#Not short enough to where I wouldn't feel bad not putting it under a read more but like

[kakusu-shipping]

💕 for Undertale & Deltarune? :3

Thankyou very much for asking!!

I'll be honest here I haven't gotten super into Undertale or Deltarune shipping. I have a lot I like sure but I didn't really go out of my way to find content for any of them like I do for other fandom ships?

That also means anything not mentioned I'm probably neutral towards tho, sense I don't have strong opinions on the one's I like anyway fdkgjdfk

Problematic ships under the cut

Undertale Ships

I really liked Toriel/Sans back in the day, and still reblog it from time to time. They're losers and I think that's funny. Step-Dunkle Sans for the win

In that same vein Asgore/Gaster is so very *chefs kiss* Devoted Royal Scientist X The Depressed Lonely King. My god. What dreams are made of

Because of those two I got really attached to Asriel/Papyrus, just to continue the Goat/Skeleton thing??? fdkgjkdf Mostly tho Post Pacifist Flowey or Souless Asriel. I think they're cute. "I think I'm the evilest thing to ever live" 11 year old mentality X "I think I'm the greatest thing to ever live" 12 year old mentality (Papyrus is a grown-ass man though I am not infantalizing him)

ACTUALLY though Papyrus/Frisk was my OG Papyrus ship, while everyone else was all about Frans and Papyton, I was on the Stupid Little Guys train. I ADORE them. Frisk didn't want their Gender so they gave it to Papyrus

Does liking Alphys/Undyne even need to be stated at this point? It's like the default of Undertale shipping. They're cute. Good for them.

Alphys/Madds/Undyne is INCREDIBLY cute though I hope she gets pulled into the Alphyne polycule so badly she is their little meow meow

There was like a week of my life where I got super hard obsessed with Asgore/Mettaton spesifically because of one artist who drew the thottiest Mettaton with a Biggest little guy Asgore I'd ever seen and I'm still on that. Mettaton deserves to be a Sugar Baby to the King of Monsters

Chara/Asriel is extremely cute they are best friends they are siblings they are partners they kiss and snuggle and one day they'll rule the underground together and Chara is convinced they don't deserve Asriel

I think Asgore/Chara would be a very cute ship but there's probably no content for it. I just think on it sometimes.

Frisk/Chara Queerplatonic body sharers post game is very good to me. I've also seen an AU where Frisk gives up their soul for Asriel to come back and they share a body and I think the three of them should vibe like that.

Frisk/Monster Kid is always appreciated in this house we love Monster Kid content in this house

On that note I love you artists who make the briefly mentioned Suzy an Undertale version of DR's Susie and have her hang out with Frisk. They are buddies and I love them so much.

Deltarune Ships

Kris/Berdly is the only one that actually hard matters to me I love them I love them so much they are gaymers. Especially love it with Transfemme Berdly for no other reason than I love her my baby girl

Kris/Spamton is!!!! So good!!! I love Spamton a little freak an old man who's really weird about this teenager he just met he makes them so uncomfortable I think it's hysterical

Kris/Ralsei while we're on the train is incredibly cute and another instance of a Darkner being very Unnormal about Kris in a way that makes them uncomfortable. Ralsei infantalizes Kris while also putting them on such a high pedestal. Good uncomfy Yandere content

Another probably doesn't need to be said but I think Susie/Noelle is pretty alright. My opinion on it is very same as Alphyne it's fine it's canon gays and it's cute. No complaints from me

Lancer/Susie/Noelle though?? Incredible. Top tier. Susie will go nowhere without her little guy Lancer, and Noelle thinks he's cute as can be and incredibly silly. Is he involved romantically? Unclear but he sure is there

Roulxs Kaard/Spade King was very juicy back when we only had chapter one. The last bit of porn I witnessed before Tumblr fully closed it's doors was some nasty shit of the two of them. RIP the OP of that work they got hard banned four separate times.

Roulxs/Queen has sense filled the Roulxs Kaard malewife shaped hole in my heart however and it is so much funnier than whatever he and Spade King had going on. Queen talks about him like how we all talk about Spamton and I think that's glorious

Queen/Swatch Queerplatonics my dearly beloveds

Are Sweep Cap'n Cakes a polycule? Someone said they were brothers and I cannot remember who or if it was canon. I like them as a polycule. They kiss on the mouth

I love you Jevil/Spamton divorce does it count as a ship if my favorite part of it is they're broken up?

Jevil/Seam is incredibly cute I love them soft I love them angsty I love them devoted and broken and wishing for the old days and I love them together and happy and silly old married couple

Spamton/Addisons any Addison or all Addison I love Spam/Addi ships a lot because it can't be sweet they left Spamton homeless and alone in the streets. The good ol days only kinda ship.

[hearts4golbach]

Minx.

pairing:

Colby Brock x Fem!Coquette!Reader.

a/n:

first colbs smut 🫡

based on a request but forgot to put it on here, sorry. sent by 🎉

proofread

warnings:

18+ smut, oral sex (f and m recieving), semi-public sex, teasing, slight dom/sub undertones, use of brat, ma, love, baby, sweetheart.

word count:

1.7k

Colby couldn't help but stare whenever you walked around the house in your short skirts. God, you were basically asking for it with the way you bit your lip as you spoke to him. His mind wandered every time you looked up at him with your beautiful e/c eyes, the same ones he'd love to see rolling back into your head.

There was always something going on between the two of you, everyone knew it. Sam insisted the way you felt about eachother was obvious. He said the photo of Colby carrying you inside bridal style was enough proof in itself. (To be fair, you were drunk out of your mind.)

Needless to say, Colby was extremely attracted to your aesthetic. He adored the baby pinks, blues, purples, and white hues you wore. Your pastel pallet made him mentally drool over you. Your opposite aesthetics were the biggest turn on for him. He frequently thought about sliding your sheer white tights off of you and doing things God wouldn't approve of.

You walked through the grocery store, list in hand as Colby followed close behind you, carrying the basket. The list contained only a couple of items that the two of you would need for your next collab video.

Colby observed you closely, watching as your hips swayed, your pale blue skirt hugging your waist tight. Your lacy white top showed your figure well, exposing your cleavage for anyone to see. A twinge of jealousy flashed across his face at the thought.

Colby wrapped his arm around your shoulder, (which wasn't unusual for your friendship.) "Your outfits really cute today." His lips brushed the lobe of your ear as he spoke softly. He made sure only you could hear him.

You felt as if Colby had been throwing around your feelings for months. One day, all he could do was stare at you and make your heart melt with his words. Meanwhile, the next he treated you like you were just some girl. You knew that was just how Colby was, but you were tired of it.

You thought about all the times Colby had tightened his grip on your heart before stabbing you in the back again. It was an endless cycle you wanted to break.

"Make up your fucking mind, Colby." Anger seethe through your voice. You stood on your tippy toes to reach up and grab an item. Colby gripped your waist, his crotch brushing against your ass.

"You know that my mind had been made up." His fingers squeezed the soft flesh of your waist. "You're the one avoiding it, sweetheart."

You rolled your eyes and moved out of his grasp. "I'm serious. I don't want to deal with your shit. Stop fucking with my head."

"Then stop being a goddamn brat and let me take you home and show you how serious I am."

You scoffed and rolled your eyes once more, continuing your walk down the isle. You could feel Colbys eyes boring into you. As you thought about his offer, you couldn't decide if he was serious or not. Either way, the thought made arousal pool in your panties.

Colby held a smug smirk on his face as he walked next to you, a non-chalant demeanor to him. "Now who's not being serious?" He mocked.

You ignored him, reading over the list to see if you had forgotten anything. You muttered curses under your breath.

Without a second thought, Colby interlocked his fingers with yours and dragged you towards the back of the store. You didn't pay any mind as to where the basket ended up as Colby locked the family restroom door.

"C'mon, baby. Talk to me." His hand brushed over your cheek.

You crossed your arms. "You need to talk to me!" You emphasized. "Stop going back and forth with me. Do you want me or not, Colby?"

He sighed, resting his head in the crook of your neck. "Y/n, I want you so fucking bad it scares me sometimes." He admitted as he smirked into your skin, placing light kisses on your neck. "Let me show you."

You sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Fine. Prove it."

"Jump." He instructed, wrapping his arms unde your thighs as you did so.

He kissed you passionately, placing you on the counter and letting his hands roam your body. He grinded his hard, clothed cock against you, making you let out a quiet moan.

You deepened the kiss, letting your hands begin to unbuckle his jeans. "No," he tsked, "who the fuck said you're in charge?"

You muttered an annoyed apology as Colby began to kiss your chest. His fingers dug into your hips as he sucked dark hickeys on your cleavage. His goal was to make sure everyone knew you were his. You arched into his touch, the feeling of his teeth on your skin making you want to let him take control. You knew you had no choice, Colby was in charge and he had made that very clear.

Colbys hands squeezed the soft flesh of your thighs, sliding up your skirt and teasing the hem of your lacey white panties. "Can I?"

You nodded, a desperate movement. He placed a soft kiss on your lips as he began to slide your panties down your legs. "Lift up." He said, jaw clenched.

Your panties hung off your ankle as he gently spread your legs, kneeling down in front of you. Without warning, he buried his face in your dripping cunt. "F-fuck." Your hand flew to his messy hair.

"You taste so sweet," he mumbled against your pussy. You writhes under his touch as he abused your sensitive nub.

You moaned out his name as quietly as you could, holding back the noises threatening to escape your lips that'd alarm the whole store. "Co-colby!"

He had your skirt pushed up around your waist. You were driving him absolutely insane with the noises you were making. He kneeded the soft skin of your inner thighs as he worked magic, licking through your folds.

He couldn't get enough, eating you like he was a starved man. Two of his fingers found their way inside of you, slowly pumping to add stimulation. "You're so fuckin' tight, ma." He mumbled. "Can't wait to be inside a'you."

It was almost too much, your thighs clamping around his head. He held them open, his fingers painfully digging into you. He curled his fingers to hit that sweet spot inside of you, making you shudder. "I-I'm so close.. Please-"

He removed his mouth from your clit with a pop before removing his fingers entirely. You whimpered at the loss of contact, watching carefully as he stood up. "Not yet, sweetheart." He placed a kiss on the corner of your lips.

Before you knew it, he had you flipped over. You rested your cheek on the cold marble counter, breathing heavily. You looked back, the possessive look in Colbys eyes made your core ache for more. The tip of his cock pressed against your entrance as he slowly entered you. "Fuck- so goddamn tight. You're amazing." He wrapped his fingers in your hair and pulled you up.

Colby kissed your neck as he thrusted inside of you at a slow pace. You attempted to reach back and touch his arm, but he pushed you back down. He grabbed your arm and held it behind your back as he sped up his pace. "so fucking good, Colbs.." You basically drooled over how good he was fucking you.

He placed a kiss on your shoulder. "So perfect." He placed a light tap on your ass as he hit the perfect spot deep inside of you. He choked out a groan as your cunt squeezed him tightly.

You could feel his thick cock stretching you open. Strings of moans and curses fell from your lips, your mind a haze.

He slammed his hips against yours, sounds of skin slapping filled the room. You felt so close to the edge again. "Colby, I-"

"I know, baby. Me too." He breathed heavily. "Where do you want me?"

You cried out as he bottomed out inside of you. "M-mouth. My mouth- please." Your own words shocked you, you couldn't even imagine how Colby felt.

He let out a grunt in agreement, possibly a little too excited at your request. "C'mon, love. Cum on my dick."

He reached his hand around to rub circled on your clit. Your legs shook as you came, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

"You did so, so good. Good girl." He purred, pulling out of you.

Without a response, you immediately dropped to your knees. "Open your mouth," he gripped your jaw as he bossed you to submission.

You opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue as you looked up at him with those pretty eyes he adored. He could've came at the sight. He thrusted his hips forward, pushing his hard length into your mouth.

"Suck." He instructed, his voice shaking as he tried to remain in control.

You bobbed your head, not bothering starting at a slow pace. He wraps his hand in your hair guidingly. His body tenses as he reaches his climax, his cum covering your mouth. You suck him clean, making him melt under your gaze.

"Swallow. All of it." He pulled his cock out of your mouth, looking down at you with love and lust in his eyes.

You did as he said, keeping eye contact as you swallowed his juices. He reached down, wiping the drool off your chin before helping you back to a standing position.

Your legs wobbled as you walked out of the restroom hand in hand. You hoped it wasn't too obvious, and you prayed it wouldn't be when you got home.

[acidsoju]

IN THE DARK

genre: smut, non idol au, (there's barely plot) pairing: roommate! beomgyu! roommate! reader warnings: oral (m. and f. receiving), unprotected sex (dont!), unedited so probably bad writing word count: 3.8.k summary: when the lights go out, beomgyu goes to you, his pretty roommate, for comfort.

“AH, WHAT THE FUCK!”

