#at least he gets his kicks out of teasing ren

[iamtheonethinginlifeicancontrol]

#almost 2025 and i bet yashiro STILL hasn't gotten the raise he deserves. SIGH.

ren tsuruga is such a fun character because he spends five years crafting the perfect public persona; dissociating so hard to the point where he's treating "kuon hizuri" as a completely different person altogether; trying his hardest to sell the image of a perfect gentleman who never says or does the wrong thing...

...and enter kyoko mogami. even before he knows that she's the kyoko he met as a child, he drops the act around her and shows her his true self without even thinking about it. and even when he's actively trying to keep the facade up, she sees right through him so easily. i just know yashiro was having the biggest whiplash of his life those first couple of months when his serious, older-than-his-age charge suddenly started acting like the barely-out-of-his-teens boy that he was; antagonizing and childishly teasing this random girl (who gave as good as she got) but also being so obviously, pathetically in love with her and being completely unaware of it.

[fieryland]

Good to go (Eren Jaeger)

tw stepcest, smut, slapping, scroll if you don’t like it

wc 1k

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Eren’s little sis who keeps trying to kiss him in front of his friends.. except they don’t know you guys are step siblings. “You two look so cute together, since when did you get a girlfriend?” Eren’s friend proclaims over whatever music is blaring at your small get together.

“Can you excuse us for a sec?” he’s already up on his feet and dragging you to a nearby bathroom as he says that. Eyebrows furrowed and snakebites tugging as he gently bites on his lower lip, his hand gripping your wrist not-so-gently, though.

Your big brother looked so pretty towering above you, you admire the way his long hair collides with his shoulders every long step he takes, heavy breathing and dizzy eyes have you almost stumbling along the way. Is it getting hot in here, or is it just you?

The door swings open and slams shut just as fast, you weren’t much of a physics girl but the speed of how Eren pinned you up against that same door made you understand everything. “What the fuck are you doing?”

You smile softly at his question, mind hazy at how strong Eren is, forearms flexing while holding you up off your feet against the door. You liked him so much, you didn’t even try fighting against him. Although you soon learned what would happen if you did.

“I said,” he brings a hand to your cheek in the form of a slap “what the fuck are you doing?” you can’t help but giggle at how handsome he is when he gets all mad, from the green fire in his eyes to the burning flame at his fingertips — you were rendered crazy. He scoffs and looks to the side as if he was contemplating if this was a good idea, all that split second thinking vanished when he pressed his lips up against yours into a kiss.

Your kisses weren’t usually like this, a couple forehead kisses here and there in his usual overprotective brotherly fashion— but this— this was different. It reminded you of those couple sacred moments he taught you not to speak of. When he sneaks into your room at night, tells you he needs this, needs to use your little cunt and that this is what little sisters are for. Of course, the butterflies dancing in your tummy as well as the low timbre of his voice urge you to comply, kiss him, and act normal in front of your parents; excusing the foot kicks you share under the dinner table.

You found yourself loving this side of him. Eren was an asshole at times, he is a boy after all. But as fucked up as it was— you fucking loved it. Loved being the girl that satisfies him. Sure, he’s had sex. With tons of girls actually, I mean, have you seen him? He’s untouchable, no one can get on his level of beauty and charisma. Even now when he tilts his head to the side and smirks at you while pulling you over to the bathroom sink, no one came close. Yet he came back to you every time, he’s moulded your little pussy so that it can only take his dick, no one else’s. He would be a terrible big brother if he didn’t at least give you what you were made for, don’t you think?

Eren was the only boy you needed, and his baby sis was better than any girl he’s slept with.

“You wanna act like my girlfriend, you’re gonna get treated like one,” Eren breathes out, turning you so you’re facing the mirror with your ass pressing up against him. His hard on already poking you from underneath, sending an invitation for his fingers to slide down to your sopping cunt. “God, look at you, baby. You really that needy for your big brothers cock?”

“mmm.. ‘ren..” you whine as his middle and ring finger tease your entrance prepping you for the massive excuse of a dick he has in his pants, you still could never get used to that.

“Hm?” he pumps “gotta be good for me, sis. Don’t want mom finding out, do you?”

“no, no. i’ll be good, promise.”

“That’s what I thought.” He’s now flipping your skirt up and pulling your panties to the side. His pants already unzipped and dick hanging out, giving it a few pumps before sliding his way into you.

You instantly moan at the stretch, his groans following behind “God, this tight fuckin’ cunt. Can’t get enough of it.” he finally bottoms out as you whine at the validation. Once you let it settle in, and his biting of your shoulder goes from harsh to gentle, he begins to move.

His strokes become rough rather quickly, he still has to be a good brother and discipline you, of course. Your neck and shoulders were covered in bite marks, his canines shining in the mirror in front of you. You could feel the heat of his moans on the back of your neck as well as his arm wrapping around your waist. You were reduced to a mess in seconds. The hem of your shirt now right under your neck; exposing your boobs as they bounced up and down in unison of his relentless pace.

His fat fucking cock was splitting you open again and again, you cried out to him as he got ahold of your face and turned you in the direction of the mirror. “Look at yourself, look at how you’re taking this dick, sis. Yeah? You like it when I- fuck- you like it when your big brother pounds that tight little pussy, yeah?“ he squeezes your cheeks “Of course you do.”

You just about scream at how rough he’s treating you “shut up, god. You wanna get us caught or somethin’? ‘s that it? Fuckin’ whore.” Eren presses further, his pace getting that much quicker, and your orgasm nearing that much faster. You shake your head no as long as you can until he’s kissing you, hungrily forcing his tongue down your warm throat like a wild animal in rut.

You could tell he was nearing his climax too, the way his tongue stuttered against yours, and how hard he would bite your lip when things started to feel a little too good.

“Fuck, baby. Gonna cum.” your little hole squeezed around his cock right when he said that, voluntarily or not— you don’t know. Eren was making you feel too good, you couldn’t help but tighten around him in pleasure.

“God, g’nna marry you, sis.” he’s babbling at this point, but it was true. He wanted nothing more than to put a ring on his baby sisters finger and watch it twinkle around his cock when you pump him up and down. The universe must’ve cursed him with this forbiddance, but he found himself liking how wrong it is.

You felt so good, way too good, the knot in your tummy finally untying as he brought his hand down to rub at your swollen little clit. He fucked you through your orgasm, as well as a few tears rolling down your cheeks from the overstimulation.

“Aw, you gonna cry?” he groans as he laughs at your crying, your tears sending him right over the edge. You were spasming around his dick— all of it— as he pulls out quickly and dumps his load onto your pussy.

Eren thought you looked gorgeous like this, fucked out covered in your big brothers cum; the way it should be. He gives you one final kiss before leaning down to take a good look at your swollen little pussy. It looked so good. All sensitive and needy, squeezing around nothing. He couldn’t help but get a taste; God, who knew baby sister’s tasted this good? He brings his lips together and spits on your cunt, giving it a harsh slap before pulling your panties back over it. He’s back up on his feet again, petting you and rubbing his cum into your underwear with his hand.

“There,” he kisses the top of your head “now you’re good to go.”

[vecnawrites]

Jaune attempts NNN, only to fail at the last day when Pyrrha got herself stuck with her bubble butt in display for him and him only

Pyrrha huffed as she dug through her hamper, looking to grab her clothes for laundry, specifically, a certain piece of lingerie that she was hoping to seduce her boyfriend, Jaune, with. Why? That blasted No Nut November was finally going to be over by midnight!

So, she was planning on wearing said lingerie while waiting in bed for him, to entice him and make the moment that midnight hit that much hotter. She knew that Jaune was incredibly pent up, and knew that the sex was going to be wild, which was the only reason that she had even entertained not having Jaune’s dick for a solid month: she thought of the long reward, just like how she had gone with getting Jaune as her boyfriend.

She was already wet, soaking the thin material of her underwear (a thong, it was much easier to move around in during combat without pinching, twisting, or bunching up, and she knew that Jaune liked them, which certainly helped) just thinking about what they were going to be doing tonight…because they for sure wouldn’t be sleeping at all! If she had her say!

So deep in her thoughts of what was to come (or perhaps, to cum) as she dug for the specific lingerie she wanted, she missed the ominous low creak of the rather flimsy hamper, until it buckled inwards, making her fall inside it, the redhead squawking and throwing her hands out to stop her face from hitting the laundry, though she was forced into an awkward position due to it, her feet and legs being lifted off of the ground and being made to kick in a futile manner, her cheeks matching her hair as her nightgown flipped up, baring her thong-clad ass to the room.

‘This is certainly a predicament…’ she thought, thankful that she was alone, and there was no worries of anyone stumbling upon her.

~

Jaune huffed to himself as he headed back to the bedroom that he shared with Pyrrha, happy that it was finally the thirtieth, meaning he could stop this stupid challenge the moment midnight hit. The only reason he hadn’t given in at this point was Pyrrha promising the ‘reward of a lifetime’ for holding out.

And gods, that promise was the only tenuous thing keeping him afloat at the moment. As he walked, he heard a thumping against the wall and sighed, very thankful that second years in Beacon got apartments with separate bedrooms for partners, otherwise he and Pyrrha would have been ‘sexiled’ way too many times at this point.

As it was, he wondered how Ren survived dealing with Nora’s sex drive, since he and Pyrrha heard the thumping at least once a day, and at least three times on weekend days.

But for now, he was on the last day, and later on tonight, as the month changed over, he hoped to be free of the weight in his balls.

Entering the bedroom and closing the door quietly (he had noticed that Nora tended to like an audience of sorts, always getting louder when she knew that someone else was around), he turned to see if his girlfriend was there, only to choke on his own breath from the sight before him.

A wiggling ass and legs sticking out of the laundry hamper, a tiny string of red cupping the intimates and covering them from his gaze, though as it vanished into the split between the cheeks, hiding nothing of the firm rear end.

Jaune bit his lower lip as his cock surged, arousal flooding him and his balls reminding him that they hadn’t been emptied in a month’s time.

Was this the ‘reward’ that Pyrrha had teased? But she had to know that she was a day early…

…right?

He swallowed hard as he heard a muted whine from his girlfriend, her rear end swaying before his eyes, making his desires grow even more.

He tried holding on, knowing that he wasn’t too far away from completing the challenge, but as Pyrrha jerked in place, her ass bouncing, he lost control, his hands moving to his pants and beginning to undo his belt.

~

Pyrrha growled, hating that the hamper was practically stuck to the wall, meaning that there was no way to easily get free beyond breaking it off of the wall. So, here she was, four time champion of the Mistral Regional Tournament, stuck in a clothing hamper, ass up and exposed. She could hear fate laughing at her.

At least she was in her and Jaune’s bedroom rather than anywhere else. She shuddered at the thought of this happening last year, when the whole team had shared the singular room.

At least only Jaune would see this…

Smack!

Pyrrha jerked in place as two strong hands that she knew most intimately slapped down on her ass, fingers sinking into her rear end. Feeling her thong be torn off and the air rush over her wet pussy, she knew what was going to happen.

And despite her own thoughts on the long reward, she couldn’t deny the fact that she wanted this. A whimper spilled from her lips (and arousal drooled down her inner thigh) as she felt Jaune’s cock rub against her soaking core.

She whined, shaking her rear as best she could being held tightly in her boyfriend’s hands.

As he sank into her, a pleased groan escaped her, her pussy squeezing tightly around him as she heard an even louder moan above her, before he began to move.

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Jaune began to thrust, hard and fast into his wiggling girlfriend, the sudden intense pleasure nearly knocking the air from his lungs, her clutching core squeezing tightly around his shaft, reminding him exactly what a dumb idea denying himself was.

A growl escaped him as he began to rock his hips, thrusting into her soaked core, his heavy balls swinging hard as Pyrrha kicked gently around him, her toes curled as he thrust firmly into her, hearing her moan and squeal as he picked up speed, feeling her wetness dripping down his body and onto his balls.

“Fuck~!” he groaned, his balls aching he heard Pyrrha’s sounds of bliss as he bucked into her, feeling her squeeze and tighten down around him, working to milk his balls of everything in them.

…which he was about to give her in abundance.

~

Pyrrha squealed as she reached an intense orgasm, her legs kicking wildly as her core clamped down hard around his shaft, her cheeks burning as she squirted, splashing the hamper and her boyfriend with her fluids as her body convulsed and squirmed from the pleasure that filled her.

~

Jaune threw his head back with a heavy cry as his balls jumped up, throbbing and pulsing as they forced large amounts of backed up cum pushed out and through his cock, spraying deep into his girlfriend’s core, his legs quaking from just how intense it was.

Great gouts of cum flowed down his shaft and erupted into his girlfriend’s pussy, his balls working overtime to vacate a great deal of what had been pent up within them.

Legs quivering and head hazy from euphoria, he lost his balance, falling backwards, gripping Pyrrha’s hips and pulling her along, both of them tumbling backwards onto the floor, gasping and shaking, still connected at the hip.

Jaune barely had a chance to catch his breath before Pyrrha’s hands grabbed his thighs and gripped them tightly, before beginning to bounce on his lap, taking control of the situation, sending waves of bliss through his body, making him shudder and moan as he pawed her rear end.

Well…he had already failed on the last day, so what did it matter at this point?

“We’re…never…doing…something…so…utterly…stupid…AGAIN!” she cried out, her rear smacking down against Jaune’s hips with heavy claps, her hands abandoning his thighs and moving between, rubbing his aching balls as he grabbed his girlfriend’s bouncing ass, squeezing it as well, working his hips up and thrusting into her, their moans getting louder and filling the room as they both started to lose themselves in their pleasure.

