#he didn’t really do anything on purpose because he was dying and not in his right mind

[idonotbitemythumbatyou]

Comments by the illustrious @cardassiangoodreads

I hear you and I don’t actually disagree. It would be dumb of Tain to actually just kill Julian even though he was delivered to his doorstep with a bow.

I’ll admit I phrased this post provocatively because I’m a shit starter ¯\_(😇)_/¯ but I am also always coming from the perspective “what is the dramatically stronger choice?” And whatever you think Tain would realistically do, the fact remains that it’s not a safe or good idea for Julian go driving up to his front door and beaming into his living room. And Garak sent him there on purpose!

At the very least we’re looking at a case of “I’m sending you on a wild goose chase to get you out of the way because otherwise you won’t let me die, and also I am indifferent to your safety,” and at worst it’s “because you won’t let me die, and because you’re the one thing that gives me joy and has tempted to want to live longer in this hell, even though you represent everything I stand against, and because I love you, and hate that I love you, I’m delivering you into the hands of the other person I love and hate the most as punishment for us both.”

Maybe that’s not the worst. Maybe someone else can make it more fucked up I’d love that.

I think any option gives you a lot to play with, but the fact that I really don’t think you can ignore is that Garak sent him someplace fuckin dangerous on purpose and isn’t that just so spicy and fun and dramatic?

I promise I’ll stop talking about The Wire someday but do people realise that Garak wanted Tain to kill Julian? Like do you realise that?

He gave Julian the-terminally-curious Subatoi Bashir the name and address of the most dangerous man in the quadrant? On accident??? My guy was practically begging Tain to take care of his latest Sentiment Problem for him because he couldn’t do it himself. Do you see??

[hoshigray]

reader flirting with some random guy for toji to fuck her senseless 🙏🙏🙏😭😭 really mean and sadistic toji with a really submissive reader

sorry for tbe filth im ltierally dying i want that man so bad

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: fuck yessssssss!! lmao not me writing this in a day

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: hard dom! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - rough sex - Daddy kink - choking - spitting - impact play; spanking - degradation (bitch, cumslut, fuckhole, slut, whore) - minimal praise - missionary + backshots/leapfrog positions - dumbification - pinching - pet names (baby, good girl, mama) - Toji is a bit mean here - mention of blood and drool.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k

Toji didn’t like what he was seeing. 

You knew better, yet you still misbehaved. 

Your boyfriend sees you from across the pub, mingling with some random guy at the bar top. You were smiling and laughing at the dude’s jokes, prompting the man to treat you to some drinks. To say that the display left a sour taste in Toji’s mouth would be an understatement, especially with how you would place your hands on the chump’s arm or lean into him to rest your head. How brazen of you. 

Oh, but what really sealed the deal for him would be the occasional glances you’d throw his way. Your eyes honed on him briefly with a mischievous smile to complete the look before you went to your business — you knew what you were doing. And it made the older man’s brow twitch, rich green eyes observing your every move.

Just wait til’ we get home, brat. That’s all he can think of as you deliberately flaunt your autonomy. Because the moment you have your purposeful fun and return to Toji’s side, ready to go home, he takes you without a word. He doesn’t have to say anything, letting what will happen once you step inside the house speak for itself. 

“—Ahhch!! Fuhucck!! Harder, Daddy, harder…!”

Have you ever been choked while being fucked into like a toy? That’s the treatment you’re receiving as you lie on the bed, Toji’s tough, calloused hands wrapped around your throat to restrict your breathing while he pistons his cock into you with inhumane force. 

“Harder, they say,” he chuckles. “Who told you can boss me ‘round, huh?” His hold on your throat gets tighter, and the limitation of air becomes hard to avoid while turning you on even more with the clamp of your walls around his fat dick. “You got some nerve, actin’ like a real fuckin’ slut tonight, huh?”

The snap of his hips makes it difficult to respond to him appropriately, his girth stretching your insides so euphorically, and the scrape of your g-spot has you shaking. Fuck, it felt so fucking good, so rewarding to be used like this!

“Hahh…To’jii—Ehhck!!”

“Wrong name, whore.” His eyes narrowed, hands getting tighter and tighter that his fingernails pierced your skin, the pain adding to the suffocation.

Your watery orbs roll to the top of your head as dizziness creeps in. “Dad–dyy, I…can’t brea…” your lips agape, trying to gather whatever air you can. 

Toji sees your open mouth, and with a wicked snicker, he spits into it. Your eyes widen instantly, but Toji uses one hand to squeeze your cheeks roughly. “Swallow,” he demands with a dark glint in his eyes. There’s a bit of a struggle, yet he senses you gulp his saliva down from the bob of your throat, and a shiver crawls down his spine when you show your clean mouth. “That’s a good girl…”

Don’t get blinded easily because he is not finished with you yet. 

He’ll have your back faced to him, face down to the sheets, and butt up for him to plow. His hands keep your lower half to him at all times, rutting his pelvis so hard to your wet cunt that it rocks you against the mattress. Your asscheeks rebound with every smack of his hips, taking your breath away. 

“Ooooh, hoooh, mmaahhh!” There is no way you could even make out a proper sentence, Toji grinding into your soapy slit has you shrieking from his cockhead grazing those sweet spots your could never reach. 

Unbeknownst to you, the older man surprises you with a hard slap to your ass. The action pulls you out of your daze for a split second to scream, and your vagina inherently contracts onto his length. He hisses, “Hssshhiit, baby, fuckin’ grippin’ on me and making so much damn noise like a bitch in heat...Hey, I’m talkin’ to you.” Another smack to your butt for not responding to him, prompting a rushed wail to leave your lips. “Heh, damn slut, can’t even talk to me; all you’re thinking about is my dick, right?” He slowly pulls his cock back to hear your whining, a salacious grin grows by the inch when he snaps the limb back inside your warmth, and you grip the sheets. “Mmmph, fuck, this pussy is too crazy…”

Another slap to your butt makes you tremble and twitch, peering over your shoulder to look at the man behind you. Jesus, he looked so hot the way he was drilling his dick into you. The sounds of skin slapping against each other brings the room to life. “—Fuuahh, haahnn, Daddyyy…!”