If you had to be honest, you don’t know just what scared you more; if the so sudden power outage that left you completely in the darkness of your room or if the incredibly loud scream your roommate let out just a second after.

You scoffed under your breath when you heard, just a few seconds after his scream, the loud thumbs of his hurried steps down the hall getting nearer and nearer. The door of your room crashed open and you could notice, thanks to the moonlight coming from your window, the silhouette of the tall boy leaning against your door frame.

“Hey, are you okay? I just heard you screaming” he asked trying to hide the fear in his voice.

You rolled your eyes and reached out your hand to grab your phone placed on your nightstand, grimacing when you read the 4% of battery it had left. You put it back down and looked again at the boy. Beomgyu blinked, trying to adjust his sight at the darkness of your room while trying not to rush inside and hide under your bed at the creeping darkness on his back, the hairs of his neck bristling. It made him so nervous.

“Does your phone have battery?” you asked, lazily getting up from your bed. Beomgyu felt a sense of relief washing over him after hearing your voice; at least he wasn’t alone to die in the dark.

“Barely” he answered looking down at the screen on his phone. He heard you sigh and walked closer to him, stopping just a few inches before your feet touched his, both of your tilting your heads to look at each other’s eyes. “W-what?”

“I’ll see if we have some candles left” you answered softy, pointing with your finger at the boy blocking your way out. “Need to get through the door first, silly” Beomgyu’s mouth formed a small ‘o’, nodding softly before he decided to speak again.

“M’coming too” he mumbled, taking a step in your room for you to walk out first into the hall. You sighed a chuckle and made your way to the kitchen, touching the wall to guide you. Behind you, the floor creaked as the boy followed you closely― like, really close; enough for you to feel his breath fanning over the back of your neck.

You both made your ways into the kitchen; a soft grunt came from you as you stumbled into the corner of the counter, stopping abruptly while you rubbed the spot in your stomach where it hurted. Beomgyu’s body softly crashed against yours and his hands quickly found your waist, trying to stabilize himself and keeping you close. Your eyes widened and you thanked whoever up there that there was no light in the room for the boy to see your expression, because you would have surely get teased at.

“What is it?” he asked, his head tilting over your shoulder even thought he wouldn't be able to look at you. You gulped as his breath hit your cheek. His cold hands on your skin making you tense for a second before you rested your own hands over his, squeezing softly. You mumbled a short nothing before keep on walking, tugging at the boy for him to move too, which he made trying not to step on your toes, his hold in your waist never letting go.

Your hands let go of his and reached to the cupboard until your fingers brushed what it felt like the candles package, taking out one from it. You grabbed the lighter on the counter and turned around on your spot before lighting one, a small smile on your lips as it lightened a little. You felt the hands on your waist tightening and you looked up at Beomgyu, whose eyes were already looking into yours.

“You feel better?” you asked him searching for any sight of fear in his eyes. After a year living with the boy, since your mutual friend Kai introduced you to the boy who was looking for a roommate while you searched for a place to live, you had learnt a few things about him; like the kind of music he liked listening to, or how loud he could get sometimes -especially when he played his games online-, or how he was a very sweet but a very clumsy person too, or how scared he was of the dark.

You still remember that time you learnt about his fear; you weren’t home when the outrage happened and it had already come back when you got back home; you found him hugging himself on the couch, his eyes red from crying and the tired look on his eyes, all of him covered in cold sweat.

“… I can light another candle if you want” you spoke again after a few seconds of no answer from the boy. His lips curled into a small smile before he shook his head, eyes flicking to the fire in between you two.

“This much is fine, just…” he gulped, taking a small step back and tugging you with him from the hold in your waist. “Just stay with me, please.”

You allowed him to pull you into his room, pushing the door close behind you. You looked down at Beomgyu while he took a sit down on the edge of his bed, his hands never leaving your waist, as he looked up through his long eyelashes at you. You felt your face heating up and had to clear your throat as you took a step to the side and sat down on the spot next to him, his hands finally letting go of you reluctantly.

“Wanna try and get some sleep? I can stay here until you do” you said to him but Beomgyu shook his head, shifting in the bed to look at you. You couldn’t help but to let out a soft, awkward laugh at the weight of his gaze on you and looking away from him, your eyes landed on the guitar resting behind him on his bed. “Oh, were you playing before? How’s your music coming?”

Beomgyu looked over his shoulder to his instrument. “I actually was polishing a new song before the light went off… Let me play it for y― I mean, do you wanna heart it?” you nodded excitedly and Beomgyu chuckled softly before grabbing his guitar and placing it over his lap, his fingers caressing the strings and beautiful melodies coming from it.

Was it because you were immersed in the dark or was his voice always this deep? You blinked a little surprised; maybe the fact that you got to live with his screaming-ass 24/7 had made you forget about his actual very pretty and calm voice. You hummed in delight and closed your eyes, enjoying the music and the warm that irradiated from the candle.

Beomgyu cleared his throat after his song ended, looking at you while your eyes were closed. He put down his guitar against the wall and moved just a little closer to you, the sudden shift making you open your eyes to look at him.

“You have a really beautiful voice, I liked it” you whispered, suddenly feeling so tiny under his piercing gaze; his brown eyes shone with the fire reflected on them. Beomgyu leaned in closer to you, his hand resting over the one you were holding the candle with, and his long fingers brushing the line of yours. Little strands of his hair fell over his eyes and brushed against your forehead, making you ticklish and moving your head back unconsciously; he followed you, inching closer and closer until his hot breath hit against your cheek; dry yet plump lips brushing against your skin.

Your breath got caught up in your throat and you swear your hand would’ve shake if Beomgyu wouldn’t have been holding it with his own big hand.

“Wait…” you whispered, your eyes flickering to look at his when his free hand went to cup your face and softly guided you to look up at him. “The candle… you’re gonna get burned-

Your words died as Beomgyu blew the candles out; darkness engulfing you again, senses sharpening and soft lips connecting to yours in a second. Oh, he was sweet. Your eyes furrowed as you closed your eyes and a long sigh scaped through your nose, the extinguished candles in your hands fell and you didn’t care to look where before your hands grabbed each side of the boy’s face, deepening the kiss.

Beomgyu’s heart beat loudly against his chest; was it his fear of the dark or was it you? He didn’t care to stop to think as his hands pressed against the mattress on your back, leaning in until you fell on your back with him towering over you. Your hands were so soft, not like his all calloused. He liked the way they caressed his cheeks before sliding to the back of his neck, massaging his sculp and playing with his soft, long hair.

A quiet gasp came from your lips when a pair of hands firmly grabbed your waist, skin against skin as your shirt had rolled up a little. Beomgyu’s soft lips nibbled down at your bottom lip and pulled, brushing his tongue against it before sliding it into your mouth, caressing your own tongue with his. You felt the way his legs shifted and how he straddled your lap, each knee at each side of your hips.

“God, so soft…” mumbled the boy, pulling away from your mouth only to stick immediately to the skin on your jaw, then your neck and collarbones, leaving a trail of wet kisses and nibbling at your skin occasionally. You sighed; it felt good― the way his mouth moved experimentally on your skin earning each soft sound from you. Beomgyu enjoyed the little sighs you let out, but he wanted to ear you more.

His hands slowly made their way up, calloused fingerprints brushing up from your stomach to your ribs and stopping just a second at the line of your breasts, as if waiting for you to say something, which you didn’t. At the same pace, his mouth left a soft kiss in the middle of your chest that moved up and down swiftly. His nose buried in your breasts, sniffing and groaning low at the softness and warmth of the spot.

His hands slid under your bra; your back arching when his thumps rubbed against your nipples until they were erect to pull them; a whine came out of you and Beomgyu grinned against your skin, nibbling at your skin before he swiftly took your bra out. His mouth -warm, hot- went over one of your breasts, his tongue moving again and again at your nipple, sucking and biting softly while one of his hands took care of the other breast.

“O-oh-“ you whispered a groan, feeling your skin crawling at the contrast of the air hitting your bare skin and the warm from Beomgyu’s mouth. He moved to the other breast, repeating his actions; kissing, licking, sucking, biting, smirking at your precious sounds, groaning at the pulls from his hair.

“Does this feel good?” he asked, his nose brushing at your chest while his tongue stuck out and lick down until he reached your abdomen, his hands immediately covering your wet breasts when his mouth was off them. He tried looking up at you from a response, but he couldn’t see anything; unlike your room where the dim light from the moon came, his had most of the time his curtains closed. “Mhm?” his nose pressed against your pelvis, the vibrations from his voice making you squirm under him. “Do you want me to stop? Just say yes and I’m off of you.”

Truth was, you didn’t want him to stop. This was such an unfamiliar side of the Beomgyu you knew and it intrigued you, but mostly you were already too horny to want to stop him. You wanted him.

“… Gyu, touch me more” you whispered, almost inaudible but it reached the boy’s ears perfectly. His hands abandoned your breasts and his fingers slid under your sweatpants’ waistline, pulling them down and off of you. His hands grabbed your hips and scooted you closer to him, now laying down on his stomach. His nose brushed against your pelvis again before it trailed down soon reaching your aching clit; you flinched when his nose rubbed against it, your mouth gaping open as he repeated the movement again and again and again, soft whimpers reaching his ears. “No- No teasing.”

“Aw, but you sound so pretty when I do” he smirked before pressing his darted open lips against your covered core; a soft groan erupting from his throat as his senses swamped in the essence of you, already soaking wet the thin cloth of your panties. He hummed against you, biting back the smile on his lips when your back arched at the vibrations. “Smells s’good in here.”

His nose rubbed against your clit a little more while one of his hands trailed down from your hip to your thigh, caressing your skin ­-fuck, so soft- until his fingers brushed against your wet entrance. He moved aside your panties, barely pulling his face away from you until you were exposed for him. His lips bumped against your wet folds and a moan from you had him smiling against your warm pussy, while your hands went down to hold onto the man’s hair.

“O-oh, Gyu- that- ah, that feels good" your breath itched as his tongue stuck out of his mouth and gave you a long lick from the base of your entrance until your clit. A moan scaped from you. Beomgyu repeated the same action with his tongue one, two, three- a lot of times until he had you trying to close your knees around his face and whining underneath him, squirming while trying to get more friction of his mouth against you. “C’mon, don’t be mean.”

Beomgyu chuckled; firm hands now grabbing the inside of your thighs and spreading them apart before swamping into you again, this time fastening the pace of his tongue, lewd sounds of slurping and wet kisses reaching your ears even though most you could hear was your own noises. You hardened your hold in the boy’s pretty hair and bucked your hips up, trying to relieve your aching on his pretty mouth that, as soon as you started moving, had his tongue out for you to use as you pleased.

Beomgyu pressed his face closer to you, chin and nose drenching in your juices as you moved up and down; his tongue didn’t resist much still until he began matching your movements with it, up and down against you.

“Ah-fuck, Gyu, m’close”

“Cum then, angel,” Beomgyu huffed against you, his fingers grabbing your squirming legs down, probably leaving bruises mark on your skin but he couldn’t see. “fuck- you’re so hot, cum in my tongue, y/n, m’gonna take all of you.”

It didn’t take you long to reach your climax after Beomgyu’s tongue started fucking you in and out while he groaned against your entrance and you fucked his face with your pussy. You bit down your lip trying to muffle the sounds but still, moans and whimpers came from you as your juices covered the man’s tongue. Beomgyu gathered your juices on your tongue until he felt you were clean enough.

“You good?” he asked after a few seconds of silence where he only could hear your fast breaths. You gulped and nodded, remembering he couldn’t see you.

“Y-yeah, just… catching my breath” you answered, feeling your cheeks burn up and, even though you really couldn’t see him, you knew he had that stupid smirk of his on his face.

“Okay, take your time” and he did have a smirk on his face. Beomgyu sat down putting some space in between you two, the taste of you still lingering in his mouth. You pushed yourself up and palm the same in front of you, eyebrows narrowing when you didn’t find him. Crawling, you moved a little closer to where the bed sunk.

“Where are you?” you questioned, finally brushing his arm. Your hands found his face and you pulled him closer, clumsily placing your lips over his, your own taste invading your mouth. Beomgyu’s breath got caught up in his throat when your tongue pushed past his lips, moving around his mouth like you owned him. “It’s my turn now.”

“Mhm? Oh.” Realization fell upon him as your hands fell on his lap, stroking his boner over his sweatpants. You got up from the bed and kneeled on the floor, in the middle of his spread thighs. He bit his lip, head falling over his shoulder while your fingers pulled his pants down until they touched the floor. “You’re gonna make me feel good, right ang- aw, fuck-“

Beomgyu gulped down his own words when your hand grabbed his archin dick, after pulling down his boxer, and collected the wetness from the pre-cum of his tip, spreading it all along his length. Your free hand rested on his thigh, fingers pressing down on it for support while you moved your face closer to him. He felt so big in your hand; could he even fit in your mouth?

