month.

“you’re in love, aren’t you?” soonyoung giggles, and half of the group joins in to laugh at seungcheol’s pouty face.

“hey!” seungcheol protests as he slams down the shot glass of what was once filled with soju down. “stop accusing me of things that aren’t true!”

jeonghan raises an eyebrow beside him and before seungcheol can question his best friend’s actions, soonyoung starts crying.

“how would you feel if you were them, and you didn’t get to see your crush anymore cause he was avoiding you and his feelings for you?” soonyoung sniffles and mingyu wraps an arm around his drunk friend to soothe him, bringing soonyoung into his chest.

seungcheol stares at the two of them before sighing because no matter how many glasses soonyoung had drunk already—which seemed to be way too many—he might have a point, one seungcheol isn't ready to admit.

jeonghan sips his beer quietly before stating bluntly, “you should hang out with them on thursday.”

“what?” seungcheol turns to face him before blinking.

“we were supposed to go to this little flower bouquet workshop on thursday and i really don’t think they would mind if you went instead of me.” jeonghan says casually as he puts down his glass.

he turns to look lazily at his hopelessly in love friend, and sighs. “besides, they think something is up with you…just don’t make it obvious, okay?”

“make what obvious?” seungcheol looks at jeonghan curiously.

“that you love them!” seokmin chimes in from the other end of the long table, getting up so seungcheol can hear him better (he’s drunk as well, just like soonyoung).

seungcheol slumps, pouring himself another drink, already knowing by jeonghan’s evil giggle and glance with joshua that it’s going to be a long night for him especially.

if one thing’s for sure, you weren’t expecting seungcheol to show up at your door with a bouquet of flowers after ghosting you for a week. well, he did say work had become busier but still (it’s easier to be petty than confront your feelings, especially when his hair is all fluffy and his smile is apologetic).

“here,” seungcheol gives you the white orchids with a nervous smile, scratching the back of his neck with the hand that didn’t just brush against yours.

“where’s jeonghan?” you stare down at the bouquet before up at him with a raised eyebrow, ignoring the way your heart beats at the small note that says “i’m sorry :(” tucked into the paper wrap.

confused, seungcheol takes his phone out and points to it. “did he not text you?”

you shake your head before letting seungcheol in so he doesn’t have to stand outside awkwardly any longer, grabbing your phone as you tell him to get comfortable on the couch in your living room.

you ❙

jeonghan where are you and why is s**ngch**l here instead ‎♡

wow that’s a lot of censoring

scum of the earth hellspawn <3 ❙

hehe

you ❙

is that your only response??

i know where you live. do not play with me yoon jeonghan.

scum of the earth hellspawn <3 ❙

fine fine

i’ll explain myself

he’s my replacement for today 😇

just thought you two losers needed to spend time together and you know…actually talk 💀

have fun! thank me later

okay, so basically jeonghan’s being a menace like usual. that’s okay, you’re used to it—but why does he have to involve poor helpless seungcheol in this? you turn to look at the man who’s mindlessly toying with the hem of his blue shirt as he waits for you.

ah, seungcheol. where do you start with him?

originally, you knew him through jeonghan, one of the few mutual friends you had until you got introduced to the whole group after sharing a university class. now out of that hellscape, you’ve stayed somewhat close with all of them, often being invited to the little get-togethers they do once every few months at jeonghan and seungkwan’s shared place, and that is where you met the man of your dreams (all while jeonghan was taking a heavy nap, actually; maybe jeonghan had a vision of bringing his two friends together).

as you sit beside him, seungcheol clears his throat, unsure of where to start. “so…”

you turn your body towards him, encouraging seungcheol to continue with a nod of your head. he blinks before clearing his throat again, though this time his tone is less apprehensive. “i’m sorry i didn’t reply to your texts. i just…”

“…couldn’t handle social contact unless you were forced into it by a certain devil?” you pick up where he pauses, and he cracks a smile at your joke. “yeah i thought so.”

seungcheol’s too scared he’ll accidentally confess if he reveals why he really didn’t say anything back to your numerous well wishes, so he nods with a bittersweet smile, scolding himself in his head for thinking today will be any different from a friend date.

you glance over at the flowers he’s just given you, now secure in a spare vase you had sitting around as you made sure to give them a home before messaging jeonghan, and chuckle, unknowingly lifting seungcheol’s spirits. “you do know we’re going to a flower bouquet making workshop, right?”

“oh. well…” he freezes before pursing his lips and hiding his head in his hands. of course, he completely forgot that you are literally going to the all my love flower shop jeonghan had suggested going to earlier for apology flowers…he did that on purpose, didn’t he?

you smile, shaking your head at his embarrassment. “it’s okay cheol, don’t worry. you can just make me another one to make up for all those days you ghosted me!”

seungcheol winces again but sighs in relief at how casually you mention it; maybe you aren’t that mad after all? he knows he couldn’t be frustrated with you anyway since he is to blame after all, and the little grin on your face as you hold out a hand to help lift him up being one he missed dearly is one he can’t be angry at.

