#and how big he is compared to everyone else

[laura1633]

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i think this was not given the attention it deserved

it needs to be DISECTED and ANALYZED and should be sent to a forensic department for proper evaluation

like??? the smiles??? even when they werent driving against each other and had idk tense moments in the past????

also read an article in which they quoted max from 2018 and he said "i think we will be like hamilton and vettel in the future."

2018????????????? AND HE COMPARED THEMSELVES TO A HOMOEROTIC LOOKING FRIENDSHIP. LIKE WHY DONT U JUST CHANGE UR LAST NAME TO GAY.

it's the same thing as being in 2nd grade and telling urself u are going to marry the guy who doesnt interact with u more than a "can i borrow ur nb?"

Very true anon. This picture is so funny to me because I am sure this is around the time Charles was still saying that him and Max didn't have an excellent relationship and were not friends. But look at his face, look how pleased he is. If you just saw that face, would you think he was looking at someone he didn't have a great relationship with?! Charles, honey you can say whatever you want but your face does not lie! Max is no better of course, he is also grinning like an idiot. It's like seeing your crush on the school playground

It kills me when I hear Max talking about how they are going to be the big headline rivalry in F1. There is also a quote from around the time from Charles saying that Max doing so well in F1 is what motivated him. It really does feel like some sort of soulmatism - whether you want to view that in rpf terms or just in the way that we have special people in your life whose lives seem to shape and intertwine with your own. It sad that we haven't quite had that huge on track rivalry but there is still time, it just feels like it has to happen.

Their relationship arc is just so beautiful. From being so young in karting and both competing, trying to achieve the same dream of being in F1. To Charles talking about how he wasn't in F1 to make friends. To the unfollowing on instagram and them not being close. To now, where they search each other out and have this natural softness and understanding to their relationship. But no matter what stage of their relationship they were in, the respect was always there. Max saying he always knew if he made it then Charles would make it. Charles being driven by how well he had seen Max do in F1. The way Charles will say Max is aggressive in a completely different tone to everyone else because Charles means it as a compliment and believes himself to be every bit as aggressive.

Their story really does write itself.

[princessofghosts-posts]

Another post,another "Nico is OP and Riordan fucked up with his powers" discussion. I should make this a serie at this point,lmao.

Today we focus on one of his main powers,that is always there in the background: the ability to feel someone's else soul.

Now,as a son of Hades,Nico can feel when someone die thanks to their soul. It's talked a bit everywhere and it's one of his most know ability together with shadow-travelling. But it's only talked about when there is a character that died or is dying,or just feel like an aura of death around them that can make him think that they will not have a good end.

But technically this power of his isn't only focused on that. If he can feel their deaths,means that he can always sense their soul,even when they are still alive and kicking. Because otherwise it make little to no sense,because if he can't feel souls in general he shouldn't be ale to feel when they pass and viceversa. So,it's more extended than that and can be identified as a sort of soul-searching power.

And there are actually two moments in the books that made me think about this:

Nico di Angelo shuffled over,leaning on his black sword. “Leo,they’re not dead. If they were,I could feel it.”

“How can you be sure?” Leo asked. “If that pit really led to…you know…how could you sense them so far away?” Nico and Hazel shared a look,maybe comparing notes on their Hades/Pluto death radar.

Leo shivered. Hazel had never seemed like a child of the Underworld to him,but Nico di Angelo—that guy was creepy. “We can’t be one hundred percent sure,” Hazel admitted. “But I think Nico is right. Percy and Annabeth are still alive…at least,so far.”

Pag 265 of MoA,after Percy and Annabeth fell into Tartarus,from LII Leo's pov.

Nico tried to keep their spirit high by telling them that Percy and Annabeth were alive,because otherwise he would have felt their souls pass. Again,not strange since it's something that it's always there with him. But then Hazel tries to make Leo understand that their friends were still alive and it wasn't his fault what happened. Also,totally forgot how Leo was there- Bro,what do you mean you didn't think of Hazel as an Underworld child??? Acting like Frank in his Venice trip era,I see. Also,Nico got released from that fuckin jar not even 30 minutes ago,after days starving and suffocating,what the hell were you thinking-???

Anyway-

“We need to leave,” Nico said. “Soon.”

Jason had been having the same feeling, but hearing Nico say it made him even edgier. “You sense something?”

“Percy is close to the Doors,” Nico said. “He’ll need us if he’s going to make it through alive.” Jason noticed that he didn’t mention Annabeth. He decided not to bring that up.

Page 324 of HoH,when the crew was blocked for a bit in Notus's palace,from LVII Jason's pov.

Nico there explicitly tells Jason that Percy,and by extension Annabeth,is close to the doors,even tho at the time he was alive and kicking,and not dying. So,Nico was searching for Percy's soul in the meantime,tracking their path in Tartarus,and making sure they would catch up to them in time to help them out. The Leo scene is also a way that make us realize that Hazel too is capable of this,even tho probably not as much as Nico.

Y'all know what this means? Nico can feel everyone's soul in every minute of his,and their,life. He probably tuned it down and focused only on the ones he cares about after he learned to better control it,but this is still insane. And he use this advance to track people's position down like a fucking GPS,and his geo-kinesis powers probably have a big part in this. Nico is basically Google Maps but without the map and only the souls.

He started to properly use his powers during BotL,with Minos help right? Even tho he wasn't that much of a teacher he still made Nico learn how to properly summon the dead,with the rituals and the offerings too,and how to control them. So,before that,Nico didn't know what to do,which mean he felt everyone's soul on the fucking Earth Every. Single. Fucking. Day. and couldn't stop it because he didn't know how at the time,and probably felt more than one death per day. At 10 years old. And after loosing his last family member (that he knew of,of course,since Hades wasn't yet in the picture) and feeling her soul being judged too. The mental health damage here is insane.

Nico di Angelo should be totally insane but he isn't (thanks the gods).

He is basically a fucking tracking device and people only focus on the "he can feel when someone's soul dies" part. THERE IS MORE and Riordan barely wrote about it. Dude,why would you continue to torture us like that?? Let the boy have his powers without erasing or leaving them there to be.

And,idk if I remember correctly but I think in BotL,when they were in the Labyrinth and before they all gathered at the ranch,Percy made a comment about how he could feel Nico getting closer to them??? I might be wrong tho,because I can't find that part,but if it's true,then it's mean that Big 3 kids can detect each other??? Like,they can feel each other's powers or have some Bluetooth shit going on– and this would explain why Nico could feel Percy in fucking TARTARUS (if it isn't about his soul-searching power,but I'm pretty sure it is).

This also is extremely efficent because he can just track down his enemies's souls and just shadowtravel where they are to kill them off. HE IS UNSTOPPABLE.

And extremely OP,but Rick will try to erase that anyway because he fucked up and doesn't know how to adjust his powers and balance him.

[chibishortdeath]

Goodness, these doodles were all staggered in a way on the pages that made it really hard to take pictures of them and get everyone in there (>< ).

Explanations for all of it under here ⤵️ :3

I drew my Ratchet!!! My little guy!!! I’ve looked him up and he’s a little like “authentics” line one. He’s got really loose joints and his knees don’t bend hahahahsjdksjsjk, but yeahg. Tbh the big outer shells kind of design goes hard. Ratchet could benefit greatly from having shields on him, second doodle is a demonstration of those being used lol.

Hehehehehe he’s so fucking cute oh my god how did they make this one robot design to appeal to me specifically I’m gonna die— he’s sitting there so pleasant and polite :3.

This is an attempt at a Ratchet design that combines a bunch of other ones! I was trying to pick out stuff that I liked (big collar looking part, massive tiddie window with the ECG display, G1 as a base because G1 Ratchet is so aaaoiugauaugoihghgghhgh), but eh idk. I’m gonna go through a couple revisions of this design before I decide on one. Cause I did like uh start writing a fan continuity 💀💀💀. Like deadass I binged two seasons of G1 and was already so hooked and hyped that I started making OCs and plot lines and shit LMAO. The transformers hyperfixation got hands fr. Also, next to him is Starscream and a little very not finished Drift for size comparison :).

