#avert your eyeballs

[ickadori]

++ 𝐘𝐔𝐉𝐈/𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

[summary] during a playful fight between you and yuji, sukuna decides to make an appearance and air out yuji’s dirty secrets.

[cws] fem reader. dubcon. lewd use of sukuna’s tummy mouth. exhibitionism -> you’re in public but no one is around. one mention of a misogynist comment from sukuna. yuji thinks about you a lot. unedited.

“Do you …hah, do you give up yet?” Yuji pants as he has you pinned underneath him, sweat dripping off the ends of his hair and landing on your forehead.

You’d cringe and shrink away if you weren’t so determined to win this mock fight (never mind that you were drenched in your own sweat, as well).

“Absolutely not.” You grit out, hips futilely bucking up to try and get him off you. He barely budges, even having the nerve to laugh as he watches you struggle. You can hear Nobara booing quite enthusiastically, while Megumi grumbles about being late for class and having to hear ‘Gojo’s annoying mouth’.

“Ya know you’re not gonna win, so just give up already and agree to hosting movie night in my dorm this time!”

“Never! No one wants to stare at pin-up posters all night, plus your tv is too small, and your bed always smells like Doritos, and—”

“Geez, just say you hate me, why don’t you.” He rolls his eyes, going to sit back on his haunches as he stays straddling your waist. You kiss at your teeth, trying once more to buck him up while simultaneously bringing your hands up and shoving at his stomach. “And my bed does not smell like Doritos! Does it?” He snaps his head over to look at Nobara and Megumi.

“The cool ranch ones.” Nobara says, and Megumi nods in agreement. “Aka, the nastiest flavor.” Yuji gasps dramatically.

“That’s the best flavor! How dare you…” As he bickers back and forth with Nobara, you focus a little cursed energy into your hands. “…says the girl who eats pickles with whipped cream like she’s pregnant or someth—!”

In the blink of an eye you’ve got Yuji on his back as you straddle his stomach, a triumphant grin on your face as you keep your hands on his shoulders to keep him pinned flat against the ground. “Aha!”

“That’s cheating!” Yuji frowns up at you.

“No, it isn’t! It’s called strategizing.”

“Cheating!”

“I’m going to class.” Megumi begins to walk off, hands stuffed in his pockets, and you shout after him.

“Movie night is in my dorm!”

“Hey!” Yuji interrupts.

“Bring good snacks only!” You finish, and then Nobara is the next to go, jogging to catch up with Megumi as she flashes the both of you an amused grin.

“Cheater.” Yuji grumbles once it’s just you two, and you snicker as you let go of his shoulders and sit up, not bothering to stand up just yet. “Using cursed energy against your friend… you should be ashamed.”

“You literally threw a spear at me yesterday and it almost killed me.”

“That’s different! We were training, and I didn’t mean to throw it that hard.” His expression turned sheepish as he avoided your eyes, and you pursed your lips as you tapped his nose with the pad of your index finger. He wriggled it in response, and you softly laughed as you did it again.

“It’s fine, just know that you had it coming when I try to kill you in the future, mkay?” He blinks up at you.

“You’re creepy, you know that?”

“Says the boy with a third eyeball on his cheek.” This time you do cringe, watching as the red eye blinks open before settling on you.

“Wha—Sukuna!” Yuji snaps, hand moving to slap over the eye and cover it. “You should probably go now before he fully wakes up … you know how he is.” A pink hue bleeds into Yuji’s cheeks as he averts his eyes, and you feel your own face warm as you nod.

“Yeah,” you agree. Sukuna had always been insufferable from the moment you befriended Yuji, always piping up with mean, critiquing comments that bordered on being cruel. The comments had started with him bashing your fighting skills during your trainings with Yuji, quips of ‘you’re so slow - it’s a wonder you aren’t dead yet’, or ‘women on the battlefield is a bad fucking joke - hasn’t anyone ever taught you your place’, or ones that had left you teary-eyed and which you refuse to repeat.

Yeah, Sukuna was an asshole, which wasn’t a surprise to anyone, and you’d rather not have your day ruined before you even made it to your first class.

“I’ll see you tonight, Yuji.” You place your hands on his chest, about to use him to push yourself up to your feet, but a low, raspy voice has you stopping in your tracks.

“You’re sitting on my mouth.” Sukuna abruptly says, and you blink in confusion, your eyes flitting between Yuji’s and where you’re sitting.

“What?”

“Y-You should go now,” Yuji tries, but Sukuna is talking again and drowning him out.

“Your pussy, that hot thing between your legs, it’s on my mouth. See?” Something moves underneath you, and you flinch at the sound of fabric tearing before a yelp is leaving your mouth when something thick, damp and warm is pushing up between your legs and pressing against your clothed cunt. “You should be careful where you put that thing, y’know.”

He talks through the mouth on Yuji’s hand, and your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt as Sukuna swipes his tongue against you again, his saliva wetting the fabric of your underwear.

“Sukuna, st—”

“Sit back and shut up.” Yuji falls silent in an instant, and a wave of panic washes over you when you see his eyes gloss over and his head fall back against the grass, black markings etching their way onto his face. A grin stretches across his face, and hands move to lock around your hips, fingers pushing into your flesh as he makes sure you can’t go anywhere. “That’s better.”

“Y-Yuji?” You sound breathless, and you gasp when his tongue worms its way past your panties to swipe in-between your folds. “Yuji!”

“Relax,” he rolls his eyes, “the brat is still here. Watching and listening, he’s not gonna miss a thing, don’t you worry.” You don’t know if that’s worse or better—Yuji being aware of what’s happening, being able to see your face contort each time that tongue flicks at your clit, being able to hear the noises you try and fail to subdue.

“Stop,” your voice sounds weak to your own ears, and Sukuna guffaws, tongue forcing its way up into your cunt, the action eliciting a lewd squelch as he rubs against your walls.

“Stop.” He parrots back at you, hands tightening around your hips, and you duck your head down when his tongue leaves your hole to instead focus its attention back on your clit. “I don’t know what the brat gets all worked up about—yeah, you’ve got a sweet pussy and a nice pair of tits, but you’re a real fuckin’ tease. Rolling around with a boy in that flimsy little skirt and grinding your cunt up against him. Tch.”

“I wasn—Sukuna!” You jump when his teeth graze against your folds, the thought of him possibly biting you making a shiver of fear run up your spine.

“He wants to fuck you.” He couples the reveal with a harsh suck. “Fuck this cunt that I’m tonguing down - the pervert can’t go five minutes in a room with you without thinking about it.” Your ears burn as a fresh wave of slick rushes out of you, thighs trembling where they rest around his thick waist. “He’s too worried about scaring you off to do anything about it, though… but I don’t think he has anything to worry about, does he? Look at you.”

A whimper leaves your mouth, and you quickly sink your teeth into your bottom lip, not succeeding in blocking out the slurping, tacky sounds coming from between your legs. You want to stand up, get his mouth away from you so you can think straight, because your mind is all jumbled and fuzzy and screwy, and his words, his crude words that always made your skin hot and your stomach churn, is making it churn for another reason now.

“Won’t you give him a show, hm?” You barely register his words, and you yelp when his hand makes contact with your ass, fingers kneading at the doughy flesh as he repeats his earlier words. “Take your tits out.”

“No,” you warble, your hands weakly pushing at his wrists, a poor attempt to get him to stop moving your hips back and forth, forcing your cunt to side back and forth over his flattened tongue. “Sukuna, please.”

“Take ‘em out yourself, or I’ll do it for you and leave you to walk back to your dorm with nothing on.” You hesitate, eyes wet as you nervously lick at your lips, and when he makes a move for your shirt, you quickly begin to undo the buttons, fingers clumsy as they fumble repeatedly. “Good pet.”

Your blouse falls open as you undo the last button, revealing the pink bra you have on underneath, and you squeeze your eyes shut as you pull the cups of your bras down, fully exposing yourself Sukuna’s eyes .. and Yuji’s, too oh God.

The reminder that Yuji can see everything that’s happening sends a fleet of butterflies to your stomach, and you kick yourself mentally when you find yourself jutting out your chest just a bit. Does he like them, the thoughts zips through your mind, and you don’t have time to question where the hell it came from before hands are roughly squeezing at them, calloused fingers pinching and twisting at your nipples.

“Are they as good as you imagined, kid? Cause you imagine them a lot.” Sukuna smirks, and then he’s snapping his eyes up to yours. “You wanna know what he thinks about doing to them?” His tongue lazily laps at your folds, occasionally parting them to venture down to your clenching hole and take a dip inside before repeating the process.

Sukuna doesn’t wait for your answer.

“He thinks about putting his cock between them, pushing them together so it’s nice and tight and fucking them.” He demonstrates, hands pushing your breasts together, and you can’t help but watch his hands as they grope and fondle you. “Thinks about how they’d bounce when he’s got you riding his cock.” His hands leave your breasts to instead grip your hips, and you gasp when easily lifts you, just to drop you back down onto his tongue, the appendage sliding into your cunt and reaching deep.

“Sukuna!”

He continues to lift you up and down, forcing you to ride his tongue, and his eyes stay locked on your bouncing breasts, lips still fixed in that same smirk. “You gonna come?” You feel as if his words are directed at more than just you. He moves you faster, nails biting into your skin, and your face contorts into one of bliss as you hold onto his wrists as tight as you can, eyes fluttering shut as your pussy clamps down.

He pulls you down for the final time, mouth latched onto your cunt as you come, greedy gulps and sucks sounding as he swallows down your slick, his hands moving from your hips to your back. He roughly pulls you towards his face, and a whimper-y moan forces itself out of you as his lips wrap around a stiff nipple, teeth sinking in before he’s soothing the sting away with his tongue.

You sag against him, ragged breaths disturbing tufts of pink hair, and the aggressive sucking on your breast morphs into softer, gentler sucks, the nails that had been scratching at your back replaced with gentle caresses, and the tongue and mouth that had been abusing your now puffy and sore cunt is gone.

“Yuji.” You sigh, and he hums around you before his whole body goes stiff, tongue pausing its gentle swipe against your nipple, and hands slowly moving away from you. The heat against your chest is sweltering, and you push yourself up on shaky arms, tiredly blinking down at his red face.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know he would do that or say those things! I-I don’t even know why he said all those things, I don’t think about you like that, I swear!” He goes off into a tangent, eyes darting between your face and your breasts, and you sigh again before leaning back down to push your lips against his.

The kiss is chaste and quick, and when you pull back your face is as hot as his, and you become acutely aware of your state of dress, hands fumbling to fix your bra and redo your shirt as you avert your gaze.

“What was that for?”

“You… you wouldn’t stop talking.” You defend as you fix the last button, and then you’re struggling to your feet before Yuji finally frees himself from his stupor and helps you. He pulls away from you and takes a few steps back, the both of you staring at each other in silence for a bit, and your eyes widen when you see his shirt has been ripped away around the stomach, the skin there wet from you and his happy trail glistening with your juices.

“I-”

“You-”

“Sorry, you go.” You both interrupt each other again.

“He-”

“We-”

You heave out a breath as he groans, and when he goes to say something else to wave your hands back and forth, stopping him short. “Let’s never talk about this again.”

“Oh… okay! Yeah! Okay! Lips are sealed.” He motions to lock his lips and throw away the key, and you can’t help but smile just a bit.

“Okay.” You nod, hands twisting together, and there’s another uncomfortable silence before he speaks up again.

“I can, um, walk you to class?”

“Oka—oh, your shirt.” You gesture to his ruined uniform, and he looks down as his eyebrows raise.

“How’d that happen—oh, yeah.” He looks at you, and you roll your lips into your mouth. “I guess I should change then.” You nod. “I’ll see you tonight then, right? For movie night?” Could you really sit through a movie with him after what Sukuna just did, after what he told you? An ache starts as you recall what he had revealed to you, and your eyes meet Yuji’s as you nod again.

“Yeah. Tonight.”

[satcrvz]

LOVEFOOL!

— in which your boyfriend sneaks into your room and decides it’s a good idea to watch a horror movie.

SATORU GOJO X F!READER, readers love language is lowk physical touch, not proofread (are we shocked anymore)

thud.

you averted your gaze to the direction the sound game from, and behold, it was gojo. you began to question him. what could he possibly want at eleven at night?

"satoru? what are you doing here?!" you ask.

"you don't want me here?" he cries dramatically. you swore you’d never closed the space between the two of you that fast. your palm rose to cover his mouth.

you quickly reminded him, "quiet down! you know you're not supposed to be here." he gives a nod in affirmation to your words and you let go. you took a step back and started up the conversation again.

"so.." you began, "why are you here?"

he scoffs and makes his way to your bed. "well, you weren’t answering my texts." he says while falling back onto your bed.

you smile at him before making your way to situate yourself next to him. "you could’ve callled me."

he hums at your words, "yeah. guess i just wanted to see you." he props himself up on his elbows to look at you sitting next to him.

the sound of heavy rain followed by lightning and thunder catches your attention.

"damnit." you say as you get up to close the window.

he makes his way to you in an attempt to persuade you to stay, but his plan backfires. for the second time tonight, satoru gojo has fallen in your room.

this earned a laugh from you, which was probably louder than a 6'3" guy hitting your hardwood.

"baby, love of my life, what part of 'you aren't supposed to be here' didn’t click?"

"that one was an accident! i tripped over my slide! come help me up, please?"

you sighed and extended your hand towards him.

"you can stay, i'm not going to send you back into the storm."

"yes!" he says while pulling his elbow down with his hand in a fist. you laugh and roll your eyeballs at him.

the two of you were finally settled on your bed. the scene consisted of his back resting on the headboard with one of your plushies on his lap, while you scrolled through movies with him refusing any you suggested.

"babe! what do you want to watch then!? you’ve rejected like, the last 5 movies and said maybe to one of them."

he moves the plush in his lap to face you and puts on a high pitched voice, "turn on a horror film!"

"no way."

"pleaseee! it'll be good, i promise."

"and what do i get in return?" you ask.