The raven-haired man notices you observing him, chuckling before placing a hand on your head to smoosh it back down to the sheets. “Who the fuck told ya to look over here?” He strikes your ass once more, his fingertips stinging crescents into your hot skin. He's so rough with you that you know there will be blood from those scratches.

The weight of his hand on your head feels so strong, unable to move as his entire brawny frame has you submit to his bow. “Daddyyyy, ohh fuuuck,” you mewl for him to hear. “It shfeels sho g’ood…!” God, you sound so fucking stupid. Your brain dissolves into mush, and your body corrupted by his powerful dominance. “God, it sh’o gooood! Give me more, pleaseee!!” 

“There they go asking for more, fuckin’ fuckhole,” he groans under his breath, grinding his pelvis to your chasm to listen to your sweet begs for pleasure. “Easy there, mama; I’ll give ya what ya want...Hgghh…You wanna cum for Daddy again, right?”

Drool streams down from your lips to stain the sheets beneath. “Yesshhh, yes pleaseee…! Ohhh!” He slaps and pinches your asscheeks again; Good Lord, his strikes were not meant for the weak. 

“Then stay still, look all pretty, and keep wringin’ me out like the cumslut you are, got it?” You babble more sounds of agreement, thoughtless on whether they are actual words. You amuse him to remove his hand from your head and back to your hips, propelling you to stick to him again as his hips strike your ass with a hungry vigor.

“That’s my girl…”

requests/thirsts are open hehe~ 🧸

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[ponderingmoonlight]

Hii can you pls do a nanami and gojo(separately) make out fic pls??

Okay, let's do this with a little twist...

Getting caught while making out with JJK men

Pairings: Geto x fem!reader; Gojo x fem!reader; Nanami x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,2k

Warnings: well, it's getting heated babes, not 100% proofread because I wrote this in my work break (again lol)

Geto Suguru

You know how wrong it is. This is not the right time, not the right place to stand in a lonely corner with Geto Suguru’s hands all over you and his lips hanging onto yours like you’re air and he cannot breathe.

“Fuck, we should get going”, you whimper into the lonely hallway.

In fact, getting going is the last thing you want to do right now. Not when Riko is busy saying goodbye to her former life, not when your emotions are all over the place. You hid your feelings towards Suguru for so long, tried to convince yourself over and over that you don’t hold those kinds of feelings towards him. But when he allowed Riko some privacy, when you saw the glimmer in his dark eyes shimmering down at you…

You were lost.

And you lose over and over again with his lips worshipping yours like no one did before, with him pressing you against a nearby wall. Countless nights, you pondered about the way it might feel to get hold like this, to actually feel him this close. But reality? Way too bittersweet, way better than anything you could have ever imagined.

“I don’t want to leave you ever again”, he mumbles against your parted mouth before starting a dangerous dance with both of your tongues intertwined.

That man who pierced through Satoru could be here every time, you need to fulfill this mission, need to concentrate on escorting Riko to Tengen-sama. After all, this might be the only purpose you have here at Jujutsu High: Completing missions after missions, doing as you were told.

No, fuck that.

This right here is what you live for. The sensation of Suguru hollering over you like a shadow, of him holding you like no one did before, putting together all your broken pieces.

“I love you”, you finally hush.

“I think I always did.”

“I feel the same way, (y/n). God, I adore you more than anything else.”

Just when you thought your kiss couldn’t get any deeper, couldn’t make you lose your breath even more, he grabs your chin in order to gain better access of your mouth. Now you’re all yours, whimpering under his touch like a little girl.

Out of instinct, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, allow your fingertips to grab his soft hair for hold.

“Huh, really didn’t expect to find ya here like that. Well, having fun before dying isn’t a crime, ya know.”

Your blood freezes instantly as you pull away and get greeted by the coldest green eyes you’ve ever seen. The man who fought against, Satoru. Without any doubt.

But…You eye him up and down, blood sticking onto his tight shirt without a visible wound.

Where’s Satoru?

“Leave her alone”, Suguru instructs the man seriously while positioning himself in front of you.

“You’re better off protecting ya little girlfriend from me. She’s cute. Maybe I’ll take her on a date when I killed you.”

Fuck fuck fuck.

Your heart drops to the floor, Suguru’s widened eyes revealing the urgency of this situation all too urgently. Out of all people who could have caught both of you this vulnerable, why on earth does it have to be him? There is no way Suguru will allow you to stay here while that stranger now knows…

“She’s your weakness, isn’t she? Maybe I can teach you a lesson about how freaking dumb love is.”

“Get Riko and escort her to Tengen-sama as fast as possible, (y/n)”, Suguru speaks out firmly while your eyes make contact.

“I can’t leave you here alone, if he defeated Satoru-“

He doesn’t interrupt you with words. No, instead he pulls you close, presses his puffy lips against yours until you feel like drowning in emotions.

“Get going. I don’t want this to be the last time someone caught us together.”

Gojo Satoru

“Get away from me right now.”

Oh, how desperately you try to sound angry while the truth is, that you want Gojo Satoru as close as possible. Your eyes dart left and right, search for the unpromising opportunity that somebody catches you in this position.

This position.

You, caged between Satoru’s arms in the male dorm you aren’t even allowed in, to be exact.

“C’mon, you don’t want me to get away from you. After teasing me the whole day and giving me that looks, you want me to go? Try better next time, princess”, he teases you while throwing his sunglasses to the ground without thinking twice.

“If we get caught here by a teacher…I can’t afford bad reputation, Satoru! What would my parents think, what if I get grounded, what if-“

“I know something better than using that mouth for hysteric talking”, he purrs with his face drawing closer and closer.

“Please, you aren’t even listening to me!”

A mix of panic, excitement and desire rushes through your veins, makes your eyes widen in sheer horror.