The largest Ratchet here was my first attempt at drawing him! I spent an unreasonably long amount of time trying to get his legs correct 💀💀💀. Directly next to him on the top is a little doodle that says “usagi ringo” and it’s comparing his forehead chevron to the style of cutting apples to look like rabbits of the same name hehe. And next to that is a bishoujo figure design because oh my god it would be so easy to make one of him and so peak— more on that later cause I’m proud of the design so it’s on here twice XD. Below those two: doodles of Starscream getting shot! 💀 There’s a lot of context behind these, but shortened version is Megatron got mad and shot him 💀💀💀. Any other explanation would be getting into continuity ideas I have not finished nor finalized yet lol.

Guys hear me out it would be so easy— he’s already got a boob window— and the red section of him looks like a bodysuit— it would be so so easy and so so peak please bishoujo line figure company— I would pay an unwise amount of money for silly anime girl pinup hahahajdkskkdksjskdkdahsj. Also smaller not skirt version as well if they wanted to go full “the red section looks like a bodysuit” lmao

Megatron!!! I tried to incorporate a lot of details that the original toy had like the chest decals and the gun elements :3c. The g1 toy is so funny holy shit dude, he’s so top heavy and has like teeny pencil legs it’s so dumb I want one 😭😭😭. Next to the ref image of him, there’s one doodle that’s like a shitpost of this stock photo of a guy drinking while watching TV, an unfinished doodle based on a pose ref from Pinterest, and an even smaller shitpost with him and Starscream and their shirts say “I’m high as fuck and have a gun in my backpack” and “cunt era” hahskdjkssj (X X).

Another Starscream practice and some other characters that require a lot of explanation— So, this big combiner guy that’s in this and the next photo is a combiner named Modulus and I found out about him in a very goofy way. A friend of mine saw a figure of a little known character (Medix) at Walgreens, didn’t get him, looked him up later, and went down a rabbit hole on the wiki, finding out this guy is part of Modulus, a combiner who… doesn’t exist??? 💀💀💀 Modulus only exists as a concept that was included in the instructions of one of his components and NOTHING ELSE HAHSJDKSHSJK. It is the most batshit insane thing, tiny wiki article and everything X,,,,,,D. But what’s really WEIRD about him is that— HE KINDA FUCKING FITS WITH AND TIES TOGETHER A BUNCH OF LOOSE IDEAS I HAD FOR CONTINUITY STUFF 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀?????????????? Idk it’s so scarily close it’s like as if I willed this guy into existence LMAOOO. Anyway, members of Modulus include: Scattershot, Medix, Ratchet, Starscream, and Rook. Two of these characters are like replacement members for other combiners that were basically created just so random games could function. One is the leader of another gestalt, BUT he’s also been in a TON of other ones. And then suddenly Ratchet and Starscream??? And in the original incarnation of the character, it was SG Starscream too????????? It’s not gonna be in my continuity (I have ideas—), but lol they just dropped the guy from another universe in there what 💀. Insane, deranged, maybe peak even. Why the hell did I end up latching onto the combiner that isn’t real help me (ToT ).

Above Modulus, there’s some doodles of Ratchet, Cliffjumper, Mirage, and Bumblebee, BUT these aren’t just those guys, oh no, it’s something worse hahahahahhasjsksk. My raised on undertale dumbass got plagued with the cursed idea of “huh, if Shattered Glass is like the Hasbro official swap au— F e l l A U” and uh… this exists now 💀. Fell AU (name pending) is basically just “the thing but edgier”, so in this universe the Autobots are still like The Good Guys™️, but they’re stuck in bad conditions. For that to happen, they’d have to not have access to renewable energy, meaning either humanity did not welcome them with open arms, there’s some kind of general crisis happening on Earth, or some mixture of both. So Fell (name pending) Ratchet is basically G1 Ratchet, but wayyy more stressed out cause they’re always short on things and barely scraping by. He’s visibly missing parts and damaged and he just does whatever quick temporary fix about it because his focus is on everyone else over himself; he lost an optic, a hand (that he’s replaced with his main tools), he’s got a crack in his screen, etc etc. Procedures are always messy and painful cause he’s just using what he has and the whole time he’s apologizing and trying his damndest to do the best he can— He’s a sweetie still, but man he could use a break (he will not get one alas). Cliffjumper is even more high strung and tempered than usual, he’s also got a nose ring and sharper horns for the edge lol. Mirage has his darker mask like coloring from the toy and typically is invisible far more often. They used to really fight a lot, but they’ve since gotten to a point where they’re the two each other trust the most. Cliffjumper does a lot of reckless shit and gets injured a lot (_ _ ). Then there’s Bumblebee. His colorscheme is still yellow and black, but they’re reversed. The reason for this is Edgy™️ but the in universe is that darker paints is just what they have. He’s also not the plucky rookie at all, he’s already gotten pretty jaded and hardened by everything, which makes Optimus really sad— he does get some rare moments of lighthearted antics because of Spike though. Idk it’s a funny AU concept and I might do more about it simply cause I think the Ratchet design goes hard lol XD.

[wwheeljack]

Blitzwing in IDW 2019.

[moldieecheese]

This whole time I thought pedro was like one of those lil tiny turtles and i never bothered to recheck

and then I went back into the fic to rediscover that he's a TORTOISE 😞

Pedro nation im so sorry

I had to draw him lore accurate at least once before the year ends so here's a lil something

christmas themed too bc it's technically already christmas for me and other latinos 🐸

he brings me immense joy

[fantasticalleigh]

Where Melo. Where. Show me my little guy.

[vaniliens]

Im not even sticking around for the drama that stuff gives me heart diseases im just here to see where this guys gonna lead us and to make fun of him if it ends up bad and ignore it if it was good

[arolesbianism]

Sometimes I just look at Isabeau and just know that if isat came out and I got into it when I was like 16 he would be my favorite character and I would've gone absolutely buck wild over this man and feel like he was laser targeting me. But alas Odile has a grip of steel on me rn due to her virtue of being a middle aged woman

[nightingaletrash]

Joey: *is being burned alive* Mokuba: this is getting out of hand, we should probably stop this Kaiba: nope, gotta see this so I can win a card game

[reanimatedgh0ul]

atp i think the difference btwn my take on danny in re:animated au vs where he's more canon compliant is his relationship to being a hero

[getreadytosmash]

Sometimes there's just lids on things u don't wanna open

[neverendingford]

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[cheapshrimpysheep]

Dating in a Dream - Vil Schoenheit

SUMMARY: What would his dream be like, exactly the same as in the original story, but with the small detail that he is dreaming that you two are dating?

CHARACTERS: Vil Schoenheit x Reader 👑🦐

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; In a Relationship (kinda); Kiss

WARNING: Spoilers from Book 7, Vil’s dream and Vil's Red Carpet Cadets (Eng Server)

WORD COUNT: 6.460 words (I may or may not have been overly... inspired)

COMMENTS: This was written as a companion piece to the original dream story, so the parts that are the same as the game are just summarized.

I hope you enjoy 👑

Dating in a Dream: Idia / Epel / Rook / (Vil) / Kalim / ...

“Aether signal tracking successful.” Ortho says when you land in the new dream, along with Grim, Silver, Sebek, Epel and Rook. “We have arrived at the designated coordinates.”

After Silver checks if Rook is feeling okay after the trip from one dream to another, and he said that not only was he great but he was also able to enjoy the view, you all realize you're not in Night Raven College, or even anywhere on Sage's Island. Where were you?

Rook recognizes the entrance arch that says ‘Queen's Film Studios’. Acording to him, you were in Maquillaville, in the Shaftlands. And if you know anyone with ties to this place... That person just emerged from inside the studio to be met with a huge group of screaming fans at the entrance.

You see Vil in new clothes, a hat and sunglasses signing autographs and taking pictures with fans. You also see the dreamer's silver bird around his head. But shortly afterward he excused himself and returned to the studios.

“He really is... THE FAIREST ONE OF ALL!” the fans scream.

“I KNOW!” Rook joins them. “Even the most sparkling gems lose their luster compared to his beauty.”

After that, while everyone is talking about that dream and how it doesn't seem much different from Vil's real life, Grim decides to enter the studio premises and follow him to find out more. You all follow Grim because it’s better to stay together and also not to stray too far from the dreamer.

