#but i'm frustrated as all get out right now

[jaesblogstuff]

Not again

That one awful time you got a UTI because you didn’t pee after and it ruined both you and Simon for days...and the future.

Your body doesn’t belong to you anymore.

It’s distant. Slow. Boneless and heavy and floating at the same time—like you’re made of liquid, spilled across the bed, soaking into the mattress where Simon left you.

Everything’s sensitive. Your thighs are trembling. The inside of you feels warm in a way that shouldn’t be possible—so full, so sore, still twitching from the way he held you down and ruined you like it was the only thing keeping him alive. it’s all Simon.

You might’ve fallen asleep. You’re not sure.

Then you hear him shift.

You don’t move.

“Five more minutes,” you mumble into the pillow.

He exhales slowly through his nose, amusement crackling under the surface of his voice.

“It’s been thirty.”

You groan, long and dramatic, and turn your head just enough to glare at him over your shoulder. “You said you’d wait.”

“I did. And I have.” He leans in, mouth brushing behind your ear. “But you’ve got to get up now.”

“No, I don’t,” you mumble, lips barely moving.

“Yes,” he says, not unkindly. “You do.”

“Fuck off.”

“You need to pee.”

You sigh with a full-body shudder. The last thing you want is to move. Your thighs still twitch with every shift, every reminder of how hard he’d been in you—deep and rough and mean, the kind of mean only Simon can be when he knows you like it.

And now?

Now your brain’s caught somewhere between satisfaction and irritability.

You squirm an inch and hiss at the soreness. “I can’t.”

“You can.”

“I literally can’t feel my legs.”

He hums again. Not arguing. Not pushing. Just present.

And then you snap, just a little. Not angry, just done.

“God, why are you like this?” you bite. “You get off, and suddenly I’m a project.”

There’s a beat of silence.

Then, with that same frustrating calm “I get off because I wreck you, sweetheart. But I also remember what happens when you don’t move after.”

You're quiet.

“Yeah.”

You groan again. “Don’t bring it up.”

“I am bringing it up.”

He shifts beside you, moving the hair away from your damp cheek.

“You remember what happened last time.”

You do.

Unfortunately.

That time when you’d passed out immediately after sex—sore, blissed out, perfectly used—and slept the whole night through. Didn’t pee. Didn’t think to. And the next morning?

UTI. Full force.

Your insides were on fire. You couldn’t sit down without wincing. Couldn’t even have him look at you, let alone touch you.

You were grumpy. Snappy. Miserable.

He was worse.

Because not only were you suffering, but he couldn’t fix it. Couldn’t fuck you. Could barely cuddle you without getting a sharp “Don’t touch me, Simon.”

He was all but climbing the walls by day two. You'd heard him mutter “This is hell” when you snapped at him for putting the wrong tea in your mug.

And even then, he never said I told you so.

He just brought you cranberry juice and heated pads and ran you a bath and kissed your temple like he didn’t feel half-insane.

Now?

Now he’s not risking it.

“You were a nightmare,” he mutters, rubbing your lower back. “And I didn’t get to fuck you for a week.”

You roll onto your side to glare at him. “It was your fault too.”

“Exactly why I’m carrying you.”

You pout harder. “I’m not talking to you.”

“You’re literally talking to me right now.”

“Simon—”

He sits up and leans over, scooping you effortlessly into his arms. “I'm not doing this again.”

You huff, but you don’t fight. Your limbs flop against his chest like dead weight. You nuzzle into his collarbone, still grumbling.

“You’re annoying.”

“Mm.”

“Bossy.”

“Uh huh.”

“And I still can’t feel my legs.”

He chuckles and carries you across the room, his big palms smoothing over your bare skin as he holds you close.

Once in the bathroom, he sets you on the toilet like something precious.

And instead of stepping back or giving you space, he stays.

Right in front of you.

He’s standing tall, bare chest in your face, warm hands on your shoulders—guiding you gently forward until your cheek rests against his stomach.

“You’re ridiculous,” you mutter.

“And you’re soft,” he says. “All bark.”

You don’t respond.

Your body’s buzzing. Your thighs are still trembling. But when you finally relax enough to pee—

“Oh—oh my God—”

You jolt.

The pressure. The release.

Your muscles seize instantly, twitching with overstimulated nerves. It’s not just peeing. It’s like a second, slow-burning orgasm. Your body shakes with it, cunt fluttering around nothing, your legs twitching like Simon’s still inside you.

You gasp against him, trembling. It's not even about the release—it’s the aftershocks. The sudden emptiness as your muscles unclench. The way your cunt spasms around nothing as your body reacts to being let go.

Simon holds you tighter.

Your fingers grab fistfuls of his sweatpants.

His hands drop to your back.

“Easy, love. Just let it happen.”

Your knees buckle where they’re spread. You squeeze his sweatpants for balance, forehead still pressed to his stomach as you twitch through it—little pulses, flutters, everything still too much.

Your voice breaks. “Feels like—feels like I’m coming again.”

“I know.”

“Still—God, it’s still in my spine—”

You twitch again. His arms stay firm. He pets down your back, anchoring you, holding you upright as your body finishes unwinding in slow, shaking pulses.

And you do. You feel everything. His hands rubbing your back. The warmth of his chest under your cheek. The way he steadies your thighs when they jerk.

And when it’s over—when your breath evens out, and the spasm finally dies down, you just stay there. Arms weak. Legs numb. Whole body ruined.

Simon strokes your back.

“Good girl,” he murmurs. “You did perfect.”

“I’m mad at you,” you mumble, voice muffled in his skin.

“You always say that.”

“You didn’t have to go so hard.”

“You said, and I quote, ‘don’t stop.’”

You groan. “I was lying.”

“You were begging.”

You slap his thigh half-heartedly. “I hate you.” He grins and helps you stand, supporting you like your knees might give out again—which they might, honestly.

You lean on him as he cleans you up, wipes you with practiced tenderness, and carries you back to bed without another word.

Once there, he slides one of his shirts over your head, tucks you under the blanket, and stretches out beside you with one arm around your waist.

Your face is buried in his chest. His heartbeat is slow, steady, solid.

[madamechrissy]

Silent Serenades ♔ An arranged Marriage with Duke Gojo ♔

Rewrite/what if of the end of chapter six!

♔ Pairings: Duke Satoru Gojo x Duchess reader

What if the annoying butler never interrupted our Duke and our Duchess? What if Satoru and reader ended up continuing that heated moment after the carriage? What if I didn't lead you through over 150k words of angst aha? These are all scenarios that have gone through my head and I really feel the need to write this. I hope fans of the Duke will enjoyyy - the first part is from the story, then we're deviating right before the butler ruined it all! - 5k WC

♔ Warnings: emotional and angsty, mentions of past infidelity (Duke Gojo was a whore) throat fucking, jealousy, oral ( f and m recieving) spitting, choking, slapping, toxic ass relationship, angry sex, love confessions, hate confessions, it's a lottt, tummy bulges, cervix kisses, lowkey possessive, breed kink - Duke Gojo being toxic and hot, Duchess talking shit, so SELF indulgent because fuck I miss these two

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“Please just one time. Say my name.” He whispers, vulnerable and begging again, as he's worshiping your cunt, your body. Your body heaves as you struggle to breathe, to think. “Please, Princess…”

“Princess, stop it, stop saying it fuck!” You’re crying salty tears as you’re about to cum again for this horrible man, who is looking at you hungrily.

“You are one, fuck you are, and I'm nothing. Please. Scream my name for me while I feel you gush this sweetness.” He begs again, eyes so dilated they're hard to look at, you're dripping down the carriage seat. You shouldn't be doing this, you shouldn't… you're awful, he's horrible… 

“You’re-”

“I know. I know. Please.” He says again, dipping back down, looking up at you now, and it ends you, that hot, wet tip of his tongue flicking where you're sensitive and you can’t stop your back from arching, your hands from pulling him closer. “Say my name, please. Please.”

His whispers are tickling that clit, as he now sinks two fingers so deep, deeper than you’ve had something in you, pressing so deep it’s almost painful, but you want it, you want more. You want all of him, you even want that pretty cock against all your better judgment, thinking of it just makes you squish lewdly, makes him lick his lower lip hungrily.

“Once?” He nods, free hand pressing your thigh up, flounces of skirts dangling as he still his motions, as he watches you eagerly.

“Then make me cum, and I’ll say it.” He moans at that, lashes fluttering as he dives back down fully, using two fingers as he mouths your clit, and you’re dripping all the way down, so much you’re slippery, and you can’t take it, you are so on edge, as he’s building this intensity in your core, as you listen to his hoarse moans muffled by your cunt.

Satoru has you there again, this time even more intense, your building climax, as you buck up your hips, grinding on his face, before stopping yourself, only for him to pull back for just a moment. “No, Princess, keep doing it. Fuck my face. All those frustrations, please fucking do it, get them out on me.”

You sputter, but then moan and pull him against you, grinding on his beautiful face in the night, as his tongue laps and laps, and your cunt spasms around his fingers now, pulsating as it hits you, as it rocks in waves, and you scream it, fuck you scream it… “Satoru! Satoru!”

He groans, fucking you with his long fingers as you cum so hard, harder than you could imagine possible, fucking reeling and weak, head smacking the seat as you pull his face so tightly, as he’s suffocating against you, but his mouth never stops. His fingers keep pressing up, forcing you into another, blue eyes looking up as he watches you so intently, fall apart.

“Satoru!” You scream again, and finally he relents, leaving you weak and boneless, and he’s kissing you again, as you cling so hungry, as you realize that carriage stopped. “Satoru…” He cups your face, eyes swirling, as you swipe some of your wetness off him.

“I want you around my cock so goddamn bad. So bad. Fuck I’d do anything to feel her.” He whispers, and you can’t stop it, you just kiss him again, and before you know it, you’re out of the carriage in his arms, and he’s quickly walking you in as you cling to him, as your mouths don’t leave each other, not even to breathe, tongues in desperate strokes.

He presses you against the wall of the drawing room, yanking down your bodice now, and you gasp, eyes rolling back as he kisses and bites, as your cunt grinds where he’s so hard, as you want more impossibly more. And from him!? But you can’t remember a goddamn thing he did when he looks at you like that, when he cups your face, pressing you further.

“I need you, fuck I need you.” He says then, and you can’t respond, as your mind swirls. “Are you innocent still? I don’t even care, I won’t judge you, I just need to know if we take this to my bed or I fuck you here.”

As he’s whispering, you blink back tears, sucking in a breath. “We shouldn’t do this, Satoru.”

His eyes get heady, glazed over as he grinds again. “Fuck, my name on your lips?”

(DEVIATION STARTS HERE) “Satoru I… I am still a virgin," you whisper, his heart hammers in his chest, he had thought you and your lover had gone that far. He wouldn't care, he needs you, no matter what you've done, to even get to have tasted you or touched you when he didn't deserve it, makes his mind go wild.

"Then it's the bed," is his husky answer, lifting you into his arms in a way he fucking shouldn't, in a way that breaks your sanity, holding you bridal style as you shake your head, tears streaming down your cheeks.

"Don't hold me like this, don't!" You punch at him, while he carries you up winding steps, but he just holds you closer, breathless, kissing you while he carries you like you're nothing. "Don't!"

"I should have carried you that fucking night, I should have told you that I wanted you, that you were beautiful-"

"No! Just... fuck me, don't say it." You're shaking in his hold, when he kicks open his door, making you scowl. "You'll not fuck me in that bed."

"Should I fuck you on the floor, like a pretty little whore?" You smack him hard in the face, he just gets harder however, groaning like the psycho he is while his tongue meets yours, your hands entwining in his silky locks, palm stinging. "Insolent little fucking brat, how many hits do you think you'll get in?" He's setting your slippered feet on the floor now, turning you as he shuts his door, fingers rushing to unlace your corset.

"I'll get in as many as I wish, Duke." He chuckles, you shiver as his fingers brush across your bare back, he's never seen you fully naked, no Nanami did - but for some reason you can't help but ache, deep need hot and stirring in your tummy.

You want to feel guilty, but how can you?

You don't want to desire Gojo, but you can't stop yourself, how can you stop this feeling, this overwhelming need that makes you dizzy, the consuming feelings of him. You want him, you fucking need him, though you truly hate him - tonight you saw something different, when he defended you, when he worshipped you, even now as he eases the thick brocade off your skin, baring you - when he turns you to him - you've never felt so beautiful.

Duke Gojo exhales as he sees you, thumbs brushing across the marks on your breasts from the lace of your bodice, the lines where the corset had dug marking against your ribs. He touches them delicately for just a moment, lost in you, his blue eyes dilated, parted lips as he struggles to find a fucking word for you.

"You are perfect," his whispered words should hurt, right? You don't want to be 'perfect' anymore, the conditions that had controlled your entire life- the striving, every moment of every day to achieve 'perfection' yet it doesn't hurt from him. None of it hurts but the ache in your heart.

He moans, husky as he stands there, and you jut your chin up, glaring through tears. "I still hate you, Duke."

He sighs, stepping you back until your back now presses on the cool wood of his door, gripping that chin and making you look up at him, so tall compared to you, fully dressed as you're bare for him. "I know you hate me, you should hate me. You shouldn't be doing this, but I'm too fucking selfish to stop you."

"Shut up." You yank him by his cravat then, kissing him, and fuck when you kissed him before you knew, deep down, it was nothing like anything you've felt before.

You know something is there, something to him, beneath the cruel mask of a man, beyond anything you can comprehend. He's hungry, brutal, hands pulling your hair hard, moaning into your lips, his other hand reaching down, squishing a breast in his huge hands, making your cunt slicker, clenching with need. Your hands shake as they unbutton his silk brocade vest, hasty and desperate to feel him, all of him.

"Fuck I've never seen anyone more beautiful-"

"Shut up. Don't say it," you look away, pulling back, only for him to lower himself again to his knees, emotions written all over his face when he kisses across your stomach, his hands pressing against your skin, making you gasp as he litters it with glistening marks. "Don't look at me that way."

"Like what? Like I need you? Like I crave you?" You shake your head again - you hate him, he is cruel, he is horrible. You shouldn't be soaking wet, trembling with need, you shouldn't gasp out as he swipes his tongue up your slit, groaning, you shouldn't arch your hips against his face like this. "God your taste..."

"Shh..." It'll hurt more if you let him speak sweetly, if you believe him when he murmurs your name like that, if you look too long in his beautiful eyes, once so cold, now they're on fire, his hands digging into your hips as he sucks your clit into his mouth. "Ah! Satoru!"

"Fuck..." You said his name. He can't handle it, the throbbing of his cock behind his breeches, the leaking cum drooling from his tip, he picks you up then, laying you on his bed, earning your pretty glare that just turns him on more. "Look at you, how can you be that fucking pretty shooting daggers at me?"

"I'd love to stab you here with a fucking dagger," you whisper, pressing on his chest, where his heart pounds against your palm, his breath dancing across your lips. "Twist it."

"I'd let you," you scoff, glaring deeper, only for him to put a hand on yours, where his chest is laid bare, moaning as he feels your heat against his cock over those layers. "I would, I'd let you do anything for once chance with you."

"Stupid Duke," you're slipping your hands lower, finding his arousal now, he whimpers, the intimidating, cruel Duke, pressing his cock against your palm, rutting against it as he kisses down your neck, teeth sinking in. "manwhore of a man."

"Mnh, slutty Princess," You cry out when his hands are on your hips, while you hastily undo his belt, undoing all of the buttons hindering you from touching his cock. "You know what to do, don't you?"

"Shut it," your whisper is weak, as you stroke him up and down, but he pins your wrist up against the bed, scowling. "Let me touch you, or are you so scared?"

"Me, scared? Tch." He kisses you again, so hungry as he devours your fucking mouth, but your touch felt too good, and one thing Duke Gojo was not going to do was spill his seed in your pretty little palm like some boy in leading strings going to his first brothel. He feels you struggling to free your hands, gripping them both in one palm, squeezing until they're numb.

"Brute of a man, I swear." Your brows lower, lips parted, as the pain in your wrists only makes you wetter, and the arrogant fucker notices it too, smirking as he touches your slick cunt.

