#bc any further contact is impossible :)

[aroanthy]

me when i see magnets repel each other: omg…., anthytouga…

[madschiavelique]

plEase can you do “i won’t fit” “i will make it fit” with miguel 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

anon you know WHAT IS UPPPP

i tried my best writing this but i hurt my wrist and kinda had to hurry up bc i have to got to a party but i still hope it's good dzekzdfgfd not proofread by the way so MY BAD)

summary : miguel is big, so big, too big

content warnings : SMUT (18+) minors dni, mentions of oral sex (reader receiving), pnv sex, unprotected sexe (stay safe kids), lots of praise, overstimulation (?), no use of Y/N, fem!reader, size kink word count : 1,1k

He kissed and bit the inner skin of your vibrant thighs as he drew his lips in a trail of pecks up to your temple, kissing it tenderly, caressing your cheek softly as your body recovered from the orgasm he'd just had. That was already two, and he'd been at it for at least 40 minutes, or more, or less... Honestly, you were so disorientated by the pleasure that you didn't know what space-time was any more.

He loved taking his time, devouring you, going knuckles deep into you and relaxing you for him, hearing you moan soft whimpers as he ran his tongue over your throbbing clit, maintaining eye contact. And now he wanted to take it to the next level.

He came to kiss your lips, and you tasted yourself as he placed his cock in front of your cunt, sliding over your still sensitive clit, drawing a moan from you which he swallowed with his ever hungry lips.

"Miguel," you breathed between kisses, drunk on the sensations, "'s too big," you swallowed as his hand gripped your thigh firmly to give him room and his lips nuzzled your neck. "It won't fit," you assured him.

Just taking his dick in hand was complicated for the simple reason that you couldn't get your thumb to touch your other fingers with your hand, so inside you? No, impossible.

And that inflated his ego, a mean little growl raising his face in a sneer as one of his canines revealed itself between his lips.

"I'll make it fit," he reassured, stroking your hair as he came to kiss your cheek, "i'm sure you can take it, cariño."

He drowned you in kisses as you felt his dick tracing up and down your lips, coating himself in your wetness, one of your hands coming to rest on his back and the other on his tense arm.

"Fuck," he breathed, his breath ghosting over your skin, "you're so wet."

You let a gasp escape you as he began to press his tip between your lips, a low growl escaping his mouth and falling in a warm cloud onto your skin. The tip alone was huge, and you breathed in deeply as he continued to press in slowly, his lips coming to kiss your forehead in encouragement.

"I can't go further if you tense like that, querida." he came to kiss your lips, his hand gently sliding down your body, settling on your waist where his thumb made circular movements.

"I can't," you complained, tears welling up in your eyes as you pressed your eyelids strongly together.

"You can do this," he murmured, kissing the corner of your eyelids tenderly, "mi linda dulce."

You inhaled softly, and then tried to relax, closing your eyes and biting your lip as he thrust deeper into you.

"That's it," he encouraged softly, "that's my girl."

His praise made you flutter around him, an appreciative moan rising from his throat as he finally got all the way inside you.

You tilted your head back, breathing shakily as he kissed your neck with tenderness.

"Que bien lo haces," he said, his fingers gently replacing a loose strand of your hair, "taking me so well."

He began to pull away, then gently slid back in, Miguel immediately swallowing your moan. You owed it to him; he had the right to drink in the magnificent sounds he was making you create.

He gently created a slow rhythm, not wanting to rush you while you were still getting used to him.

"Hmm," he hummed against your ear, "you're so tight," he nibbled gently on your lobe.

You were slowly, though not easily, getting used to his width, your moans of ease vibrating softly in your chest as you pressed your teeth hard into the bulging, kiss-swollen skin of your lips.

"Tt-tt," he denied, coming to run his tongue over your lips to loosen the grip your teeth had on it. "I want to hear."

He came to kiss you, your whines pouring into his mouth, he swallowed them all without exception. He moved slightly away from your lips, letting your sighs of ease and whimpers take the air and he reveled in the melody you were offering him.

"Eso es," he approved, straightening as he raised your hips properly, contemplating the mess that you were for him, and he traced a line with his fingers from the valley of your breasts to your navel where he pressed lightly.

You arched your back, your breath quavering a complaint as you tightened around him. He groaned at the sensation, and he saw it, the little bulge he formed in your lower belly, his fingers tracing it down. A flash passed through his eyes as he picked up the pace, the moans escaping from between your lips intensifying. The mere idea that he was the one to make you feel so good made him feral.

"It's..." you stammered, breathless, "it's too much!"

But he continued at his own pace, the hot knot in your lower belly beginning to tighten, your nails leaving crescent moons in the skin of his arm and pink streaks down his back. He was enjoying the sight immensely.

"Mírame," he whispered, wishing he could see the extent of your desire and pleasure in your eyes.

He leaned down again, his hand coming to rest soothingly on your cheek and caressing it with his thumb as his other hand moved down between your two bodies to make circular movements over your clit, more moans escaping from your lips.

"Mírame, cariño," he asked as your eyes slowly opened, wet with tears from all the sensations that were sparkling in your body.

"Tan linda."

He kissed you hungrily, drinking in your skin and your lips, then planted a trail of kisses on your cheek, running down your jaw and biting and marking your neck, his rhythm accelerating.

You could feel the cloud in your belly spreading, the knot tightening.

"Miguel...," you moaned, "I'm..." the words were interspersed with cries, "I'm-"

"Shh," he soothed, stroking your hair as he kissed your cheek, "It's okay, go on."

Your breathing quickened, shuddering, until the orgasm burst within you, your back arching as your clit seemed to beat like a second heart, spreading shockwaves through every inch and vein of your body, your walls closing powerfully around Miguel as he bit into your skin with a groan.

Your back rested on the sheet, breathless, as if on a cloud, feeling like you were floating in softness. Miguel kissed your temple affectionately, then your tear-drenched eyelids.

"You did amazing, querida", he said, pressing you carefully against him as he caressed you, whispering sweet nothings to you to soften you up after all that emotion.

[in-another-april]

summary/prompt + genre - spencer + acts of service | fluff

warnings - none

wc - 429

notes - this is actually two lil blurbs bc i couldn't decide which one to do!!

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You sleepily feel around the bed for Spencer, groggily opening your eyes when you find he’s not there. The look of confusion on your face is soon replaced with a soft smile as he enters the room, still in his pajamas with sleep-tousled hair and a coffee mug in hand. You sit up a bit as he reaches your side in a few steps, placing the mug on the end table. He climbs back into bed, scooching right next to you even though the whole other side is available. You don’t mind in the slightest.

“Good morning,” He smiles, brushing the hair from your forehead and dropping a kiss there. You return the greeting, leaning into his touch. “I made you coffee.”

You hum, reaching for the mug and sighing contentedly when the warm liquid meets your lips. Being tuned in to pretty much everything about you is second nature to him, you’ve never actually told him the way you like your coffee. He seemed to have, like with most things, picked up on it easily and somehow manages to make it better than when you’d make it yourself. He is a genius, after all. (Or so he teasingly reminded you after you questioned how he did it.)

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“Ugh, it’s freezing out here.” You complained with a groan, pressing yourself closer to Spencer in a desperate attempt to stay warm as he walked alongside you.

“You know, it’s more-so the wind than it is the temperature.” He supplies helpfully, wrapping his arm around you tightly. “While cold air alone can be deadly, it’s much worse when it’s moving. As wind speed increases, body heat is removed faster.”

He moves to rummage in his bag for a moment, and you grumble at the loss of contact. You were being a little dramatic, it was just another D.C winter, but that didn’t make the walk from the subway to your apartment any easier. Before you could complain any further, Spencer produced a set of gloves from his bag and offered them to you.

“You… Did you really-” You gape, speechless at the sweet gesture.

“You always forget yours, so I figured I should keep a pair with me.” He shrugs, like it’s just a small thing. And it is, really, but it’s still so thoughtful that you can’t help but feel giddy. You pull them over your hands and take one of his, pushing your intertwined hands back into your jacket pocket.

“You’re the best, you know?” You gush, and he smiles amusedly in response, pressing your sides impossibly closer.

[userlando]

I am FERAL please elaborate the lando cumming on his pants bc that anon put an image on my head that’s permanently etched with his red face, eyes slightly teary, desperately alternating between gasping and biting on the persons shoulder….

FUCK!!!!!

my heart rate is through the roof atm. I need to rest because I’m sick as a dog but here I am, writing another smutty blurb. y’all have too much power over me 😭

wild and unruly (1k words) lando norris/fem!reader smut 18+

He’s making these whimpering sounds in his throat, hands grabbing tightly to whatever he can reach, scrambling to get a hold on your hips and arms as you lead the both of you through the threshold of his cramped driver’s room. You shut the door behind you, only remembering to lock it the last second before you slot your mouth over Lando’s in a kiss that turns filthy the moment your lips touch.

Lando pries your lips open, breathing heavily through his nose and it does something so inexplicable to your stomach. He’s sweaty and worked up to the max, the leftover adrenaline coursing in his veins from the race a few hours ago.

You try to concentrate on getting his fireproofs off, but his suit is still tied tightly around his waist and you have absolutely no patience so you flatten your back against the wall, bringing him to you with the help of your hands against his ass. Lando moans into your mouth when your bodies make contact, hips pressing against your front and you can feel the hardness of his cock straining against your abdomen.

It makes you smile against his lips because you’d spent the last two hours undressing him with your eyes as he went through countless of media interviews, watching his cheeks turn pink and stuttering his words whenever you’d make eye contact. It made you feel a lot of things, one of them being powerful.

It was only natural that you’d take the first chance you get to lock him inside his room, the crotch of your underwear so slick that they were starting to smear your bikini line.

You pushed your crotches together, going through a million scenarios in your head because you wanted him in you. But you also wanted him in your mouth. It was quite a predicament that had you battling internally until Lando sucked your tongue and your brain short circuited completely.

Lando was starting to hump against you, hips working against you as he pressed you further up the back and you broke off your kiss to let out involuntary gasps. You watched your boyfriend bite his lower lip hard to keep his noises in, but something devilish in you egged you to keep pushing, to grind against him and work him up to the point where he wouldn’t be able to stay quiet.

You were both playing with fire, well aware of the countless of people downstairs in the garage and how sound travelled beautifully in the vicinity. Maybe that’s why it had you extra worked up, bringing a hand to the front and touching the hard outline of Lando’s cock.