You lost track of Grim and the studio premises were so big that you couldn't find him or Vil anywhere.

“Hey, you. Why didn't you bring a parasol?” You hear Vil's familiar voice and tone complaining.

It was coming from inside one of the studios so you follow it. You find Grim, also spying on what was going on inside. When Sebek starts to speak, Grim jumps up to cover his mouth with his paw and tell him not to talk so loud. You all peek inside the studio.

“I'm fairly certain I told you to always bring a parasol whenever I spend more than five minutes outdoors, did I not?” Vil was telling someone you couldn't tell who it was.

“Ah, I'm sorry. I forgot it in the car.” The other person responds clearly regretfully.

“Unbelievable. What kind of assistant are you? And there's more...”

Vil keeps complaining to his assistant about finding trash on the floor of his dressing room and fingerprints on the mirror. Despite the assistant's apologies Vil calls him a "Useless boy!" before telling him to go get cleaning equipment to get that floor and mirror sparkling. The assistant complies with the order and runs out of the studio, where ends up bumping into Rook. And this is when you discover that the assistant was none other than Neige LeBlanche.

“Excuse me.” Vil comes to see what's going on. “Why are you making a racket in... Huh?! Who are you people?!”

You come closer to tell him that you are just students.

“(Y/N)?!” Vil recognizes you, but he's more shocked to see you there than to come face to face with a bunch of supposed strangers. “Students? What are you doing with students? And what are they doing inside the studio? I hadn't heard there were any tours scheduled.”

“Take a closer look, Vil!” Grim says. “See anyone else familiar?”

“Oh, ick! what's this filthy stray cat doing here?”

“Mrah?! Stray cat?! You recognize my hench-human but you don't recognize me?!”

“Hench-human? Are you referring to (Y/N)? Who do you think you are to address them that way? Actually, who do you think you are to address them at all? (Y/N), come here.”

You walk over to him, mainly because maybe if you follow what he says you can find out more about what's going on in his dream. When you get close enough he takes your hand to gently pull you to his side, but slightly behind him.

“Stop being insulting and talking nonsense...” He keeps talking to Grim. “Hey! Keep your dirty paws off me. You'll get fur on my clothes. Shoo! Shoo!”

“Vil!” You say, shocked at the way he is treating Grim. “What are you saying? Why are you treating him like this?”

Vil turns to you and whispers just to you: “You can't simply walk around hanging out with just anyone. Firstly because you don't know these people, and secondly because your standards should be much higher. You can't be so naive and let your guard down so easily. What were you thinking?” He turns back to the group. “I suppose there ARE troublesome fans out there who can't distinguish fantasy from reality. For that matter, how long have you been eavesdropping on me?”

“Since you started yelling at your assistant for not bringing you a parasol.” Silver simply admits.

“So the entire time, is what you're telling me? Ugh, unbelievable. Aha, I think I get it now - you're all paparazzi disguised as students. You're probably looking to besmirch my beautiful reputation. And you even have the audacity to deceive and take advantage of (Y/N)'s kindness. Well, you'll be doing no such thing.”

Vil glared at Neige.

“You! This is yet another result of you failing to have your act together as my assistant. What will you do if my carefully cultivated reputation gets dragged through the mud?! Or worse, what if something happens to (Y/N)?!”

“I... I'm terribly sorry, sir!”

“Vil! They are my friends!” You say quickly. “Grim has always been with me. How come you only remember me?”

“Grim? Are you talking about that stray... whait... Grim...? And you...?”

The bond between the two of you is so strong that even Vil's imagination is having trouble explaining how you and Grim wouldn't know each other. And his head starts to hurt.

“You don’t think that Paparazzi would use mind control on someone if one of them was a mage, do you, Vil?” Neige says, but in a somewhat strange way. “And surely the stone in the kitten's bow is just a harmless pendant... or is it?”

Vil’s head stops hurting and he pauses for a second, in complete shock.

“Eject these mosquitos from the premises at once, and contact security immediately!”

“Yes, sir! Right away, sir!”

“As for you people” He turns to the group. “You'll see what happens if you dare to post online about what you eavesdropped on today. I'll use every means at my disposal to force-feed you all poison apples. And...” Vil's tone became darker, “If you used any kind of spell on (Y/N), I will create a new poison just for you. So deadly that waking from a slumber won't even be an option.”

Neige leads the rest of the group to the exit gate, while Vil puts an arm around you to lead you into the studio. You hear Grim whimper your name.

Vil takes you to his dressing room, a place as luxurious as you could imagine he would dream of. You ask what's going on but he seems to ignore you and cups your face with his hands. His face very close to yours and his gaze searching your eyes.

“Your eyes look normal.” Vil says still analyzing your face. “Did you eat anything they gave you? Open your mouth.”

You look away and gently push Vil away with your arms, saying that he is overreacting and that they didn't do anything to you. Vil sighs.

“Stay here. I'll call a mage doctor. I won't be long.”

With the greatest of casualness, he kisses your forehead and leaves the dressing room, leaving you alone inside. You hear the door latch. Your reflex is to try to open the door and that's how you confirm that he locked you inside. At that moment you start receiving messages on your phone. They’re from Idia.

«Hey, don't try to wake Vil up alone. It's dangerous while the party is separated. Especially since you can’t use magic to protect yourself from the darkness. Try to know what your role is in Vil's dream and act on it. If the darkness doesn't see you as a threat to the stability of the dream, in principle, it will not attack you.»

You tell him what happened and that Vil went to call a mage doctor.

«I see. I'll access the doctor's code and have them say that you're fine, but that your memories of Vil have been affected. That way you can ask him questions to better understand your relationship with him without him suspecting that something is wrong. Btw, be careful with Neige.»

After a minute, Idia sends you a message saying that Vil and the doctor should be on their way. After that you hear footsteps approaching the door and it being unlocked.

After examining you, the doctor said what Idia programmed them to say. When Vil hears the doctor say that your memories with him have been affected, he seems worried for a split second, but then quickly returns to his stoic demeanor. The doctor adds that it is not a serious loss and that he will only need to answer the questions you have for him to start improving and recovering your memory completely. This time, Vil doesn't hide his relief. And to take more blame off you, the doctor said that your memory loss was due to inhaling some potion in a gaseous state, and that you probably haven't even interacted with those people before that.

After the doctor leaves the dressing room and closes the door behind them, Vil takes you to the couch and sits on it with you. He cups your face again to make you look at him.

“What do you remember about me?” he asks with some sadness in both his voice and his beautiful face. “You seem to know who I am at least.”

He takes his hands off your face and you tell him what you remember: that you know who and what he is. Vil Schoenheit, a super famous actor and model.

“Well... yes... that's pretty much what anyone could know about me. This is better than nothing, but is there anything you know about me that you think no one else might knows?”

Since Vil doesn't remember Rook, your chances increase significantly. But what could you say? You already know that in his dream he was never an NRC student. Much less the Housewarden of Pomefiore. Your options weren't many, but what about...

“Your father is Erik Venue. But you don't want people to know because you don't want them to think that all your success is just nepotism. You want to achieve things through hard work and by truly deserving them.”

Vil starts by smiling, until he llaughs heartwarmingly, something rare, and maybe for that reason absolutely beautiful. He holds your face still with one hand on one cheek while he kisses the other affectionately.

“It seems that not much was lost.” He says with a genuine smile. “I think I should be the one letting you ask the questions now, shouldn't I?”

Finally! The first thing you ask is what is the relationship between the two of you? After all, how come you were the only one he remembered? Were you two friends?

“Friends? Well, I believe that too.” He gives you a sad smile. “We... are a couple. I am your boyfriend.” He laughs at your surprised reaction. “I know, it's hard to believe that out of everyone I chose you to be my beloved. Many would question that...” He pauses and then becomes serious again. “And that's why our relationship is secret. Your arrival in this world is still recent. You still need time to adjust. I didn't want you to have to deal with fame and media pressure at the same time.”

“So... I really came from another world. That is still the same... as I remember, I mean...” You say, but if he has never been to NRC... “But how did we meet?”

Vil’s gaze becomes even sadder.