Beomgyu’s stomach tensed when your breath hit against his dick before you placed down a wet kiss on his tip, lips darting open and tongue poking out to brush against him, the saltness of his pre-cum invading your mouth. It was addicting. Soon you found yourself lowering your mouth to his base and giving a long, slow lick from there up until you reached his tip and then got him into your mouth, tongue swirling around his length.

You felt his body tensing up while you bobbed down your head, painfully slow for him, making sure your tongue reached everywhere possible. Beomgyu’s hands closed in fists against his mattress and he swirled his tongue on lips lip before trapping it down under his teeth, hissing at your pace. Were you taking revenge for his teasing? Oh, you were such a greedy little thing. Beomgyu smirked, lip still trapped under his teeth before a hand landed on top of your head.

“Mhm, that’s much better, angel,” he hummed after he had pushed your face down on his cock, feeling his tip reaching the back of your throat and you moaned against him; your eyes prickled with tears you had to blink to suppress. The hand on your scalp tug from the makeshift ponytail, making you moved up and down again, each time harder, on his dick. “Such a pretty mouth for me, making me feel this good, angel- fuck, you like that, no? Being used for me to cum, uh? You want that? Me cumming all over your pretty hot mouth? Better fucking fill your mouth with all my love.”

You whined; he sure talked a lot now that his mouth wasn’t occupied with something else. But in reality, his lewd words had you rubbing your thighs together and clenching around nothing. Beomgyu let go of the hold in your hair and leaned back, pressing both his hands against the mattress on his back as he let you take over. Fuck, he wished he could see you right now so prettily sucking him off while drool fell from your chin and you looked up at him with whose cute eyes of yours.

He bit down on his bottom lip, his head falling back while his abdomen twitched; a long, rasp groan erupted from his throat before he had his ropes of cum filling your mouth. He whined, feeling how you sucked all of his juices with your hot tongue, cleaning him just like he had cleaned you before.

His hand moved forward to hold your chin and his thump pressed against your lip before moving inside your mouth, your tongue quickly twirling around his fingerprint. Beomgyu hummed pleased. “You swallowed all of it? Good, angel, now come up here.”

You climbed up his lap after rolling down your panties and straddle him with his hand on your waist guiding you. You rested your hands on his shoulder as you lifted yourself up, feeling how he grabbed his dick and placed his tip against your entrance. His hot breath brushed against your cheek before he pushed you down onto his length, moans scaping from both of you as he filled you up.

“What the fuck, you’re so tight? Agh- god, you feel s’good, angel but you’re gonna make me cum in no time if you suck me up like that.”

Beomgyu found your lips in no time, crashing his against it and kissing you like a starved man, while you started pacing up on his cock, hearing the way his breath would flinch or the sweet moans against your mouth. His hands trailed down from your waist to your ass, grabbing and squeezing harsh. His mouth fell open when he felt the way you squeezed him inside.

“Oh, you liked that, didn’t you? Fuck, okay-“ suddenly, he fell on his back and pulled you with him, you whined at the sudden crash but the sound quickly morphed into a moan as Beomgyu held your ass in his hands and started thrusting his hips faster from underneath you. His thrusts turning into ramping at the sweet sound of your moans against his ear, making his eyes roll to the back of his head. “You’re squeezing so hard, baby, are you gonna cum again? Do it, then.”

“Fu-fuck, Gyu, s’too much…”

“You can take it, though, you’re a big girl” he tilted his head and planted a kiss on your ear, before he started nibbling at your earlobe. Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape while your eyes rolled back, it was all so lewd; the noises from skin hitting against skin, the soft groans from his on your ear. Your breath hitched and you felt your release cover all of Beomgyu’ cock that continued his fast ramping inside you, wet sounds reaching your ears. “God, you came so much, y/n, so fucking much.”

You moan against the skin on his neck where you hided your face while he thrusted the last times into you before cumming as well. His hands caressed your ass before they were up again, hugging you closer to his chest that moved up and down while catching his breath. Beomgyu was still inside of you when he moved in his bed and laid comfortably, head resting on his pillow and you laying on top of him.

Soon, soft snores reached his ears and he chuckled silently, hands caressing your exposed back and hair. Just when he was about to fall asleep as well, with you in his arms, the light came back.

[greekceltic]

Jacky has a haunted arm. It started as a roleplay thing that I didn't think I would make canon, but I probably will. The situations it creates are fun. Anyway, for our amusement she can use it to touch ghosts so she scared hers. (Art doesn't quite match the writing). You can read the roleplay clip under the read more or on toyhouse.

GreekCeltic-

Junior was where she left him. He glanced at her. Same face. Same bags under his eyes and blushless pallor. What did that bandit say?

  When eyes meet, the soul has made love?

Yeah he was wrong.

Junior turned back around and she wondered how far she could walk before he was compelled to join her. She felt a little bad for not asking, but the feeling had no stay power. His wants and needs took a backseat to hers and she had found a way to make herself okay with that.

He could talk. It was within his power to ask her to put him in someone else’s care any time he wanted. After being left in the woods she could understand why he wouldn't want to be parked on Vlinder's hearth- in the same forest -but there were other people in their group who would travel. All basically good people.

Picking her was self sabotage.

Idiot.

She walked all the way in and shut the door behind her. The wind feathered a few rug ends but didn't bother with him.

  Maybe he's like AI and can't defy me, she wondered. Like bullshit television. She had never made the leap that it could be worse. Jacky felt that she was babysitting and had exactly as much authority as a teenager over a nine year old. In the end, not very much at all. She kept waiting for his tantrum, wanting it because after all that had happened it would make sense, even be healthy, but it never came.

She stumbled back toward the fur mat she had grown to hate since she woke up and stared down at it, too tired to sleep. There was such a thing. Jacky swayed weakly near it and turned away.

She looked at him again and ground her bottom jaw.

  Dummy should be begging to leave.

She hated the way he idled against the wall like a toy soldier waiting for something to do. That was the kind of thing that got ice put down your shorts at sleep overs. The idea of that made her spine prickle in a bad way, but it made her think. Jacky tilted back and lidded her eyes. She reached for one of the support pillars and rested her weight on it, two feet closer to him.   I could do it. She moved her feet, taking care not to scuff them on the floor. She didn't have to worry about the boards creaking. If they didn't notice Vlinder they weren't going to notice her. There were no more pillars between them, but she thought she'd make it. She tried, and on the way thought about how many nights he'd spent right there in a different room. Waiting or staring, as engaged as a coat put away on a hanger. He didn't even breathe loudly because he didn't breathe anymore.   DO something! The last few feet ended with her wobbling behind him, alarmingly silent, but not very steady. She reflexively tried to grab his shirt to pull it back with her good hand, but it went right through. Jacky didn't stop to wonder if he'd noticed that. She stuck her *cold* hand out like a senile old woman with a fork. It went up his shirt and flattened on the part where his back sank in. It worked when she slapped him. No reason to think it wouldn't work now. Themascura--

The target of her ire had no idea.   None.   He was peacefully existing in a corner, appreciating the window. It was nice to have a different view. He liked trees. Not enough to have been okay with just their company for a few millennia, but enough to be okay staring at them for a few days.   It was pretty out there. There were squirrels. And birds! Not many of those in the city. The cats had mostly eaten them all-   Jacky was about to learn a whole lot of things in quick succession. One, she could in fact scare the shit out of a ghost. Two, despite being dead ghosts did in fact have startle responses. Three, when she was touching a ghost with her ghost hand apparently walls became interactable- because he slapped the window/wall with his belly when he jumped and it made a sound.   A beautiful hollow sound, like when you thumped a watermelon.   He left a foggy mark on the window when he hopped back. He was still hopping when he turned around, trying to shake the ice cube out of his shirt. His spine was still flickering when he got all the way turned- visible through his shirt and his front and almost as far as his shoulders. The look he gave her was universal. The sibling glance of- I WAS MINDING MY BUSINESS.   Here you are, starting some shit. He stuck a hand straight out for her face, confident it would go through, but also confident it would mess with her already wonky balance and depth perception. Time for you to take a time out on the floor. You pushed your luck to far today anyway.

GreekCeltic-- His reaction was Christmas. She wasn't sure what to make of his spine. Jacky looked at her hand and wondered if it had cannibalized him somehow. A week ago she had dumped all the extra stuff into Christoph's leg. That had been a surprise. Christoph was alive, there was no way to know it wouldn't do the opposite and suck Junior up like a straw, like it had Virgil's magic.   Oough, there was a mental image she did not enjoy. When she touched Christoph she went with a gut feeling that turned out to be right. Here too she decided to go with a gut feeling-- that it was fine. "Oh excuse me did I interrupt your vacant staring?" Jacky's hand was still up, she dropped it and raised her other one, rubbing her arm furiously like she was trying to warm it up. Cold fire appeared and walked toward her elbow. "Gonna do it again." She spread the fire to her good hand but she never got to try it. He threw his at her face- IN her face -and she spilled in stages. Mostly in slow, wobbly, backwards walking motions that ended up near the bed. She fell against the edge. She had been put to bed. OBNOXIOUS. Jacky leaned into her sprawled arm and chose to be happy he showed some life. She didn't think she could get up without crawling on all fours and that wouldn't be preferable. She was also tired. It was possible she had never been so tired in her life. She crawled over the edge and fell into the divot like a kitten into a laundry basket. She slept all of the night and most of the next day. The only time she got up was to wash. She made a point of it so history wouldn't have to repeat itself. Who knows how many rag baths she got during the week. One was too many. Two would have been life ending. Her hair was close to dry when she went back to sleep. She tried to make it longer, but felt harassed that she was not alone. Dreams had been hard to remember the first week, but they were piling up now. She didn't know if she was remembering things or adding fantasies to what she did. All she knew was she couldn't be her own witness. With each waking she was a little more confused and a little more convinced she shouldn't have gone back for the brooch. It could have waited. At the time the idea of leaving Junior out there to believe no one was coming was too much and it was too much now, but was it worth it?   The elf was back when she got up, laying beside her with his arm folded behind his head.   Him again. Jacky looked at him a minute, but decided she didn't really care. She didn't know why. It should have embarrassed her but it was like sleeping with a big white dog. She got the feeling he thought of her as a cat. She looked across the room and saw Herman on his back against the wall, also asleep. Some kind of spell had fallen over this house. She and Junior were exempt. She grabbed her poncho and went out the front door. The moonlit air was bright and icy. She wasn't wearing her shoes but she didn't expect to go far and wanted the snow to bite her feet a little. It felt good even when it stung. When she got to the gate she put her hand on it and flipped up the latch (too complicated for a dead guy, apparently), but never pushed it forward. It would have been easy, but the idea of the gate held fast. There was a bigger obstacle here than a physical one. I shouldn't, Jacky thought. More like I can't. She'd been thinking about this a lot and the conclusion she came to was damned if I do, damned if I don't.

[cerosin-bis]

Hello Cerosin :]

I have several questions, if I may.

1. How are you?

2. Has Nikto always been bad at taking care of himself or is that a result of the torture?

3. how does Krueger handle rejection, if he's interested in someone?

4. In your fic "Anger Management" (btw I love both your arts and writings!) Nikto hugged Krueger tight, before Krueger fucked him. It says "it's conflicting for Nikto" what does that mean? Would Nikto like to have a normal relationship with someone? Like, does he want/need a certain tenderness but knows Krueger probably isn't able to show it?

Thank you for your time and all your great works for this ship! It literally wouldn't exist without you and I mean it in a good way!

Have a good one and be safe :]c

Hi hello! 1. I'm doing mostly fine! Thank you for asking 🥺 I hope you're well, anon!

2. I think Nikto never really practiced "self-care" due to both his education (or lack thereof...) and his personality. However it's noticeably worse since his torture and the development of his mental illnesses/conditions because he now barely even thinks of basic human needs.

3. Good question. I think he'd be very frustrated because it's RARE, but be able to move on very quickly. Orrrr he would try extra hard (which ultimately does succeed but at very high costs with dire consequences. this would have happened with Nikto, but didn't need to because these two were doused in gasoline to begin with imo.)

4th answer regarding Nikto, Krueger and intimacy under the cut bc this got long.

(And thank you so much. I don't want to be presumptous as to say I ~invented~ the ship because there were like 3 fics when I posted Remanence already, but feeling like I was able to set its foundations in art and then consistently over the past years is unbelievable when I see where it is today.)

4. Thank you so much for letting me know you like both my art and my fics!! I feel like I never say it enough, I'm incredibly grateful people are reading all the shit I put out, let alone let me know they liked it. 😭

So, in my headcanon, Nikto craves intimacy in very very short and specific "windows", but he has a conflicted relationship with it as a concept.

Krueger can display tenderness/intimacy without a second thought if he knows it's needed by the context (and this is one), but his affectivity is abnormally... dulled? if I may say. Krueger's emotions are genuine... but extremely dampened. So it suits Nikto, because it's "as if" there were no feelings (there are. but it's beyond gestures, it's whatever they have. the codependency and violent devotion, the wordless communication... Tenderness is a rare occurrence in this whole frame - an occurrence that Nikto likes, but would rather not acknowledge, if this makes any sense.

