#''you exploded again. you really need to stop doing that''

[inseobts]

Bound by Pain

trafalgar law x fem!reader

when you awaken a new power that lets you take others' pain as your own, you begin secretly protecting the crew—until law finds out...

words count: 3.4k

warning: reader is like a voodoo doll so self harm, blood and injuries are mentioned for the fights

tags: injuries, fluff, a bit angst maybe

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

The first time Law sees you use your power, he nearly loses his mind.

A blade sinks into your palm, cutting deep into your flesh, but it’s not your scream that fills the battlefield, it’s the enemy’s. Blood pours from the same spot on their hand, their eyes wide with terror as they clutch it. Then, without hesitation, you drive the knife into your thigh. Another opponent drops to the ground in agony.

Law curses under his breath, heart pounding. He already knows how your Devil Fruit works, but seeing it in action, watching you harm yourself over and over again, is something else entirely.

You grin at him from across the battlefield, despite the sweat clinging to your skin “Don’t give me that look, Captain. I’m fine.”

You’re not fine. He can see how your fingers tremble as you yank the blade from your leg. How your breathing is just a little too shallow. He knows you heal faster than normal people, faster than your opponents, but that doesn’t mean you don’t feel the pain.

And it pisses him off.

Later, back on the Polar Tang, the crew is gathered around while Law stitches up your wounds.

“You need to stop doing this,” he mutters, voice low with frustration. His gloved hands work efficiently, closing up the gash on your arm “You push yourself too far, Y/N.”

“I had to,” you argue, wincing slightly as he pulls the needle through your skin “We were outnumbered.”

“Yeah, but you don’t have to stab yourself every damn time we’re in a fight,” Shachi pipes up, crossing his arms “It’s hard to watch, y’know?”

Penguin nods “Seriously, we all worry about you.”

You sigh, looking at their concerned faces “I can’t just stand around and do nothing.”

Law exhales sharply, tying off the last stitch.

“I’m not saying you should do nothing,” he says, his tone softer now “I’m saying stop using your ability unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

Your lips press together “It was necessary.”

“Necessary is when there’s no other option,” he counters “Not every fight is life or death situation, Y/N.”

Your fingers curl into a fist, frustration bubbling up “Maybe not to you. But I won’t just sit back and watch any of you get hurt if I can stop it.” Your voice wavers, and Law’s eyes soften.

He understands. He really does. But watching you mutilate yourself to protect him, to protect the crew, drives him insane.

He cups your cheek, thumb brushing lightly over your skin “I don’t want to lose you” he says quietly.

Your heart clenches. You lean into his touch “…You won’t.”

But he doesn’t look convinced.

The tension between you and Law doesn’t disappear overnight.

You try to hold back, really, but when the crew gets caught up in another skirmish a few days later, you don’t hesitate. The enemy is fast, and they’re aiming straight for Law.

So you do what you always do.

The knife sinks into your ribs, sharp and deep. Pain explodes through your body, but so does satisfaction when your opponent staggers, clutching their own side in shock. You twist the blade, and they drop like a stone.

Victory.

But the moment the fight is over, Law storms toward you, eyes dark with fury.

“What the hell did I told you?!”

You barely have time to catch your breath before he’s gripping your wrist, checking the wound with quick, clinical efficiency. The crew hovers nearby, looking just as tense.

“I handled it,” you mutter, swaying slightly.

Law curses under his breath before sweeping you off your feet, carrying you straight back to the ship.

In the infirmary, he works in silence, pressing gauze against your wound harder than necessary. You hiss, but he doesn’t ease up.

“You’re angry” you say, watching his face.

“No, I’m furious.” His golden eyes flick up, filled with something between anger and deep, aching worry “Do you have any idea what it feels like to watch you do this to yourself?”

Your breath catches. You expected him to scold you, to lecture you, but there’s something raw in his voice, something that makes your chest tighten.

“…I just want to protect you,” you admit, voice small.

Law exhales sharply, his fingers stilling. Then, unexpectedly, he leans forward, resting his forehead against yours.

“You are protecting me,” he murmurs, closing his eyes. “But who the hell is protecting you?”

Your heart pounds. His warmth, his scent, the steady rise and fall of his breath, you could drown in it.

“I can take care of myself” you whisper.

His lips barely graze yours as he speaks “Then stop making me feel like I’m losing you.”

And just like that, the fight drains out of you.

You swallow hard, staring into his golden eyes. The frustration, the exhaustion, the fear—it’s all right there, laid bare for you to see.

“…I’m sorry.” you murmur.

Law exhales, his fingers tightening on your waist where he’s holding you steady.

“You always say that,” he mutters “Then you do it again.”

You flinch, guilt settling deep in your chest. He’s right. And yet...

“If it were you,” you say softly, “wouldn’t you do the same for me?”

He goes still.

You already know the answer. Of course he would. He would knock at the reaper’s door without a second thought if it meant keeping you safe.

And that’s exactly why it hurts so much for him to watch you do it.

Law shakes his head, muttering something under his breath before he cups your face with both hands, tilting your head up.

“You’re impossible,” he says, but there’s no real bite to his words, just quiet desperation “At least promise me you won’t push yourself this hard anymore.”

You hesitate. It’s a promise you want to make, but you don’t know if you can keep it.

Law sees the conflict in your eyes and sighs, pressing his forehead against yours again “Just… try,” he whispers.

Your heart aches “I will,” you say, and for now, that’s enough.

The crew is relieved to see the two of you talking again, though they still give you disapproving looks when you step out of the infirmary.

“You scared the hell out of us.” Bepo grumbles, ears drooping.

“Yeah, seriously,” Penguin adds “At least pretend to care about yourself, will ya?”

You roll your eyes, but their concern makes warmth bloom in your chest.

“I do care about myself,” you argue “I just care about you guys more.”

“That’s not how it’s supposed to work.” Shachi says, exasperated.

Before you can reply, Law wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you against him.

“Enough,” he orders. “She already got an earful from me.”

The crew exchanges knowing looks but wisely doesn’t comment.

Law keeps his hold on you as you walk back toward your room. He doesn’t say much, but his grip is firm, his touch warm. You lean into him slightly, letting yourself enjoy it.

“Y’know,” you say, tilting your head up to look at him “You’re kinda cute when you’re worried about me.”

He scoffs “Shut up.”

But his ears are red, and you count that as a win.

Later that night, you’re in Law’s quarters, lying on his bed while he checks your injuries again.

“You just patched me up,” you say, amused “I’m not gonna fall apart in my sleep, Doc.”

He shoots you a glare “I don’t trust your Devil Fruit to heal you fast enough when you keep overusing it.”

You sigh, letting him work. His touch is gentle despite his frustration, gloved fingers skimming over bandages, checking for any signs of reopened wounds. He’s quiet, but you can feel the way he’s still stewing over everything.

“You’re still mad...” you murmur.

“I have every reason to be.” His hands still against your ribs, and his voice softens “You’re my reason to be.”

Your heart skips a beat. Law isn’t good with words, not the sentimental kind, anyway, but when he does say something like this, it means something.

You reach up, tugging at his coat “Then stay,” you whisper “Don’t leave me alone tonight.”

His eyes darken, and for a second, you think he’s going to argue. But then he exhales, shaking his head before tugging off his coat “You’re exhausting.” he mutters, climbing onto the bed beside you.

You grin “And yet, you still love me.”

“Tch.” He pulls you against him, resting his chin on the top of your head “Too much.”

Warmth spreads through your chest as you curl up against him, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat grounding you.

“I mean it,” he says after a moment, his voice quieter now “I don’t want to lose you.”

You tilt your head up to look at him, and the way he’s watching you, his eyes heavy with something deeper, something raw, makes heat pool in your stomach.

“…You won’t,” you whisper “I promise.”

He searches your face, then leans down, brushing his lips over yours, soft at first, hesitant. But when you pull him closer, fingers tangling in his hair, the hesitation disappears.

Law never lets go of control easily. But right now, with you, he’s willing to.

His hands slip under your shirt, gliding over bare skin, warm and rough and needy. His lips move against yours, slow but deep, as if he’s trying to memorize the way you taste, the way you feel.

“Tell me to stop” he murmurs against your mouth.

You tug him closer “I never want you to stop.”

And that’s all he needs to hear.

The first time you notice a change in your powers, it’s by accident.

Bepo comes back from a supply run with a deep cut on his arm, blood dripping onto the Polar Tang’s floor. It’s not serious, but it looks painful. Shachi and Penguin are fussing over him, but Bepo just waves them off.

Without thinking, you reach out and press your hand over the wound.

Then something pulls.

A cold, sharp feeling rushes through your body, like your Devil Fruit is doing something new. Before you can understand it, the wound on Bepo’s arm disappears.

