#Ayyy plot time!!!

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The void umbreon wooshes quickly towards the giant ball of gas. Somehow...

They stopped suddenly until-

A mew blocked their way and smacked the umbreon in their face. Cygnus got throwed back. They rubbed their nose because of that hit.

???: "I supposed you could find another wild star to eat"

Cygnus: "Are you crazy?! You council folks fucking marked almost all stars restricted ones!"

???: "The council did not. You're just the one who still wants to get your paws on the restricted stars"

Cygnus: "YOU PRICKS"

> The mew is open for interactions.

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Toji Fushiguro

Pairing: Actor!Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader

Warnings: MDNI!, smut, oral sex (m. receiving), spitting, vaginal sex, creampie, angst, family fluff, toji has like 50 kids (4) and tries to be a good dad

Summary: Toji's selfishness is getting in the way of your family. When he notices that your family is slowly falling apart, he does what he can to hold it together.

*Actually a long oneshot! for @ayyy-pee's collab

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“ACTOR TOJI FUSHIGURO SPOTTED GETTING A LITTLE TOO COZY WITH NEW CO-STAR”

The headlines are everywhere, it’s nearly impossible for you to ignore them. It’s not only the headlines but the pictures, the videos, the talk shows, the clear chemistry between them– And if that isn’t enough, the messages and calls you receive asking if you’re okay, are driving you insane. You don’t know how much more you can take of this.

Toji wanted to venture out of his usual villain role, wanting to do something more lighthearted, more fun. Whenever he’d audition for anything where he wasn’t the bad guy, he would get a simple answer: you’re not the guy we’re looking for. Truth is, Toji is too intimidating and lacks the look of the perfect picture man that they’re looking to cast in romcoms. You aren’t going to lie and say that you were bothered by this, because in fact, you were glad he wasn’t.

As selfish as it sounds, you were happy with the fact that Toji was getting stuck in the same villain roles. He’s already famous enough, and you have more than enough money, he doesn’t really need the lead role since it means that he’ll spend even more time away from his family. But you lie to yourself because if he got the lead in any other movie, you’d be ecstatic for him. 

The dreaded day came, and Toji got a call from his agent. An offer for a lead role in a new and upcoming romcom. It was hard for you to be happy for him, even though your husband was so excited to venture out of his usual character. ‘He’s going to kiss someone else’ was the first thought that came into your mind, and then you realized that movies nowadays are so much more explicit than just a kiss. 

Toji wasn’t supposed to, but he told you about a couple of things in the movie. He was so excited, and he couldn’t keep a thing from his wife. He told you of the characters, the plot, the scenes he was most excited about and the scenes he was worried about– The steamy scenes where Toji will be stripped to nothing with his tongue down another woman’s throat. 

Jealousy would consume you for the next months, realizing that your husband is going to pretend to be with some other woman; however, you can’t be too mad, since it’s all just happening in front of a camera. You’re the only woman Toji loves, you know so. You shouldn’t take this too seriously.

Until the relationship came off the cameras because the pair has undeniable chemistry, and the directors thought that hinting they were having an affair would make for great promo. You nearly begged Toji not to do it, but he didn’t listen. He wants to ensure the movie’s success, which you understand but it’s humiliating for you and your family.

You’re upset with him, and Toji knows this, but he’s allowed to be selfish. He’s wanted this, and he’ll do just about anything to make sure everything goes smoothly, he can risk having you mad at him for a few months. Although, he’ll admit that it sucks because you’re so cold with him.

“How about we take the kids and go out for dinner tonight?” Toji asks, watching as you get out of the bathroom with nothing but a towel. He wants to go on a date with just the two of you, but he also misses his kids. It doesn’t matter what Toji suggests either way, because you ignore him. He clears his throat, repeating, “How about we go out for dinner?”

“Huh?” You respond, acting as if you hadn’t heard him before, and Toji doesn’t know whether to laugh or roll his eyes. Toji repeats the question a third time and you proceed to answer, “I’m going out tonight, I can’t.”

“What are you and the kids doing?” Toji questions, wondering why he wasn’t invited. He guesses he knows why, but you should’ve at least tried to make the effort since it involves your kids.

“I’m going out, the kids are staying with the nanny.” You tell him, which makes his eyebrows perk up. Toji stands up from the bed, walking over to you. He hugs you from behind, planting a kiss on your shoulder.

“How about we–” He begins but you proceed to cut him off before he can even finish his sentence.

“I’m going out with friends. Without you.” You answer, removing Toji’s arms from your waist. You walk to the closet to find your outfit for the night, and Toji can’t seem to leave you alone, following behind you like a lost puppy. 

“You don’t have to be so cold.” He argues, and you pay no attention to him. You were clear that you didn’t want this to go this far, yet he let it happen. You can be as mad as you want to be with him. “What are you planning to do anyway? Cause a scandal to get back at me?”

“I’m allowed to have fun, am I not, Toji?” You respond. You simply want to go out without thinking of your husband and all the embarrassment his job is bringing. If it causes a scandal, then so be it.

“Then why are you so set on going alone?” He replies, and you scoff. You can’t believe the audacity.

“I just want to be away from you because you humiliate me.” You finally look at him, shooting him a glare. It shouldn’t hurt because he’s caused his own problems, but it still hurts to hear that from his wife, “I was upset about the movie, sure, but I knew you wanted to do it so I bit my tongue. This publicity stunt is too far, and I told you not to do it over and over again, but you did it. Fine. You’re an adult.”

“And? You know it’s not real.” He argues, which only ticks you off more. You won’t raise your voice because your children are wide awake, and you don’t want them to hear as you yell at their father.

“Do you know how many pity messages I’ve gotten? The amount of calls? I’m just the poor victim to all of them, and also the stupid woman that won’t leave her husband.” You respond, and he opens his mouth to argue that it’ll be over soon. In a couple of months the truth will come to light and everything will go back to normal. “The kids are getting teased about it too. Megumi is old enough to know it’s a stunt, but the other three aren’t.”

“What do you mean the two year old and five year old are also affected by this?” He questions in a mocking tone, which tells you that he isn’t fully believing you. You feel your blood boil, and you take a deep breath to keep yourself calm. You’re not letting him get the best of you.

“Well, considering that the ten year old can’t keep his mouth shut and tells the other two that mommy and daddy are getting a divorce, I’d say yes, they are affected by this.” You try to remain stoic, keeping your voice low and calm. Toji bites down his lip, his eyes going wide at the realization that his ten year old refusing to talk to him wasn’t just a simple tantrum. “I tried to tell him that everything is fine between us, but he didn’t exactly believe me.”

“Is that why they’re refusing to talk to me?” Toji’s demeanor changes, becoming somber in a matter of seconds. You end up shrugging, not really knowing why your son is acting the way he is, but you can only assume it’s because of it. 

“I’m not sure. Probably.” You don’t care to really find a solution to his problems since you’re upset with him too. He needs to realize that his actions not only affect him but also his family. You watch as the man walks over to the bed to take a seat and think of what to do with this new piece of information. And while you’re mad at him, you still love him and want to help him out one way or another. You focus on getting yourself ready while you tell him, “How about you take them out tonight? Explain to them that everything is fine between us and–”

“Will you come with us?” He interrupts you, making you click your tongue.

“I’m going out, you can deal with the issues that you’ve caused, alone.” You answer, and Toji furrows his eyebrows. He knows that he can’t exactly be too mad at you because you’re right, he caused his own problems. “Take them somewhere to eat, watch a movie with them, play with them. I don’t know. I’m laying it all out for you, Toji. You can decide what’s best.”

“What about you?” He asks, and you don’t even care to entertain him, sitting in front of your vanity to do your makeup. Toji has to repeat himself, and you sigh.

“Figure it out.” 

“Ryo, are you ready?!” Toji yells down the hallway, but his ten-year-old doesn’t answer. Toji simply goes ignored, and the man tries to remain calm. Getting mad isn’t going to do him any good, yelling angrily at his son isn’t going to make Ryo any less mad. 

You left around thirty minutes ago, and Toji spent the entire time trying to convince you to stay; however, his efforts were in vain. You didn’t care enough to listen which shouldn’t really shock him, he’s still upset though. After you left, he began getting his daughters ready to go out, telling his sons to put on something comfortable since they’re going out to dinner.

Now that both of his girls are ready, he’s simply waiting on his sons. Toji knows that Megumi is somewhat ready, but he isn’t sure about Ryo. 

“Aimi, baby, can you wait downstairs while I check on your brother?” Toji asks his five-year-old, and she nods in response. Toji has to talk to his son alone, but he can’t do so with the two-year-old that’s on his hip. He knows that Aimi isn’t going to cause any trouble, but the little one that he holds is either going to get hurt or cause a big mess. He’s dismissed the nanny, and he can’t exactly leave her alone with Aimi. 

Before making his way to Ryo’s room, Toji walks over to Megumi’s door. He harshly knocks on the door and puts Emi down in front of it, as if Toji were the stork himself. Emi is about to run after her papa but Megumi opens the door, and she squeals when she sees her beloved older brother.

“What?!” Megumi yells down the hallway when he spots his father. Megumi picks up Emi from the floor, ensuring that she doesn’t run away.

“I’m going to talk to Ryo! Make sure she doesn’t get hurt!” Toji responds, and Megumi sighs. Not that he particularly minds, but Toji could’ve at the very least waited until Megumi had her in his arms. Megumi clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment before telling his sister,

“What are we going to do with him?” And she shrugs in response.

“I don’t know.” She answers, which makes Megumi laugh. He walks out of the room and goes downstairs to join his other sister. 

Toji stands in front of Ryo’s door. He knocks but he’s met with no response. Toji isn’t willing to respect his kids’ privacy, not when he pays for everything they have. Toji opens the door to the room, finding Ryo in his pajamas, playing with his console. Perhaps this would be the perfect time to have a heart-to-heart with his son, explain everything that’s going on– But would Toji really think of that right away?

“Change. We’re going out.” It’s an order, and Ryo doesn’t like it. He’s about to ignore Toji but Toji snatches the console that’s in the boy’s hands. “Don’t act like a fucking brat. Change. We’ve taught you better.”

“I’m staying with mom.” Ryo mutters, angrily getting out of bed to do as his father says. Toji won’t lie and say that the words don’t hurt him, but he remains stoic. 

“Hurry up. Your siblings are waiting.” Toji says before leaving the room, the console in his hand. He has to hide it before leaving.

“No more.” Emi pushes her plate away after taking a few bites of the food she ordered. She’s barely eaten, Toji wants to make sure that at the very least she finishes a chicken tender. 

“Can you at least finish this, please? You’ve barely eaten, princess.” Toji asks her, but she shakes her head. Toji has to find a way to bribe her, but first he has to deal with Megumi and Aimi who bicker about… Something.

“Chew with your mouth closed, don’t be gross.” Megumi corrects her, but Aimi isn’t going to listen to someone who isn’t her mother… Occasionally she listens to Toji, but it’s rare.

“I don’t care!” She yells, and Toji’s face slowly gets red with embarrassment. People are slowly looking at the table– It’s funny because he really thought that having Megumi here would be useful. Instead, he’s yelling back and forth with his five-year-old sister.

“You’re nasty, Aimi!”

“Your face is nasty!”

“Will you two quiet down?!” Toji half yells. His eyes linger on Megumi, “Remind me how old you are.”

“Sixteen.” Megumi answers, reality setting in when he says his age. His cheeks slowly turn pink as he waits for his father to say his next sentence.

“And you’re arguing with a five-year-old? Loudly, in a restaurant, dare I add.” Toji says, and Megumi pushes his plate away because he’s suddenly lost his appetite. Toji hadn’t realized just how hard it was to deal with all four kids without any help– Well, three kids since Ryo isn’t talking. He’s not doing anything. Toji clears his throat before asking, “Do you like the food, Ryo?”

Ryo doesn’t answer, and it’s slowly driving Toji to his limit. He’s talking to everybody but Toji, the moment Toji addresses him, he goes silent. Toji looks at Megumi and points at Emi, “Get your sister to eat.”

“Ryo, talk to me. Your mom and I are fine.” Toji claims, but Ryo doesn’t say anything because things clearly aren’t fine– After all, everyone is talking about it. Toji is essentially ruining the family by running off with his co-star.

“Ryo, do you want my leftovers?” Aimi asks her big brother and he hums in response, taking the plate from her. Toji takes a deep breath to remain calm. Ryo technically didn’t even say a word, he just hummed in response, Toji can’t be mad about that. Then Aimi asks, “Do you think daddy will get dessert? I think they have ice cream.”

“The key lime pie is better, plus we have ice cream at home.” Ryo argues and Toji gets an idea on how to get his son to talk to him.

“Do you really want the key lime pie? I thought you liked cheesecake better.” Toji comments, and Ryo doesn’t answer. He proceeds to talk to his little sister, and Toji can’t take it. He slams his hand on the table and causes a scene, “For fuck’s sake, Ryo! Don’t ignore me!”

If all eyes weren’t on them before, they definitely are now. The cherry on top is Megumi who tells Emi, “See, he’s going to do that to you if you don’t finish what’s on your plate.”

Emi begins to cry her little heart out, and Toji lets out the biggest sigh. Curse the day he decided to have kids.

“I’m not going to do anything to you, Emi.” Toji says, but she’s crying and stuffing her face out of fear. Everyone is looking at him, some people surely recognize him. At least this fits the narrative that his family is falling apart, and while it was all a stunt at first, it’s starting to feel real.

It’s his fault, he can’t blame anyone else but himself.

“Finish up, we’re going home.” Toji sounds defeated, and he is. Taking the kids out to dinner should not be this hard. 

“What about dessert?” Aimi’s voice is filled with disappointment.

“Dessert isn’t happening because you kids don’t know how to behave.” Toji answers, and Aimi crosses her arms, a pout on her lips. Toji wanted to make things better with his kids, but unknowingly, he’s made them worse.

“Night, night, princess.” Toji kisses Aimi’s forehead, but she doesn’t care to even acknowledge him. She doesn’t say anything, turning to her side so she doesn’t have to look at him. Toji sighs, “You’re ignoring me too, huh?”