"super hot boyfriend protecting you from the big bad monsters? i dunno."

you hand the remote to him and let him do his own thing. "you’re so cocky."

after scrolling through the horror selection, he finally lands on the conjuring 2. yeah you definitely weren’t going to sleep after this.

"move it buddy." he’s confused on what you're doing, but quickly catches on after he sees you removing the animal from his left hand and replacing it with your own.

the movie went by and around the 30 minute mark, you’d become startled by the man on the screen. you jumped but your face remained the same. you wouldn’t have said anything about it, but your boyfriend started lightly snickering.

"did you seriously jump?" he looks over to you.

"oh, shut up!" you raise your hand that was intertwined with his and gently slap the back of his hand.

toward the end of the movie, you started to drift asleep but managed to stay awake. gojo saw this as the perfect opportunity to mess with you. he put his hands on both sides of your stomach grabbed you as he said "boo!" in a hushed tone.

your eyes widened as you jumped, then quickly returned to normal to give him an unamused look.

"i hate you." you say.

"if you hated me, you would've sent me back home." he says.

"i hate that you're right." you say while draping yourself over him. " 'm gonna sleep now, you should too."

"i will once the movie finishes."

you hum in acknowledgement and began going to sleep. it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, given that you were already tired.

"i love you." he says before shutting off the tv.

he knew he wasn't supposed to be there and the risk of your parents seeing him there, but he didn’t care. if it meant he got to spend time with you, then he’d take that risk.

[poundingprincess]

Blushing and Beeps

Here’s another, much, much longer piece about a cardiophile couple below the cut! It might be slightly unrealistic because I don’t know if vital sign monitors actually have audio or not, but oh well!

Summary: a cardiophile woman who’s just had an operation (successful - we love fluff over here) and her cardiophile boyfriend enjoy how the vital signs monitor has an audible ECG. (Mostly fluffy, somewhat smutty? Nothing explicit.)

Ryan can tell when the anaesthesia has worn off because Jessie is no longer slurring her words, but the biggest giveaway is how her wide eyes dart back and forth between the vital sign monitor and her boyfriend’s face.

“You good, baby?” he chuckles, amused at how her eyeballs seem to be playing ping pong - up to the monitor containing her heart rate, blood oxygen saturation and respiratory rate on her left, then up to him sitting in the chair on her right.

“I didn’t- I didnt realise it was audible,” Jessie stammers, referring to the high pitched beep, beep, beep in time with each heartbeat.

“You were pretty out of it, but I didn’t expect it to affect your hearing too. You seemed to reply to me pretty fine.”

His eyes study her face - she’s avoiding his gaze, a telltale sign that she’s feeling shy. He fights the urge to smirk - it would be pure evil in how flustered she’s getting, right?

“Well,” he snorts, “not exactly fine, you were saying some weird things…”

“Shit,” she hisses, dropping her voice to a whisper, “I didn’t mention… you know, did I?”

He laughs, a little too loudly, then covers his mouth, not wanting to wake anyone.

“No, baby,” he smiles, leaning in towards her ear, “you didn’t mention your raging heartbeat kink.”

He pulls back, relishing the sight before him - a bright red paints her cheeks. Their gaze remains locked for half a dozen or so rapid beeps before he averts his eyes over to the monitor.

“85 BPM, huh?”

“Funny how you said it was my you-know-what,” she teases, “I haven’t looked at the number once.”

“Liar,” he scoffs, “now that you’re not preoccupied with your surgery worries, I’m sure you have space in that kinky little brain of yours to indulge while you can.”

Jessie realises he has a pretty good point - she wasn’t able to enjoy the ECG and the pulse oximeter earlier because she was so tense. But now the stakes are practically zero, so indulging in her cardiophilia kink would be a low risk, high reward activity. And a good way to relax.

But is it ethical? And how, exactly? It’s not like she can rub one out or fuck in the middle of a ward.

She glances down at her boyfriend’s crotch and is greeted by what’s at least a semi peeking through his sweatpants.

“Uh,” she giggles, “Ryan-”

“Don’t,” he groans, being the one to blush now, “I know.”

“Sooo, how come?”

“I-” he sighs, leaning in again, not wanting anyone to hear, “I promise you I wasn’t like this before. I couldn’t be, not when I was stressed - I promise that I am turned off as fuck when there’s a genuine medical reason as to why your heart is being monitored.”

“Trust me,” she smiles, feeling strangely relieved and even more fond of him (if that was possible), “I couldn’t be either. It’s funny how context plays a big part.”

“I think it’s because I know you’re okay now. Like you normally are when your heart’s the focus of my attention.”

She bites her lip. “I can’t lie, knowing that you can hear every beat right now is so fucking hot.”

“God,” he groans, and she shivers from his hot breath against her ear, “it is. It’s making me want to make it even faster.”

As if they’re both thinking the same thing - what effect did that have? - they glance at the monitor in unison.

83 BPM.

“I really wanna see a PVC on the ECG in live time,” she whispers, “but I don’t know if that’d set off the alarm.”

“Tr-”

Before he can agree that it might be risky, the curtain is pulled open by a too-cheery nurse.

“Jessie!” he smiles, “good to see you more alert. I’m just going to run some obs if that’s alright.”

Ryan flashes a discrete wink in her direction as the nurse reaches around his neck to retrieve his stethoscope. Stethoscopes have always been his girlfriend’s kryptonite.

“O-Okay.”

“Is that a Littman?” Ryan asks, moving his hands in front of him to cover his semi.

Fuck, Jessie thinks, I am going to kill him. His tone of voice would be perceived as innocent to anyone else, but only Jessie - just as intended - is able to hear the air of ‘I enjoy flustering you, my love’ that his question is laced with.

“Uhhh,” the nurse murmurs, turning over the bell (but thankfully not his face towards Ryan), “yeah, it is! Do you work in healthcare?”

“No,” he says, before a hearty laugh escapes his throat. “No, I, uh- it’s a cliché, right?”

“I mean, they’re the best of the best,” the nurse shrugs, “clear heart sounds are essential for diagnosing things like heart murmurs-”

He clears his throat, interrupting himself. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling. I forget that I can’t nerd out to people like you guys.”

“Yeah,” Jessie says shakily, forcing herself to laugh a little.

If only the poor nurse knew.

“Alright,” he sighs, “it looks like I can’t get this under your annoyingly long gown without the bottom being lifted up. Is that okay?”

Jessie nods, her tongue darting out of her mouth to wet her suddenly dry lips. She hikes up her gown to the middle of her torso, grateful that she’s wearing underwear - the only man who’d ever be allowed to listen to her heartbeat whilst she’s naked was not the one currently holding the stethoscope!

It takes everything in her to not whimper as the diaphragm touches her chest.

She wonders if the nurse can still hear the beeps of the vital signs monitor, then realises that both her and her boyfriend can hear just what he can, minus the lub-dubs of the valves. Knowing that they can both hear how fast her heart is racing makes her clit pulse.

Jessie looks at the nurse and prays he doesn’t see her eyes widening. When she realises he’s looking past her, she lets herself quickly look at the BPM displayed on the monitor.

85 BPM. Real cool, Jess, her inner monologue tuts.

Her eyes dart back over to her smirking boyfriend. As smug as he’s trying to appear right now, his cheeks are also flushed, which amuses her.

“Take a deep breath in for me and hold it, please.”

Jessie’s cheeks burn as she complies.

As she holds her breath, she can feel her heart beating harder against her chest. Against the diaphragm. Her clit throbs again - it’s all becoming too much for her, and she’s sinking into that sweet, fuzzy headspace of submission.

“And exhale for me.”

Her exhale is embarrassingly shaky, and she hopes it isn’t picked up on.

The nurse pulls the diaphragm away, and Jessie is reluctant to let herself relax. Surely he’s going to auscultate her chest throughly, or go to her back next, but he doesn’t.

“Sounds good,” he nods. “I’ll be back in a bit.”

The couple watch him put the stethoscope back around his neck and smile at them before walking out and closing the curtain again.

The second the curtain closes, Ryan stands and stares at Jessie in disbelief.

“I didn’t know “some obs” meant a brief listen to tricuspid before fucking off.”

“Ry!” she gasps. “Don’t be so rude.”

“I’m not!” he says, throwing his hands up in the air, “I’m just saying that I would’ve done a much better job at listening to you and making sure you were okay.”

The look in her boyfriend’s eyes - a stern gaze of lust and possessiveness - combined with his words makes Jessie swallow. She feels so small and protected right now.

“I know,” she whispers, as he walks towards the bed.

Ryan sits down on the bed and leans forward, brushing a few stray hairs behind Jessie’s ear. He leaves a long, gentle kiss on her cheek, then leans back and stares into her eyes.

“Listening to your heartbeat is a fucking privilege, Jess. It’s the thing that keeps you being you - my beautiful girl.”

Jessie can’t fight the smile that tugs at her lips in response to his affection.

“I know it’s silly, but I was worried while you were under. You know, like, what if you didn’t wake up or something.”

She giggles. “You know that’s rare, right?”

“Yeah,” he shrugs, “couldn’t help it though.”

A warm fondness fills Jessie’s chest - her boyfriend wasn’t usually one to be so lovey-dovey and vulnerable, so he must’ve really been worried.

It’s the worry that’s making him so affectionate… right? Surely not being able to hear every beat of his girlfriend’s heart?

Ryan places his hand in the centre of her torso, a hesitant look on his face. “Can I?”

She bites her lip. “You know it’ll probably make me… you know… right?”

“What?” he whispers, “horny?”

Jessie nods.

“Are you comfortable with being horny here? It’s totally okay and understandable if not.”

“Yeah,” she gasps, “I mean, I already, uh…”

She swallows and squeezes her eyes shut, suddenly shy and unable to finish her sentence.

“Awww,” Ryan laughs, “does being stethed really have that much of an effect on you?”

“Mhmmm,” Jessie squeaks, her eyes still closed.

Ryan taps in time with each beep of Jessie’s pounding heart against her sternum. “Can I move my hand up, love?”

Jessie frantically nods her head, and Ryan’s heart skips a beat at the view - his girlfriend looking utterly adorable and flustered, her cheeks bright red.

He drops his voice to a low, quiet rumble. “Use your words, princess.”

“P-Please,” she murmurs, “please feel my heart racing for you.”

Ryan beams at her, and wishes she could see how precious he thinks she is.

“Open your eyes, baby,” he coos as he places his hand over her left boob.

Jessie does, and is flooded with complete overwhelm that sends a warm pool of pleasure straight to her lower stomach.

Her boyfriend’s bright blue eyes filled with love, the rapid beeps of her heart rate filling the space between them, his hand placed firmly over her heart… it’s all so much, making her involuntarily whimper.

And then they both feel it - her heart stumbles against his hand.

If they weren’t so caught up in the moment, they would’ve heard it too - a very messy beep-beep, beep.

Their heads both immediately snap over to the continuous ECG on the monitor, and there it is - a tall peak followed by a pretty little dip in the graph, along with a reading of 90 BPM.

Jessie’s cheeks burn at the sight - she feels like she’s just been caught doing something utterly filthy. Her boyfriend just gave her a PVC, and there’s undeniable proof in front of them both.

And he’s going to milk this to tease her with forever.

“What was that, hmmm?” he teases.

“Oh, God,” Jessie groans, burying her head in her hands. “At least it didn’t cause some kind of sound like I was worried it would.”

“Nuh-uh,” Ryan says firmly, gently pulling her hands away from her face, “you’re going to look at me and tell me what that was.”

“You know what that was!” she whines. “You’re so evil!”

“I want to hear you say it,” he grins.

“PVC,” she huffs in a hurry, unable to make eye contact.

“I guess I’ll accept that,” he chuckles, “what caused it, huh?”

“I-I don’t know! I just feel so…”

“Exposed? Vulnerable? Observed?” Ryan offers, repositioning their hands into Jessie’s lap.

“All of those,” she breathes, “how’d you know?”

He can’t help but smile. “Because if I were you, I’d be feeling the exact same way. I’m fucking dying to get home and listen to her beat for me.”

“You kinda already can, though.”

“I can hear how fast she’s beating, but I can’t hear her.”

“Put your head on my chest?” Jessie asks.

“That’s an offer I’ll never refuse.”

Jessie shuffles to the right side and Ryan walks around the bed to lay on the left.

“I wish the monitor was on the other side,” he groans as he gets comfy, “I’d love to see the electrical activity as I listen.”

“I think we should buy a portable ECG,” Jessie muses. “Hey, watch the electrodes! You’re not supposed to even be in this bed.”

“Sorry, baby,” Ryan laughs, “I don’t know where to put my head. I kinda forgot about these because they were covered.”

Jessie pulls up her gown, making Ryan accidentally moan at the sight.

He clamps a hand over his mouth. “I hope no one heard that,” he grimaces.

“So… you like?” Jessie asks, her voice coming out smaller than she’d have liked - she was going for sexy, and ended up seeming timid instead.

“Fuck, baby,” Ryan breathes, “I love. Can I take a picture?”

“You can take a video if you want. Of all of this.”

Ryan jumps up from the bed and grabs his phone from the chair. He stands at the foot of Jessie’s bed and nods as he hits record.

Ryan walks over to the viral signs monitor.

“86 BPM,” he hums, “babygirl’s been loving this. We witnessed a PVC on this a minute ago too.”

His phone pans over to Jessie who doesn’t know what to do with her face or her hands. She settles for a wave.

“Pull up your gown, princess. Show me how pretty you look with the electrodes on your skin.”

Jessie complies, her clit throbbing at his praise.

“So gorgeous,” Ryan murmurs, “looks like we’ll be buying ourselves a portable ECG.”

He then pans his phone down to the outline of the boner in his sweatpants.

“I’ve been loving all of this too,” he says, dropping his voice to a whisper, “I wish we could listen to her heartbeat as she cums for me.”

Ryan locks his phone, throws it on the chair and climbs back into bed next to a speechless, blushing Jessie.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks.

Jessie gasps and nods, already breathless.

His hands cup her cheeks as he pulls her head towards his.

Jessie wishes she could focus on both the rapid beeping of her heart rate and how soft and warm his lips are, but the latter seems to be winning.