And then pain.

A deep, burning ache spreads through your arm. You glance down, and your eyes widen. The same cut that was on Bepo’s arm is now on yours.

Bepo flexes his arm in surprise “Whoa! It doesn’t hurt anymore, did you do that?”

You force a smile, ignoring the pain “Just a little trick.”

That’s a lie. You had no idea you could do that. But now you do.

And that changes everything.

For weeks, you test it out. Slowly. Carefully.

A small cut on Ikkaku’s hand? Gone.

A bruise on Shachi’s knuckles? Taken.

A scrape on Penguin’s leg? Healed.

You do it when no one is watching, hiding the pain behind a smile. These wounds aren’t as bad, and your healing is slower than normal, but you can handle it.

Because now, you can really protect them.

Even if Law would hate it.

Then, one day, everything goes wrong.

The battle was bad.

An ambush,one meant to take down Law. The enemy knew who to target, and even though you all fought hard, he still got hurt. Badly.

You fall to your knees beside him, pressing your hands to his wound. Blood soaks through his coat, warm and sticky. Too much.

“Don’t!” Law’s voice is weak, but you don’t listen.

You can fix this.

Your hands press down harder, and you pull.

Pain slams into you, harder than anything before. Your vision blurs as the wound transfers to your own body. It’s worse than you expected... sharp, deep, unbearable.

But Law’s wound heals.

His breathing steadies. His skin closes up. He’s alive.

That’s all that matters.

You try to smile, try to say something. But before you can, the world goes dark.

The crew finds out the moment you collapse.

One second, Law is the one bleeding out. The next, he’s fine and you hit the ground instead.

For a moment, nobody understands what just happened.

Law barely has time to catch you before you crumple completely, his hands gripping your shoulders as your body slumps against him. Your breathing is shallow, your skin unnaturally pale.

And then they see the blood.

Blood that wasn’t there before.

The same injuries that had covered Law, deep gashes, dark bruises, are now on you.

“No way...” Shachi breathes.

Penguin’s eyes widen “She took his wounds?”

Realization slams into the crew all at once.

Law isn’t thinking about any of that right now.

He’s too busy pressing his fingers to your pulse, checking your breathing, scanning your body for just how much you took from him.

His hands shake.

His mind is racing, heart hammering in his chest. His wounds were bad. He knows exactly what kind of injuries he had. He knows what you just did.

And if you took it all...

His breath hitches “Damn it.”

“What the hell just happened?!” Ikkaku demands.

Bepo kneels beside Law, ears pinned back “She’s—she’s gonna be okay, right?!”

Law grits his teeth “I don’t know.”

That terrifies him more than anything.

You shift slightly in his arms, your eyes fluttering open. You look at him, dazed, and somehow, you smile.

“Hey...” you whisper weakly.

Law exhales sharply, his grip tightening “You idiot.”

The crew rushes to get you back to the Polar Tang.

Law doesn’t let anyone else touch you. He carries you himself, his movements sharp, his jaw clenched. No one questions it.

Back in the infirmary, he works fast, cleaning your wounds, stitching where needed, making sure your vitals stay stable. His crew stands around anxiously, watching, waiting.

After what feels like forever, Law finally sighs, pulling off his gloves “She’ll live.”

The room exhales.

Bepo’s shoulders slump with relief.

Ikkaku crosses her arms “Now someone better explain what the hell she just did.”

They piece it together from there.

Shachi rubs his face “So that’s why all our wounds kept disappearing…”

Penguin groans “And here I thought I just had great recovery.”

Bepo looks at you worriedly “But she always looked so tired after fights…”

Ikkaku’s eyes darken “How long has she been doing this?”

Law stays quiet.

Because he already knows.

Too long.

Too many times. Too many wounds. Too much pain hidden behind fake smiles and easy shrugs.

He clenches his fists “…It stops now.”

The crew nods. No arguments.

No one wants to see you like this again.

When you wake up hours later, Law is sitting beside your bed, arms crossed, watching you with a tired but sharp gaze.

“You’re mad...” you mumble.

His jaw tightens “Mad doesn’t cover it.”

You sigh “I had to.”

“No, you didn’t.”

You open your mouth, but he leans forward, cutting you off.

“Do you have any idea what it did to me? Watching you take my wounds? Watching you collapse like that?” His voice is low, furious, but beneath it, you hear something raw. Something shaken.

You look away “…I couldn’t let you die.”

His hands clench into fists “And you think I could just let you die instead?”

Silence.

Law runs a hand through his hair, frustration clear on his face “How long?”

You blink “What?”

“How long have you been doing this?”

You grip the bedsheet under you “…A while.”

Law lets out a bitter laugh “Unbelievable.”

“Law, I—”

“Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?!” His voice rises, his usual control slipping “Do you have any idea what you just did?!”

You flinch “I saved you.”

“You almost killed yourself!”

His words hit like a punch to the chest.

Law stands, pacing the room, his hand in his hair “I don’t understand,” he mutters “Your body already suffers because of your Devil Fruit. Why would you do this? Why would you—”

“Because it’s worth it!” you yell, sitting up too fast. Pain shoots through you, but you don’t care “You’re worth it! Everyone here will survive without me but they wouldn’t survive without you, Law!”

Law stops.

His face changes, anger fading into something softer, something pained.

“…You think I want that?” His voice is quiet now.

You stare at him “What?”

“You think I want to watch you suffer?” His hands are shaking “You think I want to lose you? You think I’d survive without you?”

Your heart aches “Law...”

Then, he exhales sharply, running a hand through his hair again “Never again.”

You blink.

“Never again, Y/N. You don’t get to do this anymore.” His voice softens, but his eyes burn “Not for me. Not for anyone. I don’t care if I’m dying or anyone else is, you won’t use this fucked ability.”

Your chest tightens. You know he’s right. But “…I don’t know how to stop.”

His face shifts, and for the first time tonight, the anger fades.

He reaches out, taking your hand in his. His thumb brushes lightly over your skin.

“Then let me help you” he murmurs.

You swallow “You mean… you’ll be my doctor?”

He gives you a look “I’ve always been your doctor.”

You laugh weakly “Guess I need a really good one now.”

His lips twitch slightly, but the worry never fully leaves his face “You do.”

His grip on your hand tightens.

“And I’m not losing you,” he says quietly “Not to this.”

Your heart aches.

“…Okay.” you whisper.

“Promise me. Even if I’m in so much danger that I’m about to die you won’t use this power agin…” His forehead rests against yours, his breath uneven “Please. Promise me”

Your chest tightens. You hate seeing him like this. Hate seeing him in pain because of you.

Finally, after a long silence “…I promise.”

Law exhales, hands sliding down to your shoulders, holding you close. His grip is tight, as if he needs to feel you’re really here.

For a long moment, neither of you speak.

Then he mutters “I’m still mad at you”

You let out a weak laugh “I know.”

His arms wrap around you fully now, pulling you against his chest. His heartbeat is steady, grounding you.

“But I love you.” he murmurs.

The first thing you notice when you step out of the infirmary is the way everyone is staring at you.

Not just looking, but full-on, grinning, wide-eyed, and suspiciously soft.

You blink “Uh… What’s going on?”

Ikkaku smirks, leaning against the wall “Oh, nothing.”

Shachi wiggles his eyebrows “Sooo… how’s our little martyr feeling today?”

You groan “I knew this was gonna happen.”

Bepo steps forward, his tail flicking “We just wanted to check on you! You did kinda almost die.”

Penguin nods, but his expression is somewhere between amused and mildly impressed “Yeah, and you definitely gave Law a heart attack.”

Your face heats up “I did not—”

“Ohhh, you totally did,” Shachi teases “I mean, the way he looked when you passed out? Man was losing it.”

Ikkaku grins “And he refused to let anyone else touch you.”

Penguin waggles his fingers dramatically “Oh no, she’s mine—”

Law’s irritated voice cuts in behind them “Shut up. I'm the Doctor here.”

The crew immediately backs off, but the smirks don’t leave their faces.

You sigh, rubbing your temples “So this is my life now.”

Bepo smiles warmly “We’re just glad you’re okay.”

Your expression softens.

You can tell they all were really scared, even if they’re covering it with jokes now.

You rub the back of your neck “Sorry for, uh… worrying you guys.”

Penguin snorts “Yeah, you better be.”

Shachi crosses his arms “From now on, we’re on Y/N Watch. No more sneaky injury-taking.”

Ikkaku nods “If we so much as suspect you’re pulling that stunt again, we’re ratting you out to the captain.”

You scoff “Oh, come on—”

“Immediately.”

Law sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose “At least someone listens to me.”

You pout “You’re all ganging up on me?”