If your parents find out you were caught with a boy while actually, you are supposed to be a good student, you’ll be screwed. Especially when they found out which boy you were making out with…

Even though Gojo Satoru is considered the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of your timeline, your parents seem to hate him to the core.

“I don’t care that he’s your classmate. If you ever get involved with him more than necessary, you will leave this school without a second chance.”

You swallow hard. No, there is absolutely no doubt in the fact that your father made his point very clear.

But Satoru does as well. When he wraps his arms around your waist, he catches you just in time before your wobbly knees give in. No boy ever touched you like that, no other boy ever swept you off your feet like that. The butterflies in your stomach become almost unbearable while you can’t help but stare at his eyes.

Those oh so gorgeous eyes.

“I don’t want to hide my feelings for you any longer. Fuck your parents, fuck their threats. As long as I’m here, no one can hurt you.”

You let out your shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding.

And then your lips collide with his. Slowly and sweet at first until your very own longing becomes too much. You grab his back, pull him closer, allow him to access your mouth. He tastes like your favorite chewing gum and strawberries, so sweet that you cannot escape. Longingly, you allow him to suck on your bottom lip until a whimper escapes your lips. This is so much better than you ever imagined, so much sweeter than you ever dreamed of. There will never be a boy apart from Satoru who sweeps you off your feet like this, who makes you feel this way.

“Out of all boys, why does it have to be him, (y/n)?”

Your heart drops so suddenly that you feel like dying right on the spot. That low voice you know so well by now, that low voice that means nothing but trouble at the moment.

“S-sir…Yaga-sama I…I”

You fail to find the right words. In fact, all you are able to do is staring at him with glossy eyes and messy hair that reveal oh too painfully what you just did.

You crossed the line you promised your father not to. You came to the boy’s dorms even though you aren’t allowed to. And you got caught by your teacher doing so.

“Why does a nice girl like you waste her time with trash like Gojo?”, he continues.

“C’mon, you don’t have to be this me-“

“Please don’t tell my father!”

You let yourself drop to the floor, your head resting on top of your hands.

“I know it’s not my place to ask for something like that. But if you do…I will have to leave Jujutsu High.”

Thick silence hangs in the air, so quiet that you’re able to hear your tears fall onto the ground. You shouldn’t see Satoru anymore, should end this relationship before it started.

But truth is…you love him. Despite all the differences and your father’s hatred towards him, you love Satoru. You don’t want to leave him and Jujutsu High, you can’t stand the sheer fact of never seeing him again.

Still, it’s Yaga-sama’s job to inform your parents about your behavior, that you were caught in the boy’s dorm. And from there on there is no way out for you, no way to escape this fate.

“What are you talking about, (y/n)?”

Your teary eyes dart towards him immediately while you have to blink a few times in order to process what he just said.

“You caught me in the boy’s dorm with Satoru. It is your responsibility to inform my parents about that”, you reply with shaky voice.

“And risking that you’ll have to leave Jujutsu High? You’re the only useful student of this year and probably the only one who is able to tame this idiot down. I didn’t see anything today.”

“I am not an idiot”, Satoru protests with a sly grin.

“You can call yourself lucky a girl like (y/n) decided to keep up with you. I hope you won’t hurt her, Satoru. Or else, I might tell her father about it.”

And with that, he turns on his heels and walks aways as noiseless as he came, leaving both Satoru and you standing there bamboozled.

“So…what’s the worst your father would do to me?”

“Oh, he’d totally kill you if he found we made out”, you reply instantly.

Nanami Kento

“I might be gone for a few days, darling.”

Gently, he caresses your back the way he knows you adore it while wearing a saddened expression on your face.

“What mission takes a few days? Why aren’t they sending Gojo like they always do?”, you question with a pout.

You weren’t really able to meet up with your boyfriend Kento for what feels like ages. During work here at Jujutsu High, you aim to be professional, to not show each other affection. After all, this is your job and both of you take that very seriously. But now that you haven’t really seen each other after works for weeks, you can’t escape the urge to simply hug him, to feel his warmth and take in his masculine scent.

Kento breathes out audibly while stroking your hair. Truth is, he misses you like crazy. Despite his desperate attempts to stay away from you at Jujutsu High, he finds himself wrapping his arms around you as well.

“This is something serious. I can’t let the students go out on their own”, he mumbles against your forehead before placing a gentle kiss onto it.

Your stomach drops in excitement immediately. After weeks without affection, just a tiny kiss on your forehead seems to be enough to drive you wild.

“I get that. It just frustrates me a little”, you reply.

When your eyes find his, they are clouded by a feeling you know all too well. Time stands still when his grip around you tightens and his gaze drifts towards your lips. Your oh so longing lips that cannot wait to get kissed.

Without hesitation, you close the tiny gap between both of you. Even though you’re standing in the middle of a classroom at Jujutsu High, even though you both agreed on keeping your relationship out of work life.

You simply can’t right now. A swift motion is enough for him to lift you off the ground with ease while pressing your back against the cool wall. A whimper escapes your lips before you’re able to stop it, all senses directed towards him with your eyes closed by the sheer sensation.

“I missed you so much”, he breathes against your lips before continuing his sweet torture.

“Missed you as well…so…much…”

You allow your hungry hands to re-discover the valleys of his muscular back, his broad shoulders, his oh so perfect face. How are you supposed to stay away from a man like him longer than a few hours? Him with his character of gold, body of steel and brain?

“Nanami-sensei, I-…Oh.”

Your eyes dart open immediately and find a utterly surprised Yuji Itadori staring at you with his mouth open.

“Yuji, what are you doing here?”, you mumble while picking on your messy clothes in the most awkward way.

“Why didn’t I know that you two are a thing?”, the pink-haired boy continues, ignoring your lousy attempt to distract.

“Because this is our private life. Why are you here, Itadori-kun?”, Nanami replies in all seriousness.

“But…That’s awesome! You two go so well together! And I always thought that (y/n)-san is totally into you!”

“Watch your words, Itadori.”