Ryan softly sucks on her lower lip, and Jessie gasps into his mouth.

“You like that, baby?” he murmurs against her lips.

“I’m so wet,” she whispers, “I need you so badly.”

“Not today, princess, I’m sorry,” he whispers back, “you have to be a good patient, don’t you?”

Jessie shivers at “good patient” - somehow it hits just as much as “good girl” does for her. Probably because she’s spent countless hours fantasising about Ryan being a pervy doctor who rewards his good cardiophile patients with lots of praise and attention on their hearts.

“Can we roleplay this? When we buy the portable ECG?” Jessie asks, eyes still closed and lips still touching Ryan’s.

“If you’re a good patient.”

“Fuck,” she breathes, “stop calling me that.”

“Why?” he asks, his voice laced with amusement, “will you have another PVC for me?”

“Maybe,” she giggles, before closing the distance again.

One of Ryan’s hands travels up to Jessie’s neck - a safe place to feel her pulse, since there’s no electrodes there. He pushes his pointer and middle finger against her carotid vein in classic fashion.

Jessie can’t help but whimper at how awfully clinical that, and all of this is.

Ryan pulls away and admires the mess he’s turned Jessie into - her parted lips slightly swollen, heavy breaths escaping them, and her eyes wide and desperate, screaming I need you.

“I’m not risking us getting caught,” he laughs, fondly. He glances over at the vital signs monitor and smiles.

“20 breaths a minute, huh? Do I really make you that breathless, baby?”

“I guess so,” Jessie pants, both loving and loathing his constant (and secretly successful) attempts at flustering her.

“Well, you know what I say - good girls get to breathe, so breathe for me, sweetheart.”

“I already am!” she laughs.

“No, no,” Ryan playfully tuts, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Look into my eyes and breathe when I tell you to, like a good girl.”

“Fine,” Jessie whines, squeezing her thighs together.

“Breathe in and keep looking at me,” he says.

Jessie complies, butterflies swarming in her stomach.

“And out.”

Jessie exhales, but Ryan tuts again.

“That was too quick of an exhale, my love. We want to slow your breathing down, don’t we? Try again.”

Jessie breathes in again and waits for Ryan’s instruction to breathe out, but it seems to be taking a while.

He has a cheeky grin on his face, almost testing his girlfriend’s ability to be obedient. The longer she’s holding her breath, the more prominent each of Jessie’s heartbeats are, which doesn’t help with her horniness.

“And breathe out.”

Jessie tries her best to exhale for as long as possible, but she really wants to complain, so she second she thinks she’d exhaled for long enough, she groans.

“Fucking hell, Ry, I’m not a swimmer! I can’t hold my breath for that long.”

“Don’t worry,” he says, “I was only messing with you, I like you alive and breathing, and you could’ve breathed whenever you wanted. But look, it worked.”

Jessie looks at her respiratory rate, which now reads 12 breaths a minute.

“Much better,” he says softly, “good girl. That heart rate is looking better now too - 68.”

“You know that talking about it makes it higher, right?”

Ryan can’t contain the massive, cheesy smile that stretches across his face at her cuteness. “I love you so fucking much.”

He never thought he’d find someone like him - someone with such a niché turn on. But he did, and she’s his, and she’s okay.

“I love you too,” Jessie purrs, “I wish you could always see just what you do to my heart.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Whose heart?” he jokingly asks.

“Oh, yeah,” Jessie giggles, “my bad. Your heart.”

Suddenly, the curtain opens again.

“What’s all this about hearts?” the nurse from earlier asks.

“Oh, you know,” Ryan says, trying to play it cool, “the usual romantic shit, nothing medical.”

The couple lock eyes, Jessie’s sending a silent plea of my heart rate’s about to go up if he steths me again and Ryan’s saying I hope you’re getting discharged.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I can see your wrist when you point, sensei... How indecent, kyaa.

If he doesn’t scare you, no evil thing will.

Crewel cast his gaze down at you. At this angle, you could admire how his dark lashes shadowed the silvery blue orbs he called eyes. They were cool, yet possessed a fire that you couldn’t place anywhere else but him.

His sleeve fell when he lifted his pointer, revealing a sliver of flesh where his red glove ended and his sleeve started. He indicated you, and the entire room fell silent.

“You’re focusing more on my bare wrist than on the course material,” he chided with a disapproving click of his tongue.

It was as though he was telling off a puppy that had had an accident on an expensive new rug. Disappointed but somehow not surprised.

Crewel lightly prodded your cranium with his pointer, as if knocking on a door. “Do you care to share your ‘indecent’ commentary with the rest of the class?”

A part of you shriveled up and died when all of the eyeballs in the classroom bore into you. Ace smirked, Deuce looked sympathetic. (Grim was busy attempting to snack while using his textbook as a cover.)

“N-No, sir,” you stuttered truthfully. “It was just a cheeky joke. I wanted to see how you’d react.”

Since you’re always dressed to the nines in that suit and fur coat…

“Keep your jokes to yourself. You may engage in whatever crude humor and barking you wish to after class,” Crewel tutted. “I understand that you pups are easily excitable, but there is a time and place for these things. I expect proper conduct in my class.”

He turned away, addressing the rest of the class. The heat, finally taken off of you—though your cheeks still burned with embarrassment.

“And that goes for all of you! Staring is also in poor taste.”

At once, everyone averted their gazes. Some looked at the walls, others, their shoes.

“Eyes back on the passage!” Crewel commanded, leaving your spot and resuming a brisk stroll around the classroom. “We were just discussing the union of the mermaid princess and her human prince…”

[superblysubpar]

Happy Friday! Could I request prompt #22 with Steve and shy!reader?

Steve’s mouth trails down your neck, the scent of spearmint on his lips hits your senses as his breath warms your skin. He drags one finger through your folds, a slow and teasing circle on the edge of your clit before he dips lower again. 

“St-Stevie-please, I-” you whine, cut off by a quick kiss as your fingers tug on his collar. 

“Hey.”

Steve smiles against your jaw, fully clothed and eyes roaming over your naked body spread out on your comforter. It should be embarrassing, the way you’re on display for him, but it’s just hot. Your eyes glaze over as you watch his keep devouring you. 

His fingers slip too easily up and down your slit, coating your thighs in more slick as he hums. “She likes it when I take my time with her, huh?”

“Yeah, uh-huh.” Body squirming underneath him as your teeth dig into your bottom lip, nodding frantically - desperate for the burning in your stomach to keep building. You feel crazy, greedy for his fingers to finally give you what you want. 

But not yet - you don’t dare give up this teasing and what it’s doing to you. You need it to last.

“Honey, wake up…”

Your head lolls to the side, eyelids fluttering as you make another sound. Louder, and one that shoots little sparks across his brain, neurons firing and lighting up a very specific spot. 

Jesus fucking christ. 

He knows that sound. Steve Harrington has made other girls make that sound. 

You’re having a sex dream. 

“Steve.” Your hips shift and roll against the couch you’re draped across, his name leaves your lips clearer than the first time he only thought he heard it. Your forehead wrinkles and your lips form a soft pout. 

Steve’s mouth drops open, his grip on the paper sack of greasy take out and the strawberry shake he brought over as a surprise slipping. 

You’re not just having a sex dream. You’re having a sex dream about him. 

Steve’s tongue licks over his bottom lip and he takes a deep, calming breath through his nose, eyes roaming over your figure. Your little cotton sleep shorts and a ratty band tee he’s seen you in hundreds of times seem teasing, cruel, fucking downright sinful now. 

It’s not like looking at you this way is like, uncharted territory, he is a man with eyeballs and a dick who really likes that one top you wear. Sue him for maybe having your face creep into his thoughts a handful of times while he’s jerked himself off. It’s not that weird for your best friend to turn you on occasionally.

His head tilts as you sigh in your sleep, his cock straining in his jeans. 

Okay, maybe a little more than occasionally. 

He curses under his breath when your hips roll again, squeezing his eyes shut. 

What does he do? Keep watching you? No, Harrington, that is so pervy. Think with your brain and not your dick.

 Leave the food and run home and replay this moment in his head forever in the privacy of his bedroom? Yeah, that’s a better idea. 

“Steve?”

Your best friend’s eyes shoot open, a strawberry milkshake in his hand coating it in condensation and you avert your eyes, looking back up at his face quickly. You’re disgusting, thinking about his wet fingers in your dream - pull it together. 

“He-” he clears his throat and looks down, deepening his voice, “Hey. Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”

“Oh, um, that’s okay. You brought me food?” You sit up and pull your legs to your chest, suddenly aware that you definitely got more than a little aroused while sleeping. 

Steve sucks in his breath at the way your shorts reveal the start of the curve of your ass and looks up at the ceiling then the doorway, praying you can’t see his erection. “Uh, yeah. You said you had a bad day yesterday.”

“That’s really sweet, wanna eat with me? We can watch a movie or something?” Dropping your legs back down, you preoccupy yourself with finding the remote, body heating up as his weight makes the couch bounce when he sits next to you.

Right next to you. 

His thigh brushes the bare skin of yours, your shorts ride up slightly and Steve’s eyes track the fabric’s movement slowly, wishing he was wearing only his boxers so he could feel his skin against yours, stupid fucking jeans, why is he wearing-

“Steve?”

Your question derails his thoughts, and he turns his head, almost smacking his nose against yours. “Oh, shit, sorry, I’m…kind of close, huh?”

He doesn’t move away though, and you watch his adams apple bob, watch his eyes move slowly over your face until they meet yours. His voice comes out in a soft murmur, “I can…”

Maybe dream you is still occupying your brain, taken over, you’re not quite fully awake or something, because no way in hell would you normally have the confidence to do what you do next. 

Your lips brush his, parting over his top one in a short and over too fast kiss. You barely feel it, you want more. But you’re an idiot who just sort of kissed her best friend. 

Steve’s heart is thumping in his ears, he’s not sure he’s ever been more nervous in his entire life. He’s kissed loads of girls. He knows what he’s doing, he really does. But before his brain can sort out what’s happening, you’re already pulling away. 

“So-sorry,” you stutter, eyes going wide. 

He drops the food and shake on the coffee table, hand reaching towards your jaw, cold fingers cupping it as he pulls you back in. Steve’s mouth moves over yours patiently, like he’s tasting and memorizing. Softer than you expected, plush and warm, and so so so slow. His thumb brushes across your cheek, buzzes of electricity jolt through you, your stomach flips, your arms have goosebumps forming. 

Holy shit you’re kissing your best friend. 

Steve tries to relax, he wants to remember this, this isn’t like kissing other girls. He wants to take his time, but your lips fit with his like no one else's, his stomach is doing this thing that he can’t even explain and he almost busts in his jeans when you make a little gasp into his mouth when his tongue licks over your top lip. 

Holy fuck. 

Your fingers tug around his collar, soft cotton under the pads as you pull him even closer and Steve’s fingers curl around your chin, tugging down with his thumb so you open more for him. His other palm lands on your hip, and he actually can’t keep it still. He wants to map you out with his fingers and tongue, trace every curve and dip. His hand curls around your back, taking the hem of your shirt with a finger and now his skin touches yours. 

You pant against his mouth in an attempt for air but you can’t stay away, lips meeting again as your noses squish harder together. His tongue flicks against yours as his hand moves up your spine. Heated skin that reacts to his touch, your body actually shivers as his hand moves higher and his tongue works over yours a little messy and more than a little dirty.  

When Steve meets nothing the higher and higher he climbs on your skin his eyelids flutter and he gasps, “Are you, you’re not wearing-fuck.”

You laugh into his lips, and it’s like the sound pulls him back like a magnet. He hasn’t made out with someone like this since he was 16. Actually, he’s never made out with someone like this. He falls backwards on the couch, stretched out across it, taking you with him. Lips parting over yours as he squeezes at your sides, not daring to touch your boobs yet, sliding back down to your hips which you roll against him and he sees stars. 

When you breathe his name into his lips, gasping when the denim of his jeans hits you in just the right spot, you remember your dream and this isn’t it. This is real. This is your best friend.

“We, we should slow down,” you pull away, gasping for air. 

Steve squeezes his eyes shut, tongue licking over swollen and tinted red lips as he nods. “Yeah, yeah, okay.”

You hold yourself up, palms flat to the cushion on either side of his head, but your hips remain pressed to his, swearing you feel the bulge beneath you twitch. Both of your chests heave in attempts for deeper breaths and when he opens his eyes, your body heats up under his stare. 

Golden eyes taken over by his blown out pupils and you clear your throat, embarrassed you came onto him so aggressively after years of friendship. You try to ignore the ache in your stomach as he reaches up and tugs on your chin. Steve kisses you once, just a sweet and soft kiss, before his forehead knocks to yours and he wraps his arms around you in a hug with a groan. 

“Okay, I-I know we should slow down. We should talk about this.” He kisses your temple, your jaw, moving to your neck because he really, truly can’t keep his hands or lips off of you. Years of repressed feelings and what if’s bursting out of him. You hum an agreement and your hips roll again and he groans into your neck, his scruff scratching and tickling you as he gasps out, “But, um, I need to, fuck, promise you won’t laugh?”

Steve takes your silence as agreement and he speaks into the sweat kissed skin of your neck, inhaling your perfume he wants to fall inside of the bottle of and drown, squeezing his eyes closed, “I gotta go jerk off or something cause I think I’m gonna be in actual physical pain if I don’t.”

Your laughter shakes over his whole body and he has to ignore how the movement sends another wave of euphoria through him straight to his dick. He squeezes you, fingers digging into your ribs, making you laugh more as he accuses and whines, “You said you wouldn’t laugh!”

You push yourself up again with your palms, eyes sparkling, “I did not! I said literally nothing.”

He narrows his eyes and yours soften as you kiss him again, sighing long and heavy before you pull away. You nod and clear your throat, “Okay, but really, if you need to…”

Steve’s tongue licks out over his lip again, eyes bouncing between yours as he rubs his palm up your spine. You watch his cheeks begin to twinge pink, and then his ears so you ask, “What?”

He clears his throat and looks at your lips instead of your eyes, still rubbing up and down your back. “Were you, uh, having a sex dream earlier? About me?”