He exhaled heavily, groan guttural as his hips jumped up and into your hand. You gripped him harder, doing your best to jerk him off but you found it fruitless because the amount of layers he was wearing made it impossible to get any real friction.

Instead, you pushed your head up to kiss him, smiling when Lando responded eagerly. You slid your fingers through his sweaty curls and gripped them tightly, the both of you moaning simultaneously when the unexpected pain caused his hips to grind forward.

“Want you inside me.” You confessed quietly, kissing his cheek and jaw before slotting your mouth right next to his ear.

Lando’s breathing stuttered when you trapped his earlobe between your teeth, pushing his face into the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You gave off a hushed moan when he opened his mouth and sucked the sensitive skin there, and you should’ve pushed him off and scold him for marking you up because photographers were still lurking out there. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it, especially when his hands circled around your back, trapping his arms between you and the wall to push you further against him as his grinding continued.

“Been thinking of your cock all day.” You continued, eyes finding the mirror across the room. It gave you a perfect view of the two of you, and showed how Lando’s back and hips were working against you. The sight of it made your eyelids flutter shut. “Wanna taste you. Please, Lando.”

Something about your plea made your boyfriend whine against your shoulder. You opened your mouth to take it further, to beg him to fuck you but Lando was suddenly sinking his teeth into your shoulder, no doubt marking you up, hips grinding forward as he gave off a low and drawn out moan.

His hands gripped you tightly against him, pulling you against him and it took you a few seconds to understand what had just happened. You blinked at your reflection in the mirror, hearing his laboured breathing and relishing in the sting of your shoulder where he was kissing softly; Like he was apologising for biting so hard.

But your mind was still reeling a little because oh my god, he'd just come.

You were too preoccupied with your thoughts to really care about the sting though, pulling gently on his hair to bring his face into view. His face in question was red, lips swollen and eyes blown wide as they looked into yours. It made your chest tight, thinking of how you were the only one who got to witness him like this. At your mercy and so beautiful.

Lando looked embarrassed though and you gave him a slow smile that you hoped would ease him.

“Sorry.” He was the one to break the silence, voice raspy and shy. “That wasn’t meant to happen.”

It made your smile turn into a grin, satisfying the urge to kiss him by bringing his mouth to yours. He didn’t protest as the two of you kissed slowly, softly before you pulled back just far enough to rest your forehead against his.

“That was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.” You confessed, laughter in your voice and it had Lando groaning as he brought you into his embrace, still too embarrassed to look at your gleeful face for too long.

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sorry if this was all over the place, i'm sick and delirious but i hope this was good 🤍

[bibibbon]

Considering everything...MHA never left chapter 1. One thing I heard and I agree is how Izu is a static, stagnant character. He wanted to be a hero...why?

I always ask this. We can agree he wanted to help and deep down be part of a group, which yeah I can see this as a dream for a lonely abused kid.

But what was his plan? He didn't have a quirk...well, entering in UA was impossible? He could work as a quirk analyst (or is that a job which lives only in fanon?)

Assuming he has no means to enter in UA without a quirk....well, why linger on an impossible dream?

He got a quirk...by sheer luck.

He never own it in the sense we never saw Izu use 100% of ofa. We never saw him reach the max. We never saw Izu as a shonen hero fighting the big baddie.

He lost the quirk...

And spends 8 years alone working as a teacher...

Did he wanted to have a suit?

His "friends" cut contact with him for 8 years (saw people especulating how the last part, the iron suit, could be Izu delulu...I agree) and there more heroes than villains, why are they so busy they can send a hi, how are you? To the guy who lost his arms to stop shig?

I digress.

So for 8 years...he was alone, quirkless and forgetten. Then boom iron suit than only BK and am chip in.

Did he wanted the suit?

Are him and Am even closer? Bc why am made this a secret for 8 years.

Also to conclude...no, Izu couldn't have start this story as a quirkless hero (he is not Batman or Tony Stark)

Izu is still on chap 1.

The author is just end the story and move on.

Hi @mikeellee 👋

I have said this for quite a while but yeah Izuku is a pretty static character and doesn't change at all actually a lot of his change includes his character regressing to a much more bland and unlikable version of him which annoys me to no end.

I have always thought that izuku wanted to be a hero to 1) fit in and 2) to help people however, I do wish that canon would explore that a lot more and why Izuku even looked up to all might in the first place.

One of my problems with MHA is that izuku doesn't actually plan to do much or doesn't have the steps to complete his goals in the beginning. What I mean by this is if izuku was aiming for the hero course then why did he not train himself physically? It makes no sense at all why he didn't do that (Izuku is smart that should of been one of the first things in his mind) and I still think that izuku didn't train because the narrative was waiting for all might to come along and whip him into shape or something of the sort.

Quirk analysis and being a quirk analyst seems to only be something in fanon MHA as any character that does quirk analysis in canon ie izuku and shigaraki are looked at weirdly by others which doesn't make sense. I do think that with the development of quirks and the quirk singularity theory that izuku could of entered a career surrounding quirk analysis and production of support items.

I think that a part of izuku didn't truly believe in himself and the fact that he could become a hero so he may of relied on his intelligence to at least get him to general studies which means he would still be able to get into UA.

We did see izuku use 100% of OFA during the overhaul arc (no he used 100% of OFA not the other users quirks) but it wasn't without harming himself and the last arc also proved that izuku never made OFA his own quirk since he still thought of it as a precious gift all might gave him that he had trouble of letting go (this just further shows how underdeveloped izuku is)

What bugs me the most is that izuku never tries again he simply is defeated and accepts defeat by fate but when he does teach in UA he still goes by his hero name as they call him "deku sensei" so I do think a part of him wanted to grasp on to any sense of identity he had that was just fading away.

Heck Izuku also ends up looking like he doesn't actually exercise anymore meaning that he simply gave up which I still find ridiculous. So I think he gave up and was simply mourning the fact that he can't be a hero so when given the chance he simply takes it and doesn't look back.

Izuku and all might were never close in canon and with the knowledge that all might lives abroad now I think they have definitely lost contact as Izuku was surprised that all might even came to Japan in the first place so yeah their relationship seems pretty nonexistent at this point to me.

You know me I personally do think that izuku could be a quirkless hero whether that be him getting into the support course and making his own gadgets to use (UA can support him they have a lot of money) or that be him literally changing the definition of what it means to be a hero. I have also talked about it in another posts but I do think our opinions are quite different when it comes to the idea of quirkless heroes

[theweightofakiteofdreamsingold]

🥳Han’s Midnight

Thoughts🥳

This is quite literally a filthy sub!Josh fic idea that I cannot make into an entire fic bc I have 2 Josh fics in the swamp as we speak. SUPER SMUT IMMEDIATELY BELOW THE CUT; MINORS DNI.

Okay but what if Josh made this face when you made him cum?

What if you started out sucking his cock while he ate your pussy at the same time?

What if you started off slow, just softly gliding your tongue from the very tip of his head all the way down to the start of his balls and back again? What if you went so slowly it was torturous? What then?

What if after doing this a few times, you felt him twitch against your tongue while he moaned into your heat? What if you got so turned on at the sounds he made that you took his whole length in your throat and swallowed it?

What if you did that a second time?

A third?

What if every single time your throat closed around him, he whimpered, never letting your pussy leave his mouth?

What if you involuntarily clenched your walls around his tongue every time you swallowed him? What if he responded by pulling you further into his mouth? What if you started taking him faster?

What if he broke the suction he’d created on your clit to moan louder than he had been? What if he whined as you took him faster and faster down your throat? What if he cinched his brows and said, “Ohhhh god, mama. Please.” What then?

What if you increased your pace still? What if he tried to keep eating your pussy but couldn’t because his breath kept getting stuck in his throat? What if all he could manage was a stray lick or two at a time before he gasped again?

What if he got so close to cumming down your throat that when you felt him squeeze your ass that rested in his face, you felt his hands trembling?

What if the second that he was on the tip of his cusp, you stopped? What if you swung your legs to one side of him and turned yourself around to face him? What if you let his cock slip from between your lips and watched it throb against his stomach while you sat at his feet?

What if you watched his eyes grow wide as he realized what was happening? What if his mouth sat agape as he gazed at you?

What if the shocked look in his eyes turned immediately into pleading?

Begging?

What if he was willing to do absolutely anything you wanted if you’d just finish him?

What if he told you that? What if he begged for you?

What if between heavy breaths he begged you to ride him? What if he told you that he needed to be inside of you? What if he told you that all he wanted was to cum inside your perfect pussy?

What if the second that you had taken half his length, his hips bucked up into yours hard enough for his balls to make contact with your ass because he couldn’t wait any longer? What if as soon as he bottomed out, a beautiful, thick cry pushed itself up from his chest and out past his perfectly wet lips?

What if as you continually bounced harder and faster on his cock, he continued to meet your hips in the middle, slamming himself up into your core the smallest bit further? What if his hands conformed to the shape of your hips, sternly holding you in place? What if he let out a sharp exhale each time your skin met, leaving him to inhale ragged breaths in between?

What if as you pressed on, you watched his mouth change from hanging slack to having his teeth clenched and his brows scrunched as tight as they would go? What if you felt his legs start to shake under you as you sank down on his cock again and again?

What if you felt his hips stutter as hot sweat beaded on his forehead? What if his grip on your hips grew impossibly tighter? What if he cried out through clenched teeth as he released into the depths of your core, an absolutely seething expression on his face? What if every muscle in his body stayed tightened until you’d ridden him through the longest orgasm you’d given him to date?

What if?

What then?

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[tsuchinokoroyale]

I’d love to hear more about your thoughts on JJK. Admittedly, I’m not well versed in shonen, so I never even considered that it was trying to subvert the genre.

P.S. Thank you for the consistently thoughtful takes and hot ass 😘

Ooooo boy I hope you’re ready for a whole ass essay 😎😎😎

Shonen as a genre has changed over time as any art form does, but it is still mired in tropes that can be traced back to the classics. The shonen genre is thus named bc its target demographic is boys to young men, for our discussion we’ll say teenage boys. While it obviously has big appeal for other demographics, it is mainly designed to both appeal AND communicate life lessons to that crowd of impressionable kids.