She doesn’t say anything, which doesn’t really upset Toji. She’s just mad that she didn’t get dessert, tomorrow she’ll be fine with him again. He kisses her temple before telling her, “I love you.”

He knows waiting for an answer is useless, so he turns off the lamp and walks out of the door. Aimi will eventually get out of bed and run after him to apologize because she feels bad since she loves her daddy so much. 

Toji closes the door, and he looks for Ryo’s console. Once the console is in his hand, Toji goes to his son’s room. Toji doesn’t bother knocking because he knows he won’t get a response. Ryo has the lights turned off, trying to sleep since there’s nothing better for him to do. But Toji knows that the child isn’t sleeping, he’s just like you, he tosses and turns a million times in the night before actually succumbing to slumber.

“Here’s the console, kiddo. Thanks for going out with us tonight.” Toji says, putting the console on Ryo’s dresser before walking over to his side to press a kiss on Ryo’s temple. Toji hears some sniffling coming from his son, which makes the man want to fall to his knees and cry as well. 

Toji has four kids, he’s heard them cry many times before for trivial things. He’s never really felt this before with one of them because he really wasn’t at fault. He was doing things for their own good… But this time he’s doing all of this for his own selfish reasons. 

“My baby boy, please talk to me.” Toji kneels down by the bed, hoping that his son will finally say something to him. It’s killing him slowly, he just wants to talk to him. Toji doesn’t want his kid to hate him, but it feels like Ryo is slowly getting there.

“I don’t want you and mommy to get a divorce.” Ryo finally speaks up, and Toji’s heart breaks when he hears him call you mommy, considering Ryo started calling you mom the day he turned eight. Toji stops kneeling, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. 

“Everything is fine between me and your mommy.” Toji says although it’s hard to believe. They’re not fine, but you’re not getting a divorce either. “We just have to talk things out, but we’re not getting a divorce.”

“All of my friends are talking about you and how you two will end up splitting.” Ryo finally sits up on the bed, and Toji doesn’t really understand why this is even a topic of conversation for Ryo’s friends, but it is and Toji has to deal with it. “And it’s your fault.”

It is, Toji can’t really say otherwise. But he isn’t splitting up the family– At least not by having an affair like the news claim.

“Ryo, I promise you that your mom and I are not splitting up.” Toji tries to reassure his son, but Toji isn’t all too sure himself. “We are having some issues, but it’s not because of what your friends are telling you. What they’re telling you is not real.”

“But–” He’s about to keep going but Toji has to cut him off. Toji can’t keep defending himself, he keeps using the same argument over and over again and he doesn’t know how many times he can actually say the same words.

“Did you ask your mommy about this?” Toji asks, and his son nods in response. Ryo has asked a million times and you always have the same answer. 

“Yeah… She said that you two were okay.” He replies, yet he doesn’t believe a single word of it. Toji is growing frustrated, but he can’t let it show. His whole job is to pretend to be someone else, to act out certain feelings and suppress the actual emotions that run through his body, he should be able to do that, right?

“Then why don’t you believe us? Your friends don’t know what’s happening in our relationship.” Toji points out, but that’s not enough for Ryo.

“I know mommy was lying.” 

“What do you mean? Did she tell you she was lying?” Toji’s confused. Ryo is ten, he’s not smart enough to spot a lie, especially from you. You’re a damn good actress, when you show your emotions it’s on purpose, and Toji doubts you were purposely showing your emotions.

“I was going to ask her something and I saw her crying…” Ryo confesses, and Toji furrows his eyebrows. He’s certainly hasn’t heard that, but Toji clears his throat before arguing,

“You do know that your mom has a completely different life and she could’ve been crying for something that doesn’t involve me, right?” Toji is sure that the crying had to do with him, but he isn’t going to let that be known. Ryo nods in response, since what his father says does make sense. Toji ruffles his son’s hair before kissing his forehead, “Next time you’re mad at me, don’t give me the silent treatment.”

“I won’t.” Ryo answers, although neither of them are too sure that he’ll keep up with his word. Toji stands up and gives the gaming console to his son, and Ryo wastes no time in taking it. 

“You can stay up late tonight.” Toji tells him, which puts a smile on his face. Toji also walks away with a smile on his lips, feeling victorious after getting his son to talk to him. Toji exits the room, gently shutting the door behind him.

Toji begins his walk to Megumi’s room, planning to check up on him. However, when his hand touches the doorknob, he feels a pair of tiny arms wrap around his leg. He looks down to find his five-year-old hugging him. He chuckles, “What’s up, Aimi?”

“Papa, I’m sorry. I love you too.” Tears are streaming down her face, feeling guilty about not telling her daddy that she loves him back. Toji picks her up from the ground, wiping her tears away and kissing her cheek.

“My little princess, I’ll get you some ice cream tomorrow.” He assures her, rubbing her back. She continues to wipe her tears because once they begin, they’re hard to stop. He takes her back to her room, reads her a story and puts her to bed once again. 

Toji continues what he was doing, checking up on his kids before going to bed himself. He waits for you, but it gets late. His eyes are closing on their own and before he knows it, he falls asleep. He’s getting old.

“Toji, baby–” You’re calling out to him. It takes a moment for him to open his eyes, but they open rapidly when he feels you kissing his cheeks. It’s definitely nice to feel you kissing him after barely acknowledging him the last couple of days. Still, he can’t help but question,

“Are you drunk?” You keep kissing him. He doesn’t smell any alcohol on your breath, but that doesn’t really answer anything. He feels your hand go down his torso to his sweatpants. You’re just incredibly horny, that’s a good enough reason. Your hand goes to his sweatpants, wrapping around the base of his cock before lazily stroking it. “What happened to you? What have you done to my wife?”

“I just need you. Need you so bad.” You say in between kisses. Your lips are on his neck, and Toji really can’t complain. He misses your touch so much– But what the hell happened to you? You were barely talking to him a couple of hours ago; either you’re on something or something happened to you.

“What happened, baby?” He stops you. Your hand comes out of his hands and you get on top of him. Your lips go on his, your tongue quickly entering his mouth and pressing against his. You’re avoiding the answer, and Toji grows worried. You’re grinding on him, and it’s hard for him to have a clear mind when all the blood rushes to his dick. He doesn’t remember the last time he touched you. You’ve been so mad at him that you shut him down the moment that he initiates something.

Toji wants to enjoy it, and his body is but his mind thinks about the fact that nothing has been solved. He’s not done anything to apologize to you, so he immediately thinks that you’ve done something. It takes every bit of him to push you away even though he doesn’t want to. You’re so gorgeous while you’re on top of him like this, that he doesn’t want to ask the question but he has to, “What did you do?”

“What do you mean what did I do?” You furrow your brows, and Toji clicks his tongue. He can’t believe that you’re initiating something and he’s stopping it. One week ago he would’ve been beating himself up for passing up on this opportunity, but he has to know why you changed your mind. 

“You’ve been mad at me, and now you’re all over me when I haven’t apologized.” Toji points out, and you suck in your bottom lip between your teeth. That confirms that you’ve done something bad, and his heart beat speeds up, thinking of the worst.

“I met a guy…” You begin and Toji’s heart breaks. He doesn’t need to hear the rest of it because he knows. Tears well up in his eyes and he tries to take a deep breath. Yeah, he knew his actions would have consequences but not this. “We flirted a bit, just having fun and then he invited me back to his place–”

“You don’t have to–” Toji is about to cut you off, and he’s reasonably thinking the worst.

“I didn’t go back with him. I remembered the amazing husband I have, how much I love him, how amazing he is at everything he does. I wasn’t going to risk losing you even though I’m mad at you.” You have to interrupt him before he gets into his head. You press a subtle kiss on his jaw before your lips go to his ear, “But if you see some headlines tomorrow, don’t get mad at me.”

“You scared the shit out of me.” He chuckles. He guesses he’s getting a taste of his own medicine, but he’s not mad after his initial scare. Your lips go back on his, but they don’t last long before moving down his neck and torso. Your mouth kisses to his nipple, your tongue circling around it which makes him bite down his lip. 

Toji is sensitive. Just about anything will make him cum. You continue to kiss down his body until his sweatpants obstruct your path. You desperately push them down, while Toji reaches for the lamp to turn it on. He has a particular love for watching you while you take care of him.

Your hand wraps around the base while you spit on his cock. You stroke his cock a couple of times before your tongue circles the tip of his cock. You take your time working him up before you lower your mouth on his cock, taking in as much as you can take.

If Toji had known that this is how his night would’ve ended by letting you go out, he wouldn’t have tried to talk you out of it. A pathetic moan leaves his lips, feeling your warm mouth wrapped around him. He’s missed this, fuck. 

He wants to push your head down, forcing you to take all of him– Which he normally does, but it’s not going to end well. Toji knows well that you’ll stop, and he won’t risk that tonight. This is a sweet treat that he doesn’t deserve, he’s not going to risk losing it. 

You try to take all of him in your mouth either way, tears building up in your eyes as you gag, eventually spilling and messing up the makeup that was already coming apart. This is what Toji loves, watching the makeup that you work so hard on, fall apart just for him. And you do it because you want to. Because you love the taste of him on your tongue.

You take him out of your mouth, using your hand to stroke his cock. Toji’s moaning with your every touch, it’s hard not to. You’re just so fucking perfect with everything you do that it’s hard for him to contain himself.

“Baby, please–” He sounds so pathetic. Toji is usually much meaner in this situation, but circumstances have obviously changed. He just wants to feel your mouth wrapped around his cock. “Use your mouth, baby. Please–”

“How can I say no to you?” You chuckle before your mouth wraps around his cock again. You take as much as you can take, your hand stroking what your mouth can’t reach. He’s shutting his eyes, moaning your name as his climax approaches. 

His cum hits the back of your throat, and you raise your head. You swallow it, sticking your tongue out so he can check it. Toji sits up, his hand going down to your chin, thumb into your mouth. The bit of submissiveness that you had witnessed quickly fades. 

“Who’s my good girl?” He asks, your tongue circling around his thumb. He wants to know what happened that has you so aroused, but as long as you didn’t get physical, he doesn’t care. He takes his thumb out, a string of your saliva connecting it to your lips. He orders, “Open your mouth.”

As soon as your mouth opens, he spits in it. You don’t waste a second before swallowing. Toji lips meet yours again, his tongue messily entering your mouth and pressing against yours. You readjust your legs, knees on either side of him. You’re grinding on him again, and the man pulls away from the kiss, not doing so without biting your lip first. 

“You want me to fuck you, baby? You need me?” He asks as you push your panties to the side. You’re aligning him with your entrance, softly moaning as you push yourself down on him. You can’t wait any longer, you desperately need him. You softly moan as he fills you up, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head. You’re sure no one will ever feel as good as Toji.

“Was thinking so much about you, baby. I missed you, Toji.” You moan, throwing your head back. You give yourself a moment to get adjusted to him before moving back and forth on his cock. His cock brushes your sweet spot, driving you insane. 

Toji shuts his eyes, getting lost in the moment. He’s missed you so much too, but he can’t speak right now because he’s groaning. He can’t believe that he’s gone so long without you… He shouldn’t have agreed to doing that publicity stunt in the first place. 

“You feel so fucking good, baby.” Toji moans, his hands going to your hips as you move on him. He hands roam, looking for the zipper of your dress, pulling it down so he can take your dress off you. His lips go to yours, your moans translating into his lips. 

You’re bouncing on him, his lips going down to suck on your neck. You let your moans roam into the air, feeling overwhelmed with how good you’re feeling. Toji barely even tries and he makes you feel euphoric. Maybe you were having second thoughts, but then you remembered just how perfect your husband is.

Toji pulls out, putting you down on the bed. He puts your legs on his shoulders before sliding back into you. He sets the pace, much faster than how you were going. Your hands are gripping the bed sheets, loudly moaning as your husband pounds into you.

“You’re so perfect, baby. You’re everything to me.” He praises you while one hand goes to play with your clit. You’re almost at your limit, and he feels it as your cunt squeezes around him. He says through gritted teeth, “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Oh fuck, Toji– I’m gonna–” You announce, so close to reaching your peak. 

“I know, baby– fuck, I know.” He groans. You’re driving him insane, it’s the effect that you have on him after not being with him for a while. God knows he needed this.

You loudly moan his name, your legs quivering when you reach your high. It’s hard for you to last when his cock reaches deep, and reaches all the right spots. Toji can’t help but praise you when you come, “That’s my good girl, that’s my fucking good girl.”

Toji’s thrusts begin to get sloppy, even though he wants to stay buried inside you for as long as he can. His hands hold on to your hips, nails digging into your soft flesh. 

“Inside of me, baby, do it inside me.” You tell him, knowing he’s nearing his release. You need to feel his warmth in every possible way, and Toji isn’t going to turn you down, certainly not with this. 

Toji comes to a stop, groaning before filling you up with his warm cum. He stays buried inside of you until making sure every droop is inside of you. His lips go down to yours, kissing you as he pulls out. 

“I’ve missed you, love.” He says before you both get comfortable in bed. You’ll wait a minute before going to the bathroom to clean yourself up. 

“For the record, I’m still mad at you.” You say before kissing his cheek, causing him to laugh. You stand up, walking to the bathroom to take a shower before going to bed, and he follows behind because he’s truly lost without you. 

“You’re here late.” He points out, unsure of what to say next.

“When you don’t have the kids with you, things go surprisingly smooth… Speaking of, how was your night?” You get in the shower, and Toji is staring. He’s watching every single one of your movements, even when he tries to tear his eyes away, he can’t. You're just so perfect in every way, how can he look away?

“Why did we have so many kids? They made the night so difficult.” Toji shares, and he hears you laugh. It’s no surprise to you, you’ve handled the kids on your own so many times before, and you always swear that you won’t even think of having another one– But then Emi comes to you with her teddy bear and begs for cuddles which makes you reconsider.

“Welcome to my world.” You respond, and Toji chuckles. He lightly bites down his lip, debating if he wants to go back to bed. He really doesn’t, so he decides to join you in your shower.