Bepo hugs you gently, his big fluffy arms wrapping around you “We just love you.”

Your heart squeezes.

You groan, but you don’t pull away “Fine. You guys win.”

The crew cheers.

Law just shakes his head, but when you look at him, his lips quirk up just slightly.

(You do try to sneakily use your ability again.

But before you can, three pairs of hands grab you, Bepo shakes his head disapprovingly, and Ikkaku loudly yells for Law.

You are never getting away with it again.)

[formulafanfics13]

Hello!

Saw someone requesting something about Lando with an older girlfriend! Yes please!

Maybe something about how he would appreciate the age difference between him and his partner and see it as something positive, and/or defend her if his friends or fans were to say something insensitive about it? I’m not sure

OLDER - LN4 🔥

Masterlist

SUMMARY Lando is head-over-heels for his older girlfriend, defending her publicly after online criticism. Their love is steady, mature, and deeply intimate — and he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

WARNINGS Age gap relationship, explicit sexual content, soft dom/sub dynamics, public scrutiny, media commentary, emotional intimacy, gentle praise kink.

People talk. Of course they do. They say it when they think she can’t hear.

She’s too old for him. She’s probably just using him. He’s in his twenties. She should know better. She probably likes the attention. It’s weird, right? Is she pushing forty already?

She hears it all. She just doesn’t care. Not really.

Because Lando? Lando fucking adores her. And not in a clueless, puppy-love kind of way. He knows exactly what it means to love a woman who’s older. Wiser. One who doesn’t play games, doesn’t need him, and could out-earn him if she wanted to.

It’s never felt like a joke to him. If anything, it’s sacred.

He’s always been drawn to her calm. Her clarity. The way she watches everything. How she listens before she speaks. The way she walks into a room like she doesn’t need anyone’s approval. He’s been obsessed with her since the first time she told him no.

“No, you’re not buying me anything.” “No, I don’t want to meet your friends at that dive bar.” “No, I don’t want to be posted.”

Not because she didn’t care. But because she was whole before him. Which only made him want her more. 

The age difference never once felt strange. She wasn’t trying to control him. She wasn’t trying to baby him. And he didn’t want someone easier. He wanted her. Sharp, sexy, stable her.

She could outdrink most men in the paddock and still walk home in stilettos. She came with her own life. Her own bank account. Her own standards.

And Lando?

Lando rose to meet every one of them.

They still talk, of course.

After Silverstone, someone tweets: why is no one talking about how weird it is that Lando’s girlfriend is almost 10 years older than him? that’s giving predator, sorry.

Lando sees it. And he doesn’t scroll past. He replies.

She’s not almost ten years older. She’s exactly eight years older, and ten times more emotionally mature than you’ll ever be.

Then he posts a photo. Just her. In sunglasses, sipping wine, legs crossed on a yacht. Looking like sin wrapped in a Celine dress.

Caption: don’t talk about her if you can’t afford to be in the same room.

It explodes. The media spirals. Suddenly, she’s the older woman. The trend. The moment.

#HotOlderGF #ShePaysTheBill #MatureAndDeadly #LandoScored

She teases him about it that night. In bed.

“Emotional maturity?” she smirks, pulling off her earrings. “You really said that in public?”

He crawls between her thighs. “You’ve taught me a lot.”

She rolls her eyes. “Like what?”

He kisses her knee. “How to breathe when I’m anxious.” Kisses her thigh. “How to stop saying yes to everyone just to be liked.” Kisses her hip. “How to touch someone like it means something.” Kisses her stomach. “How to make someone feel safe.”

She exhales. Soft.

Then he looks up. Grins. “And how to beg for more with just a look.”

She laughs. He kisses her again.

The sex is slow that night. Not because he can’t go hard. He can. And has. He’s made her scream into the mattress more than once. But tonight, he makes love to her. Deep strokes. Forehead to forehead. Mouths open. Moans soft and low. He tells her she’s beautiful. Tells her he’s lucky. Tells her he wants this forever.

“I don’t care how old you are. I care how good you are to me.”

She swallows.

He smiles. “And how good you feel when I do this.”

He thrusts in deeper. She gasps. Clutches at his back.

“Yeah,” he groans. “That’s it. That’s my girl.”

After, when she’s curled on his chest and their bodies are still warm, she whispers, “You know it’s not always going to be easy. Loving someone older.”

He kisses her forehead. “You think I don’t know that?”

“I mean it, Lando.”

He nods. “I want it anyway.”

And she believes him. Because Lando? Lando’s never wanted easy. He wants her. Always has. And now the whole world knows it.

[lillyheree]

Truth or Dare — SIM JAEYUN

—[⋆˚꩜.ᐟ] fluff, angst, broken home (reader), slight-smut, jake being a teaser (mostly), so-called bestfriend relationship. ON GOING

part 2: [coming soon]

1:03AM

“You never told me you would use our money for a fuckin $45 Bir!!”

“Why i need to tell you when i know— i know you will scolded me at the end like this!”

“You fucking perk, thinkin all bout yourself huh? I wish i wouldnt married to you so we dont have to—“

Your mom sentence cut immediately as you throw the door making a loud noises echoing in the small warm apartment your family rent.

“Y/N DONT FUCKING THROW THE DOOR OR I WOULD FUCKING KILL YOU!” A loud angry scream from your dad got your eyes teary. Its not the first time.. this never be your first time to get scolded with cruel sentences that sometimes makes you think to end a life— but this is the first time you let it all out.

Everytime they fight, you just locked yourself in the bedroom you colors the wall with soft pink paint and you dont even care or cry.. its too much to cry but this time you did. When a ballon filled with too much water it would erupt, same with this feelings

pillow that once dry slowly wet from your tears, the heavy night and how hard life goes on makes you explode especially after knewing 10 minutes ago that your boyfriend cheated with your own bestfriend. The sobbing noises echoing in the small bedroom before a phone buzzing echoed the room too.

your hand pick the phone up, read the notifications and laugh. It was a messages from jake, the most unserious bastard clown in your class and your relationship with him? they called jake is your “so-called- bestfriend”

Jake:

“Heard your bf cheated”

“Will break that flat ass soon”

“No worries😗”

You:

“Youre funny”

“What got u awake in this hour? Just go to bed and stop bothering my sleep”

Jake:

“everytime u say im funny its more like sarcasm”

“Sleep? maybe more like crying”

You:

“excuse me? No way im cryin”

Jake:

“Liar liar panties on fire”

“Why dont u come to my place, we can talk instead of u crying over a perk..”

“cool with it?”

You:

“Its fuckin 2 am”

“but i think im cool with it”

“i really need a fresh air n clear mind now”

Without thinking straight you wear your hoodies, brushing your hair, wipe away those tears and sneaking out from the apartment. Your parents sleep separatly after the fight and its the best part. Dad leaves the apartment and mom? Probably sleeping so peacefully in the bedroom

after using the lift to lobby floor, you take a small miles of walk towards jake’s house that LITERALLY only tooks 3 minutes from your place. Arrived at his house’s environment, jake let you in from the back door

“Ah forget to tell ya, my parents out somewhere far far away” He said, licking his lower lips and look at you from head to toes like he expect more then talk tonight “So stop acting like you sneak to your ex boyfriend house or something”

after heard the information you nodded your head but then rolled your eyes with the annoying tease “Shut up or I’ll be the one who break that FLAT ASS soon” you walk upstairs with him as he lead and finally you were in jake’s bedroom

It’s not an surprise if jake’s house seems kinda “Luxury” in your eyes especially for how the architect build this bedroom with a hint of sleek, masculine vibe — dim ambient lighting, earthy neutral tones with minimalist design.

“Done looking around?” His sudden whisper in your ears got you awake again “Oh shi— stop doing that!” You hissed at his cheesy things to do and he laugh hardly. His movements clearly show you to treat this like your own bedroom

So politely you take a sit on the edge of his bed while looking around “kinda awkward tho.. diff feelings with how how we usually in school” You open a conversation again and close it with a awkward laugh. Jake with his all ideas suddenly bite his lower lips and give an “idea” he find out interesting

“Lets play truth or dare” He said and you just innocently agree “sure why not?” Both of you take a sit on the carpet waiting for one of them to talk again

“Okay so who first..?” You asked “I’ll go first” and he answer your question. And you just softly nodded.

“Truth or dare, y/n?”

“Dare”

“Strip for me”

“w-wait whoo— WHAT?!” Your eyes widen and you shakes your head still thought jake dosent be serious with the words, he always like that.. right? “o-oh cmon jake.. give me the real DARE”

“strip. For. Me”

He repeated his words makes you shakes your head again “not gonna doing it.. thought we were a friends right? Friends respect boundaries..” you said trying to give him a reminder “yes but not tonight” he pull your hand, makes you stand up and slowly push you to the edge of the bed, resting your ass there

“I mean dare is a dare right? Why dont you have fun with me?” He being a cheeky now, taking advantage of the situation knowing clearly you might agree with the dare because you need stress relief “Maybe if you dont wanna do it by yourself, i can help..”

