#you guys are just gonna have to deal with my PLOT REPEATS

[sunshinereddie]

20k words into the secret fic and im just now realizing. there is a major plot point almost identical to another one of my fics. a;ekjfnslejrgjb

[taurasiluvr]

BABY IT AIN'T REALLY CHEATING IF HE DON'T SEE ── BUECKERS⁵

how you can help palestine prequel part three

★ based on dope love by gucci mane. you have an annoying boyfriend who always seems to be jealous of paige. and you've never even given him a reason to not trust you . . . of course not!

 ⠀ ── ⠀warnings ;; nsfw under the cut, mdni. smut with a little plot, cheating (on irrelevant bf), asshole!paige, fingering, exhibitionism (sorta if that's what you can even call it).

 ⠀ ── ⠀word count ;; 3.6k

 ⠀ ── ⠀rylin's notes ;; requests are open for those who want to send them in :p

"you're embarrassing me," the words came out of your mouth, your tone annoyed as you glared up at your boyfriend. you couldn't believe that he asked paige for a 1v1 – and on top of that, he lost.

now he was acting all pissy, pacing back and forth on the court with his hands on his hips. paige, your best friend since forever, stood a few feet away, trying to hide her smirk. obviously, she shouldn't be intimidated by your boyfriend, who was supposed to be confident and supportive, not a sore loser.

"maybe if you hadn't underestimated her," you continued, your voice cutting through his grumbling. "you know how good she is, she's literally d1."

paige smirked slightly as she shrugged, taking a sip out of the red solo cup. "it's just a game, guys. it's not a big deal,"

your boyfriend shot her a glare, then turned to you. "why are you taking her side?"

"cus you're acting like a damn child," you snapped back. "it's not her fault you lost."

your boyfriend’s face flushed an even deeper shade of red. he stopped pacing and turned to face you, his hands still on his hips. the music and laughter from the party around you seemed to fade into the background as his eyes searched yours for any sort of validation.

"i just... didn't think she'd take it so seriously," he mumbled, his voice lacking its usual confidence.

paige chuckled softly, shaking her head. "i didn't take it seriously, man. it's just a game," she repeated, her tone light but her eyes sparkling with a hint of amusement as she glanced at you, licking her lips slightly.

"just a game?" he repeated as he glared at the blonde. "i just got beat by a girl! i'm gonna get absolutely flamed in the groupchat,"

"hey, she's also d1! you don't even play basketball," you retorted, feeling your frustration rise. "it's not like you lost to someone off the street. paige is amazing at this."

"whatever," he muttered, looking away and crossing his arms. "still feels like shit, specially cause you're my girl and shit,"

paige raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the interaction more than she should. "dude, it's just a game. and besides, who cares what your friends think? they'll get over it."

"easy for you to say," he snapped back, his voice growing louder as he began walking toward her. "you didn't just embarrass yourself."

you stepped between them, your patience wearing thin. "enough. you're acting like a sore loser and it's not a good look."

he glared at you, the hurt evident in his eyes. "why are you always defending her? it's like you take her side over mine every fuckin' time."

"because you're acting ridiculous!" you shot back. "paige is my best friend, and you're being unfair to her and to me. this has nothing to do with sides and more to do with you and your weird competition with her."

he clenched his jaw, his eyes flicking back and forth between you and paige. "weird competition? baby, it's obvious she has a thing for you, i mean jesus-"

you immediately let out a groan. "are we really gonna talk about this now, again? i told you-"

"i don't care, she obviously does!" he finally snapped. you grabbed his arm as he continued shouting about whatever he thinks is going on between you the blonde.

paige watched as you dragged your boyfriend to the side, letting out an amused laugh as she shook her head. she went back inside to get a refill, finding aubrey and nika.

"you gotta stop playing with him," nika stifled a laugh as she glanced outside, watching you and your boyfriend laughing. "i feel bad. we all watched him get absolutely obliterated by you."

aubrey laughed, nodding. "that was so fucking embarrassing, my god. i got an ick and i don't even like him."

paige shrugged, a smirk playing on her lips. "can't help that i'm good at basketball. and it's not like i'm doing it on purpose. he's the one who keeps trying to prove himself."

nika shook her head, still grinning. "well, he's definitely not doing himself any favors."

aubrey took a sip from her cup, raising an eyebrow. "you think she's actually gonna stay with him much longer? i mean, look at them."

they all glanced outside where you were still talking animatedly with your boyfriend. his face was red with frustration, while yours was a mix of exasperation and annoyance.

paige sighed, her expression softening a bit. "nah, probably. she deserves someone who doesn't get all insecure and jealous over nothing."

aubrey and nika exchanged looks, their faces entertained. nika spoke up, "paige we're not dumb, we know you've fucked before."

paige shrugged, a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "yeah well... they were on break," she look a sip of her drink as she glanced up at her friends, their expressions unconvinced.

nika raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "on a break, huh? and does he know about this?"

paige hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. "nah, he doesn't."

nika let out a low whistle. "that's risky, paige. he looks like the type to not mind... you know, beating your ass."

paige laughed as she shrugged. "yeah and he's also like, 5'8."

"if he tried, he'd get humbled," aubrey glanced toward her blonde friend, a smirk playing on her lips. "again," she added.

paige chuckled, her confidence unwavering. "exactly. i'm not too worried about him. besides, it's not like it was a regular thing. it was a one-time thing."

nika leaned back, her expression thoughtful. "still, you should be careful. if he finds out, things could get messy."

paige nodded, acknowledging the risk. "yeah, but it's done, and i can't undo it, i just have to handle things as they come."

aubrey took a sip from her drink, her eyes glinting with mischief. "you know, if you play your cards right, you might not have to worry about him for much longer."

"yeah, i know," she smirked as she glanced at you, you were still arguing with your boyfriend. "i know,"

as they continued talking, you and your boyfriend reentered the house, your faces still showing signs of the recent argument. paige watched as you tried to shake off the tension, joining your friends and attempting to immerse yourself in the party's atmosphere.

nika leaned in, whispering to paige, "think she'll be okay?"

Paige nodded, her eyes following you as you made your way to the group. "she's a big girl, i don't think she cares as much she pretends to."

you approached, giving paige a grateful smile. "hey, guys. sorry about that."

aubrey waved it off, her demeanor light and carefree. "no worries. we're just glad you're back."

nika chimed in, "yeah, we missed you. come on, let's have some fun."

you felt a wave of relief wash over you as your friends welcomed you back with open arms. paige stayed close, her presence a steady comfort. the rest of the night passed in a blur of laughter and camaraderie, the earlier tension fading into the background.

 ⠀ ── ⠀

"and he's so damn clingy, it gets on my nerves," you resisted an eyeroll as you spoke, doing your night time routine in the foggy mirror. paige stood behind you, her hands on your hips and her chin on your shoulder, watching you through the reflection.

"yeah?" she mumbled as you nodded. her hair was wet from the shower, her eyes were red from the exhaustion of the whole day but right now – she didn't feel a tinge of weariness.

you sighed, putting down your toothbrush and meeting paige's eyes in the mirror. "yeah, it’s like he always needs to know where i am, what i’m doing, who i’m with. It’s suffocating."

paige grip on your hips tightened slightly, her presence grounding you. "sounds exhausting," she murmured, her voice gentle. "you deserve to feel free, not like you’re constantly under surveillance."

you nodded, leaning back into her embrace. "exactly. and tonight... all that jealousy over a basketball game? it's just too much."

paige pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, her breath warm against your skin. "you deserve better than that. someone who trusts you and supports you, not someone who’s always questioning you."

you turned to face her, her hands sliding around to rest on the small of your back. "i know. it’s just hard. we've been together for a while, and i don’t wanna hurt him. but i can’t keep going like this."

paige's eyes softened, her thumb brushing gently against your side as her hands slid down them. "you have to take care of yourself first. it’s not selfish to want to be happy."

you smiled as her eyes dilated, her tongue sticking out to wet her lips. "he needs to trust you, cause... you know, you are," paige's voice came out teasing.

you let out a playful scoff as you pushed her away, a smirk playing on your lips. "gonna bring that up again, p?"

"what?" she laughed as her hands made their way back to your hips. "really gonna tell that i didn't rock your world? you were crying and everything, my ego's never gonna that go."

"i know," you felt your cheeks heat up, a blush creeping up your neck. "don't need to remind me every chance you get."

paige's laughter was warm and genuine as she pulled you closer again, her forehead resting against yours. "just making sure you remember,"

you rolled your eyes, but your smile widened. "how could i forget? you never let me."

"and i never will," you turned back around, continuing your routine. "i still think about it, you know?"

paige's smirk widened as she saw the seriousness in your expression through the foggy reflection. "yeah?"

"yeah," you repeated as you met her eyes through the reflection. "all the time."

there was a moment of silence as you continued your routine, paige was lost in thought as she zoned out. "does he fuck you like i do?"

the question came out of nowhere and you almost choked on the mouthwash. you spit out and paige watched your expression carefully. the air in the bathroom seemed to thicken as you processed her words, unsure of how to respond.

paige's gaze held yours steadily, her expression unreadable yet intense. she seemed to be searching for something in your reaction, her smirk fading into a more serious demeanor.

"no, he doesn't."

paige's smirk immediately came back with the answer, her hands pulling you into her chest. "yeah, i knew that."

she didn't any more of an answer, her lips found your shoulder as she began kissing up to your neck. as her lips found the sensitive spot just below your ear, your head spun with a whirlwind of emotions. the familiarity of her touch, coupled with the depth of your connection, ignited a fire within you that burned brighter than ever before.

paige's hands roamed gently over your back, her touch leaving a trail of tingling sensations in its wake.

her breath tickled your skin as she whispered against your ear, her voice husky with desire. "gonna do you so good, baby,"

as paige’s breath sent shivers down your spine, her words were a promise, igniting a flame of anticipation within you. you turned in her embrace, your eyes meeting hers with a mix of longing and uncertainty. paige's gaze softened, her fingers trailing lightly up your arms to cup your face.

“i’ve missed you,” she murmured, her thumb brushing tenderly across your cheek.

“i’ve missed you too,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

the tension between you was palpable, the weight of unspoken feelings hanging in the air. paige leaned in, her lips capturing yours in a slow, deliberate kiss that sent a rush of warmth through your body. you melted into her, your hands finding their way to her damp hair, pulling her closer.

paige's kiss deepened, her hands sliding down your back to grip your hips, anchoring you to her. the taste of mint lingered on your lips from the mouthwash, mingling with the familiar flavor of her.

with a gentle push, paige guided you back against the sink, her lips never leaving yours. her hands explored your body with a familiarity that made your heart race, every touch a reminder of the history you shared. as her kisses trailed down your neck, you let out a soft moan, your fingers tangling in her hair.

“oh p,” you breathed, your voice a mix of need and desperation.

she paused, lifting her head to meet your gaze, her eyes dark with desire. “tell me what you want, baby.”

“want you,” you confessed, your cheeks flushing with the raw honesty of your words.

paige's lips curved into a satisfied smile, her hands slipping under your shirt to caress the bare skin of your waist. “you’re going to have me, princess.”

with a swift motion, she lifted you into her arms as she carried you to your bed. her mouth claimed yours again, the kiss hungry and demanding. your fingers fumbled with the hem of her shirt, desperate to feel more of her as she dropped you on the bed.

paige broke the kiss long enough to pull her shirt over her head, her eyes never leaving yours. her bare chest pressed against yours as she kissed you again, her hands working to slide off your shorts. you arched into her touch, the sensation of her hands on you sending waves of pleasure through your body.

as your shorts hit the floor, paige's fingers found their way to your core, teasing you through the fabric of your underwear. you gasped, your hips bucking against her hand, craving more. paige's smirk returned, her thumb circling your clit with agonizing slowness.

she pushed you further up the bed, her body following closely as she settled between your legs. paige's eyes never left yours, her gaze intense and filled with desire. her fingers continued their slow, torturous teasing, making you writhe beneath her.

“paige, please,” you begged, your voice a desperate whisper.

her smirk softened into a sweet smile, and she leaned down to press a kiss to your lips. “love hearing you beg,” she murmured against your mouth before trailing kisses down your neck, her hands slipping beneath your underwear to finally touch your bare skin.

with a gentle but firm touch, she slid your underwear down, her fingers finding their way to your wetness. you moaned, your head falling back as she began to pleasure you, her movements deliberate and skilled. paige knew exactly how to drive you insane, her fingers curling inside you in a rhythm that had you teetering on the edge.

you let out a shuddering breath, your body arching into her touch. she set a steady rhythm, her thumb circling your clit in time with the thrusts of her fingers. every stroke sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, each one more intense than the last.

your hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer as she kissed her way down your body. her lips left a trail of fire on your skin, each touch igniting a deeper desire within you. when she reached your breasts, her mouth closed over one nipple, sucking and nibbling gently.

the dual sensations of her mouth and her fingers had you spiraling quickly towards the edge. your breaths came in short gasps, your body trembling with the effort to hold back.

then, your phone began buzzing next to you. you let out an annoyed huff – you already knew who it was. you chose to ignore it, but paige had other plans.

"answer it, princess," she mumbled as she sat up, meeting your gaze.

you stared at her, bewildered, your body still trembling from her touch. "paige," you whispered, a mix of frustration and disbelief in your voice.

paige's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in, her lips brushing your ear. "answer it," she repeated, her voice low and commanding. "want him to hear how good i make you feel."

your heart raced, both from the lingering pleasure and the audacity of her request. with trembling hands, you reached for the phone, your eyes never leaving paige's. she watched you intently, her fingers still moving slowly inside you, maintaining the agonizing pleasure.

you hit the answer button, bringing the phone to your ear. "hello?" you managed to say, your voice shaky.

your boyfriend's voice came through the line, filled with concern and irritation. "where are you? why haven't you answered my texts?"

paige's smirk widened, and she pressed a kiss to your shoulder, her fingers quickening their pace slightly. you bit your lip to stifle a moan, your head falling back against the pillow.