“So you’re less mad?” He asks, grabbing your sponge and pouring some body wash on it. Toji kisses your shoulder before he begins lightly scrubbing your body. You hum in response, and he can only wonder what you were up to– But he can’t complain. He couldn’t care less what you were doing as long as you’re not mad at him.

“I’m still upset though, don’t get me wrong.” You say as you take the sponge from his hand and use it on him. You peck his lips before muttering, “My husband has still been misbehaving, I won’t forgive him so easily.”

Toji doesn’t know how to come back from that so easily, so he ponders his answer. He helps you clean up.

“I talked to Ryo.” Toji announces, and you cock your eyebrow. Before you can ask about the details, Toji explains everything to you, ending off his sentence with, “Why were you crying?”

“Life gets tough when your husband is allegedly cheating on you.” You answer, and Toji bites his tongue. You have said a million times how you hate this arrangement, and Toji has been too selfish to consider your emotions. It’s not like you’ve been silent about how much you hate this. He can’t exactly be too mad at the fact that you’ve been ignoring him when it’s deserved. 

“I’m sorry, baby.” Is all he manages to say. You turn off the water, and get out of the shower, Toji following your lead again, even though he’s barely washed himself. You have your towel wrapped around him, while he opts out of getting his towel.

“I think you’ll need a bigger apology, but I guess sex is good too.” You answer, but that’s not enough for him.

“I’ll call my agent and tell him that it’s off.” He says, and you stop in your tracks.

“No! You’ve already done this much, the premiere is soon. Stick with it for now and just clear up your name after.” You’re quick to object. That movie better do great after all you’ve been through for this. You’ve suffered for months, you can put up with some more judgment for another month or so.

“But now I feel horrible.” He responds, and you sigh. “I want to apologize.”

You take a couple of steps toward him, your hands meeting behind his neck. You kiss his lips before telling him, “Another little Emi will suffice.”

“Woman, how dare you?! After the night I’ve had, that thought makes my dick flaccid. Don’t you ever suggest having more kids!” He argues, and you look down. His words certainly don’t match his feelings.

“Are you sure about that?” You ask him, and he sighs. He isn’t going to lie to you, and he isn’t going to tell you that you’re right, so he does the next best thing, picking you up and carrying you to the bed.

You have a long night of apologies ahead of you.

[chishiyasleftnut]

The Meeting Room

Ayyy, look at me go. I finished my first smut ( ノ ^o^)ノ

I hope you'll enjoy it! Feel free to request topics or stories if you want, but I have more planned for later! Read part 2 here!

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Warnings: Smut. That's really all, it's nothing spicy. Pairing: Chishiya x Reader.

Plot: Chishiya catches fem!reader looking at him during an executive meeting. He decides to take advantage of her obvious attraction to him.

2133 word. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

This wasn’t like you. That’s at least what you tried to convince yourself after you for the third time caught yourself glancing at Chishiya during this (god-awfully) boring executive meeting. Surely something innocent about him was different that caused you to repeatedly look. His hair maybe? Had he used conditioner? No, it looked just as stiff as always. You weren’t even sure if he knew what conditioner was at this point.

During the fourth peek, it finally happened. Chishiya’s eyes met yours. Never before had you that quickly looked away from someone. The eye contact didn’t last much more than half a second, but it was enough for Chishiya to get smug. Out of the corner of your eye you spotted a growing smirk. You hated that smirk more than anything and yet today it felt… different.

While your eyes were firmly focused on Hatter (and your ears trying their very best to pick up whatever he was saying), you suddenly felt a warm hand resting on your thigh. The sensation made you jump and caused your eyes to flicker to the hand’s source: Chishiya. However, Chishiya wasn’t looking back at you. Instead his attention was on Hatter, and his smirk never fading.

Slowly you felt Chishiya’s hand caress the middle of your thigh. His touch was soft and light; it almost tickled. Accepting his touch, your eyes made their way back to Hatter. “This isn’t like me”, you once more told yourself. Yet, you didn’t protest. At the end of the day, you had to admit that the physical contact did feel weirdly nice.

As his hand slowly wandered upwards, you shifted slightly in your seat, trying to silently communicate to Chishiya that this wasn’t the time and place for this. Neither of you wanted to alert the others, after all. Nevertheless, Chishiya’s hand didn’t stop its slow journey. Instead it expertly pushed aside the thin fabric of your wrap beach skirt, exposing your bikini bottoms. Before long, his slender fingers had found their way to said bikini bottoms, gently following the seam of them. His hand was gentle and steady, showing no sign of nervousness. You, however, were a shaking mess. Whether it was nerves or anticipation you weren’t sure of, but you tired your best to keep your body still and your face neutral.

In reality, you were everything but neutral at this point. Your body was aching for Chishiya’s fingers to move away from the seam and towards the center of your swimwear. As if he read your mind, Chishiya did just that. His fingers glided smoothly across the polyester causing your breath to hitch once they found its way to your sweet spot. You tried to gather your composure by coughing inconspicuously, but this only causes Chishiya’s annoying smirk to grow even more. Although that smirk irked you more than anything else, you had no intention of stopping him. His fingers felt too good - you would have to wait with the clap-back until later.

His fingers glided up and down on your bikini bottoms, outlining your folds. You weren’t sure if Chishiya could feel just how wet you had gotten, but by the look of his complacent smile he definitely could. A quiet and soft moan escaped your lips when his long, slender fingers circled your clit. Your reaction caused him to repeat this movement over and over again.

Just as you began severely craving his touch and moving your hips against his fingers, he pulled them away, leaving you frustrated and confused. You turned your head and looked at him with furrowed brows, your eyes clearly saying “why the fuck did you stop?”. His eyes, however, never diverged from Hatter, who was now finishing up the meeting. A few seconds later the screachy sound of chairs scraping across linoleum flooring filled the room as the other executives stood up and made their way out of through the door.

You stood up too, your eyes never leaving Chishiya who seemed in no hurry to leave. Once the two of you were alone, you finally spoke up.

“What was that about?”, you inquired, trying your best to sound as if you mere seconds ago weren’t yearning for his fingers. Your question only made the seemingly permanent smirk plastered on his face grow wider.

“You didn’t seem to mind, Y/N”, he said with a shrug. His hands were, as always, buried deeply in the pockets of his white hoodie.

“Shut up”, you retorted, lacking a comeback right this second. The last thing you wanted to do was verbally confirming that you had in fact not just ‘not minded’ his actions, but instead thoroughly enjoyed them.

Chishiya, of course, had already picked up on this. He strolled towards you, causing you to back up. “You can just say no”, he said nonchalantly as if this was a normal occourance for him.

Not wanting to actually say no, you didn’t reply. Before you knew it, you had backed yourself away so far that you were now completely against the wall. The coldness of the wall gracing your bare back caused goosebumps up and down your arms. However, the sensation of the cold material soon enough got replaced by warmth, as Chishiya’s hands moved to your waist. He gently pressed you further up against the wall, giving you the chance to move away if you wanted to. You of course had no intention of moving, and instead complied with his silent command of staying still.

“That’s what I thought”, Chishiya murmured, sounding very pleased with himself. His hands began gently exploring your body, first squeezing the curves of your waist and then moving upwards towards your chest. His touch was a lot softer than you would have expected from him. Perhaps he liked it like this, or perhaps it was to just not scare you away until he got what he wanted. No matter what, you allowed his strong, warm fingers to travel over your body, taking in every inch of skin and fat on you.

He was looking at you like a starved animal. As he realized you weren’t fighting against his touch, his hands got firmer and rougher on your body. His right hand moved aside the bikini fabric on your left breast, exposing it to the cold air in the room. He looked down at it, enjoying your physique, before cupping your breast hard. 

You gasped from the shock caused by his roughness, but Chishiya didn’t give you a chance to say anything. Instead, he attacked your lips with his own, his grip on your breast only tightening more.

Just like his hands, his lips were soft and warm, even when the kiss was anything but gentle. You felt his tongue run over your bottom lip before it pushed its way inside your mouth, exploring every nook and cranny it could reach. His right hand went from aggressively cupping your entire breast to pinching your hard nipple and rolling it between his pointer finger and thumb. You moaned into the kiss, the sound being muffled by his tongue and lips.

His left hand, which had been squeezing your hip and pushing you back against the wall, now moved south, finding its way into your bikini bottoms. This time there was no fabric between his fingers and your body as he expertly circled your clit with both his index and middle finger. The sensation made your legs shake, and if it wasn’t for the force at which his body was pressed against yours, you were sure you would have slid down the wall until you hit the ground.

Chishiya’s lips finally withdrew from yours. However they weren’t motionless for long - instead he moved his lips to your neck, leaving plenty of love bites that you would have to somehow cover tomorrow. 

“You don’t carry condoms on you by any chance?” you asked breathlessly. Chishiya’s lips barely lifted from your neck to reply.

“Why would I bring condoms to a meeting?” he asked with a voiced laced with mockery. His fingers slid from your clit and into your core, causing you to moan once more. He mercilessly fucked you with his fingers, making sure to curve them just right to make you want to scream with every pump. 

“Fuck, I don’t know?” you said, now barely able to think. Perhaps it was this thoughtlessness that lead to your next desperate words:

“Just pull out before you cum, then”

The sentence was simple but somehow still utterly moronic. Chishiya caught onto this. While his fingers kept pumping in and out of you, he pulled back his face so he could look at you. Plastered on his face was that god-awfully annoying smirk that you knew all too well. It was first then that you realized you had said something idiotic.

“You know that’s not how that works, right?” he said with a sly smile before continuing. “Are you really that desperate for me, Y/N? Are you that desperate for my cock?”

You wanted to say no, to deny that you were longing for him - no, aching for him - but just as you opened your mouth, his thumb went to circle your clit, causing your vision to go blurry. All that left your lips was a moan as you threw your head back against the wall he had you pinned on. 

“That wasn’t a reply,” Chishiya said, almost sounding victorious. He was clearly having fun with this. “Say it, Y/N. Tell me how desperate you are”.

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction, you tried to say no again, but just as you opened your mouth he put added pressure on your clit.

“Fuck, yes fine!” you moaned, slightly exasperated by the fact that he made you admit it. “I want you”.

Your reaction caused Chishiya to groan. Although he was otherwise successfully diminishing it, his groan told you just how badly he wanted you too. His fingers sped up, the sound of your wetness only increasing with it.

“Mhh, that’s too bad, princess. I’ll need to owe you that for another time” he whispered into your left ear before gently biting your earlobe.

The moan that flew from your lips was caused by a mixture of pleasure and frustration. You wanted nothing more than to take all of Chishiya in - to feel him fill you up and stretch you to your limits. But all you got were the sensation of his bathing suit concealed hardness pressing up against your lower body - and of course his fingers.

Oh, his fingers. His middle and ring fingers were skilfully scraping your front wall, successfully making your head spin by repeatedly hitting your g-spot. The hand on your left breast moved up your upper body until he rested it on your throat. He didn’t squeeze nor even apply pressure, but the mere presence of his hand on such a delicate place sent you over the edge.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt your core pulsating, sending feelings of electric pleasure through your entire being. Your knees buckled, your body only being kept upright by Chishiya’s body pressing against yours to stabilize you. The sounds you made were loud enough for Chishiya’s hand to leave your throat and move to cover your mouth instead. He seemed very pleased with himself for causing such a reaction, but he wasn’t going to rub it in your face - not yet at least.

Chishiya helped you ride out your climax, his fingers slowing as you came down from your high. He removed his hand from your mouth before pulling his other hand out of your bikini bottoms, inspecting the glistening proof of your arousal coated on his fingers. With a smirk on his lips, he wiped his hand clean on his bathing shorts before looking you in the eyes again.

“Seemed like you enjoyed that” he said, now with his hands in his pockets once more. He strategically pulled the fabric of his hoodie down to completely cover his hard length.

You didn’t reply. Of course you enjoyed it, but you also didn’t want him to get further satisfaction out of you. This wasn’t like you at all - you had never looked at Chishiya like this before. You had never thought that you would allow him to control you in such a way, to be in charge of your pleasure. 

Chishiya chuckled at your silence before walking towards the door leading to the hallway.

“If you want to do this again, you know where to find me.”

And with that he opened the door and exited the meeting room, leaving you stunned and confused as to what had just happened. However, what you weren’t confused about was whether or not you wanted more of him: you absolutely did.

[starb3rrys]

Ayyy, how are you?

So, I'm kinda new to Tumblr and I'm starting to request things only now and I don't know how it works ://

If your reqs are open, can I ask a nsfw one-shot, Fyodor x fem reader in which they are married. So for the plot, Fyodor brought reader a nice, expensive gift once he's back from a mission. In exchange, reader lets him "experiment" something new during a steamy session.

Feel free to ignore if the idea doesn't scratch your brain positively :))

Hi Hi! Welcome to Tumblr! Im happy to hear you’re starting to request and get used to this place \(^ヮ^)/. This request is very interesting, I tried my best to capture the “Experimenting” part you asked and decided to go with Bondage (I’m sincerely sorry if that’s not what you specifically wanted TvT). Anyways- Thank you so much for the request, this one’s for you, Anonymous!~ ♡︎

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ

Bound By Desire

Fyodor x Fem! Reader

Dirty Filthy Smut; Bondage, Praise, Degrading Names, Hair Pulling, Oral Sex (Reader is giving)…

Scenario: You and Fyodor have been husband and wife for a few years now. He often brought you small gifts and souvenirs from his missions across the world. Although, tonight…he brought you something different; It was an expensive gold bracelet with small diamonds, it was beautiful…but, in exchange for the gift, Fyodor asked to “Experiment” something new with you…and of course, You couldn’t refuse.

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ

You fidgeted with your new bracelet as a mixture of nervousness and excitement filled your senses while you patiently waited for your husband to return with some “special items” for tonight’s session. You weren’t opposed to the idea of bondage; being restrained, unable to move as your husband used your poor defenseless body as he sees fit, seemed attractive…but you knew full well what Fyodor was capable of, and even though you were his beloved wife, he would not hesitate to break you.

