#Please- I just watched it. I LOVE they’re dynamic and I IMMEDIATELY started thinking of Peppino and Anton sorta being like this

[whereismyhat5678]

I don’t know if anyone said this BUT IT’S GONNA EAT ME ALIVE IF I DON’T SAY IT-

I STRONGLY believe that Peppino and Anton have the relationship like Bob and Teddy from Bob’s Burgers (Peppino being Bob and Anton being Teddy)

WATCH THIS AND TELL ME THEY WOULDN’T ACT LIKE THIS- 💀💀

[pupyuj]

→ “nobody like you.” || nakamura kazuha x reader fic.

— a party gone wild and a kim chaewon out of control leads to the unraveling of a new side to kazuha that you have never seen before in your years of being a couple...

word count: 2.8k.

dynamic: dom!nakamura kazuha x sub!reader.

content warnings: smut, oral, cunnilingus, fingering, masturbation, faceriding, overstimulation, nipple play (kind of).

requested ? : yes!

a/n: wasn't sure what kind of story anon wanted for this request so i just went ahead and did what i felt was fitting! sorry this took so long anon omfg i'm kinda bad at this sdkhskhsdk...

if miyawaki sakura could ask people what they think of nakamura kazuha, she could probably guess their answer.

sweet, soft-spoken, kind, beautiful, talented… kazuha was every guy and girl’s dream partner, but she was taken. taken by the smart, funny, and charming (y/n) (l/n)—you—and together, you were the campus’ hottest couple. always the main topic of every conversation, and the two of you were the people that everybody wanted to attend huh yunjin’s end-of-the-summer pool party. and indeed, you did attend, and immediately people swarmed you as soon as you stepped a foot inside yunjin’s door.

it only snowballed from there. people were dragging you to every corner of yunjin’s house either for a drink, a chat, or to make you play a round of a stupid game. it wasn’t very rare for you to be bombarded by people considering you were popular and just a please to be around. you have gone to countless parties where literally everybody talked to you, and maybe it was all the alcohol she consumed but this time around, nakamura kazuha was not at all happy with all the attention you were getting. and that, in miyawaki sakura’s opinion, was some juicy news.

“what’re you staring at, gorgeous?”

huh yunjin has appeared, possibly to make sakura’s night worse or significantly better.

“i haven’t seen that look on zuha’s face before.” sakura said, eyes flickering back and forth between you, who was dancing with a few of the party-goers by the poolside with a drink in your hand, and kazuha, who was sitting on a reclined chair with her arms crossed and a frown on her face. she was eyeing you intently, her eyebrows deeply furrowed and brown eyes dark and, admittedly, a bit scary.

“well, shit. didn’t know she had it in her to get jealous like that.” yunjin nods, following sakura’s gaze on kazuha.

“can’t really blame her. everybody in this party of yours is in love with (y/n), they’re all practically trying to charm her over there,” sakura tilts her head to get a better view of your face from where she was standing. you can handle your alcohol well, so you weren’t the least bit tipsy. you just looked like you were genuinely having fun, twirling around people and laughing with them. and then… something makes sakura’s eye twitch. “oh no. things are about to get worse.” she muttered, shaking her head.

inside that little dancing circle was a wild kim chaewon, drunk out of her mind. she was dancing with you, maybe a little bit too close to your girlfriend’s liking. kazuha watched as chaewon took your hands and put them on her waist, putting her own around the back of your neck and started moving with you. of course, you were thinking that chaewon was just having fun like you were so you didn’t think anything of her suggestive eyes and the way she bit her lip while she swayed to the music with you.

kazuha shifted uncomfortably in her seat, briefly looking away from you and chaewon to take a sip of her drink. she didn’t like what she was feeling. chaewon was one of her best friends, one of the few people she trusted with her biggest secrets and her life, and kazuha obviously knew chaewon just had a little bit too much booze, and that you wouldn’t do anything to break her heart but she couldn’t help it. she should be the one dancing that close to you, she should be the only one looking at you like she wants to eat you up.

kazuha finishes her drink and steals another one from a guy who was walking by, immediately swallowing up all of the alcohol in the glass before starting to saunter towards the dancing circle. she keeps on stealing at least four other people’s drinks and finishing them in a split second, slowly losing her sobriety. eventually, she was stumbling into everybody until she made it in the circle. eyes glued onto your and chaewon’s figures, burning with both rage and lust.

sakura frantically shakes yunjin’s forearm, “control your girlfriend before kazuha drowns her in the pool.”

“chaewon’s not my girlfrie—”

“just fucking go, huh yunjin!”

before kazuha could do anything she doesn’t want to do to chaewon, yunjin swiftly swoops in and steals her away. now yunjin was dancing with chaewon, who immediately pulled her way too close for anybody’s comfort. you laughed at the sight, and then you grabbed by your girlfriend by the arm. her eyes were dazed, but you couldn’t see them as it was dark and only neon lights illuminated the place. you feel kazuha embrace you, putting her head on your shoulder and lazily dancing with you.

“hi, baby. i was starting to miss you.” you whispered in her ear, wrapping your arms around her waist and gently swaying her.

kazuha lifts her head from your shoulder, leaning dangerously close to your face, “didn’t think so. you looked busy with chaewon-unnie.” she says with a pout. and immediately, you figured out why kazuha had suddenly decided to drink so much. she was usually strict about her alcohol consumption, being friends with kim chaewon and huh yunjin required her to be after all. so, seeing her lose all that control and level-headedness just because she was jealous, well, you can’t say that it didn’t melt your heart.

“you know how unnie gets when she’s drunk,” you kiss kazuha’s lips briefly. she needed more. “she would never steal me away from you.”

“but these people would,” kazuha said, gesturing to everybody else in the circle. she glared at some guy behind you that had been staring at you for the longest time. “they look at you like you’re some… object they can take off my hands as soon as i lose interest, as if that’ll ever happen. don’t worry. i’ll show them wrong. we both will.”

and suddenly, kazuha was dragging you out of the circle and inside yunjin's massive house. the two of you passed by sakura, who merely waved as she watched you depart. you had to admit, you were getting excited for the night ahead. what could kazuha be planning for you after all that she’s seen? certainly not dinner in bed. not in the normal way, maybe. sex with kazuha has always been a bit… vanilla. not that you were complaining about it — however kazuha wanted to go about sex, that’s what you made yourself get used to. even if sometimes you just wanted her to go batshit crazy for once.

hopefully tonight’s the night.

kazuha tugs you inside the first room she comes across in the second level and immediately pins you against the door, lips crashing onto yours just as quickly. she could care less if this was yunjin’s room—based on the guitar in the corner, it probably was—she needed to teach all those creeps downstairs not to try and take what belonged to her.

“zuha… are you mad at me?” you asked while your girlfriend trailed wet, sloppy kisses down your neck.

“no, (y/n). those idiots are who i am mad at. not you, not even chaewon-unnie.” kazuha reassures you. she pulls off your robe, leaving you in your very eye-catching red bikini, and her hands start roaming all over your body. on a normal day, kazuha would have been handling you like you were made of glass, always careful not to bruise you or wound you, but this day has been anything but normal. so, kazuha’s touches were a little different; they were rough, desperate, and so hungry. she was groping your tits, slapping your ass, grabbing your jaw roughly to control the kiss… this was an entirely new side of kazuha that you were growing to like, really like.

she pulls on the ribbons that tied your bikini together, letting them fall to the ground and leaving you completely naked before her. kazuha has never before tried to be controlling of what you wore—she loved showing you off, anyway—but after seeing how everybody looked at you tonight, kazuha might just start telling you to start wearing full-body padded coats. but no, she wouldn’t actually do that. kazuha herself loved your body too much. every curve, every flaw, every scar… she could touch you forever, really. her kisses wander lower, from your collarbone, to your chest, to your stomach (where she left several hickies because she knows it was where people look at you the most), and finally, she reached your pussy, practically dripping.

“we’re gonna make them hear all the sounds only i can bring out of you, okay?”

kazuha lifts one leg over her shoulder, leaning closer and dragging her tongue along your slick folds. “oh… fuck…” your hands immediately find their place in her hair, tugging at it lightly as kazuha continues to give your pussy small kitten licks. kazuha has always been addicted to your taste. during the early year of your realtionship, and sometimes even now, there were many nights were kazuha fantasized about eating you out all day everyday… picturing you in her head with your legs spread open for her, dripping with cum because of her tongue. it always feels like the first time, too.

“zuha… get going already…” you were whining, patting your girlfriend’s head desperately. well, kazuha didn’t need to be told twice. she parts your folds with her thumbs and sucked on your throbbing clit, eliciting a loud moan that you didn’t care to suppress at all. “k-kazuha…! fuck!” your voice was the sweetest thing kazuha has heard, and you sounded best when you were screaming her name, and that was exactly was she was planning on doing all night.

you push kazuha’s head closer to your cunt, “good…! good, good… fuck, more..!” kazuha couldn’t help but smile. she sucks on your clit harder, watching as you threw your head back on the door and failed to cover up your sounds even when you’ve tried to clamp your mouth shut with your hand. she gives you a stern look whenever you did, giving you no choice but to put your both of your hands on her hair and let every noise be heard by everybody. kazuha gently takes your clit between her teeth, making your knees buckle and almost collapse on her but she kept you steady. “ahh..! shit, kazuha… babe, i— uhhm…!!” your nails dug into your girlfriend’s scalp as she continued to nibble on your clit, introducing you to a kind of pleasure that was both so overwhelming and so fantastic at the same time.

one flick of her tongue and you were falling apart — squirting all over kazuha’s mouth while she tried her best to simultaneously lap you up and keep you steady. “mhm, good job, (y/n).” kazuha gave your cunt one more kiss before standing back up. she tugs you along towards the bed, and you really did try your best to walk properly through that haze in your head. you watched as kazuha sat down on the soft mattress in front of you, pulling you close and placing a kiss on your tummy, “we’re gonna keep going.” she says.

you smiled at her, cupping her face in your hands and leaning down to kiss her, “whatever you want, angel.”

and then kazuha was laying down on the bed, beckoning you over with a single finger. “right here. on top.” she was saying, pointing at her face. you had to admit, you were taken aback. you have never once sat on kazuha’s face before nor have you ever suggested it to her. you simply didn’t think she was interested in it. she must really want to prove a point to everybody.

getting over your initial shock, you climbed on top of kazuha, giving her a brief kiss on the lips before settling yourself near her face. your knees planted on either side of her head, your pussy hovering slightly above her mouth. “z-zuha… are you sure ab— ahhn!” you gasped in pleasure, your entire body shuddering when kazuha suddenly grabbed your thighs and forced you down on her mouth. immediately, her tongue was deep inside your hole, pleasuring you in all the right spots. it didn’t take long for you get a hold of yourself and finally move, once again holding onto kazuha’s hair as you rocked your hips against her mouth.

you were moaning and howling her name, completely forgetting about the people that might hear you. you should have known riding your girlfriend’s mouth would feel this good.

“k-ka… ahh… zuha, baby… mhm!” she slaps your ass, urging you to go faster. and so you do! you clutched the bedsheets with one hand, your girlfriend’s head with the other, and bucked your hips faster and harder on your girlfriend’s mouth. little by little, you were losing yourself in pleasure again. kazuha was way too good with her mouth, and your clit was so sensitive that even when it was only brushing against her nose, it pushed you closer and closer to the edge. 

kazuha holds your thigh with a death grip, guing you as you eagerly rode her mouth in pursuit of another orgasm. she uses her free hand to reach down, slipping her fingers inside her own bikini and toying with her clit. you sounded so heavenly, and the sight of you playing with your nipple made it impossible for kazuha to resist anymore. she moaned in your cunt as she fingered herself to the sound of your voice. you had no idea she was doing this, being so occupied with your own pleasure.

“i’m c-coming.. baby, i’m— fuck!”

kazuha captures your clit in her lips again, making you scream and collapse forward. you held onto one of the pillows tightly, trying your hardest to not lose your head completely but goddamn, your girlfriend was quite literally going to drive you insane. kazuha thrusts her fingers inside herself faster, nearly the same pace you rode her mouth as if it was a strap, or her thigh. “z-zuha…? please, i can’t hold it…” you reached down from under yourself and put your hand on kazuha’s head again. closer and closer, it was getting harder trying to hold on. all it took from kazuha was another flick of her tongue and her teeth grazing your clit before you came with a long, blissful moan.

kazuha holds you down on her mouth, catching every drop of your cum and swallowing. her own moans were muffled by your cunt as she climaxed on her fingers, and you still had no idea. you were breathing heavily against the pillow that was soaked with drool and tears — you felt a good kind of devastated. see, you would never want to make kazuha feel like she wasn’t the most important person in the world to you but if she fucks you that good when she’s jealous…? you might try riling her up every now and down.

after a while, kazuha scoops you up in her arms, pressing your head against her chest. “sorry if i scared you.” she whispered against your forehead. she realizes now that she may have overreacted, as well as overdid it with you. “i trust you, (y/n). and i trust chaewon-unnie, too. i just…” she didn’t know how to explain herself. it wasn’t as simple as her being afraid that someone will just steal you away. it was much more complicated than that. so complicated that she couldn’t explain it.

