#I think there’s also a little doll visible in another scene

[eldritch-ace]

Just now realizing Amanda has a picture of the Birth of Venus in her quarters in saw III

Everyday I become more and more of a lesbian Mandy truther

[realtalk127]

alright fuck it. i can't sleep and i need to talk about this scene from the last episode of critical role.

because holy shit if this ain't some of the best rp – nay, storytelling in general – that i've ever seen. (buckle up, it ain't gonna be short.)

laudna: i made you a doll. because dolls are for children. and you're a child.

the way she says this is not nice! it's biting, it's snarky. she definitely seems to mean it as an insult – and she probably does! – at first. but laudna's idea of a child is much more expansive than just a cheep insult, as she makes clear shortly.

then ashton's response: i've never had a doll before. this is the nicest thing anyone's ever given me.

i don't know if this reaction melts laudna a little (if it does, she doesn't show it visibly), or maybe she was already coming to the conversation with a more nuanced definition of 'child', but either way, the conversation shifts immediately – and the next two sentences clarify where they're both coming from here.

laudna: i like children. // ashton: i don't.

she likes children! and we knew this, of course. marisha, the god of intentional rp showed us this within the first few moments of laudna's screen-time way back in episode 1. but still! it's worth repeating. despite the bite of her initial comment to ashton, she doesn't necessarily mean it as an insult. i don't know that we could entirely call it a compliment, given the context, but at the very least, i think she intended it as a point of connection.

after all, our data re: Laudna And Kids is not limited to that one scene from episode 1. there's also the parallel scene that mirrors it (with a happier ending) back in episode 38, when laudna first visits the sun tree after her resurrection. we also know (via a 4sd episode that i don't care to dig up right now) that laudna had another friend before imogen, who was a little girl.

and i think it's that little girl that's the most important piece here. we don't know anything about that story except that she exists, but i'm willing to read between the lines and make an assumption that laudna – on average – has better luck getting children to be kind to her (when they've not yet been taught to be cruel) than with adults. there is an innocence there that laudna needs! she needs people who haven't been hardened by assumptions and pre-judgements and all that bullshit. for laudna there is safety – both emotional and literal physical safety – in a childlike perspective.

ALL THAT TO SAY: laudna's associations with childhood are, generally, positive. for a variety of reasons.

but!

ashton's are NOT.

ashton's childhood sucked. from the jump. he was a part of a shitty cult that he barely remembers, and after that they were in an ophanage. their associations with childhood are overwhelmingly negative, and likely associated with feelings of helplessness and loneliness.

whether or not laudna intended that original comment ('you're a child') as an insult, we can pretty safely assume ashton took it as one.

they continue:

ashton: they're awful. // laudna: they're not.

NOW, we're getting into the meat of it. where before they were dancing around a metaphor, it becomes immediately clear what's really being talked about here. ashton is saying 'i'm awful', and laudna is emphatically saying 'no you're not.'

which! first of all, is so insanely generous of her. after what ashton just put her through less than 24 hours ago, laudna has every reason to affirm ashton's assertion that they are, in fact, awful. but she doesn't. ashton knows this, which is why he amends his original statement:

ashton: they can be.

they're saying: perhaps i can concede that i am not always awful, but let's at least agree that sometimes (like specificaly, oh, i don't know, LAST NIGHT) i can be.

laudna: you should remember what it's like to be one.

ashton: i do. it wasn't great.

the LAYERS, y'all. the LAYERS. the important thing here is that it's all in the context of that first comment: you're a child. which is, critically, a statement made in the context of ashton's decisions the previous night. they're talking in generalities here, but they're mostly talking about last night.

so!

when laudna says they should remember what it's like to be one [a child], she also means: you were a child last night, but not in a cool, whimsical way, just in a shitty, immature way. AND! when ashton says they remember, and that it wasn't great, they're saying they know they fucked up last night, but all they know of childhood is an overwhelming helplessness, how can that possibly be spun to a positive?

and this, really, is the crux of their two differing worldviews. these two have a lot in common – much has been said about that in game and out – but this point is where they split. laudna has survived, by embracing her childlike nature (admittedly, to a fault, at times). how to keep from being hurt? just keep everything fun and whimsical! nothing to worry about here, it's all just a silly little game! and she has also needed people who share that perspective. people who are willing to take her at face value and without any of the negative assumptions and prejudices they may have picked up along the way.

ashton, on the other hand survived by growing up immediately. they got through their own shitty childhood by becoming an adult (or acting like one anyway) as quickly as possible and STAYING that way. ashton needs to have a tough exterior (there's the made-of-stone thing again) to feel safe. (admittedly, from an audience perspective, this veneer is basically see-through. but ashton doesn't necessarily know this. they're trying their best. so from their perspective, the tough guy thing is Working.)

laudna: you should find more joy in your inner child.

she's saying two things here:

(1) you can be soft and be safe. those can co-exist, aND!

(2) i need you to be soft for me to be safe. when you have this false tough exterior, it hurts people. it hurts (hurt) me.

which is certainly a resonant metaphor to play with for the literal ROCK GUY who just got literally MELTED into LAVA 12 hours prior.

ANYWAY- that's what i've got for now on this scene. i'll probably never stop thinking about it, and there's even more good shit from later on in the scene when they talk about the doll, but that's it for now.

[telomeke-bbs]

BAD BUDDY – WHO ARE YOU REALLY, NONG NAO?

I had never thought much about Nong Nao in Bad Buddy, dismissing Pat's favorite comfort object – a puppet of undefined genealogy and gender – as just another prop/device to highlight Pat's kid-at-heart nature.

But now I think there's just a tiny bit more to Nong Nao than meets the eye, if you look a little closer. What we learn also tells us more about Nong Nao's owner Pat (and it's not all light-hearted fun when it comes to the fore).

The Thai words for Nong Nao (I got this from the GMMTV online shop, linked here) are น้องเน่า, and running this through the online dictionaries turns up some interesting information.

The word nong (น้อง), as everybody knows now, is a term of address for someone younger than you (that also carries connotations of familiarity and informality). Most often employed for younger siblings, it can also be used in relationships where there is an older + younger sibling dynamic (e.g., between friends, seniors and juniors in school and university, sometimes at work too). And of course it can also be used as a term of endearment between two romantic partners, especially when the nong is younger and gives off babygirl energy.

The word nao (เน่า) actually means rotten or decayed. So one way to read Nong Nao is Rotten Little One, which helps to explain the doll's jumbled, Frankensteinishly patchworked appearance. But remembering that nong is also used for friends – another way to read Nong Nao is Rotten Little Pal. And tell me now, doesn't that sound more than just a little coincidentally like… Bad Buddy?

What this seems to be telling us is that Nong Nao must be the doll-pillow counterpart for the real bad buddy in Pat's life – Pran Parakul Siridechawat. Although you wouldn't really have needed to know this to have worked out that Nong Nao can easily be seen as a Pran-substitute in BBS.

Pat refers to Pran as the Nong to his Phi or Hia a couple of times in Bad Buddy (e.g., at Ep.10 [3I4] 18.50 and 19.56) and they themselves joke about Pran being Nong Nao/Nong Noo at Ep.8 [3I4] 6.30. Also, when Pran manages to fend off Pat's romantic thrusts during their Ep.7 courtship competition with gigil/geram-inducing parries, Pat's instinctive reaction is to vent his frustrations out on none other than poor little Nong Nao, his stand-in for Pran (see Ep.7 [1I4] 17.11).

But I think Nong Nao's significance goes deeper than just reminding Pat of Pran. We're also allowed a look into Pat's psychological interior, especially when we contrast his relationship to Nong Nao against what we know about Pran.

If I'm reading this right, I think Pat's comfort object Nong Nao is also the parallel to Pran's comfort object – his PP hobo bag.

The double P on Pran's faithful tote can be seen as a single P hiding a smaller one at its center, just the way Pran was nursing an unseen, unspoken crush on Pat in his heart for years (written up here).

And we saw how Pran, when out and about, would rarely be seen without this emotional crutch that he would clasp to his person as some sort of psychological armor against the external world.

This makes sense, especially when we see how introverted Pran put in so much effort to build up walls against the outside, much preferring the solitude and psychological stillness of his own inner world, desolate as it might have been (see this write-up here for more analysis).

But Pat in many ways is the opposite of Pran, and nowhere is this more immediately visible than in his extroversion. Pat's energy is directed outward and (after Ep.1 and Pran's return) he is often, if not always, full of sunshine and jovial smiles in the company of others (not when the situation is sad or threatening of course, but definitely when it is at least neutral, if not happy).

A clear example of this would be the scene at the Jae Si Curry House starting at Ep.2 [2/4] 0.18 – Pran's demeanor at the Archi boys' table is so serious and buttoned-up, compared to Pat's hearty laughs and unguarded body language at the Engine boys' table (and BBS also takes a highlighter pen to this with Pran inside under shelter while Pat is outside in the open). 🤩

So for extrovert Pat, being out in the world is his comfort zone, and is also why in Ep.8 he couldn't stop himself from posting little photos on Instagram hinting at their love affair with the hashtag #JustFriends (see Ep.8 [4/4] 0.56), much to secretive Pran's chagrin.

However, what BBS only quietly suggests (without showing it to us directly) is that Pat doesn't seem to do so well when it's just him alone. He says at Ep.7 [2/4] 5.46 "I can’t sleep if I don’t have Nong Nao in my arms", which at first I took to be solely a ruse to get Pran over to his apartment. But now I think it hints of more, that extrovert Pat's inner world is not really a place he likes to inhabit, unlike introvert Pran who takes refuge in his internal sanctuary.

With regard to Nong Nao's age, Pran refers to the doll-pillow as neither new nor old, but "oldish" (see Ep.7 [2/4] 5.43). So it's not a relic from Pat's early childhood, which would be about a decade and a half prior (and Nong Nao's appearance also aligns with this).

I'm only guessing, but it would seem that Pat took to needing Nong Nao to help him fall asleep maybe in his early teens or just before? This would be around the time when an individual starts questioning their identity and how it relates to their sense of self.

I think what BBS shows us is that Pran has a pretty strong grip on his own mindset and identity. His inner world can't have been the most comfortable, but it was comfortable enough for him because it was the single source of truth about himself and reassuring in its unchanging nature (see this write-up here).

On the other hand Pat's innermost self, at least before he coupled up with Pran, must have been quite a different environment. From childhood Ming had pushed his son to be a proxy in his battle with the Siridechawats, and the naturally-open and loving Pat was taught, maybe even forced against his better instincts, to "hate" Pran next door (using own word from Ep.10 [4/4] 10.32).

So when in the world outside, Pat was fully sure of himself and his role there. But when it was just him alone, his outside self wouldn't have gelled with his internal reality and must have caused him all sorts of unease and uncertainty.

For how can you be comfortable and secure in your own company, when you are in some ways a stranger to yourself, and you don't truly recognize who you are? Within his inner confines, Pat would have been seeing diverse versions of himself juxtaposed and jostling for centerstage, and to have had these different, seemingly-familiar faces haunting your (sub- or semi-) consciousness would likely have been a scarily disorientating scenario in one so young.

And when Pran was sent away, teen Pat no longer had Pran's company and counsel, and no more tin-can phone calls right before bedtime to comfort him and keep him safe from whatever demons lurked in the darkness whenever it was just him alone in his world.

It's not surprising that Nong Nao would have been a tremendous comfort to Pat, because this reminder of his unadulterated friendship with Pran, borne from his true self and unpolluted by Ming's influence, was also a reminder of his true nature and identity in his head, where other renderings of Pat planted by Ming also had to co-exist like various ghostly beings, animated but not true to life.

What terrors must plague your night-time dreams, that you have to clutch a little stand-in babyghoul, appropriately monsterish as a shield against the monsters haunting your loneliest moments – and the horror only multiplies when you realize that the monsters are various versions of you?

How tragic is that, not to know your own heart, or to feel safe alone with it?

Maybe this is why for most of BBS, Pat is shown to us as being out of touch with his inner self (e.g., he could not tell that his incipient romantic feelings were for Pran and not Ink). I can see him escaping into the day as much as he could, fleeing from the darkness within – and when he had no choice at night, he had to have Nong Nao/Bad Buddy/Pran clutched to his front as armor. (But it appears that he could not escape things entirely, and the darkly-frowning Pat of Ep.1 [1I4] 1.08, devoid of Pran and beset by demons, is our first view of him before Pran comes back into his life.)

Pran was the original savior in BBS, when he saved Pa from drowning in Ep.1. He may not have known it, but I think he saved Pat too – from himself and the monster he had become. For it was Pran who helped Pat to see who he really was inside – someone open-hearted and capable of loving truly, not just some ghostly shell programmed only to hate the boy next door.

But just as Pran remained loyal to his PP bag throughout BBS, Pat never abandoned Nong Nao either, even when the little stitched-up imp no longer had to understudy for Pran in Pat's life after they became a couple, and even after Pat settled into knowing himself for who he truly was.