You try to fold in on yourself, tucking your chin down, trying to curl and hide away forever. How does he know?

Two of his fingers tap on the bottom of your chin, lifting it, his voice soft, “Hey, come on, talk to me.”

Unable to form words, you only nod, peeking one eye open and his cheeks flush darker. Steve’s hands move from your back to your arms still propping you up, rubbing up and down them as his hips flex, still painfully hard. “Have you, um, thought about…this, that, a lot? Like you and me?”

“Yeah,” the word is quieter than a breath and if your face weren’t right in front of him he may not have heard it. 

He nods and rolls his hips against yours, fighting a smile when your eyes flutter again. You watch his eyes continue to travel over your face, dark pupils still at the forefront as his voice drops into something raspier, gruff, deep from his chest after his neck extends and he clears his throat, “Have you…have you thought about me while touching yourself?”

“Steve,” you’re not sure if it comes out more as a scolding, embarrassed word, or more a plea for him to keep talking like that. 

Your entire body is on fire as he swallows loud enough for you to hear, hand moving up your neck and cupping your jaw again. Both of your bodies slide against one another as each of your breathing picks up again. His lips part over yours, other hand curling around the back of your neck. He breaks the kiss though and speaks against them before returning their movement. 

“Will you touch yourself? Show me how you do it?”

He nips at your bottom lip when you gasp at the question. You never thought Steve would be talking to you like this, not like the dreams you’ve had, not like what you imagine when you do exactly what he’s asking you to. 

His nose skims over your jaw when you don’t move away, when you don’t say no. His stomach flipping as he speaks quietly, “I wanna take my time, but I literally am gonna explode and if you didn’t finish in your dream I was just thinking-”

“Yes.”

[onyxbird]

OK, the idea of a soulmate au where you can't look anyone but your soulmate directly in the eyes was not done with me yet.

Leverage version:

Sophie knows all the tricks for faking full eye contact. For a third-party observer, it's nigh-impossible to tell that she's not quite achieving direct eye contact short of using cameras with very good eye-tracking software. Trying to fool a mark into thinking she's their soulmate via “eye contact” is tougher, but on a mark who hasn't met their own soulmate (and thus has never experienced true full eye contact), Sophie still has a pretty good success rate. Every member of the team has been drafted as her fake soulmate on a con at least once. Or, at least, Sophie has tried. Parker failed to pick up on any of the hints Sophie was able to drop without blowing their cover, so Sophie had to switch tactics. Hardison tried valiantly to hold the near-eye-contact, and they pulled off the job, but he was struggling and his resulting nervous blather did not help the illusion at all. Eliot picked up her cues and pulled off the illusion flawlessly… and hated every second of it. The first time they faked prolonged eye contact, he ducked away to Nate's bathroom the second they got in the door, and Sophie (slightly insulted) wondered if he was going to throw up. He didn't, just practically boiled his skin off in the hottest shower he could stand. Nate is by far Sophie's most frequent “soulmate” on the job… None of the rest of the team are entirely sure whether the eye contact is fake or not, and neither Nate nor Sophie is telling.

Parker has never had any interest in making eye contact, and was genuinely unaware that this was a serious thing people actually believe in. (Sure, people talk about finding their “soulmate” through eye contact, but people also talk about summoning Bloody Mary through the bathroom mirror. That doesn't mean it's real.) The first time she looked directly into Hardison's eyes was both accidental and jarring. She averted her eyes and assumed they would never mention this uncomfortable situation again. She was not expecting Hardison to suddenly want to have an intense, excited conversation that was clearly loaded with some meaning she wasn't picking up on, and she definitely wasn't expecting him to do so while trying to eagerly stare into her eyeballs. When Eliot happened to walk in, she latched onto him like a spooked cat, demanding he do something about Hardison; there was something wrong with him, like he's possessed or something; make him stop!

Eliot has habitually avoided even the possibility of eye contact with anyone since he was in high school. (He certainly wasn't trying to lock eyes with people even before that, but, well, he and Aimee had tried once, back when they were young and naive and thought maybe they were meant to be. They weren't.) In his line of work… it was better not to know. There was just no way that would end well. He doesn't have anything against other people finding their soulmates, though. Really. So he's not quite sure why there's such a bite to his words when he snaps at Hardison to knock it off—that “soulmates” is no excuse for trying to look someone in the eye when they don't like it. But he's sure he can feel a headache forming as he's stuck between Parker's “'Soulmates'! Ha! …Oh, come on. You're kidding, right? That's not real” from one side and Hardison's horrified “Oh my god, I'm sorry! Parker, I am so, so sorry—I was just so excited, you know? I didn't realize—” start of what was clearly going to be a long and heartfelt apology on the other.

Hardison thinks soulmates are very romantic, and he's always hoped, you know? He tries not to talk too openly about it—dreaming of finding your soulmate was deemed “girly” and “wussy” by the popular boys at his high school, and he had more than enough targets on his back for bullying as a kid without drawing attention this one. He's always kind of thought he'd probably never find his, if he even had one. He did so much of his socializing with like-minded people online, and you can't make eye contact—not real eye contact—over a webcam. There have been some near misses that made his heart flip (Hell, back during that first Dubenich job, when Eliot had taken out all the Pierson guards and then given him that smug little smirk, for an instant—just for an instant—Hardison had almost thought their eyes met directly. He must have imagined it, too caught up in the incredibly sexy and unexpected display of competence on display in front of him to avoid a split second of daydreaming about what it would feel like to look straight into those incredibly blue eyes. Anyway, it had never happened again, and after working together for so long, they surely would have looked each other in the eyes by now if it were possible.), but no dice. Until now. Parker, though… Even while apologizing (he should have realized to be more careful with Parker), Hardison could barely keep the absolutely giddy smile off his face. There had been no mistaking that, and god when people talked about “getting lost” in their soulmate's eyes… Wow, they weren't kidding!

Nate will expound at length about how the concept of “soulmates” and consequently the act of making eye contact have been exploited and commercialized for all of recorded history, the absence of any scientific evidence that the rare ability to make eye contact with another person actually correlates with any real measures of relationship compatibility rather than being a random biological quirk that has been superstitiously fetishized, and (if the person who brought it up isn't desperately trying to escape the conversation yet) whether the concept soulmates is compatible with Catholic theology. Very few people last long enough through his disparagement of the entire concept to notice that he has skirted around ever actually saying whether or not he's ever made direct eye contact with another person, and even fewer are willing to risk touching off another lengthy tirade to press him on the matter.

Thanks @soulmate-au-bargain-bin for the fun idea!

[startrekvsfaceapp]

[midamappreciationweek]

Midam Appreciation Week 2024

We're so back, baby!

We will once again be celebrating our favourite archangel/just some guy pairing. Come join in the fun!

When? From September 29th through October 5th 2024

What? Let's celebrate by posting fics, art, gifsets, collages, cosplays - or whatever other fan-ish work you want! As long as it focuses on Midam, everything goes.

How?

Make it Midam (surprise!)

Tag your stuff with #Midamap2024

Choose one or several prompts - or don't, and do whatever you want forever. The prompts are suggestions, in case you need inspiration, but they're entirely optional.

If life kicks you in the ass and you don't make it on the respective day(s) or during the week, post late and tag this blog (@midamappreciationweek)

No hate! If someone creates something you don't like, avert your eyeballs (however many you have) or do whatever your (lack of) eyesight means you have to do to stop reading. Don't shame people, full stop. Especially not for their ships, their kinks, their writing/art skills etc. This is a celebration, not a competition, and not everything will be catered to your taste.

Canon-verse, AUs and crossovers are all allowed. Give us Midam meeting Venom and Eddie. Have those two live out a film noir story. Make them meet on an alien planet - or in a coffee shop. Make them dunk on the Winchesters in the bunker. It's up to you.

Prompts:

As pointed out, you don't have to use these, but they're here if you want some inspiration.

September 29th: King / Jewellery / Oath

September 30th: Sigil / Paint / Transmutation

October 1st: Sorcery / Rules / Equilibrium

October 2nd: Monster / Eclipse / Doorway

October 3rd: Sword / Freedom / Sanctuary

October 4th: Blood / Barrier / Sunlight

October 5th: Power / Carnage / Rainbow

What else?

If you have any questions, send an ask to this blog, tag it in a post, or send it a message in a bottle (though depending on where you live, it may take some time for the river or ocean to carry it here).

If you don't have a reply within 24 hours, bonk this blog with a cardboard tube. Probably, notifications aren't working correctly. Possibly, the mod is being slow.

And lastly: Happy Midam-ing!

[mellowwillowy]

- Specimen Girl -

Yan!Dottore×Fem Reader

Dead Dove : Do Not Eat

Yes, it's all based off the lyrics to Specimen Girl's song lol. Also I aint a medical student so let's just pretend what Dottore does is scientifically true lol

Gore description (maybe), delusional Dottore, reader got kidnapped and 'operated' by Dottore (eyes gouged, arms and legs numbed down), necrophilia but you can almost ignore it if you stick with Dottore's delusions, cannibalism (eating your heart), suicide (you and Dottore)

some comfort: Sandrone tried to avenge you but Dottore said bye-bye first lol (don't worry she'll dishonor Dottore's death with Columbina for you instead). I've also toned down lots of things and scenes so yeah, I've warned you so don't come at me

Will mention reader's past a bit near the end of the story.

Word Counts 4.1k

01・Let’s gouge out your eyes

00・that way, you won’t look at anyone else

Dottore's finger dances on your face, his thumb slowly caressing the skin around your left eye. You try to break free from your restraint but fail nonetheless. Bruises formed on both your wrist and ankle, burning from the friction of the restraints whenever you struggle. Your eyes dilate in fear and pain as Dottore presses his scalpel on your lower eyelid.

"Say, Senior, why did you stare at that bastard so lovingly?"

He presses the blade even deeper now, drawing out blood from the cut. You scream from the burning sensation, writhing under his restraint which earns a chiding from Dottore.

"Ah ah ah. If you won't stop wriggling, the operation will not be neat anymore" he chides you as he brings his palm to your tear-stained cheek, blowing wind to your eyes as though he's mocking your pitiful state.

"W-why, wh-why me? Lo-lord Ha-Ha-Harb-Harbinger, I-I have ne-never even o-once shown a-any-"

Dottore shushes you down. He knows what you were trying to say. That you have been nothing but a good citizen. That you have never even once disregarded Tsaritsa nor opposed her rule.

"Like I said earlier, this," Dottore presses the scalpel inside your eye socket, cutting down the nerves of your eyes as you scream in pain "is only your punishment because you've been giving your attention to someone that's not me"

Each second feels like you are being skinned alive, flapping like how a fish would be on the ground. Dottore slowly circles the scalpel around your eyeball, cutting every nerves it can find. Your left eye has already lost its sight the moment the blade cuts one of the nerves, blood flowing out like a waterfall.

"Aw! Don't leave me just yet! What's the point of this punishment if you are not here with me?" Dottore bites your lip, drawing out blood from it. You can feel the steel taste of it and it makes you feel sick. Your stomach can't even tie any knots anymore at this rate.

Dottore humms down a tune as though he is trying to calm you down. It's the tune you used to hum during your study in ʏɿoƚimɿob and almost everyone knows that it's your little song that you'll use to ease people down.

And not for a maniac humming it.

Dottore pulls out your left eyeball easily, observing it closely before he kisses it and shoves it for you to see. Better remember how it looks like before you can no longer see anymore right?

"Go on, observe how beautiful your eye is Senior. Oh? Maybe you should also..." Dottore places your eyeball right next to his beautiful ruby eyes "remember how your Junior's eyes look like" Dottore grins maniacally.

Without being said, you've long memorized your captor's appearance. Ruby eyes, teal hair, and visible sharp pointed teeth whenever he talks or grins.

And how red his tongue is as he licks your eyeball.

Time's up and all you see next is how Dottore places your eyeball into a container with fluids in it. Probably to preserve your eyeball. And what about the other jars? Oh god no. Why did you think about the other jar when you were trying to-

"I won't allow you to avert your thoughts away, Senior" Dottore kisses your right eye, slightly licking it as though your eyes are nothing but sweet candies for him. Again, the scalpel comes into sight and

"So please bear with it, Senior ♡"

The last thing you tried to focus on was his pointed teeth that were revealed as he grinned.

You scream atop of your lungs and drowned into oblivion after that.

04・Let’s cut off your hands and feet

00・that way, you won’t touch anyone else

You might not be able to see anymore but even you can make out where you are right now. A bed. You can feel something tight wrapping around your eyes. Bringing your shaky hands toward your eyes, you can feel just how empty your eye sockets are now.

It hurts.

You cry out but what comes out was not crystal clear tears but instead, blood.

Why must you feel this pain again even in this world?

What had you done wrong to him? You knew he was a harbinger and you had never even once insulted him, right? You cry to yourself before realizing that you are no longer restrained. Run.

And so you run, bumping toward everything but still manage to reach the door. You frantically turn the door knob and swing the door open, running toward the empty hall despite bumping into lots of things.

And you bump into a man. It's not him right? Judging from their groans, it's probably someone else.

"H-help! Help me! P-pl-please! I- I, so-someone" your hands frantically try to find their way toward the man's, looking for support.

Oh if only you were still able to see, you could have seen how the pale the man was as he shook in fear. Even so, the man stayed silent and

Splat

You feel something... gushes toward your face. Some kind of fluid. It doesn't take long for you to identify what it was after the fluids find their way toward your tongue.

The man's body slumped down and you threw yourself backward. What just happened? You don't know, you can't see anything!

Losing your own balance, you fell down on your butt. Still in shock, you frantically feel the blood on your face. Realization hits you and you realize, the man has been killed in front of you. You scream in horror as you wipe your face frantically, smearing the blood even more. It's getting harder to distinguish which is yours and which is his.

"Senior"

Dottore's voice cut your mind in half immediately. You twitch in fear, this man is still here with you. You can feel him walking toward you, his footsteps are not heavy but sharp nonetheless. He stops in front of you, crouching down, he yanks you by your ankle toward him.