In my headcanon, again, Nikto wouldn't be able to have a normal relationship with anyone. Normalcy repels and scares him, and even if it wasn't the case... Without extensive therapy, which he will likely never want to get, he has too many issues regarding emotions, attachment, jealousy and violence. (I want to stress this again, this is just my specific and personal hc of the character)

[nrdmssgs]

John Price x reader (friends2lovers) part 2

Masterlist

Part 1

Pairing: Price x civilian afab reader

Summary: John fights his demons in the middle of the night, and you are clearly not helping. He doesn't mind, though.

Warnings: smut (under cut), kissing, body worship, oral (f receiving)

AN: Ok, apparently i'll need another part to end this one. Sorry guys, I tried to keep it clean and short, but I've failed. Price is still a big caring softie here.

Thank you for patience, dear @fruitymoonbeams-blog I hope, it was worth it.

“I thought, we had a deal. Something about you not working at my place?” His voice is still gruff after sleep as he stops behind the couch, but you don't even flinch, keeping reading and highlighting some text at the bottom of one of your documents. “I just need to review these contracts before next week,” you answer, not paying much attention to John. “Besides, I had enough sleep this day, hey—” He takes his reading glasses off your face and picks you up off the couch. “You are going to sleep.” He isn't event asking you, it is statement. You desperately grab a fist full of papers, before he carries you to your bedroom.

You ask him, why was he up in the middle of the night anyway, and he stiffens. “My brain chose violence today.” He gently lays you down on the bed and brushes a stray of your hair out of your face. “Nevermind... You know, what the real question is, though? Why did you steal m` bloody glasses? Old age hit you suddenly? Cant see a single freaking letter, granny?”

“Oh, shut up, you old bastard.” You reach out to grab his glasses, but he catches your hand mid-flight. “You're not getting those back, darling. But if you want your bedtime stories so bad, I can read them to you.” He takes the contracts from you, walks around the bed and lies down on the other side. "Where did you stop? On a tale of ... “repaying forfeits procedure”?" You nod and make yourself comfortable, resting your head on his shoulder.

He reads your contract in a quiet and calm voice. You ask him a couple of times to mark something in the text, but very soon your eyelids become heavy. When your breathing calms and deepens and you no longer comment on his reading, John sets aside the contracts and turns off the bedside lamp. He lies in the dark for a while, his fingers lightly tracing circles on your back. He takes in every second of this peaceful heaven: the silence, your barely audible breath, the warmth spreading through his body from where your cheek touches his chest. That moment of calm was worth stealing you away from the rest of the world for a few days.

He embraces you and shifts his weight to put you on a pillow. Before releasing his hand from under your head, he freezes, admiring your face. When you fall asleep, the wrinkles in the corners of your eyes, appearing from concentrated reading, smooth out. Price loves moments when your face is so relaxed. He leans down and whispers "Sweet dreams", barely touching your forehead with his lips. This is not even a real kiss. He wouldn't dare.

And just when he is about to move away, he hears your muffled voice. “You missed, Price. My lips are right there.” Your words catch him off guard and paralyze his mind. He doesn't move, doesn't even breathe for a few long seconds. His face still looms over yours as you slowly open your eyes. John can't believe his ears, so he searches for an approval in your soft gaze. You brush your fingers against his torso, your touch is light and not really demanding of anything. But for him, a warmth of your skin piercing through his shirts` fabric is everything that makes any sense right now. John looks down at your lips, closes his eyes and sighs. “Don't do this to me.”

As soon as you hear his words, your hands fall down on the bed. “I've misread.” Your voice does not change, and this phrase sounds just as warm and relaxed. But he can feel your pulse quicken and your face going warmer with an embarrassed blush. "No... No, you got it right." He moves back a few inches to see your entire face. "I want it. I dream about it. But I don't want to fuck up… our friendship. Can't afford to lose you.” 

You stare at him confused and he proceeds. “I don't want one-night stand, I make a shitty “friend with benefit”... and even if you be so merciful to let such a duffer in your life - I don't want to drag you into the chaos of my work. I want to keep you safe from my problems. So there is no possible scenario—”

He stops talking, when you cover your eyes with your hand. “John…” You sigh heavily, massage your eyes, and move your hand away from your face. “Do you remember that time a few years ago, when your wound didn't heal properly, and you ended up in a hospital on Christmas?” He nods and squints slightly. “Of course, I remember. I ruined your vacation that time. You were supposed to sunbathe somewhere, and instead you kept visiting me in that hellhole.”

“There was no vacation.” The words escape your lips with a sad smile. “I haven’t taken any days off for a long time so that I could rush to you if anything happens. And every time you leave, I practically settle in my office only to run away from thoughts about you. I don't even know if I ever see you again, every time you get deployed. And as much as I hate the feeling, I chew it up. I am already not safe from your problems, Price…”

His deep blue eyes slowly widen, his face becomes more serious and dejected as he slowly remembers all the times when you came to help or take care of him, motivating this with lack of other plans. A heavy silence hangs in the air. He slowly and carefully hugs you, draws you closer and presses his lips to the top of your head. "Putting you through all this, not noticing anything. Guess, I'm just a bloody ignorant idiot." You feel him pulling you closer, hiding you in his hands.

“This is not an ignorance, John,” you smile, although sound somewhat bitter. “It's your way of… well, living through all this. And if you want to keep things this way - I won't cross any lines. Can't afford to lose you too. So… how about we forget this, meet tomorrow morning and go on enjoying our friendship?”

“No.” His lips are grazing over your forehead and down your cheeks. “I'm not forgetting this tomorrow.” A warm kiss is pressed against the corner of your lips. “And if you allow, I'll make you remember as well.” His hand cradles your head, fingers sink into your curls. Despite his soft touch, you can feel his skin burning, as his thumb brushes over your cheek. “But… only if and as long as you let me.” He doesn't move, waiting for your consent.

“My lips are still right there.” You almost feel something cracking and melting in his mind, as he hears your answer. John leans in and your lips meet. His first touch is gentle, even reserved in a way. As if he desperately holds back, trying to not scare you off. A second kiss feels almost the same: cautious and discreet, despite his lips linger a bit longer on yours. But when he kisses you for a third time, everything changes. He lets out a barely audible sigh, holding you by the back of your head, his tongue barely brushing the softest skin of your lips. This one is longer, much longer, as you respond to his movements, and he closes his eyes, losing himself in the feeling.

He feels as if the time itself stood still. You are right there, in his hands, alive and so warm and welcoming of his touch. And it wasn't one of his feverish dreams, because this time he actually felt your joyful eagerness to feel him closer, to embrace him tighter. He forced himself to pull away and pressed his forehead against yours. "If you don't want it, if you change your mind at any point - just say a word. Please, don't let me go on if you don't—” 

You cut him off with another kiss. Hungry and long. He moans breathlessly into your mouth, his tongue parting your lips, his hands clutching around you. You feel how desperate his body for your touch is, how he shudders just when your fingers brush over his jaw. His muscles flex as he shifts his weigh, now looming over you. Your fingers slip under his shirt to run up from his stomach to his chest, meeting tense muscles radiating with heat.

“John, are you ok? You are burning…” You manage to ask, when his lips leave yours for a brief moment. “Your fault, love”. Price answers in a low, tad shaky voice, gives you one more kiss on the lips and moves down to your jawline. Every next touch is less discreet. There is hunger boiling deep inside him. And it starts spilling out, when your fingers tighten on his back. Kisses along your neck are intoxicating, tongue leaving a hot wet trail from under ear to collarbone. It's when you feel his teeth as well. You clench your teeth and sharply inhale. 

John changes his behavior instantly. The place where just a second ago you felt the dangerous proximity of his teeth is now covered with kisses. "Sorry, love. It won't be this way, I promise." His voice is quiet, but you feel every word, reverberating through your rib cage, as he speaks pressing lips to your skin. You babble something, trying to reassure him, explain to him that you are not afraid of bites of him losing it, but it is useless.

“I need to say something.” His hand tucks under your shirt, fingers stroking your belly. “You drive me crazy. I've been dreaming of you for so long.” The fabric of your shirt is being slowly dragged up. “And I will do anything you want. Anything. As long as you let me be gentle to you this time.” His warm palm stops under your breasts, fingers a few inches from the most delicate skin. He knows how to make you dream about his touch. And he's not shy about using it. “If you ever wish to be with me again - it's no limits then. But this time… Please, I need it. I need to take care of you.” You nod, ready to agree to anything, as long as he doesn't stop.

He releases you from the shirt, and you are lost in his touch. His fingers and lips don't leave your body even for a split second. He whispers countless praises. "This." His warm breath rolls over your chest, teasing your nipples. “This is what I wanted to taste for so long.” His lips are soft against your breasts, he can't help but roll his tongue against your hardening nipple, ravishing in your quiet moans, moving to the other, while covering the first with his fingers. He takes his time. John maybe promised you to be gentle, but he never promised to not linger on every single inch of your beautiful breasts, tailored by mother nature so perfectly, looking so delicious.

You feel the heat spreading through and taking over your body. He's just started with you, and you are already drunk on his kisses, begging for more of him under your heavy breaths. “Patience, love. You'll get anything you ask for, but first.” He moves his hand between your thighs and gasps, feeling your soaking wetness. “Oh, poor thing, I was too caught up in a moment, didn't think you were that desperate already.” The warmth of his tongue trails down your body. “Don't worry, love, I'll make up for that.” Your panties slide down, as he pulls them. You clench your thighs together, as you are almost on the edge already, and you are a bit embarrassed to show him how painfully you need his touch, how much you crave him.

“Just a little taste, please. I'm starvin here, love,” he whispers in a raspy voice. “You are so unbelievably beautiful, you smell like heaven. I have to taste you.” You clutch at the sheet, trying to resist his voice. So John takes your hand and kisses the tips of your fingers, then gently runs his tongue over them. "I'll be very gentle. Just like this." His touch sends an electric shock through your body. You suffocate in impotent attempts to resist your desire and give in, whining. He doesn't take his eyes off you, and a satisfied smile blooms on his face. He places a few long kisses upon your sleek, before parting your glistening lips with hot tongue.

At the first touch of his tongue, tears burst out of your shut eyes. He's not just good, he's incredible. Long slow strokes from the bottom to the most sensitive spot on the top. His fingers squeeze your thighs, leaving red marks on them. He promised to be gentle... Well, his tongue is gentle. And persistent. John does not hide his pleasure, he groans, slurping against every drop of your juices. You hear every movement of his tongue, wet and slippery sounds filling the room. This only seems to spur John on. He does not leave you for a second, taking all control over your body and going on and on.

"Please... I can't hold back any longer!" You try to be more restrained, quieter, but all your attempts fail, and you just beg him to stop before you reach the peak. "Hold back? Why did you decide to hold back in the first place?” He chuckles, looking up, his voice croaky. You try to answer something articulate, but fail ultimately. “Love.” He smiles mischievously. “I want your release.” His finger slowly slides and curls inside. “I need your release. Stop holding it back.” He again clung to your cunt, caressing your swollen clit with his tongue. He didn't stop for a second, though he moaned at every wave of shivers that ran through your body. You yourself didn't know, your body could feel that good. You just lost yourself in his touch, in his hungry caresses.

Your peak washed over your body in several powerful waves. Your back arched and the sensation of his touch sent your mind spiraling, zeroing out all the sounds and colors around you. You were lost in time and space. You didn't know, how much time you've spent almost unconscious, all you knew was that you when your eyes opened again - you were in his hands. He cradled you in his hands and was not covering your face with small tender kisses. “My girl. So good to me. So sensitive. So goddamn tasty. Absolutely divine little thing.” He cooed as he kept kissing every inch of your face, gently rocking your body in his hands back and forth.

When you opened your eyes, he kissed away the last tears rolling down your jaw and smiled. “Thank you, love.” His blue eyes looked wildly beautiful with blown pupils. You found his lips, kissed him with all the gratitude and tenderness that you were capable of at that moment. As he answered on your kiss eagerly, you whispered. “John, I need you inside. Please… Please!”

His blue eyes fluttered open. He kept looking at you. "Are you sure?" his voice was quiet and deep. "Please!" you grabbed the edge of his shirt.

Without letting go of you, he sat up in bed. Your thigh gently brushed against something large, something hot and barely pulsing. "Please remember that you can stop me at any time." Desire mixed with apprehension in his eyes.