"'m... busy," you replied, your voice strained.

"busy? doin' what?" he demanded, suspicion lacing his words.

paige’s other hand moved to tease your nipple, her thumb flicking over it with expert precision. you let out a soft gasp, unable to hold it back. "just... with friends, we're at my..." you managed to say, your breath hitching. "apartment,"

there was a pause on the other end of the line, your boyfriend clearly picking up on the unusual tone in your voice. "you okay? you sound... different."

paige's lips curled into a wicked smile, her fingers curling inside you, hitting just the right spot. you couldn't help the moan that escaped your lips, your body arching into her touch. "oh fuck," you let out before you sighed, putting a hand over your mouth.

"i'm fine," you lied, your voice trembling. "just... having a good time."

Your boyfriend’s voice grew more insistent. "where are you? i want to see you."

paige leaned closer, her breath hot against your ear as she whispered, "tell him you're with me."

you swallowed hard, trying to focus on the conversation despite the overwhelming sensations. "'m with paige," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"paige?" he repeated, his tone a mix of confusion and frustration. "what the hell is going on?"

"nothing!" you shouted, the frustration overtaking your senses. "my god, let me fucking breathe. we're just watching a movie and we're tired, can't get a second alone,"

paige's smirk grew as she listened to your conversation, her fingers still teasing you, maintaining a torturous pace that kept you on the edge. she nibbled gently on your neck, her breath warm against your skin, and you fought to keep your voice steady.

on the other end of the line, your boyfriend’s frustration was palpable. “why didn’t you just say that? you’ve been acting so weird lately.”

You took a shaky breath, trying to focus on the words and not the intense pleasure paige was giving you. “i’m not acting weird. just need some space sometimes.”

“space? is that what you call ignoring my calls and hanging out with paige all the time?” he snapped.

paige fingers quickened slightly, pushing you closer to the edge, beginning to completely finger-fuck you. you bit your lip to stifle a moan, your hips bucking involuntarily. “’m not ignoring you,” you said through gritted teeth, trying to sound convincing. “i think i just… need a break.”

“a break?” he echoed, his voice growing louder. “what kind of break?”

paige leaned in, her voice a whisper in your ear. “tell him you’re taking a break from him.”

you swallowed hard, the words sticking in your throat. “think we need a break,” you finally said, your voice barely above a whisper.

“what?” he shouted, disbelief and anger mingling in his tone. “are you fucking serious?”

“yeah,” you said more firmly, finding your resolve.

he began shouting but you were too engulfed in her fingers, your breaths coming out in shudders. the phone fell out of your hand as you moaned, your back arching into her touch.

paige chose that moment to push you over the edge, her fingers and lips working in perfect harmony to send you spiraling into a powerful orgasm. you cried out, your body shaking with the force of it, the annoyed shouts still coming from the phone.

paige caught the phone, her eyes locking with yours as she brought it to her ear. "she busy right now," she said, her tone unapologetic and firm. "she'll call you in the morning,"

with that, she ended the call, tossing the phone aside as she gathered you in her arms. you were still trembling, your body buzzing with the aftershocks of your orgasm. paige's touch was gentle now, soothing as she held you close.

"you gonna call him in the morning?" she teased as you laid on her chest. you stifled a laugh as you shook your head.

"probably, he's probably crying right now."

she shrugged, "i would too if i lost a bad bitch like you,"

you couldn't help but smile at her words, a warmth spreading through your chest. "you're ridiculous," you murmured, nuzzling closer into her embrace.

paige's fingers traced soothing patterns on your back, her touch comforting and tender. "yeah, but you love it," she replied, her voice soft.

you sighed contentedly, letting the calm after the storm wash over you. "yeah, i do."

you stayed like that for a long time, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world fading away. eventually, the exhaustion of the day caught up with you, and your eyes grew heavy.

"get some sleep," paige murmured, her voice a gentle lullaby. "we'll figure everything out in the morning."

you nodded sleepily, feeling safe and secure in her arms. "goodnight, p."

"goodnight, beautiful," she whispered, holding you close as you drifted off to sleep.

if you enjoyed, any interaction is greatly appreciated!

with love, rylin 𝜗𝜚

[bitchimasnake-sss]

YOUR YUJI FIC WAS SO YUMMY 😳 I would love a part 2 if you’re ever up for writing it! 🥹

GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM THE FUCKING DEAD. ME. ME. I AM BACK AAAAAAAAAAAAAGH (im sorry i just missed writing). well, anyways, with me comes the power of horny <3

ps: this took me fucking four days to write and i don't even think it's good 😭😭 writers block is a bitch

🧸learning some lessons ft. yuuji itadori!

continuation of my previous fic "teaching some lessons", so, i suggest read that first to ensure you're fully immersed into the horny storyline. set-up: yuuji itadori. the quarterback, the guy you're giving "sex ed" lessons, and ofcourse, the brother of your childhood best friend sukuna. what could ever go wrong with this combination? nothing, i hope? warnings: contains nsfw concepts such as yuuji's first time, overstimulation, penetration, a bit of porn logic. and as always, sukuna, nobara and megumi are fucking menaces. stay blessed y'all, and minors DO NOT INTERACT I WILL FIND YOU AND HUNT YOUR ASSES. [ALSO A LITTLE BIT OF TOJI AND GOJO SLANDER IM SORRY] wc: 6.4k porn with A LOT of plot [like 70% plot im sorry]

"dude." megumi's usual nonchalant demeanor had faded in a matter of seconds. now, each of his drawled out words had a certain twinge of dread, "this is actually fucking insane."

"hm?" the pink-haired quarterback didn't even bother to dignify his best friend's statement with a proper answer. he was too busy rapidly pressing the controls, trying to get the shots right.

but megumi's hand had gone slack, the controller barely held limply in his palm. he turned to stare down the forementioned pink-headed idiot. he repeated himself, "yuuji."

"gumi—" yuuji hissed back, "we're losing, fucking focus."

"you just told me that you're fucking sukuna's best friend. her." megumi deadpanned, "the only thing i need to focus on is arranging your funeral."

yuuji hissed through his teeth as his player got shot right in the head and a definitive 'GAME OVER' flashed all across the tv screen. he sunk backwards into the comfortable couch at the fushiguro household. megumi shifted backwards too, slumping next to his best friend with a resigned sigh.

the house was eerily quiet, save for the sounds of the background score of the game playing in the background. yuuji knew tsumiki was out shopping with her friends, and gojo was out annoying the hell out of someone or the other (possibly, coach nanamin). who else was to be considered in the fushiguro household? toji fushiguro? he was an enigma. he came when he felt like and left just as soon. a model poster boy for giving people daddy issues, yuuji presumed.

"have i told you your couch is super nice?" yuuji asked as he stared at the overhead lighting before sweeping his gaze over the modern living room.

"multiple times."

the quarterback snorted, "you remember the time i got drunk—"

"—and tried to take the couch home. yes, i do. i also remember the time sukuna chased you with a knife cause you took his last pack of cheetos. imagine what he would do when you take his best friend."

yuuji pouted, giving megumi a side-eye he couldn't miss, "you're no fun."

"be for fucking real." the raved head sat up, turning towards yuuji at lightning speed. his eyes squinted in scrutiny, "you're the one making idle chit-chat as if sukuna isn't gonna kill you the moment he finds out what you and her have been up to."

"yeah but—" yuuji sighed, rubbing his palms against his face slowly, "is it really that big of a deal? i mean, it's just a few lessons here and there. it's not like she likes me or something—"

"—yeah, she probably won't. ever. considering she called you her little brother."

"oh, fuck off, gumi. that was when we were five."

"just pointing down the obvious."

"i knew i should have told nobara about the situation. she would have given much better advice."

"kugisaki would have laughed at you so hard, she would have cried." megumi got up, probably to get some more chips. as he left, he quipped over his shoulder, "you're catching feelings for someone who doesn't have that kind of interest in you, itadori. you will end up looking like an idiot at the end. and possibly dead."

well, maybe megumi fushiguro had a point. but that point was so goddamn hard to see with your thighs pressed on either sides of his face.

🧸lesson 04: maybe making girls cry is okay sometimes

"mhm- ngh oh my god. yuu." yuuji placed his tongue flat against your pulsating clit. you bucked into his face, pressing his mouth messily to your hot core as you showered him in breathless praises.

nobody was home. kuna was probably gonna be home later at night and so, you both had decided his room as the venue for your next 'lesson'.

you weren't even sure which numbered orgasm it was at this point. and you weren't sure if you even existed anymore outside of yuuji and his face and his tongue and yuuji.

red, hot need ran it's course through your body as the jock manhandled you. his calloused palms pulled your jerking hips downwards to steady them and then, pulled you hastily towards himself. yur jaw fell open, going slack at the torturous stimulation yuuji had the audacity to hum in approval when you momentarily went slack under him.

"yuuji, yuuji. yuu. pl-please please- stop. st-" tears pricked at your eyes as you called out his name in a futile attempt to get him to stop. your hands bunched at his sweaty locks, pushing and pulling to get his wicked tongue on your sensitive cunt to ease up.

but the jock was unforgiving.

his tongue dipped within you, your muscles contracting and spasming against his pretty face as his nose dug deeper against your clit. his tongue was fast, delving in and out of you methodically as you bucked and keened under his touches. the salty tears fell down your cheeks.

"yuu—" you mumbled in a weak voice and he finally looked up so as to assess the damage.

"hm?" his mouth finally parted from yours, messy and sticky.

and when yuuji looked up at you, he was sure this is the last sight he would see before he was condemned to hell for the rest of eternity. your eyes were watery, lips swollen and quivering. you could barely keep your vision straight before you clenched your eyes shut and tried to pry him off of yourself.

so fucking pretty that it made him ache. and that only pushed him to kiss inner thigh and lick a soft stripe up your gushing cunt, getting back to what he was previously doing.

"fuck fuck fuc— yuu, no. no more. p-plea— fuck." you stomach was full of something hot and molten, something jittery and unstable. something that sounded and tasted a lot like yuuji itadori.

the quarterback stayed on his knees, bringing his forefinger and thumb to pinch and rub your wet clit as your thighs shook, your eyes rolled backwards and your back arched. he grinned — a feral sight — as you finally came undone on his tongue again.

he finally pulled himself upwards, using his discarded tshirt to clean off his face. as he stood before you, all he could do was watch you awestruck.

you were heavenly.

your spent figure was slumped on his bed; t-shirt pushed up to expose your bruised tits and your legs pressed together as you tried to come back on mother earth. your eyes were still closed, cheeks wet from tears and yuuji had to stop himself from begging you to let him fuck you tonight.

but he abstained. of course not. that was insane. you would never let him go that far, would you? so, instead he chose to lie down next to you and pull you into his chest.

you nudged your cheek against his pecs, finding refuge in his warmth and he gladly let you, allowing a small smile on his face. his fingers came up to push back strands of hair from your sweaty forehead and then wipe away the salty tears that had made home against the plane of you cheeks. once he was sure you had caught your breath, he pressed a sweet kiss to your skin. finally, he mumbled, "sorry, did i go too far?"

you shook your head no, curling further into him with ease. and he let you. he shifted his position so as to allow your skin on his, so as to press his nose to your hair and smell that strawberry shampoo, so as to almost pretend for a second that you were his.

but you didn't let the show run for long. a few minutes later, as you felt the energy returning to your body, you attempted to get up.

the jock's eyebrows furrowed, he sat up with you, "something wrong? do you want something? water or—"

"—no, no." you turned to give him a weak smile, "i think i'm just gonna go shower before kuna is home and he finds me like this."

oh. ofcourse. how could he forget the ever-looming threat that was sukuna?

"can you walk?" he asked earnestly, offering you his tshirt so you could put it on, "i can walk you to the shower, if you want."

"i'll be okay, yuu." you poked your head through his shirt, trying to stand up. but your legs immediately wobbled and you lost balance, "—fuck. okay. i guess not."

yuuji offered you a smile, picking you up bridal style as you squealed at his action. a blush crept up your neck and face, "what are you doing?!"

"what? i think i should be responsible for the mess i create, shouldn't i?" he gave you a cheeky smile, the kind where the cut under his eye came alive and he grinned ear to ear. a boyish grin, perhaps. and you were fortunate enough to be on the recipient end of it.

you weren't sure what it was that you felt for yuuji, or what you didn't. all you knew that right now — as he carried you out of his room clad in a t-shirt that smelt like him — it was as if he was aware of the sudden jump your heart and wanted nothing more than to be the cause of your untimely death.

"you don't have to do this." you mumbled.

what did 'this' refer to, exactly? you weren't quite sure. was it the fact that he had entertained your drunken idea for such a long amount of time? or was if the fact that in the moments even when you weren't offering him something physical, he still looked at you as if you hung up stars in the night sky for him? maybe it was as simple as the fact that he was carrying you to run you a bath.

he stayed quiet and you repeated yourself louder, "really, yuuji, you don't have to."

"i want to." and that was all he said.

you felt his biceps tense under you as he shifted your weight on one arm and attempted to open the door with the other. he gave you a reassuring smile, and you nudged your face against his chest to hide your embarrassment at his simple answer.

once he finally was through, he walked into the lliving room, attempting to make his way to the bathroom down the hallway whe—

"YUUJI?!" a voice boomed from the door and both of you whipped your head to look at the man that stood there.

ever heard of divine intervention? yeah, this was whatever the fuck is the opposite to that. satanic intervention. cursed intervention, perhaps.

"ON—ONICHAN?!"

"CHOSO?!" you scrambled off of yuuji, hitting the ground with a muffled thud.

choso immediately looked away from his half-naked brother and the girl in his brother's t-shirt*.