Because of this dual function you get this really odd genre full of super powerful special boys who love their friends but have no qualms about slaughtering their enemies. They typically espouse lessons about the merits of hard work, sticking to your beliefs ((so long as your beliefs are beneficial to society at large)), of goodness and friendship triumphing over evil. Look no further than DBZ and Naruto which can broadly be divided into Battle Arcs and Training Arcs, upping the ante for our special boy main protagonists until we literally have them fighting gods as the logical extreme of continuous escalation.

The Standard™ Shonen formula has a boy main protagonist who’s got some sort of motivation that is so ideologically pure that he’s basically impossible to defeat. Goku loves to fight, Naruto wants to be hokage, Tanjiro wants to cure his sister and slayer all the demons, etc. He forms/joins a band of merry outcasts with their own tragic backstories and sets out to defeat whatever villain appears for that arc. If they win, arc is over move onto training arc, if they lose, they train, fight and win, then train some more. The fun of the genre comes from the colorful side characters, and the little twists that come with each battle system, which brings us to Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure.

At the time JJBA was being published, the big influence on manga was big beefy male led 80s action movies and Fist of the North Star, a manga about a beefy martial artist named Kenshiro going around beating baddies in a post apocalyptic world. Battle systems in Shonen were usually incredibly soft, most tied to physical combat enhanced by some poorly defined life force energy that could be called upon to even out fights and give big climactic finishes, like Ki from dragon ball and their iconic kamehamehas. Even JJBA starts off this way, with our beefy boys learning Hamon/Ripple and duking it out with vampires, til my man Hirohiko Araki was like “mmmm this is kind of limiting. Time to Change Everything~” and he came up with the concept of Stands, incredibly limited psychic/magic abilities that manifest as furries or sexy robots or a Lego version of the White House (?). You can see this idea really grow and expand within the part it’s introduced, going from “fire furry” and “robot knight with sword” to “guy whose stand turns into a ball that immediately erases anything it runs into but he can’t really see what he’s attacking since he has to be inside his stand in order for it to work also his name is Vanilla Ice and he’s a vampire in a thong.”

You can FEEL the impact this had even to this day. Stands became Jutsus in Naruto, quirks in MHA, Nen in HxH, Cursed Techniques in JJK. And part of what made it fun was that it added strategy to the mix! Str8 physical fights are hard to strategize bc it’s basically just a numbers game, right? Like bc his power level is over 9000, it’s going to be a tough time until some plot contrivance and/or training occurs to drive *my* power level over 9000. But now there is an additional layer of *how* these powers interact.

My ability is to blow bubbles and his ability is to turn a single person who comes into contact with bodily fluids into a mindless zombie? Create bubble shields so they can’t splash blood on you. My ability is to fold anything into origami and if you touch the origami you begin to see one object as something else and his ability is an automatic tracking stand that hunts me down by creating face shredding tornados when I breathe? Make a city bus look like my dad ((part 8 is fucking nuts)).

As you can tell, JJBA really burst open the dam on creativity, but as per the examples I’ve given they can often feel very… silly and contrived. The Serious Anime Fan™ will complain and say those fights are full of asspulls, which they are, but that’s very much part of the fun of the series. BUT because diversity is the spice of life, you also get artists who are less interested in adhering to the Rule of Cool and more interested in making things explicitly “logical” which is how we get Hunter x Hunter.

While JJBA dabbles in using stands for characterization, HxH goes HARD into it. Nen abilities are ((usually)) manifestation of their user’s idea of power, creating a direct link between who that person is and what they can do as a result. This is balanced by people having innate Nen types which means the kinds of abilities they can use are limited, though there are rules restrictions and exceptions to this as well. We know all of this bc mangaka Togashi literally gives a college level lecture on Nen in the story, describing how it manifests, how it works, what it can and can’t do, and how individual rules can supersede the basic set of rules and the rules for doing that. I call this style Erudite Shonen, bc bitches be TALKING. In erudite Shonen, powers usually fall on the complex side, even Bungee Gum, which has the properties of both rubber and gum, can be used in insane ways like ricocheting bullets, gluing minors together, and/or cheesing a game of dodgeball and it’s all both shown AND told.

Now where does JJK fall into all this? Listifying the common Shonen tropes we have A Special Boy main protagonist with a pure motive, a crew, goodness triumphing over evil, prioritizing bonds and community over selfish gain, and the winning power of hard work.

Early JJK fits the mold pretty well. Yuji Itadori starts off the series special, with superhuman fitness before he ingests sukuna’s finger at which point he becomes a Naruto analog, where he is strong because he has a powerful spirit trapped inside him. He has the rather off kilter but still acceptable goal of “dying a proper death”. His squad of mentor Gojo, Fushiguro, and Kugisaki is established by episode 3. The villains are cursed spirits who want to eradicate humanity, the good guys are the jujutsu sorcerers who say “no u” to that. Yuji wants to gain power to protect others instead of just becoming powerful himself. And there’s a training arc! Sure, it happens after Yuji gets his heart ripped out, but he’s not even dead that long. Even the powers in early JJK present themselves as pretty simple, Fushiguro does shadow summoning, Kugisaki does hammer and nail resonance, panda, Inumaki does cursed speech.

It wears its darkness on its sleeve however, presenting Junpei as a potential future team member only to shockingly kill him. The whole star plasma vessel incident casts an unflattering light on Jujutsu society. But none of that COMPARES to the shitshow that happens in Shibuya, where JJK finally shows its real hand.

Over the course of the Shibuya arc, we watch our protagonist mount an offense against the villains that have been building themselves up over the course of the show, sacrificing so so much just to ultimately… lose. The Shibuya arc subverts not just idiosyncratic plot beats but story telling traditions as well. “The strongest” loses, multiple fan favorite characters are either taken out of commission or outright killed, the story progression slams the fast forward button as Yuji goes from having ingested 4 out of 20 fingers to 15/20 resulting in mass civilian casualties because his version of the 9 tailed fox is an actual monster, and ((meta-narratively)) worst of all, Yuji doesn’t even get to defeat his arch-rival, Mahito. Instead Mahito is unceremoniously absorbed by other big bad Geto/Kenjaku. It’s supremely unsatisfying and the weight of the tragedy is so immense you wonder how our heroes are gonna come back from this.

And thus begins the “deconstruction” phase of JJK. Cuz they just… don’t. As dark as Shibuya got, a standard Shonen would then go on to give the heroes a big fat W, some sort of come back after all that. But not JJK! Bc JJK is subversive 😏 this means the fact that the story is super unsatisfying is like, the point mannnn. This isn’t the worst thing that can happen. Chainsawman is also a story of major L’s and minor W’s and it’s my #1 favorite modern manga series. The difference is in intent, however. Chainsawman works as well as it does bc at its core, it loves Denji. He REALLY goes through the ringer, but it’s all in service of understanding what life is like for someone trapped on the hedonic treadmill and how one can ((attempt anyways)) to break out of it.

And then there’s JJK. It truly feels like the manga is designed to tear Yuji’s self sacrificial mindset to shreds for the sake of making him suffer and for the reader to feel bad for ever feeling like good has to triumph over evil. The real problem is, it feels as if the series is bending over backwards to make this shit happen.

Part of the change over is what was a previously simple-ish battle system goes full Erudite Shonen. There were hints that cursed energy could get more complicated, what with domain completion competition and guaranteed hits and simple domains and that one guys FPS ability I can’t explain. But we go FULL HxH level afterwards. All of a sudden oxygen delivery to the brain becomes important to cursed technique, there’s domain range and boundary fidelity and incomplete domain properties, disruption of somatic components becomes a factor, and… it honestly feels like utter nonsense at times.

Complexity isn’t bad, like I mentioned I LOVE HxH and could probably explain the chrollo-hisoka fight if you gave me a few hours to study, but I could not tell you all the new rules for cursed energy that seem just kind of invented on the spot in random chapters during this back half of JJK. Bc they involve concepts never really mentioned before, it feels like an asspull, like this was something made up to force the situation at hand. Thing is, more of those situations only benefit the villains. You get shit like a character winning a battle at the end of one chapter and then starting the next one to find they were killed off screen moments later, actually. It’s just like yeah it’s subversive, but the reason stories aren’t told like this is bc this shit sucks lmao. I think out of all the plans the heroes make like only a handful of them are actually successful, and even then they get so unwound by the next step in the plan that they may as well have not happened. It doesn’t help that the abilities are so complicated now you’ll get a chapter dedicated to explaining what one guy can do just to have him wiped off the face of the earth the next one.

So the crew is gone, our special boy is actually the most disempowered guy ever except for the fact that he can’t be killed for some reason, the good guys are NOT doing a great job standing up to evil since like 86% of their plans fail or have bad results, a gag character wins one of the most important fights in the story and it’s unironically the best thing JJK has done in a while, and it’s all just a very confusing slog to read. This is the danger of writing subversion for the sake of subversion with intent for contempt, kids 😮‍💨

Granted we aren’t at the end of the story yet so maybe I’ll be wrong and there’ll be like a reset button that fixes everything (( which would also suck )), but yeah. JJK wants what HxH did in the chimera ant arc but forgot that that story was possible bc it was fundamentally about humanity and love, not just the parts about how people suck and goodness can fail.

If you made it this far congratulations you’re entitled to one big kissy on ur forehead from me and barnaby 😚😚😚

[multiplicity-positivity]

hello! do you perhaps have any advice, or know of any resources for situations where the collective cannot agree on important decisions? like, say, some have come to absolutely hate a friend and want to cut off contact, some are still attached and would be very sad and griefing if the friendship is lost, some is thinking of compromising where only the ones who want to talk to that friend would do so (but will not work bc the ones who hate this person would still be exposed to them anyway bc of shared memory, when the healthiest thing to do for them is walk away. which also cannot work bc it will devastate the ones who want to stay friends with said person)

Hiya! Woof, our system really struggles with this ourselves! >_< and I don’t think we’re gonna have an easy, straightforward answer for you! We’re really sorry!! T_T But we can still try to share some stuff that our own system is working on when it comes to making decisions, if that’s okay!

Okay, so first off, communicate! >w<

It’s really important to keep up an open dialogue and communicate with each other, especially when it comes to making big decisions! If someone wants to do something, ask them why! And do the same for the headmates who don’t want to do something! And like, try not to make fun of, belittle, or lash out at headmates for being vulnerable and sharing their reasons for having a certain opinion! Not every headmate will think the same way or want the same things! So just talking to each other and trying to get everyone’s opinions can at least help y’all all get on the same page :33

Next, maybe try taking a vote!

