#(btw this is my buds first time watching)

[dood1e-bug]

So my friend @feralghoulium and I watched The Secret Saturdays together and many jokes where made.

Drew/made the ones I remember.

[divinesouldariax]

I thought Orym took the Warlock Initiate feat in the deal with Nana Morrie, but no! It's Fey-Touched! He gets one free Misty Step per day and has chosen Hex as his 1st level enchantment spell.

[midnite-c6]

Hii!:D Can you write about timid fem!reader x Namgyu nsfw? Like reader has a hand kink and she keeps staring at Namgyu’s hands. And once the lights out, Namgyu decides to confront reader.

Sorry if this is maybe a bit confusing this is my first time requesting😞🫶🏻 Btw I rlly love your fics💕

his hands are so hot holy lord 🤤 i would kfc on those thangs finger licking good fr he keeps us filled up here, dis to all the hand lovers MEOW

nam-gyu x timid!reader smut !! <3 warnings: 18+, DARK content, spoilers, dubcon, humiliation, fingering

つ⁠｡⁠☆ imagine.. when you first met him at the games, (ignoring the deaths & violence in the background), you shamelessly keep staring at his veiny hands!! like oh lord !! the rings in his pointer and middle finger weren't helping either, as well as that stylistic choice of a black wristband, it only added to the appeal. this is what kept you going, to be honest, even if nam-gyu wasn't necessarily the good guy inside the games, you'd only vote 'O' to be with him longer! he notices this, of course, and takes advantage every time! getting closer to you, his hand slightly patting your head to "calm" you down, and when he sees you not having any energy to eat, he'd ask for it, but if you KINDLY reject him, he scoffs, "do you want me to feed it to you then?", ... "if you're not gonna eat, i'll force the food inside you.", "you'd want my fingers shoved up that mouth of yours, right?" hoo.. boy...

you were so... weird. he thinks. because he's absolutely aware of your obsession with his hands, and he decides to test the waters! well, not test, he fully dives in.

you were the only team member that remained with him, thanos died, se-mi died, and min-su was too scared to face him. he told you he'd have a meeting during lights out, opting you to come to his bed. nam-gyu's really shocked at your "loyalty" for him, but still punishes you for it!

nsfw below -> !! (⁠.⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

... he kept his promise of shoving down his fingers down your throat, his pointer and middle finger, inches deep inside, making you gag. this was to shut you up, there was a metallic taste, due to the ring he was wearing. "i know you've been wanting this, so don't scream." he whispers, his other arm forcing your legs to open wide, "if i hear you, even a little bit, i'll kill you, got it?" he's so strict, it's fucking you up, mentally. but you nod, and it painfully adds up to his ego, making him think: so you DID want this? you were now voluntarily at his mercy?? well he might've forgotten his blatant death threats but still...

he'd remove the two fingers inside your mouth, giving you a firm look, you better not make a noise! pushing your pants off your legs, seeing the wet gray patch in the middle of your panties. "jeez. you're even wet." he says, dissaprovingly staring. he places his whole hand to rub the apex of your thighs, he could only watch you arch your back and watch your hand fly to your mouth so you wouldn't make any noise, as ordered. he then leaves two fingers to be placed on your clothed clit. "here, hm?" you nod frantically, wishing he'd apply more friction to the bud, he'd playfully scoff, simply ignoring your clit as he moves the two fingers down your clothed hole. the way it got wetter was so mesmerizing for him! ".. didn't even know girls like you existed."

"freak. you should be ashamed of yourself." he'd now slip your panties to your ankles, making you fully bare for him, it was so embarassing for you :(, it was like he was judging your pussy, he'd take another second to look at it, before harshly slapping your cunny with his heavy hand, it hurt so bad!! you'd yelp from the pain, making him slap it again as punishment, "damn it, quiet." your clit was twitching as a reaction huhu...

he'd take another second to stare, seeing your pussy clench onto nothing! in that moment, he almost felt bad, since he's so humiliated for you! leaving no warning, he'd shove his middle and pointer finger inside, it stings. he knows it stings, he just doesn't care. he'd spread his fingers slightly, making a 'scissor' hand sign inside, he could see the insides of your cunt in full view now.

it takes no time for him to run out of patience. quickly setting a fast pace with his fingers, relentlessly pumping in and out of you. he slips it out, just to shove it right back in without any interval, making you gush all over the mattress, for sure he's gonna punish you for that later.

when he pushes your thighs to your chest to get a more deeper angle, his fingers were now hitting your g-spot! he'd even curl his fingers at the right moment. you'd let out a small noise from the feeling, none of your exes ever got to make you feel like that. your other hand that wasn't holding your mouth shut was lightly hitting his side, signaling him, you couldn't take it anymore, it was all too fast and you might've even--! oh. you'd embarrassingly squirt all over his hands, arms, and jacket. "filthy fucking cunt, did i tell you to cum?" you whined, "i'm s.. s-sorry-!" he only tsks. "fuck. disgusting. clean that up, quick."

how were you gonna clean it up? by your mouth, he'd make you lick all your cum and juices that coated his hands and arms, you were still shaken up from your orgasm, but this made it ten times worse, you felt like a dog :(.

holy shit Man journalism is not for the weak im too busy and for WHat , ANYWAys here guys, just gonna start it off, expect more posts from sat to sun, hopefully i'd be free in the weekdays too :< . namgyu thanos threesome next, as usual!

[miguelhugger2099]

Just a silly little request👉👈

Do u think fem!reader likes to wear crop top with no bra and Miguel's boxer. You two are just flirting and teasing each other until Miguel decided to toss the remote to reader for movie night and reflex, she tries to catch it reveal her tits and Miguel just "😳... Nice catch..." And smut if u want. Having his hands speezing them I'm going insane 😭😭

Just One Touch

a/n: this ask has been in my inbox for so long and ur not gonna believe what got me out of my month long stump to write this. everyone thank sir-mix-a-lot's song "ride" it possessed me and gave me energy. excuse the crappy writing, i'm still lowk having writers block so it's not my greatest work. please enjoy and as alwayssss i can rewrite this if you'd like <3 Art: mar_mar0u on instagram ! Unedited btw, plz dont crucify me ill die :(

It wasn’t unusual for you and Miguel to wind down after the sun had set. Movie night was a must, whether it was cheesy romcoms for you to sob to, horror movies for Miguel to be annoyed at, or even action movies to make fun of–as long as it was together. Still, Miguel teased you by holding the remote up above his head and out of your reach. He grins with one hand on his hip and watches you reach up with no progress in sight. “Give it!” You laugh, trying to keep your anger believable. “No, first you take my clothes and I know you’re gonna pick one of those creepy knock off animated movies.” He chuckles and he walks off. Due to the size difference, every step of his was three of yours–practically chasing after him. “Put respect on Over the Hedge’s name! It’s not even a knock off!” Miguel plops on the couch on one side with a huff of laughter. “Fine, fine. Here–take it!” He throws the remote above your head and you pause and stumble back.

You reach high up to grab the remote. “You asshole!” You laugh. The remote hits your fingertips and bounces a bit farther back. Your crop top rides and flows up as you lean back onto one foot to finally grasp the device in your hand.

Miguel could feel everything happen in slow motion. The small glimpse of your underboob before your nipples finally come into view. The grin on Miguel’s face slowly drops and he could feel drool slipping from his lips. He watched your boobs bounce, the roundness of your flesh and perky buds making his cheeks go red. He can’t help the disappointment in his face when your arms fall back down, shirt hiding the glorious view of your tits.

“Caught it!” You smirk at him triumphantly. His eyes continue to glance at your tits.  “Yeah, uh…” He gulps. “Nice catch.” He adjusts his shorts, hoping his growing bulge wasn’t too apparent.

You don’t notice, too engrossed in your victory and making Miguel speechless. So, you crawl in his lap, Miguel’s hands suspended in mid-air as you nestle yourself in his arms. You feel his muscles surround you like a warm comfortable blanket, leaning your back on his firm chest while you click the buttons to turn on the TV.

“So what are we picking this time?” You ask, flipping through random trailers to find what you’re looking for.

“Huh? Oh, uh, anything’s fine.” Miguel shrugs half-heartedly. He’s too focused looking down at your crop top. Slowly and gingerly, his fingers caress your stomach–light and feathery as if trying to be discreet.

“Yeah sure, whatever. Don’t complain if you don’t like it.” You laugh softly, clicking on a random movie that looked good enough.

“Mhm.” Miguel mumbles, not even hiding his disinterest in a damn movie right now. While your eyes are on the opening scene on the TV, Miguel’s eyebrows scrunch together, his lips into a tight line as he resists his urges.

He can’t help it though. He gets handsy, Miguel carefully caressing your stomach. You barely notice it since the two of you always get snuggled up like this.

You only notice when he hikes higher up, his hips shifting slightly while his fingers run up and down the valley of your tits. You smack his arm around your waist with the remote.

“What are you doing?” You ask, trying to sound annoyed but the smile seeps through your tone.

“Nuthin’” He murmurs. Miguel then feels the curve of your breast, his fingers itching for a squeeze.

“We’re supposed to be bonding.” You move to turn your head up at him. You try to meet his eyes but he stays glued downwards to your chest.

“We are.” Miguel insists, his lips slightly parted. His thumb swipes across your nipple and you gasp, feeling your cheeks burn. He can feel the nub perk up and his tongue darts out to lick his lips, biting his bottom lip to hide the satisfied smile on his face.

Miguel takes his chances, bending down to kiss along your neck, tugging you closer to him and making you melt. His body moves against yours and your eyes flutter shut. His mouth gently sucks and licks your skin and you shiver. Miguel grabs your left tit, the plump flesh squeezed in his palm. His fingers flick your nipple, circling around before gently twisting it.

You back arches and you moan. “Ah–fuck, Miguel!” You hissed, a burning heat crawling up your neck. Your hand lifts up to curl in his hair while he attacks your neck, his other hand running down to his boxers you were wearing. He slips his fingers in the front hole of the boxers, using his index and middle fingers to spread your folds apart. You feel him nip your neck with a smile as he smears your slick around your clit.

He then uses both of his hands to lift your shirt up and over your head. Your breasts are now out in the open, the cool air hitting your chest and making your nipples hard. You barely get a word out, Miguel already cupping your boobs and squeezes them. Your hips buck back to grind on his crotch, eyes closing as he plays with you. Miguel used his fingers to tease your nipples simultaneously, flicking and tweaking them. He lifts them up and watches them fall down before squeezing them again. Your pussy is soaking through his boxers, aching for more stimulation that’s making you feel empty.

His eyes are dark watching his own hands play with your chest, the memory of the bounce of your tits as you caught the remote high in the air. He wanted to see that again.

Miguel could feel his cock swell and twitch along with each bounce of your breasts. You have your body arching, hands behind you and holding onto his thighs. He plays with your tits switching with his hands or his mouth–but if you asked him, he preferred sucking on them. So that’s where he was now, lips attached to your right nipple and his right hand playing with your left. You slammed down on his cock, whining since you barely felt him thrust up. But in all honesty, Miguel could do this forever with your tits in his mouth and his cock buried in your cunt. While his tongue sucked and lipped your nipple, he knew if he didn’t focus, he’d cum instantly. He looks up at you after playfully biting down on your nub, your squeaks making his dick twitch against your walls. You look down with glossy eyes, hips stuttering and pussy throbbing when you see him smirk up at you with your boob in his mouth. One of his hands that was on your waist comes up to your back to keep your body arched. Miguel scrunches his eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed while he sucks on your nipple, his hips jerking and balls slapping against your ass. You wail with each thrust, falling forward and holding onto the backrest making your boobs squish in his face. Miguel groans as he lets you fall on top of him, hands falling down to your ass as you grind on him. His cock slips in and out of your wet cunt with a wet squelch. It makes you bite your lip with a loud whimper, the action making your man under you tug on your nipple with his teeth. He’s obsessed with you, Miguel pulling away just enough to make your tits swing in his face. He glances up at your pleasure filled face, sweat glistening down your face and body while you panted and whined. He’s entranced, eyes falling down to follow the way your boobs bounce as he fucks up into you. Miguel trusts you to keep fucking yourself on his while his hands leave your ass to come up and cup and squeeze both your breasts. He kneads them and watches your mouth drop open to moan. Your head hangs and your foreheads almost touch. Miguel doesn’t need to tell you a damn thing, his lips parted while he looks at yours. You lean down to kiss him, Miguel immediately slipping his tongue past your defenses with a low groan. He continues groping you, his hips smacking up with your thrusting and he can feel himself about to cum. He can tell you’re about to too by the way your pussy spasms wildly, sucking him in deeper and soaking him in your slick.

So he hammers into you, grunting as he puts all his strength in making you cream. Your eyes roll back, mouth separating from his to dig your nails into his shoulders and roll your hips. You can barely get a word out, garbled moans of his name escaping you while your body twitches, ecstasy flowing through from top to bottom. Miguel watches your chest heave as you catch your breath, your juices dripping out of your a making a sticky mess in his lap. You’re dizzy and weak, body flopping forward on his chest. Miguel soothes you, curling his hand in your hair and pressing you into the crook of his neck. He kisses the top of your head and you’re too numb to feel him take your body off him. He places your back down on the couch, hair sticking to your face with sweat, lips plumped from kissing. You’re whining when your sensitive folds feel his still hard cock rub in between them, accidentally slipping his tip in a few times. You swallow to get the dryness out of your throat. “Mig…Mig…” You’re cut off when Miguel slams into you, your body jerking and tits bouncing with the hard thrust. Your hazy vision rolls onto his face, Miguel glued onto your chest still. He gives another few soft thrusts and watches your boobs jiggle around. You feel his cock jump inside your walls, a soft hum of approval coming from deep in his throat. He bends down, biting and licking the side of your tit to add another mark to his collection. His teeth marks littered around your plump and round flesh–his favorites being the ones around your areola.

His face is buried in your breasts while he pounds into you, your head thrown back and legs locked around his waist. Oh, he’s in heaven.

[sirxlla]

Grand Openings

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Warnings: spicy

Prompt: having sx where someone might see (we all know he's done this way too often *cough cough* the roof and the fire truck)

Notes: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

Requests are open btw.

-With that said, it's all under the cut-

"Fuck! Ngh- Evan! Jesus!" He moves his hips behind you, your breasts pressed against the cool hotel glass. Your breath is fogging up the window and your hands holding onto the curtains.

"Don't focus on me, focus on them. What would they think of you if they saw you like this? Dirty girl." He reaches his hand around you to rub his fingers gently against your clit, biting down on your shoulder his hips moving like a jackhammer.

"Evan, I can- Oh my god!" Panting against the cool glass, a spot light occasionally coming your way, something the hotel put in for its opening. They gave the fire department a free night just to be nice. Most of them didn't have any reason to use it, but you and Evan did. Maddie and Chim didn't wanna leave their new baby just yet, so you two didn't have to risk anyone you know seeing you.

"Hopefully they see you like this, all needy for me." He growls into your neck, he moves behind you, looking out at all the people down on the lower level, completely oblivious to the fact that he's literally got you pressed against the glass.

You reach an arm behind you to reach for his free one, to which he obliges. Slick seeping down your thighs as you feel yourself getting closer. Buck's getting closer, too; he's always secretly had a thing for voyeurism. It makes sense, because he's taken you in some pretty public places, and no one's caught you just yet; the closest anyone got was in the Victoria's Secret change room.

"Come for me...Be a good girl...Eyes outside." He pants into your ear and gently pinches your bud before slowly sliding his hips into deep strokes just the way you like.

Fire rips through you as you watch the people below, and how at any moment they could look up and see you, it's nerve-wracking but so thrilling. He knows you're about to climax, he is as well. You feel yourself erupt as he does, causing hot, white liquid to seep down your leg.

"Good job, Baby." He rubs your hips and keeps you upright against the window, leaving little kisses on your neck. "Geeze, the sky's beautiful tonight, don't you think?" He grabs your chin gently, pointing it upward to the stars, but right now, all you can think about is his body pressed to yours and the overwhelming love you have for him.