Jaune Arc:

Status: FAILED

Reason/Method For Failure: Pyrrha Nikos Stuck With Rear Exposed

Time Survived: 29 Days

[cerenemuxse]

Human!2x5 getting married HCs

very long.

for age reference, Edward's in his early 40s while James is in his mid-30s (8yr age difference). takes place in future modern day (2030s)

for the ceremony, they wear suits. Edward's is cream white with cerulean and navy accents. James' is like a VERY dark, almost black, navy with red and pink accents.

its a small (as they could get it to be) outdoor spring wedding.

They have matrons of honor AND best person. Edward's maid of Honor is Emily and his best men is BoCo and Duck. James' maid of Honor is Jasmine and he has two best men, Donald and Douglas.

Edward's party consists of all his sisters. that's it lul

James' party consists of Gordon, Henry, and Rosie. it's pretty small lul

ok so- they both walk down the aisles. its a different layout. one walks in from one side while the other walks in from the other, meeting at the center

originally, Edward was a little embarrassed by the idea, but he arrives at his aisle on Callum, his (2nd) Clydesdale horse. It was James' idea. That's why its outdoors HEHE

"what's their wedding so-" THIS

(piano for James and violin for Edward)

Edward cut off contact with his parents after they kicked him out so his twin sisters are the ones walking him down the isle.

Doesn't really have a dad (Emily's parents divorced shortly after he was adopted) so Mama Sterling walks him down the aisle, along with Jasmine <33

THE RING BEARERS ARE JACQUELINE AND THOMAS WITH THE (SOON TO BE) FAMILY CAT, SOPHIE 💥

For the wedding reception, they basically swap color schemes, wearing each other's colors ✨ they wear weddings veils covered in flowers designated (so Ed's are for himself and the same goes for James), but both have white roses. (i wanna design these and their ceremony suits someday 👉👈)

Both floral schemes share daisies (loyal love).

Edward's floral scheme is chamomile (patience) and delphinium (big-heartedness + ardent attachment).

James' floral scheme is amaryllis (splendid beauty, pride, worth beyond beauty) and gladiolus (strength of character, faithfulness, and honor).

newlyweds' first dance was this. a fast paced dance to get them going for the night 💃💃 this was one where others were allowed to join in.

The playlist is a mix of 1970s-2000s and jazz. The jazz was for some of the elderly folk (and James, my beloved jazz enjoyer).

slow dances were occasionally thrown in so they could rest. Edward's leg injury from years ago got the best of him in recent years so now he has a cane. helpful when his injury starts to tire him out. speaking of which, it was decorated for the occasion, covered in vines (made of wire) and fake flowers

since the parent situation is mixed with both of them, its more like a group dance. Edward dances with his sisters while James dances with his family, adopted and bio. (Emily, Mama Sterling, Donald, Douglas, and Jasmine.) the more elegant of all the dances that night

then comes in the "father-child" dances. (try not to cry challenge: impossible)

it was chaotic. they were playing something from like the 1990s to 2000s. probably fucking Backstreet Boys or something, idk but that's the idea.

father-child(ren) dance took them out for a bit. they were also wearing heels. low heels but still enough.

both kept laughing as they tried to feed each other cake so they smudge some of it on each other.

the photographs are like those photos in dark places and the only lighting you get is from the camera's flash. it was all Polaroids, btw. James and Edward would later scrapbook them <3

the speechs were held for the end as that's when the energy is low and there would be less interruptions, considering who was present (a bunch of loud teens LMAO)

everyone cried and laughed at least once.

donald and douglas was pretty cheesy. teased James for a bit but ended it with a loving note about how happy they are their little adopted brother. Had james in tears.

Jasmine followed right after. she was happy to have been able to reconnect with her younger brother after decades of being separated

Jacqueline's really was the kicker for him though. (TLDR: these two have been attached ever since James adopted her after watching her during a foster care program. she was around 7 when adopted, an age that most people would avoid when adopting.)

Henry and Gordon's was similar (context: they met in HS at music competitions. Henry is Gordon's half-brother, attending the same school. James attended their rival school and the rest is history). Teased him but ended on an unusual heartfelt note.

Edward did not escape the flood of tears. His adopted kids, Thomas, Percy, and Nia, did their speech together, followed by his sisters, BoCo, and Duck. was a crying mess (in a good way) from the start.

Emily ends the speeches by telling how they all met, and the "everyone but you two knew that you crushed on each other" story of those two from her perspective. had everyone laughing, including those two.

James was the one to throw the bouquet but like tradition, both he and Edward didn't look over to who it was. he might've accidentally smacked Gordon with it, who was dating Rebecca at the time. BOY did James and Edward have a field day over that HAHA-!

once its over, they clean up and go home, both of them taking Callum back to McColls (that's where Callum is homed since Ed and Jim live in apartments. planning to move out into a house in Wellsworth tho). they planned their honeymoon to be a few days later so they could rest from the thrilling but exhausting day they had. they emotionally (/pos) and physically tuckered out from the event haha-

knocked the fuck out once they got home, crashing onto the sofa.

and now they're husbands <33

[legally-allowed-to-slime]

As someone who watches both Jim and Pearl I have to disagree with your post for one big reason:

To Jim, being made fun of is fun. He plays along with it, he laughs at it, and even when he’s mad he’s being silly mad. I’ve never gotten the impression from any of his povs that he’s upset at being made fun of. People make those jokes around and about him because they know he actually finds them funny too. It’s a show that they are comfortable with him and know he won’t be mad at them. We all have friends who make fun of us or who we make fun of because in some way, someone making a joke about you is them seeing you, and that’s what we all want. I have entire friendships based on joking about how much we hate each other, but ultimately we know we are friends.

To Pearl in DL, being ostracized and hated wasn’t a show of friendship, or being known. It wasn’t a joke, not to her at least. Rather, it was a show that she was misunderstood and unwanted. People weren’t joke making fun of her, they were calling her crazy and a demon out of fear. Her decision to go along with it wasn’t her playing into a joke, it was her resigning herself to what people had already said she was (and going a little crazy in isolation)

for context this anon is in response to this post

so um, like i said, i don’t watch jimmy’s pov at all. i do watch scar, grian sometimes, but that’s the extent of it. but to me he’s constantly going through a lot because he’s getting mocked, teased, basically not being taken seriously at all. like, even if he isn’t explicitly ostracised he is still treated as an outsider in a way, someone who isn’t respected. i mean, obviously as ccs we know they’re all chill with it, but because c!jimmy cranks up his reactions a lot (eg the whole horn club thing in DL), when you take them as solely characters without the knowledge that they’re joking around then it does come across as that.

as for pearl, yes, we had instances like ren’s whole dramatic “something wicked within you” but her main thing was with scott and cleo. she was fairly friendly with the ranchers, with desert duo. anyway, she’s still taken seriously. when interacting with “society” (the other players that weren’t in the quartet), she was still respected, even if a little side eyed because of the narrative constructed around her. don’t get me wrong; a lot of bad things happen to her that isn’t her fault at all (martyn leaving her, box boys kicking her out), but if we went ahead and charted every interaction she ever had throughout the entirety of DL, there are more positive (or vaguely friendly) than negative ones. she had a miserable time with the powdered snow but even that was a product of a well-intentioned scar (still salty over his own soulbound, mind) trying to help.

whatever. a lot of words to say i hope they team up

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Yippie! A wild Tokyo Debunker matchup writer! Anyway, hi. 🍊here. If it's not too much trouble, I'd like a romantic matchup pls. And maybe who'd be besties with me for ✨flavour✨

My MBTI + Enneagram: ENFP 9w1

My star sign is Gemini

Appearance: I am South Asian with straight black hair and tan skin. I usually tie into a low braid because I think it looks cute, and I don't like the feeling of hair on the back of my neck. I am 160 cm tall and pretty scrawny

Personality: I like to say I'm a pretty cheerful and upbeat person. I try my best to smile through tough situations, though it can be hard sometimes. I also like to say I'm a family person, and I will do anything to protect them, and my friends. I am perfectionistic, but sadly I am a bit scatterbrained, much to the dismay of my parents and older sister. Hell, I almost burned the eggs I was making for the first time. I have been working on my organizational skills though, and I’m happy to say that I’ve come a pretty long way. I can be quite petty too. If someone wrongs me, I tell them either bad puns or horrifying facts for a period of time as revenge. I'm also good at math, so my friends come to me for help with that. Also, in almost every friend group I'm in, I somehow become a therapist friend. Lemme tell you, THAT really takes a toll on me. I also have a soft spot for unabridged fairytales (they high-key have me in a chokehold).

Some more lil' factoids about me: I wear my hair in a low braid because I don't like the feeling of hair on the back of my neck. My friends and family often told me my hands get pretty animated when I talk. I can also handle spicy food pretty well, which surprises a lot of my friends. I like to learn about my friends' interests so I can connect better with them. Also, I kin Paulina from the Thea Sisters.

Likes: Anime, drawing comics, video games, unabridged fairytales, sweets (my favourite dessert is caramel pudding) and spending time with my older sister and friends

Dislikes: Cruelty, confrontation (I will kick butt if I need to, literally or figuratively), anyone who dares to threaten my friends or family, arrogance when it gets out of hand, black tea or coffee (I cannot drink it unless it is sweetened or if I have it with a LOT of milk), but I do enjoy dark chocolate once in a blue moon.

Hi 🍊Anon! Thank you for your request! Sorry it took so long. I hope you like your matchups!

In Tokyo Debunker, I match you with...

You and Haru are both very family oriented and I think this is what would initially draw you to each other. You get how important family is to each other and want to be part of each other's families.

I think he would like being around you since you’re so upbeat. He’s pretty cheerful but if surrounded by people who aren’t (like Ren). You’re a nice change of pace.

Please read your favourite unabridged fairy tales to him and Peekabook! He might have to cover the creature’s ears once in a while since those old stories can be a bit graphic at times but they both really love it.

Haru definitely understands your dislike of people who threaten your family and friends. He knows how protective he gets over Peekaboo whenever Taiga comes around. At least now you can fend him off together.

He loves spending time with his family and friends as well and since you definitely fall into that category for him, you’re included in that quality time.

In Tokyo Debunker, I platonically match you with...

I think you and Sho would get along great as friends. Sure, he might tease you for talking with your hands but you can return the favour since I see him as someone who’s quite expressive when talking about something he’s passionate about as well.

He’s also going to tease you for being so scatterbrained but will help you out if you forget things. Just don’t expect him to ever say anything about it or take credit for you having everything you need when you know you forgot something in your room.

I can see you two playing video games together a lot. He doesn’t usually play them himself but is happy to be player two if you need one.

Since you don’t like confrontation, if you ever have a problem with someone, he’s more than willing to stand up and defend you. That’s his best friend they’re talking about! He’s not about to let any nasty comments slide.

Oh, he really can’t get away from spicy food enjoyers can he. As long as you don’t add hot sauce on everything though, he’s fine with it.

[nyxfaei]

Yo wait ur a system? Is it ok to ask? Mind introducing us to everyone?

I am!!!

I’m always kinda confronting so I’m always here but at least one of these guys are usually in the drivers seat with me!

They’re like if facets of me became their own people- or if imaginary friends became their own people. they both are and aren’t me? Hard to explain. ANYWAY

Doxa- protector. You’ve seen me post him a lot. Very chatty and loves being perceived. Silly. Flirty. But is dead serious about looking after the rest of the system that he views to be his coven. Somewhat omnipotent about the other members of the system. He’s in a relationship with dragana and is a total wife guy. He uses pet names a lot in conversation. He doesn’t mean anything by it and will normally ask you if you’re okay with it first. He’s currently very interested in Arthur Lester as a person and concept. I’ve already made a post about him as a character.

Dragana- a mediator. A lot more quiet than Doxa but good natured. A lot more introverted though and has a low social battery. She has a much better impulse control and will jump in when doxas being stupid and I can’t stop him. She may or may not be as omnipresent as Doxa but she won’t tell me. She at least has the ability to kick whoever is confronting aside if they’re getting to be too much. She enjoys wearing elegant yet comfortable clothes and listening to 90s indie women artists lmao. I should just make a post about her in general

Ren- chaotic goth punk. They’re Doxa and dragana’s son. He has a weird rocky relationship with Doxa due to happenings in their story. He has a good relationship with dragana though. Although I’ve done a lot of projecting onto them, they don’t front very often because they hate the idea of being in control of so much. He’d mostly enjoys to pop in, listen to loud music and tease people and be a menace- although he’s a well meaning menace. He enjoys going to places with lots of people and just exploring- such as boardwalks and downtown areas. He loves DIY and taking things apart and making new things out of them. Horror movie fan. He’s in a polycule with Lewis and Felix.

Lewis- very introverted and usually keeps to himself when fronting. Horror fanatic. Very into monsters and mysteries. He’s probably the facet that first got interested in malevolent. Bad abandonment issues so when he’s fronting ren and Felix are pretty close by. He enjoys wearing comfy clothing rather than making any sort of statement as opposed to his partners. Enjoys writing, reading (usually graphic novels because I am dyslexic as fuck), and listening to gothic metal. Can come off as rude by accident.