[here2bbtstrash]

as promised, here it is: The Big Life Update Post (aka m where the hell have u been and what the hell is going on with this blog)

TLDR: went thru it, came out better for it, i love y'all. and we're getting back into this writing thing as i have the time and capacity 🥳

2023 has been a bit of a whirlwind, to put it very mildly. while the first three months started off relatively smoothly, my saturn return began in the middle of march. only a few short weeks after that... well, i'd basically say everything went off the fucking rails.

content warning: drama talk incoming ft. extremely brief mentions of racism and racist hate mail (no specific details shared).

i haven't spoken on this yet since everything happened, and i want to be explicitly clear that i won't be speaking on it further after this post. but i just want you to understand where i've been at since april.

i will own it entirely and say: i fucked up. i put content in a story that i shouldn't have, that i had no business speaking on, and i think people were well within their right to call me out on it, one hundred percent. however, after i went offline at the end of april, my friends ended up learning that the person who initially stirred up all of the "tea", and submitted the first several anonymous posts about me to a hate blog, was actually someone i knew well and considered a friend.

this was someone whose stories i gladly beta'd, someone i consoled through multiple hard moments in their life, someone i actually even met in person. yep. this was also someone who had read the chapter of my story that featured the problematic content when it was released, and proceeded to send me paragraphs upon paragraphs of how much they enjoyed it, and the story as a whole. this is not to say that people can't change their minds on content after sitting with it, not at all. but to think that i had been through so much with this person, done so much to be there for them, and that they never once gave me any reason to think we were anything other than close friends. yet ultimately, they didn't feel they could come directly to me... or find quite literally any other way of dealing with the issue?

instead, they chose to send multiple messages about me to a hate blog, as well as hateful anons to several of my friends, thinking that we wouldn't know it was them (we did). not only that, but their actions encouraged an actual torrent of racist hate mail to be sent to all of my non-white friends who publicly chose to support me. ultimately, they ended up admitting all of this, and still, they never once apologized or showed even a single iota of remorsefulness or responsibility for the onslaught of vitriol they incited. (even though, you know, this whole thing was supposedly about how racism is bad.)

and this user is still on the platform, operating under a new blog name and pseudonym. so. that's fun. 💀

i don't say this to beat a dead horse, or to drum up sympathy, because i promise i don't want it. it's been long enough, i understand the mistakes i made, and i've done my part to take accountability for my actions. but i needed to start this post here to have you all understand where i was at the end of april - just in time for yoongi's tour 🤪 - in many ways, i felt like i had no friends, at least none that i could really trust. i felt unsure who might have been acting one way to my face, perhaps even praising me, but talking different about me behind my back. and it was beyond fucking nervewracking to think that i would be meeting so many friends IRL for the first time, quite literally days after what essentially felt like a public execution.

i wasn't doing well, to say the least.

and then... the funniest thing happened.

y'all showed the fuck up for me. in droves. in a way that i have quite literally never experienced in my lifetime and doubt i ever will again. even recounting it now is lowkey giving me chills. i received, literally, yes i counted, hundreds of DMs from the most incredibly kind people- on tumblr, on twitter, on discord, in AO3 comments. the vast majority of you wrote paragraphs: about what my stories have meant to you, about how you found my blog to be a safe space in the noise of the world, about how much you'd enjoyed our time together here. so many of you said something along the lines of "even if you never come back here again, please keep writing". honestly, for like a week straight all i could do was read my DMs and cry and cry and cry.

i didn't receive a single hateful DM. not one.

as if that alone isn't more blessings than i deserve in an entire lifetime, i also, you know. saw five shows of agust d on tour. (my credit card is still recovering.) spent two of the best nights of my life in pit getting a water bottle baptism and screaming myself hoarse. and met dozens of incredible moots, who held me when i cried, scream-laughed with me, and of course, drank plenty of booze with me.

at a time where i wondered to myself if i even had a single true friend in this fandom (or, like, in the world), you all showed me that i had so much more. that we had so much more-- we had a community. and i believe we still do. and i am more than ready to block out all the shit that doesn't matter and get back to having some fun around here.

in short: thank you thank you thank you thank you thank you. if you sent me a sweet word, i promise you, i read it (and probably cried lmao). i wouldn't be doing any of this without you. i will never ever deserve all the love that you have shown me. but for as long as you'll have me, i'd love to have a fun stupid horny time in this little corner of the internet. as a part of our community. what a fucking gift it is. 🫶

phew. okay, so- that was april and may. it's november. what the fuck happened?

i knew i wanted to properly take time to get my head on straight before i found my way back to writing. what i wasn't expecting was to 1. fall in love, 2. get a new job, and 3. move myself and my cat approximately 800 miles across the country... but yeah, since the end of may, those 3 things are exactly what i've been doing!

i won't talk too much about my partner here, because our relationship is important enough to me that i want to keep it largely private, but my god. he is the most incredible human. i can't tell you how much of what i wrote out as silly little daydreams in my fanfiction has somehow manifested itself into this very real human being (like, it's kinda crazy lmao 🙈). i'm grateful for him every single day. and what makes it even more special is that we met for the first time in person while i was traveling for yoongi's tour - yep! he saw me going through so much upheaval, and fell for me all the same. just another thing i will never fully believe i deserve. but goddamn do i feel luckyyyyy 🥰

and in addition to my amazing partner (and in part because of him but honestly i had plans to move before i had even met this man it just happened to work out okay 🙄) i have also finally managed to do what i've been planning for the last year and a half, which is move my ass out of the southern suburbs where i'd been for nearly a decade, and to a ✨walkable city that actually has public transit✨ - what a fucking dream. i may have only been here 8 days, and i may not have much more to my name than my cat, my TV, and my mattress, but i swear to god, i've never been this happy in my entire life.

so yeah. exhale. like i said, it's been quite the year.

now i do want to end this with a small caveat, which is to say, i can't make a promise as to how much i can *be* here (particularly not compared to how terminally online i used to be lmao). i spent a lot of time online because i was unhappy and feeling very stuck with where i was in life, and i needed escapism, bad. now, i've finally gotten to a place where i'm excited to go out of my house and do things, but i still want to make intentional time for tumblr as a form of connection and community, and writing as a form of creative expression. these things are really important to me!!! i just ask that you give me some grace if i'm a little slow on the uptake. i promise i'm still here 🥰

and writing is gonna happen!!! i can't say much more than that, because tbh i haven't so much as opened a google doc since april, but i've been itching to get back to it. maybe.... we might start off....... with some........... drabble requests??? 👀 we'll see we'll see we'll see hehe.

in any case, i think that's more than enough for now 🤪 oh how i've missed babbling to you all, the gay people in my phone. i hope you're well, and if ya feel so inclined, i'd love it if you'd send me a comment or a DM on what you've been up to in the many months it's been since we've spoke! what's new in your life? what are we manifesting??

talk so so soon, eeeeee~ i'm so happy to be back~ love you babes!!! 🤍

[soulless-bex]

the evolution of the Robin costume according to me myself and i:

the first version of the costume was Dick. everything about it was an homage to his parents. the colours, the design, the name of what would become a familial mantel, all of it came from John and Mary Grayson. Dick poured his grief and love into that costume and became stronger through it.

Jason’s costume was the same as Dick’s, only tailored to his size. it was smaller probably than it had ever been for Dick, but beyond very little alterations (probably a longer short and more secure boots, because at the end of the day, Jason is a survivor, and he wouldn't allow himself to go out there wearing something too revealing and shoes he didn't feel comfortable running in. Jason knew Gotham's streets and knew that was where the worst of humanity indulged in their darkest urges), the costume remained the. exact. same. maybe he didn't see the need to change it. more probably, it came from a place of insecurity and uncertainty about his place in the family. he looked up to Dick so much and wanted to make him proud so badly that he spent the rest of his short life doing his best to try and emulate Dick even if that meant erasing himself.

when Tim inherited (read; blackmailed Batman into giving it to him) the mantel, keeping the same costume was no longer possible. of course, Bruce could have had one made that was identical to the one Dick and Jason wore before him, but no one involved at this point would have allowed it. after losing Jason, both Dick and Bruce went all in with the protective measures that were added to the suit. there would not be another dead bird under their watch. Tim wouldn't have allowed it either: he couldn't have lived with himself if he did: wearing the same costume Jason had died in would have felt like an insult to his memory. using the same mantel was already bad enough, but he would have to live with it: Batman needed a Robin after all. the costume gained pants, reinforced armour, and the cape became black on the outside. they said it was for stealth, but really, to Tim, it was a way to honour Jason's memory: from now on, Robin would wear the grief for those who fell into battle. Robin, for the better or the worst, lost a little of its magic after that.

Stephanie knew her time as Robin would be short. she was only doing Tim a favour after all. so she didn’t bother personalizing the suit beyond adding a few accessories to it. she got one of Tim’s back up suits, only one of them, tailored to her. she found it lucky that Tim was so short: they were practically the same size, and the alterations needed were minimal.

when Stephabie followed into Jason’s footsteps and died on the job, Tim retired that design of the suit. he designed another one. the Robin costume once again became darker, losing the green and gaining a lot more black elements. a lot of red, too. maybe it wasn’t a conscious decision, but the mantle who saw two kids die became dyed with blood.

when Damian came around, he wasn’t all that aware of the history of the mantle. he knew the facts, obviously, he had learned everything he could about the previous Robins so he would be prepared to take over once he joined his father, but he wasn’t aware of the emotional weight the suit and being Robin carried. he wasn’t aware of the shackle Tim had put on himself through the mantle. his only thought when he designed his own version of the Robin suit was that he wouldn’t wear the same thing Tim wore. he was too busy trying to paint himself in the most flattering light that he forgot to learn from his predecessors: Damian’s suit stayed dark, like Tim’s had been, but it became more muted also, like he was wearing a grief that wasn’t his, because actually that’s exactly what it was. the Robin costume became greyer and lost a lot of his colours.

when Tim created his own mantle, he brought his pains and that of his predecessors with him. he started something new, but still draped himself with the history of the Robin mantle. the Red Robin suit was red and black, just like his last iteration of the Robin costume

:D

[uglypastels]

hi hi! obsessed with your Sanji fic! i was wondering if you could do a sanji x f!reader where he takes good care of the reader during their time of the month? Like he made all the foods that are good for her and a treat to enjoy, while also giving massages and just whatever the reader needs? Thank you!

thank you so much for the request!! I tried not to refer to any period symptoms so technically this is more of a "gender neutral reader feeling sick" and can be read as any scenario. hope that's ok

no real warnings. i guess? just short fluff. not really proofread

If you didn't know better, you would think Sanji kept track of you, the way he knew exactly when to do and say what he needed to. You wouldn't even realise your own state yourself, only coming to terms with how badly you felt when he would be bringing you a hot cup of tea or cocoa or a large portion of the most comforting egg-fried rice. All without asking.

The truth was, he picked up on things. The smallest of details. The way your mood would change some days, or you would feel tired or sick. Maybe even without realising what the cause of it is at first. He just knew you didn't feel well and that he could be the one to help.

On days when you were particularly under the weather, and your legs wouldn't seem to work, he'd bring you your food to bed; all prepared on a little tray with a flower and all.

'Here you go,' he said, placing it over your lap with a proud smile.

'You really didn't need to do all this,' you sighed, looking at the feast he prepared, even though you only asked for a small snack.

'I know,' Sanji laughed, 'but I figured it wouldn't hurt to spoil you a little bit.' He put his hands in his pockets as you grabbed a fork to take your first bite, staying just long enough to see your reaction to the food to be able to leave, satisfied.

'Wait,' you stopped him, however. 'Could you stay maybe?' After feeling like shit the entire day, alone in your room, some company was well due.

'Uh, yeah, sure,' he hesitated before stepping closer to your bed. Rolling your eyes, you moved over in your bed, knowing that otherwise he would just act the gentleman and linger next to it.

But once in bed with you, he saw it as a free-for-all and immediately scooped you into his arms. His body wrapped itself around you, and instantly, you were comforted by the feeling of his touch, the warmth of his body, and the smell that caught onto his clothes from the kitchen.

'Were you baking something?' you asked.

'Maybe,' he'd grin, already knowing you were aware of exactly what he had been up to.

But sometimes, food just wasn't the answer to all of life's problems. Sometimes, you felt so bad that even the thought of eating something made you sick, and that definitely pulled Sanji out of his element. After all, he's the cook.

It won't mean he wouldn't try to make you feel as good as possible again. Perhaps by preparing a hot water bottle or reminding you to drink water and take some painkillers or any other medicine you'd need. He would distract the rest of the crew, who were oblivious to your current state, and give you a bit of breathing space if you felt overwhelmed by the chaos that was life on board the ship. He'd help you with your tasks on board and take the workload off your shoulders if you felt weak.

Then, in the evening, he'd sneak into your cabin just to check up on you, make sure you're comfortable, and ignore all your protests to fluff your pillows.

'C'mon, Sanj, you really don't need to do that,' you'd laugh.

'I know.' That's what he always said. Because he didn't care about what he should or shouldn't be doing.