Fyodor entered the bedroom holding a small paper bag. Curious, you walked closer and took a peek inside, your eyes widened. Inside the bag were an assortment of items; handcuffs, ropes, chokers and a black blindfold. “When did you buy these?”,you asked with a hint of nervousness, “I’ve had these items for a while now, and it seems now is the perfect time to use them”, Fyodor said with an almost proud tone. You were stunned when you heard that he had these items for a while now…it made you wonder, Has Fyodor been planning this for a while?. “Come Darling, sit on the bed for me”, Fyodor spoke in a smooth yet commanding voice. A quiet sigh left your lips, attempting to calm your nerves as you sit on the bed in front of him. His sharp eyes traced down your body, admiring your beautiful curves. You blush softly, feeling his eyes on you; his gaze makes you nervous…you can’t bring yourself to look into his eyes.

A small chuckle left his lips, cold slim fingers trace your chin as your head is tilted up. His sly gaze meeting your shy one; “Now now dear, don’t look away…”, Fyodor says as his fingers softly grip your cheeks, he leans down, allowing your foreheads to touch, “You know how much I love seeing those pretty little eyes of yours”. He moves his face closer to your neck, his warm breath sends shivers down your spine. Fyodor plants soft and delicate kisses on your neck, his slender hands trail down your body and stop at your waist, holding you still. “Now, where to start?~…”, he asks with a sensual tone as his lips graze your soft skin. “I can’t wait to hear you beg for mercy, but first…”, he pulls away and looks at your flushed face, he smirks and traces his thumb on your bottom lip, “I think I’ll put this mouth of yours to good use~”. Fyodor reaches into the bag and takes out a black cloth, it takes a minute for you to realize, it’s a blindfold.

“Get on your knees.”, his voice was stern and commanding…no longer asking. Without a single protest, you get on your knees, looking up at him. Fyodor let’s out a soft chuckle at how compliant you are, “Good girl…~”, his sensual words echo through your head, feeding your growing arousal. Fyodor brings the blindfold close to your face, “Now hold still”, he says as the blindfold starts to cover your eyes; you can no longer see…only feel, feel the way his fingers tie a tight knot behind your head to secure the blindfold. You were completely under his mercy, you felt a rush of excitement as your husband tied your hands behind your back and whispered lewd things into your ear. Fyodor tilted your head up, he smirked at the sight of you…”Are you ready?”, he asked with a husky voice, you could hear the sound of his belt unbuckling and zipper being undone…the sound itself excited you, you bit your lip and nodded. You let out a small gasp as you feel something hard and warm rub against your cheek. “Use your words. Are you ready?”, he slaps your cheek with his hard cock and rubs it across your lips with a smirk. A soft sigh leaves your lips, “Yes..I’m r- MNH!~”, your words are cut off as he thrusts his cock inside your mouth. Fyodor chuckles, “Mm…my apologies, my dear…I just couldn’t help myself when you look so vulnerable…now be a good girl and suck your husbands cock”, his voice is lustful and smug as his hand caresses your soft hair. You weren’t in any position to refuse, and frankly…you didn’t plan to. Your lips tightly wrap around the base of his dick, you start to move your head back and forth, softly sucking on it. Low groans slip from your husbands mouth, his grip on your hair increases as he teases you, “Mm…that’s it, just look at you…were you that hungry for my cock? You’re sucking on it like a greedy slut…~”, his voice is slightly shaky but his actions contradict it. Slurping sounds and soft groans fill the room, his pleasured noises only motivate you to keep going. Slight saliva rolls down your chin as your tongue swirls around his sensitive tip. His hands grip your hair for support as his breath becomes a bit unsteady, “Mnh, fuck…keep taking me in like that…suck it just like that, just like the cock hungry whore you are…~”. His cock twitches inside your mouth, you can tell he’s close; his breaths become uneven, and his groans get louder. You feel proud of yourself, you’re pleasing your husband in a way no other woman could- your thoughts get interrupted as you feel him thrust inside your mouth, his cock hits the back of your throat making you gag, it seems he can sense your proudness and is trying to remind you who’s in charge here. He grips your hair, holding your head still as he starts to pump himself inside your mouth. He chuckles as you gag and choke on his dick, seeing you struggle to breathe as he uses your mouth like a flesh light. You start to moan, causing pleasant vibrations to stimulate his already tender cock. His head tilts back; the feeling of your warm mouth, tongue, and moans is enough to drive him wild. Fyodor starts to move his hips faster, like a wild animal in heat, “Mm…make me cum, make me cum, Darling…come on you filthy slut take it, take it…take- Ah!~”, his words are cut short as he finishes with a loud groan. His warm seed fills your mouth and you instinctively drink it all, the familiar bitter sweet taste fills your senses. After a few seconds, Fyodor slowly pulls himself out of your mouth, you let out a loud gasp of air as you pant. Fyodor pants softly, he looks down at your vulnerable state; you’re panting, hair is a mess as saliva drips down your chin, your hands are tied behind your back and the blindfold only adds to your vulnerability, the sight of you is enough to make him hard again.

ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ

Peep the rat decor ^

If you want a part 2 with the good good stuff, request it!~

I hope you all enjoyed this story, I tried my best to work with the “experimenting” part- I hope I did alright ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡

Anyways- love y’all!

[humming-fly]

Just finished fma for the first time. I thought it would be a wholesome story about a boy and a suit of armor looking for a magic rock.

and then

well

you know

anyway do you have some motivational pictures of roy mustang or something? I still can’t believe they made him blind ._.

ayyy congrats on finishing! that plot sure does go some places huh :)

and hey at least he was only blind for like 5 hours lol - anyways please enjoy these many fine roy mustang images that I have curated over the years~

[oh-three]

TBB S3E7:

TBB S3E7:

There's the Teth trailer shot.

Ahhh, Mr. Assassin's looking a bit worse for wear.

Ayyy, escape route!

Lmaooo, Rex relying on Echo for backup, as if our guy's not booked on getting Gregor. Really does have a full schedule, doesn't he?

Glad to see that Wolffe's still in there. And being his usual self.

Ooh, the assassin's got no comms.

LMAO, the assassin just fucking jumped down there, like, "hey, I'm not letting you finish what I was told to do."

Rex, your flashlight 😭

SMART MOVE, CROSS.

They're gonna get shot down, aren't they.

"Don't worry, she only bites half of the time." 🤣

Yepppppp, and there's that. Saw that one coming. No way it was that easy.

Me trying to decide if it's Rex or the Batch that has a habit of crashing, or whether it's just them being together:

Wolffe really does hate the assassin right about now. Which, fair, he's literally doing things the exact opposite of them. That would be annoying for anybody.

"You're as bad as Hunter." / "Oh, I'm much worse." LMAO. Cross is in full dad mode and fully aware of it, and now he's turned it into a whole thing. I love him. These boys can't not compete about anything.

Howzer reluctantly admitting that this Crosshair is different from the Crosshair that he blames for getting his squad killed. 👏

"The operative's gone rogue." Saw that coming, too. I want to say it's further confirmation toward it being Tech, but that voice was definitely a modulated reg's.

Wolffe, your team sucks.

Nemeccccc 😭

"I'll draw his fire. Get to the rendezvous." Brainwashed sniper vs malfunctioning sniper 😬

WHOA, WHAT THE HELL.

LOOK, I KNEW THIS SEEMED LIKE A BIT OF A SACRIFICE PLAY, BUT I WAS NOT EXPECTING HIM TO THROW THEM INTO THE FUCKING WATERFALL.

Oh, thank god, he survived that. We're still short a couple of Cross trailer shots.

Howzer saving Cross from going over the second waterfall and actually drowning (holy fuck, a drowning attempt in Star Wars) despite his reservations toward him. 😭

"Wolffe?" / "Rex?" Ayyy, mutual shock.

Wolffe just putting his blasters away and going, "I thought you were dead." 😭

WOLFFE, FAIR TRIALS DON'T EXIST FOR CLONES IN THE EMPIRE.

"As your brother, I'm asking you to do the right thing." 😭

TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH, ECHO.

Ayyy, Wolffe telling the men to stand down because he can see the truth in Rex's words, and he can't keep going forward without at least looking into it.

"But, sir, they're traitors." / "Perhaps. But they're clones. We owe them that." The way they all just accept to respect their fellow clones despite the sides of the newfound war they're in 😭

THE ASSASSIN LIVED. HE'S GOT PLOT ARMOR. TECH, IS THAT YOU.

"Rex, you can't win this fight. The Empire is too strong." 😭

Dark-toned Omega theme.

Fuckkk, I want to watch another episode. Is it next week yet.

[blondeboyfriend]

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Wolfwood x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] Yes, this is a repost. Yes, I didn't write this my brain. [ SYNOPSIS ] idk you fuck your best friend's brother. I truly didn't think that hard about any of this. [ WORD COUNT ] like 1k [ CONTENT ] Porn without a stitch of plot, you're besties with your roommate, vaginal sex, "just the tip", he hits it from the back (ayyy), dubcon (drunk sex), alcohol, overstimulation, pet names (girlie, baby), barely edited, and nothing about this is serious like in the least.

You alwaaaaaaaaays thought your best friend’s older brother was cute in a fucked up kind of way. He was tall, legs toned and long, and broad shouldered. His clothes were always disheveled in some way: pants that were too short and revealed his ankles, shirts with several buttons undone that showed off his chest. His black hair was always in a state of perfect disarray. He wore dark sunglasses all the time and chain smoked.

But the biggest appeal was that he was a seminarian. A priest-in-training. You assumed those types were stuffy, good boys that went to bed sober every night.

Nicholas, however, was anything but that. You wouldn’t say he was an alcoholic, but he felt no guilt when it came to imbibing. Anytime he stopped by he brought a bottle of dark rum and made you play drinking games. When your friend would go to bed, you would jokingly confess to a multitude of sins of varying severity.

And you alwaaaaaaaaays wanted something more to happen, but getting caught by your friend deterred you. She already thought her brother was a bit of a loser and she would have judged you endlessly for having poor taste.

She loved him of course; she simply didn’t hold him in high regard. His existence was too contradictory, the juxtaposition too much to reconcile. He was a lout of the first degree, but also was relatively pious and devoted to his studies.

Your friend wanted more for you (not her weird, religious brother). And as long as she was around you could fight off your desires with zero issues.

That’s why you were set up for failure the night he stopped by without warning. Your friend wasn’t home and your fantasy started to feel more tangible. Everything was falling into place; this was the perfect opportunity to indulge in your crush.

You scurried around in search of something slutty yet comfortable to wear which ended up being a pair of booty shorts, a cropped sweatshirt, and absolutely nothing underneath. You knew if you stretched your arms over your head he’d get a tantalizing view of your breasts.

You opened the door and told him that his sister wasn’t home, batting your lashes. He smirked and asked if you were doing anything, his voice like honey, endlessly beguiling. You invited him in.

“You tryna have some fun?” he asked with an impish grin. He held up a bottle of Bacardi.

“Hell yeah. Let me grab some shot glasses.”

You strutted to the kitchen with a little spring in your step. You looked over your shoulder to make sure your guest was following. His eyes were firmly pointed at your ass, noticing how the cheeks poked out from the bottom of your shorts. The swing in your hips successfully hypnotized him, pulling him deeper into your clutches. You were going to make this night count.

He took a seat at the table and watched as you grabbed two glasses from the highest shelf. He smirked as your sweater rode up, revealing the plush underside of your tits. You pretended not to notice.

“Shall we?” you asked, handing him a shot glass.

The two of you took shot after shot, rarely speaking to one another. You didn’t need words. A smoldering glance, a flirty wink, said it all.

“You got a drinkin’ problem, girlie,” Nicholas finally said, pointing at the nearly empty bottle of rum.

“You drank just as much!” you laughed, elbowing him.

“I’m shouldering the weight of God’s words. What’s your excuse?”

“I’m trying to get the courage to fuck a priest-in-training obviously.”

He cocked an eyebrow and genuinely seemed surprised by your bold initiative.

“Nah. My sister’ll kill me… And you too probably.”

“She will never know,” you purred, grabbing a hold of his hands and leading him to your bedroom.

You undressed immediately, tossing your clothes at him. You got on the bed on your hands and knees, and arched your back. You gave him the perfect view of your glistening cunt. You heard Nicholas fiddling with his belt and dropping it on the floor. He positioned himself behind you, rubbing the tip of his cock along your dripping folds.

“I’m only puttin’ the tip in, alright?” he said, flicking his lighter. You immediately smelt the acrid smoke of his cigarette. “I don’t need you fallin’ in love with me.”

He guided his cock into your cunt, stopping halfway, and began to massage your clit with his free hand. The pads of his fingers were soft and warm. 

“I want all of it,” you whined pathetically.

You craned your neck back and pouted at him. His cheeks were pink, jaw clenched. He was a man in trouble, a man weighing his options. He took a drag off his cigarette and put it out in the cup of water sitting on your nightstand.

“Alright. You want my cock that bad, huh?” he asked, playing with your aching clit.

“Yes!”

He sank his cock inside you and he let out the most heavenly moan. It was thick, stretching out your cunt in a euphoric way. His thrusts were fast and deep, with an air of desperation to them. He kept his fingers firmly placed on your clit, furiously rubbing it. It was almost too heavy a burden to bear. You felt like you were going to collapse under the weight of your ardor.

“To—too much,” you choked out.

“Nah. Lemme show what too much really is, baby.”

He pinched your clit between his fingers and you yelped. It was already so sensitive, the pressure he was applying was dizzying. You struggled to hold yourself up and buried your face into your pillow. He was right. This was too much. But you loved it.

Nicholas chuckled and slammed his cock into you. His thrusts were relentless. Each one was punctuated with one of your dreamy moans. You were seeing stars, ascending into the arms of God, or something… you didn’t fucking know. Your brain was leaking out of your ears. And it didn’t matter; it served no purpose. All you needed was his cock throbbing in your slick cunt.