“Yuji, can you please just…leave?”, you literally beg.

“Oh yeah, of course.”

“Wait, Itadori”, Nanami instructs the boy just when he’s about to leave the room.

“Don’t you dare to tell Kugisaki about anything you saw today.”

Yuji blinks a few times before nodding and leaving the room with a smile.

“He will totally tell her everything. You know that, right?”, you comment, still trying to catch your breath.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

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[czache78]

thinking about pony dying at that fountain.

Johnny sitting covered in blood, Pony’s head resting in his lap as he begs him to wake up, it’s not funny anymore, just breathe again.

Darry and Soda collecting the gang by the time it’s morning and neither of them have seen Johnny or Pony since last night, conducting a search of the entire town.

Darry being so worried as they search, because what if Pony didn’t even want to see him, what if Pony really hated him now. And what makes it worse is Soda won’t even speak to Darry, not after he hurt their baby brother.

When they find Johnny, he’s sitting against the fountain and by now, he’s freezing but he can’t get up, he can’t even speak to Dally when he grabs his arm, because Pony is gone, Pony’s not breathing.

Soda immediately kneeling down by Pony, thinking he’s asleep or something, and then seeing his unblinking eyes, his blue face, his cold hands, and just sobbing.

Meanwhile, Darry is just standing there knowing what’s happened but not knowing what to do, and he’s just numb, he can’t move or speak or even breathe.

Dally having to go to the police station, and the cops hardly believing him because of his record, but he looks so desperate and broken that they hear him out and follow him to the park.

Steve, Dally, and Two-Bit having to literally drag Soda away from Pony, sobbing and screaming, and it hurts them so much to see essentially their little brother dead, and the rest of their friends breaking down.

Dally having to practically carry Johnny back to the Curtis house, because he can’t speak or walk or do anything but think about Pony’s eyes that he would always watch, so cold and lifeless now.

Darry retreating to his room because they all must hate him for this as much as he hates himself.

Soda still sobbing and clutching onto one of Pony’s sweatshirts while Steve just sits next to him and rubs his back, trying not to cry himself. Dally’s eyes, somehow even more cold and hard than before, as he makes sure Johnny is okay, even though he’s not gonna be okay, none of them ever will be.

Johnny not being able to speak for weeks, months after Pony’s death, and still struggling with it after that, because Pony was the only one he could really talk to and now Pony was gone.

Darry getting huge flashes of deja vu from his parents death— immediately after, he’s thrown into planning. At his parents death, it was a way for him to calm down and organize his thoughts, but now he’s just too tired, it’s just the routine that he has to do.

Them all pitching in for a gravestone with his name on it. It’s not even his full name. Pony Curtis, 1953-1967. Them not even having a funeral because the cops won’t hear them out, why should they care about some greaser?

The cops ruling it a suicide and none of them quite believing it, but there’s always that thought in the back of Darry’s mind— what if Pony just got too fed up when he hit him? What if he riled up those Socs on purpose?

All Dallas can think is— he’s 14. He’s only a kid. (He can’t bring himself to use past tense.)

A week later, the social worker appearing at their door. Soda hasn’t spoken to Darry for that entire week, but he looks back at him with tears in his eyes as the social worker takes him away, going to ship him off to a boys home.

Darry breaking down as soon as he leaves, holding onto Soda’s old flannel and Pony’s stuffed bunny that he used to claim he was too old for, just sitting on the couch and crying until he falls asleep.

Two-Bit finding him the next morning and trying to hug him but Darry flinches away because the last time he’d touched someone he’d hit his little brother, who’d then gotten killed.

Steve watching his best friend going from a happy boy who’s always smiling to someone barely able to respond to his hugs or words of comfort. Steve knowing that Soda will never be the same, and he can’t do anything about that.

Steve joking that he won’t be competing for Soda’s #1 best friend spot now, and immediately regretting it when Soda breaks down in tears. Steve, who usually can just be there and Soda will be comforted even if Steve’s not good at that, standing there helpless as Soda cries.

The gang jumping at the opportunity to have a rumble, and even when the Socs start retreating they keep running after him because they need somewhere to get this energy out, to get some sort of revenge.

Darry having to be pulled off of Paul long after he'd passed out, and just falling apart refusing to let anyone touch him because that's what caused Pony to run away, to get killed, and he doesn't want to hurt anyone else, to cause anyone else's death because of him.

Darry just sitting in the corner of their living room afterwards unable to look at anyone because he's never cried like that in front of them, especially not his brother(s). Him feeling horrible when Soda gets up, still injured, and tells them it's way past his curfew and that he's gotta get going.

Soda, as he walks home, passing by the park where Pony died and just breaking down in tears. Him not making it back until the next morning, because he's crying so much he passes out. Him wishing maybe some Socs could come and jump him too, because he deserves it more than Ponyboy did.

Two-Bit drinking that night, more than he had before, because he just doesn't want to think about it anymore. He's had enough of tragedy and misfortune and pain, and drinking will make him forget about it, if only for a little while. Him regretting it when he wakes up even worse than before, but getting drunk again and again because the good parts of it overweigh the bad.

Dally turning even more cold and hard, and not trusting anyone except for Johnny. Him jumping Socs anytime he comes across them even if he's outnumbered and comes back more injured than victorious, because he's doing this for Pony, he's doing this for his gang.

Darry taking Johnny in as a little brother, and he knows it's not the same but it's as close as he's gonna get to having his normal routine, and that's pretty much the only thing that will calm him down. Darry finding a book of ASL in his parents' old room. Him trying to learn some of it so he can communicate with Johnny, knowing that Johnny and Pony learned it, but giving up after a few tries because he sees the hurt in Johnny's eyes.

Soda getting a letter while he's in the boys' home, and hoping against all hope that it's someone from his gang, wishing that it was his little brother even if there's no way. Him opening the letter and it's from Sandy, saying that she's moved to Florida and is breaking up with him.