“i know, baby,” you tilted your head up, looking at your beautiful girlfriend right in the eye. “but you should know that i would never trade you for anyone else. my heart is yours, there’s no one like you.”

and kazuha believed you with all her heart. you shared soft smiles and one small ‘i love you’s before the two of you fell asleep in each other’s arms. it should be noted that a certain huh yunjin and kim chaewon barged into the bedroom in a lip-lock but were shoo’d away by a half-awake kazuha, who glared at them and pulled your sleeping figure closer. yunjin and chaewon, what with both of them being drunk, were going to retaliate and confront kazuha about stealing their place until sakura grabbed them both by their ear and dragged them out of the room, telling them to ‘fornicate’ somewhere else.

sakura smiles at you and your girlfriend on the bed, but immediately sighs remembering the events from earlier. at least the situation was fixed! sakura was still surprised to know that kazuha had a side to her that was completely unknown, however. perhaps things really do change.

so now, if miyawaki sakura was instead asked what she thinks of kazuha, she’ll probably say fuck around and find out. the girl was full of surprises, apparently.

[poraphia]

"Once A Soot, Always A Soot."

Chapter 04 of "If You Look At Me, I'll Listen To You."

➵ PAIRING! clinic!villain!wilbur x hero!reader

➵ CREATING! 12.26.23 | 4103 words

➵ CONTAINING! the origin of how wilbur and reader met, child neglection, lovers to strangers angst, tommy being a clueless little soul

➵ SAYING! holy shit it actually pained me to write the last couple sentences of the chapter. i had so much fun writing this i immediately started working on chapter 6, and im also on the works of making the origin story of how they started dating so that’s going to be super fun :) message me if you’d like to be on my taglist for this series!

My masterlist :)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“You never told me you had a lifelong best friend!”

We both smiled, but Wil and I could see it in each others eyes.

It was much, much more than that..

“Wilbur..?”

My mind was racing a thousand thoughts, but all of them screamed the same coherent thought. My eyes lingered on that white streak in his hair. The same hair streak I saw when Siren was sitting right up close to me.

It was all the same.

The same jawline.

The same mop of hair.

The same sleek body shape.

It was all there and right in front of me.

“Hey.. Uh, didn’t expect to see you out so late.” Wil chuckled as he scratched the back of his neck. “Were you just heading in? Y’know the shop is closing in like an hour.”

Quick, think of an excuse.

“Oh, um— yeah. I had a late night and was just in the area so I— I decided to go here.” I stuttered out. Though it was messy explaining, it was believable. Wil stood there, seemingly a bit nervous as his hands wrapped around the strap of his bag.

“Ah, yeah, I get those too..”

The tension was thick and awkward. If I wanted to break out of this thoroughly, I’d have to go with my lie. Which also meant another minute with Wilbur.

Or shall I say—

Siren.

“I-I’ll be going in now..” I muttered.

“Oh— yeah, hold on let me get the door for you.” Wil jogged to the door before I could get there to hold the door generously. I muttered a quick thank you before being met with the familiar chimes of the cafe. There behind the counter was Tommy, who was just cleaning the counter.

Audibly, I could hear a groan erupt from Tom’s throat before I approached the counter. “Welcome to Puffy’s Cloudy Cafe what can I—” Tom turned around only to be met with my nervous expression and Wilbur behind me. “..Started for you. Hey, (y/n). What’re you..” He seemed to be trailing off as he maintained eye contact with the man behind me. He decided not to ask any questions.

“I’ll just have a flat white with two shots of espresso.” I dug into my bag and slid over $10 bucks. “Please.” Tommy nodded before taking the bill and stuffing it into the register. He proceeded to make my drink as I nervously moved side to side.

It felt like my heart was skipping beats. I thought these circumstances couldn’t get any worse. My childhood best friend, my first love, my ex, they’re all siren?! The dangerous man I see on the news near 24/7 terrorizing the city as he simply watches with a smirk on his face. It was all too overbearing to even think about.

“(y/n)?” Tommy snapped me out of my thoughts. I shook my head, realizing I was still at the counter.

“Thanks, Tom.” I hastily grabbed the cup of coffee before taking a seat. I took a minute to myself, just sitting there with no type of expression on my face. All of these thoughts, connections, drawn out lines, they were all finally aligning, and it was as if just like that..

I figured out the dynamic of the syndicate.

I rushed to open my phone, and as if my thumbs had a mind of their own, I began to jot down every thought that ran across my mind. I didn’t let one bit of information be forgotten. Everything was going to be written down and stored in my phone, and God forbid anybody knows this information until it was ready for the world.

In a way I felt like I betrayed the hero society and all of L’manburg, knowing that I’ve dated the one and only Siren. And not only that, I’ve been associated, with the founder of the Syndicate.

That’s right.

If Wilbur is Siren, then it would be a god damn miracle if Phil and Techno weren’t associated with the Syndicate.

I haven’t seen Phil and Techno in years as well, but based on what I knew growing up, whenever Wilbur, Techno, and I would play, Techno would always be training or practicing with blades. He was nothing but a God at swordsmanship.

Blades.

If Wilbur was Siren, then Techno had to be Blade! That would explain the dynamic between Blade and Siren whenever on the battlefield. They argued like brothers because they are brothers. Shit, there’s no way I’m figuring all of this shit out?!

My hand covered half of my face, and I almost had to stop myself from bursting out laughing. I was going insane because of this realization, and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take before this would drive me to the edge.

I couldn’t help but think about the past when I would spend nights sometimes at the Soot household. I remember the little lectures Phil would give Wilbur and me to keep the door open and if I was going to sleepover then Wil would have to sleep on the floor and I would sleep on the bed. That rule didn’t last long though. By the third time I was spending nights at their house, Phil would quietly creak open the door only to see Wil and I’s limbs tangled around each other like inseparable vines.

But these.. People.. Can’t be murderers. Can they..?

They raised me. They helped me understand the world better than any of my relatives could. They took me to the diner where I could eat tasty muffins— Hell, they were my family! But to be the leading members of the syndicate.. I..

“(y/n)? Are you okay?!”

The last thing I remember was clicking my phone off before dropping to the ground.

.

“Tommy, are you sure they’re going to be alright?!”

“Yes, Wil, stop being such a baby.”

Fuck.. What happened..?

My eyes fluttered open, only to meet the blaring ceiling lights flooding my vision. My back ached from lying on the stiff tile floor with only a towel to shield me from the dirty marble. My throat felt dry and my head was pounding.

“Where..” I rubbed my head as I used all of my strength to hoist myself up. “Where am I..?” I muttered hoarsely. Wilbur and Tom whipped their heads around, immediately their attention was on me.

“(y/n), fuck! You’re okay!” Wil cried. He was about to lunge at me for a hug, but the moment he raised his arms I flinched, making him back down on his actions immediately. His smile quickly faded before he glanced at Tom, who only thinned his lips in response. I looked at the two of them, a little uncomfortable at my given position now. Tommy was the first to speak up after the uncomfortable silence.

“You’re in Puffy’s Cafe right now. You fainted suddenly and you’ve been out for thirty minutes.” Tommy explained. “Are you okay?” I blinked a few times, and almost at an instant, all my memories came back.

The Soot family..

Fuck..

“Y-Yeah..” I lied through gritted teeth. “Yeah.. I’m just a little overworked I guess.” I looked down shielded my eyes from the light. I couldn’t stand to look at them anymore. Could I even trust them..? Be even in the presence of them, especially Wilbur?! I took a deep breath, biting my tongue before I could say anything I could regret. “I-I need to head home soon.. What time is it?” I asked. I watched Wil’s hand move to check his watch.

“..It’s around 11pm, which is like 30 minutes after closing.” Wilbur looked at me worriedly. “It’s dangerous to be out this late.”

“I-I live in West End which is like two hours from here..” I muttered. I could only imagine Wil’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Well that’s damn far..” Tommy thought to himself. “How about they stay at our place, eh?”

Immediately my head perked up, and I’m sure the expression of shock wasn’t hard to notice. The same expression reflected on Wilbur as well as we both stared at a blank faced Tommy.

“What?” Tom said. “You guys know each other, don’t you?” He sounded so clueless to Wil and I’s given relationship, I could almost feel bad for the boy. Wil and I looked at each other in confusion and distraught.

“I.. Uh..” Wilbur muttered. I could see he was regretting some choices as he frantically looked at me. His eyes were split between “Please ignore this dumb child” and “I’m embarrassing myself right now just being this close to you.”

“I guess I could stay.” I replied, blankly.

“What?” Wilbur said.

‘what’ was the right reaction, because what was I even saying?! Staying over at the Soots when I barely just realized that they are the Syndicate?! Maybe I was still dazed or hit my head too hard after I knocked out because honestly what the fuck was I even doing here being surrounded by.. By them?!

“Y-yeah..” I stuttered out. “I could stay. Plus it’s like what Tom said—” I turned over to look at Wilbur. “It wouldn’t be the first time.”

Wilbur looked like he was about to go on a rampage of words, but at the same, his throat prevented him from any sound coming out. So instead, he was stuck in this awkward pose of almost saying something but then saying nothing at all. Tom just shrugged before standing up.

“Well that makes things easier doesn’t it? Will doesn’t have to stress so much, and (y/n) can be somewhere safe for the night.” He said, dusting his hands off.

Yeah.. “safe.”

I stood up as well, removing the towel from the floor and handing the fabric to Tommy. Wil was still in shock. sitting as he stared blankly at the floor. “The house is just a train ride away, so it shouldn’t take so long. Maybe twenty minutes at max.” Tommy explained. “I’m going to put this away and lock up shop.” And with that, Tommy left Wil and I together .

Alone.

Siren

and me.

Wilbur stood up, brushing off his pants before looking at me. His glasses glistened under the beaming ceiling light, and his sleeves were rolled back to his elbows. He didn’t stand up straight, instead he had this sort of hunch posture, and was too mesmerized to correct it. I looked down, shifting my weight from left to right as we awkwardly stood in front of each other.

“So, uh..” I spoke. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been uh..” Wilbur scratched his head. “—Good. I’ve been doing good.”

Wow, this was extremely uncomfortable. As much as that clueless, gremlin child didn’t serve much of a purpose for me, right now would be a great time to come back.

“You look.. Really beautiful, by the way.” Wilbur quickly uttered out. I swiftly looked up, taken a little aback at his compliment. “I mean uh—! You look nice, (y/n)! You look.. Uh..” His face became a red mess. To save himself from anymore embarrassment he covered his hands with his lengthy fingers and looked away.

If I didn’t know any better, I wouldn’t believe this man was the same person that has killed thousands of people, much less a few dozen right in front of me.

Tommy returned from the backroom, holding the keys to the establishment. “Alright, you two,” he announced. “Let’s go.”

We all exited out of the building in silence with Tommy being the last so that he could lock the door closed. The three of us treaded in near silence with the midnight crickets and the hum of the streetlights to keep us company. Tommy walked between Wilbur and I, serving as our saving grace from anymore awkward tension. That was until Tommy started to ask questions about me.

“So, (y/n)..” Tommy dragged out.

“Yes, Tom?” I responded. I kept my head straight forward as we spoke.

“How do you know my buddy Wilbur over here? Since y’know, he decided not to tell me anything about y— ow!” Tommy was interrupted by a harsh shove served by Wil.

“Well I uh..” I peeked over to look at Wilbur, who still had that embarrassed look on his face. Only he looked more upset at Tommy than anything. His cheeks were still pink from the previous flush. “I-I’m comfortable telling the story, but only if Wil is.” I clarified. Tommy’s interest immediately turned toward me, no longer annoyed by Wilbur’s silent bullying. Wilbur perked his head up as well, his expression softening.

“I.. I’m okay with it.” Wil finally mumbled. I smiled a little before turning back to face forward.

“Then I guess we should start with how we met.”

I was 12 when I moved to South Bay with my aunt and uncle. After my family had suffered a tragic fate, I was given the choice to either live within the foster system or to reside with my closest relatives. Obviously, I chose my relatives. Though they were smiles and light-hearted jokes on the outside, they couldn’t care less that I was someone living under their roof. I was always given the leftover portions of their meals and never had anything to myself, but if I were to, it would’ve been a hand-me-down older than me or something they saw as useless. I was blessed enough to even have my own room, but even then, it felt so alone and cold.

After I turned 13 I thought of myself as “grown,” so I would often leave the house without telling my uncle or aunt, but even then, it was like they didn’t even care. I wasn’t lectured, I wasn’t taught any differently, I was simply just an accessory to the house. I remember vividly I wandered around the neighborhood as the sun was staring to set, and the streets were starting to quiet down. I wanted to spend that evening at the nearby park, swinging as I watched the sky turn orange and red.

When I made it to the park, there was only one family there. It was a father, and two boys who looked about the same age. Though neither of them look related in the slightest, they were close and bonded together as if they were. A panging feeling in my chest kind of stuck with me at the sight of them— a family so close together despite not being blood relative. And here I was, freely exploring the world with no parents to worry about me at home. Though it sounded like a damn blessing to other kids my age, I’ve never felt so.. Isolated.

I did my best to avoid where the family was and made a B-line to the swings. The two boys were playing around on the jungle gym as the man watched with a content smile on his face. I tried my best to ignore the sight, and instead focus on the sky, glowing in such warm colors.

I rocked back and forth, trying to swing as high as I can. Every time I would swing, my goal was to be able to touch the sky. A childish dream I had.

“Dad, who is that?” one of the boys asked while tugging at his father's sleeve.