All that mattered to him was you, and for you, he would do anything.

the end

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kaveh x alhaitham (top kaveh) bdsm & pet play with breeding kink <3

anonymous asked: Could you write Kaveh x Alhaitham with Top Kaveh, pet play, BDSM, degradation, and D/s dynamics. Also if you wouldn't mind I would love to see there breeding kink (ofc if you aren't comfortable with writing that I understand)

of course, not a problem at all! see under cut <3

cw: bdsm, degradation, pet play, d/s, breeding kink. this is kavetham for those of you who are only into haikaveh <3

Something snaps in Kaveh. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, Alhaitham finds it hard to keep the satisfied smile off his usually unreadable face. 

It’s usually a petty argument that tips him over the edge, Alhaitham knows how to push his buttons, treading the line between actually pissing him off and letting him know he’s up for more. It’s worked in his favor today; because now Alhaitham is on his knees, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts and a green-and-silver collar; a leash attached to it, the other end wrapped around Kaveh’s delicate wrist. 

“Thought I’d taught you better than to scrap with your master,” he says, giving it a tug as he walks in a circle around him, hard enough that Alhaitham feels the cold metal of the collar tight against the base of his throat. “You know what happens when a pup misbehaves, right?”

Alhaitham whimpers. 

“And to think, I was feeling sorry for you…,”

“Sorry for me?”

"Thought maybe you were desperate. Feeling all hard and hot and het up and pathetic, wanting nothing more than to mount me from behind," he tugs again. "And filling my stomach with your seed. Yeah, I thought so."

Goosebumps spread across Alhaitham's arms, Kaveh's words make him shudder, the familiar fire in the pit of his stomach rushing right down to his swollen crotch stoked by the fact that his master can read him like a book. Even when he fucks him, it's on Kaveh's terms. Just one word, one stop or pause, and he can ruin Alhaitham's night - Kaveh loves playing with him, edging him like that, so much that it's been a long, long time since he's been able to lose control inside of him, breed him until his tiny stomach swells up from how much of his cum he's taking...

Where's your composure, Haitham - he wonders to himself as Kaveh raises his eyebrows, staring down at his dump pup. He can feel drool pooling at the side of his lips, and is pretty sure Kaveh can read every thought on his mind.

"But you know what, Hayi?" He pouts. "Bad dogs don't get what they want. How else will they learn?"

Kaveh lets his shoulders droop and mock-shrugs as if it's all Alhaitham's fault; then looks at his end of the leash. "I better keep this on you for a while. Don't want you running off your heat all around the house. I've had a long day, I can't put up with your begging."

Alhaitham blinks, knowing what's coming but begging it to not be true. Kaveh crosses over to the dining table, bends down, and ties the lead around one of the heavy legs. Then, he returns to Alhaitham's side, grinning.

"Got something to say, Hayi?"

"Kaveh, please -,"

"Aghh," he sucks the air between his teeth, scowling. "I was really hoping, for your sake...,"

Kaveh reaches into his pocket and slowly produces two items, dangling them in front of his face. A pair of rope cuffs, and a...

"Ballgag. Handcuffs. Those should allow me to have a peaceful evening of looking over some client briefs without having to worry about a needy pup humping my leg, right?"

When he's finished tightening the cuffs behind his back, such strong rope that any attempt to wiggle out of them would only result in burn on Alhaitham's wrists, Kaveh pats one cheek condescendingly before placing the gag into his mouth. Alhaitham struggles against it, but Kaveh is a pro, his fingers quick and skilled at fastening the clip around his head, his eyes glimmering with satisfaction.

"Now," he chuckles to himself, stepping back to admire his work. Alhaitham's vocalising comes out as nothing more than faint muffles and the sound of air sucking and pushing through the small ventilation holes in the ball. Kaveh cocks his head for a second. "I have to go get my Kamera. Document what a pathetic little slut you are."

(end)

[miscreantahead]

Tbh I've seen a LOT of people saying they don't think Chester and Norris are Jon and Martin in any way but the way I see it the other possibilities just don't make sense with what we have. (Not talking to people who just don't want it to be them because I see your point there but... well anyway.) Possibilities I've considered are as follows, let me know if there's some other thing I didn't think of:

They're completely unrelated to Jon or Martin and Alex and Jonny are just using their voices for new "characters". The reason I don't believe this at all is simple: is because it feels cheap and like a bad storytelling decision, and that may be a matter of opinion but I've listened to enough Q&A's between the two of them to feel like they wouldn't go that route. I could absolutely accept this if they were on a constrained budget and short on VA's, but the kickstarter suggests otherwise. I'm not saying they couldn't have cameos were Jon and Martin not in this, but large cryptic parts after the ambiguity of what happens to these two at the end of TMA would be a tasteless bait and switch that I feel like I trust them not to do. I'm using my Reasonable Typing Voice but I honestly think this take is borderline impossible and it would blow me away if this was the case.

2 is under the cut.

2. Something else simply pulled their voices from all of the statements they read that the web collected and is imitating them while reading new material. This one is *possible* but still feels entirely unlikely but the why is more complicated so I'm going to break down why this doesn't add up to me:

• The cases are being read by something sentient enough to understand and apply strong emotional tone to the human "speech" in each case. The contrast of the introductions and headers/filing information makes this even more apparent which suggests it was a conscious decision (blatantly, IMO, and after an explanation was provided for all the statements sounding like the same writing style in TMA, I'd be extremely surprised if this had no bearing on the narrative and is just a choice of execution.). So there's no way this is just a computer program, even if it's influenced by beholding, we know from TMA that beholding doesn't have that kind of understanding of human emotion either. Something with a deeper understanding of language and humanity than a computer program could have is reading these. Unless they're actually taking us down a sentient AI route, but that seems unlikely. So it has to be something in some way human.

• We consider it could just be Freddy (I forget how it's actually spelled, FR3-DI?) using their voices and that Freddy is the individual in question with human level sentience, but I have no explanation for why it would use their voices separately, why it wouldn't include others who read statements like Melanie, Basira, Tim, Daisy, etc. Yes, there's still Augustus, but that can only cover one of the other characters who read statements, and only Jon and Martin read a significant enough amount of them to set themselves aside from the others who read. The ONLY thing that would make this theory work for me is if Augustus turned out to be Gertrude, and honestly I wouldn't put it past Alice, trans legend, to call a quite seemingly older woman's voice by a masculine sounding name just for the hell of it. But, again, seems unlikely.

• We could consider that they are to only some small degree themselves, but they've lost a significant enough portion that they aren't truly, and are simply extensions of this universe's "Eye" (saying eye because I think the motivation would still have to be voyeuristic to bother?), to the point where who they used to be won't even be a concern. But this one is still challenged by the first bullet to some degree, I think. This one is possible, albeit a little boring in my opinion.

I'm willing to accept that none of the characters we know and love will truly be present in this new narrative. I actually went into it with that expectation and was jump-scared by AJN's voice 10 minutes into the first episode. But with everything in episodes 1 and 2, I don't think it's far-fetched at all to hope we're going to get some jmart again (I think the other direction is more far-fetched). I do think it's perfectly likely it's going to be miserable and painful the whole fucking time, though.

[rae-pottah]

Don't Trust a Malfoy (pt. 2)

Fandom: Take a guess (Harry Potter)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Malfoy!Reader

Y/n = your name

Warnings: they/them pronouns, trauma, bad parenting, (your probably used to both if you're reading this) ( that was a joke don't take offense), events are taken out of order from the story, shitty writing. Some People Live (Lemme know if I missed anything)

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*Y/n POV*

As terrified as I was I grabbed on to the portkey, We spun and spun until we fell to the ground with a harsh thud. We looked around to find a large, short man with a walking stick in front of a dirty bricked part of a building with a rusted balcony.

"Get up, lets go" the man says and I realize I recognize him when I look at his face,

"That's-"

"yep-" Harry exhales, walking around me, I walk as slow as i can into the building and to the kitchen, behind everyone else. They know they, they love them, they're a family. I'm not part of that.

Walking into the kitchen they all hug Mrs. and Mr. Weasley. I stand straight in the door frame, hands to my sides.

"It's inappropriate to pick your fingers when you meet someone" my mother's voice rang in my head

"And this must be your friend, whats our name dear, Dumbledore left that part out" Sirius asked

"That's Y/N, That is. Isn't it?" Mr. Weasley looks at the twins

"Yes sir, its a pleasure to meet you all" I say shakily with a nervous smile, surprised and scared he knew who I was

"well, let's eat." Sirius patted my shoulder, I felt I knew Sirius from how much the little fourth year had talked about him, I wished to be like him, to have the courage to leave my family, there was one mistake he made though I knew I never could.

We all talked and talked, me and the twins kept pushing each other around and eventually Fred let out a

"I'll get you back for that Malfoy" I laughed because I thought everything was fine until the room stopped

"What about a Malfoy?" Mr. Weasley asked seeming confused

"M-me, I- I'm Y/n Malfoy" I said nearly with tears in my eyes, hoping they wouldn't hate me too

"ah- um, what- what house are you in?" Mr. Weasley asked, Sirius just looked at me with a Serious and scared face, the fact that a Malfoy knew where he was.

"G-Gryffindor, sir" I said quietly

"And your family? What would you te-" Sirius starts

"That's. enough." Fred stopped Sirius's words "Their family isn't a subject we touch." He stopped the conversation and grabbed my hand under the table, as I looked down a tear fell straight into my lap.

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After we were all done eating, it was time for some important information exchange.

"Darling, um would you mind stepping out while we- talk about some things"

"Of course, apologies, I'm sure I'll find something to look at" I laugh quietly all of the adults giving me a small smile

"Y/n stays." Fred and George say at the same time

"This is a family matter" Sirius stares at them plainly

"That's why they stay." Harry let's out loudly, Sirius turns to him in shock while I look at him in amazement another tear finds it's way down my face

"I-its quite alright I can-" I get cut off by Sirius

"If he feels that strongly about it, I trust his judgement. If you have anything you're willing to add we will take it into account" while looking at me

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I gave them all the information I had and they let me listen to what they were planning, the trust they put in me making my heart swell

But as time went by, we had to go back to hogwarts.

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Part 3

[hisbutler-problematic]

Same anon as the huge ass ask from before lol - 🔮

Oh, I definitely agree that in some ways R!Ciel was even more 'careful' with O!Ciel than the adults, but I feel like it manifested in different ways? Vincent and Rachel wouldn't be against O!Ciel making a name for himself away from the estate since that's what tends to be expected from a 2nd son anyway, but I don't see them having a lot of faith in him as the Earl and, by extension, the Guard Dog (again, not completely baseless given his sickness but going to affect a kid anyway). While R!Ciel I see as the type who'd say O!Ciel could do it, but of course "together with him, side by side". Although both ways ultimately feed into the idea of "unworthy to be Earl spare in the original's shadow", you know?

I remember reading the fic "Prepositions" if I remember correctly and there was a chapter where Sebastian was thinking about O!Ciel's past and the twin situation, referring to R!Ciel as "the spare he never wanted". I remember thinking Yes Yes this is it, because Sebastian's toxic ass is, imo, the first person to give such razor sharp focus to O!Ciel and not his brother. I doubt R!Ciel crossed his mind much before circumstances forced him to think about him again. Too busy becoming obsessed with the walking contradiction that is [Blank] Phantomhive.

Going from this I tend to wonder how things would have gone had O!Ciel been taken out of the cage first? I honestly do not know if R!Ciel would have managed to summon Sebastian himself. He seemed more hopeful, even if fakely so, compared to O!Ciel who spat on God's name directly (which also is quite interesting given that O!Ciel's always been featured as softer in their past while R!Ciel had the more bone chilling moments). And even if let's say he did manage to do it, would he and Sebastian ever become as enraptured (not the most canon accurate term, but close enough to obsessed) with each other as Sebaciel?

R!Ciel, at least, I see as less willing to get over Sebastian eating his brother's soul. It would probably show a lot in their interaction. He might even put more emphasis on the master-servant status difference between them. In the end though, he might become disgustingly intrigued by Sebastian at least.

In regards to Sebastian, a big factor in his and O!Ciel's bond imo is that they both started by "faking it 'till they make it". They are hugely responsible for shaping one another's persona and that element would bs missed to an extent in this scenario. Sure, Sebastian could still tutor him, but they wouldn't be together on quite the conspiracy Sebaciel have in canon with their fake identities. On the other hand though, seeing R!Ciel's "hard core" moments could be entertaining for Sebastian as well.