Soda nearly throwing up when he's finished reading it, because he's lost everyone. First his parents, then his little brother, and with him the rest of his friends, and now his girlfriend. Soda not being able to talk about the letter for months afterwards, even when Darry finally finds a way for him to come home.

Steve sneaking into the boys' home one day and getting shoved away when he tries to put a hand on Soda's shoulder. Him feeling horrible that he's not good enough, that his best friend will never be the same, but shoving a chocolate bar into Soda's hands before he leaves, because before Pony died, Soda would always feel better after he ate one.

Darry eyeing the knife on the counter while he's cooking, or loosening his hold on the ladder just a little bit at his roofing job, because it's his fault Pony's dead. Darry not eating until he absolutely has to. Darry launching himself into getting Soda back or caring for Johnny, because he's worthless otherwise. Darry using it as a way to numb the pain.

Darry flinching whenever someone tries to touch him, or anytime he feels the slightest hint of anger, because he doesn't want to hurt anyone else. Darry panicking when Two-Bit slams a bottle down on the counter, because loud noises remind him too much of hitting Ponyboy. Darry wanting nothing more to hug Soda when he finally gets home, but not wanting to lose his other brother, too, at his fault.

Just... Pony dying at the fountain.

[jyuansgf]

boss!pantalone x maid f!reader. 18+ minors dni. ⌗ breeding kink, bit of voyeurism, just horny thoughts for pantalone honestly. >__< (notes at the end.)

♡ okay but pantalone as your overworked boss who uses you for his own satisfaction!! :( you’ve been serving under him as a loyal maid – lucky for you, he decided to pick you up on the cold streets of snezhnaya. you were on the verge from dying of cold, from being starved. until this man changed your whole entire life, picking you up from the streets like you were just some stray cat. originally he would’ve turned you into the house of the heart, but why would he do that? in the first place he doesn’t even usually care, but he sees something in you. at least you have a purpose when it comes to him and in his eyes, you make an attractive ornament on his desk.

boss!pantalone who uses you for his own pleasure, every night after an irritating day dealing with commoners–and money. you just know what to do the moment he enters his own office where you just stand or sit around prettily there, the other maids are always jealous of you. were you actually a maid or just a pretty doll whose job is just to stand around his office? you would often ask pantalone to give you a task or to help the other maids but unfortunately, he would just shrug it off with a chuckle. you want him to give you a task, you say? but it would always end up with you on your knees as you suck him off prettily, soon enough your throat would be full of his seed as he praises you for doing a good job.

boss!pantalone who hates to see you get dirty, he would always often buy you pretty clothes, dresses or anything you ask for! even pretty lingerie sets. as always, everything’s gonna get expensive. you want those pretty necklaces? you can get it. you want those cute mary jane shoes? of course! he would buy you everything. he would like to see you dress up for him, he would even ask you to do a show for him in the bedroom you two share. do a little spin in front of him with that cute dress he bought for you, look pretty, be a doll for him. but don’t whine when the dress gets ruined, because soon enough you would be a writhing mess under him and the only reason why he wants you to be pretty is because he think it’s more fun to ruin pretty things, until you’re crying, sobbing and a writhing begging mess for him. (he would buy you a new one if you really liked it, don’t worry.)

boss!pantalone who would often bring you to his personal meetings with the harbingers–or with his underlings, they all find you pretty, of course. but one time–one of the fatui agents had made a mistake just by looking at you as if he’s undressing you with those eyes. and the next moment, he’s tied up in front of you two on his knees as you sit on pantalone’s lap with your legs wide open as his delicate fingers, knuckles deep inside your pussy making you cum on his fingers, plus points if he made you squirt! after all, the main goal was to give the agent a show of how good you are and that he will never have the chance to touch you. it was pantalone’s own way of punishing, but soon enough, the agent would be turned into one of dottore’s lab rats.

boss!pantalone who would sometimes see you hanging around with the kids of the house of the heart, he thinks it’s cute. the way you giggle around them, the way you randomly give them candies, and the way you actually let one of those kids sit on your lap as you tell them some fairy tales stories. one of the kids would even ask him personally of how you’re doing and why you haven’t paid them a visit yet. he thinks it’s lovely to see you around them. and as far as he can remember, you don’t even mention to him how much you love kids, is it because they see you as a sister figure or a mother? but in the end, pantalone would end up having these thoughts to breed you, to pump you full of his little pups inside your womb. he didn’t even think about this before but something awakened inside him, a usual fuck would fix this for him, right? but it didn’t. the thought of seeing you with a swollen belly around him, in your maid outfit–or any dress that he bought for you, he just can’t help it. soon enough you’d be pinned down on the bed, as he fucks you rough! you have no idea why he’s being rough. but he just aims to breed you, to cum inside your tight cunt until you’re leaking :( he would watch your cute little cunt as you can’t handle it to keep it in you anymore. but don’t worry! he’ll just fuck you as many times as he can, until he’s sure you’re fully bred to the point the only thing inside your tummy is his cum.

whew that was long.. tbh this is just me yapping & being freaky about pantalone >__< need this man playable already!!!! it's the voices telling him he has a breeding kink its ok. after the leaks of the voicelines about him, i love that he's a certified yapper :3!! (me too mr pants..) need this man to talk right next to my ear as he fingers me AHSHFSFHJSHF as always asks or reqs are open!! if you have any hcs, i'd like to hear about them please ^__^ most of my posts aren't proofread, so forgive me i just rawdog my way out of it ok ^u^)9

[inadaydream99]

Idiotically in Love Stray Kids

A/N - I just couldn’t help but think about the little things that they would do or the way they may act when being so in love with someone…

Disclaimer: This does not represent any of the members in real life and is for entertainment purposes only. Anything I’ve missed, please let me know!

Idiotically in love Chan who…

Confessed to you by accident because his jealousy got the better of him. He couldn’t stand seeing you get hit on by another guy and you clearly weren’t enjoying it. But he was controlling himself because you’re an adult and can handle your own situations… until the guy started getting a bit too close for comfort. Chan had stormed over and scooped you into his arms before either of you could register what was happening. Leaning down, he whispered into your ear to trust him, waiting for you to nod your agreement before crashing his lips into yours. Let’s just say that the guy was long gone by the time you broke the kiss for air.