"Oh you're this wet? I didn't know a woman could get this wet," he sucks you off his fingers, leaning over you now. "Wanna taste yourself?"

"You're such a whore." He chuckles, cupping your face with a free hand, groaning as he looks at you.

"You liked my whore mouth on you, hmm?" You shake your head, stubborn under him. "Open, Princess."

You don't obey, why would you!? He pries open your mouth instead, spitting your cum inside yours, you gasp as you choke on it, the lewd action so filthy, making him lose it at the sight, his mouth moving over yours again. Your tongues are dripping, saliva spilling between your mouths, as he slips his two fingers back in your tight little hole, curling up until you're blinded.

"Just fuck me, fuck me," you're desperate as you whisper, he has the audacity to chuckle. "I swear I'll slap you."

"With what hands, slutty little fucking brat?" He squeezes them again, lapping at the cum spilling from your lips, you're wriggling more, hips arching.

"Undress yourself, Duke." Your whisper almost ends him, he's pulling back now, standing and doing just that, finally releasing your wrists, when his pretty cock is right near your face you whine out, making him smirk.

"Love my cock so much?"

"Fuck you." You sit up and he grips your hair, thumb brushing your glossed lips, as your tongue laps at his tip, his precum leaking against it, he jerks then, groaning and pulling your hair hard.

"You shouldn't know to do that, I'll fucking kill him," Satoru murmurs, fucking your mouth now, you're sucking him so deep, your mouth feels far too good, and Satoru thinks of it - of killing the blonde man who fucked your mouth first. He thinks of it and fucks your throat harder, relishing in your pretty tears, while you suck him so deep, feeling him stretch your throat.

It's nothing like it was.

He's brutal and rough as he takes your air away from your lungs, as his fingers touch the bulge in your throat. Possessive and needy, squeezing as he feels your throat tighten, and god your eyes, the way you look up at him under those lidded eyes, lashes low, casting shadows across your cheeks while he moves. He alternates between brushing your hair back and tugging it, fucking your throat and pulling back, until he finally gets you completely off his cock, tugging your hair so hard your tears fall even more.

"You should not know how to do that," you giggle, it's a mean little laugh, swiping at your lips now. "You think it funny?"

"You parade your whores around the house, what do you care if I learned a trick or two?" He slams you back on the bed, fulling naked then in moments, his body achingly beautiful in its strength, in it's cuts and lines, his face so beautiful it makes you want to falter, to spill everything hidden.

"I'll never be able to touch anyone again. Evil little bitch, ruining my every thought." You laugh again, shaking your head.

"Me!? You. Ruining my mind, making me want you when I know you're fucking horrible. Now you're lying!" You smack him once more, across his other cheek, making him moan as his face stings, before slapping you across your face, you whine out as the pain hits, blinding and making you wetter. "Fucking hit like a little bitch."

"You slap like a man, cuss like a sailor, whore around like you work in a brothel." You just whine out again, biting at his lips so hard you draw blood, when he positions his cock at your entrance and licks the coppery taste off, smearing the blood across his lips now. "Should I fuck you like the whore you are?"

"You should fuck me like the whore you are," he kisses you once more, you're lost then in his madness, in your hatred, fuck you hate him, you hate him so deeply. You hate all of him.

He doesn't hate you.

He never hated you.

Satoru knows he never did, but when he pulls back and sees your reddened cheek, the blood on your lips, and your tear filled eyes, he can't take it anymore - the fucking raw beauty beneath him, the need to possess you first, in every way. Him, him him.

Mine, Mine, Mine.

It's filthy, the sound of your soppy cunt while his tip slips up and down your soppy cunt, you're gasping out then, nails pressing into his biceps - you hope you leave marks on him. He hopes he leaves bruises on your perfect skin, but for a moment as he's pressing the tip in, watching the hint of pain on your face, he pauses.

"If you don't want this, stop me now," he whispers through his teeth, the words hit then.

He's giving you a choice.

Your husband, who you should have been with, but who played his fucking cruel, twisted games - the both of you play games, you hurt each other, one up each other. But he's letting you decide if you should go that far, he's letting you choose- something women do not get to do. Women never get to choose, what they want, what they wish for.

But he gives you that chance.

You pause, breaths coming so fast, breasts rising and falling, your fingertips tracing the sharp jut of a perfect face you should hate so much more. You should demand answers for his behavior, you should not let him do this, but you've never wanted something more than this, than him. It feels more perfect than anything, the feel of his weight on you, his eyes devouring your face, arms trembling with the force it takes for him to hold back.

Before he takes something precious - and it is precious to him, for every bit of him that has wanted to fuck you so hard your eyes roll back, another part wants to make love to you. Wants to hold you and kiss you and feel you. When you nod shyly - you shy!? - it takes his breath away, for a moment you're soft and sweet - his evil duchess that fights him every step of the way, who uses her words and cold glares to make him hurt right back.

You're sweet then, when your fingers touch his face.

"Say it then, tell me you want it," he whispers - pleading, he needs it.

"Shut up and fuck me, Satoru - ah!" You're still insolent, a brat, driving him insane as he shoves his cock inside of you then, filling you so full, you're screaming out at it. He pauses, the feeling of you gripping his cock like a vise almost ending him, he rests a forehead on yours for a moment, your breaths mingling in little pants.

"Talking all that shit, then can't even take my cock? Cunt is too tiny, isn't it?" You try to glare but as he eases out and back in you're just moaning, at the stretch, at the burn of his cock rubbing against your slick, gummy walls that convulse. "Too much for you?"

"Y-you're always.... running that mouth. Liked it better when you were - ah - eating me - oh!" He's done then, fucking into you, deep - so fucking deep - his curved pink tip bruising your cervix. He's way too fucking big, there is no way on earth you can take him all. "Fuck!"

"Fuck," he whispers with you, pulling back and raising your thighs, spreading them wider as he gets on his knees, watching the bulge of his cock form and move in your tummy. "God, look at us."

You can't compute his words, as he slows his movements, and his tip drags against that spot his fingers hit, he grips your chin tightly and forces your gaze down. "Oh..." He moans then, hands bruising your hips as his fingers press into your hip bones, a loud smack when he shoves his cock hard inside you again.

"Perfect cunt, god like it's fucking made for me, say it Princess," you scoff, shaking your head, and Satoru thrusts harder now, pressing your thighs up further. "Insolent brat, admit it, how good I feel, better than he ever could."

"As if I ever will, you admit I feel better then they could." He moans now, losing himself in you when he shoves your thighs up high, pressing them against your breasts.

"Conceited fucking brat."

"Conceited fucking dick."

"That's it," He's folded you in half, cupping your face with an insane look in his bright blue eyes, fucking you harder, impossibly deeper, you're shattering under him, screaming out at the mix of pain and pleasure. "Look at me, now."

Your eyes lock as he shoves his girthy cock in your stretched out little hole, she's quivering around him, drooling wetness down beneath you two, you're choking almost from the fucking pressure, as his huge hands grip your face. You feel yourself, the intensity of the sweet pleasure and pain, mixing as you're melting for this ass of a man, a cruel man.

Hate him.

Just hate him.

But you don't, you don't hate him as he bottoms the fuck out, stuffing your hole so full in the quiet of his chamber, as your hands grip his immaculate red velvet blankets, as his blue eyes swirl like the prettiest storms. You can't pretend like this with him anymore, you can't act like he doesn't consume you.

"I love you," he whispers, and you shake your head, tears falling, but he shoves his cock in again, rolling his hips. "I do fucking love you, I love how you fight me, how you hit me, how you feel."

"No, no, no." You're sobbing - a mix of hate, pleasure and...

No. You can't love him.

"I do love you, fuck I'm so in love - fuck I'm terrified of you," he eases back, hands gripping the backs of your thighs, and you see it, his own tears swirling. "You hate me."

"Yes," is your hoarse answer, he sighs, nodding and easing back your legs, instead holding one up over his narrow hip, your heel settles in the dimple of his strong back, crying out as he fucks you slow. "I d-do hate y-you."

"You should, god you should hate me." You're so close, you feel it, the tension in your tummy, when he reaches down between you, thumbing your neglected clit, watching you fall apart. "I love you."

"No, you don't. You're cruel, just keep doing - ah that!" You're tensing, gushing down his cock, down his fingers as he works you, as he looks at you - so beautiful that it hurts. He breaks your heart into pieces, he shatters your fucking soul, while he brings you closer and closer, thumb applying more pressure while you're soaking his cock.

"You don't have to say it back, I don't deserve it."

"Don't make me fucking like you - just... ngh!" You're clinging to him now, nails pressing and making half crescents into his skin, while he presses your clit, running circles and looking down into your eyes, moaning softly.

"Beautiful," you shake your head, but he kisses your lips, hitting your cervix and running his finger just right, making you shatter under him, cunt spasming with the force of your orgasm. "There it is, cum for me Princess."

"Satoru!" You're ending him, destroying him, as he watches you fall apart, as your pretty eyes roll back and your mouth is wide open, head falling back into the satin pillows beneath him.

On a bed where it should have just been you.

In a room that you should share with him.

You're crying from pleasure, pain, deep pain in your heart as you realize it - you feel his love, you know he's your person. You know he's your everything.

You love him too.

"God, look at you, fuck..." he's enamored as he pulls back his finger, sucking the remnants of you off his thumb, savoring the sweetness while he can.

Will you know better and never do this again?

If it's only once, it'll last him forever with just the memory.

He slams his lips on yours, molding them perfectly to his, while he fucks you again, dragging you from one orgasm to the brink of another, his hands gripping your ass and bringing your hips up to meet him. He's got you thrown into another, making him so sensitive he whines in your ear, tickling your skin with his breath.

"Never felt anything so fucking perfect, god, you're everything," you shake your head again, jaw tensing, and he sighs, kissing your neck, before pulling out. You whine out at the loss of contact, when he flips you, arching your ass up, shoving his length back deep inside, his hands entwining with yours in a way so intimate it steals your breath. "Cum again for me, let me feel you Princess."

"Don't call me it," you're so stubborn, even so small under him, his cock being sucked in by your greedy little cunt, while his sweat drips off his face onto your back, lapping his tongue along the back of your shoulder. "Ah!"

"Wanna fill you up, wanna have you so full of me," He wraps a hand around your throat, whispering fucking insanity. "Have you dripping my seed, if he touches you again he'll know who the fuck you belong to, huh?"

"F-fuck off, mnh!" You're arching for him, ass pressing against his cock for more, god more. "As if you'll... stop your whores..."

Satoru squeezes your throat harder, you look back at him with eyes drunk off pleasure, so beautiful you make him ache, while he fills you slow, squeezing a neck he thought of ringing several times, just as badly as he wanted to kiss it, lick it, bite it. "You're it, foolish fucking brat - how can I ever now that I've felt you?"

"Liar." You're sobbing while he kisses you, desperate, messy, hungry while he fucks into you, harder and harder, squeezing as he does.

"I love you," you bite his sore lip again, while the dried blood mixes with a fresh drop of bright red, he's huffing while he chokes you tighter, while you feel like you're floating. "Evil little bitch."

"Fuck you, Satoru," he whines at the use of his name, hands leaving marks on your throat when he shoves in so hard, pinning you into the soft mattress. "Fill me up, then."

He pauses, your eyes meet when he thrusts his hips, and your ears are ringing, losing the oxygen, gasping and clinging to his arms that pin you so tightly. "Cum inside you? Me, just me?"

"J-just you, just do it, fucking - ah!" He's slamming his cock so hard you hear the sounds of it, the squelching wetness of your cunt mixing with the slapping of his skin.

"Mine, mine, you're all mine, Duchess, say it," your answer is a desperate whine as he has you cumming again, you're trembling, lightheaded when he releases the pressure off your throat, sighing against your ear once more. "Mine, say it."

"Fuck you." He chuckles a bit at you, biting your throat with his sharp fucking canines, tearing your delicate skin.

"Then beg for my seed, for me to fill you so full here," he presses his huge hand against your tummy, picturing it now - having you full and round, the thought making him fucking insane. "Have you round with me huh?"

"N-not begging you," he pulls back and you whine out, cursing then, earning your ragged gasp. "Fill me, fuck... Satoru..."

"Mine." He knows he shouldn't say it yet, but he does, greedy and selfish even as he shoves in deep and fully, pulsing hot seed pouring from his tip in ropes that coat your walls. Your tears fall against your cheeks as he kisses you, as he fills you.

You shouldn't want this, do this, but how can you not want him?

You're so full of him, his cock pulsing, while he's getting milked by your cunt, aftershocks washing through you when he whispers your name desperately against your lips. "Love you, fuck I do, filling your cunt so good huh?"

"Shh," you barely get it out, the hushed whisper, while you're rocking against him, head falling back on his chest, feeling him overtake you, as everything fades but the need, but the pleasure, but the one singular feeling permeating, from the gravity that has pulled you.

You love him too.

He eases just a bit, exhaling and planting soft kisses, fingertips brushing your skin and dancing across networks of goosebumps as his breath fans over you. You're covered in a sheen of sweat, skin glimmering as the soft candlelight glows across your skin.

"I love you, Duchess." You swallow nervously, when he eases his dripping cock out of you, making a mess below the two of you and turning you then. He cups your face, tears falling from his eyes, and you grip his wrist.

"Don't say it, Satoru," you're pleading, but he's too far gone, brushing your hair back as the cruel man falls apart, exhaling while he studies your face. "Don't make me believe it."

"I do love you. I... we must... speak. Of many things." He sighs as he feels himself letting go, as he desires to make you understand. "There's no excuses, but... I must tell you why."

You nod then, letting him hold you tightly, feeling the inevitable truth that you're murmuring against his neck.

"I want to know... please." Your lips collide again, desperate and messy, while you find your world turned around, when all you wanted was to know him, and finally you will.

That night, after tears, after him fucking you again, after kisses and caresses, after him just holding you, after fighting and smacking, him gripping your arms and shaking you, just to kiss you again. After him delicately cleaning you just to make you more of a fucking mess. After learning him, hating him, loving him... you can't help but look up at him in the night, asleep, his lips in that perfect pout, his white lashes brushing his cheeks.

You whisper it, the cursed words - I love you too - He doesn't hear you of course, you can't let him hear just yet. He was cruel, he changed you, he tore you apart, he hurt you. You are angry, you are devastated, you are exhausted - but you also love him right back, desperate, toxic, needy love, all consuming.

Two black holes when they collide, what does occur?

I hope you all enjoyed this alt universe where the butler didn't fuck it all up aha. I love Duke Gojo so much and the Duchess for the flawed, batshit insane characters they were and missed them! I guess this is my extra farewell to my damaged, toxic pookies.

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[wosov]

trigger warning - car accident, death, funeral, guilt

It starts with an argument. A stupid, heat of the moment fight that Kyra will never forgive herself for.

Rain pelts the windows as voices rise in your shared flat, your voice shaking with frustration, hers tight with hurt. The storm outside is nothing compared to the one inside the room. The hum of the refrigerator, the ticking of the wall clock, the occasional thunder, all background noise to the crumbling of something once solid.

“You never talk to me about how you're really feeling, Kyra! I can't keep guessing if I'm enough for you.”

Kyra stands near the kitchen counter, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. Her voice comes out sharper than she intends.

“You are! You always have been. I just… I'm tired. Everything’s been too much.”

“You think I’m not tired?” You pace near the front door, keys clenched in your fist. “I show up for you. I hold space for you. And you keep shutting me out like I’m a stranger.”

“I don’t know how to open up!” she snaps, her voice rising. “You think I like this? You think I don’t want to be better?”

The words hang in the air, venomous and heartbreaking. A silence falls, bitter and thick.

“I can't do this right now,” you mutter, shoving your coat on. “I’m going to Steph’s. I need to cool off.”

Kyra’s eyes flash with panic. She takes one step forward. “Wait, don’t…!”

But you’re already at the door. You don’t turn around.

She hesitates. Just for a moment.

She almost calls your name.

Almost runs after you.

But pride and pain win out. And then the door clicks shut.

She stares at it for a long time.

The kettle boils behind her. She doesn’t move.

An hour passes.

Then two.

She sends a text. No reply.

She tries calling. Straight to voicemail.

Another hour.

And then the phone rings.