Um, if the vast majority of the headmates in your system want something, and only a couple don’t maybe it would be worth it to do it anyway! But at the same time, keep in mind the feelings of the headmates who aren’t getting what they want or whose votes are being overruled. Maybe try explaining to them why the system as a collective is going to be making this choice in particular, and why those who voted for it believe it is the best choice!

But the biggest thing (at least for our sys!) is…

Compromising!!!

Making compromises is essential for every system. Yeah it sucks that not all headmates can always make their own choices or get what they want all the time, but compromising is a great way to help everyone feel seen, acknowledged, and find a path that more or less works for everyone! >w<

Okay, so let’s try and use your example (but keep in mind we don’t know you personally or your history, so please don’t take our potential compromise as the only solution here!)

You brought up a good compromise by saying that only the headmates who want to be in touch with this friend could do so, though it would impact the headmate who doesn’t want to be in touch because of shared memories. To further this compromise, maybe you could help this headmate access tools for proper emotional regulation and learning how to sit with, accept, and come to terms with painful memories and negative emotions. Everyone will form bad memories or experience bad emotions at some point or another in their lives! >_<” But equipping this headmate with the tools to manage their emotions in healthy ways might make it easier to live with the memories of other headmates interacting with this friend.

It’s impossible for anyone to live their whole lives without ever having to make a compromise… but for systems, we headmates may find that learning how to compromise is way more important than it is for singlets!!

I’ll be honest, many members of our system love wikihow and we (Ralsei and Margo) have personally gotten a lot of use out of wikihow over the years! We’re including a link to a wikihow article on compromising - maybe y’all could find some use in it!

Also, if your system is in therapy, this would be a perfect subject to talk through with your therapist! They might have some good ideas or suggestions tailored to your system’s needs specifically, and could probably help y’all in ways that we won’t be able to!! >w<

Good luck to y’all though with figuring this out!! Gosh, we know that trying to make group decisions is not easy, especially when it comes to big things that headmates have opposing views on. We really hope though that y’all will be able to find ways to communicate and compromise in the future!! :33

[mordaciousmurderer]

I Hate Everything About You

John ‘Soap’ Mactavish x Valeria Garza

18+ MINORS DNI NSFW

A/n: I’ve always had a little bug in my brain that needed Soap and Valeria to hate fuck… So they do. This takes place before the Dark water mission, when she’s in the random container. As always, asks are open.

Cw/ smut, hate fucking, p in v sex, hair pulling, lowkey rough, lowkey exhibitionism??(graves checks up on comms), valeria speaks spanish (no translation bc it’s rlly basic), swearing, arguing, not proofread, lmk if i miss anything

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“Deal. Until then, you’re stayin’ right here.” Graves gives Valeria an intense look, one that would chill any normal individual to their core. Valeria had a certain disposition that was damn near impossible to rattle. Graves got that hint as he watched Alejandro blow up on her just moments prior.

“Soap,” Graves begins, causing Johnny to quickly turn his head to look at the blond soldier. “Watch her. We’re gonna make sure she’s not pullin’ our dicks.”

Soap nods. “Copy. I’ll make my way over as soon as you give me the ok.” He replies and fist bumps Graves who leads Ghost, Rudy, and Alejandro out. Soap can’t help but notice as Ghost gives him a fleeting glance, one that made him unsettled. It was a warning; don’t fall for Valeria’s subterfuge. Before he could further debate the meaning behind Ghost’s novella-like eyes, the door to the container slammed shut.

“Aye cariño looks like it’s just the two of us.” Valeria smirks, both her arms and legs crossed from where she sat in the chair.

“Shut your mouth.” He barks out while pivoting to face her, watching her like a hawk. There was not an ounce of trust, an ounce of care, just nothing but pure hatred. Valeria chuckles and shakes her head.

“Cool it pendejo! You’re lucky I didn’t shoot you at the penthouse. Should be thankful.” She responds hastily before dropping her tone to a low growl “Te perdoné la vida.” Part of her wanted to strangle Soap right on the spot, but another part of her felt the need to keep poking at him. She wanted to watch the way the blood rushed to his ears when he lost the upper hand. She wanted him to fluster up and lose an argument. She didn’t know why.

Soap didn’t even bother to reply despite the anger welling up in him. It was unusual to say the least, as he’s encountered his fair share of frustrating people. Whatever unique characteristic she exclusively possessed irked him in an unfamiliar way. “Ya know ya ain’t gonna get out of this. You’re gonna pay for what you’ve done.” He couldn’t help but snap at her, taking a few steps closer.

“I have all of Las Almas on my side. How do you think people will react when El Sin Nombre vanishes out of thin air?” She scoffs and uncrosses her arms which came to lay on her lower thighs to support her weight as she leaned closer.

“They’re gonna have to learn to live without you.” Soap grips the straps of his tactical vest so tight that his knuckles fade white.

“You don’t have any proof.”

“We’ll find proof.”

“Sure. Soy imposible de rastrear. Not a damn sliver of usable evidence on this continent.”

“I’m not arguing with a drug lord. You have NO interest in the greater good.” Soap took yet another step closer to her. He was falling for the bait; she had no interest in arguing with him. She just wanted him vulnerable.

“Don’t tell me about greater good your kills are no less evil than mine.” She retorts, raising an eyebrow.

She yelps when callused hands come to cup either side of her jaw, forcing her up to her feet to stand mere inches apart from Soap. Piercing blue eyes stare daggers into her own. “You best shut your pretty little mouth…” He growls, his grip never faltering. Her arms extended behind her, the sudden contact frazzled her but she made sure to camouflage any shock.

“Or what?” She responds cooly, suddenly vividly aware of the tension that thickened the air like cornstarch in water. Not the hatred, but something different. Something animalistic that she pieced together after a few moments of thought. Raw attraction. And it was strong. “You gonna shut me up yourself?” her words were lined with lust.

Her eyes flickered to Soap’s furrowed brows then his lips as he wet them. “I have half a mind to do just that.” His tone shifted ever so slightly as he felt the urge to take her right then and there well up in his stomach. He looked at her eyes which screamed the same idea that he had. “Fuck it.” He utters before pulling her in aggressively.

It only took half a second for Valeria to begin kissing him back with the same desperation, hands trailing around and up his neck to latch onto a fistful of his mohawk. Their tongues wrestled, leaving no room for passion in their kiss. Just messy hatred fueling any and all attraction. Their shoes scuffled beneath them as he pushed her back towards the wall of the container they occupied. “You run your mouth too much-“ He mumbles against her lips which prompts her to yank his hair, his head tilting back with a guttural groan.

“Just shut up and fuck me.” She exhales shakily, squeezing her thighs together to alleviate the pulsing heat she felt emanating from her core. She reached down to undo the buckle on his belt before she was interrupted by him grabbing either side of her waist and turning her around to face the wall. Her eyes widened slightly as she realized what he wanted. The two of them wasted no time. Soap pulled himself out from his pants and underwear, stroking his half hard cock. His sex driven brain watched as she pulled her pants along with her panties down to her mid thighs, revealing her glistening cunt.

“Fuck.” He sighs, the sight of the enemy he’s grown to despise exposed like this worked him up like nothing else. The blood rushed to his cock at a furious rate when she pressed her hands up against the wall, leaving her bent over and ready for him. He takes ahold of himself and slides the tip up and down her warm folds, smirking when he passes over her clit and she whines out. He repeated the motion a few more times before her hips jerked back.

“Stop teasing me already!” She hisses at him, her pupils blown and face flushed. He didn’t dare to disobey her especially when she looked so pathetic like this.

“Somebody’s impatient. Can’t wait to get fucked by the man who busted ya huh?” He mocks her before pushing himself inside her, both of them moaning out simultaneously. She bit her lip at the satisfying stretch. He didn’t even bother to bottom out before setting a brutal and rage-fueled pace. Valeria wailed out, her hand meeting his as he wrapped one around the back of her neck. Each thrust left her knees feeling increasingly weak. Her mind could only melt to focus on his cock pressing against her walls and his hand gripping the back of her neck.

“I’m not a soldier. I don’t, fuck-“ Her head drops between her shoulders, his thrusts creating such an unbearably good feeling that begged for her juices to spill down his length. She wanted so desperately to be in control but his dick kept hitting her in all the right spots. It was damn near imposible to focus when her cunt was spasming around him.

Soap’s hand slides down her back to grasp at her hips and the pads of his fingers pressed so tight to her flush and warm skin that it would definitely leave bruises. “Little slut can’t even finish her sentence.” He grunts, hips rolling even deeper into her. Valeria can only mewl as the head of his cock creeps at her cervix, sending a foreign yet pleasurable ache throughout her core.

John looked down to watch his length disappear inside her fluttering pussy. He wet his lips after seeing the white ring of her essence circling the base of his cock. He adjusted his pace, speeding up slightly to be met with frantic moans and whimpers from Valeria. “Oh god- oh my god.” She breathes heavily, the familiar feeling of an orgasm building rapidly. “Just like that don’t you dare stop-“ She growls out, pushing some hair out of her face.

Soap’s brows unintentionally furrow and his pace halts for a quick moment as he grabs a fistful of her hair. She looked back at him momentarily. He fucked her like he had done it hundreds of times before, holding her the way she wanted and ramming into her in a way that had her thighs trembling. “I’m gonna-“ She begins and he bends over her to get slightly closer to her. “Go ahead. Come on my cock bonnie.” He grumbles, continuing his ruthless pace.

“Shadow-1 to Bravo 7-1 do you copy?” Grave’s slight southern drawl blares into Johnny’s ears. His eyes widen and he pauses, prompting Valeria to look back at him with confused eyes.

“Not a sound. Graves is on comms. Any noise and you don’t get to finish.” He grumbles before reaching up to press the button on his comms system. “Yes sir. Intel good?” He asks and then continues rutting into Valeria. She bit down on her tongue, trying not to let any sound escape her mouth. It felt too good.

“She didn’t lie. Coordinates obtained through interrogation confirm an oil rig 300 nautical miles offshore in the Gulf of Mexico.” The leader of the Shadows reported, unaware of what Soap was currently up to. “Vargas, Shadow company, and the rest of you guys will infill three boat teams.”

Valeria whined ever so slightly right as Soap raised his hand to respond, leading him to wrap his hand over her mouth to shut her up. Her breathing climaxed as she came to her peak, her walls clenching down on him as she came undone. Knowing Graves could hear everything at any moment amplified the feeling, letting her brain go blank. “Copy that. I will meet you back at base.” Soap forced out, the pressure of her around him making it hard to not moan right into the microphone.