The man looked over, a little surprised to see me. I pretended not to notice them talking about me and proceeded with my swinging.

“Hm, I don't know, Wil,” the dad said. I learned that the boy asking about me was named Wil.

“Can I play with them..?” he asked. Immediately I stopped swinging, dragging my feet into the mulch and looking at them. I don't know if I was scared, surprised, or excited that someone had finally noticed me. I'm sure the man saw the mix of feelings in my eyes too.

The man leaned down and talked softly to Wil before he nodded. Wil then walked toward me, and immediately I was freezing up. I gripped onto the swing chains tight as I could only watch in fear. Once Wil was in front of me, he smiled.

“Hi,” he greeted. “My name is Wilbur. What's your name?”

“(y-y/n)..” I stuttered. Wilbur nodded before pointing at the swing next to me.

“Can I swing with you?” he asked. It was an innocent offer, but something about it made me tear up. It was the first time anybody wanted to play with me.

“O-okay..” I nodded. “Do you want to know the game I'm playing?” I quietly asked. Wil nodded eagerly before hopping onto the swing.

Once I explained the game to him, we were having the time of our lives, swinging through the breezes while reaching our little hands to the sky. We were giggling, making it a little competition to see who could swinging the highest. And even when the sunset disappeared we were still reaching for the stars, and it took some lecturing from, who I learned to be, Phil, to get Wil finally off the swings.

“Where are your parents, little one?” Phil asked.

“I.. Um..” I fumbled for some sort of excuse. “My parents are here! They're just.. Shopping right now.” I pointed to the town just across the playground. “There.”

Though it looked as if Phil didn't buy it, he simply nodded, and wished me a goodnight and safety.

After that, it began routine to meet Wil at the playground with his family. We would make up games together and run around. Or sometimes, Wil and I would hide under the jungle gym and talk of stories and dreams. One day, I decided to have a private conversation with Phil on my living circumstances, ultimately asking if I could stay over at their place every once in a while. Phil being the caring man he is, agreed, which led to sleepovers and finally finding safety and comfort within a family.

Bringing myself back to the present, I sighed and looked over towards Wil and Tommy. Wil had a nostalgic smile on his face, as if he was also reliving those memories with me. Tom on the other hand, had a face of curiosity and surprise. Tom turned over to Wil and playfully nudged him on the shoulder.

“You never told me you have a lifelong best friend!” Tom exclaimed. Wil chuckled before ruffling the boy's hair.

“Well.. I mean yeah..” he sighed. Wil and I looked at each other. We both knew it was so much more than that.

We had finally made it the house. As it stood in all it's glory, it looked no different from what I remember. Tom and I walked inside as Wil locked the door behind us. It was definitely refurnished to match the wealth of their family.

Another clue as to them being the Syndicate.

Regardless, I took my shoes off and hung up my jacket. I turned to look at Wil, who looked like was thinking about something.

“Wilbur?” I called out. He shook his head and looked at me.

“S-sorry.. I was just thinking about where you're going to sleep. When Tom moved in he took the guest room— and I feel like it would be rude if I made you sleep in the living room—” Wil began to ramble but then paused before exhaling. He clasped his hands together and looked at me. “Are you.. Okay with sleeping in my room—? Not that I'll be in the room with you! I could sleep in the living room or with Tom or something..”

Wilbur's room..?

A jumble of memories began to flash all at once, and I was starting to feel lightheaded again. I quickly shook out of my thoughts before looking at Wil.

“Y-yeah.. Sure..” I replied softly. Tom had already headed upstairs for bed. I trailed behind Wil as he led me upstairs to his room, which if anything, I could've located on my own based on muscle memory.

Wilbur creaked the door open, and if anything, it was all exactly the same. A pile of clothes in one corner, a desk littered with papers with scribbled writing, and a guitar on the bedside.

“Wow,” I said out loud. Wil turned to look at me with slightly raised eyebrow. “it's almost as how I remember it..”

“Ah.. Yeah..” Wil nodded. He walked in and started to go through his drawers, fetching some spare clothes for me to wear. I circled around the room examining any crevice. I knew this was my opportunity to seize new evidence, but that child in me refused, and only wished for me to enjoy the moment.

“Here.” Wil handed me a pair of folded up sweats and a shirt for me to wear. After further examination, I realized that these were the pajamas I would often wear when coming over to their place back then: Wilbur's dark gray sweatpants and a large black graphic tee of our favorite anime.

“..Thank you.” I said to Wil. I looked up to face him. A melancholy smile rested on his face as that small tint of pink rested on his cheekbones. His brown eyes, though we were in a dimmed room, sparkled a bit with sincerity.

“Of course uh..” He stood there for a minute, staring at me, before he cleared his throat and headed out the door. “If you need me, I’ll be in Tom’s room which is just the next room to the left, okay?” He held onto the doorknob. “Goodnight, (y/n).”

“..Goodnight, Wilbur.” I replied, softly. He gave me one last look before closing the door shut.

I stood there with Wilbur’s clothes still in my hands.

My heart was pounding, and if anything, the room felt stuffy despite the A/C in Wil’s room being at a cool 69 degrees. I felt the butterflies fluttering in my stomach, and all they wanted was to escape far and away. I wasn’t sure if I was flustered or anxious being in this room again. Whatever it was, I desperately needed to pull myself together.

Siren is Wilbur.

And Wilbur is Siren.

But Wilbur also gave me these soft clothes to wear whenever I was too scared to sleep by myself.

And Wilbur, despite our final argument before we separated, still kept the clothes after all these years. I sighed before changing out of my clothes. As I did, I noticed that the more I looked around, there were still bits of me still left in his room.

On the wall, there was a band poster we got for free after a concert we went to together. On his nightstand was an action figure I bought for his birthday, and scattered around the room, there were small house plants I got for him throughout the years. After I fitted into the sweatpants perfectly, I walked over to his desk. In a little box there were pieces of ripped paper and different colored sticky notes. Curiously, I picked one of them up.

That's when my heart stopped.

Without realizing, tears were starting to form in my eyes, near clouding up my vision. My chest ached and my throat tightened up, as if my whole body was forcing down a loud sob.

“I love you, my honey voice :)” was written in my handwriting. On the next line was written in Wilbur���s handwriting.

“I love you more, my beautiful star.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

a / n ~ ouch the bittersweet angst was STINGING. notes of all kind are super duper appreciated! I am actually in love with this series, so its exciting to see other people also in love with the story :) spoiler for next chapter-- DELUSION AND SIREN ARE FINALLY FIGHTING RAGHHH

tagging ~ @listenheresweaty @joviepog @missy1138 @heartofwritiing @tiredandbisexual @themonsterunderurmom @ax-y10 @itstumblerwhyareyouangry @virusalex @meowm30ws

[demigodofhoolemere]

Things I can't stop thinking about from Steven and Vicki's Tales of the TARDIS episode

- This reunion. Seeing them together again kills me anyway, but when you look at the context of the last time they saw each other, both of them could have easily thought the other might be dead. The last Vicki saw of Steven he was bleeding out and slipping away from consciousness, and to Steven he woke up to learn that they'd left Vicki in a city that was being razed to the ground and its inhabitants slaughtered. There wasn’t a proper goodbye and neither could have known for sure whether the other had survived. These are two people who must have spent decades of their lives just hoping and praying that the other was okay.

They take each other's presence in like it’s a miracle. I don’t know if they intentionally wrote/acted this with that particular context of their last time together in mind, but nevertheless it can very easily be read that way since their reactions lend themselves to it so well.

- ^ In particular, Steven’s voice breaks in a way that absolutely destroys me.

- Is this girlish giggling not the most Vicki thing you’ve ever seen?

- There are certain moments that just really hit as, ‘This is them.’ I mean, look at her. That’s Vicki. It keeps blowing my mind.

- Steven is SO happy to see her again, oh my word. “I’ve got my little sister back!” is gonna live in my mind for the rest of my life. To have that dynamic acknowledged in those words and to see how much they love each other kills me. Look at this unreserved fluff. This means the world to me.

- Hearing that they’ve had wonderfully happy lives is so nice. Vicki could have been dealing with all kinds of turmoil given the time she chose to stay in, and with Steven’s luck he could have had literally anything happen to him, like Big Finish decided to do. I’m so glad they’ve been given full and happy lives onscreen, that Vicki has done so well in such a wildly different time and that Steven’s bad luck curse is finally broken. (The trauma curse is broken at least — it’s too much of a stretch for me to believe that he wouldn’t still have mundane bad luck lol.)

- Someone needs to either sue Peter for these faces or give him an award. There is so much emotion going on here and I can barely handle it. And knowing how much Peter truly loved this show and his time on it, I get the feeling some of this is real for him.

- “Vicki, this might not be his TARDIS. I mean, can you imagine the Doctor wearing something like this?” Well I’m sure as heck imagining it now! Someone PLEASE make fan art of One in Six’s coat.

- Their reverence for the Doctor’s pocket watch. Vicki is so happy and clutches it with joy and Steven stares at it and strokes it for a good minute. 💗

- Love having some skeptical Steven wondering if it could be a trap and warning Vicki to be careful. His older brother mode got reactivated so fast. And, “Don’t be such a spoilsport!” is so delightfully Vicki.

- Space helmet for a cow!!!

- “Well, it had been a busy week.” Lol, more like a busy (or not so busy) 2 years on Mechanus! You’re more than excused!

- I know it was naturally gonna happen because they’re going over The Time Meddler but I love the references to the Monk, and I love that we also get a subtle reference to The Daleks’ Master Plan out of it.

- Another one of those moments that just strikes you. Look at him.

- “He rescued me. I was an orphan and he became my family. I became the granddaughter he’d lost.” 😭

- Vicki’s little, “Come out, come out, wherever you are!” dance is so perfectly Vicki. It warms my heart how well-characterized they both are here.

- Anyone else see this and immediately start crying thinking about her putting her hands over her eyes in The Chase? Just me?

- Steven’s face when he agrees with her about wishing more than anything to see the Doctor again. I love his relationship with the Doctor so much, it kills me to see him emotional about it, to see how much he still loves him after all this time. But on top of it, once again I feel like there’s some genuine Peter in here who misses Bill. You can see in a lot of interviews, panels, commentaries and so on that Peter really truly cared about Bill as his friend and is still protective over him as a person and his character. When Steven makes this face in agreement about wishing he could just see the Doctor again, I feel something else very real in it.

- Look at them. Just look at them. No further comment.

- Vicki’s face hearing the Doctor’s laugh is my face.

I still haven’t been able to get through this without crying at his laugh. I don’t really have the words for how magical and touching it is that they included him in that way. It tugs on my heartstrings so hard.

[theflavorofmyautismisspicy]

i love to read people yap about this show lol so here's another ask: do u maybe wanna expand on why you like the other dynamics u mentioned? People on here talk a lot about Deon n toxic yuri queens Natascha + Vanessa (rightfully so!) but I haven't heard or read much about jojonessa or marlkong (the latter always kind of floats around but isn't discussed that much i feel)

Gladly !!

With Jojonessa, I just think their friendship is very sweet. Like Jojo being the one who immediately accepted and wanted Vanessa to be part of the team and clearly thought that she was so cool and was never afraid to defend her. On the other hand there’s Vanessa being always ready to break the law or go “fuck this dude” for Jojo’s sake. Gotta love how protective they can get over one another. And ofc there’s that scene of Vanessa referring to herself as Jojo’s sister, which I will never be normal about. Jojo has quite a traumatizing backstory with his father being dead and mother being treated at a clinic so Vanessa going “yea you have now something like a sister” really solidifies that he doesn’t have to deal with all of that alone and that his friends are like a family to him. But yeah all though I like them way more as friends or even with a big sister and little brother type of dynamic but I’m not opposed to romantic Jojonessa either. They do have a certain “me and my cool wife” charm to them. Jojo watching Vanessa with heart shaped eyes as she bites an energy drink open with her teeth

With Marlkong, I like the whole Kong’s redemption arc episode and how those two kinda became friends. That whole plot point kinda subverted my expectations, I know the whole “befriending the enemy” is a trope that exists but I still wasn’t expecting it on my first watch and I thought it was done in a nice way. It makes sense when thinking of the teams characteristics for Marlon to be the one to reach his hand out for Kong and give him a chance. Since he’s more calm and less of a hater when compared to his brother for example. I wouldn’t still necessarily say I ship them too much but they do have a lot of potential together, personally I like the idea of Marlon whose used to being the backbone of everything and always helping everyone being the one to actually receive help this time and it’s from Kong going “hey dude thanks for believing in me but you gotta stand up for yourself more sometimes, let me help you with that”. It would also offer some more development for Kong’s character if he’s now willing to help someone out just for the sake of it. But yeah if anyone in the fandom has a proper Marlkong essay please drop it, would love to read it, I know they’re constantly rotating in some peoples brains🙏

I’ll also yap a bit about Leonessa since I also mentioned them in the post you were referring to. I think the whole “characters who are always bitching at each others but also care about each other a lot” trope is really great. I like how their friendship kinda developed through the series all though I’m convinced they were like seconds away from starting to bite the other multiple times. In my heart they’re wlw/mlm hostility icons but I don’t mind romantic Leonessa either

[cdyssey]

Abbott 2.19 Thoughts:

Finally getting to sit down and watch Abbott. 😭 Lots of errands this morning. Alas.