Pulls you into a secluded corner of the room so he can hold you just like he has been dying to do all night. It’d been torture watching you from afar and all he has wanted to do is get away from everyone so he can spend time with you.

Calls you at 2am when he’s stressed with work and everything seems to be going wrong. But just hearing your voice on the other end, softly distracting him with how your day went or what you both want to do on your next date night helps his tense shoulders to slump and his mind to finally simmer down.

Pats his lap and tells you to sit down. He’s got the most sheepish look on his face as your attention turns to him. Instinctively, he sinks back further into the sofa behind him and opens his arms wide for you to cuddle into his embrace, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head as a reward of doing as he asked.

Always walks on the outside of the sidewalk when he’s with you. And - if for any reason - he finds that you’re somehow on the side closest to the cars, he will take you by the wrist and manoeuvre you to the other side.

Idiotically in love Minho who…

Just loves to call you kitty. Be it affectionately or sarcastically. He mostly just uses the name because he likes the way your cheeks turn the tiniest bit pink upon hearing it roll off his tongue. “I didn’t realise you were such a bad kitty.” “Aw kitty come here.”

Gets excited to have you in his arms but will rarely admit it. He just loves the way you snuggle into him, fitting so perfectly against his chest and acting like a human hot water bottle to keep him warm.

Can’t remember how or why the unspoken rules between you came to be, but it would feel wrong not to do them when given the chance. Like the unspoken rule of Minho always kissing your nose before you fall asleep, or how you instinctively hold his hand while crossing the road because you know he stresses when it’s busy. His favourite is whenever you hug him, you never complain about his hands grabbing your butt and if you have back pockets then he’s definitely putting his hands inside and keeping them there so you can’t pull away.

Calls you an idiot all the time but you both know that really stands for “I love you.” It started because of a silly little argument you were having. He was purposefully refusing to say I love you back to you and it was pissing you off. In the end, after you’d given him the silent treatment, he’d approached you with “you know you’re an idiot, of course I love you.”

Never believed in love at first sight until he saw you. It’s like his whole world was flipped upside down and he knew right there and then that you were going to be a huge part of his life.

Idiotically in love Changbin who…

Didn’t realise he’d fallen for you until he’d had a dream about kissing you. He woke up shook becuase… where did that come from??? But then it became all he could think about. Little by little, it dawned on him how much the two of you already acted like a couple just without the title. And that’s actually how he chose to confess to you. By telling people exactly that when they asked but by adding a “yet…” onto the end and smirking at you.

Loves to sneak up behind you while you’re preoccupied to cage you in a back hug. Resting his chin on your shoulder, his strong arms holding you so tenderly.

Calls you just to hear your voice. He loves the light rasp it has when he calls you first thing in the morning, still laced with sleep and your brain clearly a little foggy.

Always looks at you after doing something funny to see your reaction. He lives to make you smile and laugh and so, especially when in a group of people, Changbin will instantly find you amongst the group to make sure you found him funny. Yours is the only reaction he cares about and it warms his heart to see you so elated because of him.

Can’t help but to use cheesy pick up lines on you at least once a day. It doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together, Changbin just loves to flirt with you.

Idiotically in love Hyunjin who…

Fell in love with you without realising. Really, Minho should take credit for your relationship happening becuase it was his no-nonsense talking that made Hyunjin finally realise how he felt about you. After all, everyone except Hyunjin could see that he was in love with you, from the way he always wanted to partner with you when needing a buddy and then insisting that holding hands is the number one rule of the buddy system, to moping around like crazy when the group had to go away on schedules and he wouldn’t be able to see you for however long (apparently one time he wouldn’t stop saying things like “y/n wouldn’t have made me do this…” or “y/n would have shared with me…”)

Longingly looks for you in the crowded room because he can’t stand all the people he’s having to speak with just to be socially polite. All he wants is to escape with you to somewhere where he can be himself.

Adores the inside jokes that crack both of you up with a single knowing look but no one else understands. Your minds are just wired the same way, and so you find all the silliest, most random things hilarious.

Calls you his pretty mess becuase your hair is always like a birds nest when you wake up in the mornings. The first time you’d stayed overnight at his and woke to him teasing you about your bed head you were mortified. But, in truth, Hyunjin found it so adorable. He loves that you are both real in your relationship and don’t try to upkeep a perfect image around each other.

Does this thing where he tilts your chin up to look at him so your eyes lock into a deep gaze. It’s so intense that you forget how to breathe, mouth falling agape as he continues to slowly inch your faces closer together. Always stops when your lips are ghosting, waiting for the little whine of impatience you make before finally kissing you like your lives depend on it.

Idiotically in love Jisung who…

Realised he was in love with you when one of your mutual friends had confided in him about their feelings for you. It was the burning jealousy ignited inside of Jisung from just the thought of you being with someone other than him that made him think… hang on a minute, they’re mine.

Confessed to you by calling you first thing the next morning and asking to meet him for breakfast. When you said that you could he immediately responded with “it’s a date.” And then when on said breakfast date, he’d come clean about your mutual friends feelings towards you and how he’d respect your choice either way, but that he just had to let you know how he feels too. It’s safe to say he was surprised when you’d leaned over to him and shyly given him a peck on the lips as your answer.

Hasn’t seen you all day and all he wants is to kiss you. He doesn’t care who’s around or if you’re meant to be somewhere else. He wants - no needs - to make up for lost time.

Can’t get you out of his head. It’s like everything makes him think of you. He walks past a stall selling flowers and remembers your favourite. Or he is in a different country and sees an old couple walking hand in hand and thinks about how one day that will be the both of you.

Is always there for you no matter what. He’s a blabber mouth with most things but when it comes to you, if you asked him to keep something between the two of you, he would take it to the grave. His priority is making sure you know you can tell him anything and that he would do everything in his power to keep you safe and loved.