Long story short, does this mean Sebastian fits the trope "evil (supernatural) bad boy pays attention only to little old me forever ignored and in the background"? The jury is still out on this one.

hello and welcome back, anon, who is the love of my life

i think we’re kind of saying the same things and are generally in agreement but tbh i love putting this story under the microscope SO i will just (lmao “just”) add some (lol “some”) thoughts

i agree that rachel and vincent didn’t seem to even consider o!ciel as a possible heir. like even if they’re willing to let him strike out on his own, far away in london, they DEFINITELY do not see him as a candidate to be the Queen’s Watchdog. we’re shown that, while the twins do have some lessons together, r!ciel had lessons that o!ciel did not (im pretty sure there’s an implication that o!ciel didn’t take sword classes from the marchioness, but i could be wrong. either way there were still other lessons they didn’t share but i’d have to go back and check to know which lesson it was, exactly). for the time period, i could see this as being a normal thing, especially since second sons generally were considered spares (not going to inherent anything, aren’t the ones expected to carry on the family names, etc etc) EXCEPT when have the phantomhives done anything as it would “normally” be done. tbh i could see it being common practice in the phantomhive household that EVERYONE is taught what needs to be known to be the Phantomhive Earl because they know it’s a dangerous role to play. from vincent’s conversation with francis and francis’ skills in fighting, i think it’s safe to assume she was also brought up and prepared to take the mantle, should need be (and we know that there HAVE been female Phantomhive Watchdogs, so it’s completely plausible). my main point being: o!ciel probably would have been brought up the exact same way as r!ciel if they hadn’t already written him off

you are ABSOLUTELY correct about r!ciel seeing o!ciel as capable but in a “lets do it together!” way (probably with the unsaid “then i can cover for him if ever his sickness gets in the way”). but also i don’t think it’s purely “he thinks o!ciel could do it, if they do it together” i think on some level, for r!ciel, they HAVE to do it together. tbh might be less of “o!ciel could do it, if we did it together” and more “i can’t do it, if we don’t do it together”. he needs his brother. and we can see that in the way he’s absolutely devastated by o!ciel saying he’s going to leave

(it does make me wonder why he’s so so clingy tho. my current theory is that he grew up with the role of “Oldest Brother” being beat into his head so much that he doesn’t know who he is without o!ciel, without being the older brother. (which was probably made worse by o!ciel being sickly, both because now there’s the idea of “you have to Take Care Of your younger brother” and the added pressure of being the one and only Phantomhive Heir and added pressure there, because he can’t mess up because o!ciel can’t take over))

all of which, of course, o!ciel cannot see. instead, from his point of view, this is just more “unworthy spare” rhetoric

and like. okay so i never read the fic you’re referencing, but there’s something there. something that’s been kind of been cooking in my brain, about o!ciel’s thoughts/attitude about his brother and their relationship. of course he loves his brother, who is his protector and clearly cares so much about him, but i think he’s less. obsessed(? i don’t know if that’s the word i want to use but i can’t think of a better one) with his brother, than his brother is with him. and i don’t know if he resents his brother specifically, but he definitely has some resentment. it’s because of his older brother, who is way more perfect than him in every way, that o!ciel is a spare—and to such an extent. he admires his brother and he only thinks it’s natural, which is why i think he doesn’t blame his brother (and plays into why he goes SO pissed when r!ciel just shows up and steals his spot, after o!ciel put in so much work (was the one to put in the work) to earn (rightfully, too) the title)

but o!ciel is also amazingly full of contradictions and i think there was also a part of him that thought that without his brother, he would no longer be the “spare”. that’s probably why he wanted to move to london: to be away from his brother and prove himself capable (hence being pissed when he DOES prove himself and then r!ciel shows up to mess that all up)

which, listen, i’m not going to pretend i know how twins work (or even that all twins have the same relationship) but there really is something to be said about growing up side by side with someone from birth

BUT THEN comes sebastian who adores adores adores o!ciel. and not in the way his brother did. nor is it in the way anyone else (lizzie, his parents, etc) ever has. o!ciel has been told and shown all his life that r!ciel is perfect and preferred. r!ciel is the ideal and o!ciel is just there (he was undeniably loved, but he was also undeniably the spare). to the point that it’s obvious to o!ciel that r!ciel is the one that should have been the one to live. that r!ciel is more perfect and deserving, that it would have been better if o!ciel had been the one to die instead.

and in comes a demon who says he sacrificed his brother (he would never do that, he loves his brother!) (isn’t that what he wanted to do, in essence, on some level, by leaving r!ciel behind?), a demon who speaks as if this is something to be admired, to be praised (has o!ciel ever really, truly been praised?), a demon who o!ciel effortlessly enraptures by being himself.

(and the way that what enraptures sebastian first, what is that first spark of interest, is the way o!ciel goes about negotiating their contract, with o!ciel treating it like a chess game–the only thing he has ever been better than r!ciel at)

this is probably the first time in o!ciel’s life that anyone has loved him for him, who hasn't seen him as an extension of r!ciel (or the defective byproduct of r!ciel), who he can truly, truly be himself around (and, this is complete speculation here, but i wonder if he’s ever even had that before–if he was held back from doing things, or expected to behave a certain way, because he’s the second son, because he’s sickly). who loves him not in spite of his negative traits but because of them.

and the thing is: r!ciel never would have been able to pull this off. if he had been able to summon sebastian (and i doubt he would have; where o!ciel became infuriated when r!ciel was killed, r!ciel would have instead been devastated if o!ciel had been killed) (touching on the “he seemed more hopeful, even if fakely so” thing, he was probably being hopeful for o!ciel, forcing himself to stay positive for his younger brother, unwilling to believe that anything would happen to o!ciel. going off this assumption, if o!ciel had been taken out of the cage first, i think his death would have destroyed r!ciel, his whole foundation for his forced hope gone from beneath him. yes, we have seen r!ciel behave more bone chillingly and o!ciel more softly (and how much of that was expectation?), but there’s something about the way r!ciel’s evilness(? NOT the word im looking for but idk how else to put it) manifests–it’s a sharp, sudden thing. there’s no sustainability to it. o!ciel–who has been cast aside again and again, who has buried resentment, who is constantly, constantly comparing himself to the omnipresence that is his brother and is always, always finding himself falling short–has a capacity for loathing that his brother simply does not)

anyway, back to what i was saying, if r!ciel had been able to summon sebastian, sebastian would not have found him nearly as enthralling. sebastian might find r!ciel interesting. r!ciel is clever and is not afraid of maliciousness or cruelty. the fact that hes so young and able to be clever and cruel would be a curiosity. but he’d just be another human to sebastian. sebastian is used to death → anger → revenge. literally a cycle he sees like three times a month. r!ciel doesn't seem like he has the capability to hold the same depth of hatred as o!ciel. i feel like, where o!ciel said he is going to go on and make a name for himself, make those who targeted his family members come to him, r!ciel would demand sebastian finds who is to blame and take him to them (r!ciel would still want to kill them himself tho lol)

(what i wonder is if r!ciel would also want to avoid taking “innocent” lives, or if he would be willing to kill whoever to get to who he wants to.)

this is, of course, if r!ciel could even forgive sebastian for taking his brother’s soul. if he could find it within himself to work with sebastian for the sake of revenge. which i don't think he could, so there’s the second reason r!ciel never would have landed himself a sexy demon butler. not that he would care how sexy the butler is because he would hate sebastian on principle. r!ciel would have the relationship with sebastian that o!ciel likes to pretend they have: to r!ciel, sebastian would be no more than a tool. a means to an end.

BUT im so glad you brought up treatment of servants (you didn’t, im extrapolating) bc i am going to take this opportunity to mention what is SUCH an important fact to me, which is that o!ciel treats his staff SO WELL i love all the little hints throughout the story that add up to the obvious picture that o!ciel is the best among the nobility in terms of how he treats his staff

anyway.

all this is to say, on a fundamental personality level, they’re already not working out. like, okay sure, sebastian might find it neato that r!ciel is suuuuper willing to just stab a dude. r!ciel might appreciate how efficient sebastian is about taking care of business. personally, i don’t think they’d even be together long enough to develop a relationship (as im convinced r!ciel wouldn’t play the slow game o!ciel does), but even if they were, i don’t see their relationship developing beyond being a tool/meal to the other. o!ciel’s upbringing is so inherent to sebaciel’s obsession with each other: on o!ciel’s side, sebastian is the first person to see him purely for him; on sebastian’s side, o!ciel is so so so complex in a way that is so perfectly intriguing to sebastian, and it’s a result of the way o!ciel’s been treated his whole life and how he’s internalized it and the way it now manifests.

[ghostaholics]

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Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader Warning(s): angst; lots of religious imagery (e.g. Christianity/Dante's Inferno references) that has no real purpose except for the drama™; heavy pining that is not resolved in this A/N: idk what I was shooting for but here is a vague short drabble about our fav

ᴍᴏɴʀᴏᴠɪᴀ, ʟɪʙᴇʀɪᴀ

… where violence is in spades and it’s been colossal disappointment and fallen bodies all the way through. It's in the wake of a string of failed missions due to factors beyond his control, and you know that he'll hold himself accountable even if the blame doesn't deserve to be placed on his shoulders.

"You gonna quit on me?" Simon asks.

A response that is plain and simple: “Never.” Even anything that comes after that.

"And you’re sure you want to do this?"

"Of course."

It's blind faith. I'd follow you to hell, to anywhere – condemn myself for you, burn and rot away in perdition for you; the seventh circle is reserved for bad people like us. There's nothing except an eternal sentence made up of fire and brimstone and a river that runs blood-red with sin, but if you're there, I promise it won't feel long enough to me.

(Maybe we’ll finally be able to rest.)

"Don't die on me, then," he says, always a wry sense of humor. “You know I’d hate to lose you.”

You try not read too much into it. The ugly thought has taken root and entrenched itself anyway, turning into something terrible and out of reach.

"Wouldn't dream of it,” you breathe out.

(But, if —)

The realization creeps up silently. It deserves to stay buried in the cold and bitter earth with the rest of your past skeletons.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. They could put me six feet under to keep me away; let them. I'd still crawl out of my grave on my hands and knees – torched, splintered, carved (wounds and scars and all) – if it meant coming back to you. God help anyone who tries to stop me. I have killed a thousand men. I would kill a thousand more for you, again and again.

“Stay close.”

Always.

[paradoxcase]

@korla-the-kenku:

As yet unsent is the short story that takes place in the middle of the book

Oh, is this going to explain what Camilla and Corona and Judith were doing on that random planet?

@wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess:

So it’s implied I think that Pyrrha always made sure her eyes were not seen when she took over Gideon’s body. For example, when she was dallying with Wake-in-Cytherea, she never turned around to face Harrow…

Sure, but Harrow spoke face-to-face with both of them during and after the incinerator incident, and she would have noticed if their eyes had changed, wouldn't she?

@eye-lantern:

I think the packet Pyrrah mention is the one with the cigarets. There is a theory about Gideon not smoking, and that every time he does, it's Pyrrah. It would explain his nod after the diner where he got exploded.

That would make sense based on the fact that Pyrrha was the one who smoked, but I don't think there's enough information right now to say that Pyrrha would have done that little nod but Gideon wouldn't have. Like, I don't know. Gideon was only around for this one book, and for the most part we don't know for sure which things they did were him and which were Pyrrha, and for most of the book they were acting under orders from John anyway, and they both seem like they'd kind of be don't-rock-the-boat kind of people. I'm assuming Pyrrha gets more development in the next book, but do we ever get a good sense of what kind of person Gideon was? And if that was Pyrrha, then I think the other Lyctors would definitely have noticed the eye color change if there was one

@wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess:

The passage about the fight between little Gideon and little Harrow reminds me how, despite how unlikeable Harrow is in Gideon, how miserable her life has to be to contemplate suicide at ten years old. :-(

Yeah. And the way Gideon is talking about it there, it sounds like maybe she is feeling guilty that she might have made Harrow feel that way because of what she said

I THINK the bit at the end with Harrow in the tomb is intended to imply she is putting herself in the same place where Gideon spent time in her mind. And she knows the magazine isn’t real because she knew the mags Gideon got. She talked at one point about them being really bad. Methinks she protests too much :-p

Why would the Tomb feature in this fantasy, then? Or is it just sort of the implication that Gideon hanging out in her head for the whole book added some stuff to Harrow's mental space, or something like that?

@racefortheironthrone:

@wellhappybirthdaytomeiguess Regarding the magazines, I've seen a couple different theories, all involving Harrow secretly perusing them under the guise of some official function: one theory is that Gideon was getting the mags via tampering with requisition letters and that Harrow was aware of it and signed off of the titles anyway, another theory is that Harrow regularly searched Gideon's cell and would just "confiscate" the stuff under her mattress, etc.

A+ theories, I love it

@wandering-minx:

Re John's eye color in the 21st century. It actually has an explanation in Nona. Re: Harrow's knowledge on dirty magazines there is a theory about how she could have this knowledge but it deals with spoilers from "The Unwanted Guest" short story to be read after Nona.