Sad cold open with everyone either panicked or resigned to what’ll happen if Legendary Charters takes over. :(

“I’M GONNA BUTTER UP DELISHA SLOSS LIKE A HOT DINNER ROLL AND SEE WHAT SHE CAN DO FOR US ON THE SCHOOL BOARD LEVEL.” BARBARA HOWARD, MA’AM, MARRY ME SKWJDIWJWJSAJ.

The way Mel was looking at her during that sequence!! When she bit her lip!! LAW just makes the most sapphic looks, lmfao.

“People always open the door for me because they think I’m a lost child.” AKQKQNSJDIWIENDNS. Quips about Janine’s height are always my fave bc I’m literally Quinta’s height.

AVA DOES LOOK GREAT. THAT DOUBLE-BREASTED BLACK BLAZER. MA’AM?

Ava said I’mma show all the ladies of Abbott how hot I am and walk off. And she’s so right.

“Oh, hey, you’re the mom with the bi—“ KAKQJWJSDNS. Love that green eye shadow. So pretty.

“EXTRA PETITE BITCH.” AKQKQOWJDJSJ. I love her.

Obsessed with Barbara being obsessed with buttering up metaphors this episode.

JACOB SAYING SON OF A BITCH AND SLAMMING THE FRIDGE DOOR. OMFG.

“I’ll do it with you after school Janine.” / Barbara: “Oooooooh!” HELP WOQOQOWJDJSJIWWJDJ.

“I’ll get engaged with you.” KQQOQOJWWIIED. Goddammit, I love Gregory Eddie.

Melissa turning a random yt dude into “Jacob” when that angry parent confronted her, lmfao.

Erica!!!!! I’m so glad that Abbott has leaned into recurring characters this season. They really add to the life of the show.

Melissa: “I get it. I wouldn’t sign anything I handed me.” That line is actually really sad. What the fuck

Ava going for a job interview?! 😭

Ava listening in on her neighbors arguing is so fuckjng funny lmao.

Loving Jacob’s energy in this episode. Chris Perfetti is having a lot of fun playing angry and stressed.

Barbara slapping her wife when she makes a mean quip towards Allie, lmfao.

Ava knows tons of names. “Barbara, Melissa, Jason, Marge…” AKSNDNS.

Jacob getting ready to FIGHT Mr. Morton.

BARBARA HOWARD GOING “WE HAVE TO TRICK THEM.” HELP ME?! DID I JUST HEAR THAT OUT OF MY FAVORITE WOMAN OF GOD’S MOUTH?!

Melissa, agreeing immediately: “No, let’s trick them.” JAKQKWSJDJWJSJ. Mel and Ava have rubbed off on Barbara, and it’s just really glorious, huh? This is not the same Barb from “Ava vs. Superintendent” or “Fundraiser.”

“Why can’t you ever give me credit for a good idea?” / “Stop making everything about you, Janine.” PLEASE. I love Ava and Janine’s push-and-pull dynamic. I think it would be fun to have them in a bottle episode, where they’re like trapped in a closet or car or elevator together or something.

Ava’s face being on the A.V.A. banner. WNDJWNS.

“Barbara’s working on a motivational speech!” / “And to them I say, this is how you Abbott!” [To Ava] “I’m thinking about ending with a song.” / “We welcome your vocal acrobatics.” BARBAVA ENJOYERS, RISE.

It will be a genuine travesty if they done let SLR sing for real on the show sometime before it’s over.

Also, I’m loving Ava’s walk-and-talk with the camera. It’s such a pointed reminder of how much in the public eye this all is and how the characters are so aware of that.

Gregory is sooooo pressed that Janine suggests calling Tariq, lmao.

Jacob dropping his phone trying to look up Jazmine Sullivan, lolololol. Chris is killing the physical comedy in this ep.

MR. J PRETENDING A CURLING IRON IS A METAL DETECTOR HELP ME WMWJKEWJSJ.

“Guilty. Serving a life sentence as an educator.” ☠️

“Listen, lady. I’m just tryin’ to dunk a white dude.” AKQKWKDJWJSJSISJ

Ava lying about Jazmine S. bc Barb said to trick people. Omfg. Oh, how the tables have turned!!!

Hulu is showing me a Jennifer Coolidge commercial, and that makes me happy. She deserves the world.

TARIQ!!

Gregory: “Get on the stage.” AKQOQOOWOWJDIEOWIEIDJD

Barbara Howard’s mouth falling the fuck open when Tariq first starts rapping. I’m laughing so hard. I love Sheryl.

“Never have I ever been so happy to hear such explicit content.” AJSJWJW

DRAEMOND!

“Did y’all get a youth pastor to do standup during my set?” AKWNDNS, Draemond does look like a youth pastor, lmfao.

MELISSA GETTING READY TO THROW A BASEBALL AT BARB, WAITING FOR HER SIGNAL. WAIT, IT’S A CUPCAKE. EVEN BETTER.

“This man is playing the Powerball wit’ our kids!” QKQKQKQOOQOWRODOEJEJDS. I fucking love Tariq.

I’m going to have “Abbott on Abbott on Abbott” in my head all week, lmao.

“Bless your soul, Draemond.” THAT WAS A BARBARA HOWARD FUCK YOU!!!!!!!

“AND THIS ONE DECIDED TO BE A JACKASS.” HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME WOWOQOOQWNEOWOWOOWKSDJWJWJS.

BARBARA HOWARD, I LOVE YOU.

“What in the Immaculate Reception?” KQKQKQKWOWOQOEIFIEJWIDSJ

“JANINE, DON’T TRY AND FIX THAT.” AKQOQKWDNSN. SHERYL WAS ON IT THIS EPISODE.

Looks like the end stinger is setting up a Tariq return to Philly!

Biggest Laugh: Everything Sheryl Lee Ralph did in this goddamn episode, but specifically JACKASS.

Favorite Scene: All the teachers in the library. That scene was so chaotic, and we got Barbara Howard proposing chicanery!!

Final Thoughts: I’m really hoping that this isn’t the end of the charter drama even if it’s a temporary resolution! It’s such an interesting conflict, and it’d be fun to see it played with a little more. Loved the camaderie between the teachers in this episode—how they were all on the same page and working together for this cause and school that they believe in. This was a very feel good episode for our favorite work family. ☺️

[quillyfied]

Okay final episode thoughts that I don’t know that I can expand into real coherent thoughts so heck it we’re doing it live and cramming them together, no chronology just memory vibes, PART FOUR:

- I think part of the problem of it feeling so fast an episode, for me, is the anticipation; I waited to watch it with friends and by the time it was finally happening I had been waiting all day and it was killing me.

- That being said, the pace is breakneck, for something that starts so peacefully

- Love that we get immediate confirmation that Ed is not suited to a fisherman’s life. Though I do love the conflict inherent in Ed meaning “simple” as a compliment based on how hectic and chaotic his life has been up to this point, but of course someone who doesn’t know any of that would think he’s insulting them.

- Also very interested in the shift of Ed going to direct killing rather than trying to put a layer between it and himself; it’s the Kraken but in Protection Mode. Adore that for him. (And maybe the killing doesn’t count if they’re English Navy.)

- I had a feeling Stede was talking to Zheng about being a failure the longer the season went on. Delighted to be proven right. Was also shocked to hear she thought Auntie was dead but then had to reckon with the fact that she hasn’t analyzed a single screenshot and spotted Auntie like I did soooooo

- The simmering anger in my own gut when I saw Spanish Jackie’s overrun and the lady herself treated like that. Also OF COURSE THEY BUILD UP RESISTANCES TO IOCANE POWDER POISON IN THIS HOUSE

- (Side note but the number of ofmd fics, my own included, that have Princess Bride as a reference or element in them makes me smile)

- Calling Ricky Pinocchio. IZZY calling Ricky Pinocchio. The layers. The subtext. The intertextuality. The face-value humor. I’m salivating.

- The letter Ed reads! The way they say the words together!! If they don’t start next season with matching lover’s tattoos (or include it somewhere), I’m rioting.

- THEY GET TO RUN AT EACH OTHER ON A BEACH TO NINA SIMONE FOR REAL THIS TIME

- okay but is Ed’s knee brace a victim of the budget cuts this season bc I miss it

- the entire time they were running at each other I kept shrieking “please don’t stab each other. Please don’t stab each other. Boys please drop the swords and don’t accidentally stab each other”

- KISSIES.

- I LOVE YOU. TWICE.

- Zheng having it up to HERE with these useless gays

- NOT NOW ZHENG THEYRE VERBALLY AFFIRMING THEIR CARE FOR EACH OTHER AND ALSO KISSING

- Olu caring for Auntie. I cry.

- I also cry bc it has seemed to me all season that Auntie and Zheng have a dynamic similar to Izzy and Ed but less deeply toxic; I love that just because it isn’t as toxic, it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t still hurt them both. Auntie choosing to listen to Olu and be softer and more open with Zheng, and Zheng returning the favor, is so important to me. Cannot emphasize enough its sweetness. Especially with Zheng thinking she’d lost Auntie.

- “It’s only a suicide plan if we die” STEDE.

- Giggling to myself at the butt shot bc 1. Of course the guy whose butt it is has a whole post about it where he’s a delight, and 2. Fandom has been begging for them to show hole all season, y’all satisfied? ;P

- Why does everyone look so hot in those uniforms though. Why is Ed putting on a tricorn hat so attractive. These are uniforms that represent imperialist cruelty, WHY IS EVERYONE HOT IN THEM

- (It’s the rebellion of it all I think)

- Awfully bold of Ricky to immediately turn on them when he’s still close enough to be shot, but I think it’s his Rich White Boy recklessness.

- Con O’Niell giving the performance of a lifetime to the very end. The subtlety of Izzy not being okay through the entire mad dash to the Revenge, culminating in him leaning on Ed AND Frenchie and the implications of that I EXPLODE

- So. Turns out my final mini theory about that bloody hand screenshot from the trailer was right; it is Izzy’s blood, and it is Jim that Ed’s hand is blocking.

- Izzy giving the apology we have been waiting for all season as a deathbed confession, HECK

- And giving voice to the fact that he loved and needed Blackbeard! And that he knew he was feeding it even though Ed had OUTGROWN it!! And giving Ed closure and release from having to be Blackbeard!!! GUUUUUHHHHH.

- I really didn’t think izzy was going to die until three days ago. Im so sad. It’s thematic and perfect and if someone had to die of course it had to be Izzy and they did him right by that death scene but I CARE MORE NOW. CHEFS KISS STORYTELLING.

- This end bit, to my memory, feels a little scattered and messy; Zheng wanting to work together to get back at Ricky…and then the ship sails off without Ed and Stede. Maybe I need to watch again but I got some whiplash there. Like yeah it’s way more important to the story that Ed and Stede get at the very least a break from piracy before the next season, more in line with the themes and character arcs, but. Idk. Felt sudden still?

- Pete and Lucius marriage ;A; “you may slash each other’s faces” ROACH PLEASE

- YES ED WE SEE YOUR ROMANTIC SIDE EYE

- FRENCHIE IS THE CAPTAIN NOW. Capitalizing on that quiet arc he’s had all season!! I love it!!! And showing that all of the Revenge crew have it in them to be leaders and the best versions of themselves when given an environment where they can. And now they have capable women aboard! Win-win!!

- I need to go dig up my post about the hollowness and toxicity of revenge in this show bc I have more examples to add to it and strengthen my theory

- Ed and Stede about to go through their Anne and Mary arc. Let’s hope they pivot faster than the other two and don’t get stuck in a rut the same way. But I love that they get to try this out together, to find new dreams and things to do together. They deserve that.

- I also respect the showrunners so much for giving us an ending that could be a decent end if Max doesn’t renew for a third. I like being able to hold my two favorite shows next to each other and see that the two extremes of ending in an uncertain place work—for GOmens, a heart-shattering cliffhanger was absolutely the right call. For OFMD, a soft ending that can be expanded on if allowed. I love them both.

- Gonna go rewatch and then rewatch the whole season and then rewatch both seasons, excuse me.

[donteattheappleshook]

Happy Birthday @The-DarkDragonfly!!

Happiest of birthdays @the-darkdragonfly ​ to one of my best friends! I’m so glad that the fandom brought us together and while your birthday fic isn’t finished, I thought it would share some of my favorite fics of YOURS! 

You are such a talented writer and such a wonderful person and if anyone hasn’t read these fics they are incorrect and need to fix it immediately)

This was very hard to narrow down because everything your write is perfect but I gave it my best shot! 

The Ripple Effect

Of course I had to start with the fic that brought us together. This story, omg this story. Every time I read it I’m filled with an irrational anger at how unbelievably beautiful your prose is and what an ubelievable talent you have for creating atmosphere and building relationships between characters. The way you write this fic is magical, there’s no other word for it. It weaves through time and perspectives, dialogue and imagery and emotion and my heart just shatters every time I read about these two adorable broken idiots fixing each other and falling in love. And omg your little snippets of everyday life are so imaginative and hilarious and are so perfectly in character and somehow both incredibly specific and relatable. I could read a hundred million fics of just filler scenes (which I know you also have -Missing Moments)I will forever think of this fic when I watch the CS movie and wish that we’d gotten this instead. 