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What It Takes To Win

Pro-Basketball Player Suguru Geto X Sports Analyst/Personality Reader

Warnings: Rough sex; Jealousy; A bit of angst/arguments; Marking (Small mention of blood) Adult Language

Plot: Y/N L/N cannot stand Suguru Geto as a player. He is selfish and does not take the game she loves seriously. So why does she keep meeting him in bed?

I wrote this for @ayyy-pee amazing writing prompt! Please check out all the other wonderful stories at #JujutsuJournal #jujutsuJournal

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“Y/N why are you so hard on them? They make it to the playoffs every year!” Your co-host scoffed; As you reviewed last night's games. You were currently discussing your least favorite team's loss.

“What is the point of setting up that offensive screen when we all know where the ball is going?” You laugh; your eyes roll automatically. “Suguru Geto has to always touch the ball. All the other teams know this. Sure, they may make it to the playoffs but immediately get swept.”

“The man’s PRA is consistently over 40! He is the franchise player for a reason.” Again he counters in defense. “He is easily an MVP player.”

You gawk at the man sitting beside you. “When you shoot 30 threes a game and make ten then of course you will be the highest scorer! I just don’t understand why people defend him so much? He needs to learn how to be less controlling and selfish!” You shout at the camera; talking vigorously with your hands. “I’ll admit he is good when I see a championship ring on his finger.”

~

“Would you look at that…” His deep velvet voice hummed dangerously in your ear. He had a tight grip on the back of your neck; forcing you to watch your broadcast from last night. “Mmmm… I need to be less controlling and selfish.”

Suguru Geto shoves your face down into the pillow not giving you time to think or respond; His other hand digs into your hip as he thrust into you even faster. You're a sobbing moaning mess as his cock pushes down into your soaking folds; the sinful wet noise makes you even louder.

“Sugu…” Your whine is muffled into the silk fabric of the pillowcase, now coated in your drool. You feel him push his entire weight on you as you cry out his name. The action pushes his cock further rubbing against that special spot. Your entire body shudders. His long hair tickles your body; as he leans into your shoulder to scrape his teeth on the soft flesh. Not giving up his merciless rhythm.

The hand that had a grip on your neck pulls you back against his chest. A small nibble to your earlobe as he pulls you even closer. “No.” He says maliciously pulling his cock out until the tip is barely at your entrance; you both groan; him because your pussy pulses at the feeling and you because you want him to continue his movements.

Suguru laughs at your pathetic state. He holds you tightly, your fighting against him to sink back onto his dick; desperate to be impaled completely by him again. “Call me MVP.” He practically growls and you shake your head. Though your mind was blank with lust you still refused. He makes a frustrated sound, his muscles straining to keep you still; veins in his forearm bulge.

“So damn stubborn.” He whines; You could sense he was just as needy as you; You look up at him with your best pout.

“Sugu please…” You beg your eyes low and you watch as he clenches his jaw. “Kiss me.” You knew he could not resist no matter how tough of a demeanor he portrays. No matter how much you fought.

Suguru looks down at you; the purple hue of his irises barely visible due to his blown out pupils. He lets out a desperate breath and you mewl softly. His hold softens and he lifts you up. His strength always amazes you as he turns you around to face him.

Before you could mutter another word his lips were on yours. A deep passionate kiss fueled by both of your conflicting emotions. You gasp and his tongue is down your throat. You suck on it greedily and he groans.

The grip on your hip disappears and you push down. Both of you moan against the kiss as you sink onto his cock. His hands lower as he spreads your ass apart. He bites your lower lip. “Fucking brat…” Suguru whispers but you smirk knowing he loves this as much as you do.

A burst of confidence and you sense the shift in the power dynamic; you lightly trace his collarbone. As his eyes flutter at the light touch you push him back against the mattress. You enjoy the smile that appears on his face; his expression now amused.

“Show me what you got then pretty.” Suguru laughs as he grips your thighs. You begin to grind against him; feeling full as you push down your clit now rubbing against his lower stomach. Your head falls back and a wicked sound escapes your lips. “That’s it…” his voice rasps and shudders.

“Sugu suck…” you lean over, guiding his face to your taut nipples. He obliges your request and your body trembles. You knew it wouldn’t be long before you used him to cum.

Slowly you begin to move; your mind blanking at the feeling of his dick sliding halfway out. The squelching as you moved back taking him deep once again makes you breathless. “Fuck… s’good…” you mumble trying to keep your eyes open to take in his blissful expression. He bites your bud as his thumb circles the other.

Just as you pussy clenches around him; you pull his hair roughly and he cries out against you. You follow screaming his name. He loses himself and begins bucking up into you. Overstimulated, you lose all control when he thrust wildly. “Shit… so addictive…” he says against your flesh.

A soft whine, he releases, his hold now rough enough to bruise as he buries his cock deep coating your walls white. “This is so crazy…” you sob lost in the overwhelming feeling. Both of you fall still and struggle to regain your breath.

“I still can’t stand you.” You say after a while. Neither one of you has pulled away; bodies pressed close and covered in sweat. A chuckle vibrates in his chest.

“Feeling is mutual.” He grins wolfishly and you roll your eyes. Pulling you close he bites down on your neck and you smack his very toned chest.

“Suguru I swear if you leave a mark!” You shout wriggling from his grasp pushing him away. You both let out a sigh as you pull away and your traitorous cunt already misses him. “Well thanks for this.” You stretch and begin to move out of the bed.

He sits up and gently grabs your wrist. “Are you tapping out on me already?” He is temptation personified. Those deep velvet eyes piercing into your own. That muscular athletic body decorated in tattoos. His long black hair is messy from what just occurred. But you manage to move your arm out of his grasp.

“Early flight back. And I need to study some game footage before the show.” You say looking around for your scattered clothing. Suguru groans but does not argue. He stays in bed and watches as you walk around the room.

“Should rewatch my game.” He mutters and you laugh. “I’m serious! I’m one of the best in the league.” You hear his tone change; aggravated.

“Didn’t you have practice tonight?” You ask a bit snidely. You know he was known for skipping out. The lack of teamwork is the clear result.

“You're such a bitch.” He mutters coldly, standing up himself and heading to the bathroom. “Lock the door behind you.” You shrug and finish getting dressed. Make your way out the door without a second thought.

~

It was a busy day in the NBA. Mid season and all the teams were quickly trying to build towards the playoff games. Rumors of trades swirl around and you are currently jotting down your hypothesis. Your mad scribbles are interrupted by the ding of your phone.

I sent you a court side ticket for my game this weekend. It will be in your city.- Suguru

After the harsh words you both have not spoken in a while. You are surprised by the sudden gesture and a bit suspicious.

Why? I planned on just using my press pass. No need.

A quick response:

I want you to see me play up close. Just use it. -Suguru

I can see just fine in the press seats. Less attention.

After about ten minutes there is no response. You assume Suguru had given up. Just as your mind focuses back on work your phone vibrates with a call. You let out a breath to keep your cool.

“What is it?” You ask the annoyance obvious in your voice. Suguru chuckles at your attitude. Music is playing in the background. He is most likely cruising around his city without a care.

“I’m going to keep bothering you until you accept Y/N. So stop being stubborn.” Suguru is unbothered by your cold demeanor. You know his persistence. He would be true to his word.

“If I accept, will I be able to finish my work in peace?” You say monotonously; you scribble a potential trade in the process.

“Whatever you want. Just say yes.” He sounds a bit too enthusiastic. As if your last encounter he did not call you a derogatory name and leave the room.

“Fine.” You agree half heartedly. “See you then.”

“You know you miss…” you quickly hang up on him with a frustrated sigh.

You were unsure how your dislike for him turned into a physical relationship. Insults were thrown one night when you all noticed each other at an event. Next thing you knew you were being thrown against the brick wall outside of the bar. Your Legs around his body and lips hungrily fighting for dominance.

Probably a number of factors were the cause, combination of unprocessed emotions and childhood trauma. When you were constantly working it was hard to find time to unpack. You assume this was the root to your strange attraction to the arrogant man who believes himself to be unstoppable.

You do what you do best. Bury your thoughts into statistics of the game you love. This has always kept your mind from tumbling too far into the dark.

~

The crowd is in a fever pitch as your home team faces off with Suguru’s. It is currently the fourth quarter; the previous quarters all ending in an unprecedented tie. The battle is a fierce one.

Sitting court side you saw everything so clearly. You hate to admit you were a bit thankful for the view. You now watch as Suguru is one on one with your team's franchise player, Saturo Gojo.

The amazing point guard is close to getting a triple double. You always admired his passes, never knowing where he would throw the ball. He is truly a team player. Though at times he got a bit whiny and flopped a bit too dramatically, overall he was well rounded.

“Suguru dribbles left but Satoru is leaving him no room!” The announcer echoes over the roaring fans. Then Suguru does something very much in character. He turns towards the crowd and winks, steps back a millimeter and scores the three in Satoru’s face. You follow his line of sight to a beautiful group of women. That is so like him. The crowd was in an uproar.

A timeout is called to slow the current pace of the game. Of course Suguru bought you court side seats near his team's bench. Your eyes widen when Suguru instead of going to the huddle makes a beeline in your direction.

You shake your head no but he plays by his own rules. Leaning into your ear, sweaty and a bit out of breath he whispers, “Did I make you jealous? I’ll wink at you next time.”

You lower your ball cap hoping no one recognizes you and glares. You choose not to even acknowledge his presence. You glance around hoping a photographer did not catch the moment. “Suguru!! What the fuck are you doing?” The coach shouts and you are relieved when he walks away.

“Asshole…” You mutter still in a state of shock. Mid game and he is trying to make you feel bad? What is the motivation?

The rest of the game is dimmed a bit by the interaction. Your mind is anxious that you might end up in a tabloid. Even after your home team pulls out the victory in overtime.

~

You could not help but bring your press pass along. You make your way into the press conference room to catch a bit of the players and coaches reaction to the game. You stumble a bit through the crowd trying to find an open spot. Finding one a bit clumsily just as Satoru Gojo sits down to be interviewed.

“She is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen…” his voice echoes across the small area. You feel your fellow reporters' eyes fall onto you. “Ooo shit.. is my mic turned on already.”

You look up at Satoru and those blue eyes meet your own. His cheeks flush red and the room fills with laughter. “I’m so sorry. You're one of my favorite sports personalities. Seeing you in person… I- sorry.” He addresses you and you want to disappear. But remain professional. “Please I’ll take a question from you if you have one.”

“Umm yeah… Thank you.” You try to ease your racing heart from the sudden and unexpected attention. “First congratulations on your triple double tonight. This will be your fourth one in a row. Being a franchise player, how do you still remain humble to your team?”

Satoru Gojo beams a smile. “My team makes it easy. If I get a bit too cocky they bring me back. Honestly without them I would not have accomplished as much as I have. I am thankful.”

The expression on his face is proof of his devotion to the game. He meant every word. Suguru suddenly pops into your mind. He could be even greater if only his mentality could shift. His potential was there and that is what infuriated you the most.

As you jotted down notes from the rest of the post game conference your phone vibrates.

I’m staying at the Brown hotel. Meet me. -Suguru

Fine

Even after the embarrassment he had caused you, your body reacts to his text. The way he touches you was unlike any past relationship. Images of your exploits flash into your mind. You could not deny the sparks between you. So when he calls you answer.

~

You spot him surrounded by a group of fans in the lobby. Your eyes meet for a second as you make your way to the less crowded bar area. “Two Whiskeys on the rocks please.” You address the bartender who nods.

You feel him as he approaches, just as you're taking your first sip. “Here is the most beautiful woman in the world.” He mocks and you grumble assuming that clip must have gone viral.

You pass him the drink you had ordered him as he sits beside you. “Are you jealous?” You tease, cocking your head to the side with a smirk.

“Pfft.. of Satoru?” Suguru sounds a bit less confident than usual. “Never. Why didn’t you stay to ask me a question? I scored an all time high in your stadium.” Was there a bit of hurt laced in his words?

“Did you win?” You ask more harshly than you meant. The earlier frustration of how he could be one of the best currently on your mind if he could be less selfish.

Suguru’s expression darkens and he doesn’t speak. This was different from the usual banter you both often shared. This felt more serious. You just want to crack his ego a bit for his own good. Yet who were you to judge?

“I’m sorr…” you go to apologize but he holds up a hand. You watch as he finishes his liquor in one gulp, setting the glass on the counter with a clank. He pulls out his wallet and you go to stop him but he glares at you, setting a stack of bills down.

He slides the room key in your direction. “Finish up your drink. Take your time.” Without allowing you to speak. Pushing your arm away as you reach for him he walks off.

With a stubborn huff you do as he says. You did not think he would take what you said so seriously. He started the whole thing by copying Satoru’s words. So you order a second drink and take your time.

~

The moment you open the door to the suite his hand is around your throat. His body is pushing you against the door, wearing nothing but a towel. His lips meet yours at a feverish pace. You struggle to breath, move, or think. You can only respond.

After stealing your entire being from you he pulls away. Drool coating both your lips and dazed expressions. Suguru Geto is a man you found yourself losing yourself in with one touch.

Yet under that heated gaze you see that strange mix of anger and sadness. “Sugu…” you call out to him for reassurance. His mind seems to snap back to the present.

“Want to take a shower before?” He asks flatly. Those eyes tell you he is going to devour and break you. You know you should question him. You could see you upset him; your body shivers in anticipation.

“Y-yeah…” you mutter weakly, waiting for him to let you out of his grasp. You're pinned to the door not only by his body but that penetrating glance. The large pupils, the way his breath is heavy, and reddened cheeks. You suddenly lift your finger to trace his jaw line softly. He was too damn pretty. It makes arguing with him so unfair.

Suguru steps away after a few more tense seconds. You study his features, so serious, the way his mouth gapes open and closed it seems he wants to speak. Instead he walks away giving you space.

You stay against the door watching his large back retreat to sit down on the velvet lounge chair. There was a conversation you both needed to have but neither one of you wanted to cross that line.

You let out a soft sigh and make your way to the suite's elaborate bathroom. Steam greets you as you open the door. The warmth is a welcome comfort as you begin to undress.