Felix: definitely Lewis’s foil and yet they get along very well seeing as they’re in a relationship together lmao. Loves his friends and is very enthusiastic about everything all the time. Has a killer gut instinct. He does have an originality complex and Will Die if someone shows up wearing the same thing as him. He’s a scaredy cat that prefers spooky movies over scary movies but will put up with them for ren and Lewis. Huge fan of slushies, junk food, and early 2000s emo music. He’s far too easy to tease but we love him with our whole heart.

Callum- constantly wants to be out exploring and adventuring and traveling. Pretty damn social and did a lot of fronting two years ago but he’s been taking a bit of a break- although I still see him show up quite a few times. For the most part he seems to be very well put together but in reality he’s very competitive and has poor impulse control and definitely has his chaotic moments and will just do things on a whim. Big fan of 80s new wave. Has cried over Duran Duran. He’s very good friends with the polycule. Australian?????

Moyra- oldest in the system and has been with me since about 5th grade. Very cynical and has middle manager energy. Used to be the protector but now she just does her own thing. She’s kinda rude and finicky but means well for the most part. Perfectionist and very easily stressed. Just turn on some New Age music for her and she’ll be fine.

Then there’s my fictives-

Arthur Lester- you know him. You know Arthur. He’s a mess. He’s very bad at concealing his thoughts and feelings and Doxa is constantly aware of them and is driving him crazy with his repressed homosexual issues. Is in like. A constant state of internal screaming but he talks and types like a polite young man save for all the fucking swearing he does LMAO- surprisingly gets along with Doxa since Doxa keeps Kayne away from him. Still trying to solve his podcast counterpart’s issues and is very invested in the mysteries of it. Good for him. Somehow always manages to get me hurt while fronting.

Kayne- yes that’s right there’s a Kayne in here. You also know Kayne. All of my chaos goes into that guy for better or for worse. Used to front a lot but since I’m going through a rough time he’s been taking a back seat since he isn’t very good with delicate situations OBVIOUSLY. When he fronts he’s always up to some fuck shit. Really likes playing among us LMAO

Melkor- from the silmarillion. Tbh this guy has been dormant for a few years which is a relief because he’s like if Kayne and the king in yellow were one person. If you don’t know what that means, just imagine if a goth metal head with anger issues created the concept of chaos itself and has the powers of a god. Anyhow, he’s been locked in his mind palace room listening to metal for the past few years and I prefer to keep it that way

[loosingmoreletters]

hi, firstly i read the new in-laws chapter, it was great, more about that later

secondly i want u to know i totally understand and respect ur decision to not introduce lwj in dtti, but i really do need the first he does when he does appear, to instantly fall head over heels in love with ren yihan and then feel so ashamed and guilty about it

alright back to the road trip au, i think u could, still, totally the whole pregnancy thing, i think that would be fun and the pregnancy could have started just weeks before a wild wei ying appeared and could still be unknown, it would be fun dramatic und kind of soap opera or telenovela like

bye bye, schlaf schön

Das Deutsch hat mich einfach richtig rausgerissen xD

Alright so kicking off with patching the road, dtti spoilers beneath the cut all way down!

I could really still toss in the pregnancy plot, and for sure play it soap opera style, but I think I’d prefer to treat it much more in the style of weeds in the garden, how pregnancy is very much a choice about autonomy in all matters, and a bit more serious than my crack premise in this fic. Especially since the way characterizations have gone so far, I do not think this fic can carry the weight of a situation that would’ve started with dubcon.

Alright, as far as dtti goes - LWJ is not gonna fall head over heels for “Ren Yihan” because Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian still have two braincells left to lose and are gone be real fucking stupid.

I can offer you this draft of a post get together scene, but it’s gonna be at least a year before I get to this. Can you believe that originally dtti was just gonna be the flashback arc of a bigger fic? Yeah, imagine that. We’d be no where even near it yet. The sequel might end up being called greet the daylight looming but I’m not sure yet.

(.)

The robes were pulled just low enough that the top of the scarring was revealed. The longer Lan Wangji stared, the more did the smooth even lines blend into something less like mindless cruelty and more an intentional mark.

“What is that array on your back?”

Wei Ying looked over his shoulder, a teasing smile on his lips that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Why, Lan-er-gege? Do you perhaps want to see me undress? How shameless.”

“Wei Ying.”

He paused and sighed. Then, with mindful deliberation, Wei Ying dropped his robes down to his waist. In another situation, Lan Zhan might be embarrassed by the display, suppressing his own desires, but bone-chilling horror won out.

Wei Ying’s entire back was covered by a terribly complicated array. Not a single bit of skin was unmarred, thin lines criss-crossing. Somebody had carved that into his flesh over hours, days perhaps with how delicate some of the lines were.

“I designed it,” Wei Ying said. One hand held his robes, and the other faintly tracing the delicate lines. “It keeps this body as it is. Took me a year or so to perfect, which is probably the longest time I’ve ever worked on anything consecutively. And when I wasn’t working on that, I was learning how dress and sit and talk. Lan Zhan, being a woman is so much work!”

[parvamundi]

The Han Solo metaphor falls apart disastrously when Mr. Armstrong starts bringing Sammy around for visits. Sure, it could just make him Kylo Ren, but what did that make Ollie? Besides, Auntie Lou might have been Leia but that made mom Luke and Luke didn't have any kids for her to be. Yeah. The whole thing's just been shot to shit, but that's okay. Weird as it is to be introduced to someone who goes by the same thing her father calls her, Sammy is okay people. Which makes sense.. he's an Armstrong after all. She likes watching him kick a soccer ball around in the yard, showing off his little tricks and looking pleased and bashful all at once when it makes him an easy favorite with the Mexican side of the family. Mom claims she's gonna buy him off Mr. Armstrong and sell him to the highest South American bidder and Sam, even knowing she's joking, can't help but wonder what it might be like if Sammy lived with them in her house— just down a hall instead of a whole country away on opposite coasts. She can't help but think then they might actually do what they keep dancing around doing but never do. At least she sure as hell never leans in first, even when the moment seems right, because she can never shake the thought that they only have so many days until he's on a flight back home and what would be the point in tasting something she can't actually have?

"If your dad says you're not for sale one more time, I think mom might just kidnap you." Small towel held out, she feels like some kind of a cliche, bringing the athletic boy his water bottle and something to dry off with but it hadn't started that way— it wasn't intentional. She was just... and he was over there sweaty and thirsty looking.. and it's HER house.. so it's only polite to... feel like an idiot in her own backyard, the heavy gaze of beloved aunts and uncles anything but discreet on her back. God, they're probably making bets about them. Sam flips the bird back behind herself and never takes her eyes off Sammy, as if it'll keep him from noticing. "It's not so bad here. My aunts and their Stus and Bullets actually go home sometimes. And Tara's in her shut herself up in her room phase. We could have most of the place to ourselves."

And the privacy to match. The kind she sneaks him into after dinner, when everyone's lounging about, drinking, smoking, talking... wrapped up in their own adult world; finally leaving her the room to tug him by the hand under her treehouse and set herself up with closed eyes and lightly puckered lips for a kiss.

( @echoestm )

Leaving California had become increasingly more difficult as of late. Leaving her had become nearly unbearable. Sure, there were girls on the east coast, cute ones, fun ones, but no one like her.

She was so distinct in his mind that he'd even shared his thoughts about her to his mother, which was a huge first. Suzy teared up, sniffled, and apologized for their life apart from his father and the little life Sammy had begun a whole country away. He understood, he did, but he'd be lying if he said it didn't still suck.

But he had the summer. They did. The whole summer to hang out and play and watch the grown-ups act weird around them or listen to them tease. It had been great so far, the greatest of his life maybe. Things are so different there, more laid back, fun, so much less hectic. He spends time with friends who feel like family rather than just actual family, like back home, in New York, where it's school, home, the tavern, or Aunt Anna's or Grandpa Sam's for weekend dinners. The Scotts were numerous and wonderful, but they weren't... like this.

Every time Ms. Christina talks about selling him off to the soccer (football) teams, he grins proudly and laughs at his father's reaction. When Sam mentions getting kidnapped, Sammy doesn't mind the thought, until he thinks of his mom and how much she'd miss him. He simply smiles, gives her a couple nods, but says nothing. He doesn't want to dwell on the what ifs.

And speaking of... There'd been quite a few that summer, but the particular one that consistently crossed his mind was what if they kissed. He found he couldn't stop thinking about it most of the time and only did when Mr. Loomis glared his way. In the moments he wasn't under that man's watchful eye, he considered asking Sam if he could kiss her or just leaning in and doing it and waiting for her to slug him. The time never seemed right though and he was still so unsure if that was even something she wanted.

Until she had him by the hand, drawing him to seclusion.

His brain doesn't process it at first, confused, staring down at her like an idiot for a moment when he realizes her lids are closed, lips puckered, chin tilted up. She's waiting, patiently maybe, for him to stop being a moron and make the move. Sam always seemed the type to wait for nothing, take charge, take what she wanted, and she's standing there waiting on him. He's so foolish and stupid for not moving sooner, but he's present and shifting, moving closer. A gentle hand lands on her upper arm before his presses his lips to hers, soft at first, timid, giving her space to stop this at any moment if she wants. When she doesn't pull away, Sammy applies a little more pressure, urging her to continue despite the fact that his heart feels as if it'll pound right through his sternum into hers.

[sana-yan]

fantasy booking/meta post-nj cup 2023;

!! spoilers under cut ↴

on SANADA;

following his big njcup win, i would love to see sanada get strapped with the belt. it's a similar beat to okada, 2016 naito (sanada's debut!!), EVIL (*sighs in missed opportunities*), and ospreay. if njpw is going all-in on SANADA, and they should considering he's taken up the niche that was once kota's, they need to give him legitimacy.

i think we can foresee a reign with a lot of changeover, but i'd like for SANADA to have at least a handful of solid defences against challengers -- he has a great set of rivals now that he's in the same "league" as them: okada, ZSJ (!!!!!!!!!), naito, EVIL (*sighs in future missed opportunities*), pwnoah's soya, shingo, and ospreay (!!)

with taichi by his side, they might even tease a short tag team run too. dangerous skulls, let's goo

all in all, a great showing from sana-yan and he has a lot to show.

on OKADA & chaos;

okada's due for a changeup and i think that his recent aggression with his own stablemates and looking to milf ace tanahashi could be interesting to play into, especially since chaos hasn't been a unit lately. robbie's quiet defection into tmdk has had no effect on his stablemates, which is always kind of disappointing but at this point; what is chaos? chaos during the nakamura leadership felt more cohesive, just a couple of lads doing their thing, but since okada has moved onto greener pastures, the group as a whole feels aimless in the story they're telling together.

people might dislike bullet club drama but at least the players are trying to make a script that involves everyone. :/ chaos as of late only get together to film a ytr dvd

which is why okada's tag match against bishamon was super cool! he went all heelish on them to the point where it's like -- kazu, those are your stablemates, mate, you have to see them later after the match -- if they pull the trigger on okada breaking up chaos (instead of another chaos defection) or his stablemates worrying about his recent attitude change and challenging him, that would be a fresh take on a severely underdeveloped stable as of late

on STRONG STYLE (ren, szk, despy);

what did they do to my beautiful boy desperado.......... i hate cheap mask removal spots, especially with despy. it just pains me this is where he is at when he's elevated the jr.'s scene while hiromu was injured for so long. now that he's down in the muck with h.o.t. on the undercard, that signals his contract might be a freelancer's (see also suzuki).

i am torn because despy is a very versatile wrestler and he will be a crowd fave for this year's wrestle peter pan, but i hate that his home promotion in njpw didn't give him the big win over hiromu. (bosj 27 kicked ass btw so if you haven't seen it, i strongly recommend thistle's watch guide here.) maybe he's taking matters into his own hands and raising his value in other promotions, but it saddens me that they'd resort to unmasking him like that when bosj 27's unmasking scene was story-laden and signified a big moment.