Tempest

I hadn’t started this one when you were writing the first version but when you started on the rewrite omg I have jumped onboard and along for the ride the entire way with this adorable wonderful fic. I will say it now, I don’t usually like Captain Duckling but this story is so wonderfully written that you’ve managed to make me obsessed with your version of them. The dynamic between them is just beautiful and so honest and pure and they’re both just so. stupid. and I love them and will protect them with my whole heart. I adore the way that you don’t always give us all the moments of their relationship at once and just let us see it develop and then jump back and forth through time to give us scenes we’re already invested in and dying for. I love this fic and I’m fully aware that you’re gonna hurt me with it but I’m 100% here for it. And also - WILLIAM!!! My beautiful, sad, sassy, loveable William. I will never get enough of him and how you write him in this fic. He is the ultimate bestie and comic relief watching his mom and dad try to get their shit together and fall in love and I would die for him. 

The Wreck of our Hearts

My birthday fic!!! This one is gonna be short because I get emotional just thinking about this story. You took my favorite Hook, Deckhand Hook, and mixed him with my other favorite, Silver Hook, and you’ve created a monster that no other Killian will ever live up to. Just an ultra sad broken man who still loves Emma so damn much and can I keep typing through my tears? I don’t know but I do know I’m gonna go reread through them. 

People, please, if you haven’t, go read it. If you have, go read it again. 

PS: If you ever wanted to revisit this universe or this character I’m not saying I’d be mad... 

Old Times' Sake - A Captain Swan Tale 

I don’t care if it’s July. This Christmas fic can be read any damn time of the year and it will destroy me and put me back together again every time. You’ve done it again! Taken my sad broken little babies and put them together and made them whole. This story is SO short (seriously I had to go back and check the word count because I couldn’t believe it) but it somehow has such a rich backstory woven in for both Emma and Killian, both their families and their relationship and oh man you know I’m a sucker for “what do you mean, feelings? this is just boning (LIES)” and you did it so perfectly here. This wasn’t my Christmas present but I’ve decided to claim it as such because it’s my favorite Christmas fic of all time (again, a genre I don’t like that you’ve somehow managed to make me adore - very rude. stop doing that. but also don’t. ever.) 

Sill Love Songs

You KNOW I had to end with this one right? My very own birthday fic and omg I will forever be grateful to have you in my life for writing me this fic (and many other reasons but the point stands). This story is Hilarious. Like I was giggling and laughing out loud throughout because, you guessed it, William Fucking Scarlet. All I asked for was CS's love story told in the POV of his inappropriate wedding toast and GIRL. You delivered. He’s so absolutely perfect in this story. His interactions with Killian make me die (when he propositions him in the kitchen I thought I would straight up perish) and his interactions with Emma are equally hilarious but also so so soft and beautiful underneath it all. I did not expect to be hit in the chest with a mactruck of emotion in what I expected to be an aptly named silly little fic but of course I should have because everything you write carries so many layers of human emotion and you’re characters are so REAL and beautiful and flawed in such a true to life way. I don’t know where or how you developped such an amazing talent or if you were just born with it but I will selfishly devour and demand more of everything that you write with it.

I’m also just saying that the sequel doesn’t HAVE to be a birthday fic... I have a 2/3rds birthday coming up in August..... 

Happy birthday bestie!

Thank you so much for everything that you write and for being such an amazing person in my life. I hope you have a wonderful birthday long weekend and a fantastic year! 

And please add your tag list so they can all get a reminder of these amazing fics!

[lonelier-version-of-you]

I’m not feeling great today - probably because I didn’t sleep very well - but I’m gonna continue the S15 Holby watch anyway. Hopefully it will make me feel a bit better. If nothing else, I’m on S15E14 “Push the Button - Part One”, and if I remember correctly, this is the two-parter where Malick’s son is introduced! That sounds great to me as a Malick fan.

Edit 1: Still no Henrik in the intro (unless I missed him, but obviously I highly doubt I did lmao). Interesting. Presumably he’s added back to the intro next episode then, after he’s properly returned to the hospital.

Edit 2: Not the episode starting with Jac and Jonny making out. Jac, you can do so much better! Although him asking her to say something in Swedish and her saying “kan jag få låna en strykbräda” is hilarious. 😂

Edit 3: Ooh, so one of the patients for this episode is a teenage girl in foster care and Jac’s getting involved with the case? That sounds like we’re about to be getting a Patient Parallel moment.

Edit 4: Henrik just returning to the hospital quietly with absolutely no fanfare, not telling anyone that he was coming back, and immediately heading into theatre to perform an operation. What an icon.

Edit 5: Aaand Jac’s just got an invitation to Joseph’s wedding.

Edit 6: I am a bit obsessed with Henrik giving absolutely zero fucks.

Edit 7: Patient to Serena: "You're kind. Not a lot of people are." ...Is she, though? 😂

Edit 8: Henrik facing actual consequences for running away. That's how can you can tell this is old Holby.

Edit 9: I love seeing Henrik in his purple shirts. They suit him perfectly and it’s one of the colours of the bi flag, so it’s a win-win.

Edit 10: Omg the little kid in the cafeteria pointing a toy gun at Jac. That’s quite a moment in hindsight given, well, Group Animal.

Edit 11: Still no sign of Malick in this episode, so presumably part 2 is where his son shows up.

Edit 12: Jonny is so annoying.

Edit 13: I love Jac calling Jonny out.

Edit 14: Henrik just watching Serena like that is inexplicably hilarious to me. 😂😂

Edit 15: Lmao, Serena hearing Henrik voted for her for the Executive Director role and immediately being like “...what’s he up to??”.

Edit 16: SFSFSFSFSF so Cunningham the chairman was pleased that Serena got the Executive Director/Clinical Director/whatever they’re calling it role because he wants her to “keep an eye on [Henrik]”, meanwhile Henrik gave Serena the job because “she needs keeping an eye on”. Amazing.

Anyway, I’m a bit busy so I think I’ll pause here and watch the last 10 minutes of the episode later.

Edit 17: Right, back to the episode.

Edit 18: I know the AAU patient is mostly there to parallel Chrissie, but I still find her storyline really sad in its own right.

Edit 19: Jac and Sean the paediatrician playing with sock puppets 😂😂

Edit 20: I’d forgotten just how funny the Henrik and Serena dynamic in this era is.

[gothamsfinestdummy]

Okay, it’s time to rant about Last Knight on Earth.

I’m gonna talk about my favorite moments from this story and include some notable things that I believe are really important. Let’s get started.

Spoilers for Last Knight on Earth under the cut, duh.

I first want to get this out of the way: Joker’s narration of the story.

I actually really find this aspect of LKOE super interesting. We get to somewhat peek into Joker’s thought bubbles and obtain some of his thoughts. But the thing is, Joker isn’t really a reliable narrator and that’s sort of common sense at this point. Especially if we apply his “multiple choice” point of view. Maybe that stuff doesn’t apply here? I dunno. Maybe it’s why this story is so confusing and hard to follow, lol

Here are some highlights that I really liked from his narration, such as:

(From Part Three: The Asylum): “I like to think he was thinking of me as he went, thinking of the old days, of family. But that’s selfishness. And I know better.”

(From Part Nine: P.O.W): “But then, after a while, we all started to relax, to believe. And it occurred to me… This was what it felt like on the other side of the divide. All those years I’d been the one who knew what was coming. Because something was always coming. The rain of acid pies. The tendrils of poison gas. Hssss…Hear that? The spring-loaded mallet clicking free. The razor-edged card hissing through the air. But just then, moving through the dark with my oldest enemy, I forgot all that. Even as the fighting started. I bought in. Watching him leap and punch and kick… I believed. I really did, despite everything, and I felt light as a bird fluttering in my jar.”

(From Part 10: The Doorway): “I laughed and turned to him, to tell him… tell him I had a new poem in mind, something profound (using minimal dirty words) about him, about everything… (maybe a moderate amount of dirty words)… But he was already looking ahead…

“… at the rocket door opening, and the boy in the alley. And right then, I knew. Knew that I’d already said what I needed to say.”

GOD. help this is going to make me sob

Gonna bang my head on the table, gimme a minute.

I also really want to point out Bruce and J’s dynamic here because it’s so good and has this strong air of fondness. And I adore that so much.

Joker isn’t villainous toward Bruce, just excited and chipper (and basks in screwing with him, which is really funny to me). Yeah, Batman snaps at him a couple of times, but that’s just how he is toward Joker (plus J was basically asking for it lmao).

When Bruce finds Joker stranded in the dessert, he doesn’t respond with hatred or aggression, he’s genuinely puzzled and (what I like to think is) concerned about Joker.

And Joker is ecstatic, full of pure joy that Batman really came back for him.

Just look how happy he is, jeez.

As I mentioned before, they just talk and I love that. Bruce actually bothers to tell Joker what he was dreaming about when asked.

But is then immediately cut off by “lmao, I actually don’t care. Can I be robin, pretty please, sweetie darling?”

Very great, I tell you. (More on the robin part later, by the way)

But more on their dynamic here, my FAVORITE PART about it is that they’re genuine and real with each other. For example, let’s take this part of the book:

This is just a tiny part, but it means so much to me.

Bruce is hesitant and vulnerable in front of Joker, who is encouraging him.

Jesus Christ, I love them so much.

While I wipe away my tears, let me shed some light on this.

When Bruce and Joker enter Omega’s batcave, they notice the disturbing collection of trophies, which are the costumes of those Omega has defeated.

And while inspecting these, Batman and Joker engage in another deep conversation.

BUT. What I really think is muy importante about this scene is THIS

JOKER LOOKS INTO HIS OWN REFLECTION AND SAYS “PEOPLE CHANGE.”

WHAT. IF THAT DOESN’T MEAN ANYTHING, I DUNNO WHAT DOES.

The visuals of that panel really reinforce that statement too, I believe. Aside from the reflection, I mean, because yeah, that’s deliberate. But I’m talking about how part of his Robin suit is visible with him. I mean, yeah, that’s how reflections work, but part of me feels like there’s something deeper to that. I could be looking too deep into it.

And the fact that in the very next panel, Joker just sort of acts as if he never said that and doesn’t really bother to engage in the conversation anymore. His dialogue here gives off the vibe that he’s trying to avoid it all together.

Before I move on to the robin stuff, I need to present to you this next scene.

Joker and Bruce are then captured by Omega, who pretty much just straps Bruce to a chair and breaks the news that he’s gonna rewrite his mind to become his soldier.

Yikes.

But then, Joker screams that he would kill Omega for that (which, wow, that’s really powerful, I think), but what is EXTRA great is that when Joker gets it handed to him, Bruce pleads for Omega to leave him alone.

I’M SOBBING.

They love each other so much, I literally cannot.

Before I reach for the gazillionth tissue, let me just slap this here because this is great I think:

ALSO NOTICE HOW JOKER’S PUPILS AREN’T THOSE SMALL POINTS OF HATRED.

It’s apparent here, too:

Okay. Finally. Lemme talk about the Robin thing.

I already discussed this before on here (it was on a reblog), so I’ll just paste what I said.

Good food, indeed, past me.

Okay, that was a long one. Very sorry about that. I just had to compile my thoughts into an incoherent, jumbled mess. Thank you, lol. I promise I’m better at this, my brain is just fried right now.

If you want me to do more of these or hear my thoughts on certain things, you can always send me an ask!

[saltyfilmmajor]

HI! love your blog, I am so new here, I have read no fanfics. Do you have suggestions for best Tom fanfics? Doesn't matter the movie.

HELLO!!! You're just in luck I just spent like the last two weeks binge reading fanfic for this explicit purpose :D

I hope you don't mind that a good chunk of them are Explicit, they’re all below the cut.

If any of my mutuals or followers would care to add on to this list please do. I would love to see more recommendations. 

Misc Movies:

you inspired a fire by @arcanistvysoren (A Few Good Men) Rating: E I recommend reading this immediately after watching A Few Good Men. It's a Jack Ross x Daniel Kaffee fic, and it's cited as the main reason I started shipping them. This is nearly 20k words and it's so well written. 

Worth Your Weight in Gold by @rochc93 (Tropic Thunder) Rating: E This is the best smut I've ever read in my life. Just read it. (Ok there’s slightly more to this story but I don’t want to give it away. It’s just AGH it’s good, it hits me where I live.) 

In the middle ground by @maverickcalf (Cocktail 1988) Rating: E This fic is on the shorter side, but i think it’s worth recommending a lot. It’s just a very well written scene of “self-intimacy”, if you catch my drift. The vibes are relaxing. Very well done :D. 

New Year's Daybreak by @maverickcalf & @rochc93 (A Few Good Men & The Firm crossover) Rating: G What if Mitch McDeere and Daniel Kaffee were cousins and both queer? That’s the gist of this story and I love it so much. It’s a nice family centric fic about the two lawyer characters Tom has played and I highly recommend it. 

Mission: Impossible (Mostly benthan stuff)

A Soft Drop by @barbex (Ethan x Max) Rating: E This one is a d/s Ethan fic, which are always a favorite of mine (as you’ll soon see on this list). Anyway if you have ever watched the original M:I movie and thought: Ethan and Max Definitely fucked, this fic is for you. 

Are You In? by twowritehands (Benji x Ethan) Rating: E What if Benji and Ethan fucked on that boat in Austria? What is the aftermath of that and how does it affect the rest of their mission during Rogue Nation? This one is a good exploration of the Ethan x Benji d/s dynamic, highly recommend. 

Ten-hut by Frodo_lives (Benji x Ethan) Rating: E Hey are you into men in uniform? Me too! This one is an established relationship fic, and it really explores the emotional dynamics of Benji and Ethan’s relationship. I especially love how Ethan is characterized in this story.