And I think this is because – even with Pran in his life as partner, soulmate and protector of his heart – our big-hearted boy with so much love to give isn't ever going to forsake any reminder of Pran Parakul Siridechawat, and will hold him tightly to his heart physically and figuratively, for all the rest of his life. 💖‌

[callsign-rogueone]

hey cutie! i hope you're doing well! i saw your liam post a while back and bc i seemed to love him and so does literally everybody else, i was wondering (bc im writing a book) what makes him so likeable to people? like why did we all fall in love with him immediately and then die of devastation when he was killed?

hihi!! Liam deserves multiple essays on how amazing he is, but here's some thoughts that I can def expand on later if you'd like, not edited at all (also if I missed anything, feel free to add in comments / reblogs!!)

he has a tragic backstory and he's from a group that you're "not supposed to like". Xaden drags Vi into the marked group, but Liam's the one who truly brings her around on the issue and builds sympathy? empathy? whichever one. for Vi and the reader -- we find out his parents were killed, he was separated from his little sister, both of them are forced to be riders and serve a country that has done terrible things to them and their family...

he has a sweet old man hobby. he WHITTLES. that is senior citizen behavior. I know the hobbies a person can have in this world are a bit limited since their tech isn't like ours but still. he's 20 years old and he whittles for fun. what a dweeb. (I say this affectionately. you all know I will defend this man with my life. and he's very good at it and it makes him happy 🥺)

his whole relationship with Xaden. Liam is this perfect (literally) little puppy soldier that does absolutely everything Xaden asks of him because he quite literally owes Xaden his life (and Sloane's.) that level of dedication is rare. and that he clearly looks up to Xaden (and I HC that he wants to make him proud...)

adding on to that... him protecting Violet without (visible) pushback. he's agreeable to protecting the daughter of the woman who killed his parents and aunts/uncles/family friends etc., most obviously because Xaden asked him to, but I also think he was able to separate the mother and daughter like Garrick did too. he knows Vi isn't at fault for his problems.

he's smiley / laughing / a good time. he's the foil to Xaden in many ways (brothers who look nothing alike, most obviously) but he shows us that not all the marked ones are angry and gloomy all the time. he gets in on second squad's banter, makes jokes of his own...

he's very observant and emotionally intelligent. he knows what's going on b/n Vi and Xaden, and I highly doubt that's because him and Xaden are having slumber parties with Bodhi and Garrick to talk about their crushes (I have to write that now, don't I... the girlfriends having a "girls night" and the boys not knowing what to do with themselves. so they have their own girls night...) he just picks up on all the little things and he knows when Vi is and isn't okay, despite having known her for like... a max of 6 months?

literally mister perfect. he's the quadrant's golden boy. he was forced to be here, but he's top of the class, jogged across the parapet, best time on the gauntlet, dusted everyone. never lost a challenge. I know Deigh is so dang proud of his boy. probably brags to the other dragons about his perfect son <3

Sloane. he's worried about her for next year, he's writing her letters weekly even though he can't send them, and by the time he CAN send them, she'll be in the quadrant herself... yeah, good thing he wrote them in advance... [crickets] anyway, he's a cutie big brother like Brennan, wanting to protect lil sis, and it's clear he loves her so so much <3 (another headcanon of mine that she absolutely adored him and he was forced into all the tea parties and dolls stuff but he did it with a smile. need girl dad Liam so bad.)

and then the circumstances of his death. he died following Xaden's orders (prime directive: keep Violet safe) and while it's been eight months since I last read that scene and I refuse to read it again any time soon, I think he definitely knew that he was putting himself in immediate danger to save her, and he still did it anyway.

that's all I got for now but I am absolutely positive that there's more. good luck with the book!! I did some work on my own today on the flight, inspiration struck after leaving it to sit there for months lol

[wheezysoblivion]

Dating phw hcs~ nsfw/sfw

He’s a very unhinged lover

Percy often brings up ideas for you two to engage in when bored

Such as: dumpster diving, making voodoo dolls of one another, sex

Meeting Percy was a whole other story

You met while at a gas station, when you literally bumped into each others heads when grabbing the same energy drink

Percy = smitten

The relationship was taken quite slow at first, but once you guys were going out you never stopped

He is easily the more affection out of the two of you

Always needing you to be in his general vicinity, or just knowing that you’re in his apartment makes him all giddy n’ shit

It has been talked about that he fake fucks you when you bend over

But I have a twist, it turns into real sex cause he begins to grind on you which in return makes you wet and him hard

Also has been talked about, but licking you and biting you 😩

Not always in a sexual manner, but it can be that way, just licking you as a silly goofy way to have your dna on his tongue 🤷‍♀️

Dance parties are the most favored thing you guys do in your free time

Often tipsy, but that just makes it more fun

Hip shaking, tripping over feet, half-assed tricks

It can be romantic though

Slow dancing to strange songs the both of you have taken a liking to (ie: twilight- boa, exit music for a flim- radiohead, etc)

Takes the most random photos, like this one:

And this one:

Makes it more romantic IMO

Before you started dating, he invited you to hang out with his not-so-small friend group, and they INSTANTLY loved you

Move it Percy, you're their new bestie

I distinctly remember seeing him and Natalie in this one scene from the gifted when they locked hands, and I IMMEDIATELY took notice on how large his hands actually were

Which got me thinking... choking? Yes. Face holding? Absolutely. Hand comparison to make you blush? Damn right.

He knows you're obsessed with his hands, and he'll never let you live it down

When intimate, he tends to be more of a person who wants to take care of you more than you taking care of him

He's more turned on seeing the way your face looks when he's giving you pleasure, or teasing you, rather than receiving his own pleasure

Now, if you propose you blow him, he won't exactly turn it down, but he prefers giving way more than receiving, but me personally I’d be sucking his dick quite a bit (everyday)

Loves your ass, can't explain it. But if you are on the curvy side, or plus sized, you bet he's diving in there atleast twice a day.

When having sex, he prefers doggystyle, cowgirl, and spread eagle. Don't ask though

Back to the fluffier stuff

His parents love you, it's just being in your presence makes them appreciate the happiness you've brought their son

Won't hesitate to ridicule your ass if you hurt his beautiful soul, same with your parents if he plays with your feelings

You two were inseparable before dating, imagine how it is now that you’re together

You don’t even use the bathroom without each other, unless if you’re shitting

Leaves the biggest hickies, like fat circular ones right on your neck

Everyone knows that he fucks you

The hickies you give him are small, but much more frequent

Like tiny little bites and bruises around his nipple

Your most favorite spot to leave hickies is on the nape of his neck

Barely visible, they almost look like small bug bites

But they were made from raw love ❤️

If you have a more plump face like I do, then you bet he’s always licking, and kissing your cheek

It’s a force of habit, your cheeks are just so soft, and Percy just loved feeling his lips meet your smooth skin

He’s the mort to your king Julian, and vice-versa

Back to nsfw

Legit best at everything, ESPECIALLY fingering

The way he twists and curls his long digits inside you makes you cry out in pleasure, becoming so intense it leads you to sob

When he takes your panties and shoves them in your mouth as a way to keep you quiet cause everyone is sleeping

The amount of vigor in his tongue when he licks your clit could get to the center of a tootsie pop in two seconds

He relishes in the contorted look on your face when you cum, biting down harshly on your saliva dampened underwear, small salty tears running down your cheeks from the sheer intensity of your orgasm

Percy then begins to check up on you like a million times, “are you okay?” “Do you need anything, are you sure?”

Along with the numerous ‘I love you’s shared between cheek kisses

This relationship = what I want

[dreamii-krybaby]

Ok so listen, yes, its me, back with my dead russian robot couple. Bc I said so and bc I have ADHD

I HC that Yeva has plenty of fucking scars, mostly are improperly healed scars by getting hurt by other drones at CFL and the camps. Some are the equivalent of robo-stretch marks and she also has a big scar on her chest and her left eye was left permanently glitching after getting blown off due to the AS.

So she tries her best to cover them up and she is very insecure about them and feels uncomfortable when people ask her about it.

And a few days ago I realized that Yeva’s parter is actually very covered up.

What I mean by this is that if u look closely at him in the picture shown in EP4 you can see him wearing a long sleeve jacket + shorts + scarf + trapper hat. Thats a lot of accessories tbh, yes he is not the only one but it’s still rare. He is more covered up than Khan and the Teacher. And from analyzing all of the scenes he has appeared, and by looking at the frames and by playing with the lighting, his chest is barely visible too. (Just like the Teacher and Khan)

So this let me to HC that some way or another his body (mostly his whole chest area up to his neck and arms) are also covered to the brim with scars. They mostly look like cracks.

So like I can imagine at some point her husband witnesses her scars and Yeva immediately starts to panic and feel ashamed. Only for her husband to gently reach out for her (specifically by touching one of her scars) and then takes off his scarf,rolls up his sleeves, unzips his jacket and reveal he is also has hundreds of scars underneath.

Her husband proceeds to confort her. You know- the 2 have a little moment and awkwardly talk about their scars and shit. And like her husband telling her that scars can symbolize someone’s strength and persistence so she doesn’t feel ashamed of them.

Yeva still is uncomfortable with her scars but not too much as before. Also she doesn’t feel the need to cover them up at home. Same goes for her parter.

Also one of their love languages is caressing eachother’s scars.

Me after torturing myself by thinking about angst and wholesome shit regarding Doll’s parents while fully knowing they have a screen time of 6 seconds, no voicelines, barely any information on their personality, we don’t even know if they are even a healthy couple,are already dead and they probably won’t come back:

[hisuian-history-makers]

Pre-Episode 4 Theory

Post Episode 4 Theory

I knew I was right to be skeptical about Uzi going full Murder Drone! But wow—there is a lot too unpack with what this one introduced.

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First off, what’s wrong with Uzi’s classmates? Why were they so afraid of her when Doll was going all prom murder? The first time I slightly get cause they were surprised by her speaking a bit suddenly. But the second time? They all saw Uzi exit the tree lining before she spoke!

Unless it’s right in front of them—they barely react/register tragedy, going as far as to play it off as a joke. I thought Lizzy was a singular case due to being best friends with Doll. She at least seemed far more nonchalant about killing off her classmates. And she isn’t even AS infected!

The promo showed who was going to be killed.

Once again, I’m reminded these are robots trying to mimic human society. Their emotional intelligence is pretty poor overall considering they barely react to deaths afterward. Following mob/herd mentality, no continuous sense of self-preservation, and having very loose morals.

The fact they found more comfort in known murderers is concerning. Makes me wonder how their parent's generation even survived.

(Also, it was Nori’s idea to create the doors and not Khan's? “Build doors against the coming sky demons!–The singularity awakens...”)

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Two; How in the world can Uzi’s AbsoluteSolver create organic matter?! I was under the strong impression that it used nanites to affect general things. Yet this is on a completely another level.

Something which her mother seemed to be aware of. Uzi made f*cking bat-like wings and a mouthed tail out of nothing. People appear to be debating whether she was fully herself or AS crazy during that scene in the ep comments. It. It could either way to be honest. We see her puke up (streaming) oil from Daren and look at her oil-covered hand in horror. Her eyes/visor flickering between a Murder Drone X to high temperature warning to AS symbol in one eye.

And yet she goes into murder mode pretty quickly. Laughing eerily similar to V from Ep 1.

She tricked V by begging to speak to N, then during the falling talk was clearly in full control of herself. I hate the Absolute Solver program.

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Sidenote, We see how V has indeed been hiding things. “New body, same horrors, huh, Cyn?” Who from a very brief flashback from N is the fourth yellow-eyed drone Tessa restored. We kinda knew about her from the beginning since we see “Absolute Solver attempt block by Administrator CYN.” post-reboot slap. She had the AS symbol plus the large distended mouth in the flashback. She—she had a human arm in her mouth showing it off to N (I think.)

How she maintains an Administrator position in the JCJenson corporation—shown to hate rogue/free-thinking AIs—I’ll never know...

Another, or the same arm, was shown in a chandelier a few seconds after. The flashback ends with what I believe to be a black hole in the sky. Or maybe a blotted out sun?

Red eyes were visible when N fries that monitor touching the buttons. Except for them being rounder than a drone’s so we can rule out Doll.

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Thirdly. There was more to Nori than we could imagine given the little bug recognizing 02.

Register Torture Chamber complaint??? Either Nori used torture chambers(!) on other drones or was subjected to one. She seemed to have a descent into madness after the core explosion. If the box of “Family Memories before Nori went Kooky & Insane” was any indication. I did miss that when I first watched the episode...

Nori didn’t just see the three Murder Drones, she saw countless descended from the sky that the doors were her idea in the first place. There are so many questions we can ask about this: Did Nori and Yeva know about the Zombie Drone thing? Did they not use their abilities in public to avoid turning as Uzi does? Will Doll eventually turn—or is it only older AS “02”? How often did Worker Drones turn into Zombie Drones back on Earth that there needed to be a training tape about them? I really hate AS.