"Come to think of it..." his fingers slowly caressing your ankle "I haven't punished your feet too hm?" Horrors shot inside your body. No no no. You have enough of being blind, now to become an immobile porcelain doll altogether? You shook your head vigorously, a bunch of incoherent babbles of begging won't stop him.

"And this hand..." you cry even louder as he yanks you up to your feet "I shouldn't allow it to touch anybody else anymore right?" He gives the back of your palm a kiss "Mmh, let's proceed with it now"

He drags you toward somewhere you don't even wish to know. Smells of antiseptics and blood invade your nose. It's your biggest nightmare now. You thrash under his grip but it barely does anything, especially with how weak your pitiful state is now.

He lays you down on a chair this time, your hands and legs taped onto something plushy. Dottore hums the tune again. Instead of making you feel better, it only makes your stomach churn in fear again. Clinking noises, pokings, and pricking your skin, you feel how the foreign fluids enter your body.

It's not anesthesia to your demise.

Left wrist, right wrist, left ankle, right ankle.

You feel your whole body boiling in pain. Your scream never bothers him as it's much more regarded as music for his ear instead. Your eyes wound reopen as you cry, blood flowing out like a waterfall.

It didn't take long for you to finally choke on your own sobs, how you can no longer feel your arms and legs.

How you no longer wriggle in pain and fear.

Dottore kisses your sweating forehead as he wipes all the blood off your face.

"You did great, Senior ♡"

01・Why did you, although I am here,

00・sleep with other men?

Dottore's eyes did not leave your side even once. Watching every movement like how a predator would. His gaze lingered on your half-exposed chest. Dottore didn't like you showing your skin but he had to admit that your dress did a great job with it.

Your face remained beautiful in his eyes even with the mask covering half of it. You did notice how he was gazing over you despite having his eyes covered by his mask but you brushed it off. Besides, you had a better thing to care for, which was the company in front of you. Oh, how his arm found its way to your waist, pulling you closer to him as you two whispered to each other seductively.

The alcohol definitely helps you two loosen up to each other, sharing kisses before making your way to any chamber available.

What you thought to be a private moment with the man was shattered down. Dottore was in fact, there, inside the room. His eyes were redder than usual, watching you two in fuming rage. Where he was is none of your concern, what matters is that he was there.

A few days after that, the man was announced missing. His mutilated remnants were soon found floating by the river.

03・That’s the punishment for the crime you committed

00・I’m not letting you go anywhere anymore

But he can't do that to you. Instead, he'll break down anything of yours instead of blowing a death to you directly. Yes, your punishment would be way easier than theirs. He wants you to be with him after all.

― ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗᵒᵈᵃʸ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐʸ ˢᵖᵉᶜⁱᵐᵉⁿ ―

00・I'll drive a picket into your chest

00・and put you inside a case with a glass door

But, even so, the temptation to learn your heart remains there. No matter how many years it has been, he still wishes to learn how your heart works. What makes you skip? What makes it beat so fast? How does it pump your blood? You wouldn't mind him poking it every now and then right? He'll just pull your heart out and learn it for a moment before returning it back to its respective place.

00・I’ll place that in my room

00・and observe you every day

There has never been a moment where no one sees him without you next to him. Either on a wheelchair or carried by him or his clones. Isn't that nice? This way, you two will never be separated anymore!

He will never be bored observing you who was sitting motionless. Oh, you are the most beautiful doll he has ever seen! Even Sandrone furrowed her eyebrows as though envying his precious creation while Columbina spins out curses toward him because of how she would never be able to match your beauty.

03・Each time I look at you, I feel shivers

00・and the blood in this body boils

Even today too, you can feel Dottore's gazes linger all over you. How he loves to move your hands or legs, how he loves to kiss your cheek while lightly biting it with his sharp teeth. To draw out noises from you, that's all he's asking for. For someone who can't move or see, you surely survived longer than he expected to.

Not like you can do anything after all

04・You are already only mine

06・Yes, you are my Specimen Girl

On some occasions, Dottore will cover your face with a veil, only allowing him to lift it and observe your eternal beauty. Your bandages used to be drenched in red wine but it seems like you have finally accepted everything.

The bandage is pristine white, meaning you are no longer dwelling on your past traumas, reopening the wounds with your tears.

00・That’s right, I’ll preserve you in that liquid

11・That way, you won’t rot away

But this is weird, you've been awfully quiet recently. It's not weird for you to stay silent for almost a whole day but even so, he would never fail in earning a groan from you. He also notices how your skin started to crack up like how an old porcelain doll would.

He places his head on your chest, listening to any kind of heartbeats or it pumping blood. Not a single beat was heard. And you, on the other hand, start to crack even more. Are you a human, or a doll?

Have you ever been a human in the first place?

No human would have their skin cracking like this, and yet your flesh and heart are real. What and who are you? Dottore ponders to himself before deciding to craft some kind of potion for you. One that a living one should never be exposed to.

"Don't worry Senior, this will help you"

00・Silent as the grave, that unique scent

00・arouses me once more

You are as silent as a porcelain doll would be. Some kind of sick, familiar scent is now all over you. And yet, he does not make any complaints at all, instead, he... loves it. The mixture of something rotten and the foreign fluids inside your guts and on your skin, he never has enough of it. It's sickening as much as it is addicting. Sandrone and Columbina's distaste grows more and more even though they can't do anything about it.

As much as they hate his treatment toward you, they have to agree that your beauty was in fact, preserved as how it used to be. Flawless if they discount the small cracks on your skin.

They hate him but what can they do? They have promised you and one should never break their promise. Never.

00・Your now unmoving body

00・I defile without paying any price

You didn't move but he could hear you coming to life again. Has he succeeded in bringing you back to life? Have you finally found your will to live again? Countless nights of learning your heart and brain are finally paid off.

The blood doesn't taste like it used to anymore but who is he to judge? As long as it's you...

Dottore hugs you tightly, his hands traveling to somewhere he shouldn't be. His kisses are greedy and rough, teeth ripping your lip as he tastes your blood in his mouth.

He intertwines his fingers with yours as he pushes his kisses deeper into you. His tongue explores your mouth, clashing with something familiar. Has your tongue always been like this?

―ₐₐₕ, ₙₒw ᵢ fₑₑₗ ₗᵢₖₑ ₑₐₜᵢₙg yₒᵤ ᵤₚ―

The frilly dress is ripped open as his eyes won't stop devouring every inch of your body. Your heart is beating, for him, for him, for him!

Angelic moans can be heard as his finger traces your delicate skin before resting inside your lacy panties. Just because you have found your will to live again doesn't mean you have also gotten yourself a new body. In fact, you still couldn't move at all. Even so, Dottore still tries his best to earn any kind of reaction from you, how your head twitches in pleasure as he teases that one spongy spot inside you.

Oh if only you still have control of your arms and legs, you would probably trap him with your leg and choke him to death.

He has to feel what you felt and yet to your own dismay, all he's doing right now is pleasuring you. Hell knows you wouldn't want him to feel the same pleasure.

His lips found their way again, to your cold lips, neck, shoulder, chest, tummy, and...

"The night is still long Senior, so please bear with it okay?"

00・Your body gone cold

00・when I touch it with my hands I feel shivers

You lay there next to him with the moonlight illuminating all the bruises he made. He can't help it, to pull you closer and closer to him as he pumps himself in and out inside of you. He will always love the sensation of adjusting your limbs to him, giving him a sense of control toward you as he brings your hand to his neck. He knew you wanted to choke him. Judging by you would occasionally clench your jaw and brought your head close to his neck, trying your best to bite the spot where his vein is connected. You wanted to kill him.

And that is your new resolve to live again.

10・I cut open your chest with a knife

00・I take out your heart and eat it

But this is getting into nerves more than he thought it would.

You've been sitting quietly with an unhinged smile plastered on your face. You who didn't really care for your appearance ask him to dress you up beautifully every day now. How you want to wear frilly puffy dresses, how you want a beautiful lacy blindfold instead of plain white bandages, how you want to wear a long white stocking with frills and bows, how you want him to ornate your head with accessories.

And how you ask him to eat your heart out so that he can just kill you right then and there.

"Cut my chest open and eat my heart out" you lean toward Dottore's ears, whispering of what he had long wanted to do to you.

This is in fact, nothing but just a green light for him to pluck your heart out and eat it on a silver platter now.

Eating it all up as though it's his last meal, drinking up all the blood like it's the world's finest wine to ever exist. Oh how Sandrone and Columbina wished they could just behead Dottore's head and offer it to you.

In the end, not a single bits of your heart remained on the plate. It's all in his guts now.

00・With this, your heart is now mine

06・you won’t be able to love anyone but me

He has done it. He has taken your most important thing which is your heart. Your heart is all his now. Without your heart, you can no longer love anyone nor see the truth. Without your heart, you can no longer feel what it's like to be alive.

Your heart is inside his guts now. The feeling of your heart being one with him is addicting. It's proof that you now are only able to love him and him alone. No one will be able to take your heart away anymore, be it literally or figuratively.

00・I return the rest to the case

00・I place it again by my side

Your heartless body remains beautiful. While you start to crack more and more, he'll always know a way to put a stop to it. But even so, he starts to feel paranoid about you.

Every now and then, he can see you strolling with those flimsy long white gowns around the palace all by yourself, humming the old tune from the Akademiya days.

No matter how many times he breaks your leg, you'll always be seen strolling around the palace.

No matter how many times he cut your vocal chord, you won't stop humming the same tune for others to hear.

He hates it. Your voice is only for him to hear. It's reserved for him and him only. Even so, whenever you lay on the operation table while having your vocal chord destroyed by him, you could still chuckle at him creepily. Sometimes, strings of curses can be heard as well.

Dottore will always receive complaints from the other fellow harbingers, about how the maniacal laughter and curses never end. How footsteps can be heard ringing in the middle of the night, how the tune will be hummed in an eerie way, and how the trickle of blood won't stop dirtying the floor.

And so, he sealed your body inside a crystal glass box. This way, you can no longer roam freely and will forever be sealed next to him, for him to be the only one to see you.

00・I won’t let you go for as long as I live

00・after all, you are my

"Senior," Dottore's fingers dances on your glass box, "You will always be my Senior no matter what"

→・―It’s unforgivable―・→

00・From inside the case

06・Look only at me

00・until I die

No matter how tight he ties your blindfold, he will always feel as though it's loosening up. What will happen if the blindfold is taken off? Will you be looking at someone else with that empty eye socket of yours? He can't allow you to look at anyone else other than him! You are only entitled to look at him until he dies.

No, even after he dies, he will never allow you to look at anyone else. Dottore who feels the knot in his stomach tied even tighter than ever decides to untie it. To untie your blindfold and

00・Aah, but you

00・no longer have eyes

02・After all, that is

―because I gouged them out...―

Therefore, he is greeted by your empty eye sockets. Is it delusion? Dottore slowly inserts his finger inside your eye socket as much as he wishes he doesn't want to. Empty. Ah, he really did gouge it out. The proofs are still in his chamber, placed on his nightstand. That way, he can just take the jar and observe it as he tries to drift himself to sleep. Your beautiful eyes never fail to mesmerize him.

B̶̨̨̳̭͎̝́̒̅̂̄͐͠͝u̷̢͉̼̭̗̎̐͒́̓̍̈̎̽͝ț̶̫̬͓̌̽̀̏̍̓͑̿̉͝ ̴̗̯͇̗̜̟̙͇̗̄́̃ȟ̶̯͐̀̎o̵̻̺̬̦͙̘͑͆͌̅̑̒̔́͘͘w̷̱̗͂̉́͊̎͝ ̶̳̹͕͖͎͖͉̩̱̎̽̈́͛ả̴̝͇͇͍͍̙͇̩͙̯́̋̔̽́̔̚͝b̴̨̛̦̲̩̰̣̲̦̻̆̉̀̀͊̊̎͐̽ọ̸̢̨̡͔͔̮̜͖̀̄́̈́̕ͅu̵̡͖̥̬̤͕̺̓̓͋̈̌͆͋͑̐̚ͅẗ̴͉͚́͐̄ ̶̡̢͉̪͕̥̝͐̄͐͜a̴̛̳̭͔̰̠̎̄̑͛̏͑͝͠ ̵̭͆͑̍ṕ̴̧̥̥̜͖̭̞͇͉̾̀̿̉͐͗͂̒ą̷̨̲̱͈̹̣̘͈͗̔̎͋̀͠i̴͚̜̎͆ŗ̴͙͈͖̝͉͔͙̭��̀͐̉́ ̶̢͓͍͙̩̺͍͊̈͛̅o̴͈͕̞̩͓͑͒̈́̊͋̓͐͌̏̕͜f̶͔̜̫͔͍̥̓̑̋͘ ̴̧̧͕̞̮̭̠͐͌͆̽̇̍̒̈́͊ȅ̵̤͔̘̥̳̤͓̘̇̋͠y̵̨̱͒̇̍̾è̷̠͉͋́̏̆́̽s̶̹͚̟͕̣̓̑̐́̀̓̏͋͝ ̵̢͕̜͓̩̠̠͙̆͗̈́́͑͂̀̀̒̕ṫ̸̙̣̫̪̜̫͊̌̓h̵̩͊͂a̴̟̯̤̣̼̪͎̠͆̋́̇t̶̨̞͓̤̮̀̽̾̊ ̵̗̜̹̱͔̲͖̙̼̗̆́̅̒͠͠ĺ̴͉͙̀͘o̶̥̟̦͖̯̱͖͌̍̑͐̅ǒ̸̢̞͎̹̜̗̥̱̰͌͌k̸̡̹̮̀s̷̡̪͕͖̭͉͉͈̞̀̀̔̈́̎̾́͋̉̋ ̴̨͍͙̥̰̮̂̃͋̆̕͝ͅļ̶̛͌͌͗̉̄͌̒͜ị̷͚̫̈̕ķ̶̛̳̠̹̳̯̣͙̤̰́̑̓̒͆́̓͝͠ê̷͉̺̘͓̻̜͖͜ͅ ̴̺̳̭̳̫̱̌̓̌̌̃͜ͅh̷̛͚̜̞̬̲̥̪̅̄i̷͎̿̀̆̔̚͜͝͝s̸̜̩̞̣̝̓͆̑̌̄̚͜͠͝?̸̹̲̝͙̞̝̟̌͜

00・I’ll put glass beads in your eyes

02・Let’s make you new eyes

09・What eye color should I choose?