(*yeah, okay, just try to understand the family dynamics for a second. choso [24] is the oldest and he has graduated uni and has a job now. sukuna and (yn) [21] are in their third year, and yuuji [20] is in his second. choso knows who (yn) is since you and kuna are childhood besties or whatever. so... yeah okay, back to the shitshow 👍🏻)

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" choso asked loudly, his eyes still averted from you both so as to not accidentally see your exposed form.

"WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" yuuji retorted as you hid behind his broad figure instinctively, trying to recover whatever ounce of modesty you had.

"I OBVIOUSLY HAD THE KEY TO MY OWN HOME?!"

"WELL, DON'T WALK IN UNANNOUNCED? DO YOU HAVE NO MANNERS?"

"yuuji."

"IM SORRY 'NICHAN!!"

and that is how choso found out about your little arrangement. and that is how you both decided to never have another rendezvous session at the itadori's.

🧸lesson 05: you got this, itadori!

"what the fuck?" megumi asked slowly, eyeing yuuji as the jock shoved some french fries down his mouth.

"YEAH, WHAT THE FUCK?!" nobara repeated, louder. to which, megumi gave her a side-eye, "we're in public, kugisaki."

yuuji took his time, sipping his coke before shrugging, "yeah, so, 'nichan found out."

nobara shook her head, "no. no. turn around 360—"

"—180. 360 makes a circle."

"die, megs. anyways, turn around and tell me that part of the story where you started—" the red-head shuddered, "—doing stuff with senpai. why?! how?! why?! how??"

yuuji took a bite from his burger before saying, "well, she offered."

"fuck that all. it's old news."

"for you. cause, apparently, i was left out of the loop—"

"—much sad. anyways, is choso okay with you and her? or is he gonna snitch you out to sukuna?"

"i mean, no. i don't think so, no." yuuji tried to steal a fry off of nobara's plate and she smacked his hand off, "ow kugisaki! whatever. he gave me a long lecture about how i should actually pursue her and officially ask her out if we wanna keep doing this. after that, for whatever unrelated reason, he cried about how quickly we grew up."

"virgin behavior." nobara stuck out a tongue, quickly reeling out of her disbelief over the fact that yuuji was getting some, "i mean, that's old-fashioned. you don't have to date her, you know?"

"but your brother's not wrong, is he?" megumi offered. "don't keep doing this just cause you want a way to get your dick wet."

"megs, it's not 1920. they are consensual adults and they can just fool around if they're on the same page."

"yeah but about that—" yuuji tried to sneak in a fry from megumi's plate now, "—i think i'm in love with her. and i am pretty sure the feelings are one-sided."

"huH?!"

"what?" the jock looked at the two dumbfounded, "i like her. she's pretty and smart and i think— i like her."

he didn't think he liked you. he knew that he was whole-heartedly, as stupidly as humanly possible, in love with you.

but he didn't bother mentioning the fact.

he didn't bother mentioning a plethora of things, in fact. first, that his heart had been offered to you at the ripe age of four when he first realized that sunlight got caught against your hair strands somewhat magically, and when you smiled, he smiled; and that when he cried, you kissed his imaginary wounds better even when sukuna made fun of him.

he didn't bother mentioning that when he asked you to marry him, there was only such a small part of him that was 'joking', the larger chunk of him would have exchanged his soul for some sort of forbidden alchemy to be with you.

he didn't bother mentioning that when he was thirteen, a slew of girls had asked to be his girlfriend, and he had turned down each one of them to sneak in his first kiss with you.

but all those years of pining just turned into a small ball of anxiety, ever-growing in his stomach. he knew you didn't feel the same. so, he didn't bother saying any of that. because, well, frankly, his situation seems just a tiny-teensy bit pathetic.

"i guess i just like her... just a bit." he repeated, more to himself than others.

"we heard the first time. and the second."

"DUDE" nobara's eyes widened, "she's sukuna's best friend."

"hey, what happened to the fact that we are consensual adults fooling around?"

"oh no, fuck that. i was humoring you." nobara shook her head, "sukuna's gonna murder you."

"yeah, i know." yuuji sighed, his playfulness replaced by something more mature, "i am not gonna ask her out. i think i'm gonna call this— whatever this is— off. i don't want her to lose her friendship with 'kuna, and she... well, she probably doesn't like me anyways."

megumi and nobara exchanged a sorry expression among themselves before looking back to yuuji. but the jock put on a smile, "ah it's fine, it was fun while it lasted." he leaned back in his seat, "wanna catch a movie after this? human earthworm is out."

so the quarterback had gone back home that day with a certain resolve. he would call this off.

he put on his lucky red sweatshirt, put on the cologne you had complimented once when he had gone for one of his lessons, and he put on his best fake smile. as he passed by sukuna in the living room, he guiltily looked away from him and walked out of the door as soon as possible.

"where ya going?" the tatted man asked, not looking up from his phone.

"nowhe—" he sighed, running a hand through his hair before he bent downwards to put on his shoes, "with gumi and nobara. we're going to the arcade."

"you've been hanging out with the fushiguro kid quite a lot nowadays. a lot of sleepovers."

yuuji's fingers halted, slowly fidgeting with the shoelaces before he threw sukuna a casual look, "he's my friend. and his dad is out of town so i go over. got an issue?"

"nah, do whatever." kuna met his eyes but then went back to his phone without saying much. a beat later, he continued, "well, let me know if you'd be home in time for dinner."

yuuji stood up, dusting off his clothes, "you're cooking today?"

"yeah, thought i'd invite her over. she likes that pasta i make."

at the mention of you, yuuji looked over sukuna once. a sharp sting suddenly erupted in his chest like someone had hit him. hard. and, so, without saying anything more, the younger itadori immediately left through the main door.

things must end.

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his fingers skimmed over the ringing bell in front of your apartment as his feet nervously shuffled around at the door. he knew you were on the other side, waiting for him. as the door swung open, he was face to face with your housemate.

"hey?" maki raised an eyebrow, a smug smile on her lips. she was dressed as if she was leaving to go somewhere, "she's in her room."

yuuji simply pursed his lips, nodded and moved past his senior. before walking into your room, he stalled in front of the door, threw his head back to catch maki about to leave, "kugisaki says hi, by the way."

and if yuuji didn't know any better, he would have assumed the glare maki gave was one well-intended to kill him.

he wasn't sure if the room was chilly or if the reason for goosebumps was something else, but nonetheless, he shut the door behind him and stepped into the room. as he came in view with the bed, he found you casually on your back, scrolling your phone.

"yuuji!" you smiled as you sat up, a familiar warmth spreading over your face at his presence. but he merely nodded, his lips drawn into a thin line.

"um," you fidgeted, standing up hastily and laughing to ease the awkwardness, "so, uh— did maki let you in?"

"yeah, she did."

"oh, well, she's going out, so we don't need to worry about her." you paused for a second before your expression fell and you tried again, "hey?"

but a same monotone expression fell across his face, "hey."

"um... is something wrong? in a bad mood or something?"

"not quite." yuuji rubbed the back of his neck, looking down at the cold, wooden floors, "i wanted to talk. to you, i mean."

you nodded, although he didn't look up at you to register your expression. he continued softly, "we should stop this."

"what?"

"i—" he looked up at you, quickly sneaking in a steadying breath, "i wanted to thank you for the 'lessons'. it's been fun and i learnt so much, really. but you don't have to do it anymo—"

"why?" you interrupted, "did someone find out?"

"what? no."

"then?" you stepped towards him, your unyielding gaze trained on his face, "do you not... want to do it with me anymore?"

"no, ofcourse not." his eyes widened and he stepped forward in a desperate attempt to comfort you. his palms found purchase against your cheek, "no. that's not what i meant."

"what do you mean then?" you looked up at him, confused.

"i-" he looked at you softly, "i really can't ruin your friendship with sukuna anymore. we need to stop. it has gone for... for way too long, now, hasn't it?"

"—it's just been a few months."

"come on. we both know we need to stop." he confessed, and as his words left you hollow, so did his touch. he pulled away from you and stepped back a teensy bit to allow you some space. "it will be for the best."

you looked at him for a beat. and then one more. finally, "kiss me."

and the jock obliged without any hesitation. his lips were familiar against yours, his hands on your cheek, and his body weight pressing onto you and pushing you backwards into the bed.

the back of your knees hit the wooden frame and you stumbled backwards, falling onto the bed with a muffled thud. but yuuji didn't bother following you and caging you underneath him. instead, he stood at the edge, waiting.

"yuu?" you asked softly.

"are you sure about this?"

and you weren't sure if he was asking that question to you or himself. you weren't sure if his fingers were shaking from the betrayal or the need to hold you against him. but you nodded your head anyways, "yeah. if this is it. if this is the last time then indulge in my stupid ideas one last time." you paused, "please?"

he nodded before swiftly throwing off his hoodie off of his torso an onto the floor. bruises from a few days before laid tattered across his tan skin and his biceps flexed and moved as he slowly caged you under him.

"fuck," he breathed in slowly, taking in your low-lidded gaze, "you're so fuckin' pretty."

your fingers found solace in his pinkish locks and you pulled him closer — till your skin smelt like his perfume and his stuttered breath hit your lips, "yuuji."

"hm?" his eyes ran over your face, and the adoration in his eyes made you feel like he would set the world aflame if you so as even asked him to.

"fuck me."

his pupils widened, cheeks flushed and a breathless gasp got stuck in his throat. at his reaction, you pulled him downwards, kissing him softly before the tendrils of passing seemed to nip down on both of you. soon after, you were nothing more than messy kisses, clashing teeth and wrong decisions.

"fuuck— ha-harder." he moaned as your fingernails sunk into his scalp, pulling him harder against yourself.

your hands travelled downwards to his chest and you pushed him away only to turn him around and straddle his hips. your pelvis rolled over his, the delicious friction driving you delirious as you peered down at the man under you — kiss-bitten lips, tousled hair, flushed cheeks.

yuuji itadori looked at you as if you were his god.

and you played along. rolling your hips, tracing a finger from his jaw down to his pecs as your lips traced the path with soft kisses soon after.

his hips stuttered, trying to meet your shallow teases before he mumbled out a soft, "take off your clothes."

you smiled, putting on a show for him as you slipped out of your tshirt. leaving yourself exposed to his preying eyes, you slowly took off the bra.

"shit, look at you." he raised himself on his elbows, coming upwards to softly kiss your warm skin before slowly licking over your nipple as another hand fondled the other. your head was thrown back at the feeling of his warm mouth on you while his fingers softly tugged at the other.

soon after that, you found yourself rocking yourself on his long fingers as he sunk his teeth in your neck, getting off on the pretty sounds you made as you rut against him almost as desperately as he was. when he caught you sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, trying to stay quiet, he pulled your face towards his and kissed you senseless. when he pulled away, his hot breath fanned over your lips, "don't. let me hear, please."

and so senseless moans tumbled down your lips as you you came, still rutting against his hand.

when your breath stilled and you finally met his gaze, all you could was breath out an airy, "fuck me, please."

flushed face, hazy eyes, your mouth parted so prettily at the end of the sentence. who was itadori yuuji to deny you of anything?

"say that again."

🧸lesson 06: fuck it up, itadori!

"n-no protection? are you... sure?"

god, he was adorable.

you held back a laugh as you re-assured him a millionth time, "i'm on birth control, so, no. trust me."

"hm. hm." his breath was caught in his throat as if it were a jagged rock. your hands on his torso felt warm — too warm — as if they would char him and you blinked up at him so prettily as you laid atop those pillows.

"i- one second. i-" his voice was thick, hands slightly shaking as he tried to guide his erection into your slick cunt.

"yuu," you cooed and he looked at you in part hope, part confusion. a laugh escaped you at his expression, "you look like a kicked puppy."

"so-sorry, imjustnervous—" he mumbled, his eyes avoiding yours.

"yuu," you repeated, "this is your first time, right?"

he nodded so softly that it was entirely too easy to miss it. you held back an amused grin, "let me help, okay?"

shockwaves ran through his body as your soft hand slowly took ahold of his dick and ran the tip over your clit, gathering your wetness on the mushroom tip. you both held back a choked sigh as your hand continued the same up and down, up and down, up and down motion till you felt as if yuuji was going to cry just from the teasing.

"h-hey—"

"sorry, sorry. no more teasin', i promise." you replied cheekily, fingers finally guiding him to your sloppy hole. and as the tip finally pushed past the first ring of feeble resistance, a shuddering gasp left the man above you.

pushing in inch by inch, you gasped at the sinful stretch of him filling you. your walls spasmed slightly against him, hugging him so sinfully tight that he wondered if he would pass out just right now. but he couldn't. so he commanded himself to keep moving forward till he was all but buried within you.

"s-shit." his breath was heavy against the dip of your neck and you ran a soft hand through his hair, "you okay, yuu?"

"ye-yeah." he shook his head slowly, descending down on you to sink his teeth into your skin again as he started moving slowly.

"jus like that— yeah."

at first his thrusts were slow and shallow, as if he was just testing the waters. but as you found you keening into his touches and moaning as his tip rubbed against a certain spot, he grew sure of his actions.

his thrusts were now harder, a bit more precise and his tempo increased as you dug your heels on his back and tugged on his hair to keep him going.

"jesus" you gasped, back arching off slowly as his lower abs caught friction against your clit and his dick started ramming into your with a periodic rhythm. "fu-fuck is it your fuckin first time? for fucks sake, yuuji ngh—"

his breath was laboured, a thin layer of sweat adorning his forehead and nose, "im a quick learner, fuck— you're shi-shit, you're so fucking perfect."

lifting himself up slightly, his hand snaked in between your bodies and he found himself thumbing at your clit with ease.