“Copy. Shadow-1 out.” Graves concludes and Soap lets go of the button and allows Valeria to ride out her high, his orgasm approaching not long after. He holds her up as he watches her knees buckle slightly. The warmth of his cum shoots deep into Valeria with a loud groan and her face screws up with pleasure as she feels him fill her up to the brim.

The two of them stayed there panting for maybe a minute or two before he pulled out and watched as the white liquid pooled out of her. He situated himself back into his pants, cleaning up and wiping the sweat from his forehead. “It’s a shame you’re a drug lord.. would have loved to do this again.” Soap says cockily. He had the upper hand now, that’s for sure.

“Cállate la boca pendejo.” She responds, pulling up her pants as she shuffles to sit down in the chair that sat in the center of the container. “Go save your fucking misiles.” She waves him off, crossing her arms again. She put on her best ‘fuck you face’ and was royally pissed when he just smiled at her. His dumb grin was the last thing she was before he exited the container, off to who knows where.

When the door shut behind him she sighed, staring down at the ground. That was good. Too good.

Masterlist

[alister312]

Do you have any Gregstophe headcanons that you haven't shared yet?

most certainly! I’ll be honest I forget very often what headcanons I have about them that I’ve shared and what I just feel like I have simply bc it’s something I have always understood to be inherent to Them. also, very often I think of headcanons that aren’t set in stone? they’re more little concepts I like to play around with for a while. they’ll either stick around in my head as “canon to me” or just become things I think are neat but feel no real attachment to or desire to explore further. this is why I tend to really like ask games bc it can give me prompts to think of new ones that might be good enough to stick around.

however I feel like u perhaps came here wanting a more concrete answer, anon, so a concept I have been pushing around my head lately is roadtrip headcanons 👀

for starters, this would be in the mercenary sort of phase of their life if they go down that path. while they for sure have many little safe houses and contacts all over the world (or, worst case scenario, last minute book a hotel), I think they’re more often than not on the road

if they have the ability, Gregory would much rather take a train so that they can both be involved with the mission planning process along the way, but a car is usually much more convenient (especially in the US)

they both drive (with how long of trips they take it’s impossible not to switch off). they both prefer when Gregory is the one driving though bc Christophe can be easily distracted since he finds long stretches of highway so tedious and he’s a much more active person than Gregory.

driver picks what they’re listening to though so Christophe knows the full soundtracks of many musicals entirely against his will

Gregory refuses to ever stop at roadside rest stops for food (too gross and too public for their line of work) so they go to a lot of interesting local cafes and diners. sometimes if it’s a place with really good food they’ll put it on their map so they can go back another time.

they also have actual physical maps for different countries. don’t wanna be easily tracked by a gps signal. Christophe also likes the feel of physically mapping out a route and Gregory likes to be a little pompous about like “I know how to find my way without technology 😏”

they’ve got various cars depending on where they’re at in the world but all of them are customized to have hollowed out seats (to store less than legal things) that fold down (in case they need to sleep in the car. Gregory hates when they do this bc it’s so cramped and uncomfortable but Christophe doesn’t mind bc they are forced to cuddle and it’s a good excuse for his touch starved but in denial about that self)

the biggest argument they always inevitably get into on the road is about having the windows down. Gregory hates having them down bc the wind messes with his hair but when they’re down is the only time Christophe is allowed to smoke in the car. they usually get into a battle of putting them down and back up again. Christophe installed an old handcrank window in one of their cars just so he could roll down the window without Gregory having the ability to put it back up and it was one of their bigger petty fights to date

[an-android-in-a-tutu]

The Thing about Stalker Cas is he is my sweetheart, my baby boy, my precious dumpling who is deeply unwell.

Under the cut cuz it's long and understandably kinda fucked up.

And like he has issues for sure, but they are not things that couldn't have been relatively easily addressed with therapy or even just a supportive home environment. He's probably autistic and definitely has difficulties relating to people socially and struggles to express or even identify what he's feeling, but the problem is that he was raised in a deeply religiously abusive home environment so instead of being diagnosed with autism his dad almost drowned him trying to exorcise him in a bath tub and so he thinks he's the devil.

Well not actually. His dad for sure thought he was the devil but based on his own self assessment he's come to the, in his opinion, more likely conclusion that he simply dos not have a soul and that his actions simply don't have any moral weight, like those of an animal. Despite this he does want to do good, and lacking a solid foundation for judging the moral weight of his actions due to being raised how he was, and having concluded that he's incapable of the kind of like, natural moral reasoning he assumes other people can do but he can't, he relies heavily on the harm principle to guide his actions.

Which is generally good but also lets him justify continuing stalking people because he's not doing any material harm to them, and while violating people's privacy the way he's doing is generally considered wrong, he's thought about it and concluded that the actual harm occurs when people find out about the breach and Feel violated, so as long as he's really careful and never gets caught, no one ever actually gets hurt.

The stalking behaviour kind of emerged naturally as a teenager out of his profound isolation/loneliness mixed with the deep seated conviction that he is inherently and inescapably wrong somehow in a way that will quickly become apparent if anyone tried to get close to him. Despite generally viewing himself as void of emotion, he actually does really readily develop attachments to people and just finds people fascinating and wonderful in general, which led to people watching which led to finding favourites that he wanted to watch more than anything else, which then led to stalking behaviours that he got caught for because he was a teenager who didn't even really get that his behaviour was unacceptable, which led of course to further social isolation as word got out that he was a creepy stalker and confirmed his fears about the fact that there's something deeply wrong with him and left him even less able to form any kind of healthy social connection while being more lonely than ever.

In the aftermath of this he does try to stop the behaviour but when he finds this impossible, he finds his way to justify it as harmless and works on getting very very good at stalking people.

And he's like. Pretty conscientious about it too. I think in college at some point he's like. Sitting in a cafe a few booths away from a woman he's been following for a while and she mentions to her friend having a vague sense of unease like she's being watched or followed, and like. Immediately packs up all his things, exits the restaurant and completely stops going anywhere near her. Bc that's what he has to do to justify allowing himself to keep doing this stuff, his attention and presence are things he can only inflict on people in complete secrecy.

Anyway his typical patter is to have one or two people that he takes a liking to at a time and will follow obsessively for like. Four or five months without making contact, before gradually having his attention drift when he's completely familiar with their life/routine and no longer feels compelled to learn everything there is to know about them. He still keeps up with "old friends" usually through fake social media profiles and might start following them again for a while if they have like a major life change that he's curious about but generally it's a rotating cast. He also tends to skirt around explicitly criminal acts for the most part. He tries to keep what he's doing to something that's justifiably an extent of people watching, matching his routine's to someone so that he's frequently in a position to observe them in a public place. Although he's definitely not above breaking into places to rifle through people's personal belongings, he does it sparingly and thoroughly, seeking out opportunities where he has time to painstakingly document everything he finds so he has that information to dissect and re examine over and over and can avoid the temptation to like. Repeatedly break into someone's house and potentially go to jail. Generally when he gets to the point of frequently observing people in their own homes it's towards the tail end of his infatuation with them, both because this behaviour is the riskiest and he knows he needs to curtail it, and also because by that point he's usually developed as thorough a sense of them as a person as he's going to get without actually talking to them and his interest is starting to decline.

And then there is Dean, who he develops an obsession with that is more intense and long lasting than anything he's experienced before. He's observing Dean at home within weeks rather than months, he's unable to keep himself from breaking into his apartment repeatedly, and spends enough time following him that it starts to disrupt the rest of his life. Even when he finds a certain amount of equilibrium and restraint, the urges don't fade as usual, and eventually it's been six months, then a year and he's still finding new things to be fascinated by, and being filled with wonder over the same tidbits of information that would have usually become banal well before that point.

Initially this frightens him and he tries to draw back/and shift focus, but as time passes he gets comfortable with it and even kind of delights in the idea of like. Settling down. Getting to just silently match his life to Dean's and follow him wherever life takes him without becoming bored or ever again dealing with the listless, suffocating empty feeling between when someone catches an interest and he can occupy his days with Dean.

So obviously when Dean ends up in danger, no matter how much he wrestles with himself, there's no real question what he's going to do. Intervention is just a forgone conclusion.

I have probably like 3 to 5 aus in my head that are just about Cas being a stalker in various circumstances

[animeomegas]

MY FELLOW ANON ARE VIOLATING MY EMOTIONS TODAY 😂 god I’m acc crying. Your writing is amazing. I’m gonna combat the sadness with a wholesome thing of them finding a pup in a bin (or something) a few months after the loss of the first pup (Neji is currently shut down entirely) is like “lol gimme”. Proceeds to take the pup home, put it in his nest scent the lil bean (gender is your choice) and just be like “yeah this mine now”. Any nay sayers are ignored bc it’s still his baby (maybe almost like his pup reincarnated 👀👀) regardless of how baby was obtained. Idk I just think my guy needs some positivity after life kicking the ever loving shit out of him

This is beautiful and you’re right, Neji deserves the world, but I’ll settle with a quiet life and some happiness for my boy!

Okay, so things haven’t been…good with Neji since you had to let your pup die to save him.

It has been two months and still he lays in his nest every day, sometimes crying, sometimes whining, but mostly just staring at nothing. He had incorporated a bunch of baby stuff (blankets, toys etc.) into his nest before he went to the hospital, in order to make his pup feel more at home in the nest when he was supposed to bring them back. You had tried to take them out to stop him having to be confronted with what happened in his safe space, but Neji almost attacked you for doing so, so you let him keep them.

But it’s very concerning when he spends hours at a time just stroking the pup's blankets and staring at nothing.

So, you decide to take Neji on a walk to get him out of the house. It would be his first time leaving the house since the funeral.

You go at night time, because Neji is still refusing any contact with anyone he knows and this way he’s less likely to be confronted when he isn’t ready for it. To make extra sure that you can be alone, you decide to walk around the edge of the woods around one of the quieter training grounds.

Neji doesn’t speak much, but he doesn’t whine or cry either, and the night air brings a little colour to his cheeks, and you’re so happy at the small improvements. It doesn’t matter how long it ends up taking him to feel better, you’ll be here with him the whole way.

…

“I was thinking about cooking something special next week,” you make idle conversation, not expecting Neji to reply. “It’s our anniversary after all, do you have any preference?”

Neji stops walking suddenly. His shoulders are tense.

“Neji?”

He hushes you harshly.