Meanwhile you still sat there, thinking about what just going on. The truth is, being a friend with jake for almost 1 year always been fantastic and you dont deny.. you kinda find him attractive but tonight theres only denial left to keep your pride.

Its hard to decide so your sudden movement is— bitting your lower lips and that’s something turns jake really on right now.

“Fuck and maybe i should really undress yourself for me huh?”

— To be continued

[kznes]

HAIKYUU BOYS x READER 🌶 “Do you like it?” 🌶

Kageyama, Oikawa, Sugawara, Kuroo, Kita, Suna (You secretly sabotage the soup with way too much salt, but pretend it was cooked lovingly. Will they endure it?)

🥣 KAGEYAMA TOBIO

You waited as he took the first spoonful. Kageyama blinked. Froze. His mouth opened slightly like he was about to say something—but he didn’t. He just… swallowed. You watched with innocent eyes, smile glowing. “Do you like it?” you asked sweetly.

He stared at the bowl like it had just betrayed him. His jaw clenched. “Y-Yeah,” he replied quickly, voice tight, eyes not meeting yours. “It’s… good.”

He took another bite. You heard the spoon click nervously against the bowl. He tried to eat fast—like the sooner he finished, the sooner the pain would end. His tongue was burning from the salt. His face was heating up.

You tilted your head, eyes wide. “You’re eating so fast. Do you like it that much?”

He let out a noise between a cough and a groan. “Y-Yeah…” He almost looked like he was about to cry when he finally finished. He patted his chest subtly like he was trying to make sure his heart didn’t explode from sodium overload.

But he said nothing. Because you made it. Lovingly. Even if it felt like his taste buds had been slapped.

🧂 OIKAWA TOORU

He was already praising you before the bowl even hit the table. “My angel, my shining star, my lover who can do everything—” Spoon in. Sip. A pause.

A long pause.

You tilted your head innocently. “Do you like it?”

Oikawa looked like he was buffering. He blinked, his usual radiant smile faltering as he tried to swallow. “It’s… very flavorful, babe.”

Another spoonful. He had to stop himself from gagging. He reached for water. Missed. Smiled. He was sweating.

“Ahaha…” he laughed nervously, spoon still in hand. “I-I didn’t know you liked your soup so… bold.” “I made it with love,” you whispered, eyes shining.

His hands trembled as he reached for the next bite. “Love is a powerful seasoning… wow… so… potent…”

You nodded happily. He finished it. Barely. But he finished it. And then spent twenty minutes brushing his teeth and googling “can too much salt cause hallucinations.”

🍲 SUGAWARA KOUSHI

Suga took a gentle sip of the soup, smile already present. You waited.

And then his eyes widened slightly. He blinked. You leaned forward, twirling a strand of hair. “Do you like it?”

His face did not change. “Yes! It’s very… intense.”

“Intense?”

“Rich. Deep. Memorable.” He took another spoonful like a soldier. His smile was trembling. “Really… leaves an impression.”

You beamed, humming as you sat next to him. He was sweating. When you weren’t looking, he ever-so-subtly pushed a napkin over the bowl.

But he didn’t stop eating. Slowly. Carefully. You almost saw his soul leave his body around the halfway point.

He coughed softly and tapped his chest. “This will… definitely strengthen my immune system.”

Still. He finished it. Because you made it. And he would never—never—let your effort go to waste. He only excused himself ten minutes later to “get fresh air” and not to sip a full bottle of antacid.

🧃 KUROO TETSURO

You placed the bowl in front of him with a satisfied smirk. “I made it just for you.”

“Aw, you do love me,” Kuroo cooed. He took a dramatic sip. Choked. Paused. You leaned in, wide-eyed. “Do you like it?”

Kuroo’s mouth opened, then closed again. He looked at the bowl like it had offended his ancestors. “Wow. That’s… wow. My taste buds weren’t ready. It’s… an experience.”

You tilted your head.

He nodded slowly. “Like drinking ocean water, but with affection.” Still, the man was determined. He squared his shoulders, took another bite, and gave you a thumbs-up with a wincing smile. “Salty, but sexy. Just like you.”

You cracked up.

He finished it, though his soul looked like it ascended from his body by the last spoonful. And afterward, he whispered under his breath, “I’m gonna need three water bottles and a prayer.”

🧂 KITA SHINSUKE

You weren’t sure if he’d say anything. Kita always had that unreadable, composed face.

He took a careful sip. Blink.

You clasped your hands on the table. “Do you like it?” He looked straight at you. “It’s very salty.” Your heart skipped. “Oh?” “But,” he continued, tone steady, “if you made it for me with your own hands, I’ll eat it all.”

And he did. Bite after bite. He didn’t wince. Didn’t grimace. Just calmly took it like it was punishment he willingly accepted. “Next time,” he said after he finished, wiping his mouth with a napkin, “maybe a little less salt. But thank you.”

You almost felt bad. Almost. Because he was too polite. Too sincere. Too strong. …He totally drank a gallon of water later, though.

(IN A WORLD OF BOYS HE'S A GENTLEMAN)

🥣 SUNA RINTAROU

He stared at the soup. He stared at you.

Then took a bite.

His face didn’t change. At all. You blinked. “Do you like it?” Suna nodded slowly. “Yeah. It’s… great. Like swallowing the sea. With a knife.” You tried not to laugh. “You’re so dramatic.”

He smirked slightly, though his throat moved as he forced himself to swallow again. He didn’t complain. Didn’t flinch. You’d almost think he didn’t notice.

Except— Halfway through, he paused and said with a blank expression: “Just to be clear… you love me, right?” You blinked, confused. “Of course.” “Just making sure,” he said, sipping water. “Because if this is how you treat someone you hate, I need to run.”

Still. He finished the bowl. Laid down dramatically on the couch like he’d just survived a war. “Tell me when dessert is ready. But if it’s salt pudding, I’m calling the police.”

i got inspiration after scrolling tiktok i will not post anything tomorrow so... take this as a consolation

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— 𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ! (bllk series)

✶ FIRST PART: INTRODUCTION AND ALREADY DESIRE TO LEAVE

plot: the largest villa in japan is opening its doors to 16 guys, all with the same characteristics: hot, young and single. get ready for the life of 8 girls and 8 boys, all ready to win the main prize: to come out winners and, maybe, with their soulmate. the challenges are ready, but you are ready for the challenges? the journey begins now!

"Are we sure it works? I mean, I don't even think it's on..." says the presenter, who happens to be me, Maya. The sound of the microphone explodes in the TV studio, causing a slight complaint from the audience who now have no eardrums "Oh yeah, it definitely works" I say satisfied, then turning to the audience that probably hates me at the moment "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first edition of the reality show "Race to Romance", where our contestants will find their soulmate among their enemies!" I say, but a voice interrupts me in the background "Say enemies to lovers didn't work better?" says the mysterious voice, but with a quick sign to the staff I ask to cancel the propagation of the sound from the mysterious microphone. I sigh a bit "It’s time for introductions, since time flies here. Let’s start with our ladies…"

You go up on stage, yes, you who are reading this right now. The audience explodes in a huge applause, maybe because of the beautiful dress you are wearing or maybe because they are paid to do this. Probably both. You arrive at the end of the television studio, the audience stops applauding. You turn slightly towards the wings, where the girls you will be participating with are looking at you curiously: you had the chance to talk to them previously, and you think it will be a nice opportunity to spend a few days with them on this program. You notice Helen looking at you smiling, while Nikki is giving you the thumbs up, maybe to encourage you. You look at them hopefully, as you take the microphone and clear your throat "It's a pleasure for me to be here, I'm also surprised above all that I passed the auditions. But evidently they chose the best ones" you say trying to sound charismatic, and not anxious as you are. The audience applauds again, and you sincerely hope that they are not doing it just because they are paid to do so. Maybe in reality you hope so, you just need to know that you don't seem ridiculous at the moment

"Only the best for the first season of the reality show" I say, clapping my hands lightly "Tell me girl, what do you think of the group of girls you've already met?" I ask. You clear your throat again, trying to relax your nerves "I've talked to some of them, but I'm really sure a good group will form once we enter the villa. We'll be strong when the men drive us crazy" you say, and I nod "Of course! You always have to have at least someone to confide in, here you'll def have more than one. Instead, what do you think of the men's introductions?" I ask