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4th—AbsoluteSolver does indeed cause the same overheating issues in Murder Drones. It feels nice to get a confirmation for this since we could only speculate. Uzi burns in sunlight now. She can regenerate like a Disassembly Drone too. All while still having wings, a stinger/mouthed tail, and the AbsoluteSolver abilities. The purple protagonist has the programming to become a far deadlier AS/Murder Drone hybrid.

Took down V like it was barely anything. Where did her new wings and tail even go when N caught her? Do they fold into her body like the Murder Drone's own ones do?? Her tail??? I thought J’s AS heart-thing was fleshy cause it used human ribcage remnants. Clearly, we know otherwise that it becomes an extension of advanced AbsoluteSolvee users... What did Cyn/Tessa/JCJenson create? (nightmare fuel)

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Lastly, character growth! Uzi showed her softer side and insecurities in this episode. N appears to be losing his doormat qualities defending himself. V’s still mean—but worried mean~ She is looking out for N, and very afraid for them.

Glitch and the crew really stepped up their animation ability in this episode. Characters are far more fluid. We see their expressions range, the episode was less joking to bring home how serious Cabin Fever was. At least more so compared to the other three episodes—nice.

More in the tags. >>>>>>>>>>>>> 2nd Post-Ep Four Theory

[notsosilentsister]

The Lost Daughter

It is a film about an older woman developing a weird interest in a younger woman, which is neither sexual nor particularly related to jealousy over a guy. They're both tourists vacationing in Greece, and there's a fleeting sensation regarding the young man working at the poolbar, a particularly animated conversation that could be read as flirtatuous, a moment of maybe disappointment to find him entangled in an affair with the young woman - or maybe not disappointment, but rather a sense of recognition, a wistful, painful reminder of personal past transgressions. But that's not what packs the emotional punch.

The young woman has a child and and a sister-in-law highly pregnant with her first child at 42. I catch myself briefly thinking, oh, maybe I could have a child at 42; I'm turning 40 this year and in a self-flagellating mood about closing windows of opportunity, but maybe more because of the principle of the thing. At this point of the film, I'm also a bit projecting, thinking, oh, that's why the protagonist keeps staring at the young mother with the kid, she's regretting her own choice not to have any. This is of course a bit of a baseless projection; the protagonist is 47, at which point one probably would have made peace with that. Besides, she soon talks about her own two daughters in conversation, which are also shown in the flashbacks regularly interrupting the current stream of the narrative.

The flashbacks, however, are shrouded in a certain sense of forboding. Clearly, there is something to regret. It's not what I initially assumed watching the scenes of the young mother searching her kid on the Greek beach interspersed with scenes of the protagonist searching her own daughter on another beach in a flashback - but in its own way, sufficiently devastating.

The protagonist is a professor, a scholar of comparative literature. In flashbacks we see her quoted by the hot colleague she's crushing on, about the importance of attention. For her, hospitality (linguistic hospitality, she writes about translation) comes in holding attention, even in crisis. Hot colleague also quotes Simone Veil, about attention being the rarest and purest form of generosity.

But attention is a limited resource. How much attention can a mother give, with two little girls constantly tugging at her? Something, someone won't get enough. I'm reminded that I would make a pretty subpar mom; I react very badly to being interrupted in a train of thought; I find it easy to blend out my surroundings when absorbed in a matter of interest - I might be terribly neglectful, if insufficiently dutiful; or terribly resentful, if barely dutiful enough. It's a struggle that clearly tears at the protagonist in all her flashbacks. The young mom in the current timeline seems to struggle too. Her jealous, short-tempered husband is frequently absent (and possibly involved in some shady activities), the daughter picks up on the tension and acts out a lot. When she loses her doll, she's inconsolable and the young mom's nerves start to fray more and more visibly.

I am turning 40, and I find myself getting strangely sentimental about young women at random moments. It's so weird to think about this idea men often express that the chief emotion one would feel is jealousy. I don't doubt it's a problem for some women (on a school trip with my class this spring, Letitia and Undine came to me to complain about a rude couple they had just encountered in the mall, the man had been leering at them and the woman called them slurs - I didn't know what to tell them; it seemed patronizing to say they didn't deserve it as if that needed saying, obviously they knew they didn't deserve it; so I just confirmed - this is so messed up, the nerve of some people! The nerve, I said, and the indignity, I thought, to fight over a guy who's leering after sixteen-year olds. And I shuddered internally, like one shudders at the thought of Carthaginians feeding children to Moloch, penitents wearing hairshirts to mortify the flesh, anchorites volunteering to be immured - alien compulsions of past ages) - but it's really just one of a million things one might feel! Wistfulness, sure (which is not the same as envy; you can't step into the same river twice; to feel nostalgic is to accept the loss), but also relief (I've been through that too! I made it out!), pity, protectiveness. Or simply recognition - that's who I was, who part of me still is.

I've just returned from a trip to Trieste; I went there alone, to meet up with friends eventually. But I had a day to kill on my own. That suited me well enough; I often like to do a bit more sight-seeing than my co-travelers and don't like feeling as if dragging people along - a good opportunity to book a guided walking tour. It was the middle of August, during a heat-wave - not a popular occasion for such activities; so it turned out to be a really small group, me, a young Spanish couple, and one other Austrian, a pretty girl with chestnut curls. She made me think of a Studio-Ghibli heroine: bright, curious eyes, oval face, gentle contours, dressed in a simple, practical outfit, comfortable shoes, ready for adventure. At the end of the tour, I asked the guide for further suggestions, and Chestnut Curls enthusiastically chimed in about her ferry-ride to Miramare. I could have asked her for details; I planned to go there too. But anyway, taking the bus would be faster, and I get quickly bored on boats, so I dropped the issue, and we parted ways. I immediately regretted it. I felt I would have enjoyed talking to her a bit longer, and for the rest of the day, I kept returning to that image of her amidst the serene splendor of the borgo theresiano, waiting for the tour to start in the still merciful morning light, before the sun would subjugate us under its full power. So, what was this about? Obviously not about being a pretty girl with chestnut curls, which would not have described me at any point in history. But recognition, still. That’s who I was, who part of me still is. The urge to leave the group for a short private excursion, the thrill of independence - getting up earlier than everyone else, to make the most of the morning, the day wide-open, impossibly wide. I thought of a stroll at the beach at 18, a vacation in Croatia with friends, at that moment still asleep in the apartment we had rented. They had been sitting up late, drinking and talking, but this one evening, I had left them early, to rise early. I had wanted to see the sunrise.

The thrill of independence wears off –  I’ve chosen a solitary life; I’ve started to take it for granted. But I had never been to Trieste before. It’s still an adventure. And I can still get up early in the morning. I should get up earlier more often.

[jaymber]

First off I wanna preface this by saying I haven’t been in the CP2077 fandom for very long and I’ve been following you for even less time but I absolutely adore your ocs, and seeing them cross my dash makes me smile every time I also love reading the tidbits of lore around them..I truly love them and everything you do and I cannot wait to see more 🖤 -ps do you think you could maybe do a up close of gabby’s tattoos? I’m real curious about them

Welcome to the fandom and thanks so much for your kind words! It means a lot to me!!!! 💜💜💜💜💜

And sure! I can do that, but keep in mind that I can't focus on modding more than like, an hour, so all their tattoos are rushed! Well, Gabby only has one technically, the other marks on their body are either supposed to be a birthmark or scars (I'll get around to make them into real scars eventually but... y'know...)

And hope you don't mind me rambling a little either! So here's a Keep Reading!

Oops, had to make Gabby bald for that one hehe 🤭

I'm gonna preface this by saying I can't draw, all these were taken from free vector sites. These are four different filigree images I put together, plus the sign of Venus (♀).

The thorns filigrees are a reference to Jesus' crown. Gabby got their tattoo after being fired from Militech for blowing their cover as a double agent and left for dead by Arasaka assassins. It's a symbol of their rebirth, but also a symbol they rejected their father's power (he's a descendant of the founder of Militech) to join the "mortals", the lower class.

The two other filigrees I used are inspired by rococco art, which is known to be a pastel and irregular artstyle with too many details. It suits Gabby's personnality.

The sign of Venus is both a nod at their gender (they partially identify as a woman) and their essence as a cambion (half-succubus). Lucifer is the former name of the planet Venus. Their stage name is Venere di Luce, Venus of Light.

Gabby has other markings on their body. Two scars and a birthmark.

Gabby's birthmark is a reference to the number of the Beast. I was inspired by The Omen. So, in some occult beliefs, the term "Antichrist" refers to all children born from a demon and a human, not just Satan. It's just another sign that Gabby isn't fully human.

Their scars are both branding marks made from hot iron and Holy Water. The one on their neck isn't as visible usually, I used Photoshop tools to make it clearer. It's the symbol for the Death's-Head Moth, a XBD "studio" who hired Gabby after they were fired from Militech since they cannot die, making them the "perfect doll" for them to play with.

It was applied to them shortly after they started hanging more and more with Maelstrom. Gabby had agreed for the scene, since they thought the mark would fade away pretty quickly. They didn't know the DHM's leader knew about their demonic nature. It's just there now. Forever. It'll always hurt a little bit.

The second branding scar is a symbol of Maelstrom. Gabby eventually broke their contract from the Death's-Head Moth to work with Maelstrom instead. They didn't want an initiation cause they like their face a little too much for that, so they chose a different approach to make themself an official associate of the gang.

They were publically branded by Royce, and yes, it was extremely painful. The scar looks right on some angles only. I'll make them into real scars eventually!

Also, I'm using your nice ask to say that I've changed Gabby's eyes to give them a more unnatural look! They're literally the goat now 🤭

[cherryblossomsandhydrangeas]

Sk8 Rewatch Ep8

No, Adam, there is no one is the world who was created just for you. You’re looking for a doll/plaything, not a human being.

See, now that? That’s a moon. I don’t know what the hell that was from Ep6.

Wow, there are a lot of fruits at S.

Shadow: He’s [Reki] scared to race against Adam. *Laughs* Shadow, you’re the one who took him to the hospital and visibly sighed in the relief that he was okay.

Love how the people on the left are standing as far away from Adam as possible. Notice, how the people on Miya’s side are a bit closer as well since they’re not within Adam’s reach.

You know I think I’d be able to feel a bit more sympathy for Adam if his aunts version of love was the only one he knew. But that’s not what happened. He was loved by Tadashi, Kaoru, and Kojiro all normally, so it’s not like he doesn’t know other forms of love, this is all very much a choice.

Another reason I can’t feel sympathy is his pedophilia. Like, Adam believes that Langa is his Eve, right? Which means they’ll soon go to The Zone/Eden/The World Only For The Two Of Us. So, why is he excited for Miya to “bloom” so he can fall in love with him. Any sympathy you could have possibly gotten from me was destroyed with that comment.

Another post I’m gonna make is Cherry’s relationship with Carla and how fandom mischaracterizes it a bit.

I’m most definitely making a post on how Cherry couldn’t beat Adam, but he was able to match him. Like, I think it will be my life’s work for this blog. (other than the fanfics I’m planning)

Ah, Tadashi, this was you at your best. I’m so sorry about the ending you got.

Aww, my poor boys.

As a person who is also a little sister, I understand Koyomi on a fundamental level.

One thing I don’t like is how the show tries to present Ainosuke’s aunts as a consequence. Like, it’s formula is: Adam hurts someone or harasses a child, but he still has to go home to his aunts! Ainosuke’s aunts are not a consequence, they are his backstory. They don’t abuse him because of his actions, they are the cause of his mentality. The only consequence he might have gotten was jail for perjury and other illegal acts, but that was shoehorned away. Some of this can be explained by Sk8 being 12 eps long, thus not given enough time to add more fundamental scenes, but god, I would have loved at least one scene where Ainosuke does anything antagonistic, faces a consequence, and it isn’t brushed off by him or thrown away by the narrative, thus staying with him for the rest of the story.

I know Tadashi probably has/had romantic feelings for Ainosuke, but honestly I can’t see them as having anything other than a platonic or familial bond, or, at the very least an unrequited one where one has romantic feelings and the other has familial/platonic.

One day I am going to make a post about how Tadashi was abused by the Shindos (including Ainosuke) just as much as Ainosuke himself was.

Shout out to Joe for doing the work Reki’s father cannot since he has to work away from home all the time!

Mom of the year! Hasegawa Nanako!

Ngl, I want Harry’s backstory. My man’s made it to the tournament no problem. Note: he had to have been the second person from Cherry’s bracket to win since we never saw anybody else cross during that run.

Sometimes I feel like Adam dislikes Joe. Like he goes “...Joe” because he’s Langa’s opponent instead of him, but I wonder if that bled over into their adolescence. Like, he wrote Joe’s name on the 3 of diamonds. I can’t help but wonder if he was also subtly calling him a third wheel like he does Reki later.

Shout out to Joe for doing the work Langa’s father cannot since he’s in a coffin six feet under in Canada!

I actually like how Joe still has a sliver of hope left for Adam, even though he probably wants to punch him more for Cherry’s sake than his own, he still cares for his old friend a tiny bit.