A number she doesn’t recognize.

A quiet voice on the other end. An accident. Emergency services. A crash on Holloway Road. The rain. A loss of control.

You never made it to Stephs house.

You never made it anywhere.

Kyra drops the phone.

The world spins.

Her knees buckle.

Everything goes quiet.

The hospital room is sterile, lit too brightly. Kyra doesn’t remember how she got there. Caitlin’s hand is on her back. Katie is speaking softly with the doctors, both of them casting a gentle glance over her every so often. 

But Kyra doesn’t hear anything. Everyone’s voice sounds far away.

And when they tell her again when they say confirmed fatality and immediate, Kyra shakes her head.

“No,” she whispers. “No, that’s wrong. She just left. She’s mad at me. She… she just left to go to a friends house.”

“Let me go home, please! I’ll go home and she’ll be there, pacing. She always paces when she’s upset. I just need to get home.” Kyra all but begs the doctor but it is no use. You are gone and nobody corrects her. Caitlin just holds her tight and Katie has visible grief in her eyes. 

That night, Kyra sits in the guest room of Katies flat. Her phone buzzes once, then twice and then is silent again.

She clutches your hoodie to her chest. It still smells like you. Coconut shampoo and that soft, warm scent that used to feel like home.

She tries to sleep but all she sees is the last look on your face. The anger. The hurt. The slam of the door.

And the silence that followed.

She screams into the pillow. Bites her hand so hard she leaves teeth marks. Anything to not feel the weight of what she’s done.

You were right.

She never learned how to let you in.

And now you’re gone.

The day of the funeral came by far too quickly and Kyra stood at the front of the church clutching a piece of paper. A piece of paper that she had tried and attempted to cram her love and memories onto. 

“I met her on my first day. I turned up late, full of jetlag, stiff muscles and annoyance after the airline lost my suitcase. I was already so nervous being in a new country and joining a new team but she was already there, waiting outside for me. 

Flashback to first meeting 

It had been a shit morning. 

She had landed in London less than 24 hours earlier but everything that could’ve gone wrong, went wrong. The airline lost her suitcase, her phone charger stopped working mid-flight and to top it all off there was a screaming baby that seemed displeased about anything possible. 

And now, now Kyra was late. Of all things that could’ve happened, she was late for her first day at Arsenal. 

The taxi ride was a blur of grey motorways and random fields containing the odd cow. She barely registered the entrance of the training ground as the car pulled up.

Kyra checked the dashboard the moment the car stopped and she swore she felt her stomach drop.  

9:32 am

She was supposed to be there by 9:00 am and was halfway through trying to convince herself not to cry when she stepped out of the car, and then promptly tripped over her own foot. 

The pavement rushed up to meet her and before Kyra could even process the fall, she crashed into you. 

You had been waiting outside. No one had asked you too. No one expected you to. But you had seen the schedule and the name - Kyra Cooney Cross - and you had insisted on being there. 

Something about first impressions. Something about how hard it was to arrive in a new country alone. 

So there you were. Jacket zipped up to your chin, hands tucked up into your sleeves, leaning against the railing with a quiet kind of patience. You had been there a while, but you never left. Not even where you started to wonder whether this girl was actually going to turn up. 

But when a slightly dishevelled Kyra landed in your arms with a startled yelp, your first instinct wasn’t annoyance, it was laughter. 

A soft surprised laugh that cut right through the tension and stress that lingered in the air and Kyra’s chest. 

“Bit of a dramatic entrance, huh?”

Kyra scrambled off you, face flushed from both the cold and embarrassment. 

“Shit, sorry! I didn’t see you, I mean I was late and…”

You waved a hand, brushing imaginary dust off your hoodie. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t complain having a pretty girl fall head over heels for me!”

Kyra blinked. Then laughed, small and disbelieving.

“Right, yeah” she said (still catching her breath) “You must be?”

“Yeah,” you said, offering your hand out. “I’m the one who has been freezing her ass off for the past thirty minutes waiting for you” You spoke with a cheeky smirk adorning your face. 

Kyra took your hand. And somehow, that was it. 

The start of everything. 

Back to present day

“I was already so nervous being in a new country and joining a new team.” Kyra spoke with a sad smile and tears glistening in her eyes. “But she was already there, a cheeky smile plastered on her face and an overly enthusiastic handshake.” Kyra paused to wipe away the tears that were falling freely now. “And after that, the world didn’t seem so big.”

Kyra took a deep breath before continuing. She didn’t look at the crowd nor the framed photo of you by your coffin. She just looked down. Down somehow past her shoes and starts talking like you are still here. Like this is just another one of your long deep and meaningful chats after training. 

“The other day I went out to get some air.” She started.

“Didn’t even know where I was walking. Didn’t even realise I’d gone that far. But I turned the corner near that cafe you liked. “

Her voice cracks, just slightly. 

“The one with all the suncatchers in the windows and the terrible oat milk. And that’s when I saw them. This person selling roses right on the corner and I actually laughed. Right there in the street just because I could hear you in my head.”

Kyra closed her eyes, smiling now through a shaky breath. 

Flashback to last valentines day

Kyra barges through the front door, holding a bouquet of long stemmed red roses and a triumphant grin in hand. 

“Look what I got you!” Kyra says proudly, like she has just won the World Cup.

You barely offer a second glance away from the tv where you are currently trying, and failing, to fight off a creeper in your minecraft village. 

“Uhh… A takeaway?”

“Nope! Something even better” she states, still holding that cheeky grin as your village gets blown up. 

You look up from the couch, unimpressed. “Oh, oh no.”

Kyra’s face drops. “What?”

“Are those…” You squint like you are trying to identify a rare disease. “Roses?”

She blinks. “Yeah? It’s romantic.”

You groan like she has just kicked your dog. “Kyra. Babe. That’s peak valentines aisle cringe.”

Kyra’s brow furrows. “They were expensive!”

“And they look like they were grown in a factory that also makes sad greeting cards.”

“They are predictable” you shoot back. “You have been living in England way too long. Next thing, you will be bringing me a Tesco meal deal and calling it love!”

Kyra stares at you. “...Would you prefer peonies?”

You pause, “Peonies have character.”

She groans. “You are such high maintenance.”

“And you” you say, plucking one rose from the bouquet and dramatically sniffing it, “Are a walking pinterest board.”

Kyra rolls her eyes and mutters, “Remind me never to try and be romantic again!”

You snicker before saying “Oh no, please do” you say sweetly. “I love watching you fail!”

Back to present day

Kyra lets out a soft laugh, the kind that hurts on the way out. 

She made fun of me for days! She put them in a vase and labelled it ‘Kyra’s cringe corner’. Everytime I would pass them she would be like “Oop! There's that heterosexual energy again!”

Laughter echoes gently through the room, and Kyra’s eyes shine but she doesn’t pause to wipe the tears away.

“She hated roses. Thought they were a cliche, but she still kept every single one. Even dried them out and hand pressed each one to keep them forever. Called it ‘ironic’, but I think she secretly loved them. I think she secretly loved all the things she pretended to hate.”

Kyra swallows hard. Looking out at the many somber faces in the pews.

“I’d give anything to walk through that door again with the stupidest bouquet I could find, just to see her roll her eyes at me.”

Her voice drops to a whisper, as if Kyra was speaking to just herself and nobody else.

“And say something like, “God, you are lucky I’m hot.”

The church has now quieted down. All the laughter from Kyra’s earlier stories; the flowers, the pouting, the dramatic declarations of love. The way you would pout and cite psychological torture if you were left alone for more than 10 minutes.  

That's all gone now. 

What remains is a hush, heavy and waiting. 

Kyra grips the lectern tighter. She swallows hard, eyes red, voice quieter now. Lacking the usual light joviality it normally holds. 

“There’s one more thing” she says. “Something I haven’t really said out loud yet.”

She hesitates. Then takes a deep breath.

“We fought.”

Her hands tremble slightly as she folds the paper and places it flat on the podium.

“She thought I didn’t care. She thought I wasn’t trying. That I was shutting her out.”

A soft breath, sharp at the end like she’s holding something back.

“She was right, in a way. I was shutting her out. But not because I didn’t love her.”

She looks down. Her voice drops.

“It’s because I did.”

Flashback three weeks earlier

It started with something so small.

Kyra was late, again. She was out with a few of the aussie girls but was supposed to be back by now. You were waiting at home for her, pacing. Trying not to check the time for the third time in 5 minutes.

And then the door clicks and in walks Kyra. She walks in muttering something about an apology and a dead phone. You just look at her. 

Her eyes flick to yours, cautious and wary. 

“What?” she says, already bracing for the incoming argument. 

“You could’ve called” you say “You could’ve sent one text.”

Kyra sighs, taking off her shoes. “I said I was sorry.”

You sigh, incredulously, “It isn’t about the text Kyra! This” your hands flailing wildly around you. “It's not about the text.” 

Kyra’s shoulders go stiff, as if she already knows where this is going. 

“You’re not here even when you are here” you say. “You sit across from me and barely say a word. You hold my hand but your mind is somewhere else. I feel like I am dating someone else sometimes!”

Kyra opens her mouth, to argue? To defend herself? But you cut her off.

“Do you even want to be in this anymore?...”

That breaks something in Kyra. Her face crumples and she shakes her head and opens her mouth to speak, but no words come out. 

So you try again, one more time. 

“Just talk to me. Please. Just tell me what is going on.” You plead with her. 

But Kyra can’t. It isn’t that she doesn’t want to, of course she does. 

She wants to tell you about the ring she has kept hidden in her gym bag for days. That she has been brainstorming location ideas with Steph, Katie and Caitlin. That she has been carrying it around with her. That every time she looks at you, laughing on the couch or brushing your teeth half asleep, she thinks ‘God! I want that forever.’

But she doesn’t say any of that. 

Instead, she says:

“I don’t know.”

You stare at her like that answer physically hurts you. Because it does. 

“Okay” you say, stepping back. “Okay.”

You grab your keys. You don’t even cast a second glance back over to Kyra. 

“I am going to steph’s, I need a break.” 

And then you are gone. Kyra lets you go, watching the door slam shut and thinks ‘ I will make it up when she gets back, I will explain everything and ask her to marry me. Everything will work out.’

But that never happened, and Kyra just lets you go.

Back to present day

“I thought we had time,” Kyra says softly.

“I thought I’d give her some space, wait for her to cool off. I thought I’d surprise her in the morning. Coffee in one hand, ring in the other. I even practised what I was going to say.”

She gives a watery laugh. It hurts.

“I was gonna say… ‘You drive me insane. You correct my Spotify playlists. You talk during movies. You never clean the coffee machine. And I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. Will you marry me?’”

Her voice cracks.

“But I never got the chance.”

“I got the call less than an hour later.”

The air in the room is sucked out.

“I thought it was her calling to say sorry. Or to tell me to come pick her up because she forgot her pillow. She never could sleep without her pillow.”

“But it wasn’t her.”

A pause.

“It was the police.”

Kyra reaches into her jacket pocket.

She pulls out a small, worn velvet box. It looks like it’s been opened and closed a hundred times. Because it has.

She flips it open.

Inside is a ring, delicate, classic, and quietly beautiful. The kind you’d say you hated because ���It’s too normal,” but she knew you’d secretly love.

“I bought this a month ago,” she says, holding it up with trembling fingers. “I was just… I was waiting for the perfect moment.”

Her voice shakes.

“But the perfect moment never came. And then she was gone.”

“She died thinking I didn’t love her enough to try. But the truth is…”

Kyra closes her eyes.

“I loved her so much I couldn’t breathe.”

She swallows the lump in her throat.

“I wish I’d told her that. I wish I’d opened my mouth and said anything. I wish I hadn’t let her walk out that door thinking she was alone.”

A breath.

“I would’ve given her the world. I would’ve spent every morning for the rest of my life proving I could love her better.”

Her gaze lifts.

“I still talk to her, you know. When I come home. When I see her favourite flowers. When I open the fridge and find the stupid oat milk she always made me buy. When I hear a song she hated and pretend she’s next to me rolling her eyes.”

A faint smile trembles on her lips.

“She’s still everywhere.”

Her hand closes the ring box gently.

“And I never got to ask the question. But I know the answer.”

And then Kyra whispers quietly, intimately as if she is speaking to just herself again. 

“She would’ve said yes.”

And with that Kyra folds the piece of paper up, her voice breaking as she looks up. 

“I love you, still. Always.” 

[paulyenvol6]

Made To Take It

Jackson!Joel x female!reader

Part two to this smutty one shot I wrote. Hope you enjoy it :)

Contains: oral (f receiving), fluff, dom!Joel, subby and needy reader, lots of aftercare and sweetness, protective and caring Joel, praise, dirty talk, begging, reader is literally too tired to hold herself up, use of names like princess/babygirl, angst, crying, reader has pubic hair

Wordcount: 4,677

Masterlist

The words hadn't fully reached you.

You had heard them, but weren't entirely aware of their content which was why you flinched in surprise when Joel cupped your mound and pressed his palm against your stubby hair.

"Hey there, 'lil one," he smiled, his eyes soft and his lips pursed and then slid a hand around your waist to pull you closer to him.

"Joel," you mumbled and turned your head to the side so you faced him.

"Yeah… Tell me how you're feelin'… Tell me what ya need."

A coiling heat spread through your lower belly, the cruel reminder that you hadn't finished yet and as his words to Tommy hadn't penetrated the cloudiness of your mind, you had no reason to believe that it would change any time soon. Angry and frustrated tears welled in your eyes and glistened on your lashes and although you were beyond tired and exhausted, all you could think about right now was finishing.

"Please… Please I need to cum, fuck… You were mean not lettin' me cum too," you complained and allowed the tears to roll down your face as you were gripped by a defiant and desperate rage that was only enhanced by your tiredness. You simply didn't care about anything, but the desires of your body and were too exhausted to restrain yourself.

You had broken eye contact, your lips forming a pout while Joel adjusted himself next to you and then took hold of the side of your face with a sigh, forcing you to look up to him.

"I'm gonna let ya cum, angel. If you play by my rules."

He teasingly circled your entrance, dipping two fingers in, but not giving you quite the satisfaction yet which frustrated you so much, part of you wished he would just stop and you could make yourself cum on your own fingers. But then you wouldn't see his beautiful face anymore and wouldn't enjoy the pleasure of hearing his arousing voice, and you didn't even want to start with his thick fingers. You knew how well he was capable of making you feel, he had proven that earlier when he had toyed with your clit. All you had to do was make him give in to you instead of teasing you.

"I'm even thinkin' about goin' down on ya," Joel continued, pressing his palm against you, missing your clit by inches. You were sure he was torturing you on purpose.

"Maybe I'm gonna eat your sweet 'lil pussy 'cause you've been such a good girl earlier, but I'm only gonna do it if you behave yourself. If you do as I say an' shut up when I tell you to an' don't squirm. You understand me?"

"Yes Joel," you replied, your voice thick with tension because you were scared to make one wrong move. The prospect of him diving between your legs turned you on so much, your head began to spin and your surroundings became indistinct.

Joel clearly noticed your reaction and chuckled. "Good."

He was about to crawl to kneel between your legs, but before he could you reached out to touch his chest and stopped him.

"Please… Can I clean myself first," you asked, no, rather whined and Joel almost broke at your big doe eyes. He didn't though.

"No. I'll get you cleaned up afterwards. Look way too pretty like this."

Discontentment surfaced on your face and for a brief moment he wished he had accepted Tommy's offer to assist in making you cum because his brother would have been quick to put you in your place. Joel could do it too when it really mattered, but he had to admit that Tommy was better and stricter than he was, even if that wasn’t always how he came across to others.

"Don't even start with that pout o'yours. I told ya, you can be lucky I'm gonna make you finish and not just throw you outta the house an' join my brother."

You nodded and averted your gaze which Joel considered a sign that you had yielded and he decided to proceeded with his initial plan. He settled between your legs, sensing how weak and tired you must be when he parted your lifeless legs and then put a hand on your hip. You truly were a sight for the eye, covered in cum and tears, your hair messy and sweat reflecting the dim light on almost every part of your body. You were a mess, but the kind Joel more than welcomed.