Idiotically in love Felix who…

Lost his phone and his first panicked thought was not being able to contact you.

Always asks about your day, every day without fail. He loves to know that you’ve eaten properly, slept well or done something productive/ social when he’s not been around.

Realised that the need for him to know you were always happy and safe was because he had fallen for you. It had happened so seamlessly that he hadn’t noticed until the possibility of you not being around so much made him feel less motivated.

Confessed to you by asking if it would be weird if he kissed you. Which was probably the most endearing thing you’ve ever witnessed in your life. Of course, you didn’t hesitate in telling him that, yes, he could kiss you. And Felix is so glad he did because wow, nothing had ever felt more right to him than the feeling of his lips on yours.

Realises now that he’d been such a fool all of those times he’d denied the two of you being a couple when asked by others if you’re dating because now he can see that the way you look at him is the same head-over-heels in love expression that he looks at you with.

Idiotically in love Seungmin who…

Randomly decides to mess with your head one day. He seemingly suddenly switches from spitting sarcastic retorts at everything you say to sending you heart eyes every-time you look at him. It’s suspicious.

Had always assumed that the strong way he felt about you was not being able to stand you. Like how he couldn’t stand how you always seemed to draw everyone in, like the first ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds after a long storm. But soon, he realised that he couldn’t stand being away from you. Like he needed your light to illuminate his dark mind and make him feel at ease.

Silently listens to things you say, storing them away for when he may need them and remembering little things about you that you don’t ever remember mentioning to him.

Plays with your hair subconsciously. It’s usually when you’re cuddling and he’s zoned out. With your head on his chest, it’s impossible for his fingers to not thread through your soft hair. It lulls you to sleep every time so when Seungmin does finally blink back into the real word he’s met with the angelic picture of his love resting against him.

Mocks the size of you. Any possible part of you that is smaller than him and he’s making a cheeky comment about how tiny you are. He gets a kick out of reminding you that you’re small and need him to help and protect you.

Idiotically in love Jeongin who…

Cannot bear to be apart from you anymore. Sod however scary it may be to confess his feelings to you. He has to let you know that there is no other way for him to live other than by loving you wholeheartedly.

Calls you dude or bro romantically. Just the thought of any sickly-sweet pet name makes him internally (and sometimes externally) cringe. Maybe it’s slight ptsd from his friend’s adoration towards him. But then you’re out and about and he can’t ignore the need to hold your hand. So, to get your attention, he calls you “dude.” before signalling for you to hold his hand.

Always gives you his hoodie to wear. It’s like the sight of you in his clothes, smelling of his cologne and scrunching up the cuffs into your palms to make little sweater paws makes him melt.

Carries you to bed and tucks you in when you fall asleep elsewhere. Like that one time Jeongin found you hunched over your open laptop, fast sleep in the early hours of the morning. Yes, he was annoyed that you’d stayed up so late working. But then again, he had also only just gotten back from practice and so wasn’t really in a much better position himself. Although, he will still nag you the next morning about the importance of self care.

Thought to himself “yeah, I’m screwed” when he met your meek smile from across the room and all he wanted was to rush over to you and envelop you in his arms to protect you from the world. At that moment in time, you had only known each other for about a week, but Jeongin just knew that you were going to be a very important part of his life.

[uriekukistan]

i wanna talk about this thing gege said

i’ve seen a lot of people saying that this is a bad way to write a story, and i couldnt disagree more. from a writer’s perspective, there is no reason to kill off a character if it’s not going to have impact.

in any case, i think this reaction points out two things i’ve noticed about the jjk fandom.

i. jjk fans prioritize enjoyment of characters over the plot

which is fine, i guess. i’m not gonna begrudge any readers the space to enjoy their fav characters. however, what i disagree with is the constant trashing of gege and jjk as a story because the narrative doesnt treat the characters as you want it to.

i mostly talk about these things from the perspective of someone who has been writing for a while, so i will take a second to acknowledge from the reader perspective. it’s easy to get attached to characters and see them as real people in your life.

but they arent real people. they only exist for the author’s intentions. every time i see someone complain that “x character only died because plot” i just think “yes?” characters exist for the plot. they exist to serve the narrative. they live and die for the plot, and that isn’t a bad thing. this is a story. that is how stories work.

with characters like gojo or choso, it’s easy to look back and see their character arcs and how their ends fit their purpose in the story, but i think people get so caught up in wanting to fuck the character, or fanon, that they forget their original purpose is to do what gege wants them to do.

this is a war against the most powerful, most evil sorcerer in history. of course characters are going to die, and of course it’s going to be characters we love. it’s honestly unrealistic to expect anything else.

and i think it’s really disrespectful to say so many rude things to gege because he is thinking about the story he wants to tell, and not the story that best suits your favorite character.

ii. few people want to feel anything from what they’re reading anymore

which again, is totally fine, but maybe read something else?

tragic stories have existed and enjoyed immense popularity for millennia. and theres nothing wrong with that. there’s nothing wrong with authors intentionally stirring up their readers’ emotions.

i wanna bring attention to the origins of the words “tragedy” and “catharsis”

“tragedy” is a genre that stems from greek drama based on human suffering and the terrible or sorrowful events that befall the main character. the intention of of tragedy is to invoke “catharsis”

“catharsis” is commonly used to refer to the purification of thoughts and emotions by way of expressing them. in terms of tragedy, this refers to arousing a negative emotion with the intention of expelling it so the audience can walk away feeling relieved.

for all intents and purposes, jjk is a tragedy. it’s meant to make you feel sad. that’s gege’s intention. yet every time people feel upset by a specific event, they call “bad writing.” if anything, according to what jjk is, it’s good writing if you feel sad.

i have seen some people say that jjk wasn’t set up this way, and i disagree so strongly that it’s hard to comprehend.

jjk0 ends with gojo having to kill his best friend, his one and only. tragedy. yuuta’s story is tragic too, having cursed rika and accidentally isolated himself just because he didn’t want her to die.

jjk starts with yuuji faced with execution just because because he wanted to honor his grandfather’s dying wishes. within a handful of chapters, there’s yuuji’s “death” and junpei, and there’s a clear set up of tragedy and repeated loss, despite characters giving their best effort.

i could get into how this relates to my interpretation of the themes of jjk, and sharing burden/responsibility to be stronger together, but that’s another point.

tldr; the point of this post is to say that gege killing characters and making readers feel sad is not bad writing or a bad narrative choice. it’s true to his intentions and the essence of jjk. if you don’t like that, then don’t read. but there’s no reason to disrespect gege and his hard work just because it’s not your cup of tea

[maybeiwasjustjade]

The amount of morons I’ve seen on twitter that insist ‘a son for a son’ is still owed because Jaehaerys wasn’t Alicent’s son, so Rhaenyra somehow has rights to Aegon’s head is baffling.