“I had been cast as a student at an prestigious arcane academy for a new series. One of the props for the school was a replica of the Fairest Queen's mirror. But there was some mix-up and instead of a fake replica being delivered to the studio, a real one was delivered instead. And in the middle of filming you simply appeared out of that mirror that everyone thought was fake.” He chuckles. “I still remember the commotion.”

So your arrival in Twisted-Wonderland was an unforeseen event during the filming of a new series he was on. You were going to ask what happened next, but someone knocked on the dressing room door. Vil says they can come in and after the door opens you see Neige.

“What do you want?” Vil automatically became ruder when he saw who it was. “If you’re not here to notify me of an emergency then don't waste my time.”

“The... That group of students has already been expelled from the studio premises. And... um... the director is calling for you... to film the next scene...”

Vil sighs and places his fingers on the bridge of his nose for a moment. After thinking for a second he looks at Neige dissatisfied. “I won't leave them in your incompetent care again.” He gets up from the sofa and extends his hand to you. “Come with me.”

You give him your hand and he helps you up gentlemanly, then he offers you his arm so you can intertwine yours with his and the two of you leave the dressing room together. Neige immediately moves out of your way, practically in fear. And you felt bad about it.

“You really can't just not care about him, can you?” Vil says, almost disappointed. He sighs. “I never knew if that was a quality or a defect. Leave him be. He failed his duties. His carelessness put you in danger and made you lose important memories. Know that he is very lucky that I didn't do something worse to him than simply being... stricter than normal.” He was speaking softly despite how angry Neige actually made him, or at least that Neige.

When you arrived at the scene he told you to sit in his chair and if you needed anything you could just ask the staff. You stood there watching the recordings and whatever you asked for, someone from the staff would bring it to you, even if it was the most absurd thing. After all, it was a dream. But you didn't abuse it too much. You couldn't risk waking Vil up yet.

While filming was taking place, you received updates from the others and all the discrepancies and differences between the real world and that dream world. Vil had gotten a lot of lead roles since he was little, instead os the antagonist roles. And Neige wasn’t an actor in this dream world, so he was no competition for Vil. In response you tell them what you discovered about your relationship with Vil. They didn't respond for a long time, so you asked if something had happened. Epel was the one exchanging messages with you.

«Sorry. We were too shocked. I mean surprised. Rook already knew. By the way, he isfwerd»

«Oh, I can't wait to see the two of you together! I know you make an absolutely beautiful couple. I'm going to return the phone to Epel now. Sorry for the interruption.»

«I hope this isn't too uncomfortable for you. Rook is smiling weirdly. Wait! Do you like Vil too? It wouldn't be a big surprise. You would have good taste at least. Wait, what am I saying?! Back to the plan to wake him up!...”

Later that day was the Diamond Movie Awards, where Rook assumed that Vil would win the award for Best Actor. In the real world, Neige was the youngest actor to win this award at age 14. Vil wanted to be him, so he must dream about it. They would infiltrate the awards staff and use the loudspeakers. You would just need to stay safe until then.

“Hi (Y/N).” Someone greets you sweetly. You look up from your phone and find Neige smiling at you, which is then replaced by an expression of guilt. “I'm sorry for what happened. I shouldn't have left you alone. I heard you lost memories of Vil because of this. I'm so sorry... *sniff*”

He was being so sweet that you even felt sorry for him. Especially remembering how Vil treated him. You say everything is fine and that you forgive him. He smiles at you, weakly, and asks if there is anything he can do for you.

“You may call our driver.” Vil says to Neige as he approaches the two of you. “Filming is over. We'll be heading to the Queen's Palace for the Diamond Movie Awards ceremony.”

“Y-yes, sir. Right away.” Neige steps back to make the call.

Vil extends his hand to you for you to take and stand up. He looks you up and down.

“Oh, right, you're still wearing that uniform. Let us change it, shall we?” With a snap of his fingers Vil uses magic to change your uniform into beautiful clothes. A dress if you prefer. This also gives you the makeup you like the most to use and a hairstyle that suits you perfectly. “Much better.” he comments. “Much more suited to your beauty.”

“The driver is now heading to the usual location.” Neige informs you. “We can go now if you want. Oh! (Y/N), those clothes look beautiful on you.”

“Of course they do.” Vil retorts. “I would never allow them to dress in less than the best for them.”

The three of you go to a place away from the main entrance where Vil's fans were all, where a beautiful and luxurious, but relatively discreet car awaits you. The driver is standing outside and opens the door for you and Vil to get in and sit in the back seats. Neige goes to the passenger seat.

“You're looking around like it's the first time you've sat in this car.” Vil chuckles. “You must have forgotten about these trips as well. But I can't say it's a bad thing. That enchanted look of yours always suits you beautifully. Do you still remember what the Diamond Movie Awards are?”

Rook had told you via message what they were. The biggest awards in cinema and how much Vil wanted to win the award for Best Actor. You tell Vil this and he looks pleased.

“I hope you're not nervous. After all, I am the one who is nominated. But remember, our relationship is secret, okay? You will accompany me along with LeBlanche as one of my assistants. And don't worry, after today, you and recovering your lost memories will be my top priority.” he comes close and kisses your forehead. “When we arrive we will have to separate on the red carpet. Follow LeBlanche and we'll meet at the entrance later, understood? And don't talk to strangers!”

If you look at him annoyed because it seems like he's treating you like a child, he'll laugh.

“Call me overprotective if you wish, but I won't allow anyone with bad intentions to even come close to you again.” he says seriously and determined. “At least not until your memory returns and we find a way to protect you against other possible magical threats.”

He looks out the window and realizes that you are arriving. He looks back at you with a tender look.

“You know, even though I don't believe in acts of good luck, you insisted that we have one between us. Do you remember?” He gets a little sad when he sees you reply that you don't. “It's a little cliché too. I learned to appreciate them with you. A good luck kiss. It may not have any power to bring good luck, because I don't need it, but I can not deny that it makes me happy and improves my mood even more, which is reflected in the photos. I understand if you don't feel comfortable doing it, I don't know how amenesia might be affecting you at the moment. But know that nothing would make me happier than receiving a kiss from you today. Even on days when I don't win an award, your kiss always reminds me that I have already received the greatest award of all. Oh, no, not you, I meant...” he looks slightly embarrassed about what he's going to say next. “At least what I believe it to be... True love... But don't worry, I don't need a kiss to know this. However, it's always a nice thing to receive.” he smiles confidently.

You feel the car slowing down. You were arriving. As he reminds you to follow Neige, you decide to give him what he wanted. You interrupt him with a kiss on the lips and feel him smile. When you part you see his amethyst eyes looking at yours smugly.

“I see you haven't forgotten your cheekiness. No one else has the audacity to even interrupt me. Such a lack of manners. We'll have to deal with that later.” However, he was smiling the whole time. He comes closer as if he's going to kiss you again, but instead he speaks with his lips almost touching yours. “You also forgot a rule I have with you. You're only allowed to smudge my makeup after all my work is done. And I still have an award to win.”

He finally pulls his face away from yours to grab a mirror and check his lips. He smiled when he saw that his lipstick was still flawless.

“I don't know if this lipstick has more quality than I thought or if is just you that are very skilled. Let us go with bouth.”

The car stops in front of the entrance to the red carpet.

“Thank you.” he tells you tenderly. “I'll meet you inside, my love.”

Both the driver and Neige got out of the car. The driver to open Vil's door and Neige to open yours. While Vil went out to be photographed and filmed on the red carpet, you went out with Neige on another path to the interior of the Queen's Palace.

As soon as you and Neige arrived inside, you were led directly to your seats. Neige told you to leave the seat between you two empty for Vil. He would want to sit next to you. What he did as soon as he arrived.

The awards ceremony takes place as normal until the time comes to present the award for best actor. Which is, unsurprisingly, announced to Vil. At the podium, where you and Neige were also because you had accompanied Vil, the voice over the speakers begins to describe Vil's acting career, but not the one he was dreaming of having. Rook was describing his real career including the fact that he was only cast for antagonist roles.

“What is the emcee saying? They're getting my career history all wrong! This mean-spirited joke on a happy occasion has gone on long enough. Someone cut that speaker off right now!”

Rook mentions Night Raven College and the movie club and this makes Vil start to remember.

“My filming schedule is tight as it is. How would I have time to go to some boarding school on an island way out in - Hrk! ... My head...! How do I know where it's located, and what kind of school it is...?”