SHO is a funny lad and all but this felt such a disservice to have h.o.t. beat down ren and despy. what happened to their tag partners, taguchi and yano? where did they escape to? this is the issue i have with njpw face factions such as hontai. if they're faces, shouldn't they try to help ren and despy?

ren has the opposite throughline to shota and i'm sensing some darker edge to him which has got me fantasy booking like crazy. if the honorable fighter style of his mentor, shibata, didn't work, why not fall into the darker desires to finally defeat h.o.t.?

with suzuki-san and despy supposedly out of new japan's main scene for the time being, it sure would be interesting if ren went to the other fighter with ties to shibata who isn't afraid to get sadistic to win... aka give me the shibata-kenta lovechild ren narita. son of strong style gone dark with KENTA as his new influence. KENTA's been talking on about how ren is shibata's clone, so it wouldn't be a stretch to give ren backup just to spite shibata and also because elp hates h.o.t.

ren, elp, and KENTA vs h.o.t. doesn't sound too bad, depending on how bullet club is going to fracture following debbie-chan's loss this tournament. the never trios have gone down in quality, so adding KENTA's star power and elp's surge of popularity could elevate the trios scene, as well as give ren some more charisma with the crowd that shota is surfing on.

i think suzuki is going over KENTA in their upcoming match. suzuki wants to work more in the US and him holding the strong belt is good branding for the njpw strong show.

on TAICHI & J5G;

taichi, my beloved

that is all

nah, nah, i'll do a more focused meta on the breakdown of taichi's character someday but i'll say that this era of "kingmaker taichi" is a logical progression of his character. while j5g has no leader (based communist stable lmao), it's clear that the "emotional leader" is taichi.

i expect to see more of douki and kanemaru in bosj, and of course, for SANADA to be heavily protected (as he should! that's their ace!) in upcoming matches. while i will weep with a heavy heart at our holy emperor might be staring up at the house lights like TAKA, he has a "kenta kobashi"-lite underdog grit that i think that his losses only further develop his character and won't cool him off that easy. his backstage promos are witty, and the moments where he heavily blames himself for not being up to the standard of his partnering ace (milano, ZSJ, and hopefully sana-yan) signify the character's hardships. he also gets the crowd going hot when he's doing his mid-to-late match fire ups. idk if the man behind taichi just binge-watched a lot of classic ajpw and king's road but i am all for it. he's got kingston-like vibes but instead of addressing his enemies, he's addressing his friends.

i don't expect j5g to suddenly dominate the scene, but i hope we get a kobashi type payoff for taichi and douki like we just had with sana-yan.

on TMDK;

this pains me to say but imo tmdk are the least interesting active stable as a whole. individually, zsj + fujita is great, but the way that tmdk formed its group feels rushed and out of the blue to the majority of the crowd who didn't know the wrestlers had connections from way back. i know those two other dudes are zack's best pub lads but comparing them to the the presentation of early united empire, they don't stand out for me much. robbie relocating to tmdk might be a good move since chaos is... chaos... however, just like zack's induction in the group, i wish their major beats wasn't skipped or spedrun.

i guess they'll say that zack's lads talked with robbie at tamashii in australia? the others should try to find something to grip onto outside of relying on zsj's popularity and his current storyline with fujita vs the spurned young lions. i hope they can turn it around. i don't really enjoy eagles as a performer and i'm holding on for the payoff to the zsj story, but without an interesting storyline, this is low on my priorities. perhaps a full faction vs faction feud can spice up tmdk outside of shota vs zack for the tv belt.

on UE;

aussie open are perfect lads!! njcup was their place to shine, and they did rightfully so. i adore big men such as dunky, the stan hansen comparisons are appropriate, and kyle's little brother vibes mesh well with the cockiness of the UE. hoping they get a good rivalry with bishamon. while i'm not high on catch 22, i love cobb, o-khan, and henare's trios bond. tbh i am not as invested in ospreay's journey vs kenny, but i am excited for potential matchups with sanada, taichi, and okada.

on BOSJ :(;

as pointed out earlier, despy is out. :(

if hiromu's goal, and njpw's goal, is to elevate the jr.'s scene as much as liger did back in the day, they can't have hiromu dominating this field so much. liger's time felt amazing because they built up great rivals for him (naoki sano, wild pegasus).

the parallels with okada are fine and all but because njpw devalued so many of hiromu's rivals, i'm not as invested in the scene anymore, which is wild since the jr.'s scene is what made me subscribe in the first place.

the most i can hope for is douki to advance far and for new fresh blood to join this year's tourney.

on BULLET CLUB;

i am so glad debbie-chan lost because this added pressure to the angle is what they needed to differentiate it from previous power struggle storylines. before, it was leader vs leader or mini factions within bullet club duking it out with each other, but now this feels more like an ideology of who and what bullet club should be and aspire to do.

as unhelpful as chase is with his "both sides have a point" schtick, elp's focus on bullet club and finlay's focus on bullet club will determine the post-jay white era. i have mentioned it in previous posts but wishing for jay white to return won't help to revitalize the club as a whole. bullet club merch moved because the leader was getting belts and wins, and jay advocated for himself a lot. cheating as well, same with breaking the pace, and cooling off the crowd. all of these are great and they work for jay.

but people seem to have recency bias. jay wasn't universally respected or beloved when he positioned himself as the new leader. a lot of people hated him because he wasn't kenny omega, the best bout machine workhorse. we're seeing it again with finlay.

i think gedo knows that recreating jay will never get finlay over. he's harkening back to the workhorse heel like late aj styles and heavyweight kenny omega. i think that's the best foot forward in a post-jay vacuum.

i flung this idea around before but i would not be opposed to finlay cleaning house and replacing who he thinks are "soft" with the bc rogue army at tamashii. they are fierce and vicious. not only are they based in australia, making it easier to bring them, maybe ace austin and chris bey will be in this upcoming bosj, making it a numbers game between those who side with elp and those who side with finlay.

on ELP;

i love this cheeky little jevil (jester/devil) and unlike the popular takes, i don't want him to go pure babyface. i know he can, but he shines the most as a smarmy tweener-heel who loves derailing the match. only he can pull off his petty tactics without getting "go home" chants from the crowd.

if not in bc proper, it wouldn't hurt to put him in more tweener or other heel factions. i know for sure i do not want him in lij, his beef with shingo works best as it is, and chaos is dead in the water. with how njpw strong is being remade, and my unbidden bias for the filthmeister, i'm going to throw a curveball and fantasize about a team filthy!elp. team filthy is small enough for elp to have a bigger spotlight and also raise the brand of strong to the audience. also i really like tom lawlor and want to see him and royce more in japan lmao

on SAKURA GENESIS 2023;

bishamon vs ao: gonna be a banger

hiromu vs eagles: ngl, if they don't amp up the story, it'll be a forgettable fued. while it'll be no doubt, flashy af, if it doesn't rejuvenate a "lolhiromuwins" scene, the jr.'s are kind of bland. i actually thought lio rush was a perfect foil to hiromu as a rival b (with despy being rival a), and he'd be sorely missed. a draw between the two would have been very rare but also very awesome. others have brought up KUSHIDA to challenge hiromu because i think it'll be a hiromu win at skr gen 2023, but i think if they want to move the jr.'s forward, they're going to have to bring in new beats to old rivalries, or new rivals altogether. i don't think eagles has it in yet, but i am always looking forward to be proven wrong, so i hope the build to this is good for both wrestlers.

okada vs sanada; ngl their feuds have not been up to par with sana-yan's previous persona, but if njpw keeps these matches shorter, this okada vs sanada could really be truly worthy of moty. i personally would love to see sanada winning, with more borrowed new moves added to his set, but i won't be surprised if okada goes over. i'll keep a close eye on both competitors because now this match up finally has a dramatic gravitas.

[ryukatters]

The Feels

A/N: My brain has been running on empty for MONTHS, depleted of brain juice. This is all I can offer for AOT pt 2 coming back. I’m just happy to see all my babies once again. They gave me the strength I needed to finish this in two days.

Credits: Gege Akutami because I slapped Eren’s face on top of that one Yuuji panel, also shoutout to my baby @alert-arlert for the inspiration! Please read her work that inspired me here! Also check out this by @lacheri. Also shoutout to Cherry for beta-ing this, ily.

Summary: In which one simple question alters the course of you and Eren’s friendship. Alternatively, “it started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?”

Content/warnings: modern! AU, fluff, this turned into smut really fast, k*ssing, friends 2 luvers, Eren’s kind of awkward, slight jealousy on Eren’s part, teasing, nipple play, dry humping, slight humiliation, cunnilingus, facesitting (eren’s a strong boy don’t worry), damn I just realized this bitch talks a lot, Eren...finishes in his pants, no penetration (aside from tongue and fingers hehe), mentions of overstimulation

Pairing: Eren x Fem-bodied! Reader

Word count: 2.7k

“Have you ever wondered what it’s like to kiss one of our friends?”

You look up from your phone to stare at Eren, his expression unreadable. He’s not looking at you at all. His sharp profile punctures your field of vision. He’s sitting on the floor, shoulders hunched, while idly scrolling through some online shop on his laptop.

“N-no, at least I don’t think I have.” You watch his brows furrow, unsure if it’s because he came across a pair of kicks that he likes or because of your answer. “Do you mean in a romantic sense? Like if I’m interested in them?”

“No, like. Just out of pure curiosity.”

“Pure curiosity?” You stare at him, deadpan.

“Yeah.”

Silence fills the room. Eren has no idea why he asked that question in the first place. It’s a stupid question. Did he accidentally speak his thoughts? Maybe. And sure, he’s wondered what it would be like to kiss you. Plenty of times. Even things that went beyond the scope of kissing. More than he’d like to admit. But you don’t have to know that. Not right now, at least.

Eventually, he gathers up the courage to tear his gaze away from his screen to meet your eyes. He’s not sure what he expected to see, but seeing you try and read his expression made his heart race in his chest. Did you know what he was thinking? Are you thinking about what it’d be like to kiss one of your friends? Eren doesn’t even want to begin to think about the implications about the fact that he was one of your friends. He can’t believe he’s set himself up for failure with such an incriminating question. Eren wishes he can crawl under the couch and wither away.

You bark out a breathy laugh, catching Eren’s steady gaze. You pretend to mull over the question a little longer, but eventually ask:

“You think Jean would be a good kisser?”

“Jean?” Jean? Out of all the people you could’ve chosen, you chose Jean?

Eren would have let it slide if it was anyone else— Armin, Mikasa, Connie— okay maybe not Connie. But Jean? Please. Catch him on another day, then maybe.

“Eren?” Oh shit. Has it been that long since he said something?

“Yeah?”

“Something wrong?”

“What? No. Everything’s fine. I’m fine,” he chokes out the last part. “And to answer your question— no, I don’t think Horseface would make a good kisser. I mean, look at him, he probably drools a lot when he does.”

“That’s rude, Eren.”

“I was just kidding,” Eren assures. A pause. “Half-kidding.”

You give him a non-committed nod and hum before cocking your head to the side. “How about you, ‘Ren?”

“Me? What about me?”

“Have you ever thought about kissing one of our friends?”

Eren chews his bottom lip in thought before nodding. “Yep,” he sighs, popping the “p.” He finds himself shutting down his laptop and getting up from his place on the floor, stretching out the kinks in his muscles. He chooses not to elaborate intentionally.

“Who have you thought about kissing?”

“Why do you wanna know?” He takes a step and plops down on the couch beside you, arms spread on the back of the couch. Your brain short-circuits when you feel his bicep flex at the nape of your neck. You take a deep breath.

“Because! It wouldn’t be fair if I told you and you didn’t tell me. Besides, you were the one that brought it up in the first place.”

“Mm, yeah,” he agrees, stretching beside you lackadaisically, having no regard for how much of your personal bubble he was taking up right now. “But ‘m tired. Maybe I’ll tell you some other time,” he yawns, leaning back on the couch as he closes his eyes.

You smack his chest lightly to grab his attention, trying to ignore how firm it felt beneath your touch. Your hand lingers there for a moment, and you can see the beginning of a smirk appear on Eren’s lips. His warm hand wraps around your wrist before you can pull away. His calloused hand feels slightly rough against your skin, but strong.

“Fine,” he sighs dramatically, guiding your palm to rest right above his heartbeat. He presses his hand on top of yours, enveloping it.

“You really wanna know?” When he opens his eyes, his viridian stare is glazed over, and the timbres of his voice sink an octave lower, sending tingles down your spine.

“You wanna know who I’ve been thinking about all this time?” He asks again, this time bringing his face just a feather’s width from yours. His breath tickles your lips, teasing you.

It’s always been a game of cat and mouse between the two of you. One always has to chase, and one always has to be chased. Yet neither of you have been caught. Perhaps, then, it should be likened to a game of ‘chicken.’ Always skirting around each other, politely. Lingering touches, stolen glances, secret memories for you two to share. Getting closer and closer to one another, but never actually reaching that point of impact. When it comes to that final moment, the endgame, both of you swerve away from each other.

You wonder how long it’s going to be this way. Eren’s gotten more and more insistent, and you can only keep your walls up for so long. How much longer were you going to ignore the obvious elephant in the room?

You and Eren, Eren and you.

What would it be like to just give in?

“I do.”

Those two words seal your fate. Eren doesn’t wait to close the gap between you two, pressing his lips against yours firmly. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire. Eren feels like the gasoline fueling your desire.

It’s you who pulls away first, feeling like you’ve had all the oxygen deprived from your lungs. Eren kisses you once, twice, three times before he gets sick of your fleeting taste in between. He guides you over his lap, your thighs on either side of his, straddling him.

You make a conscious effort not to sit on his hardening length that was slowly starting to press against the inside of your thigh, tantalizingly close to your liquid heat. Eren seems to have other plans as his hands grip your hips to sit you down.

Any attempts at self-preservation are thrown out the window the moment Eren feels your hips slot against his. You two just fit so perfectly together, he thinks, like you were made for each other. You were just so utterly intoxicating that it made Eren want to drown in you, for all of his senses to be filled with you. It’s here that he realizes what he feels for you encompasses so much more than just simple admiration, it was a type of longing that was enough to make a man feral when given even just a small taste.

He captures your lips once more, his tongue darting inside to mingle with your own as he grinds his cock against your clothed heat. He swallows your moans greedily, like a man dying of thirst.

“You like grinding on my cock like that, baby?”

Whatever you were going to say gets stuck in your throat as he bucks up roughly, hitting your clit directly. It’s all coming too fast, too hard— Eren has a way of making you lose yourself in the pleasure that you can’t even think. He has you falling apart and you two have barely even done anything.

“Yeah, fuck— that’s it, keep grinding that pretty pussy on me.”

The way you swivel your hips makes Eren’s head swim. He wants nothing more than to devour you, taste everything you have to offer. The hunger that’s been slowly consuming his being— his want, no— his need for you has unleashed itself in its entirety, and he lacks the self-restraint to keep it contained any longer. He wants everything you’re willing to give him. Your voice, your body, just you. As he rips off your shirt and your pants, leaving you hot and needy in your bra and panties, Eren thinks he’s officially in love with you.