[cliban]

AYE

Hi so to preface - I'm a sexual assault survivor who is DEEPLY uncomfortable with how Angel was treated in the show, by the show creators, and in general, and I've put a little bit into re-working him to still keep him relatively intact as the original Angel Dust, but portrayed in a way I feel would reflect a more interesting character. I also don't like Hazbin Hotel or Vivziepop very much lmao - I happen to be a trans guy.

Spoilers for the entirety of Hazbin Hotel, and CW for discussions of rape, other sexual assault, loss of autonomy, transphobia, and abuse.

Angel, in the rewrite I have going with Jay and co, is a sinner trapped in a bad contract with Valentino, that part stays enough the same. Valentino likes to use Angel's image as a porn star and as a trans man (another change - Angel literally just has breasts in the original but is still a cis man. Not to say that cis men cannot play with gender however they want, or that cis men cannot have breasts, but the sexualized nature of Angel's chest felt fetish-y to both transfems and transmascs) to portray the "perfect" sexual being.

Angel himself was initially all for it, as he quite enjoyed sex, sexuality, etc - He's a gay man that's invested in kink and bdsm, he thinks it's fun, etc. To note, he would be the only major character in this Hazbin rewrite who has an arc so sexually present - the others would be Asmodeus (obviously), Stolas (to outline his consent issues), and to a lesser extent Fizz (similar to Angel's autonomy issues, but less about the sex doll thing and more just.... Mammon's control), who are all more Helluva Boss centric. Anyway, to clear that up, most characters would not be as hypersexual as they are in the show lmao

Pre-show, Valentino has successfully marketed Angel as that perfect sexual being - a somewhat androgynous man with a vagina, feminine enough to have breasts but masculine enough to overall pass as male. Something for everyone. Angel is becoming slowly more dysphoric, but is banned from transitioning, and violence slowly creeps into his and Valentino's relationship as Angel starts to protest against some of the bullshit, but is, of course, shot down. By the time the show present rolls around, Angel is quite literally at his lowest point, and willing to take the free lodging just to get away at some points.

He initially presents as a very flirty, very porn-y person, extremely confident, thinks he's funny, more like he is in the pilot. Kind of a dick, feels very self-centered and acts like he's better than everyone because he's famous and a porn star. When Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Alastor, etc start very firmly rejecting any flirting he does, he starts spiraling a little in private, because "God, I pushed them too far, and that makes me just as bad if not worse than Valentino" and "If nobody actively wants me all the time, what worth do I even have?"

Those initial personality traits are mostly to get him by - People expect him to be a little flirty at least, so he dials it up. He can get away with seducing his way out of bad situations using his body and his reputation, and he does it so often that it becomes a very subconscious first nature thing to him.

Eventually, this leads up to my rewrite of episode 4, which is so long I put this under a cut lmao

Now I did like the aspect of Husk calling Angel out on his very fake demeanor, but there was absolutely 0 leadup to it, so I would push episode 4 over to a far later episode and have some scenes building up to it; We know Angel uses drugs to cope, and I assume that would extend to drinking, so Husk would just quietly start picking up on when those episodes happen (after porn shoots), the visible marks on Angel's body (physical violence from Valentino that he passes off as a bdsm shoot), all those little details that Husk would have picked up on from his gambling history. In any case, Husk wouldn't call out Angel in front of everyone because Angel would just. Back further away from any progress. Instead, I'd put Angel as trying to come onto Husk (possibly drug-induced state) and Husk calling him out there. Maybe Alastor or Charlie could overhear, to which Charlie decides to go Support Angel At Work (because she would be less. squeamish abt everything in the rewrite lol) and see how the business is run

In any case the scene of Charlie accidentally mucking things up - in this case she's just distracting actors because she's genuinely interested in people - and Valentino goes and whispers something inaudible to the audience to Angel, because Valentino has been friendly (not creepy like he is in the original ep) the entire time, and Angel's face just drops, but he goes over to tell her to sit down and the conversation escalates because Charlie's panicking that Angel's upset and Angel is panicking that Valentino's gonna take it out on him and now Charlie's upset, so it escalates to Charlie leaving.

After that night's shoot - which is Not depicted by the way, I want to make it very clear that that montage was literally a sexual assault/gangrape montage - Angel is visibly battered and if we have make the details clearer we can have an advertised scene or people talking about how good [that shoot] was, contrasted with Angel covering up and being uncomfortable. I'd rather have it implied not even because of discomfort but because leaving things up to implication can make the audience feel so much worse for him

then Angel enters the hotel and Charlie tries to talk to him about it in that bright cheery "how'd it go?!" and Angel is genuinely a dick to her. Like full on snapping at her. I think it's important to have Angel have some real assholish moments in the show, then have Valentino use that later in order to manipulate Angel further in another attempt to isolate him. Anyway Angel storms out and Charlie makes to go after him, but Husk goes wait. I'll do it. and because Charlie has had some scenes with Husk demonstrating his people-pacifying social skills to her before, she trusts him and passes along a message

Husk finds Angel at the same scene, schmoozing it up with some guys and letting them spike his drink. Husk drags Angel out again and asks why the fuck he'd let that happen. I'm not entirely sure how Angel would react, but his internal reasoning is that if he lets that happen, it's a more "real" form of assault on him. Valentino very clearly manipulates Angel's consent to the point where Angel is unsure if he's consented or not (he is not), and Angel deals with hypersexuality as a result of that. In this case, he'd go out and sleep with a bunch of ppl in very dubious consenting situations because 1. he is hypersexual and craves validation that is not from Valentino, which is easiest to access via sexual validation, 2. his self-worth is somewhat tied to how much he can serve others, or drugs, and both are of equal value to him, 3. if all else fails, he can point out that situation to himself as the most "valid" violation of his consent, and justify his godawful situation to himself, a "at least Valentino doesn't do this to me!"

Husk, being very good at people, goes yeah. okay. that's fucked. it's all fucked. you still need to apologize to charlie though. and Angel agrees because he was being a dick. But from there it opens up a dialogue of Charlie and Husk slowly getting through to Angel and eventually, when Charlie figures out the full extent of what Valentino is doing to Angel, she goes fucking feral. princess of hell an all that

If you have any questions feel free to ask, i guess! jfc that got long

Please tell me what is Angel Dust in your rewrite

@cliban wanna do the honors?

[neonponders]

Another small part two for @wrecked-fuse ‘s pocketverse ~

Part 1 here ~

(also I’m putting these on ao3 so they’re easy to find.)

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Steve never expected to be in a doll boutique, but his latest, high maintenance residents refused the stiff, itchy clothes that came on commercial dolls. So now he walked around with the two little ones hitching a ride in his shirt pocket. 

It was odd, shopping for tiny and overpriced linen and stretchy knit fabrics. But clothes were clothes, and he kept looking around to make sure onlookers wouldn’t spot the tiny people in his pocket.

“See anything you like?” he whispered, but the replies were not helpful.

“Biwwy, is it scarwy in here?”

“The cwreeps aren’t wreal. But we’wre not tall enough for this.”

He had a point, there. These dolls were simply too big. Steve pivoted toward a section of the store which would arguably be worse: the porcelain harlequin section. But this boutique was organized by doll size, and unfortunately more clothing options went on larger dolls...

Steve sent a harmless smile to the shopkeeper, who eyeballed him suspiciously. His jacket easily covered small Billy and Steve, but their voices were not so easy to mask. Steve hoped the visible ear buds and cord hanging around his face would make anyone think the voices were from the radio.

“What the hell, Steve?”

He sighed. “Ignore the clowns. What about these overalls?”

“How do we piss in overwalls?” Billy retorted.

Steve sighed and continued along the shelves. “How about Grease lightning over here?”

“YEAH!”

“Shhhhhh, sh,” Steve panicked. “Quiet, all right? The owner already thinks I’m going to steal something.”

“Sounds fun,” Billy declared, wiggling in the pocket to get out.

Steve hastily cupped his hands around his shirtfront to catch the daredevils climbing - naked - from his pocket. He set them gently on the shelf and thankfully still had his hands up to catch the doll little Steve promptly knocked over. “Hold ‘im, Steve! I’ll get ‘is pants!”

“Guys, I can just buy the dolls and you can get dressed in the car.”

Tiny Steve paused to give that some thought, where as Billy had already removed a faux leather jacket and put it around his body. “This smells cheap.”

“It’s not real leather. Real would be too stiff with all the stitching. Is it comfy or not?”

“No,” Billy disregarded, throwing the jacket down. Then he pointed past Steve’s shoulder. “I want him.”

He glanced nervously at the shelf behind him, only to lift his eyebrows with relief. “Oh. Fighter pilot, huh?”

He brought the doll over, complete with tiny aviator sunglasses and...real rabbit fur on the bomber jacket collar. Steve groaned inwardly, Mom’s going to kill me.

But Billy’s little mouth dropped into an O of wonder when he touched the jacket. He couldn’t be bothered to take it off the doll, he just hugged the porcelain pilot tight, burying his face in the fur. “This one!”

“Okay, B. Back into the pocket. We gotta pay for it first. Steve? How you doin’?”

“I want this one,” his voice called, and Steve felt a spear of panic in his chest because he couldn’t see him. Then, right out of a horror movie, a doll shuffled across the shelf, knocking others out of the way as little Steve pushed its standing pedestal to the front.

The doll was another Grease model, but it was Danny from the beach scenes in the beginning: light blue jeans, white t-shirt, and pastel blue collared shirt.

From big Steve’s pocket, Billy critiqued, “The other one’s cooler.”

“Hey,” Steve chided softly. “You got the one you wanted. He can have the one he likes.” Then he added to little Steve as he took the doll and offered his other hand to magic carpet him back to his shirt pocket. “I think you have excellent taste.”

“Thank you, Stewie,” he sang, landing in the pocket with a solid tug on his shirt fibers.

Steve took a deep breath, his heart doing that painful pinch again. He tried to hang the discarded jacket on its doll’s shoulder before leaving, and made sure his own jacket hung over his pockets. “Miss? Do I bring the ones I want to the front or do you get them?”

The shopkeeper got a flash in her eye at the use of Miss instead of Ma’am, and came around to assist him. It didn’t get him a discount, though.

[streets-in-paradise]

Best Friends Till the End - Andy Barclay x (fem) Childhood Friend!Reader - Part 2

Masterlist 

Word Count 3.800 (aprox)

Relationships: Andy Barclay x Childhood Friend!Reader (reunion with some love at first sight undertones) 

Characters: Andy Barclay, Childhood Friend!Reader, Kyle (mentioned), Chucky (mentioned). 

Warnings: Andy being a sloppy hunter, me taking inspiration on the fake cop interview/research scenes in Supernatural to imagine this. 

Summary: Andy has to endure his most hated part of the work involved on the hunt for Chucky, but the tedious task of talking to people will lead him to an unexpected result through the guiding of a very cooperative kindergarten teacher who seems fascinated with him. 

Notes: I know i said this was gonna be just two parts, but there may be a part 3 because I want to write the romance actually developing. 

Tags: @losersclubisms​ 

Starting searching schools was Kyle’s idea, Andy wasn’t as convinced of that new method to find cursed dolls because it was too exposing of his terrible social skills. Those rounds would happen sometimes and were usually just the startpoint for it. They weren’t killing any threats directly and that would always make him impatient. He wasn’t a big fan of any part of the work that didn’t involve emptying the load of his gun on Chucky and on that occasion he was more nervous than ever because it was their first time searching in a kindergarten. Frightening little kids was not in his plans that morning, but there was a lead on that area and that was the nearest educational facility on the map. 

Resembling bureaucracy there wasn’t as hard as he thought, his sister took care of dealing with the director while he was supposed to sneak and start the talk with the teachers. For that he had no idea of where and how to start, since he was used to letting Kyle lead the interviews. His awkwardness must have been evident at that moment, because one of them approached him by mistake thinking he was a lost relative of some kid. There was some intense staring going on in her part, as if she was trying to decipher him somehow. 

Neither of the other passing people in the hall stopped in his presence yet you, the visibly busy teacher carrying her morning coffee before returning to class, directed straight towards him. Not only did you want to help who you guessed as a probably institutionally lost adult hoping to see one of your colleagues about a child, the sight of him intrigued you. There was something oddly familiar about that man that you weren’t able to figure out and you wondered if he was perhaps the father of one of your students waiting for you. Only the blatant shock in his face to the assumption you presented made you notice a very awkward mistake. 

“ I’m sorry.” You apologized in an exquisitely sweet tone that came out of you by accident in  some subconscious push. “ I guess I got it wrong, so many people move around every year.. All the faces mash up in your memory after some time.” 

He smiled in agreement, a short grin while briefly making eye contact. From up close your hunch kept intensifying as you noticed another powerful detail: his beautiful hazel eyes. You could swear you have seen those before, but couldn’t remember where. Of course, you kept any new assumptions to yourself, but the stranger could tell that you were fixating on him. 

Andy would have preferred not to start with you because he didn’t want to either creep you out sounding like a weirdo or make a fool of himself due to awkwardness. Your interest was making him nervous, fearing he could be coming up as suspicious but also keeping a more personal motive for that reaction. 