“I can hear…”

Without another word of warning, Neji makes his way a little further into the trees. You follow him, confused and worried.

“Byakugan!” he calls, scanning the area. He gasps as he scans over a nearby bush and immediately he drops to his knees beside it.

“Neji?” you ask, now more than a little concerned. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

You watch as Neji pulls something out of the bush. He turns around with a bundle in his arms.

“It’s a pup,” Neji says, obviously shocked. You can’t blame him, you’re feeling more than a little shocked yourself. What on earth was a pup doing out here? “They’re freezing. Give me your jacket.”

Without hesitance, you quickly slip your jacket of and hand it to Neji who promptly bundles up the pup in it and brings them to his chest. The pup is making small whimpering noises that had been almost impossible to hear over the wind. Neji must have hear them, thank goodness.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” Neji coos to the pup. “You’re safe now, I'll take you home and make it better, I promise.”

“We need to get them to the hospital asap," you say, shaking your head. "They must be freezing and they look underweight as well. We’re not mednin, Neji.”

“Our home is closer.”

“Neji…”

“We need to make sure they’re warm,” he argues. “We can bring them home and alert a medic to make a home visit.”

You look at the earnest look on his face and know that he won’t back down, and now isn’t a time for arguments anyway.

“Okay,” you swallow nervously. “We’ll bring them home.”

…

You bring the pup back to your home and before you can protest, Neji brings them into his nest with a mumbled ‘they’ll be warm in there’.

Neji bundles himself and the pup up in the corner of the nest, turning on a little heater beside him, and tucking the pup into his shirt to share body warmth.

“We’ll get you nice and warm, it’s okay, you’re safe, I won’t let anyone harm you,” he whispers while stroking their cheek with a finger. The pup wriggles around, already looking more energetic, and starts mouthing at Neji’s chest.

“Are you hungry?” Neji laughs softly before turning to you. “Go and heat up a bottle for the pup, all the supplies are in the… the nursery.”

You nod dumbly and do as you’re asked, astounded at how much life is in Neji’s eyes. It’s the most life you’ve seen from him in months. But you can’t help but worry. What if Neji gets attached and you can’t keep the pup? Of course, you want nothing more than to keep the baby, it almost seems too good to be true that she literally fell into both your lives at this trying time, but what if it is too good to be true? What if they’re sick? Or their parents are looking for them? Or… something else. Neji doesn’t deserve another heartbreak, and you don’t want to destroy the small amount of progress he’s made in the last month.

But for now, all you can do is heat up the bottle.

…

“Here, it’s a good temperature, I already checked,” you pass Neji the bottle. He checks it again anyway and you can’t help but smile at how overprotective and parental he's being. It's so bittersweet to see him like this.

“Here you go sweetheart, just for you,” Neji smiles, cradling the pup as they latch onto the bottle with fervour. “Shh, shh, shh, slow down, it’s not going anywhere.”

Neji feeds the pup and then burps them, and you pretend you can’t see him smiling when he notices that they are starting to smell like him. You need to know you can keep her before you let him get even more attached.

“I’m going to send a clone for a medic, now.”

The room became tense all at once.

“They’re fine, I’m looking after them,” Neji protests.

“I know, and you’re doing a good job, but we still need a medic, Neji.”

Neji holds the pup more tightly to his chest, tucking an extra blanket around them. He's using the special blanket you had got commissioned for your pup. You can feel your heart break at the sight. He's already attached. Now you just have to hope you can keep them. For his sake.

“I don’t want them to take the pup away like last time,” Neji admits softly. "I can look after them, I won't let anything happen like last time, I promise. They'll be safe, we don't need a medic."

“We need to know their primary and secondary gender, omega, and we need to make sure they aren’t sick after being left in the woods…”

Neji hesitates but nods his consent in the end after you explain that your pup could become ill if left untreated. You don’t tell him that you are also sending a clone to the Hokage. Naruto will be able to grant you and Neji the right to keep the pup, and you hope that as Neji’s friend, he’ll be able to see how much he needs this.

…

You have to move Neji and the pup downstairs to wait for the medic, because Neji would not appreciate someone unknown seeing his nest he made for his pup. He’s not expecting Naruto to show up as well so you go to the door to intercept and prep them both.

“Thank you so much for coming, Naruto, I can’t tell you how much this means to me and Neji,” you say, hugging him as he walks through the door.

“I’m going to do everything I can,” he promises. “If the medic finds signs of long-term neglect, I can take the parental rights away from the biological parents straight away, even if I don't know who they are, and transfer you the rights.”

Your face visibly brightens, but Naruto continues.

“But if the only injuries are from laying in the forest for a few hours, I’ll have to try and find the parents first, because the child may have been taken from them by force, when the pup was otherwise a healthy baby being looked after sufficiently. In that circumstance, I’ll have to take the child back with me and put them in foster care until a three-month window has passed. And if the parents are found…”

“I know,” you sigh. “Let’s just get this done as soon as possible.”

The three of you walk into the living to see Neji cradling the pup tightly against his chest.

“Hey Neji,” Naruto greets softly with a sad smile. “I haven’t seen you around for a while.”

Neji tenses upon seeing Naruto.

“Naruto? Why are you here?” Neji clearly misinterprets the situation, holding the pup even more tightly and turning accusatory eyes against you. “Why did you bring him here?”

“I’m here to determine whether the pup was abandoned or kidnapped to the best of my abilities, once we have that done, we can decide how things are going to happen, okay?”

“How do you decide that?” Neji asks with distrustful eyes.

“The medic will give them a check-up, completely routine, I promise,” Naruto speaks with a soft voice like he’s talking to a cornered animal. Well, you look at Neji for a moment who is coiled as tightly as spring, he’s not far off.

It takes about five minutes for you to convince Neji to let go of the pup and hand them to the mednin, and then the next fifteen minutes involve you holding him in your arms to stop him wrestling the pup back from the mednin.

And then, rather ominously, the mednin pulls Naruto aside to talk.

Neji is shaking in your arms.

“It’s okay, calm down, Neji,” you try to comfort him.

“I can’t-“ Neji chokes, hands fisting in your shirt. “He has our pup, you let them take our pup.”

You don’t bother to correct him on his use of ‘our’, knowing it would only upset him more.

“I know baby, but they need to see that they’re healthy, nothing’s wrong, just breathe.”

Neji doesn’t take your advice.

"Last time they took them-"

"This isn't like last time, omega. Come one, try and settle down a little, that's it."

...

Naruto eventually walks back in, holding the pup securely, the mednin nowhere to be seen.

“So,” Naruto says seriously. And then his face breaks out into a wide grin. “Am I right in thinking you want to adopt?”

You can almost feel your relief in the air. Thanking every power that be for this stroke of luck. Losing this pup could have easily meant losing your mate, and the gravity of the situation all comes crashing down at once. Neji looks as though he is feeling much the same.

“Give me them,” he orders, arms out.

“Her,” Naruto corrects. “The mednin said she’s a female alpha.”

Tears start welling up in Neji’s eyes as he takes her. Their bio pup was a female alpha, too.

“Thank you,” he whispers to no one, holding his new pup as tightly as he dared. “I’ve got you now, you’re safe and sound with me, I won’t let anything hurt you ever again.”

Naruto slips out of the house without a fuss, dropping the mednin’s recommendations for feeding the underweight pup on the coffee table.

...

You and Neji take your new pup upstairs and bundle her back into the nest. Neji lays down with her, stroking her cheek as he watches her sleep.

“You need to get some rest too, omega,” you suggest, running a hand down Neji’s back.

“Guard?” he asks in response.

“Yes," you smile at his protective instincts. "I’ll guard the nest while you sleep, I promise.”

“Okay, alpha…” Neji settles down, still with one hand resting on the pup. “But if I don’t wake up when she cries, wake me… I want to be the one to feed her.”

You laugh gently, “Of course, now get some sleep. I’ll guard you both.”

[cartoonemotion]

after a million years plus an addition million years post the show ending i am finally just now scribbling out my takes and stuff on fethry's immediate family a la how they would fit into dt17 canon

the breakdown in my mind is that all 3 of eider and lulubelle's children are Strange and Ambiguously Disordered (fethry taking the most after his mother) and also to some degree have inherited eider's legendary strength (abner being basically on par with his father and fethry as the baby and the runt of the three being much more close to just having normal person strength, though still a bit surprising for how noodly he is)

more specific points abt the family under the cut bc i dont want the post to be too long @_@

abner

definitely autistic (as 3 and also lulu are) but its like in that. i dont have healthy coping mechanisms to deal with how alienated from ppl i feel so im just gonna fish and carve wood and if anyone enters my space i will burn it down with both of us still inside it. way

that being said abner’s still plenty capable of being a compassionate guy deep down. he cares a lot about his family and takes whatever responsibility u entrust him with extremely seriously

comes off as emotionally stunted bc he doesnt really show affection in the “normal” way, including and especially physical affection and also. saying shit  out loud. he has his own love language its called * noncommittal groan of acceptance as you enter his house *

in my brain i know he should have a job but all i can think about is him fucking off in the woods so he doesnt have to talk with people. maybe one of those people who sit in towers all day to make sure forests dont burn down. i dunno

mary

loves acting and wants to be a professional stage/screen actor so bad but is unfortunately terrible at acting. probably been in like a few commercials or something

very very dramatic, im talking full comedy sketch of a julliard actor levels of melodrama and stage fainting, whether onstage or not. this makes it hard to tell if her reactions to things are genuine or not unless u are her brothers or parents who have been dealing with this forever

since the acting career is not really taking off Yet she has maybe ripped off 1 or 2 or 20 or so people maybe more just to keep the lights on. ironically when shes conning people she can actually act convincingly (my leverage fans out there. you know)

some of you will probably ask about dugan and while i do absolutely love dugan personally in my mind marys not ready nor interested in motherhood. so. maybe some day i will reveal my own dt17 dugan origin concept idk

eider

something of a local folk hero due to both his truly legendary strength and his equally strong inclination to lend his neighbors a hand, or really anyone else who may need a little help for that matter

as exceptionally goofy and loving as you could want any dad to be, though he can also be a bit stern when he needs to be, and a little prideful

in my mind i think it would be very cool if he had moved his family into granny elvira’s farm to give her a hand bc while shes a tough old woman everyone still needs a hand from time to time but i dont know if this contradicts any serious duck lore so forgive me

lulubelle

full loon baby ! none of this “looks like every other member of clan mcduck” shit !!! yes this includes the blood red eyes #epicloonwin

many make the mistake to count her as an absent minded spooky insane woman but this could not be further from the truth. she is very sharp-witted, observant, and is only spooky simply because its pretty near impossible to creep or gross her out, and even harder to full-on scare. and also because she makes long uninterrupted eye contact all the time

fethry definitely inherited a lot from her, but one of the main things they share is the tendency to cycle through all kinds of seemingly unrelated hobbies and interests; but much like fethry’s chief passion seems to be marine biology, lulu greatly enjoys botany and all it’s practical applications, as well as music

[fruitcoops]

could you PLEASE write the fic where coops break the bed bc I would love to read how that went down

I'd love to! This is a reference to part three of this fic, and the prompt was combined with asks for another jealous Sirius and seeing Remus in his game day suit for the first time. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for smut (including blowjobs)

The lock slid home and Sirius’ knees hit the floor.