You take out your make up remover from your bag, along with cleanser. The routine of washing your face refreshes your mind. The soft texture of the luxury hotel washcloth feels nice.

You turn on the shower, test the temperature and step inside, amazed by the space that greets you. You are still not used to the amenities that a professional athlete like Suguru Geto receives. A truly lavish lifestyle, far above even you a sports personality could even fathom.

You lose track of time, lost in thought, as the water cascades down upon you. The smell of Suguru’s body wash as you scrub your body, entices your senses. Your stomach flutters in anticipation.

You feel his presence before you see him. Taken by surprise not expecting him to interrupt you. “Hey. What’s up? You ok?” You call out, reaching for the knobs to turn off the shower.

Just as you turn the knobs off, the glass door slides open. Those velvet eyes burn with lust and possessiveness you have never quite seen. He yanks you by the base of your hair and you let out a groan. You catch out of your peripheral his hotel robe thrown to the floor carelessly. His body was pressed against your own.

“I kept…” Suguru kisses you passionately, his tongue taking claim of the inside of your mouth. Not giving you time to even take a breath. “Seeing that interview… mmm.” His teeth tug at your lower lip. You moan as his hands grip onto your hips roughly.

He lifts you up, his hard cock twitching against your stomach. The friction causes a whimper to escape your lips. He sets you down, the cold marble of the counter causes you to shiver. Suguru spreads your thighs apart, kneeling before you.

You're overheating, your mind losing the ability for a logical thought. Eyes low you watch as he gathers his long hair from his face and ties it up. Your pussy already wet, leaks even more from the imagery, everytime, Pavlovian dog effect.

Before you could protest his face was between your legs. A harsh bite to your inner thigh and you cry out, you grip the counter tightly.

His tongue slowly makes teasing circles on your clit, your head falls back against the mirror from the pleasure. “Suguru… fuck…” you manage to say, “what’s with you tonight?” His fingers dig into the thick flesh of your thighs, the pain feeling so good.

He does not respond with words. Instead he kisses your cunt with vigor, sucking and squelching, prodding his tongue along the folds. His thumb rubbing your nub you are overwhelmed. Making you a whining mess within seconds, your orgasm catches you off guard. Your body convulses violently around him.

“Sh-shit… wait…” you could only curse as he drinks up your cum, then shoves two fingers deep inside. Overstimulated, you gasp and hear him groan as your finger clench around his digits.

He does not listen to your plea. Thrusting over and over hitting your sweet spot, by now he knows your body well. He is using this to his advantage. His lips slick with your arousal, he looks as if he might growl as those eyes stare up at you, barely visible through your eyelashes. Baring his teeth in a maniacal expression as he watches you fall into pieces for him.

Tears begin to pool from the corner of your eyes. “What... ahh… o fuck…” Words were difficult as you cum consecutively. Still silent he slowly removes his fingers, you make a pathetic sound. He stands, takes hold of the back of your neck, and brings his fingers coated in your liquid towards your lips. You open obediently. He hums in satisfaction as you suck and lick tasting yourself. Without warning he pushes them down your throat, you swallow but he pushes further. Your eyes widen as he chokes you.

He looks crazed as he watches you gag. You grip his wrist and he lets you pull back his hand. “Suguru what the fuck…” The silence is driving you mad. Then his lips were on yours once again.

Not for long though, he yanks you forward falling into his chest. Leaning down he sucks on the sensitive flesh of your neck, then bites down. You scream out as you feel the thin flesh break.

He flips you around and your bewildered expression greets you. The spot he just sank his teeth into red and a small amount of blood visible. You go to curse him but your mouth closes when you feel his tip collect your juices. Instead you let out a loud moan and lift your ass higher.

“That’s it, make it easier for me…” His voice is raspy and low. “Such a slut…” You hate that you were relieved to hear him speak, even if it was to degrade you. “My perfect little whore.” Giving you no time to adjust he pushes into you, deep. You cry out your voice strangled from the pressure.

Suguru ruts into you completely feral. His hips snapping into you with a force that has you tightly holding onto the sink. Your mind is completely blank as you try to keep up with him. Just a potent cocktail of pain and pleasure that has you screaming.

A sinister chuckle erupts from him causing you to attempt to look back. He roughly grabs your chin leaning into you but not stopping his malicious pace. He forces you to look at your fucked out expression. “At least you think my cock is good enough…” He says sadistically.

His words hit deep. Even in this blissful state your heartaches as you make eye contact and see his hurt. You never truly understood how much he was affected by your statements. You assumed he merely brushed them off.

“Fuck Suguru…” You stifle your moan. “I think you could be one of the greatest.” You finally say outloud your frustration. His movements falter at your proclamation. His face softens and his death grip on your hip and chin loosen. “A legend if you wanted to. If you tried.”

“What?” He slowly pushes back into you, stopping completely, and you whine. Those violet eyes look at you through the mirror in disbelief. “A legend?” He asks more to himself to confirm the words were actually muttered by you.

Seeing his ego shatter before you, a sense of compassion fills you. “You idiot…” you click your teeth and rub back against him, rewarded by a deep groan. “I get so pissed at you because you are so talented. You don't even try!” You shout at him, all the bitterness you held coming to the surface.

Suguru chuckles again but this time it feels warm. He leans his forehead against the back of your head, you feel him kiss the crown of your hairline softly. “You suck at communicating.” He whispers and you find yourself smiling even as you roll your eyes.

“Fuck me Suguru.” You say sternly as he nuzzles against you. “Is that clear enough for you?” You say teasingly and you feel him nod.

He pulls out of you and you go to protest. But before you could speak he turns your body to face him. Looking down at you with a wide grin he says, “Yeah I hear you…” He kisses you again but this time it feels different. His lips brush against yours slower and with a purpose. Your breaths intermingle so intimately. You squeak in surprise when he lifts you up and begins carrying back towards the room. “You're so cute.”

Usually his flirty remarks leave no impression on you, but the way he looks at you while saying it your heart flutters. You feel heat rush to your cheeks. Embarrassed by your own sudden strong emotions, you swat at his shoulder causing a fit of laughter from you both.

That night you make love. Exploring every inch of each other's body. Sensual and meaningful fluidity as your bodies connected. Suguru refuses to let you look away, “I want to watch every expression you make for me.” A strange feeling, one you have not felt in a very long time reaches you. It was intense and overwhelming in a foreign way then your usual fuck sessions.

Early in the morning exhausted and worn out you attempt to leave the bed. Suguru once again grabs your wrist to stop you, “Stay with me.” You bite your lower lip in contemplation but agree. Craving his embrace as you return under the covers.

~

It felt weird being the one reaching out towards him. After that night and a nice breakfast you had parted ways. No calls or texts were being returned. Your mind has been a mess, thinking about only Suguru Geto.

Work keeps you pretty busy but it is not the usual distraction you could rely on. Yet you did notice a change. A change in Suguru’s playing style.

The play offs were occurring. Suguru’s team did not get swept in the first round. He was playing differently. His assists were on the rise and his post game conferences were full of praise about his teammates.

Even as your co-host basically said I told you so, you could not help but smile at the progress. Yet you still refused to mutter the words that Suguru wanted to hear so badly.

~

“Suguru Geto and his team have made it to the finals Y/N.” Your co-host says annoyingly.

You laugh and shrug as your show is coming to an end for the night. “Suguru’s progress has been impressive. I can not deny that. I guess we will have to see what happens.”

Your co-host is stunned by your acceptance but quickly recovers and finishes up the show. As the all clear was given you go to grab your phone and hate how excited you felt when you saw the text on the screen.

Got you court side tickets to the finals. Sorry I have not been in contact. Taking things more seriously. -Suguru

~

The sound of the fans was deafening. Confetti flies around the stadium as people rush to the court in excitement. Suguru’s team pulls it off. They have won the championship game.

Watching the final game is always such a bittersweet moment. The joy on the winning team's face is endearing. The dejected sadness and hunched figures of the other team always got to you as well.

As you look away from the sorrow filled expression and back to the court you spot Suguru. Those eyes zone in on you even as he is bombarded by his teammates and media. He reaches out for you.

Unlike the previous game, in these exact seats, you feel elated. Your body reacts on its own propelling you towards him. He opens his arms to you and praises your insight to all that were near. The shocked faces should embarrass you but his presence makes you feel emboldened.

You stand on your toes to whisper, “My MVP.” His eyes widen as he takes a second to register what you just said. Realization settles in and he takes hold of your face. You are the one now surprised, as he kisses you in front of everyone. You sense the flash of the bulbs and mics being shoved towards you but you are completely engulfed by him. Fuck… I think I love him…

[thepouletgalactique]

Annular Eclipse Fairy / Kreslas Reference

I'm finally releasing a little project I've had in mind for a long time. @ayyy-imma-ninja's incredible universe inspired me, so I decided to make a crossover between our two universes.

I hope you like this little project, @ayyy-imma-ninja 🥺

For now, this is just the prologue. The plot will feature @ayyy-imma-ninja's 3 fairies as well as characters I've invented myself for the sequel. Please be patient~

Warning: this little story is not canon to @ayyy-imma-ninja's, please don't associate what I do to what Meg does. My work is less qualitative than what she produces, so please consider this plot as fanfiction. Respect her work.

Now good reading~✨

(Production dated 11/02/2023)

-- Prologue Part 1 --

Kreslas : You're not in bed yet?

Gysper was leaning against what looked like a miniature handmade desk, lit by a firefly set against the wall of their den. 

He quickly turned his gaze to where the voice emanated from.

It was Kreslas, crouching at the edge of the entrance.

The two fairies lived in a tree cavity with other congeners of several different species. Fairies tended to live alone; nevertheless, over time, they had organized themselves into a community, like an isolated village in the middle of a forest. Each had its own den to live in, with the exception of the Rain Fairy, who had long since decided to take in the wild Eclipse Fairy, which was frowned upon in the village.

Gypser : And you're back late from your rounds.

Night had now fallen for several hours and darkness had blanketed the sleepy village. Only the gleaming pupils of Kreslas and his imposing silhouette stood out in the night.  

The Eclipse fairy went inside and answered.

Kreslas: The surveillance team and I were quite busy this evening... 

For Kreslas, strange things had happened today, but he preferred to avoid the subject, as Gypser was usually quite anxious. He turned the conversation to what was keeping his companion awake... He approached to look over his shoulder, placing one hand on the other, and asked.

Kreslas: What's keeping you up so late? 

Gypser hurriedly put away the parchments he'd been scribbling on a few moments ago. 

Gypser: Nothing special, I had things to do.

Kreslas raises an eyebrow with an amused smile, he wasn't fooled. In fact, he knew what the little fairy was up to. 

Kreslas: Ho "nothing special” ? Like how to organize food supplies for this winter? You know there's still 5 months to go.

Unmasked by his intentions, Gysper tried to justify himself by stammering. 

Gypser: Autumn is approaching soon, I can feel the seasons changing. Rainy, cold weather is just around the corner. We need to make sure all food stocks are full for the village. And also calculate the expiry of food; organize stocks by type of food; calculate rations; above all plan for emergency reasons; also plan for potential problems and...

Still smirk on face, the big fairy watched him explain himself, gesturing all the while. He straightened up, then crossed his arms, unconvinced by his answer.

Seeing that Kreslas didn't approve of his excuses, he stopped, sighed and placed his hands on the desk. His fingers tightened slightly in concern over the parchments on the desk. 

Gysper: I'm just forward-thinking... And worried... Especially after the thefts that took place there a while ago…

Kreslas: I know, I just don't like to see you so stressed... Don't worry, we'll find who did this.

He says, trying to reassure him. 

Gysper: I'm not so much worried about who did it, but about the repercussions it could have. I've got a bad feeling about this. I don't want the village to be endangered in any way.

Anxiety growing in his voice as well as in his being, he closed his eyes, calmed down for a moment and then smiled slightly. 

Gypser: But I don't doubt you, you've always been a good hunter.

In a burst of tenderness, he rose from his chair and embraced the waist of his partner. 

Feeling those tiny hands clasping me, his heart vibrated from within his chest. Teasingly, he continued.

Kreslas: On the other hand, when the prey come to me on their own, things simplify considerably.

Easily, he lifted him up and nibbled lightly on his neck with his sharp teeth, all the while making comical mouth noises that made Gypser burst out laughing. 

Their sizes were very significant. Kreslas usually towered over the other fairies by a head, measuring around 20 cm/7.9 inch, while Gypser was a head shorter than the others, measuring more like 13 cm/5.2 inch.

They enjoyed the moment embracing each other for a few seconds, before Gypser asked curiously.

Gypser: Tell me what happened, it's not often you're home this late...

Kreslas lifted his head from his shoulder to stare at him. Hesitant to answer, he put him down. 

Kreslas: The patrol and I found a trap... In the stock that was stolen a few weeks ago...

He tilted his head.

Gypser: Do you think it's the same fairy who came to steal? Could it have come from other villages in the area?

Kreslas: No, I don't think it was a fairy, the trap was far too... heavy and sophisticated to be a trap built by a fairy. I also found footprints. Footsteps from "bigger than us".

Gypser jumped.

Gypser: Could they be fairy hunters?! I thought there hadn't been any for a long time! 

Kreslas: It could be one of them. The "bigger than us" are evolving, but we're still desired creatures. The village has faced hunter attacks in the past, so we need to be on our guard. The theft last time may have been a way of knowing that this stock belonged to fairies or an animal, so I was stupid to suggest that the village ransom the entrance...

Gypser: You're not stupid, you wanted to do the right thing to keep the village safe. It's a good thing this stockpile isn't close to the village. We need to alert the other villages around here. 

Kreslas: I don't understand why they didn't warn of a potential intrusion earlier. The day shift hasn't heard from them for a while... They've sent signals again today, with no response.

Gypser: That's really strange... I hope nothing's happened to them. 

A few seconds of thought passed before the Eclipse fairy spoke again.

Kreslas: Tomorrow I'll go and check on you, flying high in the foliage so as not to attract attention. You, spread the word in our village and try to get out as little as possible. We have to be careful.

His heart raced at the idea of Kreslas moving away from the village; he'd done it to parts before, but not in such an urgent situation. 