In your mind you replay the videos you've seen, the ones where the guys introduce themselves: you also shot the same commercial a week ago, and probably the others saw it the same way you saw theirs. You've seen a lot of cute guys, but there are others you'd stay away from. Three in particular come to mind "I've seen a few, but especially the one about the German, the extremely rich boy, and a certain younger brother. I have nothing bad to say about them! They seem fine... at least the last two. The first one, the German, seems extremely full of himself" you say honestly, and the audience laughs "You're talking about Micheal Kaiser, Reo Mikage and Rin Itoshi. Why do you think that about Kaiser Micheal?" I ask, and you sigh "In his video he did nothing but talk about being an emperor. I get it! No need to repeat it... 17 times?" you say sighing, and the audience actually seems interested

"I see. I ask the audience to give another round of applause, because another person is about to join us. From the men's team, Micheal Kaiser!" I say, and turning around I notice how slightly pale you have become. You gulp down a lump of saliva, a particularly heavy one, as the slender figure of the Bastard Munchen striker steps onto the stage. The usual smirk curls his lips, as he takes his microphone "Good evening everyone. Any problems with me and we haven't even entered the villa?" asks the boy. You turn to the girls, but magically they have disappeared. You put the microphone to your lips, but a series of stuttered words only make your situation worse for you. Kaiser laughs, running a hand through his hair "You don’t know how answer to me?" he asks, but I take his microphone "Save the beef for when you're locked in there. Race to Romance officially starts now!" I say, and two assistants come to get you

As you walk back to the girls, you wonder why you wanted to participate here. Cute boys? Definitely. Chance to make new friends and become famous? Sure. But the destruction of your ego was not planned for this soon, yet it has happened

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"What are you doing here, F/O." I say while watching a Jerma stream that involves a lot of clips from movies like a decade+ ago, and I was anticipating this after seeing some of the movie selections. And already almost mistaking someone for a different character voice actor.

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Hey, just felt called to let you know that your MQF from SVSSS doodles give me such life and inspired how I write MQF in my fics. I love how you depict him and your art style is so refreshing and cute!

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Hey guys!! this is just my insane ramble on Still Waters Run Deep that's made by the lovely @un-local. I've had so so sooooo many thoughts about this fic and I decided to try and put it all coherently in a post :)

Probably not a lot of new insights, just many, many rambles

Magdalene analysis and her view on Rogier + some other stuff

Magdalene, at the start of the story, is aimless and refuses to follow any line of Grace, putting off whatever it leads to and going in the opposite direction. Yet Grace is fickle, and it all eventually converges, so she gives in. (aaaand a life-changing partnership ensues)

She wants out of the competition of becoming Elden Lord, and she wants nothing to do with it. Someone else to take lordship is what she wants. Magdalene, in her eyes, is not worthy to take the throne. But Rogier on the other hand…

Rogier is, quite literally, built different. He thinks differently compared to Magdalene (a STR vs INT user difference lol). He’s able to pick out all the details that she would miss. Be able to extrapolate and examine it all and be able to learn from it. Magdalene can't do that.

It's basically:

Rogier: says some fun facts about the most random thing in the room, saying all the history behind it, and what the tiny details could mean Magdalene: yeah, that's a rock.

So instead, she becomes a tool for Rogier to be able to use, because that's the least she can do for him.

“She can already feel the faint grin forming on her lips at the thought. She never wanted to be Elden Lord. She’d finally picked up and followed grace to... to get away, with no idea what it called her to do. When Melina told her where it led her, she felt only dread. But Rogier... To save Those Who Live in Death... Two birds, one stone. She meets his eyes, and doesn’t look away. In them, she doesn’t see pride, or avarice. She doesn't see a man who wants to rule the world. Not at all. The path forward is clear now.” -Chapter 22

For once, she really sees a light from the dark future she sees. She's hopeful that she won't have to take the throne, that Rogier can burden it instead of her. He's worthy in her eyes and because of that, she devotes herself to him with all she can do. (Ah but… I believe Rogier wants her to be Elden Lord? Not sure but her not wanting to be Elden Lord doesn’t quite fit with what he has planned)

Magdalene really holds onto Rogier, and his guidance (a comfort wizard, if you will). And so the idea that he won’t make it… that she’ll be left alone with Grace again, forced to join back into the competition for lordship... It's sickening to her. So she really clings to him, desperate to not be left alone with a destiny that she despises.

Magdalene is always pulled into different directions. Grace pulls her to one but she pulls herself to the opposite one. Fia and D are both on extreme sides of the spectrum on Rogier's survival, and Magdalene is caught right in the middle of it.

But for her, Rogier will survive, he has to survive otherwise... that light, that small hope she has will all fade into obscurity.

Ghosts from the past (Lorens and Ida)

I absolutely love how something, or rather, someone haunts both of them.

Lorens had been the catalyst of all of what Rogier does now. Why he’s so desperate to save those who live in death. He's literally devoted his body and mind to Lorens just to see him alive (maybe Rogier's devoting all of himself to finding a solution to death because he wants it to come back to the old times when it was just him and Lorens in the Rise, or maybe not!! I'm just rambling lol).

Every thought of Lorens is painted with a sort of bittersweetness to it. From Rogier's perspective, at the very least (I'm super curious as to how Lorens would view Rogier but we'll probably never get it because... you know...). He's almost obsessed with him, and it's all pretty unhealthy lol.

Magdalene, who’s haunted by Ida who's probably a sort of lover that hadn't been fully brought to fruition. Different opinions on what they have had made Magdalene leave with (from what I have seen at least, we have scrapes of her, people! I can't wait to see more of Ida though)

Now with Ida... Magdalene absolutely shakes herself out of every thought she has about Ida. Spurning every single thought or imagination she has of that woman.

"Nausea comes in waves. Fever. She can feel delirium taking her—she’s convinced she’s submerged in the very waters of creation, for a while. She vividly feels herself sinking deeper and deeper into a current; cold and dark and inescapable. As it pulls her down, she’s overcome with the instinct to breathe it in— Against her temple she feels a hand, with gentle fingers dragging softly through her hair. Suddenly, every layer of the dream collapses in on itself, and she jolts awake with a gasp.  Here, in Liurnia, she hauls herself up, rubbing at her face. Even the memory is a shock of cold water to her. She’s a woman haunted." -Chapter 23

(I just really love this part- I can't help it)

I think it's also really interesting how Magdalene leaves Ida due to their differences in what they have (?) while Rogier just absolutely hangs onto Lorens no matter what, despite him being... er... him. Not so sure about his personality with the small flashbacks we get of him but he’s probably not good for Rogier.

In short, Rogier venerates Lorens, while Magdalene absolutely rejects Ida. (Opposites!)

Rogier’s overthinking

Also found it interesting that when Rogier thinks he really thinks. He's a professional overthinker, even in the past

"He thinks of the labyrinthian etiquette, the way he’d triple-check every sentence for a double meaning. The secrets, the ruthless political schemes. It all felt like a spider’s web to him. He’d learned the game, and he played it well, but it had been nothing but paranoia and misery for him. Just like it was for everyone else." -Chapter 17

It's what's kept him alive (Ch. 17), and what's been able to pave the way for his findings Yet, it’s also his curse. He tries to pick out every detail that he can and think of every possible reason or motivation. Every single outcome he just needs to know so that he won't get caught by surprise again. He needs to be in control of the situation, he needs to be the master of the chessboard.

Oh and once this guy spirals, he really spirals. He starts thinking and looking at details, rewinding every single thing, every interaction, and trying to label a reason for every little thing. Yet... something emotional seems to break the surface of the water.

I personally think that he was raised to overthink. He was a noble after all, and he dealt with politics. He truly needed to check, double check, triple check, every single sentence and word in case it would have a double meaning. "He’d learned the game, and he played it well" (Ch. 17) . Getting worse after Lorens' death, being fooled by "Only a cut." (Ch. 25) and seeing the aftermath of it.

He can't not do it because if he doesn't, and he gets surprised it would break him (or at the very least, freak him out).

ALSO!! Rogier hating on "saccharine conversations" (Ch. 17) good lord. This guy cannot be real with anyone. Rogier refuses to show vulnerability because:

1. He was raised like that (the whole attachment theory thing) 2. He will absolutely break if he does

Do you guys remember when Fia tells Magdalene that "dear Rogier began to weep as he spoke" (Ch.14)? Fia saw through Rogier's walls through the cracks and he just absolutely breaks down. (Get yourself a man who, after "embracing" tells you all about this thing he's obsessed about and then cries because of it)

It's a mortifying ordeal, that someone's able to see through the walls you've meticulously put up. It hits something deep within that he’s tried to bury.