"yuuji—" your voice pitched up as his circles grew in pressure. already overstimulated from his administrations on your poor cunt, you felt the pressure building inch by inch till it grabbed ahold of your body and shook you to your very core.

under him, you grabbed hastily at the sheets, at the pillow, at his hair, at anything to keep yourself on this plane of consciousness as he kept drawing messy figures on your clit and fucked into your cervix with reckless abandon.

and that unsteady, familiar feeling grew and grew and grew till it turned your body to jello and burst inwards, "f-fuck shit, ohmygod im cummin im cummin im cumm— FUCK YUUJI—"

his fingers pressed hastily against your lips but the cockiness in his voice practically dripped off of him and onto you, "shh, someone might hear, pretty."

his thrusts grew erratic, nudging him more and more towards a certain, familiar kind of high. his face found solace against your shuddering body as he cursed and spilled inside you.

"fuck." he cursed one last time as he breathed you in, just laying atop you having spent himself.

he slowly pulled himself upwards, pressing a chaste kiss to your nose, and you gave him a spent smile, the kind that had quickly became his favorite. he slowly pulled himself out, and caught the milky white gushing out of your cunt.

and with that, itadori yuuji lost all sanity.

next you knew, your face was being pressed into the mattress, your cunt being ravaged by his unforgiving dick ramming in and out easily.

"fuc-fuck, sogood so fuckin' good—"

his chest was against your back, his weight pressing down on your so deliciously and trapping you under him. you pressed your face harder into the mattress, screaming out muffled renditions of his name as he softly pinched your clit.

"i'm sorry, baby, im so fuckin' sorry" but he sounded anything but sorry as he whispered hotly in your ear, both his fingers and his dick doing everything in their power to turn you into nothing more than a woman maddened with his touch.

your fingers sunk into the sheets underneath, your death-grip growing even more deadlier as he fucked into you as a man depraved.

"this 'sthe last time," his words slurred as he left sloppy kisses down your neck, "promise, i promise."

but those promises were nothing more than candied words on his pretty lips, because now he had you on top of him, your back against his chest, his heels digging into your mattress dangerously as he fucked up into you.

"yuu— yuuJI pleaseplease ple— fucking fuc—" your voice grew in pitch, unresolved tears falling down your face as his hands fondled your tits, tugging and tweaking the nipples to his liking, and your own familiar fingers toyed with your clit.

how could he go on for so fucking long? jesus fucking christ.

"i play varsi- fuck varsity," he answered softly, "this is nothin' for me."

he pressed a soft kiss to your neck as his cock split you apart for the nth time and you fell apart on top of the man who claimed to love you more than he loved life and reason itself.

"don't." his voice grew desperate, a hand coming to hold yours over your overstimulated, abused clit, "i didn- say you could stop, did i? keep going. please. one more. fuck. please."

"yuuji stop—"

"—give me one more, please."

"pleasepleaseplease—" you sobbed, your body arching off of him as he brought you to another one orgasm. you eyes rolled back into your skull, a bit of drool dangerously on your bottom lip, and your body went slack so as to let him do as he pleased.

your cunt gushed on his dick, spraying you both in your juices he thrusted into one last time, spilling into your overfilled pussy all over again with a breathless string of pants and moans.

the quarterback collapsed backwards onto your bed with you on top of him. he reluctantly pushed the weight of your sweaty body off of him, and instinctively pressed another kiss to your head.

his hand came up to push back the sweaty hair strands that stuck to you like second skin, and to thumb at the furious blush on your cheeks. your eyes fluttered upwards at him, you barely managing a smile, "thankyou."

"for what?" he turned to his side, taking every feature of you in with a small smile. a beat passed him by in the serene room before he found his heart weighing heavily and lodging itself between his lungs.

"you're so pretty" he found himself mumbling, "i wish i- i wish i could..." but he caught himself before he could make a fool of himself and confess to a passed out girl. he bit the inside of his cheek. maybe it was better if he just left wordlessly. "nothing."

you were asleep. he knew that. but then why did you snuggle closer and whispered a soft, "i love you."

"—huH?!" any and all sanity left the jock at this point. his eyes as wide as saucers as he stared down your softly snoring form, "what did you just say?"

but you said nothing, still softly snoring in your goddamn sleep and yuuji felt like he was going insane. did you say it??? did he imagine it??? is this a punishment from the devil (sukuna) itself??? what was real anymore? was he real???

and hey what does a panicked twenty year old does when faced with the possible conundrum of his crush of fifteen years having feelings for him?? he runs.

yuuji itadori never had put on his clothes faster than he did right this moment. hastily putting one leg into the sweats and then another, he dashed to make his way to the door. before stepping out, he looked back at you one last time.

fuck itadori, are you dumb?! she doesn't love you like that. it's the post-sex hormones. his consciousness begged in the voice of megumi fushiguro, which was a bit concerning cause was the voice of reason in his head megumi fushiguro?!

but that was not the issue at hand right now. his voice of reason could be questioned another time. right now? running. yes, that was the plan.

the lock softly clicked and he stepped out into the living room before closing the door ever so slowly behind him.

"done fucking?"

and yuuji's blood ran cold.

he whipped around to peer at a certain, tatted delinquent who was sat on the couch in the living room, "brother?"

"brother? huh?" sukuna laughed, the sound so chilling that yuuji felt his blood freeze ad turn into cement, "bringing out the formalities?"

yuuji's tongue got stuck in his throat and sukuna stood up slowly, holding up his hands in mock surrender, "she wouldn't pick up my calls, and i had a spare key. sorry if i'm fuckin imposing."

"'kuna," yuuji's voice was quiet, "it's not what he looks like."

"hm, it is not?" he flashed the younger itadori an amused smile, "ofcourse it is not. what do you think i think you both did?"

"fu-fucked?" the jock swallowed hard.

"bingo."

"i didn't." yuuji didn't know if he was begging for forgiveness, and if yes, then what for? for betraying sukuna's trust or for feeling satisfied that his brother knew of his conquests?

"you didn't? from what i heard, she seemed a little too happy in there." and now sukuna stood mere inches apart, his hand balled into a neat fist.

"kun—" but yuuji's right cheek bore the fate of getting punched by sukuna.

"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND, YUUJI?"

the jock nursed his cheek, still reeling from the attack. but a certain flame came alive. he wasn't a fucking child. "YEAH, YOUR FUCKING BEST FRIEND."

sukuna looked at him in disbelief, "how fucking could you? she meaNS SHIT TO ME, YOU FUCKFACE."

"—SO DOES SHE TO ME."

the man stepped insanely closer, grabbing ahold of yuuji's hoodie's collar, "THEN WHY THE FUCK WERE YOU RUNNING AWAY FROM HER RIGHT NOW? HUH?"

the two boys heaved heavily, anger boiling hot through their veins. finally yuuji spat up, "she told me she loved me."

sukuna's grasp loosened, "what?"

"she fucking told me she loved me."

"and you're running?" sukuna looked at his brother with a strange look. disappointment, perhaps?

"i- it's a mistake. she doesn't." yuuji looked downwards, trying not to show his pain in his soft words, "and... i didn't want to fucking hurt you, asshole."

"so you're a coward?" the tatted man scoffed.

and yuuji pushed his brother back, "fuck you."

"no." sukuna's gaze hardened, "you fuck off, you stupid fucking dipshit. she told you she loves you, and you ran?"

"for fucks sake, sukuna" yuuji breathed in slowly, "i thought you'd be elated she probably doesn't."

"you fucked around with her for god knows how long, pretending i didn't know." sukuna stepped back, his words quieter.

"you knew?"

"i'm not dumb, of course i fucking knew." he paused, "and 'nichan told me."

"jesus fucking christ, 'nichan." yuuji looked down at the floors, "what now?"

"grow a pair, and actually ask her out."

"what?" the jock looked up, confused, "you- wait, you are saying i should ask her out?"

sukuna shrugged, "you've compromised her. you must follow through with the consequences."

"did you watch too much bridgerton? what the fuck is compromised??"

"i did, 'nichan made me watch it. pleasantly surprising, actually." and yuuji was immediately mentally slapped with the image of sukuna enjoying bridgerton.

"huh?" yuuji softly shook his head, "so... what? i like have your blessing or whatever to ask her out?"

the delinquent made a face of disgust, "i'm not a priest, what the fuck do you mean by blessing? yeah, just fucking ask her out."

"and what if she says no?"

"then i will remind you of your failure everyday in life."

yuuji looked at his brother awestruck, "thanks, kuna."

"don't. when you come back home, im gonna beat you to a pulp for fucking my best friend."

"i deserve it."

"fuck yeah, you do." the older itadori made his way to the main entrance, "go fix shit."

and as sukuna left through the door, itadori yuuji slipped back into your room, crawled back into bed with you, and held you close to his chest. softly, as a giddy smile overtook his features, he mumbled, "i love you too."

next morning you woke up next to a fully-clothed yuuji with a swollen right cheek.

"yuu?! why are you dressed?! and what the fuck happened to your cheek?!"

"i fell off your bed."

"what the actual fuck?!"

a/n: IM GENUINELY SO SORRY IF THIS SUCKS ASS, I GOT TOO MUCH INTO CHARACTER WRITING HELPPP!! i really hope it was atleast a fun read, and as i said it took me 4 days just to make it a bit coherent since i'm writing after so long. please forgive me and enjoy the meal. [sorry for any typos and such babes] tagging: @9rvm @jellibean2018 @peekawoocc @kingofthe-egirls @hugmevz [thankyou sm for sending in the request, i was already writing it here so i tagged you <3] misc.: divider by @plutism and header format by @si-eunnis plagiarism not authorized bitch.

[ateezscupid]

mingi smut 46,57

46. “can you feel how much I want you?”

57. “please, don’t ever stop!”

ATEEZ PROMPT FEST

seductive ✩ mingi 𝗑 f!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

plot - mingi’s horny after work !!

genre + warnings - smut, fluff and overall crackhead energy, switch!mingi, switch!reader, oral, dirty talk(?), praise, mingi’s being a cute whiny baby in this one

wc - 1.28k

tags - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna check pinned post for tag list info!

“mingi!” you call out from your bedroom window. you just saw him leave his car and now he’s walking into the building. he heard your voice from down below and waved. seeing you made him feel better after going through hours of work.

you jump out of bed and run out of your shared bedroom, skipping to the door opening it. just as he turned the corner in the hallway, you were peeking your head out waiting for him. you squeal in excitement and dart out, running down the hallway and jumping into him. he dropped his bag and wrapped your arms around you.

“i guess you missed me?” mingi looks at you. “you haven’t run out and hugged in a long time.”

“i missed you so so so much, i was bored!” you pout. “but you’re home now so i feel better! how was work? was everyone annoying? did you get stuff done? did you guys have a pizza party?”

“y/n, we don’t really bring food into the studio. i mean, we had a few donuts and chips. and before you ask, yes, i did save you some.” mingi kissed your cheek.

he sets you down and picks his bag up again, putting his arm around your shoulder and walking back to your apartment. once you two went inside, he threw his bag on the couch then plopped down next to it. you were always confused to why mingi would come home worn out. all he did was stay in a studio? what could be he doing that makes him this tired?

“do you want a massage or something? you’re always so exhausted whenever you come home. now that i think about it, why are you so tired when you come home?”

“i have to repeat the same lines over and over again, baby.” he groans as he sat up. “and i go there early in the morning. i cant sleep while i’m there, and if i do, it’s only for ten minutes.”

“aw,” you coo, strolling over to the couch and sitting next to him. “poor min. do you want something to eat? will that make you feel better?”

“no,” mingi looked you up and down, leaning into you and pushing his face into your chest.

“mingi, no.” you tilt your head. “you’re always horny whenever you come back from work, can’t you take a break?”

“how the hell did you know i was horny?” his eyebrows raise.

“you always push your face into my tits when you’re horny.”

“no i don’t!” he scoffs sarcastically. “i grab your thigh when i’m horny. they’re two completely different actions, i don’t know how you messed that up. and i thought you loved me!”

“mingi, shut up, i do love you! but you need a break, my legs are still worn out from yesterday.” you okay with his hair gently.

“they didn’t seem worn out when you ran up and tackled me like a quarterback in the hallway.” he muttered as he glared at you. you roll your eyes playfully.

“why are you glaring at me?” your head tilts.

“i’m hoping you’ll spontaneously combust.” mingi says jokingly. you push his chest and stand up, but he pulled you back down onto the couch. though this time, you were on his lap.

“okay, let’s make a deal.” you turn to face him. “if we do have sex, i wanna be in charge.”

“what? you cant even get on top of me without being embarrassed, so how are you gonna take charge?”

you narrow your eyes and place your hands on his shoulders, turning around completely and straddling him. you push him back against the couch cushions and bring your hand down to his sweatpants, which were tightening around him because of his boner. you chuckle slightly and rub slowly, earning a hushed moan from him.

“dude, how are you moaning and i just touched you?” you smile, leaning forward and kissing his cheek. “i just wanna try topping for once.”

“can you feel how much i want you?” he whispers, thighs shaking slightly. “oh fuck me,”

“shush, that’s what i’m trying to do.” you felt his raging boner through his pants, and it almost made you want to drool. his size never really intimidated you, it only excited you, and he was aware of it. you’d always be excited to suck him off or jerk him off when he asked you to. it was fun hearing him groan knowing you were the one bringing him pleasure.

you pulled his pants and boxers down just enough for his cock to come out. you didn’t expect it to be all red and veiny; pulsing, in need of someone to touch it. he was in the studio all day, so to see him this hard kind of surprised you. you grabbed onto it with your palm, causing mingi to flinch and throw his head back.

“eyes on me.” you demand, using your free hand to grab his chin and pull his head back down. you gently start to stroke him, squeezing whenever you got to the top to play with his tip.

“fuuck,” mingi groans, hands grabbing onto your backside. “please, i’m so hard. it hurt so fucking much to walk.”

“i bet it did, huh?” you bring your hand down, now using both hands to stroke him. you twist and turn your hands, looking down for a moment to spit on it and continue your movements. mingi didn’t know where to put his hands. he was grabbing onto you, then the couch, then your thighs, he was everywhere.

“oh fuck, shit shit shit, where the hell did you learn to do this!” he looks at you, eyes puffy and lips swollen, aching for you to kiss them. you lean forward and peck him on the lips.