Actually, scratch that. It’s not baffling at all, because this isn’t the first time I’ve seen such braindead takes from that side of the fandom.

Last I checked, Aemond killed Luke. Not Aegon. Alicent served up Aegon’s head on a platter, without even once considering that should Aemond live then Rhaenyra will come for his head too. And not only did she betray Aegon, Alicent’s actions may very well lead to both Gwayne and Criston’s deaths. And Daeron, who has done nothing but be born to her.

As for the stupidity of the insistence on ‘a son for a son’, maybe Condal and Hess should remember that the last time Rhaenyra sought revenge for Luke, a toddler was beheaded in his bed because of her husband!!! And if that son wasn’t enough—the poor, innocent baby son of Helaena—and a debt still needs to be repaid, does that mean Aegon now has rights to kill one of Daemon’s children then?

Same logic right? Rhaenyra didn’t get Alicent’s son’s head for Luke, but Aegon lost a son. So if Rhaenyra has rights to Aegon’s head, then Aegon has the exact same right to murder one of her remaining children yes? Baela maybe, when Aegon claims Dragonstone. Or Joffrey even, should he survive till the end. Maybe Rhaenyra can even choose and then watch, like Daemon made Helaena.

But that’s not right is it. Aegon would be a monster if he did that. No sane person would do that. No good person should want that kind of revenge.

But when it comes to Rhaenyra, TB will justify anything right? She indirectly yet directly causes the deaths of nearly 100 dragonseeds—oh that’s fine, they consented to being in the pit knowing they could die! She’s not responsible at all! It’s not as if she ensured they couldn’t escape right? The death of a toddler wasn’t enough because it wasn’t the right son, so of course she gets to ask for another too.

As if Jaehaerys wasn’t worth a life at all. Then again, what can be expected when even after his death, in a fight about his murder, she only ever refers to him as ‘boy’, ‘child’, and my favorite: ‘it’.

Rhaenyra was always going to have to kill Aegon for the throne. And that was at minimum, unless she went for Aemond too. Daeron I could see being spared by being given to the Faith or the Maesters. It was very, very, very obvious to anyone with even a shred of media comprehension (which seems to be very little given the amount of stupid comments I’ve seen). The issue is that she had to go on and make it very clear that Aegon will die, not for taking her throne or whatnot, but as penance for Luke dying. That is where she crosses the line. She can’t and won’t spare Aegon, but the least she could do was not be a lying liar about it.

Also: I never subscribed to the theory that Alicent will be the one to poison Aegon in the end, because I never considered that a mother would be so cruel to do so. She ruined his life; placed him on this goddawful path to war that he never wanted. The least she could do was not betray her own son that way. But after today? Not a chance in hell she won’t be the one to kill him for her precious Rhaenyra. I hope when all is said and done, and she’s locked in a tower for the rest of her life, she knows that it was all her fault.

Because F&B made it clear that Aegon had a legitimate claim. Is it a usurpation if by all laws and tradition he’s the rightful heir? The show decided to go the idiotic route of making it an outright usurpation. The Dance was inevitable in F&B. Here, it seems to have been caused purposely, with one of its leading causes becoming a major turncloak. And it’s sad really, because the Dance has barely even started. HOTD could’ve waited to make Alicent a traitor. Wait until the Gullet and Jace and Rhaenyra’s inevitable fall to madness, to make Alicent’s plea more realistic because it happens when the Greens look like they are losing. Instead, they did this. Unbelievable.

[innerfare]

Paint Me Happy In Blue - Law 

Summary: Captain Law has been pining for the newest member of his crew; reader is a Heart Pirate and marine biologist who ate the algae-algae fruit and has a habit of wearing blue nail polish

Pairing: Trafalgar Law x Afab!Reader

Genre: kinda fluffy

CW: SFW // None

Word Count: 1,262

Law knocked on your cabin door, tattooed knuckles against metal. He had spent the past fifteen minutes scolding himself, telling himself to stop acting like a nervous school girl and go talk to you, damn it. He had in his other hand the journal you had left behind in the laboratory aboard the Polar Tang, where you researched marine life and put together rare cures. Your algae-algae devil fruit certainly helped in that regard. 

The door swung open, and Law stood up a little straighter. 

You stood in front of him, smelling of pears and a flower he had finally worked out to be freesias. With your hair damp from a shower and an oversized t-shirt clinging to your body, you looked like a completely different person than the woman he normally saw in a boiler suit. 

He panicked at the sight, unable to tell if you were wearing anything underneath. Terrified he’d be caught staring, he tore his gaze away. 

His eyes immediately went past your head, doing a quick lap around your small cabin in hopes of catching sight of anything he hadn’t seen before. He soaked in the sight of the sealskin blanket on your bed- a gift he’d given you to remind you of your shared home in the North Blue, the glowing blue jellyfish tank on your desk, the rock band poster hanging on your wall, and the dying plant on your bedside table. 

“See something you like?” You asked him, trying to swallow the smile tugging on your lips, the same smile that always appeared when your captain graced you with his presence. You tried to play it off, but you knew a man like Law was too smart to miss the obvious cues. But his clear lack of reciprocation didn’t keep you from feeling the way you