With shaky, adrenaline filled hands, he unclasps your bra and tosses it aside, forgotten in some corner of his living room.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he sighs as he takes one nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping purposefully. His other hand snakes up from its place on your hip to pinch the other one, areola hardening between his fingertips.

Your moans ricochet off the walls, filling the room with saccharine euphony that only deepens Eren’s desire for you. He drinks in every sound, filing it in a special place in his brain for future use. He finds himself getting closer and closer to his own release, and he can tell you are as well from the way your cries have become more incessant and whiny.

All at once, your delirium is quelled when Eren stops his ministrations. The look of confusion on your face makes Eren chuckle, but you can’t even find it in you to be embarrassed for being so desperate.

“What’s wrong, princess? Were you close?” He coos when you nod your head yes, giving you another searing kiss as a sort of consolation prize. “Don’t worry, I’ll make you feel good again.”

“I want to taste you, will you let me?”

“Taste me?”

“Mhm,” he hums, lowering himself down until he’s on the floor, in between your legs. You’re still in a similar position, but now you’re gripping the backrest of the sofa, knees sinking into the plush fabric on the cushions. “You’re so fucking wet. You’re dripping through your underwear.” To prove his point, Eren drags his pointer finger along your slit, using the pad of his fingertip to rub circles on your clit.

“C’mon,” you feel him nip at the meaty flesh of your thighs, then sucking hard enough that you know there’ll be bruises blossoming tomorrow. “Ask me to clean your sloppy little pussy up.”

“I- Eren, I can’t.” It’s too much, what he’s asking for. It’s so embarrassing that you don’t even want to think about it.

“Why not?” You can feel his hot breath fan against your quivering heat, drenched with desire for him. You subconsciously arch your back further, close to suffocating Eren between your thighs, which is exactly what he wants. “C’mon,” he insists, wrapping his arms around your thighs, pulling you down just a breath’s width away from his face, “ask me to eat you out. And make it pretty.”

It’s now or never. You want it so, so badly that you’re practically shaking with anticipation. You swallow your pride, and feel the shame rise up to your cheeks as you speak, voice barely above a whisper, “Eren, eat me out. Please?”

“Oh god,” you hear him groan breathlessly between your legs. “Yes, I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, baby, ‘swear.”

Eren slides your panties, wet with your slick, down and off with ease. The cool air hitting your labia makes you jerk up a bit, making Eren growl with annoyance.

“Sit on my face,” he demands, sinking you back down. He’s far too strong for you to escape his grip, so you push down slowly until you’re lightly pressed against his face. He gives your clit a nice, sweet kiss, causing you to gasp from the sudden jolt of pleasure. He lets go with a wet ‘pop’ that reverberates around the room.

“C’mon princess,” he gives your thigh a reassuring squeeze. “You nervous or somethin’? I thought I told you to sit on my face.”

“I’m just,” you swallow thickly, trying to recollect your thoughts, “what if I suffocate you?”

Eren gives out a hearty chuckle, and you can feel it vibrate throughout your entire body. “I’m not gonna break. ‘Sides, I think I can die happy here. You just taste so damn sweet.” And as if to prove a point, he pulls you back down again, except this time without reservation. You sink down on his face completely. He licks up and down your slit, sucking on your clit. Eren’s tongue laps up all evidence of your arousal before wriggling itself inside your tight hole. His fingers replace his tongue, skillfully pressing up into that special spot that has you seeing stars. Your brain practically turns to mush. You start grinding down onto Eren’s face, knuckles turning white as you continue to grip the couch for support. The way you roll your hips has your clit rubbing perfectly against the bridge of Eren’s nose, causing your eyes to find purchase in the back of your skull.

Eren, on the other hand, can’t help the way his hips thrust up into the air with every squeeze of your thighs around his head. His cock was struggling against the confines of his pants, but even the slightest pressure was met with tremendous pleasure.

This was definitely going to be a lightbulb memory for him. Nothing, no one, could ever compare to this.

He doesn’t even want to stop for air.

“Oh god, Eren— don’t stop, please. I’m so fucking close,” you gasp.

He doesn’t stop. He moans as he sucks even harder and thrusts his fingers in and out even faster, the lewd sounds of your combined sin filling up his apartment.

You feel yourself begin to ascend to release, but you need some sort of anchor to ground you, to connect you even closer to the man underneath you. One of your hands snakes down in between your legs to grab at Eren’s brown locks. Your fingers twist against his scalp and you pull as you plateau, your juices being expelled each time your pussy spasms, effectively coating Eren’s face and hand.

The mix of pain and pleasure Eren feels from you pulling his hair is enough to send him over the edge, groaning and whimpering as hot, sticky cum coats the inside of his boxers. He continues to lap at your pussy, with less fervor this time, enjoying the way you tremble above him from overstimulation.

You both stay unmoving for a short while, panting as the two of you try to regain some semblance of composure. Eren taps at your thigh, signaling you to get up. You practically collapse on the couch, sighing as you stretch out the kinks in your muscles.

“Good?” He asks, bemused.

“Better than good, that was the best I’ve ever had,” you reply earnestly, sitting up with a newfound sense of determination. “Now, let me repay you.” You begin to get up before Eren shakes his head in the negative.

“You- uh, don’t have to.” Eren rubs the back of his neck, the tips of his ears slightly tinged with red.

Your eyes dart down and see the wet patch right below his waistband. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, bending over slightly to give you a kiss on the forehead. “Just means that I enjoyed it, and your pussy was that good.”

The post-orgasm clarity is in full effect now, and before you have a chance to gawk at his statement, Eren is already making his way out of the living room. “Stay there, I’ll be right back.”

He leaves for a split second before coming in a new pair of pants, with one of his shirts and a water bottle in hand.

“Arms up, c’mon.” You do as he says, and your senses are met with the smell of laundry detergent and Eren’s signature sandalwood scent as he puts his shirt on you. “Drink.”

He lays down, head resting against a throw pillow nestled against the arm of the couch before patting his abdomen, telling you to lay on top of him. You oblige, arms wrapping around his neck, and his finding their way around your waist instinctively.

“Eren— uh, my underwear?”

“Oh, don’t worry,” he sighs contently, rubbing circles up and down your back. “You’re not going to need them.” You blanch and he laughs, one hand traveling up to grip your jaw so he can give you a kiss.

“And just for the record,” he pulls away a bit to brush some stray strands of hair out of your face, grinning widely. “I only wonder about kissing someone if I like them— in a romantic sense.”

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[yeagerdaydreams]

On today's edition of what's going on in Harlie's head... Eren would be more than happy to let you suffer when you don't beg for him as much as he wants you to. When you don't sound pretty enough for him when you don't use his favorite name... He just wants everything to be perfect.

Make Her Wait || {NSFW} E.Yeager x fem!Reader

Genre: smut, 18+ content, NSFW content, PWP

TW: smut, unprotected sex, 18+ content, offensive languages (swearing), dirty talk, orgasm denial, teasing, pet names (doll, baby girl, good girl, pretty girl), degradation, light slapping, hair pulling, daddy kink, begging, minors dni

Word Count: 1.5k

You had woken the beast when you had continued to send him picture after picture. You had hoped that it wouldn't backfire on you... but you knew better than anyone that that's exactly what was going to happen. Every new vibration from his phone as it sat on his desk at the barracks made another groan leave his lips.

Eren's large hand grabbed onto the phone and opened the most recent message. Another picture of you in your newest lingerie set filling the screen. His entire body felt like it was going to shut down, another one like this and he'd have to make his way to the bathroom. He growled and cursed under his breath, sending one quick text before he locked his phone again.

'Ren 💞 9:02pm

I'll be home in 20. You better not change and you better not hide from me.

You opened the message and a shiver ran down your spine, that was the Eren that you were looking for. The feral side of him that you always knew how to bring out when you needed to.

You made your way to the bedroom quickly, placing yourself on the edge of the bed. Patiently waiting was something you were best at, something that had never been Eren Yeager's strong suit.

Barely twenty minutes later you heard the front door slam open, your body jumped at the sound despite how excited you were for it. You had been anticipating this since the second that you heard him say that he was on his way home.

Loud boots on the hardwood echoed in the hallway and you crossed your legs, squeezing your thighs together as you heard them get nearer and nearer. His voice was gruff and full of desire as he approached the door. “You better be waiting for me in that same little out outfit, doll. I don’t wanna see you in anything else. Not unless you’re in there naked for me.”

You whined at the sound of it, watching the door handle turn slowly. As he pulled it open you could already see the hunger in his eyes. It was intoxicating, the way he looked like he was about to combust before he would even get into the room. Eren looked angrier than you had seen him in a long time.

He stepped inside and used his boot to kick the door shut harshly, stalking toward you like a predator after their prey. The crazy look in his eyes made a whimper leave you and the sudden grip of his hand on your chin made you lock eyes with him. “And who the hell do you think you are sending me those pictures all day long?”

You gave him an innocent gaze and watched the look in his eyes grow even wilder. You had the audacity to sit here and act like you had done nothing wrong? Eren’s fingers trailed underneath the strap of your bra and tugged, letting it fall down your shoulder. “But at least you were a good enough girl to make sure that you left this on. I’m proud of you, baby girl. Now listen up, I wanna hear you do something for me, yeah?” He ran his hand down your side and took a deep breath. “I wanna hear you beg me for what I know damn well your greedy little ass was looking for this entire time.”

The sound of it made you reach out for him, he knew that you had done this for a reason and it had completely fired him up. He could barely wait to get his hands on you, but he wasn’t going to let you get off so easily, not after what you had put him through all day long. “P-please, Eren. I n-need it. S’too good. I can’t stand it.”

His tongue ran across his lips as he listened to you purr for him, his free hand pushing his hair behind his ears. Eren contemplated it, did he really wanna let you off with just that little beg for him? Or did he want to hear even more from you? He hummed in content as his brain finally decided what to do, his hand coming up to your cheek. Eren tapped your cheek with a light slap and chuckled. “Not good enough. Guess you’ll have to wait a little longer.”

His body moved away from yours and you grabbed onto his sweatshirt, pulling at him to bring his body back to you. “No, no, please. I’ll do anything. Eren, I can’t take it.”

The growl that erupted from his chest made you realize that you were getting closer to breaking him. He was having a hard time, trying fiercely to keep you from getting into his head. But the way your voice sounded so pretty and lustful for him had him reeling. He reached out and grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling your head back to give him better access to your neck as he sunk his teeth into it. “If you really want it then I think you need to give me a little more than just that. I think you’ve got some things to apologize to daddy for, now don’t you?”

You nodded hastily, knowing exactly what he wanted to hear from you the second he brought of the apology, knowing what he wanted you to look like. Eren wanted you to grovel for him. You crawled onto you knees on the bed and gave him a proper pout, his grip on your hair now loosened as he tilted his head back to follow your movements. “I’m s-sorry, daddy. Please. I need it so bad. I don’t deserve it, but I need it.” You bat your eyelashes at him and pushed your lip out further. “Need to feel daddy’s thick cock, use it to punish me.”

A sharp breath left him as he grabbed your hips, a tightness in his chest telling him that he had to have you right then and there. Eren couldn’t hold himself back anymore. The sight of your pout mixed with that sinful little tone on your voice, it was nearly a KO for him. And the way you begged so pretty for just a taste of his cock… that was the killer.

Eren pushed you down to the bed, his knee pushing your legs apart for him. He had to have you and he had to have you right now. He gripped the sides of his pants and pulled them down, his erection standing already, more thoughts of your pout causing it to twitch against your thigh when he leaned forward. A large hand slid between your legs and pushed into the black lace panties that matched your bra, your pooling slick coating his fingers the second they landed there. Another growl came from deep in his chest as he pulled his fingers back, your juices covering them as he used it to stroke his cock. “Already soaked from just my words, how pretty is that?” He smirked as he lined himself up with your entrance, a quick snap of his hips sending pleasure through every single inch of your body. Eren’s eyes were on your stomach with each thrust, pushing himself so deep that he can see the bulge in your stomach as his cock stroked your walls. Lustful grunts fill the space around you as tingles and shivers fill your body, a deep ache for him engulfing you. He just can’t get enough of the sight of you, his voice deep and raspy as he speaks breathlessly. “Such a good girl for me aren’t you? Such a good girl to let daddy fuck this pretty little pussy whenever he wants to. My good girl.”

His gaze is still on you, watching every stroke of his cock, watching the way your slick coats his shaft, dripping out as he pounds himself back into you. Your small moans are angelic to him as he places his head into the side of your neck, your walls closing around him as he hangs onto every sound that you make. “S’good ‘Ren. Fucking hell.”

Your walls clench around him a second later, milking his cock as you cry out for him. The way you’re babbling underneath him and the way you claw at his back is enough to send him over the edge. He empties himself out inside of your walls and coaxes you further, keeping a slow pace as he reaches a hand between your legs, rubbing your clit vigorously with his thumb. “Such a pretty girl, go ahead and take it. Take all my cum, such a greedy little whore for me, yeah?”

Your whole body weakened underneath him, the extra stimulation causing you to scream out his name with a slew of curses. It was then that you reminded yourself to do this more often, getting him riled up just might be your new favorite thing. And as he watched you whimper as you came down he reminded himself to make sure he made you beg him more, wanting to see that pretty little pout you wore so well over and over again.

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[anothanobody]

I don’t know if this blog is still alive, if someone is here… but a drabble.

She was on top of him, draining him fully, it was his first time, first sexual encounter with Mikasa after a few months of knowing each other.