Despite the walls he puts up people other than Fia see through them. Magdalene (Ch.7) was able to see through the small cracks that have broken, and Roderika... hoo she really hit a nerve didn’t she? (But it also hit one of her nerves too, Rogier vs Roderika am I right?)

Chapter 17 analysis

Also, while we’re on the topic of Roderika, let's talk about chapter 17! Seems I have a lot to talk about.

I absolutely love this chapter so much, it gives us so much insight into Rogier's backstory and the way he thinks. His noble background really shines through here, with how he acts with Roderika who is a fellow ex-noble too.

"His grin is wide and carefree, but it rather feels like he's baring his teeth.  There’s no room for your pity here." -Chapter 17

This guy cannot accept any sign of sympathy/compassion with anyone. It's all pity to him, and he absolutely hates pity. Once Roderika starts to console him too it sickens him and it makes him bare his teeth like an animal, his baser instinct showing just a little bit.

He’s probably bore his teeth to other nobles in the court, or whatever meetings they have with one another. Small threats that get the message across by a vicious smile, is something he is all too familiar with.

I also think that it's a little bit funny how he gives advice to Roderika but then is also a little bit of a hypocrite about it

“It’s hard, to leave it behind. But the old world will keep its claws in you, if you let it.” -Chapter 17

Rogier while it's not his past life that he's stuck but rather, he is stuck on Lorens. Even though Rogier is no longer Lorens' student, even though Lorens is dead, he still has his claws on Rogier. It's his entire motivation, why he's in a "pathetic" state now. He isn't letting those claws go, he lets them dig deeper within him, and they dig in deep.

“You already have it within you," he says. "They were only trying to bury it.” -Chapter 17

Rogier immediately buries his own emotions in this interaction when Roderika tries to console him lol. Just based off of him being an ex-noble and his whole family thing, it's well established that he is very much used to burying it all down his gullet. I mean, is it really Rogier without emotional suppression?

Also Rogier tends to close off all the matters that relate to what he feels in his dialogue both in game and in SWRD. This guy cannot let out just a slight moment of vulnerability

A Color Theory Thing on my read on Rogier's garb:

Rogier, with his background being grounded in nobility has suppressed his baser desires in exchange for meaningless political schemes that have only brought him misery. Yet after coming to these lands, he finds himself with Lorens.

He wears a Raya Lucarian Robe and it has red on it. It's a sign of baser instincts being shown for once. He has grown an infatuation with Lorens despite being his student.

Yet, Rogier is still mostly blue, and he still suppresses that baser desire that he’s developed, that infatuation for Lorens. He never once builds up the courage to be able to tell Lorens what he feels. He would always bury those feelings down, and as a result he can't let go of it. It's far too deep to be buried back up.

But once Lorens has died, Rogier changes too.

He exchanges those garbs for yellow and turquoise (I think?). He's a mix of colors and beliefs.

He still has the blue in the turquoise, which symbolizes calm, intelligence, and emotional control (you can’t spell Rogier without emotional control) But turquoise isn't just blue, it also has green.

Green represents growth, life, and new beginnings. This is a new beginning for Rogier, who's set out for a new goal, to be able to save those who live in death (and perhaps give them life? Not so sure on that but in SWRD that seems to be the case with Lorens).

It's balanced by yellow. Creativity and originality, he's almost the only person we meet who wants to save TWLID. Not only that but yellow also symbolizes illness, which could be a foreshadowing of what happens to him later in his life.

It's not just sickness though, yellow also symbolizes deception. Rogier lies, but I necessarily think he's someone who is always deceptive. He's more like the type of guy who would lie so that an encounter would go well or not hurt someone else's feelings. I think he's like that from that whole ex-nobility thing he's got going on. Political schemes and lying through a smile is something that he's familiar with. (It also doesn't help that he keeps being emotionally suppressed too lol)

Cowardice is another. Rogier is scared to tell anyone about his emotions, to take that risk of being honest with someone. His background in nobility and his family definitely doesn't help either.

Rogier had been too scared to be true to Lorens and tell him his feelings, and because of that, he would never be able to. I feel like he's avoided it even more afterward. He refuses to take that jump of being honest with someone, whether it's about his emotions or his ideals, he doesn't let them go.

But when he does? With D, it completely breaks off everything they've had. Everything that they could have been.

"Beguiled fool. A rotten, sick bastard. Fouled by them. A wicked, two-faced user. Heartless. Loathsome parasite. How could he? Were they not supposed to set this crooked world straight? Profane. A perversion of honor. A madman." -Chapter 5

“Get out of my sight.” “I’m sorry.” He’d said, and he was. But Darian’s lips curled back, and he jerked his head away and locked his eyes on the horizon. His jaw twitched, in the moment he took to reply.  “Don’t talk to me.” There was nothing he could do to fix this. To undo his mistakes, to spare Darian his intentions." -Chapter 5

It's all gone because he had been honest about his goals (presumably). This experience probably strengthened that emotional suppression so as to not be hurt/caught by surprise.

So when Magdalene, someone who wholeheartedly accepts his ideals and sees his side for once, he's cautious. He can't believe that someone can genuinely agree with him because all the times that he has been honest, he's been punished for it. (though, he reminds himself that she's not like that)

In short, this guy's a mixed bag. A mixed bag with problems

(basing this off of the Elden Ring color theory video, it was an absolute joy to watch)

[EDIT]: idk what to call this section but he seems to seek out some form of approval. Lets see how that ties in with his grief!

"He still doesn’t understand why. What did he do, specifically? Or was he just past his usefulness? Deemed unfit to rule? He never truly wanted to rule as Lord, but to be cast aside so indifferently—it had shaken him.  Every now and then he fumbles with this, again and again, but he knows. He does. He knows that grace has forsaken him for good reason. He’s a heretic. An apostate. He who does not obediently bow before a faltering, decrepit Order, so ill-equipped to handle the world as it is. " -Chapter 5

"All these years. Couldn’t change a thing. Rather pathetic, I’d say—what a fool, thinking that this crooked world could be made right by mortal hands. Sure, deathblight. Truly, a fitting end for a worthless, rotten bastard." -Chapter 12

Now, speaking from some personal experience, being raised in a family that's of nobility and expects so much out of you from a young age definitely breeds some kind of self-worth issues that really stick with you. Especially if you haven't had anyone to truly support you.

Because of that, I believe that Rogier, in a way, is trying to prove his worth. But not to the Order, I think that he's in some way trying to please Lorens. Even in death.

He puts everything into his studies of Death, searching and scouring for scraps of information just to give him a single lead on anything, and for what?

"Its fulfillment will be a selfish act of altruism. These crooked lands will set right, by his hands, for a reward of nothing at all. But make no mistake: he needs another day. And another after that, and another after that. He needs his questions answered with questions, he needs his notes corrected in an unreadable hand, he needs to hear one more “Well—” followed by the most opaque, convoluted tangle of sentences ever constructed. There’s no reward he seeks, but the warm smile of cold gray eyes and a scoff about just what he’s wearing nowadays. " -Chapter 19

Rogier devotes himself to saving TWLID (saving Lorens, in reality), but it's not because it's all for selfless reasons, he seems to want things to go back to the way things used to be. Back at the Rise, with just him and Lorens once more.

I don't think Rogier ever accepted Lorens' death. He's determined to bring back Lorens, desperately trying to find a solution to bring him back no matter what.

And it’s quite hypocritical isnt it? That Rogier wants to change the Order to be able to sort of… revive Lorens from Death. To go back to the old times that they both had had.

This guy refuses to grieve and is searching (desperately) for a solution for a dead man who's probably not even good for him. Get this man some therapy

This entire post's summary is just me going:

Anyway, that's all for my crazy rambles! I can't wait to see how SWRD will progress, and how everyone will intermingle and grow with one another (Rogier and Mags)!!!! :0)

Have some doodles + a WIP that I'll probably never finish as a treat for reading this! (Mag's torso was wayyy too long on the second one oops)

(bonus boggart because I love him)

[light-wrath-paradise]

Do you know that feel when you need to clean a lot of shit but you are paralysed by fear so you just sit there and continue being anxious and telling yourself to clean? Yeah.

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Can you please do a Daniel one where he meets reader in a club but she’s not wearing anything too revealing or drinking alcohol, so he gets kinda intrigued? Ends with spice, pretty please

Want me to ruin you? DR3 🔥

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Summary: In a club full of noise and neon, Daniel Ricciardo spots a woman who isn’t trying to be seen — and can’t stop looking. Cool, poised, untouched, she’s everything the night isn’t. Their conversation is sharp, flirtation understated, but when she invites him home, the tension explodes. What follows is slow-burn seduction turned raw hunger, with Daniel worshipping her body like a discovery, and her meeting him move for move with devastating control.