“i watched a few videos to prepare for this very moment.” you say as you scoot off his lap and get down on your knees in front of him, now shoving his cock into your mouth.

“good fucking go—fuck, i feel like cumming!” mingi whined as his hips bucked up a few times. he was falling apart and struggling to hold himself together in front of you, which made you want to keep going. you continue to stroke and suck him off at the same time, earning all types of pornographic sounds to come from mingi’s mouth.

“y/n—y/n, slow down,” he sucks in a breath. the urge to cum was gradually increasing and it was bubbling in his stomach, like butterflies flying all over the place.

“y-y/n, i’m—“ he stammers, chest heaving up and down. “f-fuck, please, don’t ever stop! don’t fucking stop, ah—“

mingi’s hand goes to grab a handful of your hair, pulling like his life depended on it. your nails dug into his thigh but he could care less. all he was thinking about was cumming into your mouth.

“please, please, please,” he begged. mingi begged. that was the most attractive thing you’ve ever heard him do. you bobbed your head faster, which helped him reach his breaking point.

“oh god, oh fucking hell, stop stop stop, shit, i’m cumming—i’m-“ his body twitches as he dumped his load in your mouth, shameless moans leaving him. you help him ride out his orgasm as you slowed your movements, slightly overstimulating him and making him whine. you take your mouth off and let go, swallowing everything and not leaving a drop.

“that was fun, right?” you giggle. “you did so good, you sound so adorable when you moan! you should do it more often!”

“oh, shut up.” he blushed from your words. “but, it was…nice. thank you, love.”

[centrally-unplanned]

👀 are you interested in fire emblem and would you tell us your opinions of the franchise, I’d be very interested

I do like Fire Emblem! I have played FE6-8, smatterings of 9-10 (never owned them, played with friends), and all the games past Awakening/13. I did also play a bit of FE1, no shade on the limitations of the time of course but it sucks, not worth playing. So I am not a grand FE master but I have a lot of exposure to it.

I admire Fire Emblem for its simplicity of design & stakes - the combat system is "hit enemy, deal damage based on attack power - defense" kind of stuff, how everything works is super clear. All the complexity emerges on top of that. Your army is all individual people, permadeath means you need to pursue strategies with a lot of care such that difficulty doesn't get trivialized even if it is still easy (there is a big gap between "my odds of losing are 5% - exciting, I'm doing well!" and "my odds of losing are 0% - boring, why can't I skip this"). When it is doing its best you have a squad of guys with clear stakes and challenges that are overcome via smart kiting and tanking, it is rarely "did you equip the White Hooded Cat Ears to a unit with the Lapis Pendant to double proc a high initiative archer with Glacial Rain for opening gambit AOE freeze spam to prevent Featherknight Magic Guard from activating?" Which to be clear can also be a ton of fun, each game should just be its own thing - FE is just often best-in-class at its niche.

Fire Emblem also has great aesthetics, it aims for that "classy" style of fantasy typically and everyone authentically buys into all that nobility medieval stuff, which for a video game story can be fun vibes. I love their character designs, normally it is a game series with the right level of fanservice (Camilia -_-), and as someone who enjoys romance sideplots in video games FE typically gives you fun sidequests along those lines that sometimes has gameplay implications to boot - I loved the "eugenics simulator" of FE Awakening, as the fans affectionately called its system of child units inheriting traits from parent units. Tharja you are gonna torture Gaius for eternity via marriage because your faildaughter Noire needs Galeforce, I don't wanna hear any god damn objections okay?

As a series it is far from perfect, as anything running this long must be. The plots are normally "meh", in particular the series just doesn't care about logic that much? People do dumb shit alllll the time; FE7's plot is an absolute mess, Three House's story is hung together by macguffins and asspulls, and so on. It is better when it is simpler - in FE6, our boy Roy has gotta beat a bad guy, he conquering the world with dragons, oh no - great, no notes. More modern games need more involved plots due to market demand, but FE has not yet mastered it imo.

More modern games have also stacked complexity on the combat system - skills that proc, squads that attach to units, most recently "Engage rings" that buff and give spells. These can be good! The thing is the simplicity of say FE6 gets boring over so many hours, what works for a 10 hour game gets stale over 40, you need to grow. Sometimes they do that well - I thought Three Houses generally was smart on this front, the skills are more passive, the squads and gambits were (generally, they fucked up on movement buffs) flexible and didn't break things while giving you toys to play with. But Engage, while a good game, did get too complicated by half with many of its systems, and Awakening literally broke itself with pair-up & stacked skill procs, you can easily trivialize the whole game. And meanwhile to spike difficulty they would give every random enemy fighter different lethal skill procs that you would have to triple check every turn, a problems-beget-problems moment. But! I like that they are experimenting. Would have been real easy to capitalize on the success of Three Houses and just repeat it with Engage, but they didn't.

Also while permadeath is conceptually good, restarting a whole map because of a cheese crit is fucking awful, and I am glad modern games have time reset systems to obviate that. I do not play the older games without an emulator that can save state.

Tier listing the games I have played, lets see:

S Tier: Sacred Stones, Shadows of Valentia

A Tier: Three Houses, Blazing Sword

B Tier: Awakening, Engage, Binding Blade

C Tier: Fates

Edelgard best girl, and I think that covers it!

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for the NSFW prompt: Jean + 7 👀

yay, my first jean request!! thank you!! 🥰

sorry, i got really carried away with this one, also the "plot" is all over the place 🙏

list of prompts

╰┈➤ smut prompts - 7. “Can you guys just fuck already?”

ft. jean/fem!reader cw. unedited, not proofread, explicit sexual content (dirty talk, vaginal sex, jean's got a big dick), explicit language. 2,509 words.

you hate jean kirstein.

you absolutely cannot stand him. between his stupid smug grin and his stupid fucking mullet and all of his stupid little quips -- you don't see a world where you and jean could ever be friends.

especially not when each time he rattles your nerves, you start to feel an aching need between your thighs.

that's why it's particularly frustrating when your best friend starts dating his best friend.

"come on," mikasa urges, practically dragging you up the stairs to eren and jean's shared apartment. "it'll be fun, i promise!"

"mika, i still don't understand why i have to come. you know jean and i don't get along."

"catan is a four-player game," she sighs. "and besides, he likes you"

"he likes me?" you repeat incredulously. "do you hear what you're saying right now?"

she just smiles at you before rapping her knuckles softly on the door to their apartment. "he does," she insists. "you don't see what he's like when you're not around."

the door swings open and mikasa is snatched from the space in front of you. she squeals in delight as eren pulls her into his chest, spinning her around the small entryway to his apartment.

"hi, eren," you say, smiling politely as he litters mikasa's face with kisses.

"hey squirt," he teases, burying his face into mikasa's neck as he looks over her shoulder at you. "ready to play some games?"

mikasa and eren are in that annoying stage of their relationship where they can't seem to keep their hands off of each other. even as you follow them into the apartment, shutting the door behind you, eren keeps one hand firmly grasping her ass while she presses her cheek into his bicep.

a loud groan from the dining room interrupts your thoughts. "you didn't tell me she was coming," jean huffs.

"trust me, i didn't want to," you hiss through clenched teeth, following the lovebirds toward the dining room table where the boys have set up the game.

you settle into an open seat next to jean, scootching your chair a bit away from him and toward mikasa, who's practically sitting on eren's lap. jean casts you a dark look, taking a long sip from his beer, and you avoid his gaze by looking down at the board.

eren quickly explains the game and you begin playing. it's relatively simple, as far as boardgames go: collect resources, build roads and settlements, and collect points -- easy.

the most difficult part of the game proves to be trading resources with your fellow players. mikasa will give you anything you ask for if she has it (but she rarely does), eren haggles you to get a better deal for himself, and jean completely denies any of your requests -- which is a problem, because he's the only player that can generate brick.

"i'll give you two sheep for a brick," you offer, desperate.

"nah, i don't think so," he tsks, tapping his cards on the table as he grins at you.

frowning, you look back down at your deck. "what about a sheep, a rock, and wheat -- that's a development card."

"i know what it is," jean says, "and i'm not interested."

you huff, annoyed, and press at your temple with your fingers. "what can i give you to get you to trade me a brick?"

you see something flash across his face and just as he's opening his mouth to speak, you cut him off. "don't be gross."

"i wasn't gonna," he protests, but he's smirking at you. "i was just gonna say, that's a pretty shit deal for you -- what if i give you my wood, too?"

"ew, jean, i said, don't be gross," you hiss and he breaks out into laughter.

"how is that gross?"

"you know exactly what i mean! you're talking about your dick!"

"why are you thinking about my dick?"

"i'm not!"

mikasa sighs from beside you, hand wrapped around eren's shoulders as she plays with the tufts on hair on the nape of his neck. "you guys are making it hard to play."

"yeah, no kidding," eren sighs, looking over at you with a smirk. "do you want us to leave you two alone? if you guys fuck out all of this frustration, maybe we can actually play the game."

your eyes widen comically at eren's comment and you feel your face burning in embarrassment. "we're not going to -- i don't want to --"

you stumble around your words, panicked, as eren and mikasa give you the same look.

in your desperation, you glance over to jean. he has his cheek sucked into his mouth, jaw tight and face flushed as he looks down at the game board. why is he blushing?

"yeah, let's leave," eren decides, kissing mikasa quickly on the cheek before standing up from his seat. he helps mikasa up from hers before the two of them escape out the front door, leaving you and jean alone in the dining room.

you shake you head in confusion, still gaping in shock. "what the fuck are they thinking?" you wonder out loud, pushing your chair further away from where jean's seated. "we're not going to do that."

jean, uncharacteristically, stays quiet. he nods to himself, eyes still focused on the board before he stands up from his seat and walks over to the living room.

"they probably just wanted to go fuck," he calls from the other room. "i saw mikasa grabbing his dick under the table."

you grimace at the thought.

"come watch tv if you wanna, they won't be back for a while."

you tap your nails on the table in thought, glancing between the front door and the doorway where jean disappeared into the living room. with a heavy sigh, you get up from your seat and go to join him -- what could be the harm in that?

and of course, jean's sitting in the centre of the couch, legs sprawled open as he slumps against the seat. with a huff, you squish yourself into the far end of the couch, your knee lightly brushing against his as you do so.

"can you stop manspreading?" you hiss, and he just spreads his legs open further. "holy fuck."

"what's your problem?" he snaps.

"what's my problem?" you repeat, looking over at him incredulously. "what does that mean?"

"i mean, you're always acting like you can't fucking stand me."

"i can't."

"well, why not?"

your eyebrows raise in amusement at the opportunity to finally air your grievances to the man that's been a solid thorn in your side since you first met. you twist in your seat, facing him completely with your back against the armrest of the couch and begin to count off your fingers.

"you're always making fun of me, you always --"

"shit," he hisses, cutting you off, "i didn't think you had a list."

he almost looks hurt, so you snap your mouth shut. you lower your hands back down to your lap, suddenly feeling awkward as he looks over at you carefully.

"you really don't like me?" this time, he sounds vulnerable.

"i just think that you can be kind of mean to me, sometimes," you say quietly.

"i'm flirting with you -- you know that, right?"

you look up at him in confusion, brows furrowed, and you catch that same look on his face after eren's comment at the table: cheek sucked into his mouth with a faint blush across his cheeks.

"no, you're not."

"yes, i am," he insists with a laugh.

"well, then why are you so rude?"

"i'm not very good at flirting, i guess," he sighs, clasping his hands together behind his head as he looks over at you. "i think you're cute."

you look away quickly, feeling the burn of embarrassment on your cheeks. "uh, thanks... i think you're cute, too," you stammer, cringing from how awkward you sound.

thankfully, he laughs. "even though i'm mean to you?"

and now you feel heat flooding between your legs as you admit something that you've been keeping to yourself, all this time.

"especially, because you're mean to me."

your eyes dart up to gauge his expression and you catch his eyebrows raising into his hairline and his mouth falling open.

"well, shit, i guess i'm not that bad at flirting, after all."

you hum in response, fidgeting as jean inches closer. he wraps one arm around the back of your seat while the other presses into the armrest behind you, caging you into the couch between his long, sturdy arms.

"so what are we gonna do about it?" he asks, rolling his tongue across his lip as he looks at you.

"do about what?"

"your little crush," he teases and you roll your eyes in annoyance. "oh, come on. eren and mikasa are going to be gone for a while -- why don't you let me be mean to you a little bit more."

you swallow thickly. "what do you mean?"

"why don't you let me --" he leans in until his cheek is pressed against yours, breathing hot air against the shell of your ear as chills run down your spine. "-- bully that pretty little pussy open with my big, mean cock."

"you're always talking about your dick," you grumble, but it's half-hearted and weak.

he laughs, sliding his warm palms down your arms to your hips, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your leggings as you squirm.

"how long have you wanted this?" he asks, eyes glinting in delight as you lift you hips up off the couch, allowing him space to slide your leggings down and off of your legs.

you offer a strangled whimper in response, embarrassed as jean holds your thighs open, looking down between your legs at your already glistening pussy.

"wow, you're so wet already," he grins. he rubs small circles with his thumb on your inner thigh as his other hand moves to his belt, undoing it deftly as he watches you squirm below him.

"a-are you sure they're not going to come back?" you ask, glancing nervously behind him at the closed door.

"maybe they will," he shrugs, and your eyes dart back in time to watch him slip a hand into his briefs. your breath catches in your throat as he pulls his thick cock out from the top of the elastic waistband and your thighs squeeze around his hips in need.

"you like that?" he laughs, stroking his length with one hand while he pushes your thighs open with the other. "god, who knew all i needed was a few minutes alone with you to get what i wanted?"

you frown up at him, but you dissolve into gasping moans when you feel the heavy weight of his cock slapping against your clit.

"think you can take me?" he coos, and you swallow thickly.