Eren had been nervous since the moment clothes were being stripped down, he just fell in the seduction game she was playing, reaching for the condoms with a trembling hand, clearing his throat and preaching of “my brother told me-“

“Don’t worry, ‘ren. I’m on the pill, we don’t need it.” Her hand was on his stopping him, that’s when she noticed the silver band on his finger, a presence that made her heart jolt in amusement.

She kissed him, guiding his hands to touch her body, to please her while she did the same with him. Touching parts of him that he didn’t know could be so pleasurable, could have him get chills down his spine.

He moaned in her mouth, ears of crimson red in embarrassment and flushed of lust with his green eyes growing darker.

Mikasa had to take a deep breath too when she sat on him, his dick filling her fully and perfectly. Eren had dug his fingers down her flesh with a lewd groan to keep himself from busting immediately and disappoint her, given her larger sexual past.

“You’re doing good.” She kissed around his face and neck.

She was so delighted with being his first, the little nerd in the chem club, the loner that only knows three people in the school; she was willing to keep him a secret from everyone else, to have him for herself.

He had fallen in love with her, so there would be no problem on his side and everyone knew better than to touch something that was hers.

Her hips started to raise and settle back down, he felt her walls warming him and clenching around him. Mikasa did not want him to push himself into edging too much though, she wanted it even for the minute he could last.

They would work on stamina together after all.

Her fingers went down to her clit, working rapidly to reach her own orgasm. “Cum for me, please-“

She whispered into his ear, kissing the lobe, he grunted in frustration, finally following his instincts guiding her hips up and down sloppily and roughly till he came deep in her and she did so too.

He laid his head on her chest, disappointed that he was not the reason she cummed but had to do it herself. With the exhaustion kicking in he couldn’t even ask for a second round to even things out, her fingers brushed through his hair so soothingly till he fell asleep.

When he woke up the morning after, he was alone with a note on his desk saying that she had to sneak back in her room and that they would see each other later.

It was through the middle of putting his uniform back on that he noticed the missing purity ring on his finger. He blushed knowing he didn’t need it anymore but it was to at least have the memento of it.

He looked around the entire room, asking his friends Armin and Reiner for it as well, maybe it had fallen before he had seen Mikasa.

They just teased him, looking at him with mouth agape at the revelation, how had the nerd manage to actually lose his virginity to the top student of the entire school.

It was at the end of the day that he finally learnt where it was, he had gone back to his room when Mikasa knocked on it, keeping her word and visiting him.

He smiled and kissed her immediately, apart from the ring, what was on his mind was replaying their night back to back, even if he wasn’t an expert nor had any experience, internet was some kind of help in wanting to do something for her now.

But just when his thoughts ended and he parted his lips from hers, he noticed the ring that he had been looking for, was sitting beautifully on her chest, around her neck with a silver chain that kept it up at the height of her nipples.

He was speechless, she noticed his stopping movements and just look down at the ring and then back up at him with a smile. “I promise I will treasure it forever.”

since she was the one who took his purity she’d keep the reminder of it on her.

Eren went from the speechlessness to the feeling of tightness in his pants, kissing down on her, telling her how good it looked on her, picking her up to resume and following the original plan of trying to learn to pleasure her tonight.

To see her wearing his ring might be for her to claim him but it was more reassuring for him to claim her, Mikasa wasn’t one to keep anything from hook ups, but this meant she was serious with him, she wanted him and he was the only exception out of everyone else.

He was the one who won.

Needless to say it was difficult to edge himself while the ring kept bouncing in between them, reminding each other of the property they had claimed on one another.

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yikes. i missed this au tho.

[spideyspeaches]

Vibrations per minute �� P.P

AN: Based on this post ehehe. (Also 223 followers?! I’m not crying you are ಥ‿ಥ Beta read by my baby sis @parkerpeter24​ <3<3

➳ Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

➳ Warnings: smut (semi public), vibrator, minors dni

➳ WC: 1.8k +

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Peter Parker was not who he looked to be. He was the kind of guy who impressed parents with his bambi eyes and A+ academic performances, but at the same time, he could be a little shit and tease the fuck out of you. For example-

Bets were a naturally occurring event in the Avengers compound, whether it was between Sam and Bucky about who could eat the most number of marshmallows in one go or between Tony and Peter on who could digest more amount of coffee in the least amount of time (both of which landed them in the medbay). 

So maybe placing a bet with your boyfriend may not have been your most intelligent choice. You were a smart woman, you should have known better than to place a bet with Spider-Man, especially if the bet included cardio. 

And now you were facing the consequences. 

You were sitting in the post mission debriefing room, thighs clenched as you saw your boyfriend trying (and failing) to hide his shit eating smirk. You felt the vibrations inside you once again, a little faster than before. Suppressing a moan, you tried to glare murder at him without letting the others know. 

Puffing your cheeks, you slid down the chair, hands folded on your chest. You were pretty sure your cheeks were blood red with the amount of heat you felt.

"Y/N are you sure you're alright? You look a little flushed." Steve asked, shifting to look at you from where he was besides You. He looked concerned.

"Uh- yeah- yeah I'm good. Just exhausted." You stuttered a response. Huffing, you tried to discreetly rub your stomach from clenching. A little whimper escaped your throat, which you quickly suppressed by picking up the glass of water and chugging down some.

Sam looked at you weirdly, the others not paying attention as Nick Fury asked them questions. 

"Miss Stark if you think you're going to get out of debriefing because your little boyfriend and father are sitting here, you're wrong. Please pay attention" Fury said, looking at you with his pirate eye, before turning around and muttering, "I swear sometimes they behave like school children."

You gave Bucky and Sam a glare as they snickered. 

"I'm sorry, I'll- uhh- I'll pay more attention. I'm just, my tummy hurts." You whimpered, flushing when you realised you had said "tummy" in front of the Avengers. 

"Well you better take care of the tummy ache. Don't want you to poo all over here." Peter smirked, your jaw dropping at how rude the little shit was. How unfortunate would it be when he finds out someone had burnt his Kylo Ren special edition figurine? 

"Fuck you asshat." You seethe, your glare intensifying when he increased the rate of vibrations using the phone app he was holding under the desk.

"Y/N, Peter, enough of this, now listen to what Pirate here has to say before he asks you to skedaddle back to your nursery." Your dad says, rolling his eyes at your childish banter.

You wanted to get out of there. Right away, because you couldn't take the shudders in between your legs anymore, or you would orgasm right there, in front of everyone. 

So to get back at them, you raised your hand like you were in elementary school, asking the teacher for permission, "May I go to the washroom? I wanna poo." You ask innocently, smirking when Fury widened his eyes.

Averting your eyes to your boyfriend, you silently conveyed your message, hoping that he got what you were up to. 

Ignoring the laughter of the babies in the Avengers' bodies, you stood up abruptly before he could change the settings anymore, walking stiffly to the bathroom.

"That was kind of mean of me." Peter finally said when you were out of his vision. 

"Yeah kid, I would've kicked your ass if I didn't know that she would do it before me." Tony snarked, curling his lips and shaking his head before going back to the dossier in front of him.

"You should go and apologise to her Pete. She looked upset." Steve piped in, his disappointed eyebrowsTM showing their way.

"She's in the toilet and he's a horny teenager, you really want him to go right now?" Sam said.

"Ew Sam, get your gutter brain out of here!" Peter defended, not meaning what he said.

In fact he was going to do just that. The entire time during the mission, you had been teasing him one way or another, whether it was landing in certain poses or just touching him every chance you get.

The bet was just an opportunity for him to get back at you for leaving him hot and bothered, dreaming about you all night in that tiny lingerie with spider prints on them.

“Yeah Sam, get out of here.” Natasha joked. Before he could witness the counter arguments though, he left the room, leaving a very noisy meeting room and a very frustrated Nick Fury. 

He found you in the bathroom stalls near the cafeteria. It was the women's bathroom but no one was around this time of the night, so he entered it. 

He could hear your moans and pants, your arousal hitting his nostrils as he tried to hyperfixate on you. His jeans suddenly felt strained at his… web shooter area. 

Opening the bathroom door, he clenched his fists. You were standing there, vibrator out of you and your finger inside, eyes scrunched as you threw your head back, not even noticing him enter.

"Why are you touching yourself?" He growled, smirking innocently when you jerked up, eyes taking a lustful look that sent his blood rushing south. 

"It's your fault. You were the one who made me horny in the middle of those boomers." You gritted. 

Your hand was poised on your waist now, legs still spread apart, your pussy on display. 

Grabbing you by your ass, he picked you up and slammed you against the wall, kissing your jaw, "Just seeking revenge." He mumbled  

"Oh oh Petey- revenge for what?" You moaned, arching your back as he undressed you, grabbing your now unclothed boob and sucking on one nipple, twisting the other with his fingers.

Moaning at the sensation of the cool tiles, you dug your fingers at his back, your wet pussy throbbing for a feel of his dick.

"You did it on purpose didn't you? Showing off during missions?" He sucked at your skin, leaving it tender and brushed, "you know how hot you look while you kick ass?" 

He unbuttoned his pants, letting his dick slip out with his boxers. His length never ceased to amaze you, the thick organ making your mouth water. You imagined it slipping into you, your thighs slipping wider on instinct.

He saw the look you were giving him, his lustful eyes full of mirth and desperation. Without waiting any further, he slipped out a condom from his discarded jeans' pocket, sliding his dick into your wet entrance, your ass hitting the wall as he pushed into your walls. 

Throwing your head back, you hissed as your walls clenched around him.

"You get, you get turned on when I kick ass?" You panted, grabbing his hair in desperation to the coiling in your gut, "Fuck I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna come Pete." 

"Well what are you waiting for princess?" He nibs your ear, squeezing your breasts to his now naked chest. You shuddered at the coolness of his body, he's always been cold to touch. 

"Fuck princess, feel so good." His mouth was slack, his thrusts getting harder as he shoved into you, "so tight for me. Enjoying my cock in your pussy eh?"

"Yes! Oh- I love it Pete I love it!" Hitting your head on his chest, you pinched his nipple, making him groan and hit your stomach, the slapping sound echoing in the bathroom.

"Say it louder pretty girl" 

"Why?" You whined, "I should get back to you for using the vibrator but I'm having too much fun." 

You groaned, Your eyes scrunched when his thrusts started to slow down, his senses too overloaded to work together with his stamina.

"Yeah you're needy aren't you?" He said, out of breath from your little meet. He set you down, wiping off your cum using the tissue paper, flushing it off in the toilet. 

He took a minute to just admire you. Your body was shining from sweat, your breath coming out in short pants. You were completely naked, breasts out to the display. He flushed when you smirked at him, you had caught him staring. Not that you minded.

"My beautiful girl." He said, voice husky from strain as he closed the distance between you both, holding you in his arms. 

You laid your head on his chest, rubbing your cheeks against his pectorals. You could hear his racing heart, chuckling when you saw heat rising up his chest to his neck and then face. 

"Why are you blushing? We literally just fucked." You laughed, tracing circles on his collarbones. He looked ethereal from where you were standing, perfectly sculpted by a skillful sculptor. 

"Because you're amazing and I can't believe you're my girl." He said. 

"Mmhm,” You nodded against him, “Also, do you always keep a condom in your pocket?" 

        __________••☆••__________

There were many reasons as to why you keep around Peter, and one of them is that he's an amazing chef. Living with his aunt and uncle, he and Ben had been the main source of home cooked meals, because Aunt May was never good at cooking. 

You saw him standing in the kitchen, flipping pancakes while he hummed to some melody. You didn't mind, you could stare at him all day. Thankfully, none of the Avengers were awake yet (but they would be. They're huge fans of his food) 

"Morning." You smile, wrapping your hands around his waist, placing your head on his back.

"Did you sleep well?" He asked, moving around as you clung to him like a koala. Giggling, you wrapped your legs around his waist, jumping on his back like a potato sack. 

"Mmhm, the best sleep I've had in a long while." You mumble, words muffled by his back.

"Is that so?" He asked. 

"Yup." 

Hearing shuffling noises, you quickly jumped off of him, fixing your t-shirt and sitting on the dining table.

You saw as Steve and Sam entered the kitchen, Natasha soon following suit. Clint had left for his home early that morning, wanting to meet Laura and his kids as soon as he could. 

You smiled at each of them, nodding a good morning and helping them sort a plate. 

You were arranging the plates when you heard a choked gasp. Alarmed at the sound, you looked up at Steve's horrified expression, looking at where he was pointing a finger.

"What?" You asked, biting your lips.

"That- is that a hickey?!?" 

Slapping your neck, you let the plate clatter on the table, ignoring Peter's scrambled replies. You saw Bucky entering from the corner of your eye, unable to formulate a coherent answer.

"Oh my god, Bucky they totally fucked yesterday!" 

Page dividers by @cicicantblog​

[sobdasha]

been thinking about the really weird dynamics of the Honda family

and the ways they parallel with the Souma family.

Tohru's relationship with Grandpa Honda has always been really inscrutable to me. It seems like Kyouko liked him quite a lot, and the feeling was mutual, so their relationship ought to be close, right? But despite relying on Grandpa around the time of Katsuya's funeral, I get the impression that Kyouko and Grandpa aren't very close after that? He takes Tohru in after Kyouko's funeral, but doesn't provide a place for her to stay during the renovations, and they don't seem to keep in touch.

I figured this was for the convenience of the plot. If Tohru was close with her grandpa, then she wouldn't have no family, no one left, after her mom died. If Tohru had somewhere else to go, it wouldn't be so vital that she be allowed to keep living in the Souma house.