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, club pickup, power-play tension, oral (F receiving), rough sex, praise kink, light dom!Daniel, mild spanking, condom use, emotionally intense single-night connection, lingering aftercare.

The music was heavy. Loud. Dripping with bass. Everyone around her moved like they were underwater, sweaty limbs, neon lights, hands in the air, perfume clinging to skin. Girls in crop tops, glossy with lip gloss and tequila. Guys with shirts half-buttoned and hands wandering.

She didn’t look like any of them. Daniel saw her before he even meant to. Not because she was trying to be seen, but because she wasn’t. She was alone at the bar. One hand loosely holding a glass of sparkling water with a slice of lime. No straw. No sugar-rimmed rim. Just clear, clean, untouched.

Her dress was black. Long. Not tight. Not short. No visible cleavage, no dramatic heels, just black boots and poise.

The bar light hit her cheekbone just right. Sharp enough to cut. And Daniel couldn’t stop staring.

She wasn’t dancing. She wasn’t smiling. She wasn’t bored, either. She was watching. Like she’d seen it all before.

He made his way to her slowly. Not because he was nervous. Just… curious. She didn’t look up when he leaned against the bar beside her. “Not drinking?” he asked.

She tilted her head toward him. One eyebrow arched. “Technically I am,” she said, lifting the glass.

“Okay,” he smirked. “Not drinking alcohol?”

She turned to face him fully then. Her face was beautiful, understated, clean, skin like silk. Her lips were gloss-free. Her collarbone glowed under the bar light. “Do you always talk to women who don’t want to be talked to?” she asked, voice cool but not cold.

Daniel held up his hands. “I can walk away.”

She stared at him a second longer. Then smiled, just barely. “Stay.”

They talked. Nothing deep. Just the kind of surface-skimming conversation that lingers.

Her voice was low. Measured. Her questions were simple but made him feel like she was peeling something back without trying.

Daniel leaned closer. The bass throbbed through the floor. Her eyes were soft and unreadable. “Why aren’t you drinking?” he asked again.

“Why aren’t you asking me something interesting?”

He laughed. “Okay. What’s the one thing people always assume about you that’s wrong?”

She considered that. Tilted her head. Sipped her water. “That I’m waiting for someone.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re not?”

“No. I came alone.”

“That’s rare.”

“I’m rare.”

Daniel grinned. “I can see that.”

She looked at him then, really looked. “Why aren’t you trying to fuck me like everyone else in here?”

“I am,” he said, voice dropping. “I’m just not rushing it.”

She smiled. It didn’t quite reach her eyes. “And what if I said I don’t do one-night stands?”

“I’d say we don’t need to call it that.”

She laughed. “You’re smooth.”

“I’m honest.”

Her eyes dragged over him then. Slowly. As if deciding whether or not he was worth it. Apparently, he was. “Come on then,” she said, grabbing her bag. “Let’s go.”

They took a cab to his hotel. The ride was quiet. Her legs crossed. His thumb twitching. Every second stretched out like a fuse.

Upstairs, the door clicked shut behind them. She turned to him. “You got condoms?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

She walked slowly backward toward the bed, undoing her earrings one by one, setting them on the nightstand. He followed, eyes trained on her. “You’re really not gonna kiss me first?” she asked, teasing.

He blinked. “Would you prefer I fuck you before I kiss you?”

She smirked. “I haven’t decided yet.”

Daniel kissed her like it was the first time he’d ever wanted someone. Not a sloppy club kiss. Not the drunk kind. This was slow. Anchored. His hand cupped her jaw as his mouth dragged over hers, tongue coaxing her open until she gasped, until she leaned into him like she’d been waiting all fucking night.

His hands found her waist. Slid under the hem of her dress. Palmed her ass. “Let me undress you,” he said into her mouth.

She nodded. “Don’t ruin the dress.”

“No promises.”

He peeled it off like it was made of silk and sin. Underneath: a black lace thong. No bra. Bare skin and soft curves and nothing else.

Daniel sucked in a breath. “Holy fuck.”

She just smiled. He pushed her onto the bed and kissed his way down her body, collarbone, chest, stomach, teeth scraping gently, tongue leaving slow wet trails that made her squirm.

He pulled her panties down with his teeth. Paused. Looked up at her. “Still not a one-night stand,” he said. “But I’m gonna fuck you like one.”

Her thighs parted. “Do it.”

He licked her like he was starving.

Not neat. Not delicate. Just raw, deep, devouring, like he needed her to fall apart on his tongue before he’d let her breathe again. Her fingers tangled in his curls. Her back arched. He flicked, sucked, groaned into her, tongue relentless until she was panting, gasping, hips rocking into his mouth.

She came shaking. Quiet but wrecked. Wetness spilling into his mouth. Daniel didn’t stop. He kissed up her body, slick on his chin, his cock already hard against her thigh. “Want me to ruin you?” he whispered.

She nodded, dazed.

He grabbed the condom. Tore it open. Rolled it on. Then, slow, brutal, pushed into her.

She gasped. So did he. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered, breath catching. “So wet for me. You knew exactly what you were doing in that bar, didn’t you?”

She smiled through a moan. “You weren’t hard to catch.”

He laughed. Thrust deep. “Liar.”

He fucked her slow at first. Deep strokes, heavy breathing, the sound of skin on skin echoing off the walls. Her legs around his waist. His mouth on her throat. Then he flipped her. Bent her over. Hand on her neck. “You’re perfect like this,” he murmured. “All spread out and wet for me. You know how fucking good you look like this?”

She whimpered. He slapped her ass. Not hard, just enough to make her gasp. “Say it.”

“What?”

“Say you’re mine.”

She moaned. “I’m yours.”

“Say you want more.”

“More, Daniel, please-”

“Good girl.”

She came again like that, face down, ass up, begging his name like it hurt. And when he came, it was with a growl, buried deep, muscles tight, kissing the curve of her shoulder as he pulsed inside her.

After, she lay beside him. Hair a mess. Skin flushed. He brushed a strand behind her ear. “You didn’t drink. You didn’t flirt. You weren’t looking for anything.”

She looked at him. “I wasn’t.”

He smirked. “But you found something anyway.”

She smiled.“I found you.”

[skrunksthatwunk]

mr president a fourth major assignment has hit the two days before a mandatory friday road trip nobody bothered to tell me about until yesterday

[laceyfaeryy]

fire fighter! simon riley x single mom! reader

simon being completely enamoured by the pretty single mom that volunteered at the fire station with free lunch every friday.

pure fluff, mentions of burns and scars - might do a part 2 and not proof read teehee

he was a man of discipline - of routine, and hard work and yet he was currently staring at you moving around swiftly as she handed out cookies like a love sick boy. his eyes seemed to follow your every move, how you seamlessly interacted with his coworkers and even the other parents and children.

of course, his interest didn’t go unnoticed by his captain, price who gave him a sly smile before nudging him slightly.

“she’s single for if you want to make a move and stop ogling her.”

if looks could kill price would be six feet underground.

he couldn’t make a move, not when you were the complete opposite of him. you were the like sun, beaming no matter what as you platted each meal, you were always so positive, so selfless no matter what.

simon was convinced that someone as dark and troubled as him would dim your light, scars and burns on his body that were so ugly and gruesome it almost felt blasphemous to touch you.

“si? want some lunch?” your soft melodic voice breaking him out of his trance, you always had a way of making him spell bound, like a siren.

he shook his head with a small attempted smile. “‘m not that hungry.”

but he was really fucking hungry. though he was convinced that if he ate your food he would be addicted, begging for more.

“but fire fighters need energy!” a small high pitch voice spoke up, your daughter. “mama makes good food, try it pretty please?” her eyes wide and pleading, her small lips jutted out in a determined pout.

simon cleared his throat, “i guess a little bit won’t hurt.”

oh it wasn’t just a little bit. he came back for seconds, thirds, fourth.

simon ate like a man starved, his fork scraping against the plate as he finished it again. “told you mama’s food is the best!” your daughter beamed as she perched herself up on the step next to him, her feet swinging in the air whilst simon’s were extended out. the size difference was comical.

her gaze drifted over his uniform, her eyes wide and curious. “what’s this?” her small chubby finger pointing to his scarred hand. instinctively, he pulled his sleeves over them, shielding something so dark and ugly from her innocent eyes. “‘s nothing, kid.”

“does it hurt?” she asked, completely oblivious to simon’s insecurity. he shook his head “doesn’t hurt anymore

white lie. god, it hurts so bad not physically but emotionally. sometimes he couldn’t even stand staring at his hands, purposely trying to cover them up with gloves but it irritated the uneven skin which made it even worse.