02・That’s right, a red like blood would be fine

But to use some kind of fake eyes would be boring no? And so, a clone of his was burnt down in the incinerator with empty eye sockets.

01・With those beautiful eyes

00・look only at me always

This way, he can feel you staring at him again. No, he will never recreate your eyes even though he can. It'll never be able to match the real one after all. He won't even bother looking for someone to take their eyes because he doesn't want someone else's eyes staring at him and even worse, inside your eye sockets.

04・Only you from now on and always

01・I won’t let you go from my side

He won't repeat the same mistake anymore. To be weak and hopeless as he watched you leave the Akademiya in humiliation, all to the way of being exiled out of Sumeru without anyone protecting you.

You didn't do it. He knew you didn't do it. And yet, no one would believe in you two as though they had been blinded by something. To make things even worse, your little friend was absent during your exile. If only she was there, perhaps she could shield you from the crazy citizens throwing you pebbles and rocks. Maybe that way, you wouldn't trip down from the cliff and be pronounced dead from concussion.

Maybe people wouldn't gawk at your dead body and broken limbs as though you were nothing but an animal. For them to step on your off-positioned limbs, your splattered brains, and your body altogether.

How did you come back to life? He'll never know it. Maybe Sandrone truly had something to do with it after all.

But for now, what matters is that you are here with him.

07・After all, you are mine

09・From now on and always mine

02・Until this body rots away

00・Yes, you are my

『Specimen Girl』

Sandrone's voice rings.

―Only mine―

―Only mine―

Sandrone places the gun on the back of Dottore's head. She had had enough of this farce already. She no longer cares about the promise she made to you. She wouldn't mind being selfish for this is her only wish. She will avenge your death by shooting his brains out.

『Only mine』

What she didn't expect is that Dottore would be the one shooting his own jaw, splattering his brains all over Sandrone's pristine dress. His body slumped forward with a thud. He ends his own farce in the end. Is it out of guilt or realization? Did his madness and delusions finally swallow him whole? Even so, Sandrone wastes no time in spitting Dottore's body before stomping and dragging his body to be experimented on in the most inhumane way possible. Columbina too will be there to lend Sandrone her hand.

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

There is another fic (and possibly more in the future) about Dottore x Senior but it might be different than what's mentioned in reader's past

Zandik's Memories, Dormitory (TBA, WIP)

Zandik's Diaries (TBA)

Senior (different but similar nonetheless)

As if for Sandrone's and Columbina's, I don't think I'll be writing for them until there's a request coming in for them lol

Inhumane (TBA)

Dormitory's Lullaby (TBA)

All these fics will be extreme OOC in both lore-wise and characters so proceed with caution.

[authorautumnbanks]

Sneak Peek: Christmas Wish

“Sorry, it is a bit of a mess in here,” Kagome said, flipping the light switch on. The shed was cramped and filled to the brim with trinkets and cursed objects like severed eyeballs and dragon claws. And yet, despite the monstrosities, the shed smelled like vanilla waffles. “There is this fetus-like thing that feels the same as those fingers. For the life of me, I have no idea where Gramps found it.” Kagome shook her head and tried to ignore the tightening of her stomach. Gojo Satoru was really tall and the hint of blue that peeked out every now and then from the dark shades was enough to have her contemplating writing a letter to Santa, too.

“Is your grandfather a serial killer?” Satoru joked, pressing his body against hers as he reached around her to grab the jar in question. Kagome blushed, her cheeks tingled and were probably bright pink like the suckers Shippo always requests. “This is a womb painting,” he said, pulling away. 

Kagome sucked in a breath and wiped her hands on the front of her shirt. She needed to pull it together. “That doesn’t look like a painting.” Someone must have mercy on her because her voice did not shake, though her legs felt like a puddle of goo. “But it’s a curse?”

Satoru held the jar up closer to the light and hummed. “It’s half curse, half human.”

“Oh! InuYasha is half demon. But why would someone keep the remains of a child?”

Satoru froze and tilted his head to the side, causing his shades to slide down. “Demons are compatible with humans?”

Kagome nodded. “Depends on the size, of course. A dragon that doesn’t have a more human like form wouldn’t be able to mate with a human.” Kagome motioned with her hands. “The logistics of it wouldn’t work out.”

Satoru clucked his tongue and leaned in closer to Kagome. She took a step back until her back hit the shelf behind her. “What are you doing?”

“I’m not sure,” he admitted. “Did you put a spell on me?” His voice lowered and did something to Kagome’s psyche.

This would not do. Satoru was a stranger. A hot, powerful stranger if the energy swelling around him was anything to go off on, but still a stranger. 

Kagome huffed. “I’m a priestess, not a witch. The only sorcerer in here is you.” Her tongue darted out to wet her suddenly dry lips. She should have put some chapstick on before venturing out into the cold. Satoru placed the jar on the shelf behind her. He was so close, his body heat threatened to become her own. Her heart pounded so hard she could feel it in her throat. “Gojo-san—”

“Satoru.”

“Satoru,” she corrected herself, pushing against his chest. “Was there something else you needed?” Kagome averted her eyes. “There are more items like those fingers if you want to take them.”

“Can I take anything in this shed?”

Kagome wrinkled her nose and mulled over his words. There were a lot of items that Gramps did not need to hold on to. “If that is what you wish.”

[lotus4kino]

Forbidden Memories — Nanami Kento x F!Reader (angsty)

Contents: Abandoned relationship, non-straightforward confrontations, acceptance of another’s changes, angsty

Today’s Music Recommendation: Reflections By The Neighbourhood

Nanami sits on the bench that is feet away from you, with a slight darkness reveal on his face.

You don’t look at him, you don’t look at his eyes nervously like you used to, you don’t smile at him like a childish kid you were. Why you would do that? You’ve grown up, he has grown up, everyone has grown up. It’s been a decade, a decade since he left every single one of you.

Despite the silence, you only continue chewing on the box of takoyaki that you bought for dinner. your face remains emotionless as the glowing dim light of the convenience store reveals the dark circles around your eyes. your body faces the entrance of the store while your back faces the busy road behind. he does the same.

“it’s been a while since I last saw you,” he gently mumble,

Your chomping cheeks pause, your eyebrows forming a frown as your gaze begins to shift onto the male. He is exhaustively staring at you with his hazel brown eyes. Your fingers snap tight around the box of your dinner.

“A while? Kento Nanami, Do you have no shame?” you speak sternly. the foreign mention of his last name causes the man to reveal the guilt in his face, you indeed have changed.

He fix his posture and sit straight before facing the store in front of you both, his beautiful featured face blending in with the color of the streetlights. “I deeply apologize for what I did, it was meant to be, [y/n]”.

He sounds like a complete stranger to you now, physically so close yet spiritually so faraway. You barely know him anymore.

“..and I do not regret it.” He continues, it completely shatters your already-broken-heart, though you have no tears left to cry for him no more.

“Congratulations on figuring out what you have really wanted.” you manage to word out, before your gaze drift away from his perfect face.

The high school sweethearts that once used to be the ideal couple that all of your friends wanted has disappeared. No breakups, no communications, no calls, just you who got abandoned by the love of your life. You only figured it out after him being absent from missions for two straight months.

“If you excuse me, I got more important things to do.” You stand up as you finish eating. Nanami glance at you,

“hey.., [y/n]” he call you out before looking up to the tired eyes of your face.

“what?” You stop yourself from walking away from the man, “..do I still deserve a chance?”

Words may form a cut, but silence may end up killing you right in that place,

“no..”, you matter before averting your eyes from the hazel eyed male. he just simply nod. “I understand.” he softly smiles, the curves of his lips causing you to fight back tears in your eyeballs.

You huff before a sarcastic smile is manifested upon your face, your mouth part to say something but hesitate. Both of you are exhausted, you cannot be the only one who suffered in the past. You shut your mouth closed, waking yourself up from victimizing yourself.

You only could lower your eyes to the ground after despising the man for what he did. there are lots of words you want to share with him, you want to tell him how much you desired his proper goodbye before he left you and the rest.

Your hands turn into a ball, “then.., I will be taking my leave.”

He nodded, he was not looking at you, he was looking at the round radiant moon that shines brightly above. “..Goodluck on your journey, [Y/N] [L/N].” Journey, heaven knows what he meant. This is it, the end of everything, this is his proper goodbye, there is no reason to expect more from him now.

You silently sniff, throwing back tears as you try to keep your cool. “good..luck, Kento.”

You dismiss yourself, not even noticing how the face of the male brighten up after you call him by his first name.

You walk away in the end. Leaving him behind like he did to you in the past, but that is no such thing to be proud of yourself. Your soul damn knows how much you love this man. But this is the reality, and it is no fairy tale.

It actually is the end of you two.

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Hellooo! I’m new to posting on tumblr but been using it for a while now. I enjoy reading a lot which excited me to write some. So please dismiss my mistakes and of course, criticism and requests are welcomed and appreciated. I’ll be posting more on this soon and hopefully I’ll get some support as I try to improve myself and start new hobbies, and that’s it, buhbye🤷🏻‍♀️

[navibluebees]

Someone to be Proud of (Recom Quaritch x Female Human Reader)

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When I saw The Way of Water, I was not expecting Recom Quaritch to be so attractive. Completely unfair. I hope you enjoy this! Smut with a bit of fluff~ Minors DNI, this is not for your eyeballs.

You tip- toed down the hall and crept past each door, making sure not to make any noise. You finally got to his door and pressed your ear to it. Hmm. Nothing. You pulled away and started to turn, thinking maybe you’d get to run into him later. You both had eyed each other from across the room earlier and he’d dipped his head to you, scanning down your body while continuing his conversation with one of his soldiers. You’d flushed so extremely that you had to leave the room, missing him watching as you walked away. His body reacted and he fought the feeling away, so unfamiliar in this new self. 

Lost in thought, you hadn’t realized someone had stepped right up behind you and when you turned, your face was inches away from a towel-clad waist. Afraid to look up, your wide eyes darted to the floor. 

“Can I help you with anything?” The familiar drawl sent a shiver through your whole body and you shook your head, not making a sound. His body lowered, kneeling on one knee, his face right above eye level now. You continued staring down, focused on his clavicle now. A single drop of water slid down his chest and you averted your eyes again, feeling the fiery blush make its way across your neck and chest. He leaned in, mouth right next to your ear. He sniffed your hair and said, “Mmm.. Shy, are we?”