I've been thinking about Shiki, though, and about Akito and Shigure as parents within the Souma estate, and I'm wondering now if this wasn't actually a parallel playing out in brilliant Takaya fashion.

Starting with a recap, because a summary of info is always useful to me:

Kyouko grows up in a family that is very much about Keeping Up Appearances and Knowing Your Place. Her dad is verbally and emotionally abusive and isn't above slapping people either. Her mother isn't affectionate and doesn't protect her, probably because she's primarily concerned with protecting herself from the fallout when anything sets off her abusive husband. Kyouko has never had her emotional needs met and she's never been socialized to see others as real people with real feelings. Before even 7th grade she's become part of the gang scene in a cry for help and attention, and because these are the only people she can kind of understand. Her father has told her she's kicked out of the house at least once prior before he finally makes good on it and disinherits her at the end of 9th grade.

Katsuya and his younger sister grow up in a family that is also very much about Traditional Values and Keeping Up Appearances. Grandpa Honda is a teacher, and he puts a big emphasis on Proper Manners (and probably also other things like Good Grades, Fitting In, and Knowing Your Place). He's stern and pressures Katsuya to become a teacher as well. We don't know what Katsuya's mother was like, but I'm assuming she was also not particularly affectionate. It's only after her illness and passing, probably when Katsuya is somewhere around 20, that Grandpa Honda reevaluates his life and what's most important to him.

From a young age, Katsuya flew under the radar by heavily masking--ie, he made a cardboard cutout of what society expected him to be, so Polite, Quiet, Respectable, Studying To Become A Teacher, while underneath it all being filled with apathy, resentment, and loneliness. His moral compass is deeply skewed--see his teasing of people, his attitude of looking down on people, his bragging admittance to using his father's influence to get away with things, his creepy expressions that are identical to those of The Root Of All Evil (ie, Shigure). He has no real interpersonal relationships--family, friend, or romantic. He's a 23 year old TA who is fixated on and marries a 15 year old girl because she's the first person he ever recognized as human--he saw her in the middle of a violent meltdown and it was the first time he was ever really struck by the realization that someone else might feel the same feelings he does.

(Which, in addition to the dubious legality and widely-regarded ickiness, is just downright pathetic. I'm sorry, but it's true. Fruits Basket itself backs me up.)

The first parallel that jumps out at me is between the stories of Kyouko and Katsuya, and Ren and Akira:

Ren is an Outsider. We don't know what her family life was before joining the Souma clan, but based on everything about her I feel it's safe to assume it was also abusive. A large percentage of the Souma family is against the marriage, but Akira is adamant because Ren is the first person he's ever connected with. Similarly, the Honda family (save Grandpa) disapproves of Kyouko and she remains forever an outsider to them.

In Kyouko's case, Katsuya is able to ditch his family and start fresh with Kyouko. Ren, on the other hand, has to live within the toxic Souma family to be with Akira. Both husbands die, leaving a grieving widow and child behind. Kyouko treasures her daughter and finds a new reason to live in Tohru, away from the rest of the Honda family; Ren, already jealous of Akito for getting in the way of her relationship with her husband (and not dealing well with being pulled even further into the Souma family bullshit with all this curse stuff), and trapped within the toxic Souma family with no one on her side, chooses to perpetuate the cycle of abuse.

The thing I've been thinking about most is the parallels between Tohru and the Honda family and Shiki and the Souma family:

As I said before, Tohru's relationship with Grandpa Honda is very strange. It's not just me--Yuki and Kyou make comments to this effect also, I'm pretty sure. But I think I can finally make sense of it now, if I think of it in light of Shiki.

I think there are a couple chapters of FBA out there that I haven't read (the one with Akito, and were there other chapters beyond volume 3?), but Mutsuki implies--and I think we should take this at face value--that Akito and Shigure hope that Shiki will leave the Souma family. They are not kicking their child out. They want this as loving parents, who have done their best to raise their child in a good home in the midst of a very toxic environment. I like to think they will do a good job of explaining this to Shiki, explicitly and clearly. Akito could have walked away from the Souma family, but she chose to stay because she had a hand in perpetuating the toxicity and generational abuse in the Souma family and she is taking responsibility for trying to end the cycle. She has finally stepped up as the head of the family. She could have walked away, but she didn't.

Shiki had no hand in making the Souma family what it is. Shiki is not obligated in any way to put up with that bullshit. Shiki can and should walk away from that toxic environment, go somewhere new, and be happy. He and his parents and all his non-toxic relatives can visit and call each other and still maintain relationships, but in healthier places, as everyone learned to do at the end of Fruits Basket.

This, I believe, is what Grandpa is also doing for Tohru. He's just less explicit and messes it up at first.

I don't know exactly why we don't see more of Grandpa's relationship with Kyouko and Tohru after Katsuya's death. Is it because Tohru, as the narrator, is prioritizing Only Me And My Mom stories? Is it because Kyouko didn't want to be a burden (is that part of where Tohru absorbed it)? Is it because Kyouko couldn't maintain a good relationship with Grandpa with the Honda Family Toxicity in the background?

The Honda family toxicity shows up in full force again when Kyouko dies. Tohru is a riceball that doesn't belong in the Honda family fruits basket. No one, save Grandpa, will take her in.

And then he invites his daughter's family, which he knows is toxic and will abuse Tohru, in to live with the two of them.

I don't know who came up with the idea--if it's Grandpa, that's a bit cold, as he should be caring for Tohru. If it's his daughter ("Dad, you're getting older, you should be living with us so we can take care of you") that does make sense, both as a reasonable social expectation (which dad raised her to adhere to) and as a power move (the Outsider shouldn't be getting so cozy with dad, and dad's inheritance, without supervision). I'm leaning towards the daughter, as I don't think the family combining was intended to get Tohru to leave. I think the remodel, though, was something Grandpa Honda saw as a good opportunity to convince Tohru to leave the Hondas.

I think "I'm having the house remodeled and I'm staying with my daughter, but you weren't invited, I could pull my weight or maybe you could find your own accommodations with a friend?" was intended to give Tohru permission to not feel obligated to the Honda family. I think it was intended to let Tohru find someplace she would actually be happy, a found family living situation where she could flourish. I think Granpda sincerely thought Tohru would move in with Hanajima, instead of into a tent, and realize that she was so much happier and fulfilled there that she never came back to the toxic Honda family and had no regrets.

Grandpa's judgment was a little iffy there but he tried.

I'm realizing that, if everyone moved into Grandpa's house because it was bigger, and it's being remodeled specifically for that purpose...the fact that Tohru is sharing a room with her cousin is very significant. Grandpa was so confident, there is no place for Tohru in that house. Tohru was never supposed to come back after the remodel.

(I don't know that much about houses so it's possible that they just didn't have room; depending on whether that's the uncle or the son, you've got to have 4 or 5 separate bedrooms, which I guess could be a lot. But this is a manga, they aren't strictly constrained to realism, and Takaya makes every damn detail count.)

Tohru isn't supposed to come back after the remodel, but she does. She does, and the family is toxic to her, and Grandpa tells her more overtly that she is not obligated to live here out of familial loyalty. If there's somewhere else Tohru is happier, even if it's a really unconventional living situation, she should feel welcome to choose that instead.

Grandpa's a parallel to Akito here. He's been becoming aware, since his wife died, that his priorities were all wrong. That he raised his children wrong. That Katsuya appeared to have no real emotions and had never connected with anyone outside of Kyouko and their daughter. (Maybe he learned to make work friends?? But I doubt it.) That his daughter is judgmental and cares more about the appearance of being proper than about not being rude.

Don't think poorly of him, Grandpa says. Deep down, they're just evil people. But Grandpa recognizes that he had a hand in creating those evil people. And instead of being like Machi's mom, who goes "well maybe I fucked up" and then throws her out of the family, Grandpa takes responsibility for the family he made. He recognizes that he raised his kids in a way that caused them to be shallow and rude and to think of people as means to an end, and he also recognizes that it would be shitty to reject his kids for turning out exactly as he raised them. He has to live with them (and his choices), he says, but Tohru doesn't.

Looking at it like that, I respect Grandpa Honda more. He seemed a bit wishy-washy before--useful for some plot and character development points, but wishy-washy all the same. But it's a tough decision, and having to prioritize people is always shitty. Grandpa not rejecting his daughter means sacrificing a stable home for Tohru. Akito staying as the head of the Souma family so she can ensure the freedom of the former Zodiac means that her child will be subjected to the same generational abuse, no matter how loving and supportive of a home life she and Shigure provide.

But they're both trying to do a right thing in a crappy situation.

And Tohru, like so many of the former Zodiac, does find happiness and fulfillment in the new family she's able to make for herself. She learns to make her world bigger, and she learns that leaving doesn't have to be the same as cutting ties. And so I'm very optimistic that Shiki will find the same.

[uwua3]

if it's ok 😳👉👈 i really love your writing and i've had this idea in my head for awhile but i can't get myself to write it on my own 🤔 i wanted to see how your spin would be on it- so can i request a prompt where reader gets jealous of tenma's co-actress in a romance and tries to mimic what she does to him in a show they're in?? ty!!! 💕💕💕 i look forward to your interpretation

thank you so much for requesting~ ♡ i love you sososo much; i hope this lives up to everything you’ve dreamed of! ♡ ～('▽^人) i LOVE YOU!!! <333

summary: when tenma lands a role in your favorite drama, he had one goal: to become your favorite actor

warnings: envy/jealousy, food mentions, rivalry (all covered briefly!)

author’s note: after learning everything there is to know about the k-drama, true beauty, on tik tok, i’ve decided to write this! for context, the only thing i recommend watching before reading this is watching the “roar” scene!

this is also the first time i’ve introduced made-up characters with names! please enjoy jun, the first character who isn’t canon to the a3!verse :D

word count: 3,768

music: like a movie – b1a4

pretty u!

🌻☀️ sumeragi tenma

what the heck was love, and why did he have to be in it?

sumeragi tenma, future “world’s best actor”, was suddenly... seeing why he hadn’t won that award yet. with a script in his hand and confusion in another, tenma read the title of the next drama he landed the role for

“PRETTY U...” it was japan’s next major love story, advertised on every social media platform possible with the all-star cast in the spotlight already. although it had already been out for a season, tenma was entering as the up-and-coming newest character of the series

tenma was boyish, young, and much too confident for his age—perfect for the role of a second-lead bad boy who was going to steal the heart and test the protagonist’s commitment

except... he didn’t actually want to take up a new project so soon. he only did because—

“what?! you’re going to be chan on PRETTY U?!” he proudly nodded and watched as you began ranting about how much you loved this show. there was only one reason he came to the audition: tenma wanted to star in your favorite television series

you always went on and on about how great everything about PRETTY U was. after hearing so much and pretending not to listen (even if he could practically explain the entire plotline now without watching it), tenma let himself become a fan, too

after all, how could he not be a fan when you loved PRETTY U so much?

tenma didn’t respond to his manager’s pleas until one day, you revealed another reason why PRETTY U was your favorite production: the main lead

“he’s so handsome~ i love him so much!” “do you know him? could you get me his number?” “look at him... he’s the most perfect actor in the business right now—ah, sorry ten!”

tenma scoffed every time, claiming he could most certainly do better than that hotshot. although the boys typically didn’t do the same type of television, he had become tenma’s #1 rival without even knowing it

besides... what did that guy have that tenma didn’t? he was just nice! sure, he held open the door for the lead, bent down to tie her shoes, bended over backwards just to be the perfect boy-next-door. yeah... even he couldn’t pretend anymore

tenma pouted at the thought, skimming over his next pilot episode for rehearsal tomorrow. he was too good to be real, after all, he was meant to end up with the lead girl anyways (spoiler alert!)

but, it didn’t matter how perfect that actor was! because tenma had gotten the role of “chan”, the leather-jacket wearing mystery with an actual heart of gold, and he was going to make the entire audience swoon

(though, tenma just wanted to make your heart skip a beat when he ended up on the big screen)

tenma would never admit how fast he checked his phone when he felt it buzz in his pocket. sure, it was unprofessional during rehearsal but he knew it was you. however, his smile dropped the moment he read what you sent

you: remember to tell him how much i love him!

tenma: hah... no good luck for your new bad boy?

you: you know i’ll always root for you, ten!

tenma: but, i’m better than that actor, right?

tenma watched his message get delivered and was about to keep bothering you until someone called his name like they were friends. speak of the devil...

that actor’s straight, white toothy smile made tenma stand a little straighter (damn it, tenma was shorter), eyes wide as the actor gracefully introduced himself as his co-star for the next month or so (how did his voice sound even better in person?!)