"let's find out."

jean rolls his tongue against his cheek, looking at you in amusement as he nods. "yeah, let's find out."

he slides the head of his cock against your folds, smearing a mix of your arousal and his precum as he groans.

"shit, you're so fucking wet. you really do like it when i'm mean to you, huh?"

you reach forward, grabbing jean's biceps and feeling them flex against your palms. "you're so hot," you babble mindlessly and he laughs.

"you're cute," he says, clicking his tongue as he lines the head of his cock up against your entrance. "so fucking cute."

you feel the ache of your pussy stretching around the thick head of his cock -- it's a lot -- almost too much -- but he stills inside of you, shushing you softly.

"relax," he says, his voice dipping down to just a whisper. he rocks his hips gently, nudging himself into you a bit more each time and you whimper at the feeling.

"you're so fucking tight," he groans, head dropping forward onto your shoulder as he pushes into you. he breathes hard above you, still fully clothed as you lay half-naked on the couch beneath him.

you shift your hands from his arms to his back, grabbing tight fistfuls of his shirt as he rocks his hips against you.

"more," you beg softly, just a whisper into his ear. "please."

he wraps his arms tightly around your waist, holding himself up with his forearms as he sinks a little further into you. you cry out from the stretch, legs squeezing against his hips as his cock pushes against the tight walls of your cunt.

"i'm gonna fuck this little pussy open for me," he grunts, picking up speed as he thrusts into you. "make it mine."

he slides into you completely, hips pressed flush against yours, and he pauses. your pussy clenches around his length, desperate for him to make good on his promise and you can feel him twitching inside of you in response.

"fuck," he hisses, lifting his head off of your shoulder to look down at you. "you ready?"

you blink up at him, uncertain, and he leans down to press a soft kiss into your mouth. you whimper into the kiss, hands trailing up from his back to tangle in the long strands of his stupid fucking mullet.

he takes that as a yes and you start to feel him move his hips. a slow drag backward that makes your toes curl and your back arch off the couch, before slamming forward and causing you to cry out.

"you like that?" he grunts, keeping that same pace, fucking you open the way he told you he would.

the room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin and the slick squelching of his cock pushing into you. you claw hard at his back, trying to ground yourself as each thrust knocks the air from your lungs.

his hands slide from your waist down to your thighs, pressing them up against your chest and folding you in half so he can fuck you even deeper.

you can't breathe -- you can hardly speak -- you can feel drool running down your chin from the way your mouth is hung open -- you're in absolute bliss.

you can feel the tightening in your gut as jean's cock hits that sensitive spot inside your cunt. you rake your nails into his back, babbling out his name incoherently in some sort of warning for your quickly-approaching orgasm.

"gonna cum?" he coos, and that's what does it for you.

with a breathless cry, you cum around his cock. your pussy clenches around him rhythmically as he keeps forcing himself into you, pounding his hips against your thighs as his balls slap against your ass.

"holy shit," he hisses, clenching his eyes shut and throwing his head back. "you're squeezing me so tight --"

with a strangled groan, he presses his hips flush against your thighs, and in the aftershocks of your orgasm, you can feel his cock twitching inside of you -- spilling hot cum against the swollen walls of your cunt as you pulse around him.

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hi :) binge read your de fic that you have posted on ao3 last night and really enjoyed all of it! excited to see any updates. was wondering if you have any rec for other fic youve read and enjoyed-- i am not god's bravest soldier and do not enjoy trudging through tags and was wondering if you had read anything yourself that you really enjoyed lolol

Hey, thanks so much!!! Sorry it's taken a couple days to answer this, I'm poor as shit and have two jobs now wah... capitilism...

I'm working on the next 46' chapter, It's about 70% complete and I generally let it sit for an evening once it's done then re-read it the next day to catch the vast majority of mistakes (I edit everything myself) so I'd say expect that in the coming days.

I have some thoughts! I... Have never been asked for fic recs before so I'm gonna list a bunch in no particular order that I enjoyed, and reasons why. I will note that I tend to enjoy meaty plot-based works over fluff, so that's what I'll be recommending. Anyway!

Paddling Out (THE REPEATER CORPSE CONUNDRUM) - @transhitman - So this is the first DE fic I read and it set the bar pretty fucking high. YOU'VE GOT: a very cool and insular setting (don't get me wrong I like fics where they travel around Revachol too, but there's something to be said for building a set and living in it for a while) YOU'VE GOT: extremely harrowing tension and pale-fuckery YOU'VE GOT: some genuinely beautiful, heartfelt moments (I don't want to spoil anything but "people don't need your permission to care about you" kinda undid me) YOU'VE ALSO GOT: Amazing art?! Always a bonus, I wish I could draw people lol

Have You Heard The News That You're Dead? - Wizardlover - Time Loop shenanigans hell yeah! Basic premise: Kim is *unable* to save Harry's life after he's shot at the tribunal, each time he dies he Reawakens in Martinaise on the first day and desperately has to try and find a way to either prevent the Tribunal entirely, or survive it. I think the major draw to this one is how well it's characterised and how well that lends to the major source of tension: trying to convince THE WORLD'S BIGGEST SKEPTIC that you *a man he 'has only just met'* is actually stuck in a time loop. Juicy shit.

The Case Of The Man Who Two-Thirds Wasn't There - @glisteningceruleaneyes - We got another case fic here, gang. This is one of those "they travel around Revachol" numbers I previously mentioned. A lot to love about this fic; the minor OCs are all loveable (or at least well-written, looking at you Mr. Bigot-All-Rounder), the elements of writing in the game's style (particularly use of Harry's 'to do' list that you find in the ledger, you don't see that as often!) are all fantastic. Also without spoiling too much I'm a sucker for hurt/ comfort :) I like when bad things happen to our specialist guy :) ALSO! alternating chapters, Kim vs Harry's perspectives contrast REALLY well! Just a super enjoyable read. - On that note I also wanna include a special mention: there's a podfic for this one and since I mentioned my two jobs, I've been listening to audiobooks at work (I'm a cleaner. It's very boring) and that was a fun change of pace!

The Emergent Causeway - hal_incandenza - Now you KNOW this one is good because it's the only *unfinished* fic I'm recommending. Again, We've got art! We've got a brand new (non-Revachol!) setting that still feels excellently Elysium! We got that excellent balance of humour and misery from the get go! EXCELLENT murder mystery so far, I am intrigued AND also there's a fucking puppy. Hell yeah. This one's from Kim's perspective and does a really good job of it, nothing like a man being begrudgingly sent on holiday and being somewhat relieved to have a corpse to deal with.

A Spilled Kaleidoscope - @spilledkaleidoscope - I'm actually recommending a series here. Real definition of "came for the art, stayed for the writing" I mostly have a soft spot because I got to watch a few "haha, what if-?" musing text posts become a series of written chapters and INCREDIBLE DRAWINGS HOLY SHIT. Like, you really just draw hands for fun, huh? This person made a pact with some sort of devil beasts to draw hands very good, at the bare minimum we can read their fiction.

Nothing To Lose But Our Chains - Lepak - I almost forgot this one and I honestly can't believe it because this is one of these ones that you need a cigarette afterwards. Good fucking god. This is probably the best fic I've ever read in terms of not shying away from the heavy themes that make Disco Elysium such a beautiful, moving game. It tackles a racism in many forms, particularly how people like Kim (in working for the RCM) and immigration laws do their part in upholding racist systems, despite the way it hurts him too. Of course, it's also excellently written with tense scenes and some real funny moments. A real good'un here.

The Catacomb Killer - SupposedToBeWriting - Give Harry more memory loss. Make him convinced he killed a kid. Make *Kim* convinced he killed a kid... Then the plot thickens. I won't lie I can't remember fuck all about this one because I was mostly drunk when I read it, but if it was good enough that I kept reading instead of smoking a spliff or something then it must have been excellent... I will re-read it when I have the time, lmao.

MURDER ON THE AIRWAVES - @randomisedmongoose - I'm just a really big fan of murder mysteries and gore. You show me somebody with brain matter pouring from their earholes and I'm like "yum yum, more of that please." I am a sucker for curious methods of murder and this one's good for that. Lots of trekking back and forth like in the game again. More ACAB - always good.

I did not mean to include this many...........................

Oh well. Here's my list, there are plenty of others I've enjoyed but these are just the ones that came to mind! Thanks again for reading my fic! Always makes me happy when people let me know they enjoy my writing :3

[hsr-texts]

I have faith that Hanabi's insult has a deeper meaning in the plot, they have been building it up too well to remain in nothing!

There have certainly been racist things and off-topic comments in Hoyoverse games, but never like this, there has to be something!

The thing is, I really feel that it is too early to say whether the insult was unnecessary or not, because racism is a real issue and there is no problem in representing it, there is no problem in representing minorities... The thing is, I really want to believe, that it is missing, because there is still a lack of story, and they haven't finished with Aventurine to say that it was a bad representation, more people may even appear!

I really have a lot of faith in Hoyoverse, because for me they are MiHoyo, that company that makes beautiful games and gives the opportunity to dozens of people to be artists, writers, musicians and also bring joy. MiHoyo gave me and gives me beautiful moments, but it can also be crude when dealing with its topics

k The story of Aventurine is missing, the story of all the people like Aventurine is missing, so much is missing, as marketing is doubtful, but I am not going to rush to criticize something that is NOTHING finished

If in the end everything was for nothing and they wasted that opportunity to address a serious issue, then I have to cry, no way, you don't defend the indefensible, but I don't want to unfairly cross out something

There is still about 3 weeks left to find out about Aventurine and if everything was really "unnecessary", and until then it seems fool to me to criticize something unresolved and so obvious, which is for the plot

¿Do you want to make your villain racist because your story lends itself to that? You can do it, but it will take time to develop, and we don't give it the time, there are still 1 or 2 updates left

I won't deny that Hoyoverse has provided tons of comfort and joy to billions of people all over the world. I won't deny that there's a beauty in their games. There's absolutely no shame in taking comfort in these games and consuming it. I can't blame anyone for being attached to genshin or hsr or hi3 or tears of themis, you get the idea.

But I can't lie to you guys and say that there's still a possibility that this would turn out well. I've witnessed how Hoyoverse handled the entirety of Sumeru. Are there some aspects of Sumeru that were good? Undoubtedly. It's one of the regions I had the most fun exploring.

However it's extremely telling to me that they haven't learned at all from that situation considering they keep insisting on adding racism plotlines to their story.

My faith in them to handle this properly and with care is in the absolute negatives since the Sumeru situation. I fear for what will happen when Natlan finally drops and to no one's surprise, the archon is gonna be white again and this whole song and dance will repeat just like a samsara.

At the end of the day, Hoyoverse is just another money hungry gacha company who wants to drain your wallets.

It's evident from the dogshit anniversary rewards in genshin,

it's evident from how they always design their characters to be these appealing anime waifu or husbando without ever straying from the standard formula of "thin white/slightly tan character with clothes that make fans bark like a dog",

it's evident in how they seem to drop more money on advertising than they drop on actually improving the game,

and it's evident with how little they actually listen to players' feedback.

Selling these characters and turning up a profit comes first, the story comes second. I'd rather trust a racism plotline in the hands of an indie creator who actually cares about the storytelling medium and does research than a corporation who HAS the resources to do the research but chooses not to.

Hoyoverse is special to many people, but it's time to wake up. Clinging onto a multi-billion company like this isn't healthy.

[stormage-writes]

ALRIGHT ITS TIME TO SPECULATE WILDLY ABOUT A GAME THAT ISNT EVEN OUT YET!!

Prime 4 is gonna take place on a single planet

Based on mostly the end shot with the view on the massive forest planet, I’m willing to bet Prime 4 is going back to the roots of the series and keeping to one planet. While I personally liked hopping between planets in Prime 3, it did make the game feel less…connected. Like in Prime 1 and 2 all the individual areas connect to each other, and there’s plenty of paths you can take where you’re suddenly back in the starting area, or the back half of an area you passed through briefly, and it was part of the charm.

The planet is gonna be another Chozo planet

I know, shocking, the Chozo were on a planet and maybe influenced it if not lived on it fully. It’s a staple of the series, but there’s more reasons than that. One, a prevalence and respect of nature is part of the Chozo’s whole deal, and I think that last shot is hinting towards that with that absolutely massive tree in the background (maybe something akin to the impact crater in Prime 1, at least in relevance to the plot?) Two, with Sylux having the hatched Metroids seemingly under his thrall (something the Space Pirates could never really accomplish without hijacking Chozo shit) it seems like he found something to do that. And Three, related to the Metroids, you know how their whole deal is they only go through their whole life cycle while on SR388? Well, what if it wasn’t? Sure, the Metroids were eventually sent there to deal with the threat of the X parasite, but what if the Chozo wanted to test them other places? A large, temperate forest planet might be good for that.

Prime 4 is going to be more like Prime 1 and 2

Okay, so, based mostly on the small hints of UI that we get (with the missiles being a specific selectable option as opposed to fired with a separate button press or combo of buttons) I’m willing to bet any beam upgrades will be switchable (plasma, ice, wave in prime 1. Light, Dark, Annihilation in Prime 2). This is a good thing, cause, even though I’m a massive shill for Prime 3, the beam swapping is a much better mechanic, it adds a bit more depth to combat and puzzles as opposed to “oh, new upgrade, now your beam can do everything”

Sylux is going to be a repeated boss fight, but not the Final Boss.

Considering his prevalence to the story, I think it makes sense that he shows up multiple times, like Dark Samus in Prime 2. However, I don’t think he’s gonna be the Final Boss, that just seems…too easy?

Phazon is gonna make a return/will be part of the actual Final Boss

I know Phazon was “technically” destroyed with the destruction of Phaaze at the end of Prime 3, but hear me out. The Galaxy is a massive fucking place, and the lore for the Leviathans (the things that get launched at planets to corrupt them) says that they get launched every 100 years, and that countless planets have probably been infected. Phaaze may have been the head of the snake, but we’ve seen how Phazon is literally alive, so who’s to say there isn’t a proto-Phaaze still out there? Maybe that’s why the Federation is out there in the first place, they discovered this planet is a proto-Phaaze, or is in the process of becoming one, and they’re researching it?