Gypser: Please, be careful... 

Seeing Gypser's anxiety grow in his eyes, he smiled slightly and stroked one of his petals.

Kreslas: I promise. 

Gysper remained tense all the same. Staring into space, he was already thinking the worst, biting his thumbnail in stress. Kreslas took his hands, slipping his fingers between his own. 

Kreslas: But now it's time to rest.

Trying to dodge Kreslas' directions, he turned back to his desk. 

Gysper: But first I just have a couple of things to finish-

He let out a small gasp of surprise before finishing his sentence. Kreslas had already caught him before he could reach his chair, pinning him down with his arms and lifting him off the floor. A teasing smile played across his face. 

Kreslas: Where are you going? No more excuses now. At ease! 

The little fairy jiggled as she tried to shake him off. 

Gysper: Hey, it'll only take a few minutes!

Kreslas: You always say the same thing and end up falling asleep with your nose on your desk! You can continue tomorrow with a clear mind. 

A small chuckle came from Gypser's mouth, then he sighed, defeated. 

Gysper: Okay, okay, but I need you to put me down so I can change. 

He chuckled before putting it down gently and setting up his extinguisher. Gysper looked for something to change into for the night. 

Krelas, for his part, didn't have any specific clothes to rest in, so he contented himself with watching his partner frantically rummaging through his belongings.

But his attention was suddenly drawn to something outside, far away in the gloom. He began to stare intently at the outside of the den.

An unexplained shiver ran down his spine.

Something was bothering him, the wind was blowing abnormally for him, but he couldn't explain it. Krelas was very familiar with the sounds of foliage from his wilderness days, before he met Gysper. The sound of nature was no longer a secret to him. 

He continued to examine the void, unable to look away. A bad feeling was slowly creeping up on him. Was it paranoia?

Gypser had chosen his outfit and was about to put it on when he watched Kreslas furtively scan the entrance. Curious and concerned, he asked. 

Gypser: Is everything all right? Did you see anything? 

His companion's voice roused him from his torpor, and he shook his head to regain his composure. 

Kreslas: No, everything's fine. I'm just a little tired. Let's get some sleep...

He didn't want to worry any further with unfounded premonitions. 

Yet Gypser's anxiety had not subsided. Kreslas still had some wild attitudes, including his sensitivity to the dangers and things around him.

Just as he was about to ask the same question, a rumbling sounded behind the trees. Something was approaching at high speed, a creature looming up in front of them. The two fairies had never seen anything like it before. 

The creature before them was black with spinning wings, linked on either side by metal rods, producing a deafening din. It also had a sturdy, smooth black frame. A silver logo representing two Laurel branches, a crown and a pistol bullet were visible on its sides. Finally, an intense red light resembling a eye seemed to be watching them intently with lifeless and emotionless.

The creature was facing them. Blocking the only exit, pointing something at them.

Taken by surprise, both were frozen, time seemed to stand still for a moment. Gypser's eyes widened. Petrified on the spot, he clutched his clothes tightly. For Kreslas, the only priority was to protect Gypser. Instinctively, he rushed towards Gypser, hoping to reach him in time. 

Kreslas: Gypser! Get down!

In his rush, the metal monster fired. An explosion followed by a dazzling flash then a thick cloud of nauseating smoke gradually filled the room. 

Kreslas was thrown against the wall of their lair and lost sight of Gypser.

Other vermin of the same type arrived on either side of the village and fired into the other dens. Taken by surprise, few fairies managed to escape. Those who did were either captured by nets and dragged to the ground, or crushed by the flying things hurtling at them.

Disoriented, Krelas got to his feet despite the pain. His head was spinning and nausea was rising in his throat, the shock had weakened him. He groped the walls for his companion. His vision was blurred by the thick smoke and the wounds inflicted by the explosion. 

After a few minutes of fruitless searching, his strength suddenly left him due to the cloud of gas.

Sore and feeling his body getting heavier and heavier, he collapsed to the ground while, outside, the cries of other fairies echoed under the explosions. 

The cold ground kept him slightly awake.

Powerless, he used the last of his strength to concentrate on the surrounding noises, the cries and explosions continuing for a few minutes until silence returned. Then the ground began to tremble, as something climbed the tree where he was standing. A white light blinded him and swept across their now messy dens. Unknown voices broke the silence.

??? : There are still some here. 

??? : They are completely stunned? 

??? : Yep! The drones did their job well, I see.

Kreslas felt his body leave the ground as a large, warm hand reached out to examine him. He barely had time to make out the man's silhouette before he lost consciousness. 

This was the beginning of the end...

-------------------------------------------------------- Prologue Part 1 - Prologue Part 2 (Soon) - Chapter 1 (Soon)

[sad-stucky-shipper-107]

MAN THESE ELRICS ARE INSANE. LITERALLY

AYYY THE BOYS ARE SO SMART. BOTH OF THEM.

SHE JUST DIED WTF?!

OH MY GOD THESE ARE BBY;S THEY ARE COLD AND HINGRY SOMEONE FEED THEM AND WRAP THEM IN A BLANKET

BRO WTF WHERE ARE THE CPS OH MY GOD. ARE THESE CHILDREN OKAY?!

I am once again asking a therapist and a social worker to come get these children

Do not know shit about Alchemy but thats GOTTA be some mad talent

Buddy r u sure u wanna give a government position to people who just tried to do necromancy?

Before I started watching Fullmetal Alchemist all I knew abt the show was that there was a Guy named Roy Mustang and that he was gonna cause problems. On purpose

Granny told him, 'Son u wanna be a state alchemist, ur gonna have to kill ppl. And Ed straight up said, Ok and?'

My guy is Metal AF. (Pun intended)

Buddy, honey, sweetie, sugar-pie. THIS IS NOT A COMPETITION OH GOD YOU HAVE SO MANY ISSUES

Why is the mecha suit doing Karate?

How old is this guy again?

OH GOD * sob * OH MY GOD THIS ALPHONSE GUY IS SUCH A GOOD BROTHER. OH MY GOD * more sobbing *

THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH OH GOD

Whyd u burn down ur house like damn. girlies u burnt down housing? IN THIS ECONOMY?!

HE IS….. SO COOOL….. SDFJSLKFJSLKFJSDKLFJ

WHO TF THIS HOHENHEIM GUY

HOW IS HE GETTIN THE TIME TO DRAW THESE

WAIT THATS A GIRL?!

WOWOWOW I THINK THIS JUST FURTHER EMPHASIZES WHAT A PRODIGY ED IS

WoW what a shocking plot twist, no one could have seen this coming, i am so shocked

ED JUST STR8 UP KILLED A MAN

[danisha-tdh]

Ayyy, sorry for bothering you. I’m just having some thought while drawing Cassie and Truila, and it’s kinda coming up in my mind after I’m answered your questions.

I’m wondering about what other characters in Wøndergotten think about them? Like, Turbø, Kc, Twins, Dr. Facilier. Someone like that.

( Don’t need to rush. Take your time 👍🏻 )

Oh yeah, I had in mind about that one

Many characters I kept about it, so here we go!!

Starts with the main duo and their gang!

Turbø = At first met Truila and Cassie, he knowing their appearance from the newspapers after arriving in the Souvenir library. For Truila, he's having confused that he thought she's a male (Turbø u blind ass). But hey, he's just be normal to her and become friends. But for Cassie... he knows he doesn't seems to trust her. Because Turbo always not trust people who is a wolf in sheep clothing. So he better watch out for her, and protect Candy at all cost.

King Candy = He's always very friendly to new people around. Candy seeing Truila kept reminds him of Turbø despite they both look similar to each other, makes him got confused. Cassie on the other hand, he sees her as look innocent. He doesn't know what she's plotting against him. But what something he had in mind that Cassie reminds him of some familiar face...

Pal = She likes Truila as a great friend, rather than being with Turbø. Pal and Truila can be bestie as a gossip girls. However, She has no information interact about Cassie or haven't met befor.

Cruella de vil = She already love to have a friends like both of them, they reminds her of one of her classmate. She always love to have a talk with ladies than men, but Facilier is an exception. Cruella oftens to have a discussion to Truila or Cassie if they need some outfits to be perfect fitting in Wondergotten, same as Turbø in first met.

Dr. Facilier = He respect Truila as a strong feminine one. However, same as Candy that she and Turbø does exactly look similar to each other. Though, he'll be ask a suggestion if she's interested to join in the House of Fortune. He doesn't know about Cassie personally, though Turbø told him that she shouldn't be trusted, but he may or may not believe him in situations.

Jack Horner = Nothing special to both. But seeing Cassie with an evil scheme got an attention to him. Jack can use her against anyone by any chance, including Turbø himself.

+ Bonus:

The Twins = they're gentle to both, Set usually getting interested about Truila lately. But unfortunately, she won't likely accept his offer. Oh well, I mean the Twins has like millions fans, but maybe Set find a perfect lover one day. But both kinda confused about Cassie if she's innocent or nøt. Jet can be nice to her in daily life, like taking care of a little girl.

Orson = He had 99% no experience against mortals, but he's more opened welcome to the two new guests. Orson having interested about their skills, just like how he sees Turbø in a first time. Cassie though, he can offer her a good mechanic weapons, something that is useful and dangerous. Though, Orson seeing Truila as like Turbø because the similarity, he thought she was his long lost sister (lol)

Welp, that's all I have-

Also, here's some extra meme :3

[incorrectringsofpower]

Season 2, Episode 4 liveblog notes (spoilers behind the cut)

So much r-roll flexing. I'm jealous.

Flexing the pretty scenery again, alrighty.

Elf OCs!!!

Gal is handling Elrond leading really well /s

TOM TOM TOM :D

Tree: *nom*

Hey Mr. Bombadil. Care to do anything or...?

STOORS

j'scuse are we suddenly breaking up the Harfoot wife ship? Roodt

Aaaah Stoor food spotted!

Child stoors!

ilu Poppy

Ah the Hermit sign is Tom. That explains it.

Is the Dark Wizard a Blue? Who is heee?

GOLDBERRY

Adorable lamb!

Tom lore!

Well this is gonna kick off a Dark Wizard x Sauron ship, ain't it

Barrow Wight Time!

Elves about to get murked

Daemor nooooooo we barely knew ye

Elrond fighting time yasss

Elrond saving Galadriel oho

GALADRIEL ARCHERY YESSS

Theo better be okay ffs. Don't torture Arondir more.

But is Berek okay? May I see Berek?

Scenes are so darrrk. Let me see shit!

Handyman Isildur!

Oh boi Estrid x Isildur vibes are strong here. Flirrrrting.

Arondir is suspicious.

Well that subplot got resolved quickly. At least this kinda puts the Shelob shifter theory to rest.

Oh this is awkward.

Is Arondir gonna talk to the Ents first? If so, I love that for him. Call back to his S1 talk of being a Grower.

Maxim wasn't joking about the mud for him this season.

Ah fuck quicksand, my childhood fear! Glad he still has plot armor

Y'all better be okay!

What the fuck was that. What the actual fuck.

Ok food note: Giant snake thing. Survival food time!

Shire foreshadowing!

Don't you touch her, you asshat.

More hiding behind things at night!

Lol that's an awkward reveal for that show photo of Estrid and Isildur we all saw this summer.

ENT TIME

YES ARONDIR OF THE GREENWOOD.

OH THIS IS AWKWARD FOR HIM! S1 ANGST!

Theo and Arondir hug I'm gonna cry ;_;

Ohhh this is even more awkward for the Estrid x Isildur shippers. RIP. (Look we all thought Hagen was dead. It's fine.)

Aronwyn theme :(((

Lord of Pelargir but alas I have a bad feeling about what that might foreshadow, oh dear.

Gotta bring back the Nampat theme somehow I guess.

Don't let that be Berek :(

Fuuuck

I thought Elrond would have a healer moment but nope, Galadriel healer time.

Elrond having to hold a ring, fascinating! Explains a lot.

Galadriel BAMF stuff, love to see it!

AYYY THAT WAS FUCKED UP,  ADAR. I LOVE IT.