You didn't react when Joel crawled down your body, your head still thrown to the side, but he made a mental note to change that soon. Once his head was on the same height as your pussy, his face hovering right above your mound, he pinned down your knees so you couldn't close your legs around him and glanced up to you.

"Eyes on me. I didn't think I'd have to remind ya, babygirl."

Your eyes snapped open at his words so he knew he hadn't lost every respect and dominance now that his brother was gone. You were still able to obey him and he silently triumphed. Joel rewarded you by rubbing over your inner thigh and then lowered his face to your pussy, pressing a slow, but forceful and sensual kiss to your clit.

Your first reaction was resistance, your body overstimulated and swollen after hours of teasing and taunting so you arched under him and let out a heart-breaking sob.

"Shhhh," Joel cooed you, his grip on your hips tight and firm so you couldn't jolt away.

"You're gonna like it. Gonna like what I'm doin', just lemme go on, alright? Your 'lil clit's gonna enjoy it, I promise."

Joel almost wanted to ask if you had never been eaten out before based on your reaction but perhaps it was just your exhausted and overwhelmed body speaking, which surely yearned for a break after the way Tommy and him had wrecked you. Joel carefully started to kitten-lick your bundle of nerves and soon your cries actually turned into quiet moans and a little later your hands enclosed around the sheets, your lips parted as your breath hitched in your throat and your body trembled in anticipation. You poor girl…

A twisted part of him found pleasure in seeing you like this, wrecked, used and completely at his mercy. Your beautiful body so wonderfully marked and Tommy and his doings so clearly visible with a single glimpse at your tits and face. It filled him with sheer pride and fulfillment.

But of course you were now at a point where you truly deserved to reach your high as well and so Joel didn't waste much time teasing you and instead went straight to work, sucking your throbbing clit in his mouth and rubbing over the underside with the tip of his tongue, a technique he had perfected over the years and that had a satisfactory effect on you as well.

Your sleepy body did things you yourself hadn't believed it to be capable of, your back arching from the mattress, your toes curling and digging into the bed and your hips shifting when he flicked your clit to the side. When he additionally worked two fingers inside of you, your eyes rolled back and you reached for him with your hands without really knowing what you wanted. Joel seemed to though, and grabbed them with one large hand, pinning them down on top of your stomach while his other kept you wide open for him.

"That's a good girl…," Joel growled, the vibrations transferring over to your body and making a shiver run down your back where new sweat gathered.

"You're gonna cum for me, mhm? Your poor pussy needs it so badly, right?"

He curled his fingers at his words and you rejoiced, your teeth sinking down hard on your bottom lip while you repeatedly blinked, trying to catch up to the things he was making you feel.

"Please," you cried and Joel frowned seeing new tears spill from the corner of your eyes.

"Whatcha need, pretty girl…," he whispered trying to make his voice sound as soft as possible and ran his thumb over your knuckles in fear of that he was doing something you didn't like.

"Need to cum, please… Please Joel, I…"

You didn't end the sentence but Joel had a pretty strong idea of what you were going to say so with a grin, he connected his mouth with your pearl again while simultaneously curling his fingers again to hit that spongy spot that was hidden so deep inside of you and surely was never found by your dumb little boyfriends. Joel was motivated by the way your body flexed, feeling sure about the fact that you were close to cumming and glided over the sensitive underside of your clit over and over again, savouring your salty taste on his tongue and occasionally blowing some air over the nub which made you shiver every time.

"Oh my sweet girl… You need it that badly, huh? Turned you on so much suckin' our dicks, hm?" he whispered when you buckled up your hips, your hands moving under his grasp.

"Sh shh… Just like that, stay still for me," Joel purred and sucked your clit into his mouth, his cheeks hollowing as he applied pressure to the sensitive little bud.

When he looked up to you again, noticing how your eyes watered a crease appeared between his brow and he raised his head from your pussy for a moment to check in with you. He did all of this for you – well, not entirely, but in its core, yes – so he wanted you to feel good of course.

"What's wrong, babygirl?" he asked with a voice as soft and gentle as a blow of the wind.

"You in pain? Is it too much for you, do you want me to stop?"

"No," you whimpered and pulled your hands back under his grip which made him finally release them so that you could wipe over your eyes.

"Don't stop, Joel, please…," you sobbed, your body trembling and your legs trapping him between your legs, but now that Joel intended to take care of you rather than use you for his pleasure like the Miller brothers had done earlier, he knew that he would feel bad if he continued without paying attention to your crying.

"Why you cryin' mhm? You feel sad or – or somethin' wrong?"

If only you were able to answer him. You didn't know why the tears had started streaming down your cheeks again, but now that they did you felt awful and wanted them to stop as quickly as they had come. You enjoyed Joel's touch so much and didn't want him to think that he was doing something wrong. And what you definitely didn't want was for him to stop.

"N-No," you whimpered and reached down to grab his locks. "Please. Please, go on, Joel, I need it. I don't know why m'cryin', everything's fine, I swear."

Part of you couldn't believe that this was the same man that had split you open on his cock half an hour ago and had laughed at your pathetic yelps with his brother. You had been able to sense a certain tenderness about him back then too, but now the only thing he seemed to care about was your well-being and as much as you had come to enjoy their rough treatment, you were also able to appreciate Joel's kindness and the way he took care of you. Half an hour ago you didn't have to do anything except stay still and leave all of your body parts available while the two men wrecked and used you for their liking. Now, you also felt like you didn't have to do anything, but that was because Joel was here to keep you safe and protected while giving you the most thrilling kind of pleasure and apparently that was his priority above everything else.

"You sure?" he asked, still not giving in although you pressed his head down – to be fair, your hands couldn't apply a lot of force – and gave you a stern look.

"Yes. Please, Joel, I promise, I want it."

His eyes wandered over your face from one ear to the other like he would be able to find the source of the tears somewhere in your expression, but then lowered his head, said nothing more and went straight back to work with the same passion as before.

The two fingers that were snug inside of you started to move again, the tips tapping against your g-spot while his lips and tongue stimulated your clit. He tried something new now, gently taking the swollen nub between his teeth with the hope that you were down for pleasure that bordered on a little bit of pain and luckily the squeal seemed to be caused by joy rather than fear.

Joel's forehead wrinkled as he looked up to you, his chest tightening at your parted lips and your glowing skin. Your face radiated heat and lust as well as sheer joy and delight about what he was doing to you and Joel couldn't have been more proud. When your hands in his hair tightened, your nails leaving a sting in his scalp, he growled lowly in his throat and added a third finger. You whinced, rocking your center against his face and felt like the world around you was about to collaps.

"Joel, I think… Ughh fuck, I think I'm close," you whimpered and were surprised by the fact that the words were relatively understandable.

"I know, babygirl," he hummed, palming your hipbone in a soothing manner while he put even more effort into circling your clit.

It was almost a possessive action, using his lips and tongue on you like he wanted to prove to you that no one would be as good as him and something made you believe that it perhaps was the truth. How would anyone be able to top this? How would anyone be able to make you see stars the way Joel did right now? How could a tongue feel warmer and more endearing than his? How could you ever move on from this? But these were all questions you could ask yourself at a later time because right now you were focused on your breathing and not fainting. The air in the room was hot and stuffy, your body exhausted and dehydrated and your head spinned with arousal.

"Come for me, little one…," Joel whispered and also picked up the speed with which he pressed against the spongy spot deep inside of you.

"C'mon… Soak my chin, I know you want it so bad."

And then you finally came and it was one of the most heavenly experiences of your life. Heat spread in your tummy, but now it wasn't the uncomfortable and overstimulating kind, but one that hugged and embraced you like a warm blanket or warm water that was streaming down your tummy. Your thighs tingled and prickled and over all it just felt like a giant weight was dropping of your heart and all you could do was stare at Joel between your legs with your mouth open while the pleasure just wouldn't fade.

"Fuck. Joel, fuck…," you cried and arched on the bed, your head thrown back although the view of his gorgeous face between your legs had been captivating. His eyes were so dark, you couldn't distinct between his pupils and iris, his lips and chin covered with your wetness and his brow sweaty like eating your pussy was an sporting competition.

"There ya fuckin' go…," Joel growled and slapped your outter thigh roughly, licking a strip from your hole up to your clit to savour your juices and then raising his face to take a look at you. And god, what he saw made him want to laugh and sigh equally. Your eyes were closed, your breathing heavy, but evenly, but what was the main reason for the way his heart fluttered was the slight pout on your lips.

"Oh jesus…," Joel chuckled to himself and was fast to crawl up to you, your lids flinching when his weight pressed you into the bed. He was careful though, resting most of his body weight on the knee between your legs and his elbows he propped himself on as he hovered over you.

"Look at me, sweet girl," he demanded and lifted the corner of his mouth as you didn't react at all.

"C'mon, baby, needa make sure that you're good."

He cupped your chin, gently tilting your head and then your lashes moved and you looked up to him through tired and hazy eyes. A soft cry left your throat and Joel couldn't help himself and pursed his lips while trying to process the adorable picture. You were so sweet, he would have dived right back between your thighs to give you one high after the other if he hadn't had so much empathy with you and your fucked-out body.

"Oh my… Someone's gotten all sleep, right?" he murmured and grabbed the side of your face to run his thumb over your cheekbone.

"C'mon, open your eyes for me, love. You can go to sleep soon, just needa check up on ya 'n' then we're gonna get ya cleaned an' then you're gonna eat 'n' drink somethin'."

The protesting whine was more than clear, but Joel remained uncompromising and squeezed your bicep.

"Babygirl…," he said softly, but with a slight warning. "C'mon, now. I'll take care of ya, alright? Gonna carry you to the bathroom and clean ya up, but you need to cooperate."

He melted at your hands coming up to grasp his thumb and leaned in to kiss your hairline, the stubby beard tickling your skin and making you shift.

"S'okay… I'm gonna take care of ya, don't ya worry…"

You whined again, but this time it was a sound of satisfaction, like a cat purring at the way it was gently petted.

"Yeah, s'right… You did so well, baby. So goddamn well for us… You deserve to get some rest now. S'not gonna take long, I promise."

The grip around his thumb tightened and it took everything in Joel not to just roll of you to lay next to you, pull you snug against him and cuddle you until the both of you were sound asleep. He would have loved to fall asleep with the sound of your sweet moans in his ears and your scent in his nose, but before this would even just become a prospect, he had to clean up the mess on your face, your tits and between your thighs and then make sure that you would drink enough water.

Unwillingly Joel rolled off you, a sigh catching in his throat when you whimpered in frustration and his own body instantly regretting the loss of contact. You still silently cried when Joel slid a hand around your shoulders and one under your knees and lifted you in the air, but when you realised what he was doing, you buried your face in the curve of his neck and nudged your nose against his collarbone which made his mouth curl.

"I know, I know…," he whispered and carefully carried you into the bathroom right next to Tommy's bedroom, turning on the light switch with his elbow and then helplessly searching the room for a place where he could put you down.

You definitely didn't have the strength to hold yourself up if he made you sit on the edge of the bathtub so he chose to lower you onto the carpet that certainly wasn't as comfortable as the bed, but fortunately was quite fluffy and cosy. He moved it to the bathtub with his foot and then slowly put you down, his hand holding the back of your head so you wouldn't bump it against the edge of the tub. You squealed again, your hands immediately searching for his body once his hands had left you and Joel kneeled next to you to kiss the top of your head. You were sitting on the carpet now, your back resting against the bathtub wall and your eyes half-closed.

"I'm right here. Not gonna leave you."

As quickly as possible he grabbed a towel from a cupboard near-by and wettened it while making sure the water from the tap wasn't too cold, but not too hot either. Then Joel returned to his position next to you and placed a hand on your knee.

"Open your legs, alright? I promise I'm gonna be gentle."

Your eyelids quivered, a sign that you had understood him and then parted your legs so that Joel could slip the cloth between them and rub over the insides of your thighs.

"Good girl…," he praised you, thinking that you might need the encouragement right now and then continued to clean you up with the towel and return to the washbasin every now and then to wash it until he was finished with your pussy. He had noticed your squirms from time to time, your clit overstimulated and swollen after the intense night so it was natural that your body rejected the touch of the rough fabric, but Joel had talked you through it and now that he was done with your most sensitive part he rewarded you with a kiss on your cheek right next to your ear.

"See? Wasn't that bad, was it?"

You gave him a nod and put your hand above his that held your head.

"Mhmm," you made and then finally glanced up to him again, your eyes tired, but at least you were able to focus on him.

"Good girl… Don't forget to breathe, mhm?"

"Yes, Joel," you even managed to reply and when Joel briefly pressed your head to his chest it was with pride.

"Yeah, you're being such a perfect girl for me… Now lay back, alright? Gonna clean your tits and face now. It's gonna be even less uncomfortable, babygirl."

With a groan Joel rose to his feet and headed to the washbasin again to wash off the remains of your body fluids and continue to clean the rest of your body. Your feverish skin made him think that you might prefer a cooling touch over the warm towel so this time he soaked it with slightly colder water. Then he knelt down next to you once more and began gently stroking your tits where Tommy's cum had hardened and left a crumbly trail which Joel carefully removed.

You were calm under his touch, your breathing lulled into a soothing cadence and your body completely pliant and welcoming which once again made the burning coil in his stomach revive. Next up on his list was your face which he was even more careful and precise with when he rubbed over your skin and neck. Your pretty eyes were on him at all times and although they looked exhausted and swollen Joel appreciated that you made the effort to pry them open just so that he knew you were still with him. Perhaps you even enjoyed the view, Joel thought with a crooked smirk which you were too tired to register.

"I'll be done soon. We made quite the mess, sweetheart. But you took it so goddamn well, what were we supposed to do?"

There was no reaction except for the the twitch of the corner of your mouth but it might have been caused by the washcloth that was now cleaning your cheeks, still covered with remains of your tears and Tommy's spit.

"But you still look so pretty, babygirl. Always so pretty for us…," Joel whispered and then drew back the cloth, finished with his business now.

"I'm done. Do ya need to pee or do ya want me to carry you back to bed?" Joel asked over his shoulder while carelessly throwing the towel over the edge of the tub.

"To the bed," you replied without hesitation, already stretching your arms longingly towards him.

"Alright. Whatever you want, baby."

You smacked your lips, your eyes softly closing and your upper lashes touching your waterline like feathers lightly falling to the ground as Joel glided one arm under your knees again and the other tightly wrapping around your upper back.

"There we go…," he mumbled while lifting you into the air and then carrying you the few steps back to the bed where he gently lay you down on your back. You had pressed your face against his torso again with the hope that this time the moment might last longer, but you were disappointed again and whined in disapproval at the loss of contact.

"Joel," you whimpered, your heavy eyelids lifting, but then you felt a large hand on your bare shoulder.

"I know. I'll be right there. Just gonna tug you in real quick so you won't get cold later."

Now that was something you could settle with so you remained quiet while Joel pulled the blanket over your frame, ensuring the hem touched you right under your chin. You gave him a sweet smile, your eyes following him like you feared he would vanish if you didn't pay close attention, but fortunately he kept his promise and the next thing he did was slipping underneath the covers right next to you. A muffled cry of sheer joy and satisfaction left your throat and you were quick to crawl to him, a new bubbling energy in your tummy giving you the strength to nestle against his chest, your hands clenching in fists that rested on his stomach.

"You alright?" Joel growled and moved an arm around your shoulders to keep you close against his broad body.

"Yes. But please stay. Don't wanna do anythin' else."

He gave you a nod that you couldn't see but he hoped you might feel and then leaned in to kiss your brow.

"Fine. Even though you really need some water��"

Your head that rested on his collarbone shook in disagreement, your hands possessively pressing down on his ribs to prevent him from leaving.

"No. Joel, please… I just wanna stay like this…"

He lowly chuckled, the vibrations prickling on your skin and your stomach fluttering with nerves while you reflexively had to smile at the happiness and peacefulness he radiated.

"Okay. But if you wake up feelin' thirsty or hungry or if you're feelin' uncomfortable in any way, you wake me up. I'll get you anythin' you need. Even if it's just a glass of water."

Although you felt that with him at your side, there was nothing you could possibly be missing, you nodded.

"Promise me," Joel insisted, his gaze on you to figure out if his words had reached you and his forehead wrinkled.