"Oh shit." He sees someone look up so he grabs you by the hips and pulls you away from the window. "I don't think they saw, but we don't wanna give them extra time to notice." He gently lays you on the bed before turning it on so you can just relax after what both of you just did. His stamina is crazy high, so after sex, his recovery time is pretty quick, which he uses to pamper you.

Evan rushes off to get a wash cloth, coming back and gently wiping the mess you two created from between your legs. He's gentle, he knows how sometimes your hips lock up after sex, and that's the last thing he wants. He reaches over and rubs your bare back.

"You want some food? We could order room service." His blue eyes gaze into yours with nothing but sweetness and kindness, which makes it easier to tell him yes.

Both you and he ordered some amazing food from the restaurant below. Tonight's been amazing, there's no neighbors to worry about due to most everyone being downstairs partying and drinking due to the opening. Usually, you and Evan had to be super quiet cause "any more noise complaints to the building manager and he's being kicked out."

His neighbors are assholes but it is what it is. Both of you are happy to finally be able to have loud sex for the first time in a little while. It's nice to be able to occasionally take risks in the bedroom and be able to hear and feel him and yourself unfiltered.

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[joostsblog]

am i complex to you prt three ~ joost klein fanfic

part one // part two

My masterlist here ✨💌

Pairing: Joost Klein x female!reader

Description: From first meeting the blonde musician to sharing headphones and very intense eye contact, this was not how you anticipated your evening at your friend's party panning out. 

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Final part of this small series! If you like it please show your support by reblogging ❣️

I accept Joost requests btw! [do's: female!reader, smut; don'ts: established relationship, toxic relationships]

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ only, oral (f!receiving), not proofread

You woke as you felt warm sun beams across your face and you found yourself in a bed unfamiliar to you. You turned your head to see that Joost's face was close to yours. He was still asleep, his mouth slightly agape and his hair messy. You didn't know if you found it more endearing or sexy. Joost's arm was sprayed across your torso, holding you close to his body. You touched Joost's arm lightly where you were tracing one of his tattoos. Joost's face twitched at the sensation and you watched as he woke up, eyes squinting in confusion before he saw your face and his eyes widened.

"(Y/N)." he rather stated than questioned.

"Yes," you said as he was rubbing his eyes.

"What happened?" Joost asked, his arm still holding onto your torso.

"You fell asleep," you filled him in.

"Oh shit," he laughed. "I'm so sorry," he said. His smile dropped as he looked you up and down quickly and presumably only now noticed that you were laid beside him with only your underwear on, the duvet only barely covering your body. His eyes locked with yours and you tried desperately to understand what he was thinking. "So we never got around to...," Joost stated.

"No," you confirmed and a pause ensued. Joost looked down at your body and you couldn't deny that you didn't enjoy his gaze on you. With his finger, he began to slowly draw circles on the side of your hip.

"You wanna show me where we left off last night?" Joost asked with a grin.

You replied by returning the grin and placing your hands on Joost's shoulders to push him to lie on his back. You got on top of him and straddled his hips just like you did last night. You leaned down until your lips were pressed on top of Joost's again. His hands grabbed at your hips and you could feel Joost's hard-on pressing against your clothed vulva. With one of your hands buried in Joost's messy hair, you sneaked the other slowly down his body until you cupped Joost's penis on top of his boxers. Joost groaned against your lips and you could already feel your panties getting drenched from all the arousal that had built up since last night. It was almost getting too much already. You broke from his lips to slowly kiss down Joost's jaw and to his neck.

"You feel so good, (Y/N)," he murmured as he traced his hands all over your body.

You impatiently tugged at Joost's t-shirt which he was still wearing. Joost quickly complied by swiftly taking the shirt off and throwing it somewhere to the side. Joost sat up straight on the bed, you still sitting on his lap, chests touching. Your hand rested on his jaw and you looked into each other's eyes before you went in to kiss him again. Joost's arm wrapped around your body before they found the clasp of your bra. You noticed Joost's effort and concentration as his lips stopped moving against yours until you finally undid your bra which you quickly discarded to the side. You let out a pleased moan as one of Joost's hands cupped your left boob, your hard nipples begging to be touched for the longest time. Joost slowly kissed down your neck and as you arched your back his mouth found the skin of your breasts and his lips wrapped around one of your nipples while his hand caressed your other boob. Your hands were buried deep in Joost's hair as you let your head fall back in pleasure. Joost alternated between sucking and lapping his tongue over your sensitive bud. Slowly you started grinding your hips down against Joost's, desperate to feel more of him.

"More, pleaseee ...," you moaned and Joost looked up at you with a grin.

"You want more of me?" he asked slyly and you nodded eagerly. Joost softly grabbed your chin and made you look at him before bringing his lips to yours for a short kiss.

"Lay down, Liefde," he said and your heart skipped a beat at hearing the nickname.

You complied and laid down on your back. Joost put his hands at the side of your head and looked down at you. You wrapped your arms around Joost in a desperate attempt to get him closer to you again. Joost complied by leaning down and slowly kissing from your neck down to your stomach. His hands found the seam of your panties and he slowly pushed them down your thighs as his lips further trailed down your body. You couldn't keep still as your body was overcoming with the anticipation of what was about to come next. Joost placed his hands on your knees and spread your legs to open you up for him.

Painfully slow he now placed kisses on your knee and slowly up your thigh. When your eyes met you almost felt vulnerable. But his kiss was so soft, his touch so careful and without knowing him too long, you fully trusted him to take care of you. His hands trailed up your thighs until he placed them by your hips and his mouth found your core. Slowly and carefully he started licking and sucking at your clitoris which made you overcome with pleasure.

Your back arched, teeth clenched and your hands buried in the bedsheet, it took everything in you not to come right then and there. While Joost's tongue was doing the dirties things to your pussy, his hands were softly caressing the skin by your hips, making your heart beat just a little faster. The moans were falling from your mouth uncontrollably, begging Joost to give you more of him. Joost removed his right hand from your hip and placed it by your entrance. You were so slick with pleasure that Joost's fingers immediately slid into you without any resistance. Curling upwards to your stomach, Joost soon found that sweet spot inside you which drove you crazy. You knew you wouldn't be able to last much longer.

Joost took pleasure in your pleasure as he moaned against your pussy while still lapping at it and the vibration of the hum finally sent you off the edge. With your body tensed up and your eyes tightly squeezed shut, the wave of pleasure crashed over you. As your moans grew louder, Joost continued to suck at your clitoris to help you ride out your high until you finally came back down, panting heavily. With your hand, you softly touched Joost's head to signal him to stop eating you out. Joost removed his lips from your clitoris and instead kissed the insides of your thigh again as he carefully watched you.

"Everything alright?" he asked with a soft grin and you huffed out a laugh.

"More than alright," you reassured him. There was a moment of silence between you as Joost admired your naked body.

"Can I fuck you?" Joost finally asked and your heart fluttered. Being wanted and desired like this by Joost was an indescribable feeling.

"Please do," you said.

Joost grinned and got up from the bed to get a condom. You propped yourself up by your elbows to watch as the blonde man finally pulled down his boxer briefs and put on the condom before he crawled back onto the bed again. Your legs were already spread and perfectly positioned for Joost to fit in between. He pressed his forehead to yours as you looked at each other and you swore that in this moment you were in love with him.

With one arm propped by your side, he used his other hand to guide himself into you. Slowly he slid into you. He paused for a moment, carefully checking for your reaction before he started moving in and out of you after you gave him a small affirmative nod. You wrapped your arms around Joost's body as he buried his face into your neck, the moans coming from his mouth stifled by your hair and skin.

"Harder," you moaned, your nails digging into the skin of Joost's back.

He groaned against your neck before swiftly fulfilling your wish by pounding into you even harder. You wrapped your legs around Joost's hips to allow him to penetrate even deeper into you. Suddenly Joost slowed down his thrusts and pressed a kiss to your neck.

"Do you wanna ride me?" he asked, almost shyly.

"Yes," you nodded with a smile and Joost pulled out of you before laying down on his back.

As you positioned yourself on top of him, his hands immediately found your hips. Slowly you sunk yourself on Joost's length, fully taking him in. You watched Joost's face as you started moving your hips in delicate motions, knowing which angles would feel the best for him. The sight of him below you was heavenly. His blonde hair messy, his eyes shut, mouth slack open as the moans tumbled out between his lips. Your hands were positioned on his chest as you worked yourself on Joost's dick, giving both him and yourself the pleasure you wanted.

"Come here," Joost almost begged after he opened his eyes again.

You leaned down, Joost wrapping his arms around your body as your chest was now pressed against his. With this angle, he was now able to thrust up into you. So the both of you moved your hips in sync, chasing the perfect rhythm. With your mouth, you planted kisses along Joost's neck until you realised his moans growing louder and his hips' movements getting more uncontrollable. You bit down on his neck softly and continued moving your hips in sync with Joost's until you could feel his hips falter and his breath hitch as he came as well.

You carefully brushed the hair from his forehead as you watched him come down from his high. After Joost caught his breath he turned his head to look at you and grinned.

"Was this alright?" you asked.

"More than alright," he replied.

You giggled and plopped down beside Joost on the bed who quickly got up to get rid of the used condom. You closed your eyes, the warm morning sun kissing your face, the feeling of your previous orgasm still lingering in your body. The bed dipped beside you as Joost laid back down. There was a comfortable silence between you, Joost softly playing with your hair as he watched you.

"Jij bent zo mooi," he said. You turned your head to look at him with a questioning but amused look on your face, curious what the meaning of those words were.

"I hope that wasn't something bad," you said.

"Oh, quite the opposite," Joost smiled. "Do you want breakfast?" he asked before you could ask anything further.

"I'd love that."

[kenzlie]

just one more? c.s

𝗒𝗈𝗎 were a 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝗋𝗂𝗌, 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖺 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇..

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: SMUTT, oral (male receiving), degrade kink, praise kink, inappropriate language, p n v, unprotected sex, hair pulling, slapping, probably more idk i’m ℱ𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓀𝓎..

A/N: This is like my 1st post on tumblr, btw this is short bc the first time i wrote it, it got deleted, anyways if you do not like what i write and say, you can leave!! (it’s free) anyways enjoy 😈.

Orange = chris speaking, pink = fem speaking

i was sitting on the couch watching a movie, i was waiting for my boyfriend chris to get back from dropping matt and nick off at a sleepover

me and chris have a good relationship we understand each other very well and get along good, well sometimes just not always, anytime we have sex it’s gentle sex and always protected

the movie ended a few minutes ago and i’m scrolling on my phone, i hear the front door knob rattle before being opened “i’m back baby” “hi chris” i say while putting me phone away and smiling at him as he sets his stuff down and plops next to me on the couch “sorry i took so long, matt and nick got hungry so we stopped to get them food” “don’t be sorry baby, wanna make some brownies?” “yeah sure”

we’re standing in the kitchen mixing the batter, well i was, chris was just standing and watching “are you gonna help or just stand there?” i say with a bit of a attitude “you can do it” “no come help chris” i say annoyed, he ignores me “oh so now you can’t hear?” “i can hear perfect but you wanted to make them” “i thought you’d be a good boyfriend and help, i mean come on it’s common sense chris.” “i’m okay you got it” i groan at his annoying comment

i was pouring the batter into the pan making sure it was just perfect and right “let me lick the spoon” chris says trying to grab it from my hand, i pull my hand back “no, you should’ve helped” i say licking the spoon while keeping eye contact, teasing him by the minute

i had put the brownies in the oven to cook about 15 minutes ago, they’d be done it 5 to 10 minutes, me and chris were sitting on the couch looking at our phones, chris wasn’t speaking to me over the spoon thing, typical childish chris

“your a brat do you know that?” he says breaking the silence “excuse me?” i say knowing i have but chris never minded it “you heard me, you’ve been a fucking brat.” “so? your point is?” “my point is you should your attitude before i fix it for you.” “ok bud..” i knew then i had got under his skin, he HATED when i called him bud,buddy,bro or any sort of name like that, he gives me a death stare and was about to say something before the oven timer went off, i get up walking over to the kitchen,i turn off the oven before bending down with my oven mits, grabbing the pan and placing it on the counter, i turn around about to go grab a knife to cut the brownies, but instead i turn around to chris death staring me "can i help you chris?" i ask, without a word chris picks me up putting me on the edge of the counter before smashing his lips against mine "chris.." i say muffled "i warned you, did you listen? no."

all of a sudden he’s carrying me up the stairs to the bedroom, chris has never been like this with me he’s always gentle and soft, he tosses me on the bed “you wanna act like a brat? i’ll fuck you like one.” he stands in front of me unbuttoning his jeans “come here slut” he says as he pulls his boxers down, his long hard length slapping against his lower stomach, i crawl over to him as he stands at the end of the bed “chris i’m not giving you head after you didn’t even try helping me in the kitchen” he pulls my face up to look at him “do you really think i care? now open.” he says slapping my cheek slighty, i open my mouth slightly as he shoves himself in without warning “mph!” i say muffled, i suck slowly since that’s usually how we always go, slow and gentle, “faster whore..” he breathes out grabbing my hair and fucking my mouth, i stroke what i can’t fit, “fuck..” he moans, almost whimpering, i speed up my pace with both my hands and mouth, all of a sudden he shoots warm white ropes to the back of my throat, i swallowed his load as i breathe out

before i can even speak im being pushed onto my back, chris wastes to time pulling off my shirt and pants, leaving me only in my underwear and bra, my underwear was soaked, i looked away embarrassed, chris grabs my face to look at him “how fucking pathetic..” he slips my underwear off my body before rubbing his tip around my folds “please don’t tease..” i beg letting out a whine that was quickly replaced with a gasp that was caused from chris shoving himself inside me, his thrust were fast and rough “c-chris!” i moan as i throw my head back, chris’s hand snakes behind my head grabbing a fist full of hair, pulling on it to make me look at him, his free hand was stabbing into my hip as he fucked me without mercy “g-gonna cum baby..” i warn “c’mon baby cum for me..” my orgasm hits me hard, i moan out grabbing onto whatever i can, chris doesn’t stop, “can’t take it!” i whine “c’mon ma, just one more?”, chris thrusts into me harshly a few more times before i cum again, i could tell he was close, clearly from his now sloppy thrusts “fuck fuck fuck..” he whispers before pulling out and spilling all over my stomach

after chris cleaned me up and helped me change, he simply threw on some plaid pants and a white tank top, he crawled in bed next to me cuddling up behind me “i love you baby..” he whispers into my ear “i love you too chris..” i whisper back.

A/N: this is my first smut in a while so ntm, anywho i hope you enjoyed this!!

@chrissslut

[aemondapologistfrfr]

So Take It

sukuna x f!reader

poll decision - double winner bc im down bad rn 🫠

Summary: The second Sukuna saw you he took you as his. To his surprise you take everything he gives you eagerly and always beg for more. 

Warnings: 18+ true form like fr, swearing, vulgar language, size/bulge kink ofc, bondage(might as well put the two extra hands to use), spanking, oral(f+m), masturbation(m), p in v, dp in v, breeding kink, he’s a lil soft at the end 

Authors Note: i didn’t think i would write monster porn in my lifetime but like c'mon it’s sukuna 🤭 AHHH also first time writing for him and this fandom in general so be gentle w me unlike dude in this fic 

Word Count: 2.9k there’s no plot to this btw just straight depravity 

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It’s been months now since you first encountered Sukuna but you’ve been seeing him everyday since. Instead of leveling cities with his anger he levels you into your pillows. Your friends tease you but still know that you’re the reason the king of curses has been semi contained. You keep your time with him private but it doesn’t stop them from asking and making you a flustered mess.

“Just tell us.” one of them groans. 

“She can probably barely take him now, let alone his true form.” another retorts. 

“I can take him in any form.” you put your hands on your hips with scrunched brows. “It’s none of your business what we do.” they grin at your words but are looking up and behind you. “Wha- Oh.” you know that rough touch on your waist as his hands land on them. You go to turn to him but another hand covers your mouth. A third hand?