“seungcheol, you’re clipping them all wrong! they’re never gonna last once you put them in water at that rate.”

seungcheol turns to you, his eye twitching at the nagging he’s had to endure once you started the small class. set in the exact same flower shop as the one he entered earlier—the workers gave him a curious glance before noticing you beside him and giving him a wink, making his ears red—the two of you had been led to a small section of the store where there were small pristine tables laid out with newspaper and scissors, as well as things he eventually learned how to use, like the book of flowers and their meanings, which is now serving as a barrier in the middle of the table.

he says your name impatiently before sighing to himself, wondering what jeonghan has gotten him into. “hey, i’m trying my best, okay! besides the instructor said it was fine since it’s my first bouquet anyway.”

“well, i wanna keep it forever since you made it for me, so i need it to be a bouquet that lasts!” you complain, frowning at seungcheol’s dismissive words before immediately turning to your own work in front of you, choosing to ignore your slight slip up.

seungcheol clears his throat before looking over at what you have so far and lets out an begrudgingly appreciative hum. “that’s pretty good actually.”

“aw thanks, cheol!” you smile at him and he suddenly feels like the already vibrant flowers in front of him became so much brighter in just an instant.

he grins to himself, humming softly as he organizes the gerberas in front of him into a small pile; there’s only three of them anyway, all warm colours that match you perfectly.

you had questioned the amount of flowers he had taken and he answered with “it’s easier to handle,” which you thought was a believable excuse. however, he’s taking a page from the book of the movie drunk seokmin had cried about at their gathering the other day, and plans to give you exactly three gerberas, a love confession and one of loyalty, which is something he’s always been to you.

of course, he seems to think you have no idea, and he’s dead wrong. you exhale a shaky breath as you finish up your own bouquet, a collection of the flowers you found pretty while looking at what the shop offers. however, though you’re unaware of it, you also have the same idea to seungcheol’s: using gerberas like in the movie drawing closer to confess your love shyly.

the six gerberas, all ranging from deep reds to cheerful yellows, are arranged in the middle with several other small filler flowers surrounding them, thanks to the help of the instructor who picked them out for you with a wink, knowing what the two of you are up to.

assuming seungcheol is oblivious about the meaning of his own arrangement, you give a content nod to him once he finishes, wrapping up the flowers in probably the prettiest newspaper you’ve ever seen—it’s decorated with flowers and small doodles that match the simplicity of the bouquet he’s created, and he can’t help but smile as you finish up your own with a small bow with twine.

the instructor waves you over to the counter at the front of the store to pay with a smile, and rings you up as seungcheol offers to pay with a sheepish smile, still trying to make up for not being with you for the last week.

“oh my god, these are so cute! i can’t believe you both love each other so much…” the employee points to your hard work and gushes over it as you watch in horror. “like using these to say ‘i’m crazy over you’? that’s genius, especially when you consider how your boyfriend’s bouquet is him confessing he loves you!”

“you two are so versed in the language of flowers, and i’m guessing you watched drawing closer as well! such a tragic love story but i’m guessing it makes you grateful for your own relationship, am i right?” she squeals before handing you your respective bouquets, ushering you out of the all my love flower shop with a “have a nice day, lovebirds!”

you turn to seungcheol and are surprised at how red his face is, his cheeks rivalling your own. maybe…it would be a good idea to just roll with what the nosy shopkeeper was saying, considering it’s true—at least, for you.

you thrust out the bouquet in your shaky hands towards him. “this…is for you, and it’s just like she said.” you clear your throat, since it dries at the sheer adoration in seungcheol’s eyes once you meet them. “i’m crazy in love with you and your short temper, your caring nature and well, just you.”

he takes your bouquet in the hand that’s not holding his own with a smile that’s growing bigger by the second, and you get the courage to continue. “i’ve been holding this off so long because i was scared you didn’t feel the same way, and i…i guess i really hope that lady was right about your flowers.”

seungcheol gulps, giving you the bouquet crafted specifically for you, and sighs, covering the hand you’re using to hold it. “she was totally right…i’m in love with you too, and i’ve already tried denying it.”

he shakes his head with a laugh. “the guys were all right; i was hurting you by not being direct, and i hope that you’ll forgive me for that. this,” he looks down at the three flowers in your now interlocked hands, “is my way of confessing that i want to be by your side, if you’ll let me.”

you grin with him and nod, bringing your heads closer to touch your foreheads together as seungcheol giggles. “i love you so much.”

“i love you too, baby.” he replies instantly, leaving no room for hesitation like he has so many times before, and you turn red at the pet name. just before seungcheol can comment on how cute you are, he’s interrupted by a voice from behind you, and the two of you freeze.

“um, so sorry to interrupt your moment but you’re blocking the entryway of the shop,” the employee says, peeking her head out of the building you had just exited with a sheepish smile.

you and seungcheol exchange a glance before apologizing furiously and walking off in search of a bench to rest, with one of your hands holding the other’s, and one holding your now blossomed love.