A woman he found gorgeous at first sight was showing unusual interest in him and it was distracting. Keeping eye contact with you was a titanical task, as it was to keep staying in character. 

" It's no problem, miss. " He replied while trying to remember which excuse he was supposed to use there. " I'm here as part of a non-scheduled evaluation. In the light of some strange events happening across the state, these kinds of routine things are being accelerated. Would you mind if i make you a few questions?"

You had no clue of which events he was referencing, but wouldn't ask to not look bad. 

" Sure, why not?" 

Your cute smile emphasizing the answer afterwards made him feel nice just because of how sweet you were to him. For once, following a false clue would have been satisfactory instead of annoying and frustrating. He didn't want to find a Chucky in the hands of one of your preschoolers, especially remembering his tendency to attack authority figures getting in his way. 

His questions didn't surprise you as much as he expected, even when those got weirdly specific. It was as if nothing he could say would sound odd to you. The incredible predisposition on your part encouraged him to ask things without fear, but when getting into the topic of classroom toys you got wary for the wrong reasons. 

" ... I see, you must have read my file and you are trying to test me. I don't mind, it is understandable. Many people before you have tried to discredit my professionalism because of my very personal career choice. " 

It was all turning out so good, but he had to do a fuck up. 

" I don't mean to offend you. " 

" I monitor the relationships that my class establishes with toys very closely for practical reasons that come in with my formation. '' You explained in a more defensive stance, keeping distance from an assumed detractor. "My college thesis was on developmental psychology, about the bonding with toys in different stages of childhood... Why can't i apply my findings without people on the field assuming that I am insane?" 

Andy was seriously intrigued by your phrasing. Were you making files about toys and playtime observations? Keeping an exhaustive vigilance of what the children were doing for some science bullshit thing? It was way too perfect, checking on your notes could save him and Kyle a ton of home visits. 

" I think it is fascinating. Dolls are our first friends, we experiment the world with them as little children." 

Some frankly adorable excitement visibly grew on you to the indicative of validation. 

" It's a sacred bond, the one a child forms with their favorite doll. I consider that part of my job is providing the framework for it to develop in a healthy way. " 

Your words were getting dangerously close to his point and he was about to lose the filter again. 

"  What happens when it doesn't?" He asked without thinking. " I haven't read your thesis, but I would like to know your stance on the opposite case." 

" Children who have internalized trauma, I have seen the abuser get incarnated on the doll during their playing." You added in response. `` Is it for them that I am so careful, through the toys you can spot the abuse. Keep the dolls vigilated and you may make a difference in some kid's life. " 

That psychology ramble got him. He was thinking that maybe you wouldn't believe that there was a killer doll out there, but you showed a glimpse of the most tender understanding he received in a long time coming from a normal person. 

It was wonderful, Andy felt moved by your passionate concern and his attraction was subtly growing at every instant being spent with you. 

" This institution is lucky to have you, I'm feeling under qualified to evaluate you just while talking to you. It's obvious that you are a magnificent professional, consider this a mere bureaucratic formality. " 

The compliments got your sweetness back and  that made him feel blessed.  

" Wow, that has to be the quickest evaluation I ever passed. " A nervous giggle followed your joke. " Are you sure you don't want to pass by my classroom? We have a scheduled activity with toys today. I asked the kids to bring their favorite doll and we are going to make a round where they all will be introduced to each other. " 

He felt lucky, for once fate was throwing a good one for him. Easy access to what he needed and the attention of a captivating woman all in the same operation. 

" That sounds perfect."

There he was, following you like some awkward mess of a man while wondering what the hell was he supposed to do on the possibility of finding Chucky. Open fire wasn't an option, so there had to be some other way of avoiding the little bastard's escape. While remaining attentive of his details of interest, he still kept follow of the classroom activity.

 The children clearly adored you and that was beautiful to see. You were brightfully happy around them and that would make you look even more attractive in his eyes. It was eating him up and the odd sense of intimacy he was feeling with you in every little thing was making it worse. You couldn’t be just one random beautiful woman, there was some weird connection going on between you. Like if there was an invisible thread getting you closer, you seemed to understand each other way too well for a first meeting. 

Answers were spontaneously presented during the round of toys. It was your tradition for that activity to start introducing your own favorite childhood toy that you would bring for the class, a sweet detail of yours for the little ones. He saw the Scooby Doo plush and fell into the happiest yet most shocking realization. Andy recognized you as his childhood friend, one of the purest memories left on him. The surprise was noticeable on his face, which made your mind turn back on its tracks and go back to your previous hesitation.

It was a dream come true, he needed to know if it was truly you and deep down you were hoping him to figure it out.

" Does he still have the same marks we drew over the washing instructions?" 

Time stopped for you at the listening of that question, there was only one person who could be saying that. 

" Andy?" 

You stared at your old friend with the biggest smile, holding back tears because there were children present who could get worried of your crying. 

The whisper of his name got confirmed when he smiled back sweetly. After all those years of contextually forced separation, you stumbled across each other by some work of fate. The changes of time turning you into adults made your mutual remembrance of faces get lost on your grown up looks, but the revelation made it somehow obvious. 

Everything made sense and he wasn't the only one amazed with the discovery. Getting lost in the beauty of his eyes quite a few times before figuring out the mystery was the price to pay for your curiosity. 

It was unbelievable to think that he was there. That shy and quite handsome man was your dear Andy, the child hero that once saved you from the human monster inside his doll. The friend whose posterior sacrifice served as your lifetime inspiration, the one you waited for years while growing up. Your painful separation hurt more than Chucky, the guilt over leaving him behind in the afterwards scenario never left you be. As a grown up you tried to find ways of reaching him, but after some failed attempts you simply gave up because he was nowhere to be found and you thought that perhaps he wouldn’t want to see you. 

If you were never able to forgive yourself, why would he forgive you? You were kids when he assured you that he wasn’t mad of your choice, he had plenty of time to realize you shouldn’t have let him down lying about Chucky. 

“ Hi,(y/n). I can’t believe this is happening.” He happily saluted you. “ I’m happy to see you, friend.” 

You wished you could forget all professionalism and trap him in the tightest hug, the weight of more than two decades crushing you through just one moment while you were supposed to pretend to be cool. Instead you stood up, leaving the plushie momentarily on your seat spot, while gesturally inviting him to follow you. 

“ Where were you? I tried to… Seeing you again is so wonderful,  I need to make things right.” 

His cheeks turned slightly rosy when you took his hand as you were about to formally introduce him to the children. 

“ Please, let’s give a warm welcome to my friend Andy. He is my dearest play pal from many years and he is here with us for…” 

That was the moment where you realized you really didn’t know what was going on. He couldn’t be any sent authority of the school district. If that was the case, you would have stumbled across each other before. You had no idea of where he had been, he had no social media presence and searching for him was like trying to find a ghost. As far as you know, he could be an agent of the FBI, a cop that went undercover, a superspy or a serial killer. 

The kids must have confounded your sudden stop with an inquisitive silence, since one of them quickly finished your sentence. 

“ To see our friends! “ 

The man was very thankful of the kid’s unawareness serving as a scape for his lack of excuses. 

“ Well, Oliver. That is why we are all here for today and I can’t wait to meet them all as you just met two of my best friends from when I was your age.“ You sweetly replied, then glanced back at Andy. “ I hope you have missed me and Scooby as we missed you … and welcome to my classroom.” 

A happy choir of excited kids in their loud salute for him interrupted and he couldn’t help smiling, even if he was really nervous. That was really cute and he was so scared of ruining things with something that could frighten them and you. 

“ Hi, I am glad to be here. I do miss my two old companions of adventures and I would love to hear all of you talk about your toys.” 

A girl holding a minion plushie made him the awkward, but somewhat expected question. 

“ Where is your friend, Andy? We all have one, Miss (y/l/n) brought hers.” 

You both stared at each other as if disgrace itself was being called to class. 

“ Well, I have her.” He added, clearly teasing you and succeeding on bringing out a light giggle from you. “ I had a doll, but I lost him. The problem is that sometimes it comes back and I have to search for him. It is really important because it’s not safe for him to be out there alone, he is a sick toy.” 

That was the way in which you found out Chucky came back for him, various times for what you could catch of his sugarcoated explanation. Emily seemed moved by it. Understandably unaware of the implications, she must have found it sad. 

“ Do you want us to help you look?” 

“ I got a clue saying he is around here, but I can handle the search on my own. I’m some sort of expert by now.” 

A reunion that you waited for 27 years and, of course, the little redhead bastard had to be involved in it. How was it even possible? You stayed alert, you have been checking on all the signals of a comeback for years in your strategic position. None of your kids could be a new owner of Chucky, they would have come to you and you would have spotted him right away. 

“ Andy is a toy doctor.” You quickly interrupted, decided to collaborate with anything he needed on the matter. “ He became one to treat his very sick, very bad friend. So.. he is here to make free check ups on all your favorite toys and make sure they are not infected with the same disease.”  

The subject inspired curiosity among the public and you had to come up with a story for it together. 

“ What is it?” Jake wondered, then followed by Thomas. “ How do toys catch it?” 

Andy was so not ready for that, but he had to carry on or risk causing panic. 

“ The Fever of Damballa, it is a terrible illness that makes dolls go mad.” 

“ They don’t behave like they are supposed to, they become bad. An infected toy says tons of bad words and they get horrible laughs.” You followed, completing his startup lie. “ They do scary mischief and they make you play scary games. Villain stuff, but not funny like in Despicable Me: dolls get bad like the Green Goblin. They get feisty and disobedient, never want to go to sleep or listen to what your parents say. ” 

“ The cause is still uncertain. Some doctors think it is a tropical flea that gets inside the doll through the hair and the stuffed material. That’s why red haired dolls are higher risk, the flea prefers red hair because it is red one and that serves to hide better. “ 

You glanced back at him, showing amazement for the elaborated explanation. 

“ Can all toys have it, or is it just the reds?” Sophia continued. 

“ Red haired dolls are the biggest risk population, around 98% of the registered cases… which is a lot. If you have a red haired doll I have the obligation of checking for symptoms …because it can infect all the other pals.” 

He made up that last part to make it sound urgent. 

“ Can they pass it to us?” Camila closed the round of questions. “ If I have a sick one, should I stay away?” 

“ Not only they can, the disease would make them want to pass it on to you. “ Was your conclusion, presented ahead of Andy. “ The flea jumps from one body to another like this.” 

You put one hand on top of your friend’s forehead, simulating the gesturing you once saw Chucky make when he was trying to possess him. It was understandable for you to repeat the rules you knew, but he didn’t have time to explain to you that you were giving outdated advice. 

“ Then the doll would say some funny words, because the flea is making it delusional from the fever, and that’s when it will make you feel very very sick.” 

Everyone wanted to get their toys checked, but Sophia was very worried for her mermaid Ariel doll and begged to go first. Andy felt as bad as you for the concern of the cute child, so he did his best to comfort her knowing hers wasn’t a danger. The tenderness he showed to her warmed your heart in a special way, cuteness having you about to suspire if you wouldn’t have been careful enough. 

“ Is she gonna be alright?” The little girl asked him while he pretended to act as a parody of a medical checkup. “ She has never been sick, not even when I catch a cold.” 

“ I see and I think she is a very healthy girl.” Andy followed, making her smile proudly to later smile back. He then stared into the lifeless happy expression of the Little Mermaid one last time before concluding. “ I don’t think she could turn bad any time soon. She is in excellent condition, with a friend who obviously gives her a lot of love. “ 

He handled the doll back and she hugged it as it meant the world, because to her it did and he knew that. Sophia thanked him with a kiss on the cheek, a gesture that reminded him of his own love language of childhood. 

Emily and her Minion were next, but Jake and Spiderman were arguing the position. She was saying that hers was more urgent because a minion could turn purple and evil if it would get sick, while he insisted on being priority because his superhero had a red suit and got once infected by Venom. It was simple children’s bickery mixed with rambling about their favorite things that was directed at the so called toy doctor, to which he found a simple answer. 

“ Would you want to be my nurse, (y/n)? I need to put all these patients in order.” 

You were feeling like children again, as if the whole thing would be a game of toy hospital you would be playing together. 

If Andy had reasons to believe Chucky could be hiding behind any of your kids, then all your assumptions were wrong and you had to face the fact that you were as unprepared as the last time. Knowing he was there for the doll and not for you was slightly disappointing, but you couldn’t blame him. All you could and should do was help him save a family, he didn’t have any obligations of wanting to see you. 

None of the children brought any Good Guys to be examined, but that didn’t mean asking them would be a waste of time. Like in your case, they could have a friend, a cousin or sibling that could be a Chucky owner. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, until Camila got very upset due to some questioning coming from her classmates. She wasn’t holding any toys, a detail that you missed before because you were frankly too emotionally distracted with Andy. 

“ I brought Oscar, but he left. I was explaining the classroom rules to him but he didn’t like that.” She explained to you, the mediator of the conflict. “ He said that no bitch was gonna boss him around.” 