Your knees buckled and you started to fall. His arm came around your waist and spun you, your back to his chest, him bracing you against his knee. You could feel his cock through the towel against the back of your thigh and tried not to react. “Woah! There you go. You’re alright. Do you want to come in?”

~~~

A few minutes later, you were sitting on his bed, eyes covered with your hands while he gathered his clothes to put on. He turned at one point and chuckled quietly at how cute you looked trying to give him privacy. He might have held the memories of his former self, but he could tell something was different aside from just the body. He had been with women before, but now he felt so awkward and unsure and your mere presence made him so nervous, he could barely stand it. 

The bed dipped beside you and you shifted with the weight falling against him. You dropped your hands and scrambled to right yourself, ended up grabbing his thigh, his arm braced behind you. Your hand flinched and you started to pull away. “Leave it,” he commanded softly. “I saw you looking at me earlier.”

You became bold with his direct assessment. “You only know because you were looking, too.” Your eyes slowly rose to meet his. Daring to stare into them, he grinned cheekily at you.

“I sure was, darlin’. I hope I wasn’t bothering you.”

A nervous giggle escaped and his ears turned toward you, coming out a bit more on the sides. The end of his tail peeked out from the towel and twitched anxiously. He was drawn in by your sweet nature. You had come on the ship that the recoms were on and had been helpful when the team had any questions about equipment or locations on the ship. He was always hovering near your desk, hoping to interact with you, just desperately craving a moment of your attention.

The past week, he risked watching you more closely, hoping you would look back. Today, he got his wish. You had been sitting, tapping a pencil against your desk as you stared at reports that never seemed to have the answers you needed. Dropping the pencil, you started to rifle through papers, finally finding what you were searching for. “Aha!” You immediately dropped your head down to your desk muttering, “Sorry,” to the heads that turned your way. You missed him leaning against another desk, smiling crookedly at you while Wainfleet chattered away.

“You weren’t bothering me, honestly I thought I might have been the one bothering you.. you’re just nice to look at.”

“Agh,” he scoffed. “Only nice?”

You opened your mouth, afraid you had offended him and looked up to see him pursing his lips to avoid laughing. Brow furrowing and face heating in embarrassment, you pushed him weakly in the chest and avoided his eyes. His hand came up and covered yours and he leaned down, his cheek barely an inch from yours. “I’m just riling you up; I don’t mean anything by it.”

Feeling a bit bashful, you leaned in to his side and his arm moved to curl around you. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” You shook your head no and snuggled a bit closer to his warmth. His arm was so long that his hand was resting beside your thigh. You pulled your hand from his chest and picked his hand up in both of yours, marveling at his fingers and palm, placing yours against his. With a quick motion, he interlocked your fingers and you laughed at the sheer size difference. Another quick motion later and he’d moved you to straddle him, lifting you up to resting on your knees, he cupped your ass in one hand and reached his other hand to your neck, grasping at your hair. 

You whined, and he marveled at your sweet smile. He rested his forehead against your chest and your arms wound around his neck, gently massaging the back of his shoulders. A hand drifted up and you rubbed behind his ear. He shuddered and started purring then jerked back, pulling you with him on the bed. He looked ruffled and immediately started to apologize, but you gently kissed his cheek. “It’s alright, Colonel. You didn’t hurt me.”

“Um.. if you could, I’d really like to be called Miles. I just didn’t know I could do that.”

“Hmm. It was cute.” You flashed a grin and his eyes brightened, smiling back at you. “My name’s Y/N.”

“You think I didn’t already know that?” He asked with a smirk.

He rolled onto his side, moving you to your back. He propped himself up with an elbow and looked down at you, enjoying the company of another person who had no expectations of him. Someone he could just relax with. His towel slipped down and he blushed, reaching down to adjust it and pull it up.

“Don’t worry,” you said. “I’ve got it.”

His body tensed as you traced a gentle finger down his stomach. He shook when you moved the finger under the towel and pulled gently at where it was folded. “Is this alright, Miles?”

His eyes widened at the intimate use of his name and he nodded. Your hand pulled harder at the towel, tugging his hips closer. You were already wet and he sniffed, suddenly able to smell it. He nearly groaned out loud but tried to keep it in, aware his new size was intimidating. You finally worked the towel off and his cock sprang out, coming up between the two of you. He looked almost shy when you glanced back up at him so you shot him a reassuring smile. Your hand gripped him at the base, your finger tips not even meeting, he was so big. Your hand pumped gently, adjusting to his size and easing him into it. He rolled onto his back and you followed him, moving between his legs. You played with his cock, watching his eyes roll back and how hard he fought whines. You nipped gently at the inside of his leg and he jumped. “You don’t have to keep your noises quiet, Miles. Let me hear you.”

Your mouth wrapped around his tip and a sharp hiss came out of him as he clawed at the sheets, trying to resist grabbing your hair. You were getting so wet hearing him moan your name, watching him try to hold back. You licked carefully and teasingly all over him, leading to him eyeing you earnestly. “If you’re going to do it, just get to it already!”

Shocked, you pulled back and he winced, “Sorry, too mean?”

A laugh burst from you and you crawled back up his body, squeezing his sides with your thighs. He gripped your waist tightly as you leaned down and kissed him softly. “No, not too mean, Miles. You’re fine.” His fangs poked your lip as he bit down softly. He kissed you back, gently, almost afraid to hurt you. He nudged your chin up with his nose and kissed down your neck and whined, pulling at your clothes. You sat up, pulling your shirt over your head. He eyed you hungrily, watching your breasts move with the motion of it. You were already braless, having gotten ready for bed before you went to see if he was in his room. You maneuvered your shorts off and paused. “Hey, Miles.. Are you seeing anyone right now?”

He tugged you down to him and rolled to his side, your chests pressing together and tapped your nose. “Nope. Nobody but the pretty lady I’m looking at right now. You blushed and ducked your head, arms coming up to cross over your chest in a shy moment. He brought his hand up and tugged your arms down. “Don’t hide from me. Please.” His eyes were pleading as they gazed into yours.

“Sorry.. I’ve just never done this before. I mean not with one of the Avatars.”

He laughed deeply and said, “Me either, hun. We can learn together.”

Smiling sweetly at him, he grinned toothily and rolled on top of you. His weight pressed you into the mattress, but he held himself up enough to not crush you. His length rested on your stomach and his balls were down between your legs, brushing against your sensitive folds. You whimpered for him, making him more eager to please. He kissed down your neck and chest, cupping a breast in his huge hand. He licked at your nipples and sucked, tugging softly with his teeth. Your body writhed under his and he groaned from the friction of his cock rubbing on the blankets. He continued with his mouth and reached between the two of you, running the tip of a giant finger between your folds to the edge of your pussy. He slid it in slowly, pulling back to watch while you whined and gripped his arms. He worked that finger in and out carefully, indulging in the feel of you around a part of him.

He started to add another finger and you tightened sharply, startling him. “Oof. Damn. It’s alright, doll. I’ve got you. Just relax.”

You looked up to his concerned eyes. He smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead, then curled his fingers and pulled them slowly toward him. Your body trembled around his and he almost lost it right there. His tail flicked and wrapped around your calf, keeping you close as possible. He worked his fingers in and out, making sure you were wet. “You ready for me?”

You nodded and caressed his cheek. “Yes, Miles. Please, I need you.” 

He took his cock in hand, still shocked by how large he was compared to you. He rubbed himself teasingly between your folds, gently tapping it against you. He found your opening and pressed experimentally, trying to see if he would fit well. You whined and moved against him. He rubbed between your folds again, hesitant to hurt you. “Damn, Miles if you’re going to do it, just get to it already!” 

He snarled playfully at you for throwing his words back at him. He pulled your legs up around his waist and pressed in harder. It was so difficult to take him, but he talked you through it. “You’ve got it. Just a little more. Nnn. Oh!” He gasped as his head popped in and you were linked. He paused a moment, checking on you and then pushed more. He gave a gentle thrust that rocked your body with his. He thrusted again, working a bit deeper. He continued small thrusts in and out until he was almost fully seated. “Just a bit more. Almost there, darlin’.” He looked for permission and you nodded, breathless. He thrust once more, harder this time. He groaned loudly when you clenched tightly, bracing a hand on the wall above you. Tears slid from the corners of your eyes and you sniffled quietly. When he returned to himself and saw your face, he panicked. “Oh. Oh, no. No no sweetheart. Are you alright? I’m so sorry.” He started to pull away and you tightened your legs. 

“Don’t move, Miles. I just need a minute.” He nodded and stayed still, hovering over you, wincing at each squeeze of you around him. Finally, he felt your hips roll against his, and he glanced down seeing you grinning impishly at him. 

“Why, you little..” He thrust roughly into you and you moaned his name and clutched to him. He thrust again and you writhed against him. Sensing your pleasure, he continued his rhythm and watched you come undone underneath him. His balls slapped your ass loudly and you marveled at him moving above you. At one point, you met each others eyes again. Sweat slid down your chests as you grinned at each other. He lifted your hips suddenly, working you with a different angle.

“Y/N.” Your eyes snapped to his in question. “Touch yourself. Now.”

You gaped at him and didn’t move, aroused by this side of his personality.

“Y/N. Did I stutter? I’ll be nice once. Then I won’t.”

Deciding to save his threat for another day, you reached between your legs, his pace relentless and stroked your clit, finding a rhythm that matched his movement. Your legs shook around his sides and he gripped a thigh with his hand that wasn’t braced on the wall. He started to thrust erratically. “Damn. “Nnnn. Y/N. I won’t.. I can’t make it much longer. Cum. With me. Now.”

Your movements picked up slightly, rubbing yourself while you watched his face. Vulnerability showed in his eyes so you offered a smile. He was so weak for you. “Let go, Miles.”

He growled as he shot his cum inside you, saying your name like a prayer, jerking when you came and squeezed around him. You moved your hand and pulled him down to you, face buried in his chest, breathing heavily. He got ready to move and you hugged him close with your thighs again, causing a low rumble of a chuckle to move through his chest. “I won’t leave ya, sweetheart. I’m staying right here.” Reluctantly, you loosened your grip and he grunted, pulling out. You felt dampness on your thighs as it slid out of you. He sat back between your legs and gently cleaned you with the towel. He pulled the blankets down, lifting you easily so he could pull them up and over to cover you. You protested weakly. 

He grinned, swatting your hands away. “Stay with me tonight. I don’t want to let you go.” He rolled to his back and you gave in with only an unconvincing protest as argument. “Uh, huh. That was very believable.” He rolled onto his back and pulled you close. You were curled up on your side and he curled an arm protectively around you and pulled your top leg across his hips. You snuggled in closer in his embrace, the happiest you’d been in a long time. He laid quietly for a while. Hoping he could find it in him to be good. Hoping there was some part of him that wasn’t who he was programmed to be and maybe that he’d learn more about soon. Someone you could be proud of.

[stellanix]

tips for people new to astronomy or interested in getting into astronomy!

probably the best bang for your buck telescope to start out with would be a 6-inch dobsonian like the orion XT6. these kinds of telescopes are simple to use and affordable for their size, and are really great for visual observing. yes, there are smaller, cheaper telescopes out there, but you won't see as much and you'll probably want something bigger eventually

however! there's plenty you can see with just your eyeballs! the milky way, the moon, the constellations, meteors showers, the skies changing with the seasons. there's even a few deep sky objects you can see with the naked eye (particularly in darker skies), like the orion nebula, the andromeda galaxy, or the pleiades

you can also see if there are astronomy clubs or observatory open house events near you - these are good opportunities to see through telescopes without having to buy one yourself (and you might get to see through really good telescopes that probably cost as much as a car!)

planetary astrophotography is relatively straightforward and affordable. deep sky astrophotography is a complex beast that will beat your bank account within an inch of its life and leave it lying in a ditch

don't bother with "GoTo" features or "smart telescopes," at least not when starting out. it's more fun and rewarding (not to mention cheaper) to learn the night sky yourself. start by learning the more obvious constellations like orion or the big dipper (and how it's used to find the north star), and go from there. note how the stars change with the seasons, and learn what's in the sky at different times of the year. getting to know the night sky is super useful, enjoyable, and helps you feel a greater connection to the sky and the astronomical cycles that cause it to change

star map apps like stellarium or books like turn left at orion are really helpful for learning your way around the sky

if you have the means, going to a dark sky site is definitely worth it - but it's best on moonless nights. if the moon is more than about half-full, you won't see much more than you can from light polluted skies. if you want to find dark sky sites near you, you can try googling to see if there's any place known for dark skies, or you can use a light pollution map, find the darkest color within a reasonable distance from you, and use google maps or something to see if there are any parks or nature preserves in that area where you can park at night

your eyes need time to adjust to the dark. avoid bright lights. if you need to see, deep red lights won't disrupt your night vision

prepare for the weather (night gets cold!), and for the bugs in the summer

know what conditions affect observing. "seeing" is caused by atmospheric disturbances and makes it hard to see details in small objects like planets. "transparency" is a measure of how well light travels through the atmosphere, and it affects dim, large objects like galaxies and nebulae. cleardarksky.com has forecasts of conditions at different sites, including seeing and transparency, and is good to check before heading out to dark sky sites (it's also good for finding dark sky sites!)

observing is more than just looking at something, it's a skill that needs to be practiced to be perfected. take your time, keep coming back to the same objects, and you might see a little more than you saw before. try using averted vision for faint objects like nebulae or galaxies - instead of looking directly at the object, look a little off to the side (at, say, a random nearby star), and you might see a bit more detail in your peripheral vision. sketching what you see in a notebook can also help you notice more details

the moon is stunning! observe it through its phases and watch as different details emerge with the changing light. we have the landscape of another world easily visible in our sky, and that's a fact that should be appreciated! also it passes in front of planets sometimes and that's really fucking cool to see

planets are easy to find once you know what to look for. mercury, venus, jupiter, and mars all get brighter than the brightest star in the night sky, and they don't twinkle (as their larger apparent sizes make them less strongly affected by the atmospheric distrubances that cause stars to twinkle). they can be easily seen even in light polluted skies, and are beautiful through a telescope. keep coming back to them over time to see them change - jupiter's rotation and the movement of its moons can be seen in the span of a few hours, the phases of venus and the seasons and occasional global dust storms of mars can be seen over the months, and the tilt of saturn's rings changes over the decades

saturn's rings never get old. stare at them

always keep in mind the context of what you're looking at, and the immensity of it. be curious, read about the things you see, keep up with the science, find joy in the mysteries of the universe, and never stop looking up

[7nessasaryevils]

I refuse to believe this is my last week of crazed ranting and raving about the boxer family... it's just not real. It's not... isn't it? 🥺🥺

Alright then... for the last time... (sobs) let's do this

- oh great... Mr grim reaper? Your met gala invite got lost in the mail but I still assure it's not being held at this boxing ring GO AWAY!!

- I love that wandee knows exactly what's wrong but still gives yak the opportunity to actually tell him. It's giving yak control over the situation and also telling him that wandee is there for him