[istariot]

> 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙲𝚁𝙾𝚆𝙳 𝙶𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙳 !!

and as promised i bring you ZHANG XIAOTIAN, pathological liar, pyro-hobbyist, and devil chilling on your shoulder. below the cut is a little disjointed overview but you can check out more here ! i'll be floating about im's to plot with everyone ( slowly getting back to everyone who messaged already ! ), but feel free to like this post and i'll come your way posthaste !

i. information you may care about:

zhang xiaotian ( Rh1 ) is really just kind of existing.

the family business is all about that construction and steel manufacturing life, hence the chiseled jaw and aversion to manual labor.

he's spent the majority of his youth in a boarding school for wealthy wayward youth, following in his brother's footsteps since it seems to be a rite of passage for this family ( ...plus the kid just couldn't stop setting shit on fire and that really did need to be addressed in a structured environment ).

his brothers have been in this intense game-of-thrones-style rivalry his entire life and honestly he's just here to vibe so he doesn't really get involved ( except for this one time, but it was all alleged and mostly just some nasty rumors that he played a minor role in spreading but that's beside the point ).

said rivalry is pretty much what got xiaotian heading to snu in the first place ( along with father dearest's cash money ). casualty of war and all that.

the king's club is probably the only club he's managed to stay in throughout the entirety of his college career.

and it's not for lack of trying. he did all that he could to sabotage himself, lose friends, and alienate others and yet here he is your 2016 white rook ( his initiation was seriously lacking red carpet fanfare but its whatevs ).

on the bright side he had more fun tormenting initiates than he does embarrassing his father publicly, so he didn't mind sticking it out long enough to barely graduate ( below average ayyy lmao ) and roll into the nice cushy job his eldest brother created for him because we love a little nepotism.

ii. information you didn't ask for but you're going to get anyway:

certified yapper. physically can't shut the fuck up. believe about 82% of what comes out of his mouth.

would totally sleep his way to the top if he could. but for now he's satisfied with just sleeping his way into whoever is willing to let him crash at their place until he figures out what the hell is going on with all of his credit cards ( he suspects identity theft or something ).

his hobbies include long walks by the han river, spending exorbitant amounts at luxury grocery stores on random weekdays at 2:15pm specifically, and minding your business.

thankfully, he has grown out of his klepto phase but is not opposed to showing off his skills like a fun party trick when needed.

is completely capable of reading the room, but actively chooses not to. the whole no-filter thing doesn't really help either. his favorite pastime is figuring out how to offend each member of the king's club in a new and exciting way.

thinks cilantro tastes like soap. not really all that important, he just thought you should know.

oh, and it's probably a good idea to keep him away from flammable materials.

iii. some present day tidbits:

currently manager of operations for one of his father's smaller materials manufacturing subsidiaries but honestly he could not tell you what his title means or what it is exactly he's supposed to be doing. he just kind of sits in on meetings and looks handsome, but he's boosting morale and that's kind of all that matters.

is pretty late to this whole case reopening news and really is trying to figure out how everyone found out about it before him. who started the groupchat and why was he not invited?

now what happened to hyungseo was unfortunate, but he had nothing to do with it. he might've said something to try to shake him up in passing during one of the rituals, but there wasn't a single recruit he hadn't messed with back then. and even if he did know something about the whole thing, it's not like he'd tell it. at least not the truth about it. in fact, he doesn't even know what you're talking about. what rituals? what club? ...by the way can he borrow some money for the bus — kidding, kidding ( it's for his rideshare actually he just figured out how the app works ).

iii. information for plotting purposes?

if it wasn't obvious i'm still figuring this lil guy out, but i think it's best to plot on a canon-by-canon basis? but just to throw some random plot ideas out there —

blasts from his past with the teen delinquent squad ( think bling ring but without all the publicity ), fling, friend of a fling, and flings twice removed, friends of his eldest brother ( the guy is wrapped up in snu alum activities and spends a substantial amount of time with the business school, so totally plausible that he's done some mentoring and your muse has no idea how those two are even remotely related ), someone who's interested in his father's business dealings ( barking up the wrong tree with him but tian will bite and be the best source of misinformation he can be ), extracurricular activity buddies with strong livers, business associates ( can he copy your homework or something because someone is asking him for accrual data and he might just cry ), and maybe a few fellow daredevils that love a good thrill ( cliff diving anyone? no? too soon? )

i've got some other random things in mind and am so hype to get brainstorming so i'll just end things here and start floating about. thanks for making it to the end of this ramble and for that i'm going to give you a tian peptalk pov free of charge !

[miabebe]

so sorry for that backpain, i hope tonight you’ll get enough and good sleep😭😭

also, thanks for letting me keep my husband choi seungcheol, he’s cooking dinner as we speak. i’m afraid i’m gonna keep him all to myself now that you have yoon jeonghan

I hope my backpain gets better with sleep tonight too T.T Yes.....you can keep him.....I'm okay with that......I'm totally okay...... cries a little for no damn reason

I came home to so many asks from you omggg, I'm gonna answer them all under one so I don't clog up feeds hehe,

Ayyy I'm so happy you gave the others a chance, thank youu <3 I also keep getting many scenarios in my head about the Too Many Beds couple and their kids especially (ahem ahem, girl dad cheol) but I can't focus on that now, I have a lot in my plate T.T

About This Man, Unfortunately, after a bit of discussion with my irl friend, I think I might discontinue it - The story is very much catered to Changkyun and the Monsta x members, I don't feel like I'm doing Wonwoo justice in this plot :( I'd much rather focus on other stories specifically for seventeen like reverse tropes!

Oh he did, he looked so stunning those hairstyles, my jaw was dropped the whole time butttt I'm tbh one of the short hair jeonghan enthusiasts hahahha actually my favourite is maroon haired jeonghan like the was a league apart cause look at him??? That right there is my husband your honour

hahahahahah wouldn't that be fun but tbh, I would be a little scared to piss off hao but jeonghan on the other hand, I would like to push his buttons every breathing minute, I would totally take him down

omggggg that's fate indeeddd <3

Awww this is so sweet, I've never imagined being capable to have such impact, even if its on one person, I'm so touched! I understand not having time and drive, being in uni and having to balance everything much be hard so there's no pressure but if ever you do make the decision to write, I will be the most excited!!!

[actuallysaiyan]

Congratulations on your follower milestone!!! Sharing some of my fav writers (other than our mutuals ♡) these are the people and their works that continue to live rent free in my brain:

💕absolute fav who convinced me to get a tumblr for jjk so i could comment/follow/read what they wrote: @gojonanami, her PROFESSOR GETO series is SO GOOD (AND HTERE WILL BE MORE PROFESSORS). YAKUZA FIANCE SO unexpecedly sweet SO good, the way i want to LIVE here. ALL'SFAIR(INLOVEANDMERGERS) has the sweetest Satoru, and THE DOCTOR IS IN = delicious sin

💕 @persuasivusi love their writing style, all of the things they have written are a treat and build the atmosphere so vividly its 🤌🏻 i don't have one fic in mind but their VAMPIRE SUKUNA and the suguru drabble they wrote for me was SO SWEET. not to mention they were so nice to talk to me and explain kindred and LOL to me ♡. 💕 adore anything @bunny584 writes, A GIRL WITH NO NAME has forever changed me. I think aobut it a lot. Too much. now HEAVEN& HELL is BURNING MY SOUL ❤️‍🔥 (Preist!Geto in FOR I HAVE SINNED is driving me 😭 INSANE) 💕 @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat such SOLID comfort fics, the amount of times i have read CALL MY NAME AND ILL COME RUNNING & I I COMPLETELY CRUMBLE WHEN YOU CRY is UNHEARD OF. I haven't finished their masterlist but everything is ❤️‍🔥

💕 @ponderingmoonlight has such unique plots, currently squealing (affectionate) over regency!au How you End up as Gojo Satoru's FIance (and sequaling in anxious for OPPOSITES ATTRACT, also adore all the Levi ♡) 💕 i love love love @candycandy00 writes, the DOLL HOUSE series is how I found them & i am HERE to STAY. they're currently doing a follower event and its just juicy and delicious

💕 @tojiswhore-aventurinesslut has the soft toji agenda and i am HERE for it!!!

💕and i am FANGIRLING HARD over @ayyy-pee's JUJUTSU BACHLERETTE it's so fresh and FUN and just the characterization and fun drama 🤌🏻 ENJOY.

Thank you for the shout outs! And the commentary adds to it as well! The best part of this event is that I get to check out all these blogs as well <3 It makes me so happy! Thank you April!

[itsdappleagain]

i know csweekly is on hold now, but I still have to catch up on The Luchadora Tango Caper, so here it is!!

Season 3 is maybe my least favorite season out of any of them, but I still love it, so I'm really excited to get into this!

Notes under the cut as always and please ignore the fact that I'm a month late on this thx

NEW CASTLE!!! NEW CASTLE YAYYY

sometimes I think this whole series is Maelstrom just talking about shit for like 14 hours

cleo sympathizing with guys in skirts <3 she knows ur struggle boys

love how they slapped up a giant glowing green world map and copper sulfate burning chandeliers before they put in insulation or heat

brunt, girl, calm down. they were just doing their evil minion bagpipe job

british on british violence

that was such a cute nod when this season first dropped. haha theres been no sign of her all summer because of the hiatus you are so clever

they rlly thought they had something with the turn them against each other thing. i cant believe they thought they tvy7 rating would let shadowsan and carmen kill each other 🙄

"carmen is DEAD" (cheery tango music)

i mean it works because we know hes wrong and stupid but like

no offense but the tango dancers are animated in a way that is reminiscent of a kid manually moving their barbie dolls legs to make them walk

our girl <3

tell me why dropping 200 feet onto the top of the metal detector was more sneaky than literally anything else she could have done

ok. yes. but the fact she is robbing it does not negate the fact that she will be on the news for breaking into a bank dsjfsdghfkdsa

1021 is the number on the box- could it mean something? in a strictly doylist sense. october 21st doesn't seem to have any significant holidays...I can't find anything, might just be a random number set.

good god the "i...have his eyes." hits me like a truck every time

gina pulled it out with the voice acting in this one

she WAS a very cute baby

"another" link girl what else has there been you should be ecstatic

ayyy its the character literally everyone except spintrap-stan and amaryllis solely remember for being voiced by dante basco

i love how snarky carmen immediately gets. if he knows her name and what she looks like, obviously he's an operative, so she gets to have a little fun in immediately declining him while still gaining valuable information, almost immediately, about who he is and what his talent will be

everyone is very stretched today

this is not my favorite fight scene honestly (at least until flytrap gets here. dont even get me started on her fighting style im in love with it) because its literally just like ooh. he kicks. she dodges. wow. they really do try with the tango parallels but idk

wow!! other people can kick too??? who knew

she protected the face

cutely runs into oncoming traffic

those cars were not even slowing down girl they were just like HONK MOVE OR DIE

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS FLYTRAP MY GIRL

okay mini rant incoming i already did a post on this like a billion years ago but flytrap is one of my favorites because in my opinion she and paper star are the most dangerous villains we ever see in the show. let me. try to find that post actually

yeah here it is

flytrap is also so hot and has the same va as luz so she's just top tier. idk if the team put half the episode budget into celebrity voice actors and thats why we only got 5 episodes but you know what

love how carmen is literally stopping her attempts to get free to banter. girl. stop

shadowsan <3

love how they do not even bother showing the fight they just get their asses handed to them

why didnt they start in veracruz just asking

not the table

ok guys. you can stop with the tango thing now. its okay

that little conversation between ivy and shadowsan is so good

comrades??? sir its not the cold war

article from 17 years ago, thank you for that easy to understand slang

carmen plot armored her way out of getting her skull smashed in on that train so hard that she made maelstrom stupid

its canon both in and outside of the show that color theory is so prevalent that any sort of red at all immediately signals carmen

the colors are so beautiful in this scene. carmen doesnt have her coat or jacket on, everythings just a little desaturated as she searches

THE ACME GANG <3333

not the finger guns and glasses wheeze hes such a loser i love him

THE FORESHADOWING TO EGYPT WITH THE PYRAMIDS ON HER LAPTOP!!!!

love how all we get of julia this season is her being pissed off and then leaving

he was such an asshole for closing her laptop why did he do that 😭

has carmen just been ignoring vile missions for the last season of the year to research her mom or

girlie is so sad about everything

ah yes, the door, the thing you wish to have opened, the best place to lean your full body against after you knock,

i'M SOrry. did you NOT attend a school for THIEVES

HSDGGDG HEY. just broke into your house. im your long lost daughter

i love how she goes DONT TOUCH ANYTHING and then immediately drags her whole arm across the wall and cabinet

also her face when she sees the masks is perfect

okay be honest how many of you have replayed carmen saying maybe mommy at least once. who. raise your hands

shes sooo buff

love how everyone is taking this so seriously and then carmen is just completely apathetic about anything thats going on

dont deadname lupe, carmen

her hair catching a gust of indoor wind for the sole purpose of making her look sick as hell in her intro card is so iconic

as ivy absolutely obliterating zack in the foreground is so fucking funny

she got that "EH EH EH." titter of "HEY NO. DONT YOU DO THAT" down scary well

devineaux strutting im sobbing. julia was doing SO well and then she got paired with devineaux AGAIN

that cab driver looks so concerned about the hulking texan in his backseat

remember when the trailer dropped and we thought those roses were for julia. good times

everyone narrowly avoiding each other as they pull in

you just know ivy smacked zack when he protested to decoy time hdsafhadsg

gotta say the "EH?" while getsuring to the trophies is fucking hilarious. obviously julia knows she wouldnt go after those but its so funny

i do love the way carmen just shrinks any time brunt appears. she is soooo traumatized

VAMOOSE EL MASKO SHES SO ACCURATREIUSDHKFSKHFD SHES EXACTLY WHAT MIDDLE AGED AMERICAN SOUTHERNERS SOUND LIKE

LUPE IS SO FUCKING COOL

devineaux showcasing his braincells for a spilt second this episode

ah, so begins the not a good time mantra

devineaux getting absolutely decimated because he thinks coach brunt thinks hes handsome is so funny

the referee watching two apparent civilians enter the ring: 🙂

carmen is so funny here. she uncuffs herself and then just leaves devineaux to die like fuck his ass he can get smooshed

carmen getting increasingly mad at devineaux while she drags him places is my favorite part of the episode

also, either carmen got stronger or devineaux had a few bouts of crazed research where he didnt eat, but she can drag him easily now as opposed to when she was struggling back at the trap in poitiers

they put this shot in the trailer and without context it just looked like carmen was standing there glaring at brunt menacingly

the cat burglar <3

worst fucking ref on the planet i love him

was carmen stopping to listen to julia's voice i would like to think so

ah the devineaux and cars gag. i mean, to be fair, it wasnt his fault this time

starts beatboxing

carmen really just dumped her whole life story on lupe thats so funny. girlie started the day preparing for a match, got her house broken into, and then ended the day learning about a global crime syndicate

they really ended s2 going THE NEXT SEASON WILL FOCUS ON CARMENS MOM and then started s3 going well actually um okay so

theres our transition sentence

lupe's yellow and blue palette btw!! cs color theory i love you

lupe is more of a mom than carlotta ever gets to be thats sad honestly

carmens little smile ough

here is a shot that very succinctly illustrates the dynamics in the coming seasons. the three at the table stand strong- always have. roundy is basically a footnote no one cares about him and then brunt...brunt is sort of on the edge. this carries over all the way into s4 when malestrom tries to drown her

oh my god i forgot about the weird halloween thing the faculty has going on this season i love it

my analysis is right in time for spooky season >:) halloween IS nearly upon us!!!

OKAY well my thoughts on the luchadora tango caper...pretty good. honestly its kind of net zero information because we introduce the premise of finding carmens mom and then immediately abandon it but it sets up um....well....it sets up....what does it set up

anyway- not my favorite episode, even though lupe is fucking awesome. i think it suffers a little from deviating from that classic caper structure and jumping around, but it does its job as an introductory episode.

until we return, sayonara, mon amigos!