Le Vent Nous Emportera by @threeoaksy (Benji x Ethan) Rating: T Oaksy always manages to make me cry with her writing. If you want angst & hurt/comfort this fic is for you. It’s very beautifully written and I cried so many tears when I read it. 

Until the End of Their Time by @rochc93 (Benji x Ethan) Rating: G A good old fake relationship story. This one is very soft and sweet I think more people should read it.  Wrong In The Dark by @not-too-tall-for-trick (Benji x Ethan)  Rating: E  A very fun take on the Confined in a Tight Space trope. I’ve read this multiple times and it still doesn’t get old.  FMK by @fictionallemons (Benji x Ethan)  Rating: E  Fictionallemons always manages to write some of my favorite benthan fics ever this one is cute and funny and all around a nice read.  (I’ll also recommend Sweeter Than Candy by this author, which i’ve previously recommended)  

Top Gun & Top Gun Maverick

I will be there for you. Always. by @maverickcalf (Maverick & Rooster)  Rating: G A simple story about Maverick and Rooster post TGM. It focuses on their father son relationship and it makes me very emo.  Moving in Slow Motion by @boasamishipper (Iceman x Maverick) Rating: E “The reservation is supposed to hold the room,” Maverick says. Viper looks like he’s refraining from laughing with great difficulty. “That’s why you have the reservation. How do you run out of rooms?”“I know why we have reservations, sir,” the receptionist says, and just as Maverick is about to snap back No I don’t actually think you do, another man shows up behind the desk, smiling placidly at them.”  I’m going to hope that passage made you laugh as much as it made me laugh.  i don't know what you've been told by @boasamishipper (Hangman x Coyote) (Iceman x Maverick)  Rating: E This fic is so heartfelt and funny and all around such a wonderful read. I teared up, I laughed and I gasped.  It Was Aliens All Along by @slimysuckers  (Iceman x Maverick)  Rating: T Ending this list with more of a silly one, although still very heartfelt. Inspired by the take that the villains in TGM could have been aliens for all that we knew. 

[quindolyn]

Can you please write more sub James. I thrive off that sh*t

All Dressed Up || James Potter

A/N: I haven't been feeling inspired to write but James in lingerie seemed to get my brain working so I literally wrote this and then scoured my inbox for a request that wastage enough to fit. I like this piece and I hope you guys enjoy it, I'm feeling motivated right now so you might even get something else today or tomorrow.

Warnings: jamie in lingerie, sub!James, dom!reader, fem!reader, some bimbofication, teasing, praise, degradation; names like whore and slut but not too much of it, allusion to pegging at the end and I think that's it, all acts are consensual and there is a safe word in place

Word Count: 2870

“Close your eyes,” You giggle, placing your hands over James’ as you direct them over his shining hazel optics. Perched atop the hard planes of his thighs you make sure his fingers are held tightly together, lest he try to peek before you permit him to look.

“They’re closed, they’re closed,” He chuckles, a grin playing at his lips, slightly chapped but almost impossibly pink.

“Good,” You smile, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose, “Keep being a good boy and you’ll get your present.”

It’s almost funny how drastic of an effect your words have on him in such a short amount of time, so close to him you can hear as his breathing becomes shallower, he stiffens under you in anticipation. You can’t help but smile as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, you love that you can do that to him.

“Do you think you can do that for me, pretty boy?” Your voice drops to a whisper as you lean forward so that your lips graze the shell of his ear, James tries to suppress a shiver but he is wildly unsuccessful.

“Yes, Mommy.”

You coo at his good manners, pride swelling in your chest as you gently push yourself off his lap so that you can pull a bag out from underneath the bed.

The previous weekend you and Sirius had visited Hogsmeade together, your friends are aware of the dynamic between you and James in the bedroom, Sirius especially never misses out on an opportunity to tease James, though it's always in good fun, especially when Remus reminds him just what will happen if he’s not nice to Jamesie.

You were in a store specializing in intimates, needing a few new bras as your current ones were starting to feel a bit snug when Sirius had stumbled upon the men’s lingerie. When you’d glimpsed the rows of lace, satin, and silk coming in all different colors and in all different cuts you hadn’t been able to resist.

Glancing into the bag you find yourself eternally grateful that you’d made your purchases as the excitement surrounding the idea of James in lingerie is multiplied by ten fold with him so near.

Directing your eyes back toward James you consider letting him just sit there, anticipation thrumming in his veins as the idea of him so needy for you and not being able to do anything about it always holds a certain appeal.

Your wanting to see him dressed up over rules your desire to torture him as you pull a black lace thong from the discreet bag before setting it on the floor and sitting back down on the bed, mindlessly playing with the miniscule fabric of the thong.

“You can open your eyes now baby,” You command, eyes glued to his face, wanting to see the moment it dawned on him what you have in your hands.

“W-What’s that Mommy?” He asks, gesturing to the thong in your hands.

“What do you think it is Jamesie?” Merlin, he’s adorable when he’s confused.

He pushes his glass up further on his nose as he cocks his head to the side, “Looks like a thong Mommy,” His eyes fly up to your face, a hopeful look in his eyes, “Do I get to see my Mommy in lingerie?”

“Not quite pretty boy,” His face falls at your words but he does his best to conceal his disappointment, “This is for you, s not fair I put on lingerie and don’t buy it for you too, it’s so mean of me to leave you out and I thought it was time I rectified that.”

James’ mouth drops into the most adorable little “o” shape as realization dawns upon him, he gulps before finding his words to speak, “S for me?”

His eyes are wide behind the frames of his glasses, as much as you like him in them you don’t want them getting in the way, sitting back on your heels you lean forward so you can slide them from his face and abandon them on the nightstand.

“Yeah baby s for you, you wanna stand up so we can get you into your thong for me?”

His response is immediate as he pushes himself off of the bed, nodding his head and already moving to pull his shirt off over it.

You’re extremely pleased by his reaction to your proposal, you and he had briefly discussed James in lingerie but had never given it serious consideration. You find yourself regretting putting it off for this long.

“Ah ah ah Jamesie,” Said boy’s eyes fly up to your face, a slightly panicked look in them, “Did I say you could take your shirt off by yourself?”

“No Mommy,” He admits bashfully, his hands falling from the hem of his shirt and to his sides.

“That’s right, because pretty babies needn’t trouble themselves with taking off their clothes, Mommy’s here to do it for you. Do you want Mommy to take off your shirt bubba?”

You too have pushed off of the bed and are close enough to slip your hand under his jaw, directing his gaze from the floor to your face as you pose your question to him. The soft look in your eyes tells him he’s not in trouble for acting without permission and he softens under your touch.

“Please,” He whimpers, he’s absolutely oozing desperation and you’re drinking it all up, every last drop.

Using your grip on his jaw you guide James’ face down to yours, your lips are so close that his breath is fanning across your face but you make no move to connect your lips as you’re rather enjoying watching James so needy for you.

“Mommy,” He whines, “Please, need your lips.”

“You need them baby?”

His head nods in your hold and he juts out his bottom lip, he’s the picture of desperation and Godric is it a good look on him.

You lean forward ever so slightly, allowing your lips to brush against his, in his need for you James pushes forward, trying desperately to meet yours but you’re quick to pull his face back so that your lips are simply brushing.

“Needy little thing,” You muse, allowing your gaze to drop from James’ face, you take your time to admire his body, slowly dragging your eyes back up to meet his.

Before he can beg again you’re surging forward, attaching your lips to his, your other hand flies to cup James’ jaw too so you have complete control over him and his movements. Your skin tingles under the thin material of your t-shirt as his hands gravitate towards your waist, pulling you as close to him as he can manage without breaking the kiss.

Your lips work fervently against his and he doesn’t even make an effort to match your aggression, instead just taking what you give him, absorbing every flick of your tongue and nip of your teeth.

Eventually your hands leave his jaw, instead finding where the hem of his shirt rests against the hard planes of his stomach, you make quick work of the shirt as you pull the soft cotton over his head, pulling your lips from his for just a moment in order to rid him of his clothing. That mere moment proves too much for James as he lets out the most pathetic whine.

His whining only intensifies when instead of meeting his lips again you step out of his grasp to survey him. Allowing your eyes to sweep over his newly bared chest your mouth salivates at his muscle shifting under his beautiful skin.

Moving towards him your hands find the button of his jeans, making quick work of it and the following zipper while you let your teeth graze over the hard bud of his nipple. The guttural moan he releases at the stimulation reminds you that you love his nipples almost as much as he loves yours.

Hooking your fingers on both his jeans and boxers you pull them down in one fell swoop, sinking to your knees with the offending fabrics you have an optimal view of James’ cock as it bounces against his hip. He already seems to be hard and his pretty, swollen head is already leaking precum.

You help him step out of his clothes, he follows your instructions obediently all the while his head is craned downwards so that he can keep his eyes on you. The gentle touches of your hands against his calves have him buckling at the knees.

“Do you like how I look on my knees baby?” You ask, looking up at him through your lashes before gently kissing the inside of his thigh

“Y-yes Mommy,” He stutters out.

“Don’t get used to it,” Sternness seeps into your voice as you deliver a harsh slap to the inside of his thigh, the same spot where just moments earlier your lips had been tenderly pressed against his skin as you reach for the lace thong.

Helping James step into the lacy garment you smirk as you tease him, your fingertips brushing against his soft skin as you slowly slip the thong up his legs, taking a sick sort of pleasure in the way he squirms, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

A pleased smile graces your lips as you pull the garment up to rest on James’ hips, you’d guessed at his size but as your eyes survey him there’s no denying how well it fits him.

Not even bothering to spare him a glance upwards you let your palms smooth across the tops of his thighs, a thin dusting of hair along his smooth skin, as your eyes remain glued to his cock, straining against the lacy fabric.

“So pretty,” Your murmur, letting your palms venture up his thighs, dancing dangerously close to his aching cock but never quite touching him where he so desperately needs you.

“Turn around for me,” You instruct, tapping his hip.

On shaky legs James manages to turn so that you have a view of his ass, on full display for you thanks to the minsiculity of the thong.

A wicked smile stretches across your lips as you lift your hands to shamelessly grope his ass, fingers melding into the supple flesh as you knead it beneath your palms.

“So firm,” You praise absentmindedly, removing your hands so you can admire the red tint to his ass after your ministrations on it. You’re certain that if you could see James’ face a similar red tint would be adorning his other set of cheeks.

“Godric thank the lad who invented Quidditch,” You murmur against his skin as your lips find his hip, trailing soft, delicate kisses down his skin, following the curve of his bum while your hand continues to grope the other cheek.

“Thank you Mommy,” He manages breathlessly, doing his best to not fall to his knees right with you as your touch turns his legs to absolute mush.

After thoroughly ravishing his bum and upper thighs with kisses you push yourself to your feet, giving him a quick slap on his bottom before ordering him to lie on the bed.

As he scrambles to obey your order you keep your eyes fixed on his form while your fingers reach for the hem of your shirt, making quick work of it as you pull it off over your head and abandon it on the floor.

James’ eyes immediately fix on your chest, breasts supported by a white lace bra, the way he’s looking at you though, you’d think you were completely naked.

“See something you like, pretty boy?” The flexing of his thighs does not go unnoticed by you, no doubt because of your teasing tone.

He simply nods in response, not being able to formulate the words to respond to you.

“Poor baby,” You coo, climbing onto the bed so that you’re once again straddling James, only now you sit lower on his legs, more on his upper shins than thighs, “Already too dumb to use your words?”

With one hand planted on the bed to support you as you lean forward the other grabs James’ chin, forcing him to meet your eyes.

Any hope James had of summoning the ability to speak dissipates at your show of dominance. The haze that had already begun to cloud his mind only intensifying as he becomes acutely aware of all the places where your body touches his, the way your breasts hang from your chest, so close that he could lift his hand to feel them, play with them.

“Poor dumb baby,” You mewl, your hand leaving his chin, sliding down the smooth skin of his chest and abdomen before settling on his prominent bulge. Without preamble you cup his cock in your hand, the only thing separating the two being the black lace that he looks so pretty in.

His back arches off the bed at your touch, thrusting his hips up into your hand he puts on quite the show, always a good, eager slut.

“Mommy!”

“Oh, so now you can speak?” You taunt, face mere inches from his.

All you’re met with in response is an admittedly adorable, if not pathetic, whine as James squeezes his eyes closed and tries to still his wriggling hips. Your hand continues to palm at his crotch, never once letting up on your movements as he writhes underneath you, completely consumed by the pleasure you bring him.

You love how he looks below you; useless, needy, a perfect little slut. Him beneath you never fails to get you wet, your wetness pooling in your panties as a warmth settles low into your stomach.

“Feels so good Mommy, need your hand, need it!”

“You’ve already got it baby, isn’t that what I’m giving you right now?”

His eyes fly open, looking down between your two bodies as if to check if your words are true, when he finds that they indeed are they come back up to you, desperation and lust swimming in his hazy optics.

“S not enough,” He cries, his back again flying off the mattress, “S not enough Mommy, need more, need more.” He keeps repeating the words over and over again like a prayer he’s desperate to have answered.

To silence him you drop onto your forearm, your lips meeting his, swallowing his moans, his pleads, his whines, all the while your hand still palms away at his cock.