“We’ll be back.” why does his voice seem so much further away?

You lean back into him and your surroundings warp back into his domain. He must be particularly upset if he’s bringing you here. He’s been content enough to take you in your apartment but the energy coming from him is charged and excited. When the surroundings finally settle you turn to him and he grins as your eyes widen. He’s so big. You blink up at him and he watches you walk around him before coming to a stop in front of him, craning your neck. 

“What’s wrong?” your head snaps down to the mouth on his torso. 

“It can talk?” your brows furrow.

“It is me.” he steps closer. 

“And you can move all these arms?” you blink up at him. 

“I can.” he smiles with both mouths. “Take off your panties.” his lower mouth licks it lips. 

He watches you reach under your skirt and pull them down. You step out of them and bend down to pick them up before holding them up to him. He plucks them out of your hand and shoves them into his pocket before two of his hands lift you up. He watches as you look down over his shoulder before turning and looking at one of his eyes. You lean further back and study the changes to his face, softly touching and caressing. 

“You got so tall. So big.” you whisper watching his grin widen. You gasp when two of his hands grab each of your ankles and spread your legs. He lifts you further up and you grip onto his shoulders. “Sukuna,” you press your forehead to his chest as his lower tongue slides between your thighs. 

“Why are you so wet?” he chuckles as his tongue presses through your wetness. “Hm?” your legs tremble in his grasp. “Speak or I won’t let you come.” one of his hands leaves your waist and lands on your ass. 

“Cause of you.” your voice is already wrecked and he smiles satisfied. 

The hand that remains on your upper body presses into your lower back, smashing you against his upper chest. His grip on your ankles tightens as your legs start to shake when he focuses on your bud that always elicits his favorite sounds. He starts to press a thick finger into you and you look up at him with heavy eyes. You lean up to try and reach him but he’s just too far away. 

“What are you whining for?” he starts to pump his finger listening to your whimpers. 

“Wanna kiss you.” you reach up for his face. 

His tongue speeds up as he presses a second finger into you. He chuckles when your eyes roll back as he starts to slam his fingers into you. The sounds of your wetness and constant string of whines cause him to laugh at how truly desperate you are for this. Of course you wouldn’t shy away from his true form you would just want him to fuck you even harder. His perfect little fuck doll. 

“Can I?” your words pleasure slurred. 

“Can you what?” he slows his fingers down to almost a nonexistent pace watching your face fall. “Can you what?” his tongue is still lashing against your throbbing bud. 

“Come. Can I come?” you shake in his arms as he starts to slam his fingers into you again. “Kuna I-“ you cut yourself off with a scream as he starts to press a third finger into you. “I- 

“Then come.” he watches you go limp in his arms. “Look at you.” he chuckles. “Fucking yourself dumb on my fingers.” your hips are jerking against his hand as you fall apart. “Pussy squeezing my fingers like they’re gonna fill you.” he laughs, still slamming his fingers into you. “Gonna have to wait. Don’t think you’re ready for my cocks yet.” he relishes in your soft cry as he stuffs a fourth finger into you. 

“Kuna please,” your nails dig into his skin. “I’m gonna-“ his tongue and his fingers are sending you into overdrive. 

“You’re gonna what?” he chuckles. “Already making a mess all over my hand.” his fingers tighten around your ankles when you start to press open mouthed kisses on his chest. “Tell me.” he curls his fingers and you dig your teeth into his chest as you pulse around him. 

“Naughty girl,” he tsks, pulling his fingers out. “You’re supposed to ask.” he spanks you and hears your pleasure drip onto the ground. As he continues to spank you he pushes his tongue into your fluttering core. “One more right here then I’ll take you home.” he leans down and whispers. 

“Here.” you pant, peeling your eyes open and looking up at him. 

“Here, what?” he chuckles, feeling your legs continuously shake. 

“I want.. mm,” you can barely form a word. “Lemme come, I.. Sukuna,” his hand on your back pushes you closer as you tremble when his hand lands on your ass again. “Please, please,”

“Since you asked so nicely.” he points his tongue and flicks it against your bud and you go taut against him. 

“Thank you.” you whisper. “Thank you.” you press your forehead against him. 

“Look at that.” he shakes his head when he lets your legs go and they fall back together and dangle limply. He sets you down and your knees buckle and he chuckles bending down to you. “Come on.” he offers you his hand with a smirk. 

“Kuna,” you pant reaching up. “Just here.” you blink up at him. 

“Just here, what?” he sighs and picks you up. 

“Fuck me here.” you scoot up trying to reach his lips. “Please.” he lifts you further so you can reach his mouth. 

“You’re gonna want your pillows.” his lower mouth answers while he’s occupied with your mouth. “I’m gonna set you down or all your friends will see the mess you made under your skirt.” he chuckles and lowers you down as the sun starts to speckle in. You lean back against him with a furious flush as you friends snap their necks looking at the both of you. 

“Are you serious?” their eyes widen. 

“My little princess needs her pillows.” he tilts your chin back to look up at him. 

He turns you both and you lean into his side as he leads you back to your apartment not caring if anyone thinks you're walking funny from your tilt. When you both make it to the front of your building your legs feel like jelly and you're trembling from the things he’s telling you he’s going to do. After you push open your front door he has you picked up and striding into your bedroom. 

“Take your clothes off.” he sets you down. 

“You too.” you blink up at him pushing your skirt down your hips. 

“You don’t tell me what to do.” he shakes his head with a smirk. 

“I want to see you.” you whine pulling up your shirt. “Please, please,” you step closer, unclipping your bra. “Please?” you push your bottom lip out and you grab his waistband.

“Go on.” he nods down to you. He lets out a low chuckle as you pull on the fabric and let out a gasp before looking back up at him. “Hm?” one of his hands trace your jaw. “They’ll fit.” his lower mouth grins. He pushes his pants down and watches your eyebrows raise as you take in both of his cocks. 

“Kuna.” you step closer. “I don’t..” you grab onto one of them. “They’re both so big.” you lean down and press your lips to the side of one of them. “Lemme try.” you drop your jaw and suck one of his tips in your mouth. 

“That’s a good girl.” he wraps one of his hands around his other cock and strokes himself watching you try to take him in your mouth. “Your little pussy is going to hug them so nicely.” you look up at him with big eyes. 

Your lips are stretched so widely and you feel spit leaking out the sides as you try to bob your head. One of his hands is moving your hair back all while still jerking into his other hand. You pull back and he has you pressed against your bed the next minute. Two of his hands grab your ankles, spreading your legs as he leans over you. 

“Still weeping for me.” he chuckles when his lower tongue licks up your slit. “I’ll start with one.” his voice unusually soft as he bends down and takes your mouth for his. “But you will take both.” you nod against him bucking your hips up into his lower tongue. 

“Oh,” you gasp into his mouth as you feel the head of one of his cocks pressing at your aching core. “Kuna,” you cry into his mouth as his lower tongue quickens as he starts to press into you. 

“Little pussys just sucking me in.” he chuckles watching your face scrunch. “You’re doing so good.” you turn your head to the side and see a mouth on one of his palms. “Know you wanna kiss me.” the mouth chuckles and he snaps his hips into you at the way you let his hand cover your face as you desperately kiss at another one of his mouths. 

With every snap of his hips you whine into his mouth and scoot up the bed. You feel his other cock sliding up the side of your slit and the anticipation is sending pleasure through every inch of your body. The tongue on your bud is relentless and you feel him everywhere. Wherever you need pleasure he has a mouth or hand at the ready. He watches from above as you tremble below him and arch into his touch. Your pussy is making a wet mess all over him and he needs to be fully inside you. 

“Gonna start stretching you.” he groans, bringing one of his hands down and pressing a finger in next to his cock. “So fucking tight.” he brings a second finger next to his cock and you whine. “Shh, you’re fine.” his tongue quickens on your throbbing bud and your pleasure slams through you. “I’ll let that slide this time.” he grunts. 

“Sorry, ‘m sorry.” your words slurred as your hips start to jerk against him. “More,” you mumble. 

“More what?” he chuckles watching your eyes roll back. 

“Just gimme the other, ’m ready,” you nod, reaching up for any part of him he’ll offer. 

“Remember you asked for it.” he laughs lowly and you grab onto his hand pressing your mouth to the one that you find on his palm. 

Sukuna watches you tremble and shake beneath him. He can’t believe how desperate and needy you are for this. Sure you said you’d take it but he never expected this. He moves his fingers from beside his cock and pulls out and begins to press both tips at your entrance. He chuckles when your eyes snap open but he leaves his palm on your face. He watches your little pussy stretch open for all of him. The way he can feel you squeezing around him has him shutting his eyes momentarily.

“What are you mumbling about?” he grits through his teeth before he moves his hand. 

“So big.” he watches you press a hand to your lower tummy. “So full of you.” you manage to peel your eyes open. “Think I’m gonna come.” he feels your legs tremble in his arms. 

“Ask.” he pushes deeper into you still nowhere near bottoming out. 

“Can-” he pushes a couple more inches in. “I..” you shake your head the stretch and the pleasure catching up with you.

“You come again without asking and I won’t be gentle anymore.” you let out a choked laugh at his words. 

“This is gentle?” his tongue flicks against your bud one last time knowing what’s going to happen after. “Ku- Kuna please,” you burst around him and he slams the rest of the way in you, stealing your breath. 

“Even bigger now.” he grabs your hand and presses his on top of yours on your lower tummy again. “Taking all of me like the good girl you are.” he starts to rock his hips. 

Your mind goes blank as he starts to pound into you. All you can think about is the curse above you and his two cocks slamming inside of you. Small noises and broken words spill from your mouth and he brings his hand back to your mouth to quiet you down. He watches his harsh thrusts bulge in and out and how his cocks come out coated with your juices. His tongue licks up from your bud and circles one of your nipples. You arch off the bed and he uses his other hand to lift you and press you against his chest. The new angle pulls a scream from your throat. 

“I don’t.. don't know if I can.” you’re limp in his arms as he ruts up into you. 

“Oh no, no, little girl.” he laughs. “You said you could take it, so take it.” your nails dig into his arms as he feels you pulse around him. “You have quite the punishment coming up for how much you're coming without permission.” all you do is press your lips against his chest. 

You try to respond but your words are lost. Your mind is lost. All you know is Sukuna and his two cocks splitting you open. You find the energy to peel open your eyes and tilt your head up to him. You reach a weak hand up and grab at his chin and he looks down at you with flushed cheeks. This is your favorite time, when he thinks you’re too fucked out to notice his blush and his soft noises. Maybe you are too fucked out and you’re just imagining this softness, his pink cheeks.

He leans down and presses his lips to yours as he continues to break you in two. “Little pussy was made to take all of me.” one of his mouths pant as he moves you up and down as he pleases. “Doing so good.” you nod knowing he’s about to burst soon. 

“Kuna,” you pant feeling your high quickly approaching. 

“Then come,” he grunts, thrusting up into you faster. “Gonna fill you so good it’ll come outta your mouth.” his eyes crazed. “And I’ll scoop it out and shove it right back in this pussy.” you fall apart around him and he digs his fingers into your ass. “Carrying around my cursed babies in your tummy.” he watches you nod your head. 

“Please Kuna,” he hears you whine as he’s shooting his pleasure inside you. “Mm, so much,” you rest against his chest. “So full.” you whimper as he starts to lay you back on the bed. 

“You did so good.” he slowly pulls out. “Besides coming without asking.” he groans watching your pussy flutter and cry with his come. “You asleep?” he tugs on your leg.

“Mm,” you have no energy to form words or open your eyes. 

“And you’re expecting me to stay?” he looks down at your still heaving chest. 

You barely lift a hand up before you feel the bed dip next to you. He always stays, he just asks so he can say you begged him to. He looks down at you curling into his side and wraps two arms around you. He brings another hand to wipe off the hair sticking to your forehead. He watches you sleep soundly while coming up with different ways to punish you. 

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[midnightmariana]

Do we want more crazed observations? Here's some stuff that struck me as odd that I jotted down after watching S3 Pt1 :3

Spoilers for S3 Pt1!!! None for Pt2 tho-

-> Episode 1: “That’s never been the way of this monastery.” Followed by an absolutely DIABOLICAL eyebrow raise. Lloyd didn’t really teach Frak how to change what Ras taught him. IN FACT he inadvertently doubled DOWN by saying:

-> Episode 1: “I like that enthusiasm, reminds me very much of Arin.” Y’know Arin? WHO LEFT TO JOIN RAS. I believe this could have led to Frak trying to prove himself as more than Ras’ lackey (in Episode 2). Btw Lloyd got hit with a piece of wood from the training course and just rubbed his head, like he barely felt it. Kinda like cough cough Powerlid-

-> Episode 2: “Can we not bicker. Let’s go.” Is a HUGE shift from how Lloyd usually attempts to diffuse arguments. He's been attempting wise leader stuff as of late, it's just kinda out of character-

-> Episode 2: “...” WHEN THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT ‘EVIL’ ONI. He kinda just stared into the distance that time. Obviously, you’d all think we’d immediately look at Lloyd for a reaction but HE’S NOT EVEN LOOKING AT FRAK AND SORA??? There’s no way the writers and animators would think we would NOT look at him. Why wasn’t he animated with anything besides a blank face, unless they’re trying to intentionally throw it out there that something is off with Lloyd. However, the team wasn’t exactly in the most welcoming place to go, “Oh yeah, I’m an Oni!” 

-> Episode 2: “Yeah even if there were a uh…” Lloyd didn’t hear them say cyclops LIKE SIX TIMES??? He was not there at ALL.

-> Episode 2: "I don't wanna turn around..."

-> Episode 2: “So… you two ready or what?” Lloyd said that very lightheartedly BUT Sora and Frak were having a REALLY emotional conversation about Arin. He should’ve known to not interrupt them.

-> Episode 4: “Will you two knock it off.”  Similar to the first Episode 2 line.

-> Episode 7: “What’s the point of a legendary weapon if I’m not gonna use it?” Lloyd was so RECKLESS WITH THAT. That is NOT what he’s been taught.

-> Episode 8: “If my uncle really caused the Merge, I have to believe he had a good reason.” Arin just told Lloyd that the Merge caused by his UNCLE is the reason his parents died. Read the ROOM.

-> Episode 8: “No… I didn’t mean… I-I just…” FOLLOW UP. WHAT LLOYD??? NO BUD NO. Lloyd sounds so tired it’s actually insane. 

-> Episode 10: “...” When Thunderfang throws him into the side of a CLIFF. He doesn’t put up as much of a fight. In fact, he seemed way more passive in battle (and all battles this season). Lloyd was always on defense, barely on offense. 

-> Episode 10: “I’ve had some pretty weird days… but this might be the weirdest one yet.” Lloyd casually joked. After he DIED. He had his soul RIPPED OUT after a gruesome battle. You don’t JOKE ABOUT THAT.

-> Episode 10: “...” WHEN SORA LEFT TO JOIN ARIN AND RAS.

Additional stuff:

Lloyd’s face is pretty much blank this season. 

That could be an animation thing for everyone, but you can just look at other characters to check that.

Similarly, the cast’s emotions were turned up this season (Kai and Nya’s sibling bickering, Roby and Wyldfyre being lovey dovey, Zane and Pixal winning couple of the year, Sora and Arin with their friendship being torn apart) providing a BIGGER contrast between their emotions and Lloyd’s seemingly lack thereof.

Lloyd’s interactions with Frak were… cold. It was purely professional, almost like Lloyd didn’t want to get attached. I wonder why lmao-

The Dragonians showed us that ancient magic can easily corrupt dragons. Hey Lloyd, you're part Oni and part what again?