"Yes. I promise."

He pursed his lips, still in doubt about whether it was wise to give in, but when you crouched against his chest, your fingertips drawing patterns across his torso his mind went blank and there was no space left for any concerns or worries.

In fact, there was no space left in his head for anything except you. He forgot about what he had told Tommy about the two of you joining him downstairs as soon as he had cleaned you up. He forgot about his own rumbling stomach. He forgot about the mental note he had made to himself earlier to make you some tea as soon as he was done with you in the bathroom to help you with your sore throat.

Now, his thoughts were consumed by you, your plump lips, your glowing face and your little hands that felt so firm and determined in your need to make him stay right here, it made his pulse quicken.

"Sleep well, princess," Joel whispered into the darkness and heard you swallow.

"Goodnight, Joel."

He gently stroked the small of your back and it was not just an affectionate and soothing gesture, but also the promise that he would stay here with you for as long as you needed him to.

[tehnakki]

OK ridiculous story about Heather and Alec.

So I was a HUGE Heather Alexander fan. I went to multiple ren faires up and down the west coast in high school when I'd hear she was going to be there. I met her multiple times. Was a ridiculous teenage faire groupie that would show up for every single set throughout the day and sigh over how pretty she was. And then she disappeared. I didn't hear of any events of hers for a season so I started trying to figure out what was going on. I think she posted a blog about going on an adventure or something. So I kinda shrugged, and then headed off to college. A couple months later I looked at her blog and saw the post linked above and was heart broken. I had ADORED Heather and I was so upset/frustrated that she was just passing on her mantel to some dude.

Yes, you read that right. I 100% did not realise that he had transitioned. I fully bought into the faerie story. It seemed reasonable. Yes, I was 19/20ish at this point.

Anyways, a couple years go by and I'm back in Vegas during the ren faire and I heard a familiar fiddle line. And there was Alec, fiddling just like Heather had, and singing her songs and it was like being sent back in time to a slightly different past. I danced and sang and hung out for a couple of his sets and towards the end of the faire that day I walked up to say hi! And he said hi back and "Haven't seen you in a bit, how you been?"

And now I'm fucking confused as hell. So I fall back on "faking it" (my normal response to social situations where I don't know what the fuck to do) and mention I've been at uni and am just back for the next month and he asked all the things you do of young college students and I answered them becoming more and more bemused about the whole thing and eventually convinced myself he must of confused me with someone else.

It was a sweet interaction and I think a friend snapped a photo of us and then dragged me off to whatever shenanigans we were getting up to.

And a couple years passed and I wasn't really able to make it to faires frequently, and I was now living in Scotland and wanted to go see the Uffington horse on a weekend trip with coworkers, so I looked up Uffington Horse cd on my ipod, and then though "huh, I wonder what Alec has been doing with Heather's music." So I look him up and it FINALLY FUCKING OCCURed TO ME that Alec WAS Heather. It was 20 fucking 16. It had been almost 10 years of me just believing that Heather gave her discography to some guy. Holy shit.

I still remember sitting there staring blankly at the wall while Pirate Bill and Squiddly played on repeat desperately trying to understand how I had so completely misunderstood the events of 2006.

Hey, fellow fantasy nerds, I invite you to vibe along to this lesser known early 2000s fantasy banger 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Touch of Sweetness 9

Warnings: non/dubcon, mentions of crime, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: mob!Loki Laufeyson

Sister series to mob!Thor

Summary: you make a new friend, but that’s not all. (short reader)

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Your phone buzzes again. You’re starting to get annoyed. You’re trying to enjoy the day with Queenie and life just wants to bug you. 

The sunlight beams down around the gazebo as Queen lays on the bench. Through the arched window behind her, birds flit around and bugs buzz by. She looks terribly tired. 

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You ask as she yawns. 

“Oh, I’m fine,” she turns onto her side. “Just had... a long night.” 

“Huh, did you do something special?” You wonder. 

“No,” she shakes her head. “I just don’t sleep much. Oh well.” 

“Hm, did you try chamomile? Or a hot bath?” 

She shrugs. “It’s not your problem.” 

She rests her head on her bent arm and closes her eyes. The late morning is lazy. You’d like to bask in the stillness but your dang phone keeps going. 

“Sorry, I’ll be right back,” you hop up and slide your phone out of your pocket. She doesn’t react as you turn and flee down the steps. “Jada?” You answer after reading the display, “what’s wrong? Is it mom?” 

“Huh? What?” She sounds just as confused. “No, I’m just—I'm checking in. I wanted to make sure you’re okay.” 

“Me?” 

“Yeah.” She quavers unevenly. 

“Why?” 

She sighs, “because... you’re my sister and I haven’t seen you. So... I’m checking on you. Like geez, I can do nice things. I’m doing one right now.” 

Her frustration breaks through the flimsy mask of compassion. You exhale and watch a white moth flutter by. You hum. 

“You never care about me.” 

“No, I do,” she insists. “Of course I do.” 

“What did you do?” You challenge. You think you get it now. When she knows she goes too far, she’s nice. It usually gets her out of trouble with your parents. 

“N-nothing,” she squeaks. “God. You’re such a—good sister, I just want to make sure--” 

“I’m fine, okay?” You reply as paranoia creeps up your neck. “And you don’t have to worry about me because you never do. I’m hanging out with my friends. Shouldn’t you be with yours?” 

She scoffs. She’s silent for a moment, no doubt plotting her worst retort. She grumbles. 

“Well, you have fun with those friends,” she makes her voice extra sweet. 

You frown. What the heck is going on? Wait? Is she jealous? After all these years of treating you like a loser, of you being the hanger-on, is she really jealous? You almost laugh. 

“Alright, I will,” you stick out your tongue even though she can’t see it. “Bye.” 

“Um, bye, but--” 

You hang up. You look at the phone and scrunch up your nose. Something’s off. Jada never calls. Sure, she’ll text you to demand something, or accuses you of stealing her favourite hair clip, but she doesn’t call you. She certainly doesn’t check in. 

You put your phone on silent and back in your pocket. You go back into the gazebo as Queenie sits up, leaning against a column as she gazes through the window. You drag your feet over and sit at the other end. 

“Everything alright?” She asks. 

“I think...” 

“Oh? What do you mean?” She turns to you. 

“It was my sister.” You huff. 

“Is she okay?” 

“She’s fine. She’s... annoying. You know, she doesn’t want anything to do with me, ever, and now I have a friend, a great friend like you, she’s bugging me.” 

“Really? I thought she was mean to you.” 

"She is. Most of the time. But she calls me up acting all worried,” you harrumph. “She just doesn’t make any sense.” 

Queenie hums and looks back out at the whimsical garden. It’s just like Jada to ruin your day without even being there. Now you’re all anxious trying to figure out her game. 

“Loki brought you here...” she says. 

You flinch and look at her, “yeah?” 

She shrugs and averts her eyes. She stares off thoughtfully. Her forehead stitches. 

“I didn’t ask him to.” 

Your heart thrums, “you didn’t?” 

She shakes her head. 

“Oh, but... I’m sorry if I crashed--” 

“No, I don’t mind. I’m happy you came. I’m just thinking.” 

“Right,” you nod. “Thinking about... what?” 

She shifts and turns her back to the birds and the bugs. She tilts her head and her cheeks dimple. She rubs her index against her thumb. 

“How did Loki find you? If you weren’t expecting him?” 

You blink. You don’t know. “Well, we ran into each other at the coffee place. I just thought maybe it was a coincidence.” 

“Uh huh,” she clicks her tongue. “Does he know about your sister?” 

“About?” 

“That she isn’t very nice?” Queenie sniffs. 

You shrug. “I guess I might have mentioned it. I don’t know.” 

She leans forward and hunches over her lap. She props up her head in her hands and she squints. When she sits up, she looks determined. 

“He likes you a lot.” 

“He’s nice.” 

“He’s not,” she insists. “He doesn’t even like his own brother.” 

“He doesn’t? But Thor is so nice.” 

She hesitates then waves off the thought. “Well, they are brothers. You know how siblings can be.” She pinches her lower lip as she thinks. “When did your sister start acting strange?” 

“Come on, it’s just Jada being Jada. She likes to mess with me,” you snort as you start to see her logic. 

“When?” She asks again. 

She’s your friend. You have to be honest. 

“I got home yesterday and she was all... weird. Acting all... nervous. She even cleaned the clothes she ruined with my berries. And cleaned my room.” You explain. 

“She did that?” Queenie gasps. 

You nod, “yeah, see. That’s how she is. Typically. She just does mean things to me but now...” 

Her eyes narrow. “You should leave. On your own. Call a cab.” 

“What? Did I upset you?” You’re taken aback by here suddenness. 

“No,” she stands and grabs you by your arm. “I’m not mad. I’m doing this for you.” 

“Why? I don’t understand--” 

“Look, maybe I’m wrong but I really don’t think I am. I know Thor and his brother. I know how they are. You’re too sweet to see it and you should keep it that way.” She drags you across the gazebo. “You need to go.” 

“But--” 

She stops you and makes you face her. “He did it. Loki. No one just has a moment of regret out of nowhere, especially when they’ve been getting away with it for years. I know that better than anyone. Loki left yesterday rather quickly, didn’t he?” 

“No, what do you think--” 

“Maybe he just threatened her or maybe he really did hurt her...” Queenie says. 

You gulp. You think of Jada and how she winced. You never saw her afraid like that but last night, was like someone threw water on a cat. You don’t want to believe it but there’s really no other reason you can come up with. Coincidences are nice but your mother always says they don’t happen. 

“No, he wouldn’t--” 

“Ladies,” Loki’s slither undercuts your protest. 

You and Queenie freeze, sharing a look of panic. You turn to watch him strut along the pathway. She lets you go and elbows you. You smile. 

“My brother sent me out. He had some lunch prepared.” 

“Of course,” Queenie slips her hand down to yours. “We were just saying how peckish we are.” 

[all-with-angel]

Tumblr BETTER NOT DELETE THIS AGAIN.

Anyhow, here are some smut prompts that have been rotting my brain so now I'm sharing them with all of you:

MDNI. NSFW under the cut

Magical girl!Gojo x injured civilian!reader

Uh oh! After getting hit by one of the villains attacks, you're left corrupted with a brain that'll turn into mush without the proper treatment! Making you one of the villains braindead lackeys! Lucky for you, Magical Girl!Gojo will heal you right up with his super rainbow healing cum beam 😍!!

Demon King!Sukuna x Hero's Sidekick!Reader

The 'hero' left you to die after months of not ever appreciating the work you put in for the entire party, with your life in the hands of the infamous demon king, he gives your life purpose again. With all the love, respect and mindblowing sex you deserve 👍

Sold off!Gojo x Mafia boss!Reader

Now hear me out. Hear me out. The classic "I was sold off to a mafia boss to pay my fathers debts" except the roles are reversed and your Gojo is WAYYYY too into it. Maybe not as smutty and maybe more on the rom-com way of things but hes a desperate guy and will pound you into the mattress till daylight comes (as a thank you for taking such great care of him)

Kraken!Toji x Lighthouse keeper!Reader

It's lonely being stuck in a lighthouse everyday, but it's honest work to lead every kind of ship to safety. One night, you seem to lure something that isn't a ship to your lighthouse. (And yeah this one is for the tentacles. What about it.)

Ghostface!Gojo + Ghostface!Geto x Detective!Reader

You're close to finding out who the killer is, only to find out that there were two all along. And they want to pay you back for being such a good detective and finding their hideout.. In a secluded area.. with no one around for miles.. with no signal.. Did I mention your radio was broken?

Dilf!Sukuna + Milf!Yorozu x Reader

Imagine bagging a (RICH) married couple by being a broke and stressed out uni student 🤩 What a dream. Anyway, you come over to your best friend's house while they're out and spend some time getting to know their parents. Personally.

Also theres not alot of Yorozu content and I kinda want to change that

Nerdjo x Playboy/Jock!Reader

Your parents signed you up for tutoring lessons you didn't really care about, but hey, at least your tutor was cute. But the usually timid and bashful guy was getting fed up with your dismissive and lazy attitude, deciding that this session, he'd teach you a lesson you wouldn't forget.

Sentient Robot!Uraume x Creator!Reader

You demonstrate to the board of directors just how efficient your creation can be- Cooking, cleaning, fucking and laundry, they can just about do anything! (Yes, you two fuck in front of a crowd. They're very impressed after so it's fine!!)

Scientist!Shoko x Creation!Reader

She's keeping you, much to the chagrin of the board who want you gone. But how could she get rid of you? Her perfect little creation, always at her beck and call, always ready to help her relieve some stress by putting your head between her legs <3

Clones!Sukuna x Reader

Idk much about this one, all I know is that all three of them fuck you silly

Puppyboy!Toji x Kitty!Reader

Not much to say either, mostly thought about this because i KNEW what title I'd give it if I ever did write it. But I'm thinking stray pup that you took in and showed sweet love n care to, now hes big and grown thanks to you. Hes at that phase where hes just so needy and doesnt know where else to go to feel good except you, so when you finally relent and help him release all that pent up frustration, he cant get enough.

Had to rewrite this so it's way shorter than what i first wrote but thats ok 🫶 (think 2-3 paragraphs condensed into 1)

These are all nasty smh 😔 If anyone at all likes the sound of these do tell me your thoughts 👀 if any of them gives you inspiration to write something, please tag me!!

I give you all FULL permission to take these ideas and roll with them🙏

[angellily920]

Fake It Till You Break My Heart (Pt.1)

Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky x reader (Fake Dating AU! Enemies to Lovers!)

Masterlist

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: none

Part 1

A/n: I needed to get back into some Bucky. Inspired by The Spanish Love Deception by Elena Armas

"I'll be your date to the wedding."

The words hung in the air like a ticking time bomb. You would know that deep voice from anywhere. Your shoulders tensed up, and you didn't dare look behind you. The silence was almost painful. You stared at your half-eaten doughnut. The deep voice spoke from behind you again.

"If you need someone that badly, I''l go."

Your eyes drifted to Yelena, with whom you had conversed two seconds before. "Is he really there? Or am I just imagining things?"

Yelena's eyes drifted behind you before meeting yours again. "He's right behind you." She plastered on a smile and looked at the man behind you. "Hey, Bucky."

A soft grunt was heard behind you, but you still didn't bother turning around. "Yelena." His greeting was flat. He exhaled, a hint of which gently caressed your back. His voice came out in a deep rumble. "Do I need to repeat myself a third time?"

You took another bite of your doughnut nonchalantly. Ignoring him was good. Maybe if you pretended he wasn't there, he would disappear. He had no right cutting into your conversation. Especially since he hated your guts. And that was putting it lightly. Perhaps abhor was a better word? Either way, you couldn't believe the words that had come out of his mouth. He of all people, volunteered to go with you. He exhaled again, this time a little louder. You could hear his metal fingers clinking together softly as he opened and closed his fist.

"Alright, fine. I'll be your date to your sister's wedding."

You sat straighter in your chair. He would be your date? Yeah, that screamed trouble. You looked at Yelena and burst out laughing. Where did that idea pop out of? Your shoulders shook softly as you laughed. He grunted behind you.

"What's so funny?"

You snicker again. You still haven't turned around to meet his gaze. "Oh wow, you actually are funny. And here I thought you were only hard frowns and judgmental scoffs."

Yelena looks at Bucky, his lips were set in a hard line, before looking back at you. "Uh...I think he's serious."

You tap the table and take another bite of your doughnut, shrugging. He walks around so that he is now in front of you. His icey blue eyes stare down at you. "I'm completely serious. I'll be your date. You said it yourself." He slightly tries to imitate your voice. "I desperately need a date for my sister's wedding or I will be the talk of the town and at this point I might just get a hobo off the street." He straightens up. "You need me."

You snap your eyes up to meet his. His eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes were burning holes into your face. "I don't need you. Like I said, I'm sure the hobo off the street would gladly oblige."

This caused Bucky to scoff, and his hands clenched at his sides. "You're not serious."

"Oh, I am." You smiled at him sweetly, your eyes holding a fiery determination. He growled at that.