Prime 4 will cement the Federation as bad guys, if not wildly incompetent

So, we’ve gotten that theme in Other M(my beloathed), Fusion, and Dread now, and it kinda lingered in the background of the Prime games as well. The Federation is often messing with shit out of their ability to control, and Samus usually gets called in as clean up crew. Their fighting over Phazon with the Pirates is what leads to the events of Prime 3, their research base on Aether is the reason Samus got called there, and now she’s heading to another Federation facility that’s under attack. I would not be surprised if the game, and Sylux specifically given his hatred of the Federation, starts pointing the finger at the Federation for all the shit they’ve done.

[g-on-ef]

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Important Note~ To Kidnap a Lotus Flower

Hello everyone so I'm going to be updating to Kidnap a Lotus Flower either today or tomorrow however I want to clear some things up and this may or may not cause some readers to stop reading the story and that's fine but I want to clear this up so there's no confusion.

This story is going to be very graphic and deal with heavy topic I will put trigger warnings in the chapters that need them to let you all know what to expect.

Now onto the hard part imma be honest with the way this story is going a lot I repeat A LOT of the relationships that are canon will not survive only one will {aside from nikobran} as well as another one but the rest JereCece, LanMia, AnniCreigh, hell even EliAva are not gonna survive !!!

I'm letting everyone know right now so we can all avoid the headaches.

There will be new relationships forming hell a lot of things are gonna get ruined not just the couples I spoke to my mutual and in their words one small kidnapping is gonna change a lot of friendships, relationships, etc.

There will be new pairings and one of the new ones is LanJere the reason for LanJere will be explained but I'm letting yall know right now thats the pairing along with EliCecily MayaAnnika not sure yet for the others but know they won't be alone for long

Glyn and Killian are gonna have a lot of drama and angst but they'll make it {again will be explain in the chapters to come}

Another note Maya had no hand in Mia's kidnapping in fact imma go ahead and fast forward the plot and have Mia already be save by Lan and the nanny taken care of.

Now that that's clear I can't wait for you guys to see what's in store for this story questions comments concerns feel free to shot me an ask ^^

[dca-prompts]

I just found this blog and I adore it. I have a prompt thingy I already sent anonymously to @/fnafdcaconfessions but I’m gonna repeat it here in more detail because it fits more

A crossover between several DCA AUs (like in the UTMV) and the visual novel Your Turn To Die. Basically, YTTD is about 20 people in who get kidnapped and thrown death game (but only 12 survive the First Trial and meet the rest of the cast). If you wanna check it out, it’s free. But please, check the content warnings.

My angst, crossover, and “put-that-guy-in-a-situation” obsessed brain said, “What if that, but them?” So basically imagine if several Suns, Moons, YNs, and Eclipses (both fanon and canon) get kidnapped and thrown into an interdenominational death game. (If you’re a fan of Fangans, think those crossover Fangans but different game scenario.) Maybe each one is from a different AU, or maybe it’s in groups of two or something. The reason as to why they’ve all been taken will obviously differ from YTTD for reasons I will not spoil, but I’m sure there are plenty of AUs that could have a motive for this, or you could make an AU just to act as the people running the game

I’m throwing some out of context spoilers as examples of ideas (but I’m really only saying proper nouns without explaining them so it should technically be spoiler free) along with some completely spoiler free ideas

Maybe during a Main Game Vigilante YN is the Keymaster and Sherif YN is the Sage

Cherub Sun or Moon has the skull emoji card and how they deal with that

RBFR YN doing attractions with some variant of canon/ruin Eclipse or Street Racer YN

Mob Boss Eclipse would either become the biggest thorn in everyone’s side or die very quickly no in between

Solar Lunacy/Suprrbooprr’s/any Sun, Moon or YN from a vanilla/semi/sorta-canon-compliant fic (who’d probably be the pov character) looking at all the other AUs and their anime-plots of a life

Maybe seeing a Sun and Moon who share a body interacting with ones who’ve been separated their whole lives would be interesting. Though, the same body guys would probably be separated to make the game easier and less complicated

that’s all I got rn so uh I hope you enjoyed this mess of words k bye

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[stevie-petey]

SPEAKING OF SEASON FOUR

I'm so worried that the duffer brothers are gonna fuck up jancy. That flirting with Steve and Nancy in season four was not cute. Like jancy isn't my favorite ship in the series (because I'm in love with Jonathan but that's not the point) but we've established that Nancy DOESN'T love Steve. Did you see Jonathan's face when Nancy started talking about how Steve's grown up? You could tell it made him insecure, It's foreshadowing the love triangle all over again and there's no point in keeping it. It doesn't add to the story it's just another stupid plot for drama, which we don't really need!

It also takes away from Nancy's character!! She's not the kind of girl to just go from guy to guy. She's also not the kind of girl to flirt with her ex who's clearly still got feelings for her while she has a boyfriend!! Even if it was unintentional, like subconsciously, still she's smarter than that and she cares about Jonathan and Steve's feelings she wouldn't risk hurting the both of them at once.

I mean if we're talking about come home it could work as something for bug and Steve to work through I guess ( I don't wanna talk about it too much because it's so far away and there's a lot more we have to go through to get to that point) but it's so outside of Nancy's character. Maybe she's just confused cause she almost died and saw Steve get seriously hurt? But still Nancy isn't a homewrecker and she's not a super jealous or promiscuous person. Even if she didn't know about how close bug and Steve have grown she wouldn't go after him. But strictly speaking of stranger things now. She hardly interacted with Steve in season four, which is fair she's still in highschool and Steve has a job. They have their own shit going on. It's understandable. I feel like Nancy's character gets misconstrued a lot, partially because she keeps getting reduced to a love interest. I just hope Nancy and Jonathan don't fall apart because of how much they've changed during their time away. I love Steve but he's not right for Nancy and she's not right for Steve. I hope they Don't ruin such a great relationship with so much potential. Like I see the problems in jancy but I can see how well it could work if given the chance.

honestly it just feels like the writers dont KNOW what to do with nancy anymore or even jancy. i adore them and think theyre so sweet together but the writers are just ,,,, pissing me off. bringing back steves feelings for her and nancys weird feelings for him was just ??? unnecessary and NO ONE was asking for it

i will say however i do see the vision for stancy. i think they did have a good shot at being in love and happy, theyre right person wrong time, but if that was the plan since season 1 then ,,,, it shouldve been touched on earlier ?!?!!? we dont see nancys feelings for steve at ALL until season 4 like even WHILE THEY WERE DATING. its stupid. and like u said: nancy isnt like that !! she’d never directly hurt anyone :( shes so kind and loyal and the writers are mean

and jancy ,,, ugh they have sm potential if the writers would just figure them out. they keep having the same argument of jon wanting to care for his family and nancy wanting to uncover and explore shit its just. ugh.

for season 4 i will DEF be retconning some shit because yeah. im not dealing with a repeat love square that will be resolved literally THIS SEASON in season 2. feels so dumb to be so repetitive. i will however bring in some elements in that love triangle back in 4 but not in any definitive or dramatic way. smh

[stargazeraldroth]

Okay! It is I, Rainy, now bringing you more details on my Forced Gods AU!

Firstly, the very basics: Guardians of aspects of the Balance are selected for their roles by taking into account what they’re skilled at, and what they enjoy doing, and if they’d be happy to keep doing that, even if it’s exhausting. It doesn’t make sense to give someone so powerful a job they hate, after all- They’d be able to leave eventually.

A good example would be Reaper- He doesn’t enjoy being able to kill anything with a touch, but he’d never want his brother dealing with a responsibility like this, and I’ve always imagined him as the kind of guy who likes bringing comfort and guidance, even if people are scared of him at first. Guiding the dead is exhausting, yes, and leaves him touch starved, but it’s also rewarding to him, to have a tiny, fragile soul in his hands as they realize that even in death, they aren’t alone or unloved. It leaves him happy, to guide people to their loved ones in the afterlife.

But, to summarize the actual plot, Error, while initially very reluctant to destroy (he doesn’t exactly… Want dust and blood on his hands, you know?), ends up destroying worlds regardless- Maybe the first one is an accident, maybe he felt pressured or forced, the specifics don’t matter. What does matter is that he feels… Lighter? Happier? After he does it. And he brushes it off, at first, because he’s a good person, right? He doesn’t actually want to kill and destroy like this, right? He doesn’t want to do this- But you can only exist for so long, and see so much of the same thing, before you become… Numb, in a way- Aren’t they all the same, at their core? Is he really hurting real people?

And then he starts to spiral from there, rationalizing what he has to do- Aren’t they all just copies? Do they really matter, when there’s plenty of other things just like them out there? Aren’t so many of them just corruptions of an original concept- More miserable, more violent, more aquatic, more beastly, more hungry, more everything? They all blend together, anyways- And they’re all always repeating, over and over again. By that logic, is he doing them all a favor, ending that kind of cycle? Using those thoughts, he takes to his work with a bit more vigor- He’s doing this for them, right? He’s helping them, they just don’t know it. It doesn’t have anything to do with how nice it feels, to tear things apart and watch them dissolve into nothing. It doesn’t have anything to do with how it leaves him lighter and freer, or how it quenches some quiet, distantly sadistic part of him, to watch people realize that their world is falling apart around them and they can’t do anything about it.

And then he starts feeling less and less of an urge to justify it to himself, to remind himself that these are people who deserve some level of respect, even if he needs to wipe their universe out- These aren’t really people that he’s saving, after all. They’re functionally ants to someone who’s existed as long as he has, by now, and they aren’t even interesting, anymore. And are they even meant to be here? Aren’t they just taking up space- Space that could be used for something else? Why would he be here, told to wreck havoc, if not to wipe it all out eventually? Hell, half of these shitty abominations aren’t even that happy, they probably want to stop existing! Isn’t he doing them a favor, putting him out of their misery? Isn’t he like a god, to their puny souls? Souls that all look the same, even- All they’re really good for is acting like fairy lights. It really brightens up his antivoid, and it’s fun to mess with them once he strings them around up there. Who cares how much that weird grim reaper guy scolds him- Death is nothing to utter destruction, after all, and really, what harm is a few misplaced souls in the cycle of life gonna do? At this point, he’s stopped denying how much he enjoys this- It’s exhilarating, having this much power, this much control! He doesn’t even remember why he ever hated it- He’s doing what he was made to do, what he was born to do, tearing things apart and leaving white voids in his wake. He’s a god to these useless anomalies, and the idea that he ever thought they were worth something is hilarious, now. What’s a few dirty glitches to a timeless deity that was made to destroy them?

There’s a tugging where what remains of his soul is, nowadays, like he’s forgetting something, doing something wrong- Which is the stupidest thing he’s heard in a long time. Why would he need to slow down? Why should he have to let the Multiverse heal? Why does there need to be anything at all? He can tear those damned universes to shreds in moments, and they take so long to come into existence that it feels like they weren’t meant to be at all. Who gives a damn how desperately that weird ass squid of a skeleton tried to convince him to stop and talk, or how hard the little mistake tried to get him to listen? Error is a god and he answers to no one- Certainly not some tiny artist who cares too much for the abominations that litter the Multiverse like trash. Though Error can admit- For someone that barely seemed capable of functioning, that so-called Protector did well keeping up with him. It was almost fun.

Ink, for his part, is being completely run ragged, desperately trying to encourage creators that are rapidly losing hope of their worlds holding meaning (and he tries not to think of the way his chest aches and hurts, in the space where a soul would be if he had one), trying to help Core rescue any stragglers left in the wake of the rogue Destroyer’s wake (all of them so, so hurt and angry, why didn’t he help them, why couldn’t he save more of them-), repairing whatever scraps of the AUs that he can (it’s rare that there’s anything left, anymore), trying to jump in and Protect in the way he always had (though it gets harder and harder, with every destroyed world weighing his bones down with pain, heavier and heavier), desperately trying to mediate between the Guardians of positivity and negativity because the last thing they need is another severe imbalance (and they’re still so, so young, and it’s times like this that he misses Nim so deeply it hurts-)… It’s all so much, and he’s breaking under the pressure- Reaper and Life try, at least, but this isn’t their jurisdiction, and they have their hands full trying to manage how deeply the Destroyer has interfered with their own Balance, anyways. He can’t ask more of them.

He doesn’t understand where it all went wrong- The Destroyer was meant to wipe out worlds, yes, but not every single one. It was meant to be worlds at the end of their lifespans, to let the inhabitants move into the gentle hold of Reaper before being born anew from Life to experience a new universe and all its wonders. He was meant to end copied or stolen universes- One with no true passion and love that a only a creator can gift to their creations, ones where the inhabitants can feel, keenly, that lack of true spark in their souls.

It feels like failure, to Ink- Somehow, someway, he hadn’t been good enough, and now, everyone is paying the price. He quick patches and desperate repairs aren’t doing the trick, anymore- The Balance is tipped too far, and at this rate, it won’t ever be righted.

The Multiverse is dying, and no one knows how to fix it.

(… Ahem. That got long. Let me know your thoughts, though!)

🌧️ Rainy Anon 🌧️

Finally, some good Forced God of Destruction

I'm only noticing a key difference between out interpretations just from the introduction. I think that's pretty neat! I like seeing how people interpret things differently! I usually don't have the ability to retire for my AUs, but then again, I also give the Guardians/Gods different, uh... what's the word... bodily composition? Physiology? I'm not sure what the word is. Regardless, I'm sure they appreciate the mercy of retirement lol.

I find Reaper's place in the Balance Guardians to be a bit difficult sometimes. I mean, he's obviously the God of Death, but there's also his brother, another God of Death. I can understand his sorrow regarding his duties, even with the souls, he's probably lonely. Maybe that's why he likes Geno so much.