These blades are magic right? How come slapping Lloyd around with a blade broke it? They should have just hit Lloyd with the blade, and it'd be broken. I wonder why they didn't retraumatize him-

There's proly a lot more that I simply just didn't right down- But yeah that's some of what I have rn >:3 I saw some of you guys reblog and I kinda wanted to give more of my thoughts :3

[nick-writes-stuff]

Fallen For You

Thanos/Choi Su-bong x gn!reader

summary: After you are injured in the last game, You and Thanos try to make it out of the games alive so you can see where your budding relationship takes you, and Nam-gyu tries to make sure he is the sole winner by any means necessary.

warnings ⚠️: canon-typical violence, injured reader, one mildly suggestive comment, mentions of drug use, reference to a suicide attempt [thanos's canonical one before meeting the salesman]

a/n: Part 2 to my previous fic Devotion, you should really read that one first to get context! I hope you all enjoy it! This is actually one of my favorites I've written. There's like a motif in there that goes crazy in my brain. This is likely the last super long fic for a while, btw. Just don't have the time rn.

- title from "Fallen" by Witt Lowry. if you haven't heard it, go listen to it. it is 1000% thanos x reader core -

You woke up to the harsh lights in the dorms and the announcer telling you breakfast would be served soon. You realized that Thanos was asleep on your shoulder. Your face turned red upon realizing it, but despite your flustered demeanor, you couldn't ignore that this felt so right.

You shook him awake gently. “Su-bong?” You called out, voice soft as if his actual name was a secret to the rest of the world.

He jumped awake rather abruptly, looking around before realizing it was just you. He then quickly comprehended that he had been leaning on you, and you swore you could see the light dusting of pink across his face.

“Hey, what's going on?” He asked, voice deep and raspy from sleep. You ignored how your stomach leaped at the sound. He yawned before you could answer.

“Breakfast.” You said before looking over to him. He looked like he hadn't slept at all. He really watched over you all night?

“You didn't have to stay up all night for me.” You said quietly.

He shrugged, wanting to downplay his concern. “I couldn't sleep much anyway.” He said nonchalantly. It was technically true. He didn't think he would have been able to sleep even if you hadn't been with him.

“How are you feeling?” He asked.

You felt like shit. Your head felt like it was under water. You felt fuzzy and dazed like you weren't entirely present in the moment. Your side was killing you as well. You could feel the fabric of your jacket dried onto your skin. There was a dull ache with every breath and any movement.

“Could be better.” You mumbled.

He could tell you weren't doing well. You were incredibly pale and your skin looked clammy. Your eyes seemed out of focus.

Before he could say anything else, you started to get up. “I'm gonna go look it over in the bathroom. Watch Nam-gyu for me.” You said.

It wasn't a question or a request, just a statement. You needed to clear your head. While it may not have been the best idea to go alone, you didn't want Thanos to see how bad it really was. You hadn't even wanted him to know you were injured at all. If he knew how severe your injury was, you were scared he would be swayed by Nam-gyu to turn on you. It wasn't that you thought he would do it, but Nam-gyu was just manipulative. Your anxiety about being betrayed was an assessment of Nam-gyu's character, not Thanos's.

You walked as normally as you could manage until you made it into the hall and out of view of Nam-gyu. After, one hand held your side while the other trailed against the wall to help you keep your balance. You were somewhat worried about Nam-gyu following you, but your trust in Thanos and your exhaustion allowed you to push it from your mind.

The wound was still bad. You had bled through the t-shirt you used as a bandage, although it seemed like the bleeding had stopped for the most part now. That didn't mean it didn't hurt like a bitch. There wasn't much you could do to treat it. You didn't have any more fabric to use as a bandage. You just returned everything to how it was and left it at that.

You washed the blood from your hands, watching the discolored water recede into the drain. Once your hands were clean, you washed your face with cool water, trying to see if that would make you feel any better. It did somewhat, but it didn't amount to much.

-

Thanos stayed toward the side of the room where you both had slept, but his eyes were trained on Nam-gyu. If that fucker moved an inch, Thanos would be on him instantly.

Which is exactly what happened. Nam-gyu began walking toward the door. The second the man took a step, Thanos was sprinting over to the door to the hallway, blocking the door.

“The fuck you think you're doing, man?” Thanos spat. His right hand reached into his pocket, gripping the handle of the steak knife.

“So much for having a diplomatic conversation.” Nam-gyu said, full of sarcasm. His emotion was blank, as it usually was. But there was a glint of something in his eyes.

“Cut the crap.” Thanos retorted. He glared at the man he used to call his friend. He wouldn't call him that anymore. Something changed, but he wasn't sure which one of the pair changed. “I'd hate to burst your bubble, but you're not going back there.” He said.

Nam-gyu smirked. “You know, I'd be doing us both a favor if I took them out. They're already weak.” He said, hinting that he knew you were injured. It was hard to miss now that it was just the three of them.

Thanos's grip on the knife tightened. His gaze hardened into a glare. “Go fuck yourself.” He shot back.

Nam-gyu chuckled darkly. “They’re distracting you from what you really want.” He said.

Thanos scoffed. “Like you care what I want.” Nam-gyu didn't actually care what Thanos wanted in life, just as long as it made him money.

Nam-gyu looked genuinely offended. “I've known you for how many years? I stuck with you through everything and you're gonna tell me that I don't care about you?”

For a second Thanos believed him. He really wanted to trust him but he just couldn't. This wasn't real.

“You stuck around because I gave you a cut of the money and the drugs.” Thanos said coldly.

He could see Nam-gyu's jaw clench. The comment clearly got under his skin, but it was mostly because he knew the statement had some validity.

Something about his demeanor changed, though it wasn't visible. The atmosphere between the two changed. Tension was rising and they both could feel it.

“You know,” Nam-gyu began, taking a slow but confident step forward, “I only need to kill one of you two in order to keep the games going.” He said.

The words sent a shiver down Thanos's spine. He knew what he was referring to. They needed a majority vote to leave. You and Thanos would be enough to end them now.

But it would be impossible to reach a majority if it was just one of you and Nam-gyu left. There was no way he would vote to leave.

Before he could lift the knife from his side, Thanos was roughly shoved into the wall outside the hall. He could feel his head ache from the collision. He tried to raise his knife, willing to do whatever it took to survive, but Nam-gyu had other plans.

He grabbed Thanos's wrist and dug his fingers in roughly. He tried twisting the joint in a way it wasn't meant to. Eventually it caused Thanos's knife to fall to the floor with a clatter.

Nam-gyu chuckled, lifting his own knife toward the man's throat. The smirk across his face made Thanos sick to his stomach. It felt like his heart was going to explode. It felt like all he could hear was his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

Unfortunately, he could hear other things. Notably, Nam-gyu's next statement: “Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you now. I want them to watch.”

The words made his stomach drop. How could he say that? They were good friends until the games started. Best friends even.

And now Nam-gyu would kill him and force you to watch it happen just for a paycheck. It seems his greed knew no bounds.

“Why the fuck was I even friends with you?” Thanos spat.

Nam-gyu was obviously seething. “I have been there for you through everything. I put my ass on the line for your career and look at you now. You're nothing without me.”

Thanos rolled his eyes. “Bullshit.” He exclaimed. He swung his fist and struck him in the side of the head, hoping to knock him off guard.

Nam-gyu responded with a punch in his gut, causing him to involuntarily groan in pain.

“I've been your promoter for years and now you want to throw me out for some bitch you met a few days ago?” Nam-gyu said, clearly trying to upset Thanos.

And it worked.

“Shut your fucking mouth!” Thanos yelled.

Nam-gyu's smirk only grew. “You get a hard-on for some bitch you just met and now you're going to toss me out, huh?”

Thanos didn't say a word. He tried to shove the other man away from him. When that didn't work, Thanos tried kicking at his knees. This made Nam-gyu's knee buckle, but it wasn't enough to subdue him.

Nam-gyu moved so he was pushing his forearm into Thano's throat harshly. He tried to struggle out of his grasp, but it wasn't successful.

Nam-gyu was clearly fuming, but he also had a smug look that Thanos wanted to wipe off. The man laughed with a smirk, pushing his arm further against the other's neck. “Don't worry, I'll make the effort to finish the job you couldn't.” He hissed.

Thanos was almost speechless. He had known Nam-gyu for how long and now he's getting pleasure from trying to kill him and even joking about his suicide attempt. But honestly it felt like they were strangers. The friendly facade was a completely different person.

Using the little air he was able to sneak into his lungs, Thanos hissed through gritted teeth: “Fuck you.”

Nam-gyu's grip on the knife tightened as he considered killing him without an audience (well, at least without you present) but he abruptly stopped, sharply inhaling like he was in pain.

Thanos took the second that his grip relaxed to take a greedy breath of air. He felt like he was going to get even more bruises on top of the set from Player 1.

Then he noticed Nam-gyu coughing up blood. A bit of it landed on Thanos's face. Nam-gyu stumbled to the floor and your form replaced his.

Your hand was trembling holding a knife. A bloody knife. You dropped it to the floor, the noise cutting through the tense silence.

You had heard the commotion and rushed back as fast as you could. In your haste, you must have moved the wrong way. You felt a sharp pain in your side, crying out. The glass must have dug deeper since you started to feel your blood start to seep into your clothes again.

Nam-gyu was so distracted with Thanos that he hadn't noticed you move beside him. You stabbed him in the back between his ribs, likely puncturing a lung.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I-” You started saying frantically before Thanos pulled you into his arms.

With what little energy you had, you spoke through tears. “I heard you yelling and I thought-” You started, voice cracking into a sob.

He shushed you softly, one hand rubbing up and down your back. “I'm okay, you're okay.” He murmured. But his demeanor, particularly his gaze, was the complete opposite.

His glare was fixed upon his dying friend. Well, who he thought was a friend. There was no remorse, no concern, nothing. He just wanted to make sure that Nam-gyu wasn't going to get up.

He was feeling a multitude of emotions. He was at war with himself. He wanted to feel bad for him. That was his best friend lying on the ground struggling to breathe. But he didn't care. He was almost glad. He was sitting there listening to the man's last breaths and he couldn't get himself to care.

The large doors started to roll open as an announcement played.

“Player 124: eliminated.”

You winced like the words had cut through you, but you pulled yourself away from him, almost stumbling to the floor yourself.

“I want to vote to leave!” You yelled out. The circle-masked guards in the room didn't react to your words at all. They only brought forth another black coffin with the red ribbon. “You said we get to vote after each game, right?” You shouted.

Thanos watched you for a moment until he realized what you were doing.

“Yeah, let us vote!” He said loudly, his voice causing you to jump slightly.

You were met with a deafening silence. While everything was quiet for you, the extremely elegant room the VIPs were in turned to chaos. One whined about his bets while the others debated what should be done with the two of you.

Your breathing quickened as your vision started to blur. “No, no, no.” You whispered repeatedly, trying to convince your body to keep fighting it.

You can't die here. Not after everything that happened. You just killed a man. You can't have done that for nothing, right?

And you can't leave Thanos like this. It's not fair to him. After everything that has gone wrong for him, he deserves to have happiness for once.

Thanos's eyes were glued on you. How could they not be? So he seemed to notice your eyes rolling back into your head sooner than you did.

His arm was around you in an instant, gently lowering you to the ground. He got on his knees beside you. “Hey, hey, y/n you have to wake up, okay? Don't leave me like this, please.” He begged.

He couldn't lose you, he can't bear it. He didn't know what he would do without you. He may have only met you a few days ago, but you gave him a spark that he didn't know he was missing. At this rate, he didn't think he'd know who he was without you. He was practically alone now except for his mother. You seemed like a guiding light in his eyes.

Before all of this, he was about to end his life because he didn't feel he had anything left. But now he wanted to be a better man, to get clean, to live for you. You changed him. You can't leave him.

“We want to go home! I'm not going to kill them. You may as well send us home unless you feel like sitting here and watching them bleed out.” He yelled out to whoever was listening. This statement ended the debates of the VIP. They had their decision.

Of course they would never communicate that to the players. Thanos had gone back to trying to wake you up, begging to see your eyes again. He had started crying at some point. He didn't know when but he realized when a tear rolled off his cheek and landed on yours.

He hadn't been paying too much attention to his surroundings. The end of a rifle collided with the back of his head. He lost consciousness instantly.

-

Su-bong came to on the side of a street on the outskirts of Seoul. He took the debit card out of his mouth, holding the plastic in his shaking hand as he looked around.

“Y/n?! Are you out here?” He called out. It was stupid for him to even assume you both would be dropped off at the same place.

He couldn't calm himself down after realizing that he had no idea if you were even alive. Maybe you died and that's why he's alone back on the mainland. He couldn't remember anything else no matter how hard he tried to. Everything went fuzzy after you had passed out. Did he only make it out because you died?

The only tangible proof that he had that supported the argument you were alive was the amount on the card. He took it to an ATM just to look at it. He wanted to see if all of the suffering was worth it.

22,800,000,000.00 ₩

Half of the amount that would be paid out for a sole winner. Maybe you were given the other half. It was the only hope he had that you were alive.

But he also knew the people running the games were sick and twisted. Maybe they just wanted to get his hopes up. He wouldn't be surprised if they did it on purpose just to mess with him. Part of him thought they would deposit the rest of the money late just to see his reaction.

He was grieving you even though he didn't even know if you were dead.

His instincts told him to go on a bender. He had been so used to numbing whatever emotions he had with drugs that it almost became second nature to him.

But he knew you wouldn't want that. He wanted to be better. You really did change him, and he held himself to it even though you weren't around to see it.

And he really did start to turn his life around. He went to his apartment and flushed whatever drugs he had stashed there. He didn't want them anymore. He deleted the contacts of his dealers and any of his former friends from his phone.

He abandoned the persona of Thanos. Thanos died in the games. He wasn't the same man anymore, and he didn't intend on going back to his life of fame. At least not under that name.

He called his mom for the first time in a while. They had a long, emotional talk. Su-bong owned up to his mistakes and begged for a second chance. He also managed to explain what happened over the last week and the fortune he had gained. While most people would assume it was an elaborate lie, his mother believed him. He wanted to come stay at her place for a few days, which she gladly accepted on the condition there would be no drugs in her house.

There were a multitude of reasons that he wanted to go back home. First of all, there was an eviction notice posted on the door to his apartment when he arrived. His landlord finally got tired of the late rent. He didn't want to stay in that place anymore. He left enough cash to pay his rent with a short note of apology.

Second, his mom was really the only person he had left. He didn't want to be alone right now after going through all of that. Plus, he knew his mom would enjoy the company.

But the main reason he wanted to visit his mom is because he desperately hoped he would somehow find you there. He discussed his hometown that night after the last game. He knew that if you were searching for him, that would be the only place you knew to look. He was clinging on to the last bit of faith he had that you were still alive.

So he went to stay with his mother. Things were a bit awkward at first, but they really connected and reconciled with each other over time. He tried to do anything he could to hopefully make up for everything he had put her through. She didn't ask for any of the money, but he offered it anyway. He didn’t exactly feel comfortable spending it on himself. It was blood money and it felt disrespectful to use it for selfish reasons. He finally started to understand what that crazy guy was talking about.

On this particular day, Su-bong was picking up takeout to bring home for his mother. She had mentioned that diner which was popular in their town, so he figured he could take something home for dinner. He didn't think much of it at that moment, so he didn't entirely realize he could run into you there. Thinking about you was painful for him right now. He hadn't had enough time to process everything, so he tried his best not to dwell on the specifics of your interactions. It only caused him more heartache thinking of what could have been and also anger at the situation the games had put him through.

But it was also hard to not think about you. You were constantly in his mind even when he tried to spare himself the heartache. Eventually he started writing his thoughts down in hopes it would help him process everything. He had a few half-written songs jotted down in a notebook. They were in a completely different tone now that they were about you. You deserved to be treated with more reverence than his cheesy raps could allow.

He waited in line at the counter, not entirely paying attention to what was going on around him. His mind was too caught up in his own musings that he hadn't realized it was his turn.

“Sir?” The waitress called out, finally getting his attention. “The name for the order?” She prompted.

He smiled sheepishly, almost embarrassed by his obliviousness. “Choi Su-bong.” He said.