"Just think about it." His eyes roamed over your face one last time before he stalked away.

~~~~~ Three days. There were only three days before you had to fly out to Colorado for your sister's wedding, and you still didn't have a date. You ran your fingers through your hair in frustration, and Bucky's voice seemed to taunt you. You need me. You didn't need him. There were other people…except for the fact that they were all busy. And you just couldn't show up alone. You've already heard all the silent whispers and gossip. Poor girl, still single. Oh, she's still unmarried? Her younger sister is getting married before her? You could practically hear the people back in your hometown.

You decided it was best to go out for a much-needed cheesecake. You tugged on a hoodie and made your way out of the tower. The walk was fine, but looking at the clouds overhead, you hoped it wouldn't rain. You shook off the thought and entered the cheesecake place. You would think sitting alone at a table, shoving your mouth full of cheesecake, would be sad. and it kinda was, honestly, but you didn't really mind because the cheesecake was heavenly.

When you exited the shop, you groaned. Rain was pouring down, and you didn't have a jacket or an umbrella. Guess you would have to pull off the drenched rat look. You started your walk back to the tower, your shoes squelching against the concrete. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a very familiar black Camaro rolling its window down. You barely heard your name above the rain. You kept walking.

"Please, just get in the car."

You found yourself looking at a very dry Bucky in his car. He shot you a look that was less than friendly. You narrowed your eyes and shook your head. Bucky gripped the steering wheel tightly, and you swore he'd break it.

"Go home Barnes, I'm fine!" You called over the pouring rain. You looked ridiculous, getting soaked to the bone in the rain. A shiver may have passed through your body.

Bucky's jaw ticked and he exhaled. "Not if you catch freaking hypothermia! Car. Now." His voice left no room for argument. And was that a tingle down your spine? Absolutely not.

You walked over to his car angrily and yanked the car door open. You slid into the passenger seat, your clothes making a squeaky sound against the leather. He continued to drive as you rubbed your sleeve against the seat, causing a squeaky melody, wondering how long it would take for him to say something. It didn't take long.

"Have you considered my proposal?" He didn't glance at you, his eyes focused on the slippery road.

You sat in silence for a moment. You didn't really have anyone else, and here he was, volunteering. His hands shifted slightly on the steering wheel, causing his right arm muscles to scream against the fabric of his shirt. You may have stared for a second too long because Bucky cleared his throat and spoke again.

"Well?"

"Well, what Barnes?"

He exhaled sharply out of his nose. "Gosh, you are infuriating. The wedding. Your date."

"Oh…that." You squeaked against the seat as you repositioned. "Haven't given it much thought."

His metal hand tightened on the steering wheel, causing it to groan slightly under the pressure. "I can be your date." Firm. Irritated. That's how his voice sounded.

You clicked your tongue. "It's not that easy."

"Why not?" It was more of a bark than a question.

"Because…" You sighed. "It's not just a date I need. I need a fake boyfriend. You'd have to pretend to love me. And I doubt that's something you're capable of."

His jaw clenched tightly, and he hummed deeply. "I'm capable of a lot of things you don't know about." His voice came out in a deep rumble. "My acting skills are peak. I've gone on more undercover missions than you've seen rom coms."

You scoffed. "That's a ridiculously high number. I've seen a lot."

His face remained stoic. No twitch of the lips. Not so much as a noise escaped him. Stubborn, grumpy old man. You spoke again. "Besides…you never do something without gaining something in return."

"True." He growled out. "I have a congress ball tomorrow. I need a date."

Your eyebrows rose. "Ah…so that's why." You weighed your decisions. Public shaming from your small town if you attend the wedding alone, thus them all finding out you were lying about having a boyfriend. Or…bring Mr. Grumpypants along. "Fine." You gritted out. "I'll be your date for the dumb congress ball. And you be my fake boyfriend for the wedding."

You thought you saw his lips twitch slightly into a smile, but it vanished quickly. "Alright. Deal."

Now the only thing you needed to do was play nice with each other well enough to make people think you were dating. Not a problem at all.

[starryeyedstray]

"Do you remember that other RK800 at Cyberlife Tower?"

"Yeah, I remember your evil twin that held me at gun point. What about him?"

"Would you have shot him in the head if he was a human?"

"Of course not."

"Why?"

"Because-" Hank cut himself off.

Connor was watching him closely. His intent gaze betraying the amicable tone he had asked the question with. Instinctively, Hank's eyes flickered up to look at Connor's LED, but his head was turned away just enough so that he couldn't see it.

Hank put down the burger he had been eating feeling a sort of pressure. He wasn't one to mince words especially with Connor. Everything he said usually just slid right off of him. But lately he's noticed Connor taking the things he said with deeper consideration. It had him second-guessing himself. He fucking hated it.

"Because that would kill a human."

"But it's okay to kill an android?"

"That's not what I said," he quickly corrected. "He was trying to kill us. I did what I had to do to stop him. Besides, he wasn't like you."

"I'd say he was exactly like me before I started that investigation with you, Hank."

"Yeah, but he wasn't a deviant."

The silence that followed suggested that maybe Connor had doubts about that, but he didn't comment on it. "So because he wasn't a deviant, he wasn't alive. Therefore, it was okay to kill him."

Hank was getting frustrated now that he knew what Connor was getting at. He was suggesting that Hank was a hypocrite for blatantly killing an android when he claimed that they were alive.

"Look, I didn't kill him because he was an android. I killed him because he was trying to kill us and there was no other way to stop the bastard. Would have done the same if he was human. It's easy to incapacitate a human without killing them, but you gotta destroy an android to make them stop."

Connor looked down as he processed that. Hank wondered what color Connor's LED was spinning. He berated himself for relying so much on the damn thing, but lately Connor's face had been unnaturally neutral. Like he was withholding all the expressiveness he had been originally programmed with.

Connor finally fully faced him. Blue LED. Amicable tone. "I see." His LED flashed and he his eyelids fluttered the way it did whenever he received a message remotely. He straightened up. "I have to go now, Hank. I'm needed back at Jericho."

"Right." Hank watched as Connor began to turn away. "Hey, Connor."

Connor looked back at him.

"Is everything okay?"

Connor turned and gave him that signature Cyberlife android smile. Polite. Inoffensive. Disingenuous.

"Enjoy your meal."

-end-

idk i feel like once things settle down, i don't think connor and hank would be 100% buddy buddy. connor's got to figure out what being alive means and hank's gotta reevaluate his perception of androids. i think they'll be some growing pains in their relationship as they both continue to change as people.

i think at least in the beginning, connor spends a lot more time actually listening to what other's are saying and what that implies and internalizing that as he analyzes his own perceptions and emotions. which leads to him overanalyzing everything hank says and hank hating it because he's not used to filtering himself BUT he doesn't want connor to misunderstand anything. meanwhile, connor will default to politeness while he's processing things that may or may not bother him. his social programming usually provides him with appropriate reactions but he's sitting there pscyhoanalyzing those responses and defaulting to neutrality irl.

give it some time and i think EVENTUALLY we'll see them bickering and fighting all the time while still being ride-or-dies for each other.

[atangledfate]

Think with his head? That really was never his strong suit was it? Honestly it's why Eggman always lost because it made him so unpredictable. Not that he couldn't be smart when he put his noggin' to the task! But he preferred to think on his toes, and react to every situation in the moment! but he did get her concern, he could blurt things out sometimes. Often in an attempt to lighten a mood or in a moment of frustration. His mother use to say he got it from his father but he hated to believe that since he hated the man so much.

" ouch going right for the jugular eh, i can't say you aren't right though. It ain't like i ever intend to blurt thing's out... it just kinda happens... guess it's my darn ADHD... or something..."

" An, i've fought guys like that president and that general before. Those kinda creeps are always up to no good... can't stand people like that. They just wanna oppress people's freedom in the name of good but--- in reality they are just usin' that shit as an excuse! "

He huffed as that all seemed to be a sore spot, as if he'd been down this road once before.

" Last time i met guys like that ... It created Iblis and Mephiles... i'd rather stop them before we end up with a 2.0 of those two..."

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The beetle buzzed her wings as she watched the general's image vanish off the screen. Really she had to focus on her duty! she can worry about what those two were really up to later. but right now she couldn't worry about them, and must focus on getting people the help they need. She should probably get checked out herself despite the healing she got from that royal.

" While i think we can all agree with you on that one Princess ... But be that as it may... and like it or not. United Federation is still the ruling body here on Mobius. We have to comply on some level.. and right now i'm more worried about our people getting help... the cost isn't light but it if we must... we must "

She buzzed her way over to Lanolin with a stern gaze to give her acting orders as director.

" Lanolin i want you to gather up Surge, and get her ready for transfer once the proper paperwork and contracts arrive. Miss Odessa could you keep an eye on the border where our people will be moving in and out-- i doubt GUN would start anything but just in case. I'd appreciate an eye on both sides as tensions are so high right now. "

She fluttered over to Miles trying to measure up as a leader and really doing her best. But the stress was getting to her by the way her antenna would slump when she thought no one was watching her.

" Miles, can i enlist your aid? You have access to a legal Team, and i'd appreciate it if you can employ them to check the paperwork and make sure they aren't trying to use some legal loop hole or another. "

She finally addressed Blaze with her hands behind her back

" And thank you Princess... your aid has been invaluable... i hope you'll continue to be a presence until this situation is fully resolved... they'll be sending there legal representative... and i'd like you there when they arrive. If for no other reason then to dissuade any ill action against us... as for everyone else, you should focus on helping the transfer and getting our essential personal back on base! "

The sheep gave a Nod as she made her way out the door to find Surge and Sonic. While Miles already had his phone out making a call to some legal experts he had access to. Things were coming to a close and this scenario was almost over... Yet Jewel couldn't help but stare at the monitor with the GUN cruiser still floating threateningly over head--- this was a bold action by GUN and one that did not bode well for Restoration...

The blue hedgehog gave Surge a sideways glance as he didn't forget about that. It was just that--- so much had happened to him that not even Eggman knew it all. Starline just pumped her full of common info, and assumptions. He didn't know about his adventures in the story books, or about his godling father. He certainly didn't know what happened when he, shadow and silver defeated Solarius. His life might be known, but he was more then a bunch of text in a book.

" ... Then you know i'm good for my word... that's enough right? Heck i'm not even askin' for you to like me. I was happy enough that you and the kiddo were getting a chance to do your own thing... "

he sighed and placed his hands on his hips looking up at the GUN Ship.

" This whole thing sucks... I really wish you two had more time--- And i think we both would like a long talk with that general guy. But i've faced my share of tyrants, hacks, and evil overlords. That guy gives me the willies... both of them do... and that's not easy to do "

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The General remained Stoic as the princess simply iterated what they both already knew. Jewel's tactic was sound, but it was predictable and that alone spoke to Jewels lack of experience. She may have been a keen eyed business woman. But she wasn't a soldier, or a warrior and that was something Blaze and himself shared in common.

" I could have, but i'd honestly I'd like to resolve this in a timely manner. It does none of us any good to remain in this stalemate any longer then we must. Despite what you may think i want what is best for my World... "

He simply motioned with his hand in a dismissive manner

" Which is exactly the problem isn't it? How can we put our fate in the hands of someone so chaotic and undisciplined. I'm sure we'd agree on much more then we disagree on if things were different... as for The President... I hope he can do the things he claims but, he's as of yet untested... "

His one good eye turned to Odessa and acknowledged her without directly speaking to her. He seemed to assess her but his face was like stone and impossible to tell if he was concerned or if he found her threat to be just another annoyance.

" My men are all disciplined... they won't act unless ordered to. you can relax, if i wanted to cause you harm... we wouldn't be having this conversation and you must know that. As for your princess getting hurt--- If a foreign dignitary enters foreign lands uninvited ... i can't be held responsible for any ill that befalls them. In truth your presence could be seen as an act of War... be glad we make an exception for the aid you provided the resistance during the Phantom War "

He sighed to the Princesses desire and his eye shifted away as if he found this argument rather tedious. He understood what she wanted but until Thawn, gave him the go ahead his hands were actually tied. He wanted to explain that but he had a feeling she'd fight him every step of the way. So it was a good thing, that jewel came in almost as if on que. Her wings buzzing as she came into the room and interrupted the conversation.

" President Thawn and i came to an agreement... The blackade is to be opened to essential personnel and, we can begin moving the injured and, get our medical staff back on base! i'm sure the general will get these orders momentarily! "

" Indeed, i was just given a folder with new orders... congradulations Miss Jewel... I look forward to working with you in the future---in less stressful circumstances... Princess it was ... interesting, i hope this doesn't jade you to future talks "

[your-nanas-house]

Can you do cage sex with Joe??? He kidnaps you and then sexy stuff happens in the cage but at the end you realize he really isn't ever going to let you go? Thank you I LOVE your Joe fics

Yessss. Omg, thank you ♡ Sorry it took me so long 😭

Glass cage

◇ Pairing: Joe Goldberg x fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, Joe being Joe, kidnapping, glass cage, lies

◇ Summary: Y/n tries to escape by seducing Joe.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

Her head had hit the glass in frustration, the cold surface pressed against the warmth of her cheek. She had been locked since days now and started to get used to the routine.

Waiting, receiving, waiting, suffering, receiving.

She had been stuck in the waiting phase since probably hours, her hopes pretty low to see Joe enter the basement. But not zero.

The door opened, and a glimmer of light appeared on the dusty stairs. His footsteps were slow, he probably was carrying something with him as he made his way downstairs.

"Joe!" The young woman quickly beamed, pressing her hands against the glass in hope to see what the man was doing. To ease her heartbeat and fear.

Was he there to feed her again? Bring her a book? Good news? Free her?... hopefully.

"I brought you some more paper so you won't be out of it for your book. How is your writing going so far?" His voice filled the basement, making her tired mind realize she wasn't alone anymore. With all the time spent on her own and the continued planning to escape, she started to cope a bit to protect her from what was happening.

"Thank you.... yes, I've been writing some pages, but I'm stuck. I feel so lonely and guilty... for the way I treated you. You were just doing it for me, to protect me and help me, and I was just so...." Y/n stopped her voice, cracking during her lie. She really hoped that the bookseller wouldn't notice and just go along with what she was confessing.

Hopefully freeing her.

But of course, it wasn't that simple. His face mirrored a mix of confusion, uncertainty and hope. His doe brown eyes staring intently at her figure waiting for her to continue.

"Ungrateful. I'm sorry for that, Joe... I miss you, miss having you close.. I miss your cock" she whispered, pressing her body against the glass with a fake desperate facade.

The man in front of her was a complex instrument, a couple of wrong buttons and the symphony would change into a horrible thing. But with the right ones everything could go for the best.

"Could you ever forgive me? Please, Joe. We could starts everything from the beginning. Buy a house with a white fence, get a dog... kids" her tone got more pleading and soft, tears welling up in her eyes as a soft smile appeared on her face.

Joe didn't speak yet, his eyes following her as he looked up with hope and "love". His chest felt suddenly warm and everything felt right in his point of view. His slender fingers played with the keys, searching the right one so unlock the door.

His guard seemed still up as he opened it carefully, stepping inside and closer to her.

His expression was mimicking a puppy's one, his soft gaze piercing in hers as he hesitantly approached as if he thought he was in a dream. It wasn't a dream, though.

Y/n was still locked and was playing a dangerous game. A bad move and she could end up even worse, maybe six feet under.

"I'm so glad you can finally see it. We are meant to be, we always have... since you walked in the bookshop." He rambled out, his hands rested shakily on her hips to pull her into a hug. Their bodies flush against each other, fabric rubbing softly together as their perfumes mixed together.