Large hands find your body, but so ravaged by lust they roam as though lost, over your hips, your waist, briefly skittering over your bum, not quite sure where to land. As though echoing his earlier words nonverbally, needing all of you, but nothing quite seeming to be enough.

If he wasn’t so entrenched in your body, in the way you’re making him feel, perhaps he would’ve noticed the tell tale warning signs that he was approaching his orgasm. Perhaps he would’ve had time to beg to cum, to promise to be a good boy for you so long as you grant him release.

Instead it washes over him all too suddenly, catching him off guard as he thrusts up into your hand once more, cumming all over himself, the thong, and your hand.

More wetness pools in your pussy as you feel James twitch beneath you as he rides out the aftershocks of his orgasm, his prick sensitive under your touch.

“M-Mommy,” He whimpers as he starts to come back after his orgasm, “Mommy s’too much.”

His hips try to squirm away from you as you ignore his words, continuing to grope his cock through the now ruined material of the thong you’d bought for him.

“Mommy please!”

“I don’t remember giving you permission to cum Jamesie,” You speak against the soft skin along his collar bone, your tone of voice causes a shiver to race down his spine.

“I’m sorry Mommy,” He whimpers uselessly, “I’m sorry.”

“And not only did you cum without permission,” You say, ignoring his apologies, “But you came in your panties like a little whore, didn’t realize you were that much of a useless slut, ruining your new clothes.”

“Didn’t mean to Mommy, just felt so good,” His voice is a strained whine and only serves to deepen your arousal, sending a shiver down your spine and directly to your pussy.

“If my touch feels so good then why are you trying to get away from me, slut?” James’ hips are indeed still trying to evade your grasp, rather uselessly, but he doesn’t seem to be deterred, still writhing underneath you.

“S’too much!” He cries out, contradicting his statement as he bucks up into your hand.

“Aw, is it too much for you Jamie? Can’t take it?” Your words are dripping with a sick sort of amusement, a sneer adorning your lips.

You lean down so that your lips are grazing his ear, your breath fanning across the side of his face, he shivers at your proximity and you can’t help but love the effect you have on him.

“If you can’t take this, how do you expect to take my strap?”

taglist: @randomoutsiders @weasleyposts @amourtentiaa @kittykylax @superbturtlemakerathlete @oliviashea05 @pinkandblueblurbs @thatvenusbabe @itsmentalillness @zzzfour @greenlyblue @emmaev @temporaryissue @gubleryum @msmb @marauderswhore07 @st0nesnglitter  @miraclesoflove @shadesofvelma @ashlovesthemarauders @artemis1orion @skaratjung @ava-brooke-blog1 @fairyprettygirly @ohwowimlonley @padfootswife @roonilwazlibswhore @swearingsolemnly @teenwolfbitches28 @lilypad-55449 @jamespotterslover @jeannelupinblack @wh0reforthemarauders @myalupinblack @ashesandstars @daisyyy2516 @siriusmydeer @remugoodgirl @itzstacie-blog @planet-wolfstar @steveharringtonswhore @saintlike78 @cedricisnotdead @pretty-pop-princess-hs @saggyb1lls

[sunphroggy]

alright I have an au idea that im about to badly explain but it's a little strange so stick with me.

I call it: 'The Parent Trap but Opposite' au

So picture this: Tommy is Phil's only child, right. His mother died in childbirth so for his entire eight years of life its just been him and Phil. And that's fine, that's great, he loves it. Tommy doesn't want another addition to the family, it would only screw everything up.

That being said, Phil is lonely. Don't get him wrong, he loves his son and loves spending time with him, but he misses the feeling of being in love. He misses his wife.

Enter, Kristen.

They meet on a blind date, set up by a friend from Phil's work, and hit it off instantly. Months pass and Phil wants to propose.

One problem though. He hasnt told Tommy about it. He hasn't even introduced Kristen to him.

So what better way to merge both families that a holiday?

(I should probably say here that Kristen also has children. Take a wild guess who they are.)

Tommy is all for a holiday. Two weeks at a fancy ass hotel with room service, an arcade and a pool? Sign him up!

That is until, he finds out that Kristen and her boys will be joining them.

Enter, Wilbur and Techno.

(They're about fourteen. Their parents are divorced and, unlike Tommy, they knew Kristen was seeing Phil. They alse know that Phil is gonna propose - well, it's just a hunch)

Phil, god bless him, tries his hardest to get Tommy to warm up to Kristen, Wilbur and Techno. He plans all these activities and takes them all shopping, to the beach, to waterparks ect. But Tommy just won't take to them; he doesn't mind Kristen but Wilbur and Techno are weird, they keep making these cryptic comments about how they're going to be seeing eachother a lot in the future and Tommy just does not understand.

That is, until they decide to let Tommy in on the obvious.

Tommy, as expected, is in denial. Because there's no way his dad would do something like that without telling him first. Besides, Phil doesn't need to get married, they're perfectly happy just the two of them.

There's just no way.

Right?

Wrong.

Because Tommy is a curious little shit and he ransacks his and Phil's hotel room in search for the ring. He doesn't find it, of course, because Phil is used to Tommy's little raccoon tactics and hid it properly. But when he comes back from dinner with Kristen to a destroyed room and a confused Tommy, he decides to tell him the truth.

Needless to say Tommy has a fit. One moment, he's happy; just him and dad, living life. And then this lady and her shitty sons come along and fucks that up

(I imagine the conversation being something like:

Phil: Yeah im gonna propose Kristen

Tommy, inhaling deeply: *screams*

And then it would proceed to reinact that once scene from Steven universe with ruby and sapphire like-

phil: he'll eventually tire himself out :'D

Tommy, making even more of a mess than he already has: that's what you think! I am an eternal flame baby!! >:(

Yeah.)

Tommy, ever the drama queen, storms to Wilbur and Techno - who are like "we told you so :/" - and the three of them (because Techno and Wilbur also do not want this little racoon gremlin hybrid in their home either) team up and plan to ruin the proposal. The only problem, they don't know when Phil is gonna actually propose.

And this...this is where the hijinks and shenanigans ensue.

They just like, constantly ruin Phil and Kristen's date nights with their dumb shit.

(I'm thinking shit like the three of them stacked on each others shoulders in a trench coat pretending to be a waiter at the hotel restaurant Phil and Kristen are eating at and constantly spilling drinks and food of them whenever it looks like Phil is about to pop the question; following them on walks under the stars, hiding in bushes with binoculars and making birds attack them; tackling Phil into the pool ect. ect. ect.)

But, plot twist, while pulling off these epic plans, the three of them...bond! Dun dun dunnnnn!!! Wilbur and Techno actually grow to like Tommy and think "Hey, maybe this kid ain't so bad" so they back out on the plans and try to convince Tommy to do the same. He won't.

(Meanwhile, Phil is just wondering why all his proposal attempts have gone so fucking wrong like???)

Anyways, fast forward. Its the last day of their holiday the two families go out for dinner. Its nice, they're having a good time, Kristen is chatting away to Tommy about Minecraft and Tommy is happy to tell her all about his favourite game. And then, Phil clears his throat.

He starts talking about Kristen and how happy he makes her, and Tommy can tell what's coming the moment Phil reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a small black box. And, in a final attempt to keep the life he has, Tommy snatches the box out of Phil's hand and fucking runs.

He runs right out of the restaurant, ignoring everyone calling after him, and doesn't stop running until he's on the beach, where he hides. And he cries. He cries because his dad is gonna replace him with Techno and Wilbur, and he misses his mum even though he never met her, and because this he knows that stealing a ring and running away isn't gonna stop this proposal from happening, and because the only family dynamic he knows is going to change and he isn't ready for that. And it's just a big angst moment.

And then some fluff.

Kristen finds him hidden by the rocks, and Tommy quickly pretends he wasn't just crying bc he's a big man and shit like that. He half expects her to immediately call for Phil and then for Phil to disown him, but instead she sits with him.

She asks if he's OK and when he doesnt answer her she just goes on talking about random things as if Tommy didn't just ruin their entire holiday (about shit like how she thought the cake at the restaurant was too dry and about the stars and different constellations and she even continues asking him about minecraft) and Tommy, after a while, talks back to her.

They talk for a while, arguing about the best Minecraft block (Tommy wholeheartedly defending cobblestone like his life depends on it) until eventually Kristen asks why he did what he did. And Tommy explains everything (that can basically be summed up in "I'm scared of change")

It's just a wholesome moment really. They're just sitting behind a bunch of rocks, Tommy is spilling his guts and Kristen is just listening. And at then end of it she's there to give him a big hug.

(I imagine Tommy saying that one cliche line "please don't hurt my dad" and Kristen being like "I wouldn't dream of it" and then Tommy gives her the ring box)

But yeah, happy ending! Phil proposes to Kristen on the beach and it's all happy and nice and cool and Tommy, Techno and Wilbur watch and Techno starts crying a little bc he's so happy for his mum.

...

I came up with this last night when I couldn't sleep.

[frostedfaves]

Naive (2)

Masterlist

Pairing: demon!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: You quickly discover that Wanda is different during the night.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark!fic, demon things™️, mental manipulation, smut: oral, fingering, overstimulation, edging, penetration, sex toy use, dom/sub dynamics, biting, slapping(? just a lil)

A/N: no more thoughts except please share your own after reading this! writing this slutty shit kept me sane today so enjoy

Previous part

-

To your surprise and relief that eventually transformed into disappointment, Wanda didn’t make an appearance at all for the rest of the week. You spent each shift for the next few days anticipating her return, watching for her over the heads of shorter customers and through the shelves on your way in and out of the bookstore. You were starting to think that she was simply passing through your town and you were just lucky enough to cross paths with her.

“Hi there.”

“Wanda!” you yelp after looking up from your phone hidden behind the register, clearing your throat as you tuck it in your pocket. “Um, can I get you anything?”

“I’m surprised you remember me,” she laughs. “I’m sure you get hundreds of customers a day.” 

“You left a lasting impression,” you admit before you can stop yourself and she grins.

“So did you.”

There’s a brief pause before she adds your name to the end of her sentence with a flicker of something unrecognizable in her eyes that sends a shiver down your spine. Not knowing what else to do with yourself, you go to ask again what she’d like in the same moment she places a bottle of water on the counter.

“I got a really good recommendation the last time I was here, and I’d like to have it again.”

“Coming right up.” You ring up the exact same order, letting your gaze wander to her hand again as she inserts her card. “I never got to tell you how much I love your rings.”

“What?” She lifts her hand after removing her card and chuckles breathlessly. “Oh yeah, thanks.”

A frown appears on your features when you notice the way she grabs the receipt from you, almost as if she’s actively avoiding brushing fingers with you in the same way she did during her last visit. You’re able to replace the frown with a customer service smile, but you can’t shake the feeling that you experienced rejection before even posing a question. 

“I’ll bring it out to you soon,” you tell her before moving to the glass case, grabbing the food items and frowning again when you find her staring at you from the other side. “Is there something else I can get you?”

“What time do you get off today?” she asks in a rushed fashion.

“What?”

“I mean do you have any plans when your shift is done? I meet people all day long and you’re the first person that I’ve wanted to have a conversation with that lasts longer than a few minutes,” she explains a bit slower. 

“I only have an hour left,” you tell her as you slide her food into the oven. “What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe you could show me what fun things I could get into in this area. I’m a bit further away, Lane County, but I’m starting to enjoy it here more.”

“Well there’s a fair happening on the other side of town, if you don’t mind a long bus ride. I’m guessing you don’t since you live in Lane and you somehow ended up here.”

“Oh, I have a car.” She holds up her car keys with a grin and you laugh.

“Well then…” You pause and look over the counter to see that she’s wearing pants today. “I hope you’re not afraid of rollercoasters.”

-

Aside from the occasional flirting when you have no customers, Wanda waits patiently at the same table as before, standing and joining you the moment you reappear on the other side of the counter without your apron. Her rings are tucked away again, and she dares to brush her knuckles against yours as the two of you leave the bookstore.

“Let me get that for you,” she insists, jogging ahead of you to open the car door and you laugh.

“Is this a date? Should I be nervous right now?” you ask in a joking tone, well aware that you’re genuinely wondering.

“Only if you want it to be.”

You take a deep breath while she crosses to the driver’s side, offering her a casual smile once she’s seated next to you. She denies your request to give her the address, insisting that she’ll be able to follow your directions better instead of admitting that she just wants to hear your voice as much as possible. So you lead her to the expansive fairgrounds on the other side of town, feeling excitement build in your heart the closer you get to your destination.

“This place must hold some memories for you,” Wanda acknowledges your wide grin as she parks.

“No, I just haven’t been in a while,” you admit as you both get out of the car. “Friends are too busy and I try to avoid nighttime bus rides as much as possible.”

“You know, I don’t mind giving you rides at night. I’m well aware that public transportation isn’t the safest form of travel.”

“I couldn’t ask you to do that! You live too far.”

“Okay then.” Wanda meets you near the fair entrance and grabs your hand, sliding her fingers between yours. “I won’t give you the chance to ask.”

The two of you are latched onto each other, fingers intertwined the whole night aside from being secured on rides or bathroom trips. You’re walking into the games area, each holding a drink when you suddenly pull Wanda over to a booth. 

“Sorry, I just saw that huge giraffe and wanted to try to win it!” you explain as you release her hand to grab a ticket from your pocket. “Can you hold my drink?”