The waitress walked away to go check on his order. He turned around, leaning against the bar and scanning the restaurant. The building still had hardly changed from how he remembered it.

When the order was ready, Su-bong took it from her with a soft word of thanks before turning to leave.

As he did so, the door opened, the metallic clinking of the bell ringing through the room

He looked up, wanting to make sure he didn't walk into whoever entered. But when he did, he froze, jaw slack with shock.

It was you.

You made it out

-

You had also woken up with a debit card in the streets but a day later and with a set of neat stitches and needle marks in your arm. They must have done surgery to save you.

You felt almost grateful. You knew they were the ones who put you in this situation, but they took the time to allow you to leave alive instead of shipping you off in a black coffin.

There was also worry gnawing at you as you gathered your bearings. Where was Su-bong? You were afraid that he had somehow sacrificed himself for you. Maybe they arranged it somehow? You didn't even know if that was possible, but it felt like anything was possible in that place.

You too thought to check the balance on the card, and the fact you had only half of the prize money was the main reason you started searching. If he was gone, you would have gotten all of it… right? Or maybe this was another sick plot to mess with your emotions.

You took a day or two to get back on your feet before going to look for him. You settled your debt and reached out to your family to let them know you were alive.

You were hoping by that time he would have announced a tour or something. That money could help him launch into stardom, so you figured that's what he would be doing. He likely would have had enough time to organize something by now.

But his social media was radio silent. No tour, no update, nothing.

That really cut down on your leads, but it didn't entirely surprise you that he hadn't gone back to his stage persona yet. He had seemed pretty disillusioned with that whole thing after seeing who Nam-gyu really was. But at the same time, music really seemed to be his passion, and it seemed like now he had the ability to make his own decisions now that Nam-gyu wasn't around to cause problems.

You only had one idea. And it was a long shot, but it was all you had.

You went to the diner. It was the one thing he had mentioned that you could tell for certain it was the correct place. You booked a cheap hotel room in the town and tried to be in the diner as much as possible. The owner thought you were trying to cause trouble at first, but you managed to explain the situation to him without giving too many details. He shrugged you off. He was fine with you hanging around as long as you were putting money in his pocket. You spent almost your whole day there.

You honestly thought this idea was a fruitless endeavor, but here you were, standing frozen in the doorway.

“Hey.” You said softly. He fumbled to place the bag on a nearby empty table before pulling you into a hug. He tried not to let his emotions overcome him and cause a scene in the diner. You were in the same boat. You were so relieved that you could cry, but you stayed collected.

After a moment, you heard the owner say something from behind the counter: “You didn't tell me you were looking for that asshole.” The way he said it made it clear it was a joke between the two of them that you didn't understand fully.

Su-bong chuckled but didn't say anything back, but he gave the man a middle finger behind your back. The owner laughed loudly as he headed back to the kitchen.

He pulled back slightly, making sure to grab the bag of the takeout. “Do you want to go back to my mom's place?” He asked quietly, not really wanting the owner to hear him and have questions.

You nodded, a smile beginning to form on your face. You didn't say anything in fear of your voice faltering.

The short walk to his mother's house was quiet and restrained. There were a million things the two of you wanted to say. Emotions and feelings were waiting for the floodgates to open, but they didn't come. You both knew that the conversation couldn't happen in public to avoid causing a scene.

It felt like sparks flew through both of you whenever your hands brushed against each other's. Eventually you loosely grabbed his hand, causing him to clear his throat. It clearly flustered him, but he stayed quiet and took hold of your hand.

Once you made it to his mother's small house, you felt your defenses crumble. When he placed down the takeout bag, you walked to him and threw your arms around him. You buried your head in his chest, taking deep, shaky breaths as you tried to stop yourself from crying.

He held you in a tight embrace as if you would fade away. Maybe he was still sleeping and this was a dream.

“I thought you were dead, I was so fucking worried.” He said, desperately trying to keep his voice from cracking.

You shook your head. “They stitched me up before they let me go.” You mumbled.

He looked confused for a moment. “Were you awake at all?” He asked, wondering if you had any more information.

“No. I remember coming back from the hall and…” You said, trailing as a way to sidestep the elephant in the room. “And it gets fuzzy. Then I woke up in the street.”

You sat there in a quiet silence for a moment before you spoke. “I know you aren't mad, but I'm sorry for what I did to Nam-gyu. I didn't-”

“You don't have to apologize.” He cut you off. There was a sharpness to his voice, but you could still feel the concern he felt for you.

“I know, but I want to. I feel like I should.” You murmured. Your hands gripped the fabric of his jacket as if you were holding onto your last connection to the world.

He shook his head, pulling away from you so he could look at you. “Listen,” he started, hands resting firmly on your shoulders, “I'm not mad at you for that. You saved my life. He got what he deserved.” He said.

You met his eyes and your breath caught in your throat. “It's just-” You struggled to find the words, “Maybe there was a way we all could have walked out of there.” You said. You knew deep down that there was no way that would be possible. Nam-gyu was walking out of there alone or in a coffin.

Su-bong shook his head. “Never in a million years would he have agreed to that. He's too selfish.” He countered.

Your eyes were welling with tears yet again. “I know, but I have to-” You began, voice cracking. “I have to live with that. I-”

He pulled you back into his arms, quietly talking to hopefully calm you down a bit.

This was new territory for him and he would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous. He never really consoled anyone like this before. It wasn't in his nature, and usually he was the one being consoled. His friendships had never really reached the point where this was typical. But if anyone deserved his best effort, it was you.

“You did what you had to do, okay? If you hadn't, you probably wouldn't have made it out.” He said. One of his hands stroked your hair gently while the other ran up and down your back in an attempt to soothe you, but his movements were somewhat stiff. He was just nervous to do something wrong or to hurt you in some way.

He took a deep, shuddering breath himself. His nervousness started to fluster him. Look at him. He was acting like a schoolboy with a silly crush. He was so smitten with you that he started to overthink anything he did.

“I know getting through this won't be easy, but we're gonna do it together, alright? I promise you that.” He said.

Coping with the trauma you received, the actions you had to take seemed like an impossible task. How could you move on from this? You had to kill someone. You nearly died yourself.

But while in his embrace, you were inclined to believe him. Maybe you would be okay.

He rested his chin on the top of your head gently. “You know, I came back to stay with my mom because if you wanted to find me, this town is the only place you would know to look.” He said softly. While reconciling with his mom was great, he was mostly thinking about you.

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly. “What do you mean if i wanted to find you?” You asked.

He stiffened slightly. He hadn't meant to show that insecurity to you. He had somewhat thought that if you were still alive, you weren't going to want to put up with him.

He pulled back slightly. He stuttered as he spoke, his brain fighting between wanting to be open and wanting to maintain any shred of his cool and collected demeanor. “I mean, I just-” He started. You could see his eyes begin to water. You hadn't known that you would have struck a nerve.

“I just have a lot of baggage, y'know? I thought you would have realized you're too good for me.” He said, voice quieter than you ever heard it before.

You met his eyes, looking almost confused. “Of course I'd come find you. I mean, I've been in that diner from open to close for the past 3 days. I'm surprised the owner didn't kick me out.” You said, smiling slightly as you made him chuckle weakly.

You reached a hand up and gently held his face, thumb ghosting across his cheekbone. He leaned into your touch reflexively. Gentle affection was something he isn't used to, but his instinct was to gladly accept it from you.

“I know you have a troubled past, but that doesn't change anything for me, okay?” You asked. A tear rolled down his face and you swiped it away with your thumb.

“I sought you out because I care about you… a lot. I'm not going a-”

You were cut off by him pulling you closer and connecting your lips. You gasped out of shock before smiling and kissing him back. You looped your arms around his neck.

You both were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. You pulled away quickly to see an older woman standing in front of you both. Your eyes widened as you realized she was likely his mother.

Your face turned two shades redder from embarrassment. Your stomach fluttered, both from the kiss itself and the embarrassment of being caught in the act.

The woman narrowed her eyes at her son. “Su-bong, is this the person you told me about?” She asked, seeming almost angry for a reason you didn't entirely understand.

He reached up to rub the back of his neck, looking over at you before back to her. “Yeah.” He said, managing to get the word out without his voice cracking.

“Good. After everything you said about them, I would have been angry at you on their behalf if you brought a hook-up home.” She said sharply. She then turned to address you. “It's nice to meet you.”

You smiled, greeting her with a bow before looking back at her. “Just wondering, what did he say about me?” You asked. Su-bong looked down at you quickly. You met his gaze with a smirk.

He pinched the bridge of his nose out of embarrassment. “I hate both of you.” He groaned.

His mom laughed. “Yeah right.” She exclaimed.

You nudged him gently with your elbow. “I think we're going to get along great.” You teased, to Su-bong's dismay

-

bonus:

His mom insisted that you could eat some of her portion of the food Su-bong had picked up from the diner. She had actually wanted to cook you something herself, but you agreed to take some of the takeout for her convenience.

As you three ate, his mother was asking you about yourself. When you got on the topic of where you lived, she furrowed her eyebrows.

“That's 30 minutes away. What are you doing at that diner?” She asked. She wasn't asking you about your whereabouts specifically. She was asking why you traveled so far for such mediocre food. There was nothing special about the place, so it was hardly worth the travel time.

You chuckled, not noticing the blush rising on Su-bong's face. “He told me about the diner during the games. It's the one place I knew where to look for him after all of that.” You explained.

His mother smirked slightly. “You wanted to meet them at the diner that everyone goes on first dates at?” She teased. It was a sort of inside joke in their community that if you were there with someone, it was likely on a date since that was the cheapest place for it.

You looked over at him and he avoided making eye contact with you. “Wait, was that you asking me out?” You asked, almost giddy.

He sighed, feigning disinterest to mask his embarrassment. “Maybe.” He muttered tersely.

Your eyes softened as you looked at him. “That's so sweet.” You gushed.

He finally looked over at you, almost scanning you for any dishonesty. He wasn't used to being soft in a relationship, so this was completely foreign to him. He felt so vulnerable in that moment, but he'd feel that way for the rest of his life if you would keep looking at him with so much love in your eyes.

[itstimetojellyfish]

Fanning the flames of affection (Jiaoqiu x reader)

Angst/Fluff/Smut. This is gonna be a long one so please don’t complain if you lose track of time reading this.

this is my first smut post so yeah.

Btw , you can request a male version of the smut if you’d like .

MDNI

Contains: Oral(Fem!reader receiving) , penetration, basically pretty vanilla , tail stroking , tail cuddling , tail humping .

It’s too fucking spicy .

When you first came to the Xianzhou Yaoqing , you heard of the amazing Jiaoqiu , known for his extraordinary culinary and medical skills . The praises of him were practically as high as the stars above!

So , your first mission was to find his restaurant and beg him for some of his special noodles , seeing that everyone praised the wonderful and magnificent flavors it had and how healthy it was .

You wandered along the streets of the Yaoqing , talking to many of the locals questioning them where the famous Jiaoqiu was so you could eat his wonderful food .

They just chuckled and said he’s a stall vendor and that you should prepare your spice tolerance , you have a pretty good one since you grew up on the Luofu so you have nothing to worry about!

Or so you thought.

You were always a foodie , picky on how you wanted the dishes to be made and how they were supposed to be cooked , this was mainly because your taste buds were particularly sensitive .

One time your mother just handed you grilled fish and you almost cried because of how bland the flavor was compared to the other dishes your mother made for you .

You never considered the fact that she was getting tired of you and was actually leaning towards the option of putting tapeworms in your food…

But anyways !

You walked along the streets and when it became dark you would go to a nearby inn and rest there for the night .

Soon , after a whole 2 weeks of dutifully tracking down the pink-haired foxian , you finally found the stall that he lead and plopped your butt down and ordered some of the famous noodles.

He smiled at you sweetly , but it had an undertone of something dangerous that wasn’t exactly something you feared but was a bit concerning to the point you checked your food for poison and tapeworms.

You looked over them before taking a tentative sip of the broth and then devouring the noodles immediately, you couldn’t help it! But then you felt something was wrong .

Now , you did say that you had a pretty good spice tolerance, but the people failed to mention and describe how fucking spicy the food he created was .

Not even two minutes in the spice started burning your throat like a thousand wasps stinging the tender flesh of your throat and you realized that your lips and tongue were starting to go numb .

You forgot how sensitive your taste buds were after countless mornings of eating bland porridge….

The pink - haired foxian just stared at you with a cunning smile as he watched you wheeze for your life before narrowing his eyes and realizing something was terribly wrong .

He rushed over to the refrigerator and pulled out a chilled bottle of puffer goat milk before running to your side and prying your jaw open , noticing the tears streaming down your cheeks .

He coaxed your throat to relax by petting your throat where the windpipe would be and then poured the thick , sweet creamy milk down your throat.

He capped the bottle before bending over the counter and brought out a bag of ice before taking the scooper and placing a few ice cubes on your tongue and rubbing your back.

After a few minutes , your coughing fit eased and you opened your eyes a crack to see the Foxian gently pet your cheek before asking ,” Are you alright?”

You took a deep breath before telling him ,” Yeah… I’m okay now, if you’re wondering why I had such a strong reaction that was because I have some pretty sensitive taste buds.. but your food is really good!”

He eyes you up and down , his tail swaying side to side and then gently laying itself on your thigh .” That’s good to hear , thank you”

You looked at his fluffy pink tail resting itself on your leg before looking back up and the male towering over you and smiling .” You’re welcome!”

While you did find the tail on your thigh a little bit affectionate, you just thought of it as some resting time for it since it always has to rely on the foxian’s spine . You wonder whether or not it painful for their spinal cord.

You didn’t know that this was a sign of interest in you .

Then something stared to cramp in your stomach…. Did you not get rid of all the tapeworms yet?…

You quickly placed a hand in your stomach as you closed your eyes, resisting the urge to cling onto Jiaoqiu’s fluffy tail for dear life as your stomach started cramping really bad.

In the mist of pain , you could vaguely feel someone’s arms gently wrap around your shoulders and underneath your knees and lift you up into the air .

Soon you were being carried around the ship in Jiaoqiu’s arms as he rushed to his house for some herbs to treat your condition .

Soon , soft buttery linens caressed your form as you felt a warm sturdy hand rub your stomach gently as a cold sharp object cut through your flesh and a pair of tweezers gently picks through your fragile flesh and takes out things one by one.

Soon , something pierces your skin again as it sews your flesh closed again and a large warm hand rubs your stomach and pets your head as you soon begin to fall asleep.

———————🪼✨

The warm sunlight pierces your eyes as you groggily get up and rub your face as you attempt to recall last night.

As you sit up in bed , a warm hand gently pets your naked back and rubs your spine gently as you feel something soft and warm curl around your waist and rub against the flesh .

You tense up before looking down and seeing a pale pink tail rubbing against you , you immediately turn pink as you whip your head around and see the Foxian drape a soft white robe around you while giving you that signature smile.

He fully clothed behind you and you look down noticing the stitches in your stomach , his tail avoiding the spot .

You’re stunned speechless as he picks up a spoon from the table next to you and dips it into some sort of pale white pudding and then holding the spoon to your mouth .

“Open up ,” Jiaoqiu says as he gently parts your lips with the spoon , waiting for you to open your jaw and allow the somehow healthy gelatinous dessert into your mouth.

You chew for a bit , relishing the cool sensation of the pudding in your tongue as his eyes soften and his hands place the spoon down after you’re done eating .

He gives you some of his shirts , quite large actually , and then heads off to the living room proclaiming,” Take it easy for today , if you need me just yell , you wouldn’t want your stitches coming loose would you?”

You look down as he leaves and then realize, he’s the one who helped you when your cramps got bad.

Soon you end up somehow changing into the clothes he gave you and shakily walk your way into the living room where he’s lounging at looking at a recipe book.

He smiles at you and invites you over , and so , this is the start of your domestic life together for the next two weeks .