A hesitant look up to meet his brown eyes and their lips were locked in a kiss. A kiss that seemed now almost foreign, different from the ones they shared before the disaster. It was needy, passionate yet tender and vulnerable just like Joe's touch.

The door was still open, just leaned, a clear message of possible freedom. The mere thought was enough to inject adrenaline in Y/n's veins, her lips moving more fiercely against his. One of her hands tangled in his brown curls while the other started to unbutton his shirt. She dreamed about freedom, she couldn't bear staying in that glass cage for any longer.

Her hands worked quickly on his belt, unbottoning and unzipping, before moving her hand in them. Her palm pressed against his hardening crotch, causing the man to whimper in pleasure.

His brown eyes flattered shut for a moment as to take in the sensation of having her hand again on him.

"Always wondered how—" Y/n started, shutting herself when her lips pressed against Joe's. Her movements increased in speed, stroking now his erection through the soft fabric of his underwear. Meanwhile his hand had slipped in her pants as well, rubbing her clit as he peppered kisses wherever he could.

It didn't take much time for the man to squirm and move her hand away, already too close to the climax. They hadn't fucked in a while and Joe wanted it to be more than 8 seconds or a couple of minutes, nutting on her hand like a teenager. He wished to be inside her, feel her, trust her.

In little time Y/n's face was against the cold glass of the cage, legs spread as Joe's cock kept thrusting between her folds. His hands pressed hers against the surface as he kept grunting in her ear, repeating as a mantra 'I love you' when he reached his climax.

And... then the door got locked again. Locking her there again.

"Joe?" Y/n's voice broke, her eyes wide as she watched him, now fully dressed. His brown watery eyes pierced hers as he smiled goofily, hearth beating like crazy.

[effietrinket1619]

lanternfam tiktok chaos

So, by this point, everyone knows Hal has an ex that he's on frankly horrible terms with. but-

the video opens with Kyle and Hal in a legit screaming match, Jess is clearly filming from around the corner, and-

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU MARRIED HIM TWENTY-THREE TIMES?"

"WE WEREN'T LEGALLY MARRIED IN THOSE CORNERS, OKAY? IF I WANTED TO GET MARRIED ON MY HOME TURF, AND THEN HIS OLD STOMPING GROUNDS, AND THEN EVERYWHERE ELSE WE HAPPENED TO VISIT-"

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU DATED HIS DAUGHTER, KYLE."

"TWENTY-THREE TIMES, HAL!"

"AND TWICE TO JOHN, BUT YOU DON'T SEE ME BRINGING THAT ONE UP EVERY OTHER TUESDAY!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU AND JOHN GOT MARRIED?"

Jess ducks behind the corner again. there is never an explanation for this. ever.

i am HOWLING over this

The visuals focused while the audio bled in slowly, the cadence of a heated argument clear even if the words were anything but. Jess was giggling behind the camera as the debate reached new heights.

"--twenty-three times, Hal! What the hell were you two doing? Did the Guard--"

"Of course they knew, Kyle! This was before the law that forbade relationships, you idiot!"

Hal and Kyle, standing close together with their faces alight because of this entire debacle, were trading barbs with each other. Kyle in particular looked like he wanted nothing more than to throw Hal out of the window. "You got married to that asshole twenty-three times and you didn't think to tell us?"

Hal threw his hands up in the air. "You never asked!"

"Oh! Sorry then, I didn't realise I had to ask to know the sordid details of the great Hal Jordan's life! I'm asking now! What the hell is wrong with you?" Kyle bellowed.

Jess didn't think she'd quite seen Kyle this angry in her life. Then again, he was always full of surprises.

With a scowl, Hal grumbled, "You want the long answer or the short answer?"

"Long, obviously!"

"I..." Hal rubbed a frustrated hand over his face. "Okay. Listen, it was just diplomacy at first and then it kinda spiralled outta control so now we're here. Really, you're making a big deal of nothing. It's not like we're living together or anything."

"Yeah," Kyle hissed, "I'd sure hope so considering the guy tried to kill me!"

Waving a hand flippantly with a scowl, Hal said, "He's tried to kill all of us. You're being dramatic."

"I'm--" Kyle turned straight to Jess, eyes wild and radiating fury. "You're hearing this bullshit, right? Like, you're getting all of this too?"

Jess's thumbs up was visible for the camera, although the shaking made it extremely clear that she was just barely holding herself together for this. Hal groaned. "Can we please drop this? He's not exactly a great husband."

"Yeah. I can imagine, Hal." Kyle stopped short, looking a little unwell for a moment. "Oh God, I dated your stepdaughter."

Hal rolled his eyes. "Yeah, and that ended so well. Hypocrite."

"No!" Kyle jabbed a finger at Hal, pushing him back half a step with all of the audacity in the world. "No, you don't get to talk! I didn't marry her twenty-three times!"

"It wasn't a weird thing back then!" Hal said hotly. "We married each other all the time for diplomacy shit! I married John, like, twice!"

Kyle's voice cracked right down the middle. "John?"

"And Guy! We're all married to each other!"

"Oh my God. Oh my God." Kyle slumped into a chair. Jess was audibly losing it behind the camera, the screen shaking so violently the image was more or less ruined. "You...oh my God. You're in a fucking polycule."

"Sure. Whatever the hell that means."

Burying his face in his hands, Kyle gave a very distressed, very strangle sort of cry that sounded suspiciously close to a sob. "'Whatever that means,' he says. He's married to John and Guy and he doesn't give a shit. This entire time. This entire time, Hal?"

Hal, thoroughly over this, turned to Jess with incredulity written all over his face. "He's overreacting, right? Like, come on. I married a bunch of people back in the day."

Jess, almost entirely unable to choke out an answer through her genuine tears of laughter, responded with, "You--maybe you should've-should've told us?"

He crossed his arms, petulant. "Maybe you should learn how to ask first."

Kyle sobbed again.

[royalredry]

My two cents on the Thunderbolts stuff because I'm seeing way too much BS on my feed. BTW, I really don't want to get into an argument. This is just my opinions. I'm perfectly willing to take criticism if I say something wrong (and I'm sorry if I do), but this is just me putting my opinions out there. Feel free to add your own in reblogs or comments.

Long rant and Thunderbolts* spoilers beneath the cut. THIS IS AN OPINION PIECE, THIS IS ONLY MY OPINIONS. But I will be discussing some topics I'm not knowledgeable in, so if someone who is knowledgeable in those topics or belongs to the community discussed spots something wrong that I have said, please tell me immediately and I will gladly take the post down.

Sam Wilson did nothing wrong.

The poor dude has been fighting on his journey to Captain America since TFATWS. Hell, since ENDGAME. Since Steve GAVE HIM THE SHIELD. CABNW was awesome in my opinion (not perfect but everything has flaws) because it showcased a critical part of Sam's character. He does not want to be under the control of the government. He does not like the government having a say in what enhanced people do. WHICH HAS BEEN PART OF HIS CHARACTER SINCE HIS INTRODUCTION!!

It's why he helped Steve in CATWS. It's why he was on Steve's side in CACW. He went on the run for years with his friends to basically say "fuck the government". And he's got a point!

So of course he's not happy about the New Avengers, a group of criminals and misfits, being run by the government. It goes against an integral part of his character.

And I also do think he's been pushed back way too much. I feel bad for both Sam the character and for Anthony Mackie. It's not right for Marvel to be under recognizing a well-written, complex, understandable black character like Sam, he deserves better (I say this as a white person.). It's not right for Sam to be facing doubts from people in-universe because of his race, and it's not right for Marvel to favor the white characters over Sam specifically, as they have done well with other black characters. At least according to my perception, but I am not a black person and I cannot speak for any POC on this matter. I apologize to black MCU fans if I worded this in a completely wrong or offensive way.

This is not to say that, in my opinion, the characters of the Thunderbolts don't deserve recognition. They do. BUT Sam needs it more. Sam doesn't deserve to be portrayed as unreasonable because he's mad that this New Avengers team is being favored more by the government (if not by the public) than he, Joaquin, and presumably the new team HE'S gathering or wants to gather are. I agree with him there.

Suing for the Avengers name? I'm not sure what that's about. If he's taking Valentina and the government running the New Avengers to court, that makes more sense than suing the members themselves. But the message I'm getting from the entire situation is Sam's disdain for the government-run team. Which, given his character, I understand. And I also understand if he's frustrated that a group of mostly white misfits (I'm not entirely sure what Ava counts as, I'm sorry) is being favored by the government over him, the official Captain America, a well-deserving man who was hand-picked by Steve Rogers himself. Sam deserves all the recognition and I will proudly defend his character.

Now for the Thunderbolts.

I loved their movie. I thought it was great, just like I thought BNW was great. I love the team's dynamic and I love the mental health message (btw people this is not the first time Marvel has dealt with mental health, go watch Moon Knight, or even Wandavision, it deals with grief and the inability to move on).

Was the movie good? Yes. Was it flawed? Fuck yes. It's not perfect. Nothing Marvel has ever made is perfect (except maybe Ragnarok /not srs). It has flaws. But it still has value.

Killing off Taskmaster? Ehhhh. She should have stayed longer IF her death was necessary. Bucky's attitude towards Sam being pissed? Ehhh. Maybe he's playing a long game against Valentina. We don't know! We can't make assumptions about the story behind that. But we can definitely be critical.

But I still loved this movie.

None of them are good people. None of them should BE Avengers. All of them have done horrible things, though under different circumstances:

Alexei and John did shitty things for their respective governments of their own free wills. Alexei was involved with the Red Room which fucked up so many kids, and John completely undermined Steve choosing Sam as his successor and then brutally abused his power.

Bucky and Yelena were spies and assassins while under the control of others; Bucky with Hydra of course, and I believe Yelena was under brainwashing with the Red Room too, but I haven't watched Black Widow in a while and my memory is dogshit.

Ava...I'm sorry, but I don't remember what her deal is. It's been ages since I watched Ant-Man and the Wasp. But she's not a good person either.

These people should not be a legitimate team, and that's what I find interesting about them. They're a bunch of screwed-up losers and criminals who are now forced to be the second coming of a team that the entire world looked up to. That makes it fun, and it'll be interesting to see how that progresses. But they DEFINITELY shouldn't be favored over Sam. He's CAP. He is Captain America. He deserves recognition, whether with his own team or just with Joaquin or whatever.

Now, about the Thunderbolts vs. Sam's Possible Team thing:

The members of the Thunderbolts (besides Bucky and John) don't know Sam Wilson. Alexei and Yelena both act like he's being unreasonable and dumb. Which makes sense for their characters...because they don't know him. They don't know his concerns, they don't know his past against the government. I think Yelena might understand if she knew him, but I don't think Alexei would. Ava doesn't know Sam either, but I don't remember if she says anything about him. John's a dick and he never got along with Sam anyway. Bucky...I think Bucky should be sticking up more for his friend. It's kinda OOC for me. But we don't know what's transpired between Sam and Bucky in the 14 months since the events of Thunderbolts transpired. Something deeper could be going on.

Do I agree with the people defending Bucky like he's an absolute angel who has done nothing wrong and treating Sam like a crazy person? Fuck no. Get that shit out of here. Bucky should not sit back and do nothing after watching his friend struggle to be respected as the next Captain America when all people believe Captain America should be is a blonde, blue-eyed white boy (no hate to Steve).

Do I agree with people saying John should have been the legitimate Captain America? NOOOOOOOOO!!! Who is saying that??? The entirety of TFATWS and Thunderbolts showed how he would NOT be even a remotely good Cap!!!!

Do I agree with people hating on Bucky and the Thunderbolts* team/movie as a whole? Partially. People do have good points. Like what I said about Bucky, and how Marvel is pushing back Sam and Anthony Mackie. Anthony deserves more respect and appreciation as an actor (I can't imagine the MCU without his Sam Wilson), and Sam deserves his place as a respected Captain America. But I don't hate Bucky's character. I don't hate Thunderbolts, the team or the movie. It's flawed. But so is everything. Nothing is perfect, and imperfect things have value. You don't have to support one thing or the other.

AND SPEAKING OF IMPERFECT, LET ME GET A CHANCE TO RANT ABOUT THE STATE OF THE MCU AFTER THUNDERBOLTS!!! Because this is something I'm incredibly insecure and anxious about (disclaimer, that's the only reason I'm writing this part. If you're only here for the Thunderbolts rant, stop reading now).

(TLDR: The MCU is not a dumpster fire but it's definitely very flawed and that's okay, also a lot of my own opinions)

People say the MCU is back with Thunderbolts* (kinda disregarding DP&W but okay), but you know what I think? To me, the MCU isn't the dumpster fire that some of the fandom says. It's not great, but it's not THAT bad.

This is not me defending Marvel as a company, or saying everything they make is wonderful (it is not, Love and Thunder was pretty shit), or saying that the MCU doesn't have issues, or anything like that. What I'm saying is this:

If a franchise as big as the MCU hits the mark all the time, wouldn't it be a little...unexciting?

It's good for a franchise to have highs and lows. And that's what Marvel has, highs and lows. Some highs are higher than others. Some lows are lower than others. We've had lows before Endgame, and we've had highs after. When you have lows, that means there's room to grow and improve, which is good for ANYTHING.

Look at other franchises. Take for example my favorite: Transformers.

The fourth and fifth Micheal Bay movies were not great. That was a low. But ROTB and TF: One were GREAT. That's going back up again.

My point is that I don't think the MCU is going to be good all the time. Nothing is perfect, and every single franchise is going to have stuff that is good and stuff that is garbage. And it hasn't been that irredeemably horrible. I've liked some stuff Marvel's been putting out.

I've watched every post-Endgame movie barring Eternals and The Marvels. Most of them were at least decent. Some were not (Love and Thunder, I'm looking at you).

I've watched every post-Endgame TV show barring She-Hulk, Echo and Ms. Marvel (although I'm planning to watch Ms. Marvel and no, I haven't watched DD: Born Again, that does not count as post-Endgame since it's a continuation). I thought all of them were at least good.

I'm excited for Fantastic Four and Avengers: Doomsday!! Yes, EXCITED!!! I feel like a little kid again discovering my love for superhero movies.

Has Marvel made bad decisions? Yes. Absolutely. Here's a list of just some:

Their disrespect to Sam's character and to Anthony Mackie. GIve him the spotlight he deserves. Both the character and actor deserve better.

Love and Thunder. These people tried way too hard for the movie to be Ragnarok.

Their handling of Kang (MY OPINION). If they wanted Kang to be the MCU's next big villain, they could have set him up a little better even before the whole Jonathan Majors thing. He didn't feel like that big of a deal in Loki, he felt more like a plot device. And, regarding Quantumania, DON'T USE WHAT LOOKS LIKE THE MOST THREATENING INCARNATION OF YOUR MAIN VILLAIN IN A ONE-OFF MOVIE APPEARANCE!!! And if you do, at least set up his return in a way that says "I have more to do here". That's what they did with Loki's appearance as the big bad of Avengers 1. Kang's variants were just strange and confusing, not threatening. The Skrulls in Secret Invasion felt like more of a threat and they were so fucking confusing that I got a headache trying to puzzle out that show. Kang did not feel like he brought anything big to the table. Doom will be more interesting, in my opinion. I like the idea of a villain striking out of complete nowhere. Also, I'm not well-versed in the comics yet, but I love Doom from what I know so far.

Their casting for Doom? I'm a little on the fence about this one. On one hand, Victor von Doom is Romani, and it's a big part of his character. They should have casted a Romani actor to play him. On the other hand, there's a lot they can do with RDJ as Doom, and I'm pretty excited.

Marvel has done these things not well. But Marvel has also done things RIGHT:

Their handling of Black Panther after the death of Chadwick Boseman (may he rest in peace). Shuri growing into the new Black Panther and queen was a wonderful arc and I think they did it beautifully.

Their introduction of new characters. Moon Knight? I love him. Billy in Agatha All Along? Awesome. America Chavez was also pretty cool. And Namor was interesting.

LOKI'S NEW ROLE AS GOD OF STORIES??? My lord, that entire show was amazing.

Deadpool and Wolverine. I mean, seriously. The dynamic between the two? Logan's fucking costume? The return of Blade? CHANNING TATUM'S GAMBIT????

I'm sorry but I don't have any place to rant about this stuff. My point is that Marvel does things well and does things bad. Ups and downs. But that doesn't mean the MCU is an irreparable dumpster fire and we should give up on it. Nor does it mean that it's been steadily great and Marvel has nothing to fix. And the company has probably done shitty stuff beyond the franchise that I don't know about because I live under a fucking rock and I'm happy about that. BUT THIS IS NOT ABOUT THAT.

What it means for me is that I will continue to watch Marvel stuff. I like the MCU, and I LIKE liking the MCU. I'm excited to see where it goes, and I'm so fucking pumped for Doomsday that when the casting announcement came out I screamed like a little girl in front of my mother.