“Wh—okay,” Remus laughed as Sirius fumbled his belt open and yanked the zipper of his dress pants—fucking dress pants, is he trying to kill me?—as far as it could go without ripping straight down the middle. Slender fingers combed through his hair; some of the shock must have worn off, because he could feel a growing bulge under his cheek as he nuzzled the dip of Remus’ hipbone.

“Nobody looks at you like I do,” he said, licking a broad stripe up the front of Remus’ boxers. They were the nice kind, soft and tight—he wanted to tear them off.

Remus, for his part, looked both baffled and quite happy. “No, they do not,” he agreed, giving the back of Sirius’ hair a light tug. “And nobody looks as good as you down there.”

“You’re goddamn right they don’t.” Without further ado, Sirius pulled his dick out of his boxers and did his best to inhale it.

“Jesus fucking—” Remus’ hand slammed into the wall with a sharp gasp. His knee buckled, but Sirius gripped his thigh and pushed it against the wall. “Holy shit, baby, give me some warning.”

Sirius leaned back and let the tip slide out through his lips for just a moment, reveling in the slackjawed awe on Remus’ face. “No.”

“What did I do to deserve this?” Remus’ voice cracked as he thudded his head back against the wall and began lightly rolling his hips per Sirius’ request, huffing each time Sirius tightened his hold on his ass.

“Game suit,” Sirius managed as he slid off to bite the hollow between Remus’ hip and thigh, drawing a whimper from him. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, shouting mine, mine, mine with each pulse. “Game suit and those fucking fans.”

Remus’ chest heaved as he took him all the way to the base again, holding Sirius by the hair the way that always sent lightning down his spine. He spread his knees slightly on the floor and palmed himself through his pants without breaking pace. “Are you—ah—are you upset or happy? ‘cause this is great and I’m not complaining but—oh holy fuck.”

Warm, slightly sweaty palms shoved him away by the forehead. Sirius made a noise of protest that turned into a grumble when his mouth was finally empty, and he batted Remus’ hands away. “What?”

“Two seconds.” Remus’ pupils were dilated so far they almost hid the pretty amber that turned dark with lust. “You look so good down there, baby, but I’m gonna come and I’m really confused why.”

“I want to make you come,” Sirius explained, moving back towards him only to be guided away again. Obviously. “Remus!”

“What is the occasion?” he asked, a little desperate. “What did I do?”

Sirius sat back on his heels with an irritated exhale and held up three fingers. “You, in general. Game suit. Fans. May I please finish what I was doing.”

If possible, Remus looked even more lost. “The fans? What about the fans? Why do they entail an amazing blowjob?”

“Because.” Sirius pulled his pants down enough to suck a mark on the thickest muscle of Remus’ thigh. He was salty and sweet and perfect. “Because they were looking at you like they wanted to eat you, and that’s my job.”

“I—” Remus opened and closed his mouth twice, then leaned back against the wall with an aborted muss of his hair. “Yeah, okay. I kind of want to get you off too, though, ‘cause you look like sin on legs in that blazer and I would hate to waste it.”

Sirius Black, why did you commit yourself to someone so selfless. He took his mouth off the underside of Remus’ dick and hauled himself to his feet, wincing at the protests of his plane-tired muscles. “Then we’d better get upstairs.”

“Upstairs? But—” Remus’ eyes widened and a slow smile spread over his face and he pulled his pants back up. “Yeah, yeah, okay, yes, right now.”

“Right now,” Sirius confirmed, taking him by the wrist to hustle them both up to their bedroom. He gave Remus’ ass a solid smack before scooting around him to flop backward on the bed, tangling their legs together until he could wrap himself around Remus and kiss him like he deserved. Hard and sloppy and so dizzying Sirius had to catch his breath when they broke apart. “Now.”

“Huh?” Remus coughed, still ruffled and red-lipped.

Sirius took his face between his hands and felt Remus go weak on top of him. “Fuck me. Right now. I’m yours, and you’re mine, and you don’t do this with any of those people undressing you with their eyes today.”

I’m the one that’s going to be walking funny tomorrow, Sirius reminded himself as he expertly unbuttoned Remus’ shirt and shoved both that and the navy jacket off his golden shoulders. Not the moon-eyed women twirling their hair, not the chiseled men with their fucking smirks, not the people in the comments marveling at that pretty face. Me. Mine.

Remus made a funny sort of whimpering noise as he pushed Sirius’ shirt open and attached himself to his neck, biting and licking in equal measure as Sirius divested them both of their pants. He leaned back to catch his breath, but Sirius reeled him back in by the blue tie still around his neck and tangled his fingers in Remus’ tawny curls, crushing them together while he pushed his hips up for any friction and basked in Remus’ moans. Mine. Yours.

“Lube,” Remus said against his mouth, breathless. The temperature of the room had to be a hundred degrees, Sirius was sure of it; they were both sweating already, but he couldn’t let go of Remus for more than a second at a time. He needed the contact. Needed the feeling of drowning in his touch.

“Mine,” he said, nipping Remus’ bottom lip before letting him go enough that he could reach the nightstand.

“Yours,” Remus promised. He kept one hand splayed over the side of Sirius’ neck as they kissed; the other popped the cap off the lube and hoisted Sirius’ leg further to the side. “Ready?”

“Go.”

He threw his head back when two—two!—slick fingers pressed against him, opening him at the wonderful intersection between a snail’s pace and an uncomfortable sting. Remus moved his free hand down to hold Sirius’ hip; his weight pressed him into the mattress, and Sirius was sure that he would burn up at any moment.

“Yes,” he hissed through clenched teeth when Remus’ fingers found his prostate. His ears began to buzz as Remus rubbed the pads of his fingers over it in relentless circles, not pushing, just giving him enough friction to go mad with it.

Teeth skimmed his collarbone and Sirius shivered when wet lips trailed over his nipple. “Get on your stomach.”

“Wanna see you.”

“Sirius.” Remus’ hand wasn’t damp when he curled it around Sirius’ jaw and guided him to meet his eyes. “On your damn stomach.”

Sirius was not proud of the half-breath sound that escaped him, but he wasn’t ashamed either. He got on his damn stomach, and he did it with a smile. “What now?”

“Hold the headboard.”

He obliged and felt Remus run a hand down the curve of his spine before sliding two fingers back into him. Sirius arched, grinning at the waves of pleasure rolling through his stomach. “We don’t have games for two days,” he said, flipping his hair back to look at Remus over his shoulder.

Amber eyes roved up and down his body with an appreciative gleam before Remus pressed a kiss to the small of his back. “I know. Hold on, baby.”

A shiver ran through Sirius’ limbs; he flexed his fingers on the wood of the headboard and sighed when something much more blunt than a few fingers pushed inside him in a slow, continuous motion. “Tabarnak,” he muttered, mouth agape as Remus found his seat and pushed down even harder on his lower back. His spine was going to ache in the morning, and he didn’t care a bit.

“Why were you upset about the fans?” he asked with a slow roll of his hips that left Sirius shuddering. “You know I don’t pay attention to that.”

“Comment section,” he panted, gritting his teeth against a loud moan. “And I could hear them when you walked by.”

“What were they saying?”

“Everything.” Sirius’ thighs trembled on the hard thrust that followed. “Everything, everything—how good you looked. That suit, Remus, I can’t handle it.”

A beat of silence passed, save for the creaking of the bed beneath them. “Say it again.”

“You looked—”

“Not that,” Remus interrupted, sliding his hands along Sirius’ sides and back down his thighs. “You want me to be yours? Then say my name.”

“Remus,” he breathed.

“What was that?”

“Remus,” he repeated, a little louder. It came out as a whine and Remus bent down to bite the junction of his shoulder as he gripped the headboard with white knuckles.

“Again.”

The word was punctuated by a yank on Sirius’ hips paired with a thrust that sparked fireworks in his eyes. “Remus!” he almost shouted, half in shock.

“Atta boy.” Strong arms wound around his abdomen, pulling him impossibly closer to Remus’ front as he rocked in and out and stole Sirius’ breath from his lungs. Feather-soft lips traced from one shoulder to the middle of his back, leaving open-mouthed kisses in their wake that were cold against the flames in Sirius’ gut. His arms were already shaking.

“Remus,” he begged, though he didn’t even know what to ask for. He was so hard it almost hurt—spreading his exhausted knees to try and sink down onto the mattress did absolutely nothing to help him. “Remus.”

“No,” Remus ordered when he tried to take one hand off the headboard and stroke himself to relieve the pressure. Sirius let out something akin to a sob despite the distilled joy and pleasure running riot through him. “Headboard. Now.”

“I am.”

Remus’ breath was hot against his ear. “Don’t get bratty with me.”

Sirius had never come untouched before, but he wondered if it felt like this. Unfortunately, he was still painfully close to the edge and Remus insisted on dragging over his sweet spot every—fucking—time, so he was stuck in a horribly fantastic limbo that bent every cell to Remus’ will.

It was exactly what he had been after from the second the front door locked behind them.

“Come on, baby.” Remus made a low sound in his throat as Sirius clamped down around him at the nickname and upped his pace by a degree. “Come on, you can do it.”

“Quoi—what d’you want?” Sirius asked, dropping his chin to his chest with a moan.

Fingers wound into his hair and pulled his head up again, gentle but unyielding. There was never any pain when Remus was in charge, only the feeling of being entirely encompassed. It didn’t matter what position they were in—Sirius could be on the bottom, top, sideways, anywhere, and still feel cared for in every aspect.