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It’s been quite awhile since you’ve been living together , he’s helped you a lot since your flesh has yet to heal and adjust, while he has taken out the stitches , your nerves still need to mend together .

You can’t move much because of that so when you need something , Jiaoqiu either gets the item for you , or he carries you .

During this time , you’ve gotten to know each other better , like how high his spice tolerance is , and he’s learned about your preferences.

Also , you’ve noticed he has favored you quite often these past few weeks .

You don’t like this pepper? Never seen in his kitchen again .

The mint is too much for you ? Thrown out the window immediately.

Too spicy? Immediately lowered while other customers still complain .

There’s also another reason, foxian ears and tails are very sensitive , and they don’t just let anyone touch it , but bring the ill-informed person you are , you ask to pet them .

He stares at you before chuckling and tilts his head towards you and sways his tail , allowing you to touch them to your heart’s content.

Now , you only realized this when you went to the library for some new recipe books ,Your wound has gotten better so Jiaoqiu allowed you to go out , when you were searching the shelves you stumbled upon an open book about Foxian customs .

Next thing you know you rush out of the library with two recipe books underneath your arm and as red as a tomato .

When you get home you quickly plop the books on the kitchen counter for Jiaoqiu to read after he’s done cooking for others .

After a few hours he’s back from work and has started to cook some stir fry for you , the spices overflowing the room with their scent .

You aren’t gonna lie , the man is extremely handsome and you wouldn’t mind if he had his way with you , but you aren’t sure if he felt the same way .

He’s been quite the lovely guy and he’s been very hospitable, so you suppose it wouldn’t hurt to give in and indulge in your fantasies…

Right?

You were brought out of your thoughts when the man you’ve been thinking of walked over to you and gently lifted your chin ,” A credit for your thoughts? I haven’t gotten the name of the woman who I’ll be working with “

You stare at him before asking ,” Wait… working with? “

As soon as those words came out of his mouth, you flushed red to the point you would’ve looked like an actual tomato . You didn’t think you could’ve gotten any redder .

You didn’t know he was courting you all this time!

Before you know it he has you pinned to a wall and is caressing your cheek ,” Oh Y/N …. My sweet darling … have you finally noticed my affections for you ?”

You look away before nodding slightly , making a wide smirk appear on his face , a chuckle escaping his lips .

“ It’s about time .” A soft tail curled loosely around your ankle and he gently tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

You stare at him for a few seconds before pressing your lips together and saying ,” Oh fuck it….”

He smiles at you before tugging at the hem of the shirt he let you borrow and asking ,” So you’re consenting to this?”

You nod your head before tipping his head towards you and pressing your lips to his frantically , wishing for more even though you don’t know how to get it .

You’re a bit inexperienced so you’re hoping he knows what to do …. However you do know the basics of what happens .

He gently swipes his tongue along the seam of your lips as he kisses you back with just as much force you put in , asking for your permission.

You gladly part your lips allowing him entry as he immediately thrusts his tongue into you mouth and starts to explore your mouth , caressing your tongue with his .

Mean while , his hands are busying unbuttoning your shirt while yours are clinging onto his shoulders for dear life while he ravishes your mouth .

A burning warmth is pooling in your stomach as he finally undoes the last button and starts to fondle your waist , one hand creeping up to your bra to unclasp it while the other continues to grasp at your flesh .

He pulls away from your mouth and narrows his eyes as he struggles to unclasp your bra , pouting slightly .

You giggle before reaching back and help him take your bra off , handing it to him after it’s been unclasped .

He looks at the lacy white material before throwing it to some unknown corner and lifting you up and starts walking towards the bedroom kissing you fervently while you tangle your fingers into his soft pink hair .

He gently puts you down into the bed and sits down with you , immediately fondling your breasts and pinching your cute nipples until they turn stiff , making you moan .

As he continues that his mouth is sucking your supple skin and he’s straddling your thigh and grinding his crotch against it , making you soak your panties at the scene in front of you .

He trails a line of kisses down to your midsection as his hand creeps lower and pulls down your shorts slightly to fondle your womanhood , making you squeal .

“ Hey!…” You gently pushed his hand away before curling in and flopping onto the bed .

Jiaoqiu stares at you before smiling and asks ,” Too fast my darling girl?“

You blush before nodding , before you can say anything , he gently brushes his pink tail against the fabric of your panties and the tip of it teasingly pulls on the fabric before resting against it .

He leans forward and then kisses you passionately before telling you ,” I can take it slow if you’d like…”

Before you can respond he rubs his tail against you and before you know it , your straddling his tail and humping against it as both of you moan out loud.

Your hands are tangled in the soft fur of his tail as he marks your collarbone and neck all over , your slick leaking through your panties and soaking his tail a bit.

You whine as he starts fondling your chest and whimper out ,” Jiaoqiu…. I’m close…”

He chuckles before kissing the nape of your neck and says ,” Don’t worry…. Let go , I’ll get my reward later …”

As soon as he said that , the glass broke as you came , drenching the middle of his tail with translucent liquid, slicking it up while you kept grinding against it .

After your pleasure high, you slump onto him and take deep breaths as his hand pets your back.

While you’re in a daze, you don’t realize that Jiaoqiu has lowered himself to your crotch and has pulled off your panties , you only do realize when you feel cool air against your wet folds .

You push your upper body up immediately only to find the one bedding you face to face with your fold looking like he’s ready to devour them.

“ Hey… what are you doing?…” You reach for his head but before you can pull him off , he blows warm air on your cunt and his tongue peeks out of his mouth and licks a warm, wet stripe against it while pushing your legs apart so he can get better access .

Soon you’re writhing around as Jiaoqiu thrusts his tongue into your sweet ,tight ,and warm hole as you complain ,” Jiaoqiu! It’s dirty down there! Don’t lick it- Oh!!”

Your hands tangle in his hair as you moan out loud , brushing against his long ears , making him moan against your cunt sending pleasurable vibrations against your cunt.

Your feet kick out as he starts sucking on your clit , you don’t realize he’s picked through the drawers to find some lube until you feel a cool , wet finger gently part your folds and find your small little hole and gently prod at it .

You flinch a bit and he asks , “ Is this okay with you?” His amber eyes pierce through your skin , as you press your lips together .

You nod your head and he gives you a light hum before continuing to suck on your clot and prods at your hole .” This might feel a little weird but it’s going to feel good okay?”

“ Okay…” You lied down as he gently inserted his finger in , making your fingers in his hair grip tighter .

He smiles at you before kissing your clit and holding it in his mouth as he wriggles his finger around in you , stretching you out .

As soon as you loosen up a bit and relax around his finger , he presses another finger in and sucks on your clit hard in order to distract you from the pain .

You squeal and flinch as he does that and writhe around when he continues to pump his fingers in and out of you , pressing against your insides.

Soon enough you’re taking four of his fingers , and he starts to push around to find that one spot that would make you see stars .

It didn’t take long before you start fidgeting around , moaning out constantly, and then his fingers feel a rough patch and you yell out .

He smirked and then took out his fingers , pulled down his boxers , revealing his length , which was a pretty considerable size…

He lubed it up , making him hiss a bit , and placed the head of it against your cunt, the precum on it smearing .

You held your breath as he slowly breached your hole and your warm , wet insides spasms around the length penetrating your most delicate parts.He notices this and brings his tail up to your hands and gently tangles his fur into your hands while his have a firm grip on your waist

Once Jiaoqiu felt you relax , he asked you ,” Are you ready?” In an affectionate yet strained tone.Is was very clear that he was trying to hold back from rutting into you and making you a brainless mess.

You sigh before clinging onto his tail and telling him ,” Yeah… I’m ready.”

He smiles at you softly before pulling out a bit , and then thrusting in gently, making you moan out.

His smile turns into a smirk as he pulls out a few inches, and then thrusts in a little bit harder , making your walls spasm and tighten which made his grip on your hips tighter .

You looked up to see his pretty face have sweat beading on the side of it and his amber eyes clouded with determination as he continue to gently thrust in and out , patiently waiting for you to say that he could go faster .

After you get used to the intrusion, you take a deep breath and tell him ,” Alright…. You can go faster.”

His head immediately looks up and stares at you before raising an eyebrow and asking you ,” Are you sure?”

You nod , and some enough he’s pounding into you mercilessly as you writhe around , moaning and whimpering .

You can feel the burning sensation in your stomach get hotter and hotter until it finally snaps and you attempt to warn your partner ,” Jiaoqiu!.. I’m-… Gonna cu-!”

However you only manage to get out most of the sentence before your cum seeps out of your cunt even with the object plugging it up .

The foxian feels your wall tighten and relax sporadically which leads him to thrust into your warm welcoming heat and fuck you through your orgasm .

Soon enough , he’s pulling out and hot white ropes of semen latch onto your skin , after he gets down from his pleasure high , he collapses onto you , grabs the edge of the blanket with one hand , and pulls it over you two as his other hand latches onto your waist .

You fall asleep in his arms when he gently pets you head and tangles his hands into you hair , kissing your fore head and whispering sweet nothings.

You don’t hear what exactly he says though .

You didn’t react when he said ,

“ You’re such a lovely bunny…”

[boybeholding]

Hi there!

I really loved your 2012 Leo/Stoner Reader and was wondering if you could do a scenario with a very high Leo being mushy and lovestruck to the reader 👉👈 or a headcanons of similar premise? :)

I super duper love the way you write 12 Leo btw ♡ ♡

hi anon!! I'm so glad you've enjoyed my stuff so far!! <33 I must seem biased with how much 12 leo i'm writing, but it's not my fault people keep sending in fun requests lol

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2012 Leo + Reader Content Warnings: recreational drug use

companion piece

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When your curtain jostled against the wall, you found yourself turning on instinct, shoulders slumping when it was merely the wind, giving way transparently to the rooftop of the building next to you. 

Leo had texted you over an hour ago, asking if you were doing anything. You’d said no, truthfully, having been laying in bed playing Subway Surfers on your phone. 

It was just about your bedtime, and you’d smoked a bowl to assure a peaceful 8 hours before your upcoming morning shift– but you couldn’t help but wait on Leo’s potential visit. You knew from experience that if he showed up to find you asleep, he’d turn right back around. So you were determined to stay awake until you couldn’t. You rarely got to see him as it was.

After staring out the window for a few more moments, you sighed, and reclined back onto your bed. You closed your eyes, crossing your arms over your head. 

Sleep was beckoning gently, and you found yourself loosening your muscles to it. You could just rest your eyes…

“Hey. Are you up?”

The whisper was so close it nearly made you reel, jolting your head up. As usual, you hadn’t heard his entrance. Leo was standing, slightly awkwardly, over your bed.

“Mhm- yeah.. Sorry, was just stretching,” You mumbled absently, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

You took in the sight of him, a little more intently than you meant to. It was a little odd, that he’d risked waking you to come inside– and on closer inspection, he seemed… tense.

“What’s up? What’d you do tonight?” you asked softly, tone casual, if slightly probing. He gave you a sideways glance, obviously not fooled by your attempted nonchalance.

“Wasted my time,” He mumbled bitterly, folding his hands together in his lap. 

Definitely tense. 

You huffed at him, unsatisfied with that as an answer, though you knew him well enough that you figured it was the only one you were getting for a while.

“...Well, I’m gonna…” you mimed puffing a joint with one hand, pointing to your still open window. “You wanna go put on the TV? I can meet you out there.”

A look of conflict crossed his face, and you were worried for a moment that he didn’t have the time. Truly, you didn’t either, but between Leo and sleep, the pick was easy.

“I’ll wait in here,” He settled, pulling himself a little more upward onto the bed. You stared for a moment, then nodded, grabbing your pipe from the ashtray on your windowsill. 

Leo turned to face you as you moved, staring at your hands intently. It didn’t feel like anything special, packing the ground bud into the glass bowl of the pipe– but every time, he watched, enraptured. 

After taking the first drag, leaving ashes glowing a cherry red, you held it across the bed to him.

Maybe it was a little hypocritical to get on his case for watching you load the pipe. You always found yourself drawn in the same way when he took it from you. He’d close his eyes so gently when he exhaled… 

You had been a little disappointed the first time, when he hadn’t so much as coughed. Why did he have to be so damn good at everything? 

You passed it back and forth until the pipe was burnt down to nothing, and when you decided to load it again, you were immensely surprised when Leo reached over to pluck it from you. One hit was rare for the mutant, and now he was trying to match your pace.

“Slow down, man,” you giggled, catching his breath quiver on a particularly long drag.

“I’m f–ine,” He mumbled, straining with the effort to hold back his own laughter. He held his arms above his head, taking slow breaths until his airway was clear.

“That was, like, 6 hits. You know that, right?” You quirked a brow at him. “What happened to you?”

He pouted, hands tangling idly in his lap as he watched you tap out the ash.

“I… okay. I just…” He sighed, eyes squeezing tight as he visibly searched for the words. “I felt like I was going to do something stupid. So, I… thought I’d come here, instead of… picking a fight at home.”

“So you’d rather do something stupid with me?” You grinned.

He fought a smile, eyes locked far-off on the floor.

“Something like that?”

You ended up settled in your living room, no lights but the television screen you sat in front of. You had scanned the late night broadcasts diligently, but settled on an anime rerun on Adult Swim. You didn’t care much for it, the isekai B-plot lost on you, but Leo seemed to be enjoying himself.

“I’m hungry,” you mused quietly, a little jostled by Leo sitting up.

“I got it,” He said rather quickly. You raised your brow, turning to watch him over the back of the couch as he walked into your kitchen. You couldn’t help your amusement as he bumbled around, looking through pantries like he’d never been in there before.

“Those are the tupperware, bud.”

“Oh…” He mumbled, not even trying to save face as he normally would. He finally made his way to the fridge, though after opening it, he was faced with a new challenge.

“Uh, what do you want?” He asked with a small, bashful smile. 

“There’s leftovers at the top.” You pointed past him, though with the distance between you, it did little to clarify.

He grabbed the black takeout boxes, slowly looking through them.

“You went to sushi without me?” He asked sadly as he walked back into the living room, and you resisted the urge to poke fun at his syntax. 

“Hey, you’re the one who’s always busy. Besides, it wasn’t like it was Murakamis,” you rebutted, taking one of the boxes from him.

“I’m not busy!”

“Please, all you talk about is training and patrolling and fighting all the time. This is the first time I’ve seen you in weeks.”

He frowned, sitting down on the couch a lot closer than he had been. Your knees brushed slightly.

“Well– okay, yeah. We’ve been a little busy,” He admitted with a slight pout. “But you could still text me more.”

You chuckled around a mouthful of sushi, shifting closer so you could pat his shell. You didn’t say anything, just shrugged in half-agreement. 

He let out a slightly strangled noise when you touched him. It startled you, admittedly, and you were about to ask if he was alright, when he leaned back, trapping your hand between his shell and the couch. His eyes had trailed back to the TV screen, so you decided against saying anything, just rubbing your hand up and down along the rigid grooves. The feeling was grounding against your brain fog, something firm to anchor yourself on.

It came to you a while later, on the decline of your high, that you two were… Close. 

At some point, Leo’s head had migrated onto your chest, laying on top of you with your hands roving over his shell. It had been a natural progression at the time. This was the most convenient access point to his back. But looking down at him now, his face smushed on your chest as he hummed and sighed in gentle contentment, you felt like you damn near might explode.

“Is– am I supposed to feel so… blurry?” Leo asked into your shirt, tilting his head up to look at you with wide-blown eyes.

“Yeah, that’s normal,” you mumbled, nails catching on the ridges of his shell. “Are you supposed to be so cute?” You flirted absently, your restraint still loosened by the cannabis in your system. 

Leo blinked, slowly, and you almost laughed at how glazed over his eyes were. He grinned, visibly confused.

“Wait… can you repeat that? I totally misheard you,”

“I said you’re cute.” 

His expression dropped into bewilderment, and his cheeks darkened.

“Ohh. I, uh, I guess I did hear you then.” He chuckled, eyes darting away from you for a moment as the gears in his head spun. “I, uh… Thought I’d imagined it,”

You couldn’t help yourself.