“Because that's where we really met, Vil.” you tell him. “That school, the mirror, none of that was a movie, it was real. And you weren't cast in the role of a student, you were one of the students! And not just any student, you were a housewarden, the...”

“Housewarden of Pomefiore” Rook says in unison with you. “The dorm based upon the Faires Queen's spirit of tenacity! Our own fair queen, our Roi du Poison!”

Rook and Epel reveal themselves, dressed in their Pomefiore uniforms, which makes Vil start to remember them. And his headaches come back.

“Vil, are you all right?!” Neige rush to him. “Hurry, someone call an ambulance! Security, what are you doing?! Eject these intruders immediately!”

All the people in the audience started to turn into black, goopy figures, and Vil was being swept away by a sea of darkness, separating him from you, Rook and Epel. And then, another dark figure suddenly formed.... a copy of you.

“Vil, are you okay, my dear?” That darkness version of you said to him in a soft, loving tone. “Everything is fine. Just focus on me. Focus on us...”

“Here it is...” Neige said to him. “The Best Actor trophy you've always wanted. Look, it's all gold and sparkly... isn't it pretty?”

“Yes... It is... This is what I've always wanted. Proof that I'm the best in the world...”

Meanwhile, the dark figures had reached you and as the others faced them, the shadows prevented Vil from seeing you. No matter how much you or the others shouted, Vil didn't hear you either.

“Heheheh. That's it. Just stay here, and you can be the best in the world forever and ever, all without having to put in any work.” Neige continued. “You won't have to do any rigorous training or follow any tedious skincare routines to maintain your beauty.”

“And I will always be by your side.” Your darkness lookalike added. “To give you all the love you deserve, unconditionally. To be your safe place. The final crucial piece of your perfect happily ever after. Just like in those fairy tales.”

“You... (Y/N)... I never needed to compete for your love... You just... make me so happy... and rested... My... happily ever after...”

“And I will continue to make you feel loved... Just worthy of being loved... Without worrying about being perfect... Now and forever, my fairest one of all... So... Go on, Vil. Just close your eyes... and stay here with me.”

Seeing that Vil is going to let himself sink into the darkness, Rook uses his signature spell, I See You, so he can find Vil later. And Vil disappears, along with the dark versions of you and Neige.

After getting rid of the darkness figures that were attacking you, you all jump into the black goop after Vil.

You ended up on the interior of the Night Raven College coliseum, where you find Neige lying unconscious on the floor, while his friends cry wondering what happened. This was a reenactment of what happened on the day of the SDC, but what would have happened, or what Vil wanted to have happened, if Neige had drunk the poison apple juice he gave him. Epel uses his signature spell, Sleep Kiss, to stabilize Neige before you all run onto the stage.

The title of SDC winners was being awarded to Night Raven College and all the students who participated with Vil were celebrating, Ace, Deuce, Jamil, Kalim, even Epel and Rook. But there was something disturbing about them, their faces were flat and their skin was that black goop.

You and the others run up to him and shout Vil's name to get his attention. Seeing two Rooks and two Epels helped make Vil start to realize that something wasn't right. They remind Vil that they didn't win the SDC, they came second, they lost to Neige and Royal Sword Academy.

The shadowy figures tried to convince Vil to believe in the reality of the dream, that Neige felt unwell and so he and his friends had to withdraw from the competition. But Rook continued, reminding him of what really happened that day, how the plan to poison Neige had failed and how Vil had not been able to forgive himself for even trying to do so.

But perhaps it was this pain that made him realize what true beauty is, and what led him to the events on the Island of Woe. Where he displayed utter beauty beyond any other! And when he proclaimed, “At this exact moment, I am the fairest one of all!”

This is what makes Vil finally remember, break the dream around him and wake up. He thanks you all and hugs Rook and Epel. He looks at you, but just when it seems like he's going to say something to you or even ask you to join the hug, the ground starts to shake and the sky cracking open. You all prepare to evacuate yourselves to the dreamway, but darkness catches Vil. And unfortunately, in order for you to save yourselves, you have to leave Vil behind. Regardless of your attempts to save him.

In the dreamway:

If you, like Rook and Epel, want to go back to the dream to save Vil:

Then you will be one more person for the rest of the group to contain and prevent from going back to that dream until it is safe. “Oh, Trickster, how I understand your aching heart.” Rook says, surprisingly calming down a little. “But now your desire to run into danger to save your loved one puts me in a difficult situation.” “What? What do you mean?” Epel questions. “And why did you suddenly stopped fighting to come back?” “Because now, dear pommette, we both have a dilemma on our hands.” Epel looks confused and Rook continues. “On one hand, we must save our Queen. But on the other... We must protect our Queen's Beloved!” “Well, there are two of us.” Epel says with a smug smile. “One tries to get back there and the other stops (Y/N) from getting back there.” “That seems to define a hypocritical action.” Ortho points it out. Epel recognizes this and becomes frustrated. You'll have to wait until the dream stabilizes again, but the three of you are restless and try to return to the dream every 10 seconds.

If you are calm like the rest of the group despite your worry:

“How can you be so calm!?” Epel questions you, outraged. “It's Vil who's trapped there! I thought you liked him too!” “Epel!” Rook censors him, patiently. “It is not because one is calm that they aren't suffering. None of us deal with desperate situations in the same way. And that must not invalidate others feelings.” “Urg! ... I... I’m sorry, (Y/N)...” Epel says regretfully. You explain to them why you are calm. You know that was the only solution. Just like the Shroud brothers explained, either you left Vil behind and tried to save everyone, or you stayed behind and ran the risk of something happening to one of you and never waking up again. “Besides...” You continue. “Vil is already awake. Don't tell me you think your Fair Queen isn't capable of facing whatever comes her way now?” “A... A....” Rook's eyes start to water. “ABSOLUE BEAUTÉ!” Even Epel gets startled by that shout. “The way you soothe your worries by having faith and trust in him!” He actually starts to cry emotionally. “There are no words to describe the beauty of your love! I should treat you like royalty as well!” Epel agrees with Rook, but starts to feel a little embarrassed by the situation and tries to tell him to calm down.

As soon as you all return to Vil's dream and see him safe and sound in front of the Queen's Palace, Rook and Epel immediately run to hug him.

If you, like Rook and Epel, were so worried about him that you wanted to go back to the dream to save him, you also run to him to hug him.

Rook and Epel move away a little so that the hug is mostly between the two of you and they are hugging you both. The others comment on how difficult it was to keep the three of you away from the dream to save him. Rook tells him how he was torn between returning to the dream or keeping you safe. “I hope you know what I would have told you to do.” Vil says. “To protect (Y/N) at all costs.” Rook answers with certainty. “Even if you have to lose me to do so.” Vil adds, in such a serious way that even Rook is a little surprised. “And you!” he tells you, as if he is upset. “You don't have magical powers, you would be in more danger than me. Never put yourself in that kind of situation, understand!” After a second, he sighs and smiles. “Thank you... to all of you.”

If you were calm in the dreamway:

The others comment on how difficult it was to keep Rook and Epel away from the dream to save him. He laughs at it. “Oh, Vil, I must admit” Rook tells him. “The faith and trust that (Y/N) has in you are simply magnifiques! They remained calm the whole time because they believed you were strong enough to face anything. *sniff* B-beauté...” “Are you going to start crying again?” Epel laughs, as does Vil. Vil saw you standing there looking at them, clearly wanting to join in the hug, but respectfully staying back. After finishing the hug with Rook and Epel, Vil approaches you. “Are you really going to say you weren't worried at all?” He asks with a smirk. Of course you were worried, but you knew it was something he would have to face alone. The best thing you could do was keep yourself and the others safe while he ‘sorted out this problem’. “But I knew you would be strong enough.” You add. “I mean, if even Idia could defeat the darkness...” Vil laughs with you. “A lot of smugness for someone who would be swallowed up by the darkness if it weren't for people who can actually use magic. Whehe-” Idia suddenly notices Vil looking at the tablet he was speaking through in a scary and threatening way. “HICK!” You tell Vil that it's okay, after all, you started it. He smiles at you in response.