The relaxing happiness you were previously sharing faded. Andy’s expression transformed immediately to the sign of alarm and you instinctively grabbed his hand as a reminder to calm down. 

“ CAMILA, YOU CAN’T SAY THAT!” Sophia corrected her, horrified.

“ I didn’t, Oscar did.” The little girl insisted, then glanced back at Andy. “ Is he sick? I would bring him to get checked, but I don’t know where he is.” 

A blatant and unstoppable frustration filled you, years of borderline paranoid attention were pointless because Chucky got to one of your groups anyways and you didn’t notice. The name switching was a new detail, you wondered how many things must had changed. 

“ Sweetheart, you have never told me about him before. Since when are you friends with him?” 

“ I found him last weekend.” 

Andy needed to talk to you in private but wouldn’t want to leave the kids alone either, so he sent a quick code text to Kyle in order to get ready. While he was doing so, you got the ultimate proof of the enemy’s comeback. 

The classroom rules poster was vandalized, a ‘ FUCK YOU, BITCH’ written on angry red traces with a crayon. 

[4dtk]

have this absolute shameless drabble of sugar daddy gojo that i wrote in between requests. my fingers have never typed so fast im sorry this is literally self-indulgent at this point ARJGJFFJ.

disclaimer i honestly can't see anyone calling gojo daddy but just for this fic..... ill allow it..... and also bc sugar daddy gojo is just always residing in my mind. did you see how he transferred 10 mil to mei mei!!!!! i will never shut the fuck up about that scene. pls spoil me <3

warnings: praise, public sex, sugar daddy/sugar baby relations, breeding kink, pet names

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI

sugar daddy!gojo pushes you up against the window of the store, visible for everyone to see you getting fucked senseless. in the gucci store four floors up, it could work both ways. fortunate to be so high up, although people would be getting a treat if they happened to look up.

“you know what you’re doing, baby?” he grunts, hips rocking into your soaked pussy as the staff outside try to ignore the lewd noises coming from behind the curtains.

it was supposed to be a simple trip: get a dress for gojo’s event in a few weeks and get out. with a tight arm wrapped around his, you followed him around like a starstruck puppy, the edges of your lips curled up knowing he’d treat you a million times over if you just asked for it.

gojo wasn’t any different, either. sure, he’s had sugar babies in the past, but not quite like you who’s so easy to please and spoil, knowing you could never say no even if your life depended on it. with your desperate listing for the requirement of monetary assistance, gojo couldn’t resist taking up the offer.

he just hadn’t expected you to be so… pliant. you had taken it like a good little bitch, too, moaning out for everyone to hear because you liked it like that.

“you’re taking my cock so well, princess,” gojo muttered out, lips nibbling on your ear as he continued to pound you. his grin that you feel against your skin plagues your mind, wanting nothing more than to see how he enjoys ruining you.

the catchy, upbeat pop song playing above you seemed to provide some rhythm, the sultry lyrics fuelling you further.

"so needy that i had to buy out the whole store for an hour, huh?" the male slows his pace, delivering deep thrusts into your cunt with the precision of an expert.

all you can reply are in little pants, sentences incoherent from how deep his cock is in you.

"i don't even think an hour is enough to satisfy my pretty little girl, isn't that right?" gojo picks up the speed again, and you're brought back to the many times he's fucked over his counter, washing machine. to the times where he's eaten you out on his office table and in his sheets of his king-sized.

and now, you've got another memory locked away for nights full of loneliness and soaked underwear when gojo's just too busy for you.

a tongue to your nipples and a hand to your clit makes you choke out a moan, writhing against the glass just to feel more of gojo, more of his cock and more of his lips on your neck.

you're struggling to keep yourself up, finding the right time in between muffled moans and whimpers to ask for one more wish.

"daddy... p-please, i wanna see your-"

"what, baby? repeat it for me." goddamn, the man had no problem articulating his words, how much had he fucked you already?

clearly not enough if you're still able to speak.

"w-wanna see your face when you fuck me deep, daddy!"

your wish is taken away when you're already creaming all over gojo as your hot breath creates fog on the glass in a silent scream.

"aw, you're cumming so hard baby~ you didn't even get to see me yet," he coos, enjoying the gush of your juices that coat his dick and your thighs. everything feels sticky and dirty, but you don't hesitate to beg for one more fuck with your eyes.

gojo catches your drift immediately, hips twitching from the idea of pumping you full of his cum. after all, he hasn't come yet.

he grunts at the time with a quick glance to the clock above your head. without wasting any more time, he flips you over, the restraint to cum slowly reaching its limit with your lolling tongue and fucked-out face.

the male doesn't bother to hide the deep groan that rips from his throat when he drags his dick along your folds, strings of both your juices stretching out in a way that hypnotises gojo.

"n-need your cock, daddy! please!" you whine, grinding your hips against the tip to make sure gojo knows of your desperation. that he's the only one to fuck you so good that no one else can satisfy you.

he smiles knowingly before he sinks into you.

gojo knows that he's the only one that can make you feel this way as he picks up the tempo, hitting spots in you that you didn't know was physically possible.

gojo knows that he's the only one you call daddy shamelessly as he writes off his card to help you in your student debts and the sparkly dress you've been eyeing.

he could throw you away the second you're done with university, the second the media's off his ass about his love life but, the sweet, sweet moans spilling from your lips pull him back in every single time, eager to hear it for as long as your bank's empty and his is piled up with money.

"more! satoru, more, fuuuck..." you groan, shying away from the striking blues of his eyes the more he drinks in your current state.

he's barely holding on, not even minding the first name you called him. the short skirt he'd given you flipped up makes him go crazy, your panties moved to the side to receive the dressing room quickie you always wanted.

"you're so de..eep daddy! i need all your c-cum please...!" it's a mix between a whimper and a whine.

"yeah? 'course i am, baby. your pussy is sucking me in all the w-way," gojo's hips stutters at how you squirm in his tight grasp, locking eyes with him as yours fill with want. your pussy is throbbing, stretched out so much that you don't register the thumb playing with your clit.

"s' too much...! s' too much, d-daddy!"

"you're a good girl, aren't you?" the way you nod is pathetic, eyebrows knitted from being stuffed so full.

"pretty little thing- fuuck..." gojo's losing control himself, the way his balls slaps against your cunt resonates around the small space and nothing feels better than being inches deep in you.

you're a babbling mess by then, unable to even scream out as you cream his cock. with head thrown back, you're left frozen for a second as the orgasm washes over you and a violent shudders goes through your thighs.

"daddy has so much, s-shit- cum for you, doll," it isn't long before the other comes undone, a groan escaping his lips before he shoots his load deep into you.

your pussy is stained white from all the cum he's giving you, gasping from how much gojo is leaking into you.

"thank y-you, satoru..." you trembling has affected your voice, too, burying your head into gojo's neck while your body shivers from sensitivity.

"take all of it, baby," gojo whispers, the hand near your middle moves instantly to finger his cum back into you, fixing back your underwear over your pussy.

a cheeky giggle leaves your mouth as you untangle yourself from the embrace, welcoming a kiss from the man as he slowly begins to clean up himself.

"have you chosen a dress yet, sir?"

gojo's smile is mischievous, not missing the way your face flushes at having to face the embarrassed staff outside.

"we'll take everything, thanks," his eyes never leave you as he helps you off the changing room chair, tugging your body flush to his before leaving you with one more hungry kiss.

"you did so well for daddy, doll. i may just have to treat you tonight since you have a day off university tomorrow..."

even if it wasn't in the contract, gojo loved to spoil you, admiring your mettle when it comes to material items. although...

"you know what i mean," it's enchanting, the way his voice travels like silk, "i'll call in sick for work tomorrow, yeah?"

your mind goes to mush at what tonight might entail, losing all train of coherence when his hushed whisper of my baby's so cute reaches your ear.

in a second you're out of there, hand twined with his while you remain giddy with the thought of getting used by gojo until you reach your limit.

[pineapple-lover-boy]

Can- can I just talk about the Victuuri relationship? Pretty please?

I just…. I’ve never seen a healthy relationship that starts from idolization and a need to get out that has ended in a satisfying way.

Let me elaborate:

We all know that Yuri idolized Victor. It’s why he was so nervous in the beginning and why it took time for them to build on their relationship, he saw Victor as a god.

Victor? He was depressed. He loved the ice so much but he longer found excitement in competitions. He didn’t have any worthy opponents that had a chance of beating him (sorry Chris).

I believe Victor “fell in love” at the banquet. He was attracted to Yuri but, even though he lost, he also saw potential in him. That night was probably the most exciting night for him in a long time. I think he felt genuine affection for Yuri but also saw a way to get out of his predicament.

Then, of course, Yuri didn’t show up the following season (a year had passed before the present timeline). He was most likely annoyed that someone who had gave him excitement didn’t show up. Did he think Yuri had a chance of beating him at first? Probably not. Did he see potential or at least someone he could have fun with during the season? Hell yes!

And then when he saw the video of Yuri skating Stay Close To Me, something that awarded him a gold medal. That’s all he needed. He saw how Yuri not only skated it perfectly but I bet he thought Yuri skated it better. Let’s not forget that emotion is a huge part of skating. If you don’t skate with the passion your supposed to hold for whatever theme you have, your performance can almost seem futile. Victor obviously won because he perfected it but if it was based on how he presented it alone, he would’ve lost. He saw someone worthy of skating an gold medal piece while also having the heart to do it. That’s talent.

Anyways, because of this, their relationship doesn’t hold well in the beginning. He’s passive aggressive towards Yuri because he doesn’t see his own talent and Yuri is just going along for the ride because holy shit it’s Victor fucking Nikiforov.

As they get to know each other and Yuri opens up more (plus Victor getting info on Yuri from the others) Victor starts to see Yuri as an actual person and not someone he can use to project himself onto and then later skate against. And Yuri starts to see him as an actual person too.

I saw on another post talking about how we didn’t see them during the summer and how the end credits of every episode suggest they got to know each other better as both in the credits and in the show they (Yuri) are able to touch each other more. I 100% believe this.

I also believe they might’ve had an argument or two on this topic. It’s not easy to switch from inadvertently seeing someone as anything but a person to an actual person with emotions and feelings. I believe Victor would’ve tried to back away from this subject but Yuri wouldn’t let him. It wasn’t big arguments like in episode 7. It was probably little quarrels that annoyed them both but after having a long conversation they finally started to become more comfortable with each other.

Yuri started letting go of the notion that Victor was a god like creature and Victor saw him as something other than a pawn. Yuri stopped getting as embarrassed with Victor touching him and Victor stopped trying to seduce him as much just so he could see the man from the banquet.

This most definitely leads the way towards a healthier relationship but episode 7 was inevitable. Yuri’s anxiety was at an all time high when he comes out on top. The fact that he needs to stay on top and not mess up is getting to him. As a person with anxiety, it’s pure hell. The thoughts of failing won’t get out of his head and even as he turns off all the monitors he can still hear everything.

Victor takes him away from prying eyes and has no idea what to do. Despite an obvious change that would’ve had to include some emotions from both occurring over the summer, he still has no idea how to help someone in distress.

Then he makes his first mistake. Yuri is visibly shaken by someone’s scores (can’t remember who) and Victor, who is at his wits end, yells at him to stop listening and puts his hands over Yuri’s ears. This tells Yuri how nervous Victor is too and despite knowing that Victor wouldn’t leave him now it shows to him that Victor doesn’t have faith in him (even if he does).

Victor tried to shatter Yuri’s heart. He must’ve expected Yuri to maybe sign heavily but tell him that he’ll do everything in his power to win (probably something that’s happened with him and Yakov). Instead he see’s the consequences of his carelessness. Yuri rightfully lashes out at him and even through all that Victor stills says “should I kiss you?”. Idk what Yuri was thinking but if I were him I would be extremely offended that Victor would try and use me like some doll he can play with and can assume that physical affection and love can fix everything, which was probably what Yuri was thinking.

There’s something off about Yuri and Victor when they emerge but Yuri is surprisingly better now. Cathartic crying can do wonders, kids. There’s also my favorite part of the entire show (couldn’t find a gif):

*head jab* “Hey, fuck you.”

*more head jabs* “Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you. I know you don’t like this you unempathetic dicknip.”

*head pat* “You’re forgiven.”

We all know what happens next: Yuri ends his love story with Victor’s signature move and Victor kisses him out of joy and the need to one up him (with love, of course).

I’m gonna get a little sloppy here with the timeline because I have the memory of a female protagonist that needs to go back to work to get something only to accidentally bump into the jerk CEO of which she will develop a toxic relationship for fan service, so forgive me.

Gonna skip ahead to the scene where Yuri tells Victor that he’s leaving skating, and basically Victor too. (At this moment I realized I’ve been spelling Viktor with a c and not a k which is really fucking with my brain but it’s too late to go back). Victor starts crying and realizes just how Yuri felt when he was rejecting him.