- dances along to the theme song one last time 💃 💃

- mason you lowlife American piece of shit if you hurt my son the wrath of a thicc Indian woman with a slipper is unmatched... remember that

- THE FUCK WAS THAT FIST BUMP?!? DO NOT DISRESPECT THE FISTBUMP!!!

- zazaki!!! I love that he's become yak's bestie at ringside... it's adorable but there's a tactical advantage because both Yei and Zazaki come with different perspectives that'll allow yak to nail an opponent... gotta love details like that

- TAEM!!! Hi honey!!!!

- Ter.... great we're doing the redemption thing 😑😑😑

- YES THE SEAT IS TAKEN DONT LET HIM- I hate it

- Taem and Ter... somebody hold me down and pull out my eyeballs please

- COME ON YORYAK!!! PUNCH OUT THAT VELVET HOODED BASTARD!!!

- ...oh wow... grim reaper with yoryak's face... somehow that's even more terrifying

- don't put your fists down!!! Protect your face!!!

- THATS MY BOY!!! PUNCH HIM AGAIN!!

- okay but the smile on yak's face... yeah sweet boy! Let go of your pain! Punch it in the face!

- wow okay spoke too soon... I didn't mean for you to get punched in your own face!

- also mason? Fuck you!

- HOLY SHIT!!! UPPERCUT KNOCKOUT FUCK YEAH!!!!!

- YORYAK PHADETSEUK!!!!! WORLD CHAMPI- gags sorry I just saw Taem in Ter's arms 🤢

- anyways... YORYAK PHADETSEUK!!!! WORLD CHAMPION!!!!!!!

- when it comes to yak, I was never tired... how dare you hurt me so well Oyei??

- this thank you speech is tugging at my heart strings 🥺🥺

- ooohhhh? Not my brain thinking: yak asking Dee to be in the ring with him does that mean he's gonna give him a ring no that's too early for marriage we need to see Yei and Cher get married first wait but don't I want Dee and yak to marry too-

- are you gonna kiss him?? 👀👀👀

- ohhhh never mind he did something equally as romantic 🥰🥹🥹

- KAO!!!! AND BLUE!!!! LOOK AT MY BABIES!!!!

- forehead kisses me beloved 🥺🥹🥺🥹😭😭😭😭

- ATTENTION!!! We salute a great man today who brought the two idiots together with his doctor brain and his kinky outfits ♥️🫡 all hail dr. kao!!!

- our newest ship has sailed!!! BAO!!! 🥟

- that hug is so fucking cute do it again!

- birthday surprise! 🥺🥹♥️

- you can't say your wish out loud it won't come true!!

- oh he's gonna make it seductive and lick it isn't he?

- I do so love when I'm right...

- WANDEE YOU SLUT I APPROVE!!!!!

- awww sweet sexy times... let me avert my eyes (peeks through my fingers anyways)

- "it's paradise to make love to the man I love"... here comes the gwenchana!!

- yak joining the rest of his family as a world champion 🥹🥹 I'm so okay

- celebrate... with milk... we have got to get you guys out more 🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤣

- Cher reassuring Yei that he's done good... I'm so damn gwenchana 😭😭😭

- aww see forgot his necklace that's so swe- HE KISSED THE NECKLACE HE KISSED THE NECKLA- dies

- you're afraid of someone seeing yak kiss the necklace in an empty hospital hallway but you had no issue full on lip locking with him at a world broadcasted boxing event? Mho Wandee... you need to get your head checked 🤣 Kao! You're required!

- really? Ter disappoints me on a secondly basis 😑😑

- I hope you fail Ter!!!

- awww Kao is introducing blue to his besties!!! Welcome to the family Blue!!!

- oh my god he's so sassy! He fits right in! 🤣

- but I love that we speak about what asexual wants from a relationship: no sex just the love and care they deserve ♥️

- also shout out to the cafe that has been in my favourite show The Sign!!!! 🦅🐍

- 😬👀 yeah okay you deserve that Kao 🤣🤣🤣

- GRANMAMAMAMAMAMAMAMA MADAM I HAVE MISSED YOU!!!

- still love how she and yak are besties 🤣

- literally me when i see the ter and taem relationship yuck

- I one hundred percent approve of yak smacking ter in the head. All in favor say AYE!

- SENIOR GAYS!!!!!!! Ohhh be still my rapidly beating heart!

- wait did you just... was that a sort of proposal?? Was it?

- pfft yak asking the important questions 🤣🤣 there are pills to help you my boy 🤣

- this fucking toerag is not gonna leave... just cause I'm stuck with him does not mean I have to like him!

- yes taem!!!! While your choice in boyfriends have me gagging... I'm glad you know who the best candidate is!!!!

- oh shit I forgot they had to study abroad!! Shit fuck no don't tear my boys apart!!!!!

- JAB DD KSHSKWJSN YEAAHHHHHHH WANDEEEEE FUCK YOU TER!!!!!!

- okay fine that's the only acknowledgment I'll give you Ter

- ohhh these thank you speeches are doing me a heckin happy 🥰🥰

- I'll bet my entire BTS merch that Wandee is talking about granmama right now

- I do so love when I'm right

- Wandeee!!!! Fix it!!!! He's crying!!!!!

- ahhh the customary bl song 🤣🤣🤣 I forgot that hadn't happened just yet ♥️

- aww that's so cut- chokes on my chicken WANDEEE! Cease twerking! There are children present!!!!

-... wait what the Sam heck have you'll been doing all this while?? You'll were still fake??? Liars!

- kiss kiss fall in love

- wait... is it.. oh please let it be...

- IT IS

- WELCOME TO THE FIRST OFFICIAL BL WEDDING IN HISOTRY: OYEI AND CHER!! I'm fine I'm fine no I'm not I'm fucking sobbing no one touch me!

- you look absolutely fucking perfect Cher! MOTHER!

- very honestly though, I am in absolute tears at being able to see this wedding and knowing that for a lot of same-sex couples in Thailand, they're now going to have the same rights and are going to be able to marry their partners legally and be recognized. More than being a cute moment, it's a historic moment, rightfully portrayed by the very person who brought the bill forward. P'Golf? I salute you 🫡🥰🫡🥹🫡

- Yei don't challenge your brother he has no shame- yup there it is 🤣

- oh thank god we're not doing the stupid "let's break up until I come back" nonsense

- ...I spoke too soon 😑😬

- god bless yak for stealing and keeping that one braincell 😮‍💨

- say it Dee say you love him come on say it...

- HE SAID IT!!!! FUCKING FINALLY!!!

- sir if you're asking for sex on the beach (the act not the drink), remember about sand in uncomfortable places!!

- actually somehow it feels right for the show to end with them about to have sexy times 🤣🤣

And that's it! We have come to the end of Wandee Goodday and now my Saturdays have gone back to being pathetic and boring 🥲😅

Now, was WGa perfect show? No. But was it a damn good show with representation, fun characters, friendships and conflicts? You're damn right it was. There was a lot to love about the show and a lot (read: Ter) that I didn't like but I will always recommend this show to anyone who wants a fun plot with interesting characters and proper representation.

Now off I go to put pins into Ter's voodoo doll... I have five 😈😈

See you around folks!

[cadybear420]

46 from the kiss prompts for Evie and Aiden

46. …out of envy or jealousy.

Ask prompts here!

HSS:CA 1, when Aiden is visiting Evie in the hospital...

During this visit, a very attractive male nurse had come in to give Evie a routine checkup. Aiden was quick to pick up on her mood while it went on- the widened pupils, the goofy broad grin, the sweeter and cheerier and slightly more giggly voice, the roaming eyeballs... he felt his stomach tighten a bit.

Soon enough, he finished the checkup.

"Things are looking good so far," he said. "And it seems like you're on the path to recovery."

"Yay!" Evie cheered.

"That's amazing!" Aiden said.

And then, heart racing and stomach turning, Aiden suddenly leaned over, arm wrapped over Evie, and kissed her full on the lips... passionately, deeply, firmly. He almost couldn't stop. Evie gave a small squeak of surprise, hesitated, before reciprocating his kisses as well.

When he was done, he turned and noticed the nurse staring them, eyes wide and cheeks slightly tinted red. Aiden averted his gaze, his own cheeks flustering as well.

"Oh, well, uh... someone's excited..." chuckled the nurse.

"I'm just happy for my girlfriend..."

"Fair enough. Well, the checkup is done, so... might as well give you two some alone time..."

Evie thanked the nurse, and then he left. Evie smirked at Aiden.

"As much as I love you smooching me... all he said was that I was on the path to recovery. Not that I'd be discharged soon."

"Sorry, I... I don't know what got into me. It's just that I..."

"Hm?"

Aiden took a deep breath. "...I, er, may have gotten a bit jealous when I saw you checking out the nurse..."

Evie's eyes widened. "How'd you know I was--?"

"The way you were acting... that was how you were like when you were first crushing on me, about a year ago."

Evie beamed broadly. She turned to Aiden and held his hand tenderly. "Well, you don't have to worry about me dumping you for the nurse. He's probably, like... almost twice my age. It's definitely not going anywhere."

"You're right about that... but even then... it's weird to see you crush on someone else when you and I are already..."

"I get it. But... just because I find someone attractive, doesn't mean it will go anywhere."

"Oh, I'm well aware of that. Before I met you, I had at least five crushes that didn't go anywhere. But..."

"But?"

"...for us... it did. You told me you'd initially found me attractive, then it became a deeper romantic attraction after I first played piano for you..."

"Well... I wasn't in a committed relationship back then. And we actually took the time to get to know each other. And you're only one year older than me, not 17 years older."

Aiden giggled.

"But even if it was one of my close friends from school... you don't have to worry. I'm not gonna lose interest in you."

"But what if, hypothetically, you did? I do know that not all high school relationships last..."

"I don't think I see that happening, but if it did, I'd talk to you about it. I would never cheat on you behind your back, like Zoe did with Caleb."

Aiden paused, mulling her words over in his head... and then smiled.

"So basically... I don't have to worry about your feelings becoming anything more if you find other people hot? And if they do, you'll let me know?"

"That about sums it up."

Aiden sighed. "That's good to know." His smile fell a little. "Um... sorry for getting worked up over nothing..."

Evie squeezed his hand tenderly. "Don't worry about it."

Aiden leaned over and kissed Evie again. It was just as passionate, deep, and firm as the last one... but he was much less tense now. And Evie instantly returned the kiss with equal fervor, still holding onto his hand.

"I love you, Aiden..."

"I love you too, Evie..."

[zaceouiswriting]

The gentle love between two doves

Character: Reggie Mantle x male reader

Universe: Riverdale

Warnings: Suicide, murder. Just, all in all, read at your own risk. Very sad.

Reggie's stride no longer had his almighty confidence. His eyes watered and lost their usual mischievous twinkle. The thick black hair he has always been proud of hangs in his face: all shine gone. His eyeballs were red from crying, and his face was sunken.

Everyone who saw them could only pity him. He had brought this upon himself. If happiness wasn’t enough to keep him safely in the hands that nurtured him with love after the beatings he got from his father. What else could keep him at one's side?

He walked the corridors of the schools. Every laugh reminded him of his love, the one person he could always count on, who gave him life whenever dark thoughts clouded his mind. Each passionate voice triggered memories of heated arguments that could only be resolved with equally heated kisses.

Nobody dared to look into his eyes. Those who knew the reality looked at him with pitying glances, but for those who didn't just look away in hatred for him, the wish that everything should be different was strong in their eyes.

His heart ached for the love he once received. But he destroyed it, jumped on the heart that once could do nothing but smile. 

Nobody knew, not even Reggie himself. Although he should have, whenever his eyes averted from his love, for a split second, he could see the smile he so adored disappear. A cold, sad expression replaced the warm, friendly one he had become so much accustomed to.

In the end, none of your hours-long conversations gave him any clue to what might happen. Now the world was cold and empty after breaking the one person he vowed never to hurt.

He could only walk to class slowly, afraid of the judgmental eyes of his teachers. But before he could reach that place, a girl he barely knew gave him an envelope without saying a word or looking at him.

Confused, even irritated, he opened it without a second guess. Shockingly, it was a letter from you. Your perfect, rounded handwriting, which should never have been archived, gave it away. To confirm, he smelled the paper. Mahogany, as always. You always bathe your letters or even small notes you gave him with this scent. In your words: "Everything I love smells like mahogany!". You even gave him perfume with this scent to show how much you love him.

For a very brief moment, a smile appeared on his suffering face. However, everything changed when he read it. His tears, which had dried for about an hour, flowed again. Tear after tear fell on the letter. A kind of confession, an explanation for many things. Even for your untimely death by your own hand.

Anger grew in him again. Not this time at the thought of your selfishness in doing that one thing that couldn't be restored, but of himself and his idiocy. He's never seen the pain behind your smiling eyes, never questioned the silent tears that sometimes randomly rolled down your cheeks, and never wondered about the strange sores that sometimes appear on your skin.

You told him everything that happened and that he was a reason for you to live on, hoping to work through your problems with a lot of therapy in the future. Until then, you would plan to bite through your pain. But then everything fell apart when the book was found, and Reggie could no longer deny it.

But you also told him that he wasn't the reason you did it, but breaking up with him took away a cause for you to keep going through the mud of your existence.

However, what Reggie broke was the main reason you did it. It made him hate himself even more that he had never suspected anything like this.

Then suddenly, a thought came to him. He hurriedly threw away his backpack after taking out paper and a pen. Just to run out to his car, where he wrote a letter himself. Also, a letter of confession explaining everything about how the book came about. His parents' abuse, the pressure he was under, and their even stricter rules after he came out to them. His father even went so far as to send him to a conversion camp. He then forced him to have intercourse with women until he could do it without any help and only did it with women. At least, that is what he let his father believe.

He wanted to tell you everything once you both finished school and were out of this hell hole. Not once was he mad at Betty for making it public they all deserved it. But he was angry at himself, disappointed that he never told you, in particular, because he knew that you would've understood and would've helped.

At least he could do one thing right. He drove to Betty's house and knocked on the door, which her surprised mother answered. Reggie gave her both letters without many words and asked her to write a story about them, but only tell the truth.

As he walked away, she began to read, tears streaming down her eyes as her hand cupped her open mouth. Reggie looked like a ghost behind the wheel the last time she saw him.

Later that night, the news broke the tragic story of a young man who killed another man by driving him into a tree, killing both of them on impact. Before the investigation could be completed, Betty's mother came out the next day with your and Reggies story, Reggie being the one killing the man the day before. It attracted all media attention.

In addition to the written statement from him and you, he also gave her his mobile phone. With all your chat logs, even some recorded phone records that he secretly took of the two of you, but most important were the pictures, the thousands and thousands of pictures.

She later wrote a book about your love story, which began when you met on a playground, where you hit him with a plastic toy. Instead of crying, he took it from you and hugged you. You two were made for each other, and everyone could see it. Even Reggie's parents confirmed this after the public backlash they experienced, which they could never escape. However, your parents took their own lives shortly after your older brother's misdeeds, which you described in your confession letter, were proven true. However, before they could reap the consequences of their actions, in this case doing nothing about their elder son's misdeeds towards you, even though they knew what was going on, they took the easy way out. It was he that Reggie pinned against a tree with his car.

Betty's mother later wrote an entire book about the love you shared with Reggie and stuck to the truth as Reggie wanted her to do.

It triumphantly topped the best-seller charts for over a decade, made several films and even a decade-long series, with the help of Betty's mother, who gathered all the information and built your story of how it would have happened if you had gotten out of this town.

It didn't stop people watching after Season 3 when the announcement was made that it would all be fiction from that moment on, considering both you and Reggie were already dead.

Betty's mother even built a mausoleum in your honor, far away from the town you both had died in, at a place you both wanted to move to, where the earth is always green.

Each year, hundreds of thousands of couples, widows, and everyone in between visit your mausoleum, bring you their own stories and share the love that could never be as pure and strong as the two of you shared. Many had rightly deduced that you knew of Reggie's actions all along but just wanted to bite the time until you both could put it behind you after leaving that rotten town and therefore had even more respect for you.

But once it became public knowledge, there was no hiding. Now pain-free, sleeping peacefully next to the love of your life, you were happy. For the first time in your existence, you were happy.

The day Reggie arrived at your soul's resting place, you ran into his arms in tears. He apologized so many times, in response, all you could do was kiss him and lead him far into the distance where the two of you could live the life you two ever wanted, with no more tragedy, just the love story you both.

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