“Wait...” Vil says to you, thinking. “I’m just now realizing something. The part of the dream where you were with me after supposedly losing your memory. This was after you all showed up, and you were with the group. So... does that mean...” he widens his eyes. “Was it YOU? The real you? All that time?”

You confirm. If you thought the clothes he gave you didn't already give you away, you look at them and see that you were wearing your school uniform. Your clothes must have gone back to normal when Vil woke up.

“In that case...” Vil regains his composure. “Would you allow me to speak to you alone for a moment?”

“If it's about you and (Y/N) dating in the dream, you don't have to worry, we already have that information.” Ortho says, casually.

Vil's eyebrows rise in surprise for a split of a second, but then he quickly returns to his composure.

“Even so, I would still like to discuss this matter with (Y/N), alone.” He simply put a little more emphasis on the last word, but it was enough to make everyone take a step back. He looks at you. “Since this is a dream, why don't we talk inside the Queen's Palace? If you wish.”

You agree and the two of you walk away from the group to enter the beautiful building. After Vil made sure you were in a place where the others could neither hear nor see you, he stops you and stands in front of you.

“(Y/N)...” he tells you very seriously. "At any moment, did I do or say anything that made you uncomfortable?"

He asks this clearly worried and regretful, but instead of you saying yes or no, you had that expression of someone wondering how to explain the truth. Knowing you, he realized what that hesitation really meant.

“You can tell me whatever you need.” he says with a beautiful, gentle smile, which is relatively rare in him when it’s a true one. “I behaved very... relaxed with you... I owe the same to you now.”

You tell him. You say you didn't feel exactly uncomfortable, on the contrary. In your own way, you tell him what you really felt all that time, and end up confessing that your feelings are mutual.

“But, I mean...” You tell him. “You must be used to people having a crush on you...”

“I am, indeed. But there is a great difference between those fans and you.” Even if you consider yourself a fan of mine like the others, unlike them, you know me for who I truly am. Ugly sides and all. You didn't meet me as the actor and model Vil Schoenheit. You meet me as that bossy and probably superficial Housewarden of Pomefiore.” he smiles smugly, especially seeing your guilty reaction.

“You knew me at my lowest...” he continues. “And stayed. Not only that, but you also went into the depths of S.T.Y.X. with Rook and Epel. Even knowing it wasn't just for me, it was good to see that you were as happy to see me as they were... And...” He is silent for a second, remembering the moment he wanted to talk to you about and you saw a new loving look in his eyes. “... after what I did... after what I became by saving Idia... I remember looking at you and seeing... a look you had never given me before, when I was... when I looked beautiful. That really changed the way you saw me, didn't it? Well, it also changed the way I saw you. My outer beauty doesn't really have as much of an effect on you as my inner beauty, does it?”

Vil gets closer to you and caresses your face.

“What a coincidence, I feel the same way about you.” his hand slides to your chin to tilt your head up and he smirks. “If your outside matched your inside...” He brings his face closer to yours and speaks a little more quietly and seductively. “You would be more stunning than any model I have ever seen... I think I will take this as a personal challenge. I want everyone to be able to see why I fell in love with you.”

His lips were practically touching yours, but he wasn't kissing you. He was teasing you... Tempting you... You decide to do what he wanted and you kiss him. You can feel his lips forming a smile as he reciprocates the intensity of your kiss.

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━━ ❝ SHE A BADDIE, SHE SHOWIN' HER PANTY! ❞ wc. 3.7k

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : suguru is just as big of a show off as gojo, he's just more subtle about it. and he wants everyone in this damn club to know that you're his.

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...cw : blk!fem!reader x g. suguru, suggestive content, alcohol mention, exhibitionism, voyeurism (?), fingerfucking, public fingering, little bit of breeding kink and talks of knocking you up, lots of kissing, suguru really loves his girl, suguru can’t keep his hands to himself

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...lunar's note : suguru is just a slut for you i don't know what else to tell you. he's just as much as a mischievous little shit as gojo ! if you want to be tagged for the future posts, comment on the main post here ! enjoy baddies ❤︎ (also yes nonblack readers can read and reblog too, idk why some anons try to gatekeep)

suguru's so touchy with you, it's sweet.

he can't keep his hands off of you whenever you go out. the poor man feels like he might just die if he's not having some sort of physical contact with you the majority of the day.

it could be the grocery store on a late night snack run in matching pajama bottoms or like now, a long night at the club for some celebration.

neither one of you remembers what or who the part is for, the alcohol in your systems causing you to focus on one another. the rest of your group is busy on the dance floor or bar, leaving you and suguru to cuddle up to each other in the VIP area like the lovesick idiots the two of you are.

your sitting across his lap, one hand in his hair and the other holding his shoulder, rubbing random shapes and patterns into the fabric of his shirt. it's so unfair, he just smells so fucking good and looks so damn handsome. you genuinely can't look at anything but him. 

and he loves it so damn much.

"s'guruuu," you coo at him, nose smooshed against his cheek. if you could, you'd get even closer to him, but this would have to suffice for now. "you're so handsome tonight..." 

the corners of his mouth tilt up into a smug smirk as he chuckles, his hand sliding from your knee to your upper thigh, stroking the exposed skin. you're so soft, could you really blame him for wanting to touch you all the time? compared to you, suguru is way more sober and is just eating up all the attention you're giving him.

not just because he loves you, but that was a plus.

no, it's because people are watching.

his sharp purple eyes flicker up, meeting with the group of girls outside of the VIP area that keep looking his direction.

their eyes are filled with interest and want when they look at him, and he can't help but chuckle to himself.

suguru knows he's attractive. hell, he's reminded of it every morning by the way you shower him in kisses and praises as part of your morning routine, making sure he knows just how much you love him and his 'stupidly pretty face,' as you so elegantly put it.

but what makes him laugh is how they look at you with disdain and confusion, as if they can't understand why you're in his lap instead of them.

it's disgusting, really, for them to even have the slightest thought that they could replace you. they must be lying to themselves, he thinks as your lips start to press kisses against his cheek, the soft curls and coils of your hair tickling his cheek.

you're just so cute, so adorable, so gorgeous, so beautiful. you're his pretty little angel, and seeing women jealous of you just fills him with so much pride, knowing you have other women jealous of you.

if only they knew how badly you have him wrapped around your little finger. if you so much as asked, suguru wouldn't hesitate to beat the shit out of someone for you, wouldn't hesitate to kill for you...but thankfully, it never got to that point.

yet.

"hmm, you think i'm handsome?" he leans in, his breath warm against your neck as he nips your ear. "nah, you look so damn gorgeous, angel. you're stealing the spotlight from me t'night."

his fingers trace circles into your thigh, enjoying your little giggles and complaints of it tickling. it only makes him do it more, your laughs and giggles making his heart squeeze a little bit.

fuck, suguru really loves how your skin feels under his fingertips, soft and smooth. it's all he thinks about. he wants to touch you forever, wants to feel you every second of the day. you are just so warm and soft, nothing would ever compare to the feel of your skin.

pulling away from your ear, he sees that those girls are still there, looking at you and him. the smirk on his face falters a bit, and his gaze hardens.

man, he really doesn't like how they're looking at you.

it's so easy for him to tell they have no cursed energy, just mere humans that could never even hope to be on the same level as you. it would be so fucking easy to just...snap his fingers and have them gone in an instant.

you steal his attention away from them and the dark thoughts swirling in his head by tilting his head your way, and instantly, his gaze softens.

jesus, the things you do to this man.

"sugu? what's wrong, honey," you mumble, worry etched into your features. you cup his face, thumbs stroking his cheeks to get him to calm down. "you don't look happy..."

the feel of your hands on his face, paired with the sweet concern in your voice, it washes away all irritation in him instantly. suguru hums, his eyes sliding shut. and the soft look in your eyes...he's so whipped for you, it's sickening.

you're so warm...

"no, baby, nothing's wrong," he reassures you, his smooth voice a low rumble. if he could, he'd be purring incredibly loudly right now, nuzzling into your palms. just your touch is enough to make him melt.