“You think stuff like that a lot?” You prodded. “About me?”

He covered his head with a hand, still looking away.

“...Maybe?” He confessed, an embarrassed smile forced onto his face. 

You felt like american cheese on a grilling burger. Melting, stuck to the couch beneath you. 

“I just think you’re cool,” He added.

You lifted a hand to toy with the ends of his bandanna, twisting them around on your thumb.

“I think you’re cool too, Leo.”

[quitealotofsodapop]

Imagine how double heartbreaking it would be for the Noodle Gang + Macaque to watch the memories of how Wukong finds and then takes the stone egg back to his hut. The Monkey King had no way of knowing what this mysterious egg is or what creature will come out of it. Yet, he loved it immediately regardless and took it in. He would keep it clean, swaddle in blankets and pillows during cold nights. Sing and talk to it, telling it "I can't wait to get to know you once you get here!" Like a parent talking to a baby still in the safety of their mother's womb.

He was so excited, and gentle. A complete juxtaposition to how Peaches thought/feared his past self to be like. Peaches only had stories to go off of, as well as the biased perceptives of his past enemies. As he "grew up" under the care of Dadsy and Papa Tang, the Monkey King seem like such a distant figure that his baby brother was obsessed with, but he personally didn't worry about. Like, yeah, folklore figures do messed up stuff but those are all legends. No big.

Even if he never admitted it out loud, he had this fear in the back of his mind. That his past self truly was bad, a monster. All the people who knew the Monkey King personally are all unreliable narrators, so that didn't help his anxiety. And perhaps, he was scared, and maybe even unwilling to gain his memories back.

Because what if he becomes that person again. And loses his identity as Peaches. He loves being Peaches. He loves his family. What if gaining back his memories means he loses that loving family?

Prev.

All of this! ^

btw shout out to @soniclozdplove cus we be busting this au out in the dms

Peaches sees so many of his worries about "old him" get tackled inside the Scroll.

Because although Sun Wukong was hesitant to share his issues with others, he shared them with The Egg.

Wukong, watching the Egg: "You know I've been wondering... would you even like me if you knew who I was? I have done some stupid stuff in my life. I don't want any of that to affect you." Stone Egg: (*silent. Tiny brief pulse of magic glows from within*) Wukong, climbing up to curl around it: "You're right. I shouldn't let my past control my future. And you are my future." Wukong: (*rubs face against Egg affectionately*) Wukong: "I've been thinking about names recently. It's a big decision. The Stalwarts gave me my first, and Subodhi my second, and Macaque well... I've already told you how many he gave me-" Stone Egg: (*makes an almost annoyed "kick" of energy*) Wukong, laughing: "Ok, ok! I won't go off on a tangent like last time. Just know that *Peaches* is already taken, so you can't have it. Let's see..." Wukong, thinking hard: "There's one name I think would be perfect, but I want to run it by you first. I focused so much in trying to secure Heaven for my loved ones that I failed to see the Heaven before me... wish I had known that back then so you could have met him..." Wukong, wipes tear from eye: "So! How do you feel about Xiaotian?" Stone Egg: (*pulses happily*) Wukong, fond smile: "I knew you'd like it. My Little Heaven. I can't wait for you to get here. This world is so beautiful, I want to share every piece of it with you. Nothing matters more to me than that." Stone Egg: (*humming pulse of magic*) Wukong: "You're right, I'm getting sappy again... I love you, bud."

The Noodle fam stare wide-eyed at how the Monkey King had dubbed the Stone Egg the same name Peaches would suggest for his baby brother - the name MK was legally known by. How he treated the mystery egg as softly as one would a newborn baby.

The scene turns to the raging king ready to rip the Not-Mayor limb from limb - the Stone Egg held precariously in the Thrall's hand.

How the memory-stealing soup had been forced down the King's throat, the Monkey King distracted by the sounds of the egg's shell cracking prematurely.

And how he made good on his threats to the Thrall the second he heard the first cry of a newborn monkey.

How even with his memories failing; how he crawled over to shield the baby from the rain, cooing in-between worried calls for his long-lost friends and beloved.

Wukong, golden eyes streaked with tears: "Mihou! Please don't let me forget my Yuèhuā! Please! Yuèhuā!"

Macaque gasp at those words. To think he'd believed his mate willingly forgot him when the names he'd given him were the last on his lips?

The family sees how the Monkey King's last act of lucidity was to rip the royal cape from his back and wrap the little one in the red fabric. His golden eyes scanning the horizon for familiar souls.

When his mental slate had cleared, he immediately held the baby close and wandered for hours looking for someone in the direction his gold vision pointed him.

How the monkey demon suddenly paused on the road like a deer in literal headlights as a delivery truck hit the brakes to avoid collision. And how Peaches seemed to recognise the spirit of the driver before him...

Pigsy, getting out of truck: "The Diyu are you doing in the middle of the road, kid? You trying you get yourself killed?!" Peaches: (*scared/hopeful monkey noises*) Pigsy, expression softening as he inspects them: "Wait... are you... gods you're hurt. Do you got anywhere to go?" Peaches: (*thinks hard and looks down at baby in his arms, cooing sadly*) Pigsy, trying to hide worry: "Crap... look, I got a place nearby. You and the little guy need to get out of this rain and get some warm food into ya. Then we can figure... whatever the hell this is about." Peaches: (*hoots happily, following the pig man to the truck, limping from an earlier injury.*)

The memory ends, leaving the Scroll's explorers inside a vision of Pigsy's restaurant.

The memories of thousands of warm mornings and hugs, and meals rush past them. Bright and happy and oh so normal.

Sun Wukong fought for centuries to give young demons the chance to live amongst humans and celestials as equals. And that effort was not in vain as Peaches and MK grew to experience a rich childhood impossible for demons of the King's time.

So many happy memories are playing all around them that the Noodle Family are able to slow down and get a look at one another.

Peaches can't stop crying as he turns to his little brother, someone he'd thought he'd never even consider if he had kept his memories. Memories of a Him that he'd feared was an unfeeling monster. Regained memories showing a side of Sun Wukong that Peaches had not considered - that he had always been the sweet, shy, nerdy, family-driven monkey he was now.

And that he had loved his family from even before the start.

MK can't stop crying either as he slams into his big brother in a mortal-crushing hug. He had feared that Peaches wouldn't care for him if he could remember being the Monkey King. But now he had seen his goofy bog brother singing and caring for him long before MK had ever been born. That the song the Monkey King sang to the Stone Egg was the same one Peaches sang to MK when he was a baby.

Following after them is their parents, the two souls that raised them into the happy demons they are today. Turning to Pigsy and Tang, he asks something thats been plaguing him for a long time.

Peaches/Wukong: "Am I... can I still call you guys baba and dadsy?" Pigsy and Tang: (*pull their son closer to them, both teary-eyed*) Pigsy, looking Wukong in the face: "Kid, immortal monkey superhero or nothing, you're my son. My stubborn, brilliant, son who'd do anything for his family. I am proud to be your and your little brother's father." Tang, unintelligible blubbering: "I can't believe you still want to be ours! You're so wonderful! I thought you would have abandoned us after you learned who you were!" (*blows nose into tissue*) Peaches/Wukong, also blubbering: "I would never leave you! I love you guys so much!!"

Both sons and their fathers join together in tight hug. Not even godhood or the powers of the Underworld could tear them apart.

To the sidelines of this sweet scene is a shadow monkey feeling conflicted

Macaque hesitates. Although his heart ached from seeing how much Wukong still thought about and grieved for him, he still hurt him terribly. Peaches is a good man, why would he have anything to-

Peaches extends his hand out towards Macaque.

Peaches/Wukong, smiling in a painfully familiar way: "My beautiful Yuèhuā. I'm sorry I made you wait so long."

Macaque leaps forward to grasp the open hand in his own. The mated pair rub their faces against one another, cooing and chirping as they did as young loves without a care in the three realms. Regaining his memories did not quench the love in Peaches's heart, but set it aflame with the love Wukong had fostered for his lost mate for thousands of years.

Their relationship is not fully repaired no, but healing - and thats all they can hope for.

MK's indignant *chirp!* Interrupts the lovebirds' song. He empathetically points at the cracks in the universe, averting his gaze from the sappy pair.

So much joyous crying and hugging had taken place that they need to be reminded that there's still a world to save and a Lion's butt to kick.

[scuttlingcrab]

Regrets of the Living

Summary: Emmrich can barely keep himself together while Rook is trapped in the Fade. His routine is in shambles, his heart broken into a million pieces, as he tries to hold on to something, anything, to keep himself from drowning in despair.

Hello everyone! This is my first Emmrich and Dragon Age fic! Ahhhh!!! I really hope you guys like it, more to come... this damned necromancer has bewitched me, body and soul.

You can find it on AO3 too.

BTW! I'm open to receiving any/all prompts on Emmrich, so please send away! xx

Emmrich Volkarin was a man of practice. It was something he prided himself in, an attribute he knew aided most of his accomplishments throughout his time in the Mourn Watch. In truth, he had his parents to thank for that. What memories he had left of them, he clung to like an anchor. 

Their professions were not as glamorous as his current station, no, but all the same, they had approached their routines with meticulous passion. As a butcher, Emmrich’s father trimmed each slab of meat as if he was a sculptor crafting a piece for the Maker himself. And his dear mother, once a cook, prepared ordinary dishes with the care and attention befit for Nevarran royalty. He was transfixed by how they moved in perfect harmony, performing the same silent choreography day by day. 

And so, just like his parents before him, Emmrich was always the first to wake. No matter the occasion, he kept this tradition, making sure to give himself enough time to complete his own tasks before dawn broke. 

He began his mornings with exercise, of course, after getting a sufficient amount of sleep required for a man of his years. His preferred method was stretching, deep movements for flexibility, to keep him limber, his posture pristine and core in check. This was a must, he thought, there was nothing more important than being attuned to one’s body, as that itself factored into the very art of spellcasting. It baffled him how some of his esteemed colleagues failed to undertake even the most basic forms of physical activity.  

Once satisfied, he would promptly bathe, shave, and pick his wardrobe, all of which was concluded before the sun even began to peak its rays over the horizon in the lands above the Necropolis. 

Emmrich found comfort in this routine, in his solitude most of all. The stillness helped him concentrate, kept him grounded in reality as he mentally set the stage for what each day had in store. 

In the past these thoughts occupied lectures, composing bespoke lessons for his budding pupils, or perhaps even lingering on one of the recent cases of corpse whispering he had been assigned. 

Since arriving at the Lighthouse however, those thoughts had been replaced with worries about eventually fighting the Evanuris, and often simply trying to wrap his head around the ever changing fabrics of this part of the Fade he temporarily called home. 

But now… now in the days since Tearstone Island, all he could do was languish over Rook. His darling Rook. The woman who entered his life like a tempest, filling the void in his soul he never knew existed. Or perhaps he always did, but was too afraid, too much of a coward, to admit it had been there in the first place. 

Rook who was… who was gone, vanished from his life as quickly as she had appeared. 

Emmrich’s heart trembled as he went over the words he so desperately wished he could tell her. What he should have professed weeks ago. These residual emotions weighed the heaviest on his conscience, the pressure nearly crippling him. The quietude he once held so dear was deafening, replaced by the never-ending nightmares of his current reality. Of the aching loss. Plagued by his memories, his insecurities, and how he impetuously wasted his last hours with Rook on a petty squabble.

You fool. You stupid, miserable fool.  

Wake. Stretch. Bathe. Shave. Dress. 

Emmrich kept this routine as best as he could, craving the familiarity, while time moved on around him. Each day he searched for Rook, for a tear in the Fade, for a sign of his beloved. The mere thought of her ripped through the cracks of his armour like a griffon. What he had spent years building and perfecting was so easily destroyed, his heart along with it. 

Wake. Stretch. Bathe. Shave. Dress.

Repeat. 

Wake. Stretch. Bathe. Shave. Dress.

Repeat.

Wake. Stretch. Bathe. Shave. Dress.

Re…

Emmrich couldn’t remember what day it was. He had not slept, that much was for certain. His eyes were heavy, longing for a moment's respite, his movements slow and sloppy. A dull pain radiated from his tailbone, travelling up his spine and he flinched. If only he sat down, rested his head on…

“No.” He said aloud, his own voice startling him. 

He paced his room like a caged animal, focusing his attention back to the Fade. To the wretched prison that still held Rook. Emmrich had missed something. That had to be it. If only Bellara was here, he could’ve… 

Emmrich destroyed that train of thought before it became another weapon against him. He only had so much room for grief and he needed it for Rook, he owed her that much. He would mourn Bellara’s absence at another time. Properly. 

Footsteps suddenly came from the hallway, approaching his quarters. Emmrich froze, and for a fleeting moment, hope coursed through his veins as he imagined Rook barging through the threshold, toppling him with one of her many heated embraces. 

“You missed breakfast. Again. ” A voice growled, as the door creaked open.

Emmrich's world turned back to ash when it was Lucanis who peeked his head inside. 

“Oh… yes, it seems I have. Don’t trouble yourself on my behalf, please.”

Lucanis entered the room regardless of Emmrich’s protests, trudging straight towards his desk. He held a silver tray, full of porridge, assorted fruits, and some tea. He replaced the tray that already occupied the surface, which still had yesterday’s untouched meal. Lucanis let out a pained sigh. 

“If you keep this up Manfred will no longer be the only skeleton in this Lighthouse.” 

“Spare your concern for someone who needs it, Lucanis. I will eat. Later.”

Lucanis twitched slightly, his eyes flickering purple as he allowed Spite to have the next words. Emmrich bit the side of his tongue, bracing himself for what complaint they might throw at him next. 

Spite vigorously sniffed the air, scowling at Emmrich. 

“He smells worse. Sorrow. I’m sick of it.”

Emmrich tensed, his temper bubbling to the surface like some form of blight. He took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself, to cease the corruption from growing within him any further. Of course Lucanis, the others, were only doing what they thought best. They were a team who had just lost their leader, their friend… but the longer he spent dawdling about in idle conversations, listening to their qualms on his appearance, was time lost. Time wasted. He needed to focus on the Fade. On Rook. 

Lucanis twitched again as Spite promptly retreated. 

“Spite. What did I tell you?” There was a pause as both Lucanis and Emmrich waited for another jab, but there was only silence in return. “Sorry. Spite is getting testier. We all are.”

Emmrich bowed his head in agreement, watching as Lucanis slithered back towards the doorway. 

“Neve and I are leaving soon, she’s heard new reports of Solas’ movements in Minrathous. We could use–”

“Thank you, but no. I’m afraid I still have some work to do. Taash or Davrin would be better suited to accompany you for the outing.”

Lucanis’ eyebrows furrowed at Emmrich’s words, his lips tightening as he reluctantly nodded. The door slammed upon his exit, once again leaving Emmrich alone. 

When Emmrich was certain he would not be disturbed again, he dragged himself towards the desk and sagged into his red leather chair, finally succumbing to what felt like the force of the entire world on his shoulders. His eyes caught sight of the food in front of him. He lifted a spoon questionably, picking at the porridge, digging through it as if he might find some hidden answer to this madness at the bottom of the bowl. With an exasperated breath, he shoved the tray aside, burrowing his head in his hands. 

“Ugh…” A shrill sound came from behind him, “What has become of you, Volkarin?”

“Johanna, must you start?”

“I don’t know what’s worse,” Johanna began, “watching my life’s work tragically ripped from my fingertips, when I was on the cusp of greatness…” 

Emmrich’s ears were ringing, his head throbbing. The world began to spin around him, faster and faster, but he placed his hands on the desk, attempting to shake away the ailments. He reached for one of his notebooks, flipping through it as he pulled his thoughts together, refocusing on the Fade, on the task at…

“Or seeing you withering away, decaying… turning into a husk of your former self.”

Emmrich froze as he picked up a dip pen, fingers trembling as they hovered over an empty page. He could feel Johanna’s blistering stare on the back of his neck. 