Am I saying people aren't allowed to be critical? Of course not. Everyone has their own opinions, and most opinions (barring absolutely ridiculous ones like the Sam haters) are completely valid. Hell, I would probably agree with a lot of MCU criticisms if a list was presented to me. But this is just my opinion. I can't speak for anyone but myself.

My opinions are valid. Yours are valid. Fans aren't going to agree. Fandoms will always have sides that clash. Movie franchises can't hit the mark every time for everybody. The MCU has a ton of issues. Sam Wilson deserves more respect. Not everybody can be pleased. And there is currently a copy of Charlie And The Chocolate Factory on my bed. These are all facts of life.

My final thoughts? The MCU isn't horrid but isn't fantastic. I'm excited for Doomsday, it's gonna be fucking sick. Fantastic Four looks interesting. Sue and Johnny actually look related in the posters. And I am happy being a fan of the MCU. I won't always be a fan, but it makes me happy, and I need that in my life.

Comments are welcome, criticism is welcome, your own opinions are welcome, but please don't scream at me. I'm perfectly willing to have a civilized conversation about our opinions, but ffs, please be chill.

I should probably get out of interacting with this fandom honestly. Drives me crazy. I'm happy just enjoying what I enjoy without exposing myself to other people's opinions and then doubting myself because of them.

Okay, that's it. This took me over an hour to get all my thoughts out.

Good night, Tumblr.

And again, Sam Wilson deserves better.

[dzvelinaskebiyars]

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Pov: you saved a stray cat and want to keep it(*´▽`)ﾉ tagging: @shintaru @scareeemonstaah dividers: @dollywons

Wooin:

He knew you loved animals, so much. You'd probably choose some stray dog over him but gosh, he thought it was clear that he doesn't want to take care any animal.

Guess he was wrong to think that.

You just came back home, calling his name happily and he rushed to see you too but the furry ball in your hands caught his attention immediately. It was a cat. Kitten, to be more specific. It had orange grey furr and big green eyes, comfortably resting in your hands.

"What is that?" He asked with a sigh, already knowing the answer you'd give him.

"A kitten! Isn't he so cute? So adorable?" You said, petting the kitten gently like it could break under smallest pressure.

"I can see what is that. But why did you bring it here?" He questioned you again and before you could answer, he continued. "If you wanted a cat, I could have just bought it. Why would you bring dirty stray cat?"

"Don't say that." You said in scolding tone, bringing the kitten to your chest like it was your own child. "His leg was stuck so I helped him and brought it with me because I didn't have any food nor money on me." You walked past Wooin, who looked like stressed out mom, and went in the kitchen. "I'll feed him here."

"And then let him go, right?" He asked with fake smile, but it immediately dropped when you just looked at him and smiled back without saying anything. He couldn't hold back a groan that came out of his throat - you are going to keep him and he knows he's going to be the one paying for whatever it will need.

Less to say, Wooin wasn't pleased by that cat. Heck, he even called it biohazard which resulted in him getting smacked by you. Despite that, he gave you money you needed to take your beloved cat to vet and got him vaccinated.

To be entirely honest, Wooin didn't complain much. It kind of surprised you. Oh well, if we exclude the times when the kitten pissed on his hoodie that he picked out to wear, which frustrated Wooin to no end. It got worse when the kitten pissed in his car and hence, poor furry ball wasn't allowed in his Mustang anymore.

Ofc you bought sand for your kitten and teached him where his bathroom was. You were so passionate about rising him, always feeding him right on time, cleaning his sand, buying him toys and no matter what he did, you were patient with him. Most of all, you looked happy.

Seeing that, Wooin couldn't bring it in himself to neglect the kitten himself. He wasn't doing anything major honestly, just letting the kitten sleep in his lap and sometimes playing with him if Wooin was in the mood.

"You love him too, don't you?" You asked Wooin one day, pointing at the kitten in your arms while giving Wooin your brightest smile.

Wooin looked up from his phone, stared at you for a few seconds then glanced to kitten and sighed. "No, I just don't mind him that much."

"So you love him~" You sing-songed, purposely getting on your boyfriend's nerves.

"Y/n--"

"Yes you do! You even let him sleep with you." You protested, recalling the sight of Wooin sleeping with cute grey cat snuggling in his neck. "So this kitten is yours too now."

He didn't complain anymore, just letting out small "fine" but you definitely heard it. Not like it wasn't already his considering you bought everything with HIS money for some stupid kitten, but yeah no reason to complain now. Maybe, yeah, he didn't want anything else added to his responsibilities but surely he could handle two cats (one you and second the kitten). But still, there was a line he wouldn't cross. "I'm not cleaning his shit though."

"Oh..." You exhaled. "So you don't like to clean his shit...." His eye twitched slightly, knowing whatever was gonna come out of your mouth was something he wouldn't like. "But you clean up after Joker's butt-"

"That's it."

In the end, you kept a kitten but I'm not sure about your ability to walk...

Joker/Hajun:

On warm sunny day, which was supposed to be comforting, your lovely boyfriend rushed outside from his house, leaving his brothers with tons of questions but he would apologize to them later. Now, he was bisy running as fast as he could to the location you shared with him.

Why did she just share her location without saying anything else? Was she attacked? Kidnapped? Is she asking for help? She must be. This is Hajun's thought process right now.

And as he took the turn, he finally saw you - kneeling down, your head down as you were looking at something. His eyes immediately scanned for any suspicious person close to you, highly alerted and waiting for an attack but---

"Hajun, you're here! Look who I found!" You beamed at him happily, showing him the cute white kitten you just found.

Hajun stopped in his track, panting and scanning you with his eyes, then looking at you like you grew four heads when he realized that you were just fine but soon his brain processed that you shared your location because of a kitten.

"Did it scratch you?" He asked.

Your happy expression immediately dropped into confused one. "No?"

"Then did it bite you?"

"No, what-why are you even asking that?! Does she look evil to you?!" You questioned him, checking him up and down with bombastic side eye like he personally offended you.

"Then you aren't hurt, right?" He asked, mostly to reassure himself.

"No Hajun, I'm fine." You sighed. "I just shared my location because this cutie," you turned your attention to the kitten in your hands. "was stuck and I couldn't get her out. But I managed to before you came here."

Hajun stared at you then at the kitten, it had two different eye colors - right was green and left was blue - she kinda reminded him of Vinny, with heterochromia and paleness.

"Is her injury bad?" He asked. "We could take her to vet."

"Nah, she's thankfully fine. But yeah it's better to visit the vet just in case!" You spoke before slyly looking up at Hajun. "So...This means we're keeping her, right?"

Hajun hesitated for a moment. He doesn't have anything against kitten but...Can he take care of her, puppy, his brothers and you at the same time? But, my god, all the worrying thoughts disappeared once you looked at him with those eyes, those cute pleading eyes that he'd gladly start wars for.

"...Yeah." He answered, watching how your face immediately lit up in joy. Gosh, how could he even think of saying no to you?!

Guess his youngest brother will get the cat he wanted! And Hajun?....He'll manage somehow. For you.

Hyuk:

Such a lovely rainy day, the sound of rain droplets hitting the surface was so amazingly calming to the point that Hyuk thought he'd get good nap in your shared bed. But you...had other ideas.

Hearing the unstoppable banging on the door as if someone was getting murdered, Hyuk immediately got up and walked towards the door rather calmly, thinking it was probably that annoying old woman you two had unfortunate luck to have as a neighbor but no, it was you, soaked and holding black furry ball - kitten, in your arms as if to shield it.

"Gosh, it's raining so heavily!!" You exhaled, immediately taking your heels off and throwing your bag god knows where, you were just glad it was finally off your shoulders.

"A kitten?" Hyuk tilted his head to the side to get a better look. The kitten had black furr, scared black eyes, breathing unevenly. It immediately hid its face in your arms after seeing Hyuk. Gosh he really should brush his hair after he gets out of bed...

"Yup! I found him on the streets. He was freezing in the rain, Hyuk." You spoke while hugging the poor kitten, who was still trembling from the merciless cold outside.

"I see.." He hummed, leaning in to get the better look but the kitten kept avoiding making eye contact with him. "Seems like he hates me already."

You shook your head with a chuckle. "Nooo, he's just not used to you yet. In this state, he would be scared of anyone." You put your slippers on and put the kitten down on the floor. He took his time sniffing everything, carefully observing rooms, processing his sudden change of location. Or maybe poor kitten went in another room because Hyuk was watching it like it was some kind of laboratory subject yet to be analyzed.

"You're keeping him? Or are you gonna let him go outside later?" Hyuk turned to face you but you were too busy trying to hold back your laughter at his messy appearance.

"Um...Ke-keep him of-pft-" You couldn't even finish the sentence as you burst out laughing. While Hyuk stared at you like confused child.

His hair looked like it went through hurricane, tornado and electrocution at the same time, his drool was still on his cheek and his eyebrows were so messy. Heck, he even looked like he still hasn't mentally woken up.

"No wonder kitten was scared. You look like you escaped asylum." You snorted, giggling at his frown. "Go back to bed and I'll come back too. I have to go to bathroom first to remove my makeup." You spoke up again, walking towards the bathroom doors.

"Mhm, okey." Hyuk rubbed his left eye before taking steps towards the bedroom again and when he entered, he saw the kitten, looking at him with wide scaredy eyes while Hyuk was equally as shocked.

....

This stupid cat pissed on his bed.

[saras-almanac]

you saying that "eddie literally gets everything handed to him and never faces any consequences" when he literally lost custody of his son and his job and his home this season. just say your a bt fan and hate eddie and move on.

I'm going to be real with you, this is hilarious to me in so many ways because these are the tags from my not wanting Eddie as captain ever post... But I'm going to try and be less snarky than I want to be when I say that Eddie has literally never faced a single consequence for any of his actions/decisions on this show--not professionally, personally, internally, or even just painted as in the wrong within the show itself. This is quite literally the second time that Eddie has left the 118 on a whim and then is able to come back just as easily on a whim.

But I don't feel like going into the entire history of eddie diaz right now, so we'll just focus on what you said in regards to this sesaon (season 8)--that eddie "lost custody of his son, his job, and his home this season." Here's the thing, he didn't lose anything. He made choices that had consequences (briefly) that he was supposed to work through and sort out. Which... he didn't.

He didn't lose custody of his son--Christopher saw his father with a woman who looked just like his dead mom and realized he'd been cheating on his dad's girlfriend he had grown attached to (again) and Chris chose to leave and go spend the summer with his grandparents in Texas because he didn't want to be around Eddie right now. That was completely down to Eddie's actions--of which he never really apologized and send Buck in at the end of season 7 to try and convince Chris to stay instead of talking about anything. And they had zero talks about anything in season 8 that I remember. I think the only time it's really mentioned by Eddie what he did was to the priest? Instead, the entire season revolves around how terrible Eddie's parents are for "taking Chris from Eddie" instead of "why isn't Eddie confronting his failure with Chris last year to work at making it better."

He didn't lose his job or house--he gave up his job at the 118 to move to Texas to be nearer to his kid to try and repair their relationship. Not that he did really. He just showed up to a chess match and then decided Chris was moving back in with him, but it's all framed around Eddie's parents and their treatment of Chris and Eddie. I'm not saying that it was wrong or that there couldn't be layers to it, but the main reason Chris left was literally never mentioned to or talked about with Chris. I honestly don't even remember Chris ever saying out loud at any point this season his frustrations with his dad or anything that happened.

But all of that aside, what happened in the last few episodes of the season? Eddie easily and quickly repairs his relationship with his son, gets to just come back to the 118 on a whim when he's actively a civilian right now (again breaking major rules and regulations that I can ignore a little for the sake of the TV show), and gets his house back because Buck immediately moved out. So even if you want to argue that eddie "lost" so much stuff this season, he didn't learn anything or grow really, and got everything he wanted and more back with very little effort on his part. And that is boring to me, so I don't enjoy Eddie's character because they've literally done nothing with him for years. (But that's a different post)

And yes, I am a BuckTommy shipper because I like Buck and adore Tommy and think they really found a really great partner for Buck to actually show him settling into his personal life--if they want to go there in season 9. I don't see Eddie as a road block or challenge or something that might "get in the way" of a BuckTommy reunion, so I'm not sure what you think that has to do with my frustrations over Eddie and why I would be livid if Eddie somehow becomes Captain in season 9.

[catelyngrant]

I will admit that, after last week's FEAST, I flew a little too close to the sun* with expectations for this week's double feature. That's on me.

Random and disorganized thoughts/spoilers!

The good:

Okay so first don't get me wrong, Deborah and Ava being The Worst while fighting but then even more obnoxious when not fighting is everything??? Their lunch with Jimmy and that little stairwell scene were just delightful and their honeymoon era is delicious to watch as a viewer/shipper but also I feel like anyone who has to deal with them regularly would not be convicted by any jury for whatever ends they may be driven to.

DJ is always a slam dunk. The "you ruin everything" territory was covered so well during the NA scene last season that it felt like frustrating ground to retread (see below) but I DID love her using the grandma access trump card. She had that speech prepared and I respect it.

Grandma Deborah/Aunt Deborah was so soft in the moments Jean let it be, and I really, really loved both those moments and how carefully she chose them.

DJ telling Ava why she chose her as godmother was so, so, so lovely and a scene I've wanted for a long time.

DJ's belief system is kind of mine too, tbh? And obviously obsessed with her using Catholicism as a D'Jewelry peddling scheme. It's always nice to see her and Deborah bonding through bitchiness, too.

Marcus's hair growing back was maybe the funniest thing in both episodes; that, or Jurassic Park (organ version).

I really, really loved the Mayor Jo storyline! The scene where they talk at her house is really a surprisingly beautiful one, and I appreciated so much how both actresses played it.

Nina is a chaotic nightmare as always and while I want to sleep on the childfree storyline, when she dropped "I'm worried you're not going to have kids" in the kitchen I absolutely lost it.

The not so good:

We get it: everyone wants to be on Hacks! Cameos galore! Alllll the (white) actors! The show is better when it has a core cast and deploys guest starts strategically, and that hasn't been the case this season. Dance Mom was funny and relevant at first; I'm done now (Julianne Nicholson's performance notwithstanding). Seth Rogen is great, and sure, let's stick Kiki in there for a hot second to be window dressing as an afterthought. Marcus's two scenes really only made me remember how much they didn't ever follow through on his complicated relationships with Deborah or Ava. I really, really hope that season five remembers what—apart from the Deborah and Ava of it all—made the show so special and successful to begin with.

That doesn't mean bring Marty back, though. It means get rid of Bob Lipka, please and thank you! As soon as Deborah walked into the house and saw that box, my heart sank.

Backing up: Deborah's scene at the christening didn't ring true. A) her scene with DJ at the NA meeting last season covered the "you ruin every event for me" both beautifully and explicitly, and even if it hadn't, the combination of a) just...why? It felt so forced, but also b) she is a VERY PUBLIC FIGURE right now and well aware of the stakes that come with that! That's a wholeass plot point!

The Jimmy and Kayla of it all...argh. I'm so mixed. On the one hand, I'm so, so ready for Paul Downs to get to play the absolute fucking breakdown that's been years in the making, but on the other hand, I just don't give a fuck about so much of it. It feels like another overplayed hand.

Part of me actually did think it would be kind of funny/tragic/interesting if that dog bite fully kills him? Like...they could do something with that! (They won't, but they could!)

I'm not sure how I feel about the "Deborah's flown too close to the sun" arc? The success is thrilling, we know that, we've seen versions of that montage...it does, though, feel like an interruption of the "Deborah realizes that Late Night is no longer her dream and s5 is all about her and Ava figuring out what their dream is and making it come true" arc that it feels like has been building so steadily and beautifully?

And dear LORD pls do not put her and Ava at odds again, I see Ava's valid suspicion but I need that dealt with and squashed stat. Ideally in a way that involves an "I love you" being dropped bc I have money on that being Said Out Loud by the end of the season.

Seriously, I do not want Bob fucking Lipka to be a thing and I'm very mad that he is, however predictable it was.

I will be rewatching, as always, and I'm sure there's more (especially about the Winnie of it all, which I'm mixed at best on upon first viewing but am marinating on and need to watch again).