“Fucking love you,” he mumbled, voice breaking as Remus’ hand slid through his hair to trail along his neck and wind around his chest.

He could feel the smile pressing into his shoulder blade as Remus left a mark there between world-shattering rolls of his hips. “Love you, too. You know you can come whenever, right?”

“Touch me.”

“Tell me three things and I will,” Remus all but purred into the arch of his neck. Sirius nodded frantically. “What color was I wearing today?”

“Blue,” he managed through clumsy lips. “Dark blue, ‘s perfect on you, oh.”

“Two: how many times have I worn that suit?”

Sirius stifled a moan in the crook of his elbow. “Once.”

“Last question.” Remus licked the salt from the crest of his shoulder and Sirius’ vision went for a moment; he gripped the headboard like it was his only anchor on earth. “Who is the only person in the world I will ever love like this?”

“Oh, fuck, me.”

A palm, broad and callused, wrapped around his shaft and gathered the precome that had been dripping onto the sheets for a glide so smooth Sirius thought he was dreaming. Then the world caught up to him at light speed and he was gone, tumbling over the edge with a shout and throwing his weight forward while Remus guided him through every ripple down his back as he reached his own peak.

Crack—crunch.

Sirius yelped as his knuckles hit the wall, pulling back on instinct despite the fact that he had nowhere to go but down. Remus cursed into his shoulder and they hit the pillows in a mess of limbs and sweat; Sirius pulled his hands to his chest as the smarting pain began to fade. “Ow,” he said, bewildered and pitiful.

“Oh, oh, oh.” Remus pulled out with a slight wince and carefully took his hands, pressing kisses over the reddened skin before horror overtook his face. “Did I—was that sound your hands?”

“No,” Sirius said quickly, kissing his flushed cheek. “It wasn’t me. I think…”

Remus blinked at him. “Did we…”

“That was the headboard.” A smile tugged the edges of his mouth until Sirius gave in and began to laugh, shifting back onto his stomach for a proper look. Sure enough, the wooden board at the top of their bed was both sideways and several inches further down the wall than it had been when they started their venture.

“Oh my god,” Remus spluttered, still laughing as he tried to pull it back into the right spot. “Jesus, this thing is heavy.”

“We broke the bed,” Sirius snickered. It was so beyond unbelievable that he couldn’t help it. “After all this time, it finally gave in. Mon dieu. I can’t…I don’t even know where to start.”

“We broke the headboard,” Remus corrected with a grin. “Well, you broke it.”

“If you try to pin this all on me—”

“I had you pinned pretty well a minute—”

“Remus John Lupin—”

They dissolved into laughter, bordering on hysteria as they fell back onto the sheets. The headboard groaned at the impact, setting off a whole new round with no hope of letting them catch their breath.

“So,” Remus managed once his lungs were functioning again. He quirked an eyebrow at Sirius with a troublemaker’s smirk. “The suit?”

“The suit,” Sirius huffed, shaking his head. “I thought I was going to die.”

“Now you know how I feel all the friggin’ time.”

He sighed through his nose and stared upside-down at the cracked wood. “We’ll need to replace that.”

“Mhmm. And never tell the guys about it, ever.”

Sirius ran a hand down his face. “They’d bring it up at our funerals.”

“Is there a way to get just the headboard? Do we need to buy a whole new frame?”

His jaw crackled as he yawned, wrapping both arms around Remus to drag him over for a snuggle. “Those questions can wait until tomorrow. Or at least after a nap.”

“How about a shower and a nap?”

“Definitely a shower,” Sirius agreed, burying his face in the bend of Remus’ neck. “After a nap.”

“Come on, cuddlebug,” Remus groaned, giving him a halfhearted pull. “You hate the feeling of cum on your legs.”

“I just broke a plank of wood with my bare hands,” Sirius mumbled into his soft skin. “I can handle a few extra minutes of cuddles.”

[tamquamalteradam]

thoughts about adam and declan and their relationships to ronan

*SPOILERS FOR THE DREAMER TRILOGY*

deklo and adam are undeniably similar. both have been forced to grow up quickly and be extremely good at assessing others' motives to preserve their own safety

both are calculating and goal oriented and will do whatever it takes to achieve that One Far Off Thing that they think will protect them. for adam, it was aglionby and higher education. for declan, it was his facade of boringness, his internships, etc.

now, ronan is basically the polar opposite of adam and declan—he lives in the present while they are always planning for the future, this was explicitly stated in mi

restraint of any kind is not ronan's thing. remember his "happiest dream" in mi? in a car, on the road, nothing to stop him

he hated aglionby because it trapped him somewhere he didn't want to be, it put limits on time he would rather spend doing other things. it restricted him, and he hated it

in The Raven Cycle, who was another big restrictive force in ronan’s life? declan. always telling him what to do, what not to do, etc. even if it was in ronan’s best interest, all ronan could see was ~this man is trying to stop me from living my best life~

another one of ronan's main traits is that he's very immediate and present. what's in front of him, what he's feeling in the moment- that's the most important thing

so when declan was reduced to this remote, non-immediate force that called in once and again to put restrictions on him, ofc he was annoyed

(because from the whole ORBMASTER scene, we can tell that ronan and declan do care for each other a great deal. ronan's problem isn't as much with declan as it is with someone telling him what to do)

(further proof that ronan's problem isn't with declan- he falls for a guy who's literally declan incarnate, personality-wise)

ok so, in The Dreamer Trilogy, adam starts to assume the role of declan. he never had to before bc they were all part of the same adventure but as soon as cdth starts, ronan's like *i wanna chase bryde* and adam takes declan’s place as the person who’s like *don't do that be careful*

more supporting evidence: ronan literally changes adam's contact to MANAGEMENT

back to the immediacy thing, ronan and adam see each other like. once every few months? and barely call? so there's none of that implicit understanding of good feeling/good intent you get when you're physically with someone

so with all this separation, it was extremely easy for ronan to jump to the conclusion of *he's not on my side. he wants to stifle me* (which is what he thought about declan all throughout trc)

and so this all leads up to: "Declan and Adam didn't want to leave their own lives to come fight his battle with him. They actively wanted to stop the battle altogether. They wanted the world to change just enough to keep Ronan alive. Alive, but not living. That was good enough for them." (Mister Impossible, p. 310)

SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING ON THE GROUND

this sounded better in my head, i swear it makes sense if you think about it. last night i was like, this is declan and adam. how it it get this bad?!

and it got this bad precisely because it's declan and adam. they've been playing the long game their whole lives, denying themselves immediate satisfaction for future gain

whereas ronan goes after immediate satisfaction at the consequence of future gain

so the conflict in personality types, fueled by lack of communication, resulted in the dynamics of them versus ronan, them restricting ronan, them against ronan's freedom, against his dreaming

how will this be resolved in TDT 3. i do not know. i am scared.

[pinkchanelbag]

#500.1 reiner + filth bc why not + 21.

Good luck nia ❤️

you got . . . . . 

“whatever you want, i’ll do it.”

nsfw 18+

it’s almost strange how his hold on you can be so gentle yet so unyielding. you can feel it in the way his arms are nearly limp but his fingers squeeze the soft at your upper back, as if wanting for more that he won’t let himself take. 

“reiner,” you moan into his lips. your own arms loop tighter around his neck to bring him closer. the muscles in his back are slowly becoming undone. it’s always like this after a mission. all the work he’s put into getting better fights against the effects of mission after mission. but each kiss shrinks the wall of emotionless he’s built around himself. 

“i don’t wanna be away from you anymore,” he mumbles in a gravelly tone into your neck. finally, his hunger for you. you can feel it. he grips your torso with the strength of both arms and pushes you into his groin where you can feel his stiff-straight cock longing for release. 

“i’m here,” you pant. your breath hitches at his relentless grinding into you. “i’m yours. yours.” 

“mine,” he says, and it’s nearly a growl as he gets up from his chair with you in his arms, not needing so much as assistance from your limp body to carry you against him. he brings you to the bed and sets you down gently, and before he comes to hover atop you, his pants and boxers are gone. his head blushes and leaks as it drags along your thigh. there’s always a rush of something close to fear every time you see his cock, at knowing that you’ll be stretching and nearly splitting in order to accommodate his ridiculous size. and the way his impossibly thick arms come to brace his huge shoulders as he makes eye contact. but as soon as you see those eyes, you can’t possibly feel overwhelmed by any of his strength more than you can by the love that’s there. he kisses your cheek, your jaw, the bridge of your nose. 

“i don’t wanna be away from you again,” he murmurs, and there’s so much earnest. they’re not just words, they’re his deepest drive. and you see the way it’s eating away at him, even as he slowly pushes his tip through your soaking cunt. the stretch is so much, but knowing that it brings him relief is what makes it feel euphoric. your fingers flit up and down his arms and back and shoulder blades and leave goosebumps in their wake. 

“i know,” you breathe. “i know. whatever you want, i’ll do it.” 

the statement seems to hit a nerve as he pushes further into you, faster than he normally would for your sake. you cry out in surprise and hold onto the hard muscle of his shoulders. his thrusts are slow but purposeful, pushing against your cervix each time he bottoms out. 

“have my child.”

you gasp at his words, but the way you clench around him has already decided your response. you wrap your arms around him in an embrace, and he does the same, letting his upper body nearly collapse into you as he hugs you, lower half still pistoning in and out. 

“i will,” you whisper into his ear. “i will.” he turns his face into your neck and he’s grunting with effort and raw emotion as he gets closer and closer, and it’s times like these when he’s so wrapped up in you that he doesn’t have the mind to hold back so that your own orgasm can catch up, but you don’t care. you only want his pleasure, his seed, his love, and he’s spent all this time trusting you and learning to be vulnerable enough to give those things to you without fear. 

“gonna fill you up.” his voice is wobbly, a telltale sign of his approaching peak. you can only breathe out high-pitched affirmations as his thrusts become deeper, slower, sloppier, and finally, he’s grunting with a broken voice into your ear with one final bottoming into your warmth as he releases inside of you. you can feel the pressure and the wet of his cum in you, and there’s so much that it seeps out from around his cock as it’s squeezed by your lips. 

his forehead collapses against your collarbone. even his breaths are filled with emotions that you don’t push for him to detangle. not right now. you feel his hands come to your stomach and squeeze at the soft there. your hearts flutter in unison as the same thought, and you feel relief at knowing that you can bring reiner any semblance of peace. 

note: hehehe i like dis one reiner breeding kink you know i had 2 do it