... I read "more beastly" as "more breastly", and I will not elaborate on how I misread that. But if I'm understanding this correctly, then what starts as begrudging destruction and conflicting feelings turns into a twisted sense of heroism, right? This reminds me of the Messiah Complex, though I don't know how applicable that actually is. It's been a while since I looked at anything for that. So, if I understand this correctly, Error thinks of himself as something of a savior to the AUs for destroying them. His isolation in the Anti-Void probably didn't help with his spiraling madness, I'll bet. And for the record Error, your Anti-Void is already bright enough. It's pure white!

I like the detail of the Balance trying to tell Error that he's going too far. It doesn't actually tell him, but it's like it's poking at his subconsciousness, hoping to remind him of why he's doing this in the first place. And the way he looks down on the other Guardians... big sad. Especially Ink. He knows Ink is the Protector, but does he know that Ink's the Guardian of Creation?

And Ink... my baby :(( he's trying his best! There's so much that's out of his control, but he's the Protector, he's supposed to save people and AUs! Hm... something I have to ask: if push came to shove... would Ink be forced to... "dispose" of Error? Error is the God of Destruction, yes, but should something happen, there's always replacements... right? And if Error's overstepping and posing too great a threat to the Multiverse, is it not Ink's sworn duty to eradicate him? Is there anyone who has a skewed perception of the situation and thinks this rampant destruction is a good thing (with the exception of Nightmare)? And, just out of curiosity... does Ink die? I do like my permadeath angst.

Also, that end bit gave me an idea for a FGOC idea. I'm gonna make a post about that.

[destinygoldenstar]

Responding To Ninjago Hot Takes (Round Two)

Hey, remember the post I made asking people for Ninjago Hot Takes?

No?

Links here

I said I was gonna respond to some, so well, here we are. I’ll just do a post per hot take, cause some of these I have way too much to say, and I want to shout out people who made these in the first place. (Please support these people, even if you don’t agree with what they said.)

I’m going to repeat this for every post: I’m going to approach these hot takes in two ways: How hot I think they are as takes, and whether or not I agree with the take. Know that I’m just using both of these to reflect on others opinions, which is always fun to see, and I will try to be as respectful as possible to the person. (You guys be respectful too) And as always reblog some of your hot takes in either this post or the other one, preferably the other one.

So I’m gonna go from oldest reblog and onward.

@cavernfog

They said:

‘I genuinely really like hands of time’

‘like it's just underrated for no reason’

‘and most retcons aren't that bad in ninjago’

That’s like two separate things. So I’ll treat it as such.

First, Hands of Time being underrated.

That’s a spicy one. Especially from most rankings I’ve seen. So definitely there’s some spice there.

But it’s a little too spicy for me because I tragically do not agree with this.

Don’t get me wrong. I can see how people can like the season. There’s a lot of potential here. I can see people saying the Time Twins are some of the best Ninjago villains. Or the family conflict between the Jiang Smiths. Or Wu coming to terms with his mistakes over the years.

But people who follow me know that I posted about this season a lot, and have and will be rewriting it. I just felt like the pacing of the season was all over the place and hardly justified its ten episode length. There’s a far weaker dynamic between the ninja this time around, which to me is pretty deal breaking. I don’t think Wu’s crisis was handled very well as there wasn’t a lot of resolution to it besides getting lost in time, and it contradicts a lot of his mindset in previous seasons. (Love the short though) The Lloyd focused episode has always been in my Top 10 of worst Ninjago Episodes. The animation is really stiff, and jarring looking compared to other seasons. I made a whole post about how the dialogue was awkward and didn’t work. There were several points where they made the ninja flat out STUPID just to move the plot along. (Why would you trust that the time twins wouldn’t betray you?! You’ve been fighting against them the whole time! You should’ve anticipated a fight!) And I just really hate the twist with Kai and Nyas parents being good all along, as it completely negates their whole struggles this season, the story’s theme before this, and tells us their past doesn’t matter in their characterization at all.

This isn’t my least favorite season though. I do think Crystalized and Secrets of the Forbidden Spinjitsu are worse. But I can’t say I fault people for saying Hands of Time is their least favorite season.

You are bold for saying you like it though, and I applaud you.

I’ll give you an 8 for Spiciness

But only a 3 for Agreement

Sorry.

As for the ‘the retcons aren’t bad’

I’m assuming you mean the lore and the plenty of times it’s been retconed?

I love Ninjago. But I think most fans can confess that this shows lore is a complete mess to understand and the retcons do not help at all.

Now yes, said retcons make for compelling stories in their respective seasons.

But you do not need twenty different ways characters can die or be in purgatory. You do not need ten Serphantine species. Etc. etc.

The Merge was honestly the best thing for Dragons Rising BECAUSE they fully admitted to ‘Screw it’.

But the original show? It expected me to take all of this seriously. Like this was always there. Even though it contradicted previous seasons by being there.

I definitely feel like it could’ve been better handled. And it annoys me sometimes when we get a lore dump nowadays as a result. Because I know it’s gonna contradict something previously.

But you’re right in the sense that the retcons don’t hurt the stories TOO MUCH. And it’s not the deciding factor of seasons quality for me. Without some of the seasons themes reinventing the world, Ninjago would’ve ended years ago. But the show is always reinventing itself and that keeps people watching. I’d say some of the worst seasons are when they try to stick to a status quo and what was done before. (Ex: Crystalized. Secrets of the Forbidden Spinjitsu.)

You can say what you want about Ninjago. One thing it has rarely ever been for me is boring.

I only ever felt that way ONCE, and that’s Secrets of the Forbidden Spinjitsu.

It’s very impressive. And I can respect that.

But I also have to admit when the retcons weren’t very well handled and mess up the lore. That’s not really a good example of good writing moves.

In terms of Spiciness though… not a lot. Because everyone I’ve talked to, love Ninjago or not, have admitted to the lore being a mess. And no one has tried to justify it. I say “The lore is a mess”

And they say something in the lines of “Yeah. I know.”

So I’ll give you a 2 for Spiciness

But a 5 for Agreement

I’m kind of right in the middle.

[lemissingmask]

[ID: Sketch of Hardison, Parker and Eliot surrounded by a lot of different pinatas. Hardison is at the back, carrying several pinatas towards the large existing pile of pinatas. Parker is amongst the pile and holding up a bright pink horse-type thing while grinning and giving Eliot a thumbs up. Eliot, who has bloody bruises all over his left side, is glaring/frowning back at her while he wraps a bandage around his left forearm. End ID]

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Whumptober 2022 Day 11: Self-Done First Aid

At the start of the Gone Fishin' Job, Eliot is holding an ice pack to his left shoulder and complaining that they never have time off while Parker is taking delight in her many obtained pinatas. This is a sketch for before that, when they had just finished their previous job, and Parker and Hardison have been filling Eliot's hotel room with pinatas (since he doesn't use the bed anyway), while Eliot patches himself up.

Eliot's repeated requests that they stop piling pinatas on his bed have been interpreted as him not liking the pinatas so far, therefore Parker got him a pink and blue horse that he would like.

Stream of consciousness drabble for this below.

“What the hell you gonna do with so many piñatas, girl?” Hardison asked, voice slightly muffled behind the pile of colourful creatures he was carrying. “I had to get one of each!” Parker replied, dumping her armful of piñatas onto Eliot’s unused hotel bed, “They had like a dozen different shapes and all different colours. You should’ve come with us!” “Yeah,” Hardison looked over at the hitter Parker’s last comment had been addressed to, “Then you could be the one carrying all these...things." "Stop dumpin' them on my bed," Eliot muttered with absolute certainty that pinatas were going to continue to fill his room until the shop they came from closed. "Don't worry, Sparky," Parker beamed, rummaging in the piles of colourful paper for something, "We got you one too!" The hitter took a long, steadying breath against the wave of something that was definitely anger and not the ache of overwhelming affection. "A horse!" Parker grinned and held up a bright pink and blue 'horse', "You like horses!" "Goes with the whole queer cowboy vibe you got going on," Hardison smirked, clearly emboldened by the protective barrier between him and the world-renowned killer. Not that it would help him in three days time when all his orange soda mysteriously found itself replaced with food-colouring laced fizzy water. Eliot growled quietly, silently plotting his revenge, and continued bandaging his wrist. Badly bruised, maybe fractured, just like his left collarbone and shoulder and half his rib cage. Not to mention the slight limp he had been trying to hide since the job finished. “How you gonna get all these back home anyway?” Hardison asked, taking up a seat in the armchair by the window. “Well, Eliot doesn’t travel with luggage,” Parker began, pacing and eating from a bag of some sort of candy she had produced from seemingly nowhere, “‘Cept for his hospital’s worth of first aid stuff.” “Which he always puts in my luggage,” Hardison nodded, and Eliot growled again, a little more muffled now he was holding the end of the bandage between his teeth. “So, Eliot will take them in his luggage. I gotta get a suitcase for them, but saw a guy on the fifth floor with a really big hard shell one that would work…” “Don’ steal other people’s suitcases Parker,” Eliot muttered, finally tying off the bandage, “That guy on the fifth floor needs the suitcase to get his stuff home.” Parker watched as Eliot pulled on a sleeveless undershirt, “If Hardison does a background check on him and he turns out to be a bad guy, can I steal it then?” “Why don’t you just break ‘em open here an’ take the candy out now?” Parker gasped at the same moment as Hardison groaned. “There’s candy in them?!” “Why would you tell her that?!” Eliot didn't bother to reply. He picked up another roll of gauze and started to deal with the worst wounds on his shoulder, smiling triumphantly to himself as he listened to Parker dragging Hardison back out to steal the candy from pinatas.

[inkedmyths]

S1: E9 "Home"

Alright its been almost a month time to stop procrastinating this

Ohhh ~crunchy~ video quality

Oh a classic monster in the closet situation

Surprised the lady didn't get like dragged in right then and there

Its wild bc obviously in real life there's never anything in the closet but this is Supernatural in which case ofc there's something

Its not rats! Its something worse!

THE CHAIR. ITS MOVING. RUN KID

WAIT WINCHESTERS

H U H

0oh Sam and his ~prophetic dreams~

Me when someone's trying to talk to me as I'm drawing

Sam I feel like you should just say you're having spooky dreams

THERE we go

Dean did not sign up for his little brother being a psychic

Dean shut up its road trip back home time. Bitch.

THE CAMERA. THE MUSIC. THE DRAMA. This is so funny SPN is a soap opera actually

[ Crepe says that no one can handle Sam's bs in a calm and controlled manner. My opinion is no one can handle any of the Winchester's bullshit in a calm and controlled manner. ]

Awkward but I mean ok

Waiting for the kid to say "There's something in the closet"

YEP

Bros just yelling at each other bc they are so normal about this

Dean is so so bad with his feelings huh

[ Kayla asks if I am just realizing this. I am not. I was merely repeating a statement of observation. It seemed relevant. ]

Walks away bc he didn't want Sam to see him showing an emotion

NOT THE FUCKING CYMBALS MONKEY

NOOOOO

NO DONT STICK YOUR HAND

Oh I am not watching the screen no thank you

[ Kayla finds this reaction funny because "We've all been there". This is fair. And I know the man is just trying to do his job. However, he is, unfortunately, in an episode of Supernatural. If you are a random background character in an episode of Supernatural, you should never stick your hand in a thing that has many sharp blades. ]

I know where this is going to go

YEP EURGH arm smoothie

DUMBASSES THEY'RE PRETENDING TO BE COPS INVESTIGATING THEIR OWN DISAPPEARANCE

I feel like they would get farther is they just walked up to people and said WE'RE SAM AND DEAN

[ Melon says that we should play a drinking game, in which every time Sam and Dean do something stupid, you take a sip of a drink. Forst of all, I am still a year away from being able to consume alcohol legally. Second of all, this sounds like a surefire way to get alcohol poisoning. ]

Oh ofc. Psychic time.

"Your wife if crazy about you!" Turns around "His wife is banging the gardener" Incredible

LMAO CALLING DEAN A GOOFY LOOKIN KID

Oh shes good. Interesting

Sam as she's yelling at Dean is just :D

This poor lady its not her fault that the guy got blended

Yes something is starting. A TV show

UH OH

Is it giving the kid juice. Whats the deal

Oh its shutting him in the FRIDGE

UH OH

THE FRIDGE

MA'AM BEHIND YOU THE FRIDGE

OPEN THE FRIDGE

Thank god

NOT THE SHARPEST TOOL IN THE SHED

She's so much smarter than either of the bros

I have a sneaking suspicion the firey spirit is their mom or something

[ It is at this point that Crepe has no concept of how not to spoil an Ep and says I'm right. I figured, the plot beats seemed obvious, but come ON. The less you spoil the funnier my reactions will be. Let me enjoy my incredible powers of prediction in due time. ]

Oop there goes the lamp

Uh oh there is attenpted murder via flying objects

WOAH

Flashy light

MISSOURI MA'AM ARE YOY OKAY

Oh good

Holy cow that was something

SORRY ABOUT YOUR HOUSE THE GHOST DID NOT LIKE US

GET THE MOP AND DONT CUSS AT ME

There's like 10 minutes left what's gonna happen next

SHAKING

Is Sam outside oh yep there's the bros

go go go

FLAMING FIGURE

Oh bye bye Sam

DOOR SHUT how drama

Oh hes just getting punted

OH HI

Ur not on fire anymore whats up

Ghost fight! Ghost fight!

Oh yeah tragic sacrifice all that Sam buddy she was already dead

Alright so Sam is on some kind of bizarre spooky journey

AHA. THE BASTARD

YOU. MOTHERFUCKER

OLD MAN WINCHESTER WHATS YOUR FUCKING ANGLE

[ Episode ends. Crepe said it would be funnier if I added in the other's commentary. Kayla agreed. I hope this appeases you both. ]