“What do you hope to gain from these incessant protestations? Are you so desperate for attention that you would stoop so low, Johanna?” 

“Pah! I am only stating the obvious, as I’ve always done.” 

Emmrich squeezed the pen tighter, his fingers turning white. 

“Your feelings for that wretched woman will be your demise, Volkarin. I’m surprised it’s taken this long. Only an utter prat would allow themselves to—“

“Enough!” 

Emmrich’s voice reverberated through his chambers, slashing Johanna’s words like a knife. He had only raised his tone in front of her once in all the years they’ve known each other. He had regretted it then, but today he had no remorse. He paused, realising he was on his feet, breath ragged as if he just sprinted through the entirety of the Lighthouse and back. His vision blurred slightly and he blinked, focusing his gaze towards the fireplace to keep himself centred. 

A soft hiss came from the staircase and Emmrich turned towards it, eyes locking with Manfred. His ward stood there, watching him, mouth slightly ajar. He had not heard Manfred descend from the loft above as he carried a hefty stack of books, volumes Emmrich had requested a short time ago for more of his research. Manfred tilted his head cautiously the longer they stared at each other. 

“Hurt.” Manfred blurted. 

“Manfred, I…” 

Emmrich’s right hand felt warm, sticky. How peculiar. He glanced down only to discover his fist clenched, blood dripping on the desk, all over his notes, his books... The pen was broken in two, one end still remained lodged in his palm. The food Lucanis had so thoughtfully prepared lay strewn on the floor beside him. 

“Ah,” Emmrich whispered, his cheeks burning in shame, “what a mess I’ve made…” He opened his hand, it stung at the small movement, but he held it up towards the firelight, examining it. A minor wound, albeit reckless, no underlying tissues exposed… but it was deep, and he would need to stop the bleeding. 

Emmrich removed a handkerchief from a pocket with his uninjured hand. He carefully extracted the pen, before pressing the handkerchief to the wound. He healed himself with what available mana he had, finding that action exhausting in and of itself.

Manfred blurted out a few more noises and concerned hisses, and Emmrich ceased his movements; taking a moment to listen to him, nodding along to each point. Manfred’s worries, his unease at Emmrich’s current state… And in an instant, Emmrich’s heart softened. Looking at Manfred, a sliver of light peaked through the darkness, at what he had accomplished, of how much Manfred had grown since first floating into his life, of what he would one day become. 

“Alright.” Emmrich responded, giving into his pleas, “I shall. Yes, yes, I know. Thank you, Manfred.”

Emmrich retreated towards the back of the room, standing underneath the staircase. He faced the far end of his bookshelf, reaching towards a small golden skeleton bust. He pulled it towards him and it clicked. The bookshelf slid open with a low rumble, showcasing a small hallway that led to his bedchamber. He took a step forward, but not without stopping to look over his shoulder. Manfred was already by his desk, rushing to clean up the disorder he left behind without an ounce of judgment. Emmrich smiled softly to himself and continued inside.

His bedchamber was spacious, and decorated just as lavishly as the main area of his quarters. The room had a few circular windows, looking out into the expanse of the Fade that surrounded the Lighthouse. A large canopy bed sat at one end of the room, with thick lilac coloured curtains draped around it. The other end contained his lavatory, complete with a clawfoot tub, sink, and freestanding mirrors. 

As Emmrich walked towards the sink to wash away the blood, he halted, unexpectedly catching sight of his reflection in one of the mirrors. He gasped at the unrecognisable man who stood gawking back at him, at the state of himself, convinced it was some sort of sick farce, an illusion. His eyes first went to his clothes, how wrinkled they had become, how dirty. He cared for this ensemble once, how… how did he let it get to such a state? His shirt, which used to be a tight fit around his lean shoulders, hung over his frame slightly. He moved to his face, his eyes were hollower, dark circles carved under them… he raised his hands to his cheeks, his jaw, now covered in patchy stubble, weeks of growth left unattended. And his hair… unbrushed, frantic, maddening… he wouldn’t be surprised if he had gone greyer in the weeks that have passed.

Emmrich reached for his razor out of instinct, but stopped himself. Sleep beckoned him, his fingers quivering, eyes barely able to stay open. He needed to rest. He wouldn't be much good to anyone, to Rook, if he let himself continue to wilt. He washed his hands instead, changing into a fresh pair of clothes and collapsed into bed. 

---

Emmrich woke with a start, his shirt sticking to his damp skin, heart pounding against his chest. The same nightmare plagued him still. In his slumber he heard Rook sobbing, heard her pleading, to someone, something… he tried to reach her, convinced he could see her in front of him, standing alone against the bleakness of the Fade. But when Emmrich reached out to grab Rook, to pull her towards him… he was yanked back, forced to awaken.

As he lay there, taking a moment to recuperate, goosebumps sprouted on his arms, a chill running through his entire body. There was a shift in the air around him, a slight electricity buzzing, and that’s when he heard it. 

Rook’s voice. It continued to echo around him, as if she was slightly out of view. 

Emmrich pranced out of bed, nearly falling flat on his face as he quickly dressed, throwing on what available clothes were in front of him. He passed by Manfred as he ran out of his bedchamber. 

“Manfred! Assemble the others. Hurry! Tell them it’s Rook. I know how to find her.” 

Emmrich didn’t wait for Manfred’s response, he was already sprinting from his room, jumping down the steps as he approached the Lighthouse’s main library. 

He continued following Rook’s voice, so distant, as if an echo, finding his way to the music room. He came to a halt when he saw the grand piano. The instrument pulsed dangerously, vibrant colours sprouting from an irregularity as it resonated with the Fade. 

Taash was the first to appear, entering the room with a weapon held high, on the off chance there might be a fight ahead of them. Davrin, Lucanis, and Neve quickly followed suit, stopping near the threshold as they gaped in unison at the piano. 

“Quickly, Neve! We need to start probing… it’s thinner there, by the piano.”

“You better be right,” interjected Taash. 

“I’m certain of it.” 

Rook’s crying continued, her inaudible words intertwined with the pulsing hum of the piano. 

Neve’s eyes widened when she heard it and approached Emmrich’s side, positioning herself as she prepared her mana.

It happened in a blur, the magic coursed through his fingertips as he poured his entire heart and soul towards the piano. A light formed in front of them, growing bigger, and bigger, until it formed an opening wide enough for maybe one or two of them to enter. 

Without hesitation, Emmeric jumped towards the light, plunging both of his hands inside. There was a moment, when his limbs were merely suspended, floating in nothingness, until he felt someome grab hold of him. Rook. It had to be Rook. Lucanis soon appeared, and then Taash, grasping her arms. And together they pulled, and pulled… 

The light spit Emmrich, Lucanis, and Taash out, causing them to land on their backs and Rook on her knees beside them.

The opening instantly collapsed upon itself, vanishing in nothing more than a fizzle. There was a pause as Emmrich sat up, staring at Rook with concern. She was a bloody mess, wounds from the fight with Ghilan'nain still very fresh. Her dark brown hair was matted against her forehead, long scratches lined her cheeks, and her left shoulder lay slumped at her side.

Rook in turn inspected the room, meeting the gazes of the other companions huddling around her, until she eventually landed on Emmrich. He held his breath as the world slowed around him, as they stared at each other, their glances worth a thousand words, another thousand apologies. Rook attempted to smile, but the expression only looked pained, forced, her eyes dark with grief. 

She immediately fell towards Emmrich, hiding her face in his chest. He could only hold her in return, careful not to hurt her, to cause her any more discomfort. She began to shake uncontrollably as Emmrich registered she was sobbing. 

“Oh, my darling…” He whispered. 

A knot formed in Emmrich’s throat listening to Rook weep, feeling her tremble against him with each surge of anguish. He was convinced his heart would've been restored at Rook’s return, but it was only broken again, shattered into a million pieces at her suffering.

---

Emmrich watched over Rook as she dozed off, as her chest rose and fell, like the softest wave against the Nevarran Coast. After bathing and dressing her wounds, she slept soundlessly, at peace with whatever horrors she had faced alone in the Fade.  

Rook insisted Emmrich stay, until she fell asleep at least, and naturally he obliged, pulling up a seat next to the chaise lounge in her room. Not only would he remain at her side, but he’d be there all night if she needed him to.  

Emmrich told himself he remained to reassure Rook, that if she woke, he’d be there to support her, to ease her back from any night terror she might've had, but… the reality was, Emmrich stayed to comfort himself most of all, to make sure they would never be separated again. 

Later, when Emmrich was positive Rook would not stir, he finally allowed himself to weep, crying silently in his palms as a plethora of emotions unraveled all at once. Nearly a month's worth of pent up frustrations, anger, resentments, sadness, longing... 

But Rook was alive. That's all that mattered. She had returned. 

Tomorrow Emmrich’s routine would begin anew, and he would confess everything to her.

He had to be brave. To be stronger. 

For Rook.  

For them.

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

My request could also work with carmy and Michael too btw 👀🤭 whatever tickles your muse

There Goes That Dream.

carmy berzatto x female reader, michael berzatto x female reader

warnings - pure angst. sorry about this. happy valentines day!

masterlist. inbox. valentines masterlist.

“What’s on your mind, Bear?”

Michael has been watching his little brother carefully for the last thirty minutes. Carmy’s deep in thought, lip bitten between his teeth, eyes unfocused and dissociated.

“Nothin.”

“Right.”

Michael doesn’t say anything else, just allows Carmy to sit in the silence for a minute. He knows he’ll have to fill it eventually.

“Just thinking about Valentine’s.”

“Uh oh,” Mikey laughs, shoving his brother’s shoulder. “You having big feelings, bud?”

“Shut up,” Carmy grumbles, leaning back against the kitchen counter. “I’m thinking about asking someone out, but I’ve left it too late. It’s literally tomorrow.”

“Dude. That means it isn’t too late. You’ve still got loads of time.”

Carmy looks over to where you’re laughing with Natalie, both of you giggling over something she’s showing you on her phone. It’s always been like this, for as long as he can remember. You slotted right into the Berzatto family as if it was your last name too.

Carmen fell in love with you that day. He’s loved you every day since.

It’s been ten years, give or take. He’s learned to live with the fact that he loves you, the way people adjust to new climates, or life altering injuries. He knows he has no choice but to carry on.

For the first time in what feels like forever, you’re both single. Unattached to anyone, ready for a new connection. And if that isn’t a sign from the universe, Carmy doesn’t know what is. He’s sick of waiting, sick of pretending like he wouldn’t take a bullet for you at any given moment. He figures it’s now or never. He’s waited long enough.

“Carmen,” Michael says firmly, shaking him back to reality. “Whoever it is - she’s a lucky girl. The worst thing that can happen is that she says no. You’ll be okay.”

Carmy nods, knowing that his brother doesn’t understand, not really - but he’s trying to. You’re not just some girl. You’re the girl.

“Yeah, okay. I’m gonna do it. Later tonight, I think.”

“Good man.”

Mikey leaves him alone, smacking him on the back as he goes. Carmy’s buzzing with anticipation, ready to finally commit to the one thing he’s thought about doing every single day for the better part of a decade.

He stands in the kitchen for a while, trying to concoct the perfect plan. Eventually, he figures that it is literally now or never… and he has to choose now. He makes his way out to the living room and over to Natalie.

“Sugar, have you seen-”

“She’s outside. Out front.”

She already knows who he’s looking for. Because he’s only ever looking for you.

Carmy swings open the front door, ready to yell your name, when he sees you.

You’re sat on the curb, with Mikey next to you. You look like you’re deep in conversation, your eyes never leaving the older man’s face. Carmy figures you’ll be done soon, so he waits on the front step for you.

You laugh, and Mikey gets closer to you, so your thighs are pressed together on the cold sidewalk. Your eyes are still on his, and there’s this look that Carmy can’t quite place. He’s never seen it before, but it’s intense - focused, grounded, warm. There’s a feeling in the pit of his stomach, suddenly. He doesn’t like it.

Michael cups your face in his hands, and Carmy knows exactly what’s about to happen. He can’t look away, no matter how badly he wants to.

You meet him halfway, leaning in to kiss him with a passion that can only be created by time. Yearning, pining, waiting - that’s what this kiss is. It’s an amalgamation of patience.

You separate, lungs heaving, beaming grin on both of your faces.

“I’ve been waiting for you to do that for so long,” Carmy hears you say. “Years, Mikey.”

You’re both laughing, blissfully unaware of Carmen’s heart shattering into a thousand pieces mere feet away.

Michael was wrong, earlier. The worst thing that could happen is this.

[lume-ish]

I've got a funny little theory

spoilers for tadc ep 5 btw

Guys Guys

What if Jax caused Ribbit to abstract.

Idk if anyone else has had this theory (i dont really interact with the tadc fandom that much), if someone has and I'm just repeating stuff then thats my bad.

Ok so I don't have a lot of evidence for this, a lot of this is just sort of "this feels right", l so take all of this with a spoonful of salt. I'll do my best to explain my thinking.

So.

In Episode 5 we learn that Jax had a friend (probably Ribbit) and that friend has abstracted. We also see Ragatha slowly begin to lose her patience and later lose her temper.

Something that kind of stuck out to me about this episode that I haven't really been able to stop thinking about is the interaction between Ragatha and Jax, the "Not anymore" part.

Now this might just be me, and I'm pretty bad at social cues anyway so heres why the salt's needed. The way she said it felt almost accusatory. Idk if thats the right word to put it, and we also are missing a lot of context. But its also the first time we've seen Ragatha make a deliberately "mean" comment. Even though she tries to explain afterwards that it wasn't meant to be taken that way.

It's also the first time in the episode where we see her actually kind of mad. Not mad mad, but she does look mad. Like a smaller version of the kind of angry that causes her to lash out later on.

Now I can't tell if she's looking at Pomni or just looking away in that shot but it looks like she's looking at Pomni. I mean I doubt she wanted Jax to hear anyway but something about it feels a little like schoolyard gossip yknow? like"don't play with little timmy, little timmy will bite you". Like what she was trying to say was "Yea, he used to have a friend, before he went too far"

"The first steps of a budding friendship, right Ragatha?" would also hit different with this context.

But I also think, if Jax really did cause Ribbit to abstract then why do the others put up with him? Why does Caine? If one of the members has already purposefully caused one of the other contestants to abstract then why keep that risk around? I thinkg Zooble especially would be far more antagonist towards Jax.

And yeah, this could also be summed up to them just learning to deal with Jax/putting up with him cause they're stuck with him for forever. But Idk I feel like Caine cares enough about the members to not leave a threat like that there? I mean he locks the abstractions away why couldn't he do the same to Jax?

So staying with that train of thought I think that yeah, it was Jax's fault. But what if Jax didn't think Ribbit would actually abstract.

Like he says "You guys all take this place way too seriously".

Like wouldn't that kind of fit what we've seen of Jax's character so far? Like yeah the 2 were friends, but being freinds doesn't mean you can't hurt eachoher. What if Jax did or said something, crossed a line, or what if he didn't do something? I doubt he was the type of friend that was a shoulder to cry on. Especially if Ribbit was anything like Jax.

Idk I think Jax feeling guilty instead of just sad also fits more too. I also think it'd be interesting story wise.

Jax caused the one person he considered a friend to basically die and not knowing how/or wanting to deal with the guilt and grief that comes from that, he continues doing what he's good at. Being an asshole.

Maybe thats part of why the rest of the members still semi-put up with him, even after causing Ribbit to abstract.

This also changes things for Ragatha, like with that context the moments where Ragatha's trying to befriend Pomni feel so much more idk desperates not the right word but it's close enough.

Yes she's lonely, she wants a friend and to make connections with the rest of the members, and she also doesnt want to watch another one of Jax's friends abstract cause of his stupid ego.

It adds a little layer of complexity to that last scene where she watches them leave too.

idkidk maybe this is nonsense, watch it get debunked in the next episode.

This theory is held together with red string and loose notecards don't take it too seriously.