“hey, you shouldn’t be asking questions like that missy,” you playfully narrowing your eyes at your daughter who smiled sheepishly. “thought i’d taught you better than to pry into peoples personal lives.” you raised a brow at the smaller girl whose eyes were crinkling due to her cheesy smile. “gotta go get food!” she giggled as she ran, well stumbled away.

“sorry about that, she’s a curious little thing,” your eyes glued to her as she asked another volunteer for more food. simon chuckled lowly, “‘s alright, got good intentions.”

simon’s heart felt like it was going to explode, it was never heated this fast, not even during the missions where he thought he was going to die. he felt so aware of everything, secretly hoping you didn’t notice how he was hiding his scars.

you cleared your throat, pulling something out of your pockets. “i got you something,” your tone soft and shy, completely different to what simon was used to.

gloves.

“i heard cotton is good for sensitive skin, so i thought it would be appropriate for you.”

god, what did he do to deserve you?

“if you don’t want it it’s fine, i don’t want to cross any boundaries-“

but before you could even finish he took them from your hands, putting them on. “they’re amazing,” his hands flexing under the material as he tried them on. he felt like a school boy who was talking to a girl the first time, his mind completely blank.

“do yer wanna grab sum coffee with me?”

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[dalazzx]

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Warnings. PuppyHybrid!Satoru x FemBunny Hybrid!reader, smut, dumb pup Satoru, size difference, dubcon, humping, crying, lots of cum, somnophilia ₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

Puppy!Satoru doesn’t get that he can’t just have you whenever he wants, it confuses him immensely when you lock yourself in Suguru’s bedroom to get away from him.

You try your hardest to avoid Satoru whenever necessary because of how eager he is, you can’t keep up with him. Relaxing means nothing to him when he constantly wants to be in your face saying and doing the most, it’s frustrating having to put up with him because Suguru thinks you’ll bond with him.

Puppy!Satoru just loves you too much, he wants you in ways that are indescribable, he loves his cute bunny so much.

The only time he can really have you pliant and not aggressive is when you’re sleep, that’s when he really takes it to another level.

Puppy Toru grinds his cock against you when you’re sleeping so peacefully, if he can’t have you while you’re awake then he’ll have you this way. He carefully wraps his arms around you and plops himself agaisnt your ass, his little cock snuggly fitting ontop of your delicious panty-clad ass, he humps you slowly, nice and sensually to build himself up a little.

When you do start stirring awake, he’ll slowly lull you back to sleep by rubbing your fluffy ears just like Suguru does. His bunny looks so cute whining but then falling back into your sleepy state.

Satoru slips your panties to the side, your dripping cunt so shiny within his blue orbs.

He pulls his cocklet out till his pants sit below his heavy strained balls, they need to be released very soon or he feels like he’ll explode where he sits. He glides against your fat pussy as slow as he can as to not wake you again, he can’t have his fun ruined so early and definitely not before he cums.

His breaths are coming out uneven and shaky, his whole body feels uneasy.

He uses two hands to spread your cunt, peering into your tiny soaked hole, ready to be used for hours on end.

It’s about a good hour in and Satoru is soaked in his own sweat, his clammy body and cum covered cock still hasn’t let up, he fucks your poor cunt like his life depends on it, it definitely feels that way. His balls, no matter how many times he cums still aren’t emptied.

A sleepy you is finally stirring awake, you feel pain for a few moments before total bliss blinds your body, Satoru tries to still for a moment to let you fall back asleep but finds his hips won’t stop meeting your ass, he can’t stop plunging himself deep inside of you, pulling out and doing it all over again.

You let Satoru fuck your little bunny-cunt so many times after you awake, you let him cum inside you; a large goopy wet mess by the end of it. Even if you are crying you can’t will yourself to tell him to stop because you feel so damn good. You’ll let him fuck an entire litter into you!

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

toji is okay with you not making eye-contact with him during sex because he knows that you're just overwhelmed, right? it's because he simply loves to feel your lips against his skin when you hide your face in the crook of his neck because that's how he knows he's taking good care of you, right?

fuck no.

those are not the only reasons.

if you look toji in the eyes while he's fucking you, he will cream his pants like a fucking teenager who's just seen a pair of tits for the first time.

when he has you on your back with your heels digging into his lower back and with your hands clawing at your back, his own arms barely supporting his body as he sinks into you; you look beautiful like this – a layer of sweat covers your body and he thinks about licking it all up, your bitten lips are parted and the sounds that spill from you cloud toji's mind like a drug. you're writhing and you're squirming, squeezing around his cock so tight that he feels like he's about to pass out.

and then... your eyes.

eyebrows scrunched together, you stare up at him and toji thinks he's going to die instead. tears brim in the corners while your pupils are blown wide, a mix of pleasure and adoration swimming in the dark orbs as he brings you closer and closer to another high. oh, he thinks you look like a fucking painting. like you belong in a museum.

the way you're looking at him is making his cock twitch inside you and that in turn makes you blink at him. you flutter your eyelashes while pressing your heels deeper into his back, silently begging for more.

"f-fuck..."

toji's head falls as he squeezes his own eyes shut. he feels like he's on fire. he feels like he's about to fucking explode. he's going to cum just because you're looking at him with nothing else but love in your eyes. he feels stupid for it – a little embarrassed that such a simple thing is getting to him so easily, but when he feels your hand on his jaw, cradling him like he's something that could break – the shame fades.

the combination of meeting your gaze once again, the care in them, and the love you offer him, makes the knot in his belly snap.

you caress his cheek as you hold your eyes on him, eager to watch him unfold in front of you. a fucked out smile makes its way to your lips and toji's heart skips a beat at the sight. he's never felt weaker, he's never felt more loved. oh, you're something alright.

he also can't handle your eyes whenever you're giving him head. he simply cannot do it. he does love watching you, he really fucking loves it – how you screw your eyes shut, your eyebrows furrowing as you concentrate on your breathing. how the drool pools in the corners of your mouth and how it dribbles down your chin. how your whole body twitches when you gag around him. how small your hand looks on him, how you massage his heavy balls. how pretty you look while doing it all – he's obsessed.

but the second you open your eyes and look back up at him... he's throwing his head back and hiding behind his arm. and while the view of his neck does get you to rub your own thighs together in want – it's not enough.

you want more.

taking your lips off his cock and ignoring the line of spit that connects you to it, you patiently wait for him to look at you. you even stop jerking him off, just resting your hand around his base. his dick twitches and another glob of pre-cum trickles from his tip.

"toji?"

your voice is as sweet as ever and he knows it's a trap. he grumbles back at you in hopes of convincing you to continue, but he's wrong. merely giving his base a squeeze, you watch how the older man buck his hips into your fist.

"look at me."

he won't, he won't, he won't. you're evil, you're awful, you wish to torture him until he dies. this is how it all ends for him. he won't.

"please..."

his balls twitch and his his body burns. he needs to cum so fucking bad but he hates looking like an actual old man, who can't keep his shit together.

"look at me, baby."

it's more of a demand now and he can't resist you. he never has and he never will. whatever you say goes – if you tell him to jump off a damn cliff, he will do so. if you want to break him just like you're doing right this moment, then so be it. he's all yours.

his arm falls from in front of his face and his green eyes crack open to the most glorious sight in the world. you look completely fucked out and your hair is a mess, your lips and your chin are all covered in spit and he thinks of you as an angel of some sort.

you give him a smile and his hips buck into your fist again, but you don't tease him for it – you want him to feel good. so you press a kiss to his sticky tip as you hold his lust-filled gaze and it's enough for him to blow his load all over your gorgeous face.

you lap at his tip like a kitten, collecting the few drops that threaten to escape while still pumping him with your one hand and massaging his balls with the other. toji grips the sheets below with both his hands – his fingers tug at the material so hard that they almost rip but neither of you care.

you worshipping his cock, or better yet worshipping him, is baffling to him. but he's not complaining. you take him into your mouth again, eyes still on his, you wrap your lips wrap around his tip and push him into overstimulation.

curses tumble from his scarred lips like they're the only words he knows and you can't help but smile while still having him him in your mouth. you're covered in his cum and now you're fucking grinning up at him – he really does think he's about to pass away. there's no way this is real, that you're not something his mind conjured up to plague him with. your hands feel godly and your mouth feels so fucking warm. no, this is it – he's officially dying.

taking your lips off of him with a pop, your smile widens even more as you give him an 'ahhh!' as if you've just had the best meal of your life and toji doesn't waste a second before pushing off the bed.

"fuck, come here."

his knees hit the floor with a thud as he lunges at you like a starved beast. he grabs your cheeks and pulls you toward him, smashing his lips to yours in a desperate kiss. he needs to feel you, he needs to taste you. he needs to love you.

he needs to give you his all.