Ok, cool, I'll be interested to get to that

@eye-lantern:

Also yeah the dramatis personae from Nona is the key change that while it is still the same song, you are going to see a lot of new things

I can't wait for this, either. I know I've seen a few different names that looked BOE-like, but the only specific one I can remember right now is Hot Sauce

[atwooozi]

gojo x oc

Chapter 4: Names

summary: Ai is struggling with the early hour to follow Gojo's schedule for a profile on him. Despite her fatigue, she prepares herself meticulously and heads to the Mappa studio with her team. On set, they navigate strict rules and encounter Gojo's vibrant personality. Gojo's playful teasing and Ai's determination set the tone for an interesting day ahead as they prepare to document the lively and chaotic environment of the Jujutsu Kaisen production.

genre: modern AU, slice of life, comedy, eventual romance, eventual smut, some angst

A/N: I might post a playlist to go along with this fic but until then I always think of the song Crazy Crazy by Yasutaka Nakata when I look over this chapter. It's so fun and energetic. I feel like j-dance/pop, future funk, and city pop are the vibes I get when I write this fic.

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Somehow Ai woke up at three in the morning. It was only because she set her alarm that early. She had to, if she didn’t she probably would’ve slept late into the morning. According to Gojo's schedule as provided by Ijichi, he arrived on set for hair and makeup at five, unlike yesterday. They were on a tight schedule due to some reshoots for the second season of Jujutsu Kaisen and you could most definitely feel the stress that lingered in the air because of it.

It wasn’t so bad as Ai was used to keeping all sorts of odd hours due to her assignments, but that typically meant staying up later, not waking up with the goddamn birds. It would be difficult, but she would adjust. She always did. 

Ai made her way to the bathroom and when she looked in the mirror she could see the lack of sleep etched all over her face. Her hair looked a mess, her skin dull, and her under-eyes looked about as dark as Junpei's if not darker. As much as she wanted to fret over her appearance she didn't have time. She needed to shower and make herself look presentable before she had to meet with Gojo on set. 

Being an interviewer or journalist didn't necessarily require wearing workwear while on assignment but Ai couldn't help but dress a bit more professionally. She imagined that it was something she picked up while shadowing her now coworker Nanami Kento when she first joined Hollow magazine. It was one of the things she admired about him. He was always so professional and people treated him with a level of respect that she longed for. 

Ai blow-dried and straightened her dark, blunt-cut hair before putting on some light makeup. A bit more extra care went around her eyes to not give away how tired she was and she finished it all off with a clear gloss. Ai wore a black A-line mini dress coupled with a white button-up, black tights, and her favorite black slingback pumps. Although she was wearing heels they weren't so tall that if she needed to chase after Gojo she wouldn't fall over, but at the same time, they were tall enough to give her short stature a little boost. 

Ai quickly made her way down to the lobby and tried to blink the sleep out of her eyes as she made her way toward the door. Geto and Junpei arrived shortly after Ai had already gotten there. 

“Early riser, Amada-san?” Geto asked, trying to stifle a yawn. 

Ai shook her head. “Hardly.” 

Junpei did his best to appear awake and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “The car should be here shortly,” He mumbled. 

Junpei was right, the car took only minutes to pick up the three before heading to the Mappa studio lot. The ride itself was quiet much to Ai's dismay. Normally, she would enjoy a peaceful ride, but given how early it was she was finding it incredibly hard to stay awake. She was hoping that Geto and Junpei's bickering would wake her up some, but the two hardly seemed to be cognizant of where they were. 

Once on set, the three were walked through by a production assistant to Gojo's dressing room. They were given only a few rules that they needed to follow. One, there are no outside cameras on set while shooting. Two, do not talk to director Gakuganji. And three, do not touch Itadori Yuuji’s lunch; he brings it from home. It all seemed simple enough. 

The production assistant unlocked Gojo's dressing room since he had yet to arrive. It was 4:30, after all. There wasn't much reason for the man to be here that early. It gave Ai and her little team some time to wake up a bit more and prep at the very least before he got there. 

“You wrote a story on Nobara, right, Amada-san?” Geto asked as he played with the settings on his camera. 

Ai nodded and did her best to keep from yawning. “...Mhm.” 

“Do you plan on saying hello to her since she's here?” 

Ai pursed her lips in thought. She typically didn't interact with many of her subjects once the interview process was over. Usually after finishing her article, she'd do some clarifications with the subject's team and that was that. At least, she received some thanks in her DMs and at most, she would be given a thank you card and some flowers. 

“I might say hi,” Ai said thoughtfully with a shrug.

 In the end, it all depended on whether Nobara wanted to say hi to her. Ai wasn't going to push anything on the poor girl. They were both here to work after all.  

“Good morning!” A loud voice came as Gojo burst through the door to his dressing room. 

Was that the only way he knew how to enter rooms?

The monolith of a man was only greeted with silence in return. Geto was still fiddling with his camera while Ai and Junpei were comparing notes from the day before, cross-checking some book titles that might be good to reference to help pad the article. 

“Uh…” Gojo scratched at his cheek as he looked between the three. “Hello?” 

“Quiet, Satoru,” Geto chided gently. “It's still too early for some.” 

Gojo groaned and hung his large arm over Geto's shoulder as he watched him play with his camera. “We haven't seen each other since Christmas and that's how you greet me? How cold .” Gojo sniffled. “...I thought we had something special, Sugu.” 

Was their relationship like that then?  

Ai and Junpei watched Gojo and Geto quietly. You could tell just by the way Gojo hung on to Geto that they were close. Although the two seemed to be equal parts stupid Ai couldn't imagine how they were able to put up with each other for so long. 

“Careful with what you say, you're on the record ,Satoru,” Geto warned as he looked over at Ai and Junpei. “Besides, we saw each other yesterday, remember?” 

Gojo followed Geto’s line of sight and flashed Ai and Junpei a dazzling smile. It felt much too bright for this early in the morning, though. “Strike that from the record, please!” 

Ai blinked at the man. “I'll think about it.” 

Gojo shrugged while Geto looked like he had more to say. “Whatever.” The taller man mused as he sat himself down in his makeup chair, waiting for his vanity team to come. 

Ijichi cleared his throat, bringing attention to himself. Had he been there the whole time? Ai couldn’t be sure if she was just so tired that she didn’t notice him or if Gojo’s presence was just that immense when he stepped into the room.  

“Gojo-san has quite a tight schedule today that is subject to change.” Ijichi pushed up his glasses as he continued. “On behalf of the production and Gojo-san’s team, we ask you don't delay him too much since it will put the whole project behind.” Ijichi bowed low as he finished. 

Ai nodded. “We'll do our best not to get in the way. Thank you, Ijichi-san.” 

Gojo waved his hand in the air. “Ijichi, you worry too much.” He leaned his head back and stared up at Ai with his crystalline eyes. “They can't have a show without Gojo Satoru, so if Gojo is not there there's no show.” 

“Do you refer to yourself in the third person a lot, Gojo-san, or is this a new thing you’re starting?” Ai asked as she stared back at him. 

Gojo grinned and shrugged playfully. “No, Gojo is only trying it for today.” He sat up and turned himself in his chair to look at Ai more directly. “Do you think it suits him?” 

“No,” The rest of the room said in unison. 

Gojo chuckled and put a finger to his lips in a kiddish manner. “Oh…” 

While the morning started quite sluggish it didn’t remain that way for long. Soon Gojo’s hair and makeup team had taken over the large dressing room, making it rather cramped. Not only that but writers would come in and out to discuss last-minute script changes with the man. 

If any of it seemed to bother him it didn’t register at all. If anything all the excitement just seemed to pep the hyper man up even more. 

“Hey, idiot!” A familiar feminine voice called, causing Junpei and Ai to look to see who it was. “Did you see the script changes?”  

It was Nobara. Most people on the set kept it rather lax as they worked. Ai couldn’t tell if that was exactly a good or bad thing given how tense people behind the camera seemed. 

When Ai was doing her report on Nobara the production for Jujutsu Kaisen had stopped briefly. Ai had spent most of her time with Nobara while she attended fashion week and would meet at quiet cafes to conduct interviews. Seeing her in this busy setting seemed more fitting for the girl. The fire that the actress possessed fit the chaotic energy of the set.   

“Can’t you call me something nicer like ‘cool guy Gojo’ or ‘worldwide handsome Gojo’?” Gojo complained as he thumbed through the new script, pen in hand. 

“I prefer idiot,” Nobara said as she rested her hands on her hips. “It rolls off the tongue easier.” 

Ai giggled at the short exchange, causing Nobara to look her way. “Amada-san?” 

“Morning Kugisaki.” Ai stood up and bowed her head to the caramel-haired girl. “This is my kouhai, Yoshino-kun, and this is our photographer, Geto Suguru”   

Junpei quickly stood up and bowed to Nobara. “Nice to meet you, Kugisaki-san.” 

Nobara smiled at Ai. “I read your article, it was good.” She tucked her hair behind her ear. “You stuck with this guy?” She asked as she pointed her chin at Gojo.

“We're doing a profile on him.” 

Nobara gave Ai and Junpei a sympathetic look. “Well, good luck.”

Geto narrowed his eyes at the girl. “What about me?”

Nobara pursed her lips as she looked at Geto. “Any friend of this one,” She said as she tilted her head towards Gojo, “Is a problem.”

“Who needs luck anyway, Suguru? I'm a gift,” Gojo smiled, batting his full snow-white lashes. 

Nobara rolled her eyes. “Yeah, good luck, Amada-san. Let's get dinner, Gojo’s treat!” She quickly turned on her heel to leave. “Make sure you learn your lines, idiot.” 

“Okay bye!” Gojo waved cheerfully as he watched Nobara leave. He didn't even seem to care that Nobara offered him up to pay for their potential dinner plans. 

“You seem to have a good relationship with the people on set, Gojo-san,” Ai stated as she jotted down some notes quickly. 

Gojo pursed his lips and shrugged. “Hmm…I guess, I wish she didn’t call me idiot, though.” 

Gojo glanced over at Ai. “You can call me Satoru, by the way," He smiled brightly as his makeup artist carefully placed his character’s signature blindfold over his eyes. As the makeup and hair session progressed, Gojo’s transformation into his character became more apparent. The blindfold added a mysterious allure to Gojo’s already charismatic demeanor. However, Ai would never admit to anyone that she found Gojo charming. Annoying, yes, but never charming. “Hearing Gojo-san all the time is gonna drive me crazy.” 

Ai gave Gojo’s comment some thought as she put her notebook away. “...I don't know, I think I like idiot,” She joked. 

Gojo pouted at Ai and despite his face being partially obscured she could almost picture the playful look in his eye. “If that’s how it’s gonna be I’m gonna call you shortstack.”

Ai was about to object when she heard Junpei chuckle beside her. Junpei’s reaction spurred Gojo on. “See? It’s good, he likes it.” 

It’s important to note that with Ai’s heels on she stands at a respectable 5’5”, however, without her heels, she sits right at 5’2”. While nothing is wrong with being 5’2”, being in a room surrounded by men that average 6 feet tall could be rather annoying. At this moment that unfortunately was the case.   

“If you don’t like that one I’ve thought of a few others,” Gojo said as he held up one of his large hands. “There’s my favorite, shortstack.” He tapped on his middle finger with his other hand. “There’s pipsqueak. That one might be better than shortstack.” He hummed as he moved to the next finger. “Shrimpy.” Gojo’s smile grew even wider as he looked Ai’s way. “Tiny.” The man started to chuckle himself before he said his final nickname. “Or bighead.” 

Bighead caused Geto to snort which earned him a glare from Ai. Geto bit his lower lip to try and compose himself when Ai looked his way. He utterly failed as she continued to stare him down, so as a cover, he started to take a few pictures. A very smooth move from the photographer for sure. 

“Bighead?” Ai blinked at the white-haired man. Her mouth hung open from shock. She knew she was short but no one had ever commented on her head before. 

“Yeah,” Gojo chuckled. “I like it. What do you think?” 

“I think you’re an idiot.” 

“And you’re a bighead.” 

Ai groaned internally. She supposed she couldn’t be too mad since she started it, but she just wished that Gojo didn’t get under her skin so easily. She was never going to get her story if all they were going to do was call each other names for the next few weeks. 

“Gojo-san, you’re needed on set!” An assistant called before running down the hall to most likely grab another actor. 

“Looks like that’s my cue,” Gojo said as he stood up and made his way out the door. He flashed Ai a big smile. “Don’t miss me too much, bighead!” He called as he left the dressing room. 

As the door closed behind Gojo, the atmosphere in the dressing room had shifted slightly. There was a moment of silence between the three as they mourned Ai's dignity.  

“...Do you think he can see with that on?” Junpei asked Ai quietly, breaking the awkward tension.  

Ai couldn’t help but chuckle at Junpei’s question. “Who knows,” she replied softly. “I don’t think normal rules apply to him.” 

“I suppose we should get ready to head to set as well,” Geto suggested. 

Junpei nodded in agreement, a look of determination crossing his face. “I’m ready.” 

With a final glance around the room, Ai gathered her belongings and led her team out of the dressing room, ready to face whatever awaited them on set. As they made their way down the hall, Ai couldn’t help but shake the feeling that today was going to be interesting. She supposed wherever Gojo went interesting things tended to follow.