I believe Yuri found some light in the situation because of that fact, which Victor was not having. They’ve been closer than ever now. They’ve kissed, they’ve also announced they they’re getting married, so what the hell?!

Yuri, as we know, feels he’s keeping Victor from the ice. Victor, while he misses the ice and wouldn’t mind being competitive again, has found meaning and if he’s going to be Yuri’s coach to stay where he is than so be it.

He wanted to coach Yuri because he wanted a worthy competitor and while he still wants that, what matters most now is his relationship with Yuri. If he stops being Yuri’s coach and Yuri goes off the ice he knows it will be the end. Yuri loves the ice too and I’d bet he’d try to distance himself from Victor as to not feel regret from leaving without actually knowing that he’s doing it.

They’ve grown so much at this point. But that doesn’t mean it’s over. After all they’ve been through Yuri doesn’t realize that consequences of parting from one another. While being too dependent on your spouse isn’t good, it’s what they both need right now. They are what caused the other person to be happy again and while I hate those types of storylines this one executed it perfectly.

I find Victor’s silent plea to Yurio absolutely heartbreaking. He knows it’s bad to put pressure on people but now he’s doing that to a 15 year old boy. He’s putting his relationship and his life into this child’s hands because he knows there’s nothing else he can do.

I do think Yurio had a crush on Yuri but even if he didn’t: Yuri has taught him so much. He, although being an ass most of the time, has really come to love Yuri as family. It’s clear that Yurio was always lonely (Otabek being his first friend and all) but once he came to Japan and lived, truly lived there, he wasn’t lonely anymore.

Yurio wins, Yuri gets silver and all’s well that ends well.

I guess my point of this was to show how well the relationship in YOI was. I could’ve included some more detail on some points but I usually write stuff in one take (it’s very hard to revise without my mind shutting on itself).

I just love how an implicitly toxic relationship can come out so healthy. They don’t do any of that miscommunication bullshit and when they do it’s because the characters don’t know what to do or how to handle something. Like humans do!

They could’ve easily made this the hot famous guy thinks the kawai girl boy is just so adorable and the kawai girl boy is absolutely infatuated with the hot guy. Hijinks ensue which includes the kawai girl boy thinking the hot guy is in love with someone else. She He gets pushed into thinking that she’s he’s more independent in the end and happily ever after for the couple that will divorce in less than five years! Yay!

Seriously, I thought that was what was going to happen but YOI subverted my expectations so much. They are people that grew from their bad mindsets. And you know what? Yuri still has anxiety! Victor is still bad with handling emotions! And that’s ok! We don’t change that quickly. It takes time and hopefully another season.

I’m definitely using this show as a template for healthy relationships. It’s so hard for me to properly write them when I’ve never been in one and I’m not given the chance to see it happen in different environments (when searching it up all I get is “they trust each other. They blame each other. They’re compassionate.” Like ok but can you show me how?)

Yuri!!! On ice…. I love you so much. You have done so much for my mental health and my writing. Thank you.

[refriedweeb]

PUT YOUR LIPS ON MY SKIN ( HAWKS + READER 18+)

A/N: heyyoo! refriedweeb here again with another request from @alexandria-selina and has elements of jealous hawks with his wings (from that tiktok head canon of them puffing out you know what I mean) and this post from @keiqos !

Prompt: “A jealous Hawks where his s/o gets hit on by another pro and she's blushing. She's just being shy but Hawks takes it as she likes it. Instead of getting into a fight with the pro, he shows his s/o why she shouldn't look at anyone else.”

Tags/Warnings: smut, overstimulation, jealousy, mirror fucking, spit, a lil bit of blood, rutting, feral, aftercare, kink, jealous, dirty talk.

Word count: 5,080

Keigo Takami hated hero events. He hated having to wear the Hawks persona day in and day out, especially when it came to being surrounded by his fellow pro heroes. Now, don’t get the guy wrong, he did enjoy what he did for a career despite any behaviors he had to unlearn from the hero commission themselves. He wanted to save people, he wanted to make the world a better and safer place. He just hated all the bullshit politics that came with it. They were heroes, hell. It wasn’t about making best friends and going to fancy events when there was always going to people out there that needed them while they clinked glasses of overpriced champagne.

Though, one thing Keigo didn’t think he minded that much was seeing you dolled up in a dress that led his mind to sinful, dark places. You and Keigo had only recently started dating, after months of him slowly starting to open up to you about the shit that he’d gone through, how he’d really felt about the commission once he’d gotten the sense that he could trust you. It’d been a struggle to call yourselves an item, but now that you could, Keigo felt what he could only assume was peace inside of a darkened and traumatized heart. There was also another emotion that was stirring in him that had nothing to do with peace, and all of those awful things that he wanted to do to your body. None that he would apologize for, of course.

It wasn’t his fault that the commission had decided to host a little event when he was in the peak of his rut season.

And oh, was Keigo in trouble. You’d recently started wearing a new perfume that had driven him up a wall the moment he’d caught the scent on you at the beginning of his mating season. It wasn’t sickly sweet, but sweet enough, and mixed perfectly with your natural pheromones to create a musk that drove his cock to twitch every time you shook some hair over your shoulder, stretched, fucking just breathed. He’d been unable to keep his hands off you for the majority of the weeks that had past, except as of late. You’d told him to keep his filthy paws to himself leading up to the event, not wanting to be bruised or love bit to all hell because Keigo couldn’t control himself. The way that he saw it, the dress you’d picked for the night was to torment him on purpose. Deep red velvet that matched his wings, settling over the curve of your hips, the flow of your waist.

You’d made him promise to be on his best behavior for the night, not wanting any trouble or any media to get wildly stories about what your relationship was really about. But damn, if the moment you were alone with him, he was going to tear that dress to shreds with what little talons he had in place of regular nails. You, on the other hand, your body had been spent. Keigo was insatiable on a good day, but ever since the rut season had started, it’d been exceptionally so. Not that you could complain, your body was sore in a much different, more appreciative way than you felt with sparring.

And yes, you had chosen the red velvet dress on purpose. It was your goal of the night to drive Keigo as out of his mind as possible. You couldn’t read him quite as well yet, your relationship still relatively new, and Keigo working through an entire lifetime of walls to protect his emotional security from the hero commission. His expression was a blank one, but when you locked eyes with him, Keigo gave you the smallest eyebrow raise as he looked you up and down. A silent stamp approval that had heat blossoming up your neck. He wanted to make that perfume you were wearing mixed with his own, he wanted to make sure that anyone who got a whiff of your scent knew who you belonged to. He wasn’t a fan of sharing by any means.

The night carried on, speeches given by the leaders of the commission (which you’d always found yourself by Keigo’s side much to his comfort), Endeavor’s speech, All Night’s retirement speech, and so on and so on. There’s been a light array of snacks while the pros mingled, finding yourself talking to Shinya Kamihara, otherwise known to the world as Edgeshot. It wasn’t very often you got to mingle with the top ten pros, your rank in the high teens, so you found yourself shy. Not quite sure how to handle yourself around such class, experiences, and amazing heroes. You were sure the blush on your cheeks, your neck, was visible from outer space. Shinya was a gentleman, he complimented you on your quirk, your work, and the little bit of history you’d talked to him about on why you had made your choice to become a hero. From your point of view, it was a harmless conversation that was borderline on friendly as you got to know the fellow hero, but from a certain outside perspective it was something a little more.

Keigo wasn’t paying attention to any of the conversation going on around him, his eyes were focused on you. The way you tipped your head back as you laughed, sending another ripple effect of your smell through the air. Was that bastard Edgeshot trying to move in on you? Did he really think he had a chance? He swallowed the jealousy in his throat, though his avian side had a mind of its own on this. His wings, proud and defensive, puffed out. This caused a stir of the other heroes around him, asking if there was something they missed that he’d alerted to. Keigo laughed, the same charismatic Hawks as always, saying they just needed a stretch. He crossed his arms, fidgeting with one of his cuff links. Keigo, jealous? Haha. HAHAHAHA...ha? His eyes were narrowed into slits as he watched you pat Edgeshot on the shoulder, leaning in to kiss his cheek before the other hero moved away.

His instinct was to claim you right then and there. To rub his scent all over you and yours on his so that no one else would mistake you as open. But...that’d certainly cause a scene and that was something he promised he wouldn’t do that night. So, Keigo bit back on his instinct, unclenched his jaw, and behaved for the rest of the night. Anything that came after that was entirely out of his control. You’d floated around to him throughout the night, not doing much outside of brushing hands together, a chaste smile shared between you. This was your first real hero event ever since you broke into the teens of your career, and it was one you wanted to soak in. Keigo knew this, and didn’t want to spoil it for you despite his own feelings on the event. 

Keigo’s mood, his want, took a turn for the worse when it came to someone actually flirting with you. You, not experienced enough with the personalities of some of these heroes to realize what was happening. It wasn’t Edgeshot this time, no. Now...it was Ryo Inui, better known as Hound Dog. And he was like Keigo in a way that he wanted to mark whatever it was that he wanted. Ryo put his hand on the small of your back, where Keigo’s hand was supposed to go. He laughed when you laughed, leaning in close to you as like there was some desperate secret he needed to share with your ears only. Ryo was flirting with his girlfriend and was being so bold about it. No, nope. That would not do for him. His wings fanned out again, this time catching the attention of several people around him, you and Ryo included. Your mouth dropped open in awe at the sight, though when you caught Keigo’s eyes to see his pupils narrowed into slits, something like a firework set off in your belly. 

That fucking mutt dared to spoil that perfume that sent him into a frenzy with his dog-like scent? That wasn’t something that Keigo could stand for in the slightest. That scent was you. It was the scent he had been planning on burying his own in.

The two of you left the event shortly after.

On the ride back to Keigo’s place, the car was silent. Not a word was spoken between the two of you, though it was full of tension in a way where if you breathed, you felt that you could choke on it. He drove fast, shifting gear after gear with aggression that made you wish it was your neck he gripped so hard. As you sat in the passenger seat,  you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together to feel some of that much desired tension between your legs. This didn’t go unnoticed by Keigo, and he hissed. 

Still, the two of you didn’t exchange words until you were behind the privacy of his front door. And even then, you spoke first. “Everything okay, Keigo?”

His pupils were still zeroed in on you, as he stalked towards you, every bit the predator bird that he was. And fuck, if it didn’t make you want to melt into a puddle at his feet. You walked backwards, careful not to trip over the towering heels you were in. His body was hot, flush against yours though he refused to touch you. Keigo wanted to take his time with this, with devouring you. You’d rubbed it in his face how much the rest of the heroes wanted you, being the little flirt that you were. There was no need for him to rush into anything, the way Keigo saw it. “Oh, everything’s fine.” He commented, tone dark. “I could handle that nimrod Edgeshot eyeing you up like some desert, sure. I behaved,” Keigo tipped his head to the side as he shrugged. He’d managed to walk you back into the bedroom you’d been sharing recently. 

“What are you talking about? Edgeshot was just being friendly!”

Keigo’s chuckle was cynical, but it turned the silk of your bundle into a pearl with how quickly it excited you. “He wanted to tear this dress of you just as much as I do.” How he was. “But then you had to go and be a little tease, didn’t you?” Keigo was watching you like a hawk would watch a mouse just before it clutched it in its’ talons. “Had to let Ryo rub himself on you like the mutt he is. In the middle of my rutting season.” Your back bumped up against the floor length mirror behind you as Keigo gripped your jaw, the sharp curve of what would have been talons biting into the skin there. “All I can smell on you is him.”

He clucked his tongue. Sharp, narrowed eyes lowered over your skin and back up. You were breathless and Keigo hadn’t even touched you yet. “That just won’t do, now will it, (Y/N)?”

“K-Keigo, I don’t know what you’re-”

A soft cry of pain rose from the back of your throat as his version of talons sank into your skin, enough to draw a little bit of blood. This was Keigo in his rutting form times a million, a possessive version of him you’d never seen before. Part of you was scared, but the larger part of you was excited. He wanted to claim you. He wanted to make you more than just his. 

“I asked if that would do, (Y/N)?”

Unable to speak with how tightly Keigo gripped your jaw, you simply shook your head from side to side. No, it wouldn’t do. That crooked smirk brushed over Keigo’s lips, and you wanted to taste him so bad. Taste the anger on his tongue, feel the fury in the rows of his teeth. Keigo was pissed, more than anything, that someone had tried to erase his claim on you. So, the only way to make sure that never happened again was to mold the scent of you with his. “That’s a good little slut.” Keigo released his hand from your jaw, the faint tickle of blood that ran down your jaw sending a shiver down your spine.

Keigo turned surprisingly gentle as he turned you around, as he pressed your hands up against the curve of the mirror that you were facing. “I’m going to make you watch me claim you. Fuck you and fill you until there’s no fucking mistaking who you belong to.” His hands dug into the back of your skin, and you winced. “You keep these hands right here, and if you don’t, there’ll be problems. Do you understand, little bird?”

“Yes, Keigo.”