"'m just thinkin' how lucky I am, havin' you all to myself like this. the prettiest girl in the world, and she's sitting in my lap...who knew i'd make it this far in life, hm?"

the low, purple lights of the club cast a soft glow on your face as your fluffy hair frames your face, and suguru sighs, looking at you like you were his everything. you are his everything.

a quick glance to the side and suguru takes note that those girls are still fucking there, looking at you both. instead of getting irritated again, suguru gets an idea.

with a smirk, his hand slides up further your thigh, his fingertips slipping under the hem of that pretty purple dress he bought you that contrasts against the dark color of your skin...so pretty.

"mm, babygirl, just looking at you is making me dizzy," suguru purrs, his gaze dipping to your lips before meeting your eyes again. "you know i love you right? an' that all i wanna do is show you off s' everyone knows how pretty you are, right?"

you know better.

you know better than to trust him when he starts making comments like this, when he starts cooing and praising you out of nowhere.

because you know that it means suguru is up to no damn good.

you still haven't forgiven him for making you squirt on his fingers while he was on the phone with nanami...even though it was kind of cute how nanami couldn't look you in the eye without blushing for about two weeks.

"mhm...i know, sugu, you're a little show off that likes to get us in trouble," you playfully scold, tugging his hair a little as you giggle, looking at him with a soft gaze.

suguru's head tilts back, and his eyes flutter shut for a moment, a soft grunt leaving him. he's always been a sucker for you pulling on his hair like that, likes when you tug him around to make a point...shit, he's getting hard just from thinking of all the times you'd use his hair to get his attention or make him focus on something.

and it doesn't take long for you to discover his thoughts are going south.

with an exasperated gasp, you feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against your ass, letting out a little scold of his name. his grip on you tightens when you shift to confirm your suspicions. his head leans to rest in the crook of your neck, a silent plea for more of your affection.

"but you like it when I show off," suguru teases back, pressing a kiss against your neck as your curls tickle his face again. even your hair was soft, it's like he's got his own little pillow pet in his lap. the thought makes him chuckle, knowing you'd probably swat at him playfully for comparing you to a plushy

"you get all worked up, it's so cute, angel...plus, i think y'like it when i cause trouble." his hand swaps thighs and creeps up higher under your dress, his fingers brushing the edge of your panties. he's playing a risky game. at any moment, someone could catch him and get you both kicked and banned from the club.

but where's the fun in life without taking risks?

"c'mooon, admit it, baby, you like it."

one glance up back into the crowd and suguru hums, his eyes glinting dangerously. still there, it seems.

they aren't staring as hard now, but looks of disbelief cross their face when his hand shamelessly goes right to the apex of your thighs, fingers running over the lace of your panties. suguru doesn't care anymore, if they wanna look so bad, he'll give them something to stare at.

"s-suguru...you're, mnh, gettin' close there..."

he doesn't give you a response, his hand sliding from your back up to your hair to keep your head in the crook of his neck. he may be fine with showing out a little bit to these bitches who tired to glare daggers into you, but no one except him gets to see your face.

the way your lashes flutter, the way your teeth dig into the plushness of your bottom lip...it's driving him crazy.

the faint scent of your perfume hits his nose, and he's gone. his cock is pressing against your ass in full hardness, and he has to stop himself from grinding up into you.

nah, right now, this is about you.

he's going to take care of you, going to make you feel good, going to make sure you know that you are his in every way that counts.

without wasting another moment, suguru's fingers slip under your panties, pausing when they touch the faint wetness gathering at your slit.

"fuck...baby, don't tell me you've been like this the whole night," he rasps, his breathing slowly starting to pick up. your soft cunt is hot to the touch, sticky and wet as he drags his fingers through your slick.

"i can't help it, you just...look, really good t'night, baby," you huff into his ear, gasping a moan when he doesn't hesitate to slip a finger into your slick hole.

he really does look good tonight, dressed in those black dress pants, sleek dress shoes, and that stupidly hot black button-up shirt. and he has the sleeves rolled up and the top few buttons undone so that you can get a nice view of that necklace with your name on it resting on his collarbone.

how can you not get soaking wet?

"shit." he's groaning, the sensation of you nuzzling your face into his neck to press little open-mouthed kisses into all the sensitive spots of his neck sending a shiver down his spine. it's so sweet and precious how you try your hardest not to make too much noise and not move too much as he stirs up your cunt with just one of his fingers.

he wishes you both were back at home, wishes that he had you spread open on the bed so that he can see how wet he's got you just from his attire, so that he can hear your pussy squelch around his fingers. not even the strongest in the world would be able to pull him from your pussy whenever you get this wet.

the thought of gojo trying to pull him away from you makes him cringe a bit...because he knows damn well that idiot would be shoving his face deeper into your cunt, grinning as he practically makes suguru drown in you.

on second thought, that's not a bad way to go....

another tug to his hair as him unintentionally groaning, eyes snapping shut at the sharp pang of pleasured pain that shoots up his spine. his attention is back on you, his face close to yours as he breathes against your ear.

if you want his attention, then he'll give you all of it with no hesitation.

"suguruu, more...please," you finally whine, the slow movement not enough for you. it's almost torture; the slow in and out motions of his finger making you feel good but not good enough. no, you need more, craved it.

"yeah? you gonna be a good girl f' your suguru and let him take care of this needy lil' pussy? hm?" one finger turns into two, and that familiar heat pools in your lower abdomen. now it's feeling so fucking good that you already know his fingers are gonna be coated in your juices.

this should be embarrassing, it really should. you both are in a club for fucksake! but you can't find it in you to care about it, his thick digits working your cunt so good that your brain is just melting.

one of your hands grips his button-up, fisting in the fabric to ground yourself from the pleasure. "m-mhm! I'll be good, I'll be s' good for you, sugu, promise!" suguru is becoming relentless, determined to make you crack and stop hiding those pretty sounds from him when he takes note of how you go right back to biting your lip after giving him that sweet, needy response.

however, he loves seeing your lips all swollen, knowing they were like that because he made you feel so good you had to force yourself to be quiet.

"sweetheart, don' hide it, lemme hear you, 's just you and me," he whispers to you, his other hand burying itself in your curls and giving a little tug. he knows it's not just the both of you, but right now, in this moment, it's all that exists for him.

the harsh pull of your hair has your lips brushing against his ear and choking on a moan, unable to keep it in. "thaaaat's it, let me hear how good it feels t' have these fingers buried deep inside this tight cunt."

you hate this, hate when he talks because it only makes you wetter. and that means he's gonna talk even more, and you're always right because he's cooing at how much slick is pouring out of you now, asking if it's because of his voice or his fingers.

suguru's so fucking annoying, such an asshole, but you can't help but let him get away with it when it means he makes your eyes flutter closed in pleasure.

you let him get away with way too much, don't you?

the song playing now is so loud, the bass making the ground vibrate. but suguru doesn't care, he's just thankful it's loud enough to cover that fucking beautiful moan you give him when he curls his fingers juuuust right.

"oooh, there? did i find it? fuck, baby, y'got so tight jus' from that."

your desperate nod of confirmation is all he needs before he speeds up his fingers, groaning when he can finally hear the wet schlicks of his hand coaxing more slick out of you.

one more glance up and suguru can't help but grin. the girls are gone, now mixed up in the crowd likely red and hot in the face.

seems like his impromptu little show finally got the message across: he is yours and yours only.

knowing he no longer had to show off, he's focusing on you, on you and that tight, needy little slit between your legs that's dripping down his wrist. it should be a crime for someone to be this wet, in public no less.

"c'mon, angel, don' hold back on me anymore, lemme know how it feels. wanna know 'm treating this gorgeous pussy good."

you let out the prettiest moan, breath hot against his ear. suguru coos, his hand not between your legs holding your neck to keep your head in the crook of his neck. “mhg, suguru, love it s' much, g-god, your fingers feel s'good, 's not fair.”

you can't stop yourself from trying to spread your legs more, giving him a bit better access. you know you can't open them too much ot someone might see.

but...would that be so bad? for people to see how suguru could make you fall apart so seamlessly?

if only you knew that's exactly what was running through his head right now. he's positive at least one person has caught on to what's happening, the repeating motions of his hand between your legs such a dead giveaway.

it thrills him, his cock throbbing in his pants at the thought. shit, he's learning things about himself he didn't know before...he might have to do this to you more often.

he leans in closer, his mouth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine as he whispers, "y'gonna cum for me right here in this club, aren't you, babygirl? gonna show me how much you love my fingers playing with this slutty lil' pussy, right?"

he gets a sweet little 'yes, sugu' and he purrs your name, the mixture of your moans, the music, and the just barely audible sounds of your slickness being stirred by his thick fingers, making him feel drunk.

you're shaking in his lap, holding on for dear life as he makes it a point to curl his fingers with each thrust, not giving you a break anymore. you're spiraling, feeling the tremors of your impending orgasm building, your hot, gummy walls fluttering around his stupidly thick digits. you're praying silently between each pant and gasp, desperately hoping he doesn't make you squirt, not now, not when so many people are around—!