“good morning, tenma! my name is jun, i’m so honored to meet a fellow actor on set! let’s work together well!” were they... really the same age? tenma barely registered the fact he was suddenly shaking jun’s (right, that’s his name) hand. why did he have such a manly grip?

tenma quickly (to his dismay) found out that him & jun had entered the industry around the same time but often had different projects, so they were never featured in the same production before. apparently, that was creating quite a buzz in the media that two childhood stars were competing against one another

a competition that tenma couldn’t lose. he was going to be your favorite actor, not his rival!

jun, like the perfect gentleman everyone described him to be, showed tenma around the PRETTY U set. jun had nothing but good things to say about the crew and vise versa. that only reinforced how tenma was oddly much more quiet than he usually was. luckily, one of the talents of being an actor was improvising, so jun was doing just fine

when they had reached the dressing rooms, jun shot a bright smile at tenma and gestured to the rather large room

“we’ll be sharing a dressing room together, tenma! we’ll be spending a lot of time together!”

tenma suddenly regretted his decision to become chan of PRETTY U. you couldn’t have had a different favorite show?! anything but... this

there were now three main characters for PRETTY U: hoshi, yuri, and chan, creating a love triangle for millions of viewers to watch every week

nakamura jun, leading role, played “hoshi”, the boy-next-door. this is the popular boy at school with the best grades and an even greater reputation amongst everyone. next, uedo ren, one of japan’s rising female actresses of this generation. she is adored as “yuri”, the perfect girl. she is the typical nerd who suddenly transformed into the prettiest girl at school from learning make-up

last (but definitely not least!) is sumeragi tenma, playing “chan”, the bad boy. it was nothing like tenma’s done before, since the character was much less expressive than he was used to. chan is a traditional rebel who is revealed to have a soft side for yuri. but, chan (ironically enough) has a secret history with hoshi, causing tension in this already confusing love triangle

(embarrassingly enough, jun had to explain to tenma the complications and ties between each character. tenma, unfortunately, found it to be extremely helpful)

even with this newfound knowledge of the characters in season 2, tenma couldn’t help but absolutely ruin the first day of rehearsals. even with a decade or so of acting as his experience, one thing kept him from being chan: his lack of chemistry with “yuri”

“cut!” the director called out again for the nth time, sighing as their eyes landed on tenma, who was not enjoying being the center of attention this time, surprisingly

“take 5, kid. once you come back, i expect you to actually go through this scene without messing up your lines.” tenma nodded and exited quickly, feeling flustered from the looks of sympathy directed his way. usually, it was one-and-done. it didn’t take a hundred tries just to do another romantic and cliché scene

tenma exhaled loudly once he felt the fresh air upon his face. without the fear of cameras in his face anymore, tenma ran his hand through his hair with a frustrated kick at the concrete. come on! he was renown child actor sumeragi tenma, why was he so in his head now?

tenma was about to yell into the sky before he heard someone close the door, standing beside him with their usual silence. tenma didn’t even have to look to know it was jun (probably with the most pitiful look ever)

“tenma? are you okay?” jun waited as tenma tried to not say anything he’d regret, shifting his weight on his foot back and forth before relenting, shrugging as if it couldn’t be helped

“i don’t know... i just, i can’t see yuri that way. how am i supposed to flirt with someone i don’t even like?”

jun pondered the thought for a moment, before tilting his head, a boyish smile overtaking his features. tenma unwillingly relaxed; jun finally looked his age

“who do you like then?”

tenma froze, a blush even foundation couldn’t hide blossoming on his cheeks. jun let out a teasing “oooh!” as he nudged tenma with his shoulder, who pushed back with an eye-roll

“i-it’s not like that! don’t be so—ugh!” tenma cut himself off, rubbing the back of his neck and avoiding jun’s knowing eyes. damn it, they barely knew each other. why was he getting so comfortable with his enemy?!

“well, whoever you thought of, imagine yuri as them.”

“is that what you do?”

jun shrugged, not giving a clear answer for once. before tenma could ask for more information, their break was over

when tenma returned to the scene, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. when he opened them again, he watched as yuri transformed into the one person he’s been trying to impress this entire time: you

when “you” smiled, tenma couldn’t help but follow along. his first-take after break made the cut for the final product

“you must really like them, tenma~” — “stop!!!”

filiming afterwards became easy, especially when he imagined all his romantic words were directed towards you. he could feel the clamminess of his hands, the rapid beat of his heart, the intense blush across his face, all at the thought of you

(the only time he had to start over was when he accidentally said your name instead of yuri’s)

tenma was sure he’d become your favorite actor now! after all, you were his favorite person

“will you watch the first episode of PRETTY U’s season 2 with me?”

you had never said yes so fast in your entire life. when tenma learned there’d be a cast-viewing of episode 1 after finishing the season, he knew his +1 invite could only go to the biggest fan of the show

throughout filming, you were always the person who got him in trouble when the text tone wasn’t put on silent. you liked spamming tenma with a bunch of supportive and encouraging messages when you were available, meaning tenma always had something to look forward to after each scene

in return, tenma would send a selfie of him with his castmates or the set (or, what he was allowed to show under his contract). yet, despite your constant pleas, there was one co-star he’d never take a photograph with: jun

(“tenma! we’ve worked together for months~ shouldn’t i be called your friend now?” “no—” “huh?! don’t pretend you don’t like me!” “who said i was pretending?” “tenma!”)

at first, tenma was apprehensive about inviting you to an event where jun’s picture-perfect face would be on display everywhere. but, whenever he saw you, the weight of the tickets suddenly felt much heavier in his pocket. he couldn’t deprieve you of such an exclusive event just because of his jealousy (even if he was this close to doing so)

when tenma impulsively asked three days before, it felt worth it when you threw your arms around him (he hugged you back and pretended this meant something to you)

“i love you, ten!”

tenma felt like he was on set again, with yuri’s arms tightly holding onto his heart

“i love you, too.”

even after saying it so many times, tenma meant it even if he didn’t say it to your face every time

you looked like the star of the show

tenma fixed his tie as his blazer suddenly felt too tight. you appeared in your most formal attire, looking like a million bucks as you two sat across each other in the limo

“ten, look at all of this!” you pointed out every little thing of preparing for a professional event. the little glasses of champagne neither of you two could drink sat to the side as the leather seats molded to fit your posture. as the night lights of tokyo blurred by, tenma couldn’t help but think you sparkled more than this diamond of a city

“i can’t wait to go see the first episode! thank you for inviting me.” you bowed your head, as if suddenly overcome with gratefulness. tenma lightly kicked your shoe with his, fondly rolling his eyes as he tried not to smile (mission failed)

“don’t worry about it, who else would i bring? you’re my favorite pe—friend. friend, yeah...” tenma trailed off, suddenly finding something very interesting outside of the window. you only nodded, seemingly more interested in the fact there was enough room to walk around

when tenma caught sight of the infamous red carpet laid out in front of the theatre, he cleared his throat and put on his best face for the cameras. after stepping out of the car with his bodyguards nearby, tenma turned and gave you a genuine smile. not his typical arrogant smirk the news source ate up, but a type of smile only reserved for you

when he held out his hand, the flashing lights behind him seemed like a real celebrity, something you had never considered him to be before. it was like seeing tenma in a new light (both literally and figuratively)

“shall we?” you took his hand and wondered if you could ever have your own j-drama. perhaps, tenma could even be the main lead...

before you could step off to the side, tenma already had his arm wrapped around your waist with his unchanging expression (however, underneath it all, he was internally freaking out. what was he going to do now?!)

“you’re my date, right? walk the red carpet with me.” tenma winked (you swore it sparkled) as he gestured towards the carpet ahead. suddenly, the line seemed much longer

“t-ten... you’ve never brought a date before...” you mumbled, acutely aware of how soon it was to walk down together. tenma’s arm stiffened, but nothing else exposed the revelation as he looked down at you

“you’re my first, then.” and my last, tenma thought to himself. before you could change your mind, it was showtime. tenma put on his movie star face and introduced you to familiar interviewers, smiling away as if you two weren’t panicking on the inside

while you were focusing on the fact you were going to be going viral as tenma’s first “date” to the event, tenma was trying not to blush from how close you were. you felt... right besides him

tenma was a natural in front of an audience waiting for him to make a mistake. he flawlessly answered every question with swaggering confidence, his stride easy and poses photogenic

you did your best to follow his lead but it all ended when tenma took you into the theatre, staring down at you with a bright smile

“we did it! see, told you we’d be just fine.” tenma let out an exhale of relief, glowing with joy from the adrenaline of everything that came with being a superstar. as you looked up into his excited eyes, you saw him lean down before—

“your arm is still around me.”

silence, then a hurried separation as tenma put too many feet between you two. it was suddenly as if you two were strangers. you regretted the words the moment they left your mouth; you didn’t mind at all... why did you say something?!

“um... so, food?” tenma spoke up after an eternity of making excuses. you two quickly moved to the line of movie snacks, using candy and popcorn to substitue the suddenly awkward silence

when tenma ordered all your favorites without even asking, he turned around with the selection only to close his eyes and internalize every single thing he was feeling because there he was, his worst enemy

jun entered from a side door, most likely finishing up helping the crew with set-up (and 30 minutes early as usual) before catching tenma’s iconic bright orange hair, a grin lighting up his face

“tenma! it’s me, jun!” he said, as if they weren’t the two main leads of japan’s most famous drama so far. immediately, your smile matched jun’s as you watched as your favorite actor of all time make his way towards you two

“jun... of course you’d be here.” tenma said through gritted teeth, forcing a pleasant smile even with an armful of junk

“ah, still keeping the bad boy attitude? we’re off set now, you can stop method acting now.” jun joked, bringing his attention to you with a dazzling smile that would absolutely make any fansite’s career

“oh? who is this, a friend of yours?” tenma tried not to sigh so loud when you couldn’t help yourself and burst into a long rant about how amazing jun was. tenma waited until you reached your midpoint and stopped you with a quick nudge, trying not to scream (could jun stop being so... perfect? could you stop being so cute?!)

when tenma introduced you, he stood a little closer as he tried to maintain his jealousy. “they’re my date, by the way.” no one had asked, but tenma was clearly telling anyone who was around you two had gone together

jun’s eyes lit up in recognition as he let out a noise of surprise. “ah~ so this is who you—”

tenma didn’t regret losing his giant popcorn so fast to a co-star who could only be silenced with food. his wallet could afford another one, anyways. his pride on the other hand? could not let you know his acting secret already

“what was jun going to say?” you asked after you two departed for the viewing room. tenma nonchalantly pretended like everything was okay as he guided you to front row

“probably something about the fact you’re the one who always interrupts our scenes.”

“hey! my texts make your day, don’t lie!”

“go sit down and eat already, jeez.”

when it began, your eyes couldn’t leave the screen. it was better than you could have imagined. everything was perfect, it exceeded the standards of even the toughest fans out there. you loved every second of it... except...

tenma was too good at being chan. even with his bright hair, the dark clothes he wore made him appear intimidating, with his sharp eyes and even sharper smirk. chan’s appearance was tough, rough, and mean, everything tenma wasn’t

yet, you still couldn’t help but feel your heart sink when chan was clearly in love with yuri. yuri was one of your favorite characters by far, but she ended up bothering you for the entireity of the episode

especially every time she shared a scene (which were many times) with chan. chan was revealed to be a bad boy with a heart of gold, all with a special soft side for yuri

what was this feeling? were you... no, you couldn’t be! after all, you had never seen tenma that way before, right? yet, every time chan made an exception for yuri, you felt sick to your stomach

was it possible that tenma liked the actress who played yuri? you snuck a glance at tenma, only to see he was looking at you already (he’d never admit it, but he was watching your reactions to see if he made you proud. yet, every time you saw him, you subconsciously frowned)

were you not proud of him? did you not like his performance as chan?

before tenma could ask you, the scene changed into one of chan’s. he was standing outside in the school uniform, his head ducked as he swiped through yuri’s social media. before he could look up, yuri jumped in front of him with a teasing smile

“roar!” she called out, referring to their inside joke earlier in the episode. yuri cutely bounced back with another roar, holding her hands up like paws. chan watched, his typical rock-hard expression breaking to reveal his developing feelings for yuri

later on, chan stopped yuri in the hallway, other students watching as the school’s bad boy and goddess interact

“do that again.” chan demanded to which yuri innocently tilted her head, confused like a little puppy. “do what?” “that... that thing.” when chan roared, tenma sunk into his seat with an embarrassed defense and explanation ready. but, when he looked, you finally cracked a laugh at his little roar

your smile only fell when yuri roared again as a joke, but chan smiled for once. tenma wondered why... he thought you would be so happy to be here with him. maybe, he’d never be better than jun...

when the episode ended, it took a moment before you stood up and clapped. tenma followed along, but all he could think about was how he let you down. not only as chan, but as your boy, too

when you two left the room, you two hung back to watch as everyone congratulated one another on the success of the production. in the midst of the cheer and celebration, tenma felt small as he watched your blank expression

what did he do wrong? he put his best efforts into every scene; he might even say it was his best work yet. before he could apologize, you did the unthinkable: you roared

you jumped up into his face, holding your hands up like yuri did. when yuri did it, tenma didn’t feel a thing. but, when you did, tenma felt it. the butterflies fluttered in his stomach as he stared at you, frozen in place

“this is the part where you ask me to do it again.” you shyly trailed off, about to put your hands down before tenma weakly put his hands up, knowing he was about to regret his next move (if the embarrassment didn’t kill him, he didn’t know what would)

“roar!”

that was too loud, wasn’t it? the room suddenly went a lot more quiet as they turned their attention towards a teen actor roaring at his date

“yah! why didn’t you ask me the next line?”

“b-because... i know i like you even without you doing, that, again.”

you paused, taken back by his honesty. as tenma contemplated just falling onto the floor right then and there, you suddenly hardened your expression, standing up straighter with your arms crossed

“do that again.”

“do what?”

“that thing.”

when tenma roared again, much quieter this time, you nodded as you finally smiled genuinely for the first time ever since that episode started

“good, i know how chan feels now. i like you, too.”

“does that mean i’m your favorite actor now?”

(when jun released a video of tenma roaring online, he captioned it with “ROAR = ILY!!!” tenma realized maybe he wasn’t all that bad, but still)