His devilishly wicked smile returned. And so did the greed in his hands. Keigo took his time groping you, the swell of your breasts full in his hands. The winding curves of your waist and hips. Down the silken road of the dress that he swore he’d destroy. He wasn’t soft, gentle. Keigo was at his brink already, but he wanted to take his time with torturing you for being such a teasing little whore. His hands gripped the sides of your thighs, plunged through the velvet fabric so that lines of red were exposed in the slits he left behind. A soft moan escaped you at the sensation of talons digging through your skin, and he watched your expression in the mirror’s reflection as he did it over your backside. “Do you like that, whore?” he whispered in your ear. “When I leave my mark on you? When all you can feel is me?”

“Yes, fuck,” you breathed in response. He buried his face in the juncture of your neck and collarbone, taking a deep breath in that still smelled like mutt, fueling his need to erase that smell completely. His kisses were wet, sloppy, tongue traced over the length of your collarbone, of your neck. A soft sigh escaped you, your grip on the perimeter of the mirror growing tighter as the need to touch Keigo grew. His teeth sank into the soft spot of your neck, your head falling back on his shoulder as he suckled the skin there, a patch of pink blossoming against the skin there that would eventually bruise. The assault against your neck and your shoulders didn’t stop there, either. He ran his nose along the length of your shoulders, leaving trails of wet, angry patches from where he’d bit and pulled at your skin. There wasn’t a single ounce of Keigo that was kidding when he said he was going to erase every trace of anyone on your body but him. His cock was hard, and it would have been so easy to just bury himself inside the soft warmth of your cunt, and god how he ached to.

But the best things came to those that waited.

While his tongue and mouth worked at your neck and shoulders, his fingers played with your breasts, groping and pulling at the skin there with reckless abandon. Fingers pinched at your nipples, sharpened nails ghosted across the tender flesh there. You shuddered, shifted where you stood as you ground against his hips, feeling the thick length of him there. Keigo had barely even touched you, but you could feel the pool of warmth between your thighs only growing wetter. “Keigo,” you mewled. 

“Hmm?” his breath came hot against the ear he had been nibbling on, and your knees knocked together. 

“Touch me,” you pleaded.

“Touch you where?” His tone sounded positively bored, pinching your nipple between his thumb and index finger that caused you to squeal.

“My pussy,” you caught sight of your own desperate expression in the mirror, all while Keigo looked like a predator playing with his food. And in that moment, you realized this was exactly what it was. Keigo was toying with you before he sent you to the next level of existence. Your legs quivered.  “Play with me.”

“Have you been a good little bird?” He asked.

“Yes.”

His hum seemed to be a satisfied answer, because his hands left your breasts, finding a new home at the back of your dress. But rather than go for the zipper, Keigo simply tore the fabric. The sound of it ripping filled the room as it pooled down at your feet seconds later. Leaving you exposed save for the same colored red pair of panties you’d worn that night. The dress had left no room for a matching bra given the dip at your back it’d once had. But that was of no consequence to Keigo. Keigo let out a sharp breath through his teeth as he admired your body and all that came with it. His hands found the curve of your backside, kneading the flesh there with thought. You could feel the tent of him pressing in between your thighs, and you let him slip between your thighs, shifting your thighs back and forth to alleviate some of the tension in his cock for him.

On instinct, more due to the fact that the bird in him wanted to cover you in his scent and his cum, Keigo rolled his hips into you with a snap of a thrust. It pushed you forward, almost sending you colliding with the mirror. “Little bird, that wasn’t very nice of you.” He scolded, letting a finger draw under the band of your panty before lifting it up. A moment later it was slapping against your skin, and you hissed. “I’ll have to punish you. Such behavior tonight...” he drawled, quickly shedding his formal attire until he was dressed down to just his pants. Keigo pressed his chest against your back, rubbing himself against you. His free hand returned to one of your breasts, toying with the nipple there as he murmured in your ear, his voice husky. 

Feral.

“So naughty tonight...” Keigo continued as his other hand slipped down the front of your body, underneath the dark red lace that had kept that pretty little cunt concealed from him. He found how wet you already were for him, slick glaze quick to coat his fingers as he ran them up and down between your legs. “Already so ready for me. You really are the little tease, aren’t you?” A moan escaped you as he teased the tip of his finger around the circle of your clit, but not quite touching it. “So filthy...” he went on, breath hot against where he’d drawn out hickies moments before. 

You were so eager for him to be inside of you, already so wet for him, Keigo had the perfect punishment for you being so naughty. He brushed his thumb against your clit, and your grip on the mirror slid down as you fought not to grab onto him. He was tantalizingly slow as he circled around your clit, tapping against the swollen bud every so often but not often enough for what you needed in that moment. His chuckle was dry, the hand that had been playing with your breast sneaking up to your neck. Your thighs were slick with your need, your core on fire as he teased you closer and closer to your edge. 

Keigo tipped your head back, opening your mouth as he leaned in. As he spat on the tongue you’d pushed out like the slut you were. Every possible hole he could find to fill you with, Keigo was going to. You weren’t going to be able to walk down the fucking street without a single person forgetting who you belonged to. “What do we say, little bird?”

“Thank you,” you rasped as he slid two fingers into you, feeling him stretch your walls as he slowly pumped them in and out of you. He was slow, methodical, holding your jaw in place so that he could look down at that awestruck expression on your face as he finger fucked you. Your belly was on fire, waves of fire rolling as your orgasm wound tighter and tighter around his fingers. Keigo could feel his own cock slick with his precum, knowing he wouldn’t be able to last much longer himself.

 “I don’t like it when other people look at you like you’re theirs for the taking,” Keigo muttered when he the tip of his nail along your clit. The featherlight sensation caused your knees to buckle, your hips to buck as you fell back into him. “You’re mine. And I’m going to fill you so fucking good that no one makes that mistake again.” He stretched your walls further with a third finger, and you writhed in your standing position as he continued to work those fingers in and out of you. The coil in your belly was wound tight enough where you thought

“Who do you belong to, little bird?” His fingers picked up pace, the sound of your silken glaze coating him filling the room while you fought to make your brain remember words. Your mouth hung open as he finger-fucked you, head bobbing against his shoulder as he looked down at you expectantly. “Tell your man who this pussy belongs to, and I’ll let you cum.” He could feel how close you were, the sound of your mewls turning to pants.

“You! It belongs to you!” you whimpered, grinding against his hand, your hips rolled forward to press his fingers deeper inside you. “Please, Keigo!”

This satisfied him enough, at least for now. His pace quickened still until your head was hung forward between your shoulders, moaning his name over and over as you watched him finger fuck you. Your orgasm was on the brink, the precipice of pleasure and all you needed was -

“Ah, fuck! Fuck, Ke-AH,” That needed push found you moments later and you were spilling around the spread of his fingers, your orgasm taking over you as your legs spasmed, knees buckling so that Keigo had to support you with a hand around your waist. Your grip on the outer of the mirror so ironclad you thought you’d break it. It rolled through you in waves, Keigo’s fingers sticky as he pulled them from you, suckling your sweetness of his fingers like it was candy. Shit. 

“What a good little slut,” he whispered. The sound of his belt loosening, the pants falling, re-sparked that fire you’d just doused by orgasming. You could see his cock, curved and thick with a head already milking his cum. “Gonna fill you so good now, gonna fuck you full of my cum.” You watched, mouth dry as he milked himself with a fist. “Gonna watch me fuck you, baby bird.” You could feel the press of his head between your thighs, and you widened your stance to accommodate him. 

Then, without warning, he thrust so hard into you, that you cried out in pain. His thrusts from the get go were borderline violent, painful as you fought against being thrown into the glass of the mirror. A hand fisted into your hair, pulling it sharply enough that you could feel the pain, but with enough leeway that you could still watch as he moved in and out of you, his cock already wet with what was left behind from your first orgasm. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, the smell of sweet sex coming shortly after. You were unable to make any intelligible noises aside from mewls and gasps, while Keigo was behind you muttering to himself about how good your pussy felt, how it was made for his cock, how he was going to fill you up so fucking good. 

The mountain climb to your orgasm started again, your cunt clenching around him as he thrust in and out of you with feverish need. His hips were sloppy, and you didn’t dare tear your eyes away from where he slipped in and out of you. “Such a sweet fucking cunt,” Hawks groaned, twisting your hair tighter in his fist. “My fucking pussy.” he hissed with a thrust that hit the highest point of your wall and caused you pain. Yet you didn’t dare stop. The look on Keigo’s face, the roll of his bottom lip between his teeth, let you know he was close to his high. The sight of him so focused on fucking you wound your belly tighter, and you missed the hand that slipped down to your clit once more. You cried out, the over-sensitized nub of your clit protesting as his thumb found it once more.  The grip you had on the mirror shifted again, a move to get his hand away from where you were most sensitive.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” he growled, and your legs quivered. His eyes were still narrowed into near-invisible slits as you obeyed the order. You shook, spasmed, as he raced your orgasm to line up with his. 

“Please, please, ah, hrnngh, Kei-” your hips found the rhythm to match his almost instantly, and tears sparked in your eyes as the bundle of nerves exploded inside of your body, every nerve ending inside you set on fire, exploding as your second orgasm found you just moments before Keigo found his own. 

“Fuck, fuck yeah, gonna fill you so fuckin-Urngh,” Keigo groaned, fucking into you with one last violent thrust as he spilled himself in you, shooting ribbons of cum that went scorching through your core. There was a moment as the two of you stood there, Keigo still inside of you, breathing heavily. You on the other hand, were shaking all over, barely able to keep yourself on both legs. 

Keigo’s callused finger pad was still resting over your clit, and even the smallest shift sent a wave of pleasured pain coursing through your entire body. You were overstimulated, likely to cum if he persisted again. “Kei...” you whispered.  His head was resting over your collarbone, hung low. He reached out and slapped your hand away, pressed it back to the mirror. He wasn’t done with you.

“Told you, little bird. Gotta punish you.”

A whimper rolled through you, “I can’t, I can’t, I-” you let out a whine as he tapped his thumb against you again, slowly rolling a half-hard cock in and out of you as he started at your clit again. Massaging it slowly, cruelly. Your legs bowed out, slack as it was on Keigo alone to keep you supported with your weight against his chest. “Gotta make sure you know,” his hips snapped against yours again, and those tears that had been hidden in your eyes slipped loose. “That no one else is gonna fuck you this good. No one’s gonna make you feel this good.” he said, your body screaming at you for relief, for the prickling of nerves in your skin to cease. “You’re my good little slut.” You could feel whatever remnants of his cum shooting out into you once more, wetness cascading down your thighs. 

The perfume you’d been wearing now, Keigo noted, was mixed so heavily with his own pheromones and sex, that there was no mistaking who fucked you at night. Who you were mated to. You were all Keigo’s, and that was what mattered to him. But he still had to finish punishing you for being a little tease, for allowing that musky scent to be tarnished by anyone other than him. You were a whimpering, sobbing mess, flushed against his body as your hips moved on their own accord in time with the fingers he was using between your sopping lips. Your cries were pained, unintelligible pleas to cum and be released. Yet, he took his time. Feeling that sweet cunt clamp down around his fingers once he pulled out of you. A moment’s reprieve before his fingers stretched you all over again. He wound you tighter, and tighter, sending that fire racing through your veins.

“I can’-” you cried out, a threatening wave of pleasure and pain coursing through you. “Please let me cum, please. I’ll be good, I’ll be good.” tears were wet against your cheek as he played with you. 

“You promise, little bird?”

“Yes! Yes I promise!” you begged.

After all that time of keeping your hands on the perimeter of the mirror, your third and final orgasm had them flying to Keigo’s hair for stable purchase as it overtook you. Your sobs filled the room as your rode out the final orgasm, your chest heaving in shuddering breaths as Keigo worked you through it, held onto your body tightly to keep you from collapsing. Your legs were soaked, your nether region slick from top to bottom. Keigo pulled his fingers from inside you, slick and thick coated with both of your bodily fluids. His eyes met yours through the mirror as those fingers dipped between your lips, pushing them onto the flat of your tongue as you lapped and sucked them clean. Only when he was satisfied you’d gotten every last drop of each other’s cum, did Keigo pull his fingers from your mouth.

“You did so good, little bird.” he cooed in your ear, nuzzling his nose against the curve of your ear as he placed gentle kisses to sweat-soaked hair. Brushed away the tears on your cheeks. “Such a good girl,” he said, a hand smoothing over the places he’d bitten and marked you.  Lips gentle as he pressed chaste kisses to the place on his jaw where his talons pricked you. The feral need for Keigo to fuck you into oblivion was satiated for now, his touch now gentle as he caressed and soothed you, the aftershocks of an overstimulated orgasm lessening as time lapsed. He was pleased that your scent now, was so heavily mixed of him and that perfume. No one was going to act as Hound Dog had, especially now. His lips were soft against your temple, his thumbs tender against the curve of your shoulders. It was a scent he was immediately fond of, and a scent he’d do anything to protect, to maintain. Keigo hummed, folding you up into the safety of his arms, surrounded by nothing but contentedness.