"c'mon, baby, c'mon," suguru encourages, his fingers picking up their pace. you're so close, he knows it, he knows because he can feel it coming. the way you fist his shirt, the way your hips are trying to hard to not rise up to meet his hand, knowing it would make it so obvious what's happening.

but suguru, oh, he stopped caring so fucking long ago. he just wants to feel you soak his fingers, wants to hear your muted little moan of his name when you finally cum. he just wants to make sure you know you're his.

"b-baby, suguru, shit, i'm gonna cum—!"

"yeah? that's it, baby, let got f'me, you can do it," he urges and coos, his voice bordering on needy and desperate, just like you. he's panting into your ear, whispering little praises as he listens to you pitifully try to keep your gasps and moans down. you're such a mess, it's so cute, you're so adorable, god, he loves you so bad.

your thick thighs are quivering and trembling as you teeter on the brink of release. you know it's going to be a mess, but you try, you try so hard to keep it in.

suguru notices—how could he not—and he's not having it, slipping a third finger inside your messy little cunt, curling deep inside right against that sweet spot, and that knot wound so tight inside you finally snaps.

"s-suguuuu, 'm cummin'—!"

he's reveling in how your hot, gummy walls squeeze and spasm all over his fingers, milking them for all they're worth as you cry and sob his name into his ear, tears caught on your eyelashes from how good it feels. he wishes he could look at you, wanting to drink up your expressions, but no, he'd be risking someone else seeing how pretty you are when you cum.

"yessss, good girl, good fuckin' girl, gimme everything, babygirl."

your cries of release are so damn sweet to his ears, and he continues to work you through it, ensuring your orgasm is as prolonged and intense as possible. if you were home, he wouldn't care about stopping or overstimulating, but he has to remind himself to stay calm and not go too hard.

if he did, he wasn't sure he'd be able to stop himself from fucking you on this couch in the middle of the VIP section in front of all these people.

once suguru feels you go slack in his arms and your hand weakly slap against his chest, he slows his hand, his own breaths heavy with the arousal and need you stirred in him...did you have any idea how sexy you were? if he wasn't as controlled as he was, he's positive he would've cum in his pants.

pulling his fingers out slowly, suguru's quick to pop them into his mouth, sucking off your juices like it would be the last time he'd ever get a last. fuck, you soaked his hand...he doesn't care how obvious he makes it when he licks at his palm and wrist to not miss a drop.

"hhmph, s-suguru, you—"

"i need you, right now. can i take you home?"

of course, he has to ask. he knows how long it took you to get ready, to look so fucking perfect. but right now, he doesn't want anyone to look at you. hell, he doesn't want anyone else but him to be near you, he'd fucking wipe out this entire club right now if you asked.

the soft touch of your hands on his face brings him back, making him melt as his eyes slide shut. you're so soft, he loves you so much, he needs to stick his cock into you while groaning those words into your ear, needs to feel his tip kiss that soft, spongy spot inside you that makes your back arch off the bed, to fold you in half as he stuffs you so full, praying that his cum gets stuck deep inside you, praying that it takes and that he gets you knocked up, and that—

"take me home, sugu, please, i-i need you s' bad."

your words have him acting in an instant he presses a quick kiss to your lips, licking whatever is left of your lipgloss before helping you stand up with him, guiding you out of the club. if he stays in here for any longer, he's not sure he'll be able to control himself.

"i got you, baby, don't worry, 'm gonna give you what you need. let's go, princess."

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[yourlittlebunnyy]

tw: size kink, bit of dacryphilia, overall this is nastyyy

something about having you under him, squirming and helpless, makes azriel go feral.

it's the way you look so small compared to him, the way you are incapable of doing anything because he's just too strong and you can't fight back even if you want to.

the fact is, that no matter what size you are, he is big. all those hours passed in the illyrian camps training pay off. his hand alone could cover a good part of your back. and his cock... it's a struggle everytime, but oh man if he doesn't take pleasure in seeing you struggling.

the first time you two fucked, he had to strech you out with his fingers first. and when he saw how much you struggled with just one of his fingers, he knew it was going to be a tight fit. your walls barely capable of fitting one single finger, he couldn’t imagine how you could have taken his cock, but you did. you take it like a good girl every time.

"you can take it, baby. yeah..." he groans. "you can fucking take it. just like that..." the room is filled with the thick smell of sex, your little cries overpower the sound of skin against skin. you might almost feel embarrassed by the sounds coming out of your lips, but azriel's cock is fucking you so well it sends your brain to mush. zero thoughts behind your pretty eyes.

and azriel loves fucking you. loves watching as your face scrunches in a mixture of pain and pleasure, his cock stretching you out, breaking you in an half. he mutters praises under his breath, his eyes fixated on your tummy that bulges with every thrust, the line of his cock visible through your skin. "look at us, baby. fuck... look at us." he moans, forcing you to look at where your bodies meet. pretty tears stream down your eyes, overstimulation kicking in. you're so full you can feel him in your stomach.

he watches in wonder, completely intoxicated by you and amazed by how much of him you can take.

azriel is addicted to the power he has over you, too. the way he could throw you around like a toy, holding you in place just how he likes.

"c'mon baby, just a little more..." he whispers, supporting you with those strong arms. your back touches his chest, you can feel the wild rhythm of his heart against your back. your legs tremble, exhausted. "give me one more, just one more... i promise."

every time he says something, even tho your head is disconnected, your body can somehow still register his words, your walls clenching automatically around his girth, making him groan.

his hand presses against your tummy, feeling the bulge makes him twitch inside of you. the pressure causes his cock the hit even deeper, hitting spots that make you see stars. "keep clenching around my cock, sweet girl." you sniff, little incoherent prayers fall from your lips. you don't even know what you're begging for. "gods, gonna ruin you for everyone else. you're fucking mine."

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[cipheramnesia]

The Dungeon Meshi character I think about the most, not love the most but think about most, is Chilchuck. He is much more Some Guy than anyone else, he's got a wife and kids and he's gonna open a store. He's a little dude with sharp senses who knows about locks and traps, and it's all very straightforward compared to like, really anyone else in the manga.

But why I'm fascinated is that his whole core essence revolves around organization and function, around safety not in the sense of cowardice or excess caution, but in the sense of a deeply rooted belief that everyone deserves to live and everything has a place. One day he'll open a shop and retire but right now his people are being exploited and he needs to plan for his future, so he's unionizing half foots and reducing risk and that functions for society because it's dumb using the guy watching your back as bait. It's a broken system he has to fix.

And it's like that with Laios and Senshi and Marcille and Falin. Falin dies, it's a broken system, she was a vital component that kept the group healthy. Eating monsters departs from the system, it's wrong to him, but then he figures out how Senshi has created a new system with better survivability. Senshi interrupts his trap hunting and he goes ballistic because that's not how the system survives. Itzutsumi drives him bonkers because she refuses to be a part of his system. Laios' lack of people skills frustrates him because Laios' charisma has made him a leader. A leader needs to know how to see how people feel, and Laios can't do that.

I think a lot about how his approach and personality are so nicely interwoven with his skill at traps and exploration. Everyone else has big weird personalities, but Chilchuck, well he's not a cool head per se, but his weirdness is less grandiose. He's a puzzle guy, a problem solver, and everyone around him is a moving part he's trying figure out. People ditch the party early on and he's not bothered because that's mechanically sound. Laios and Marcille go back and he has to come too because they're more than friends, they're a part of something that works and survives and even missing a part, he knows he can keep this little machine running. But they won't thrive without him, and he won't work as well alone.