While your back is turned, Wanda sets both drinks on a nearby table and slips her rings onto her hands, returning just in time for you to finish the game. She hands your drink back to you carefully and reaches out to grab the small stuffed toy you’re offered, brushing her fingers against the attendant’s hand as she did so.

“She wants the giraffe,” she threatens, retreating with a pleased smile when he immediately pulls it down for you. “Thank you!”

“How did you do that?!” you question as she hands it to you. “I mean thank you so much, but wow. I’ve never seen anyone give in so easily.”

“I’ve spent most of my life figuring out how to get what I want, love,” she tells you in a low tone, and a shiver travels down your spine when her hand makes contact with your hip. “What do you think about getting out of here?”

“Yeah, that’s fine,” you agree quietly, starting to feel as if every other thought that enters your mind is incoherent. “Where do you want to go?”

“I’m taking you home.”

You assume she followed up on her word because you find yourself outside of your apartment building, and her hand closes around your wrist before you can leave the car.

“I had a lot of fun with you tonight.”

“Me too,” you admit, unable to prevent the smile that appears. “I guess this means you’re interested in more than friendship with me.”

“Is it that obvious?” She chuckles quietly as she raises her free hand to your jaw, watching you silently fall against her palm. “I’d bet you’d be a wonderful partner. My best girl.”

“I’d be so good for you,” you reply without hesitation, beginning to feel fuzzy and warm the longer she holds onto you.

“Yeah?” 

Your wrist drops onto the center console as the hand that isn’t resting on your jaw slips under the elastic waistband of your pants and underwear. You gasp when her fingertips begin teasing your entrance, bucking your hips slightly when you feel pressure on your clit.

“Wanda--”

“Shh, it’s okay, darling,” she assures you, slipping her thumb between your parted lips and grinning when they close around her without a fight. “I want to see how good you can be for me.”

She uses her middle finger to stroke slowly over your clit, eyes flickering over to your hips occasionally as they follow her movements. Her thumb slips further into your mouth, and your eyes flutter open when her ring touches your lips and a new sensation follows.

“You’re fine,” she soothes you when you let out a muffled whimper, sighing when she notices a group of people turn the corner at the end of the block and begin heading your way. “Let’s go inside. I don’t need an audience.”

Her fingers are removed from your underwear and in her mouth in seconds, and she practically growls as she cleans the bit of mess you left behind. You hurry out of the car and lead Wanda to your apartment, even in your haze able to remember to get her inside before Ruth sees you. In a few blinks, she’s hovering over you on the bed, and just when you think you can’t handle any more overwhelming sensations, she kisses you.

It’s breathtaking, quite literally you feel air leaving your lungs as if she’s stealing it herself. Your eyes feel like they’re glued shut and the grip she has on your waist is almost painful, but you can’t bring yourself to complain when she’s guiding you to grind on her thigh. Her lips are replaced with two of her fingers as she begins making her way down your body, carefully undressing you with her free hand and biting and kissing the skin she exposes.

“You’re unbearably wet,” she comments from between your legs, dipping her tongue inside you while stroking yours with her fingertips and humming loudly so you’ll arch into her more. “So fucking good.”

Her tongue is replaced with her fingers, and she begins slowly pumping in and out of you while sucking on your clit just to get a reaction. She grabs your hands as they go for her hair and hold them together by the wrists, readjusting so that her thumb can circle your clit when she pulls her head away.

“Being good means not touching unless I tell you to,” she scolds.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize breathlessly through moans as she picks up her pace while adding another finger.

“You’ll have plenty of time to learn. I’ve decided to make you mine.” She continues to finger you as she brings herself back over you, ignoring your gasp when you notice her darkened eyes and pinning your hands above your head. “I can’t wait to make it official.”

Her head dips down and you fall over the edge just as she sucks your earlobe into her mouth, thrusting into you forcefully as she continues you fuck you well past the end of your orgasm while her other hand pushes your pinned wrists into the mattress as hard as she can. You’re just about to cum again when she pulls away entirely, quickly unzipping her pants and freeing a toy she had tucked away.

“That’s really big,” you comment with wide eyes that immediately flutter closed when she pushes the head of the toy inside you. “Fuck.”

“Watch your mouth,” she warns you with a quick slap on your cheek, lowering her hand to hold onto your neck just below your jaw while thrusting into you more. “If it’s so big, why is my pussy swallowing it so easily?”

“Because I want it,” you whine, releasing a loud moan when she slams her hips against yours. “Please please please, I want it.”

“I know you do, love.”

Her other hand pins your wrist against the mattress again as she leans forward and begins fucking into you as hard as she can. She slips her thumb back into your mouth to reduce your screams to muffled whines, grinning to herself when you sink your teeth into her flesh a few times.

“Begging for something you can’t even handle,” she teases, prying your mouth open with her thumb as she lowers her head closer to yours. “Perhaps we should start over.”

She waits until you start to cum and slips her tongue into your waiting mouth, and everything goes dark.

[shokobuns]

"𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐲."

PAIRING: sub!gojo satoru x reader

GENRE: smut

WORD COUNT: 1.0k

WARNINGS: 16+ smut, femdom, sub!gojo, dacryphilia, edging, implied overstim, nippleplay (ish), oral (f receiving), face sitting, light degradation, bdsm dynamics, light bondage, begging, implied overstim, praise, unprotected sex

NOTES: @kanajous​ hi this is ur fault <333

“Say it, Satoru.”

He’s pretty and he knows it, talented with an aura that radiates power even when he’s being a dense, lighthearted boy. His skills and his capabilities are terrifying, always reducing you into a state of awe no matter how many times you’ve witnessed them in action. And he’s cocky, teasing you whenever he gets the chance, kissing your neck in the most inappropriate situations, always ready to show off his cute, seemingly obedient girlfriend. It leaves you hot faced, your heart thumping in your chest, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering their wings because he’s just so damn beautiful.

He’s pretty when he’s crying, too.

He’s pretty when tears prick at the corners of his eyes, when his face is flushed a deep red, when he’s completely bare with your fingers squeezing on the sides of his throat. And his eyes, his precious blue eyes, intoxicate you with a sick sense of pride because they’re watery and bright. And his lips, his parted lips with drool gathering at his chin, are adorable because his mouth is open, yet he can’t speak. No more flirtatious comments and smug smiles.

This is what Satoru was reduced to when no one was around.

And you relish in the feeling that you, only you, would ever be able to see this side to him. Only you were able to see him on his knees, your hands wrapped around his neck. Because what everyone didn’t know was that Satoru could be a little crybaby no matter how much he denied it.

“P-Please?”

“Please what? Use your big boy words.”

“Anything! I just need you on my cock!”

“So demanding,” you tsk, smirking at the needy boy in front of you, “You gotta work for it.”

You take the blindfold resting at the bedside table and wrap them around his wrists, tying a delicate knot. He gazes at you in awe and you take notice, brushing his cheek with your fingertips as your other hand purposely brushes against the top of his cock. Satoru’s breath hitches, his hips involuntary bucking up at the lightest amount of stimulation and you tsk.

“Needy today, aren’t you, baby?”

“I’ll do anything, please, I need to feel you.” He begs, doing his best to control his strength as his hands nearly pull apart the fabric.

“Anything?”

“Anything.”

You sit up, hovering above his body until your dripping cunt is aligned with his face and he licks his lips at the sight. When you finally sink down, Satoru wastes no time, immediately wrapping his lips around your sensitive clit. Your walls clamp despite the emptiness and he admires how your back arches, how your head is thrown back, how your tits look from below.

His tongue trails from your clit, lapping up the juices from your folds, before pressing down on your hole. He flattens the muscle, licking a hot strip between your folds and pressing on until you were gripping onto the headboard with white knuckles. “Such a good boy, such a pretty mouth.” You praise, tugging at the white strands of hair.

He stares back with glassy eyes, his face filled with an expression with faux innocence as he tongue fucks your hole. You can barely sit up by yourself when your orgasm approaches, your thighs spontaneously becoming weak while your walls pulsate and your breathing becomes unstable. You’re unconsciously moving in rhythm with his mouth and he’s enjoying every minute at the same time you’re creaming all over the lower half of his face.

With weak legs, you crawl backwards until your ruined cunny is right above his throbbing cock, sinking down until the tip brushes over your folds. He lets out a tiny involuntary whimper at the feeling and you notice, deciding to rub yourself on him, pushing down on his shoulders and using him as you please.

“S-Stop teasing-”

“Oh?” You pause your ministrations, a strand of slick drooling down from your pussy, connecting to the tip of his cock, “Something wrong, Bunny?”

“Please let me fuck you! I’m tired of waiting!”

“Such a needy little bitch,” you tsk, wiping a tear from his cheek with your thumb, “I guess I already put you through enough, hmm?”

You don’t wait for him to answer, only taking in the entirety of his length in one swift movement, watching his eyes roll back as you lean down to kiss the shell of his ear. You’re stuffed to the brim with his cock and it hurts, but you start out fast anyways, vigorously rocking on his lap while he’s helpless, unable to grab onto something for stability. “Love this pretty cock s’much, Toru.” You praise, hands once again wrapping around his neck.

Before he can respond, your fingers squeeze gently and the only thing he lets out is a choked sob that you swallow by leaning down to kiss him. He’s almost floating, addicted to the feeling of your walls convulsing around him and the coil in his stomach close to snapping. One of your hands comes down to tweak his nipple, pinching the nub softly and the added stimulation only makes him cry out, chest puffing up as you continue to bounce.

His cock twitches suddenly, signifying that he’s close, and you continue using his body as if it was a toy until the pressure in your stomach builds. Your cunt clenches and gushes all around him until your juices drip down to his ball sack, a wet stain on the sheets accompanied by wet noises and lewd praises. Satoru takes in all of it, every word, every moan, and he’s just about ready to pump you full of a copious amount of cum.

He’s close.

But you’re quick to get off him just as he’s about to finish. His throbbing cock springs up to his stomach, spurts of white soon coating the pale skin and it hurts. His balls are tight, length still twitching in every direction, a new set of tears streaming down his face.

“Awh, you didn’t think I was gonna let you cum so soon, did you?”

[sillysunshinesstuff]

S1 Dean and S4 Cas are a relationship dynamic that hasn't been explored to the fullest by this fandom. I'm so disappointed. Imagine the flirting, the fighting, the absolute adorable chaos that would come from these two. You thought there was sexual tension before? You're in for a whole new eye fucking drama here.

Dean being downright playful with Castiel and not so reserved because he hasn't been to hell or lost people yet. He isn't jaded or as paranoid so when he sees this literal angel who squints his eyes and tilts his head a lot, Dean is completely enamoured. He can't believe his mom was right about angels; he can't believe angels were so goddamn hot. He's always using cheesy one liners on Cas that completely go over the angel's head.

"Are you from Tennessee? Cuz you're the only ten I see."

"Dean, you know I'm a celestial being from heaven and not the U.S. state of tennessee."

Castiel's confusion with Dean immediately turning into fondness into complete adoration. Dean immediately breaks Cas out of his robotic solider persona because he's too damn playful that Cas simply couldn't keep up.

Castiel always just being in awe of Dean because he hasn't lifted this soul from hell yet and therefore doesn't know it so intimately. This soul is a complete mystery to him and he's so freaking intrigued. He's always staring at Dean - even more so than in canon - because his soul is so bright and warm and lovely. He wants to know what it feels like to hold it close, to touch it, protect it. Dean calls him out on the staring with a smug smirk and a wink. Cas tries to wink back but ends up blinking both eyes and Dean is a mess of laughter. Castiel is confused but he loves Dean's laugh. Dean always mentions "personal space" but gets closer to Cas as he says it. A wide smile on his face.

Whenever Dean has nightmares and wakes up to find Castiel watching over him, he just grabs his hand and pulls him into the bed with him. None of this repression shit. Not with a literal angel of the lord. Dean doesn't have faith in many things but he does in this one awkward cosmic entity who once told him he counted Dean's freckles and he had 234 approximately. Dean thinks it's ok to be vulnerable around this one.

Dean would immediately jump into teaching Castiel pop culture and taking him out to movies and sharing his casettes. He'd show Cas all his favorite things, like an excited child because he's been alone for so long with Sam at college and no one has ever shown an interest in the things he likes. His dad was always busy and Sam was always so different from him. Dean loves the happy surprised look on Cas' face everytime he shows him something so mundane but new all at once to the angel. Like pie or leather jackets or cats. Castiel would watch new Dr Sexy episodes with Dean and have long conversations with him about it and Dean would be so freaking happy.

Cas would want to share every small human experience with Dean. Like opening a jar for the first time, or firing a gun, or driving. Yes, S1 Dean would let Cas drive the impala. You can't convince me otherwise. Cas is practically buzzing the first time they go to a grocery store together to pick some carrots up for Sam. Dean thinks he's adorable. Cas would bring Dean small rocks he thinks are cool and Dean would line each and every one of them up on baby's dashboard.

They're always smiling around each other. Dean's playful flirting and Cas' dry humor has everyone rolling their eyes at how sickeningly cute they are. These two would fall head over heels with each other in .3 seconds and be fucking in the back of the impala in .4 seconds. It would not be a slowburn at all. They'd be so goddamn in love that they immediately start fighting heaven and hell to be together. They'd have the world saved by the end of season 1 and their wedding would be in season 2. Someone please start writing for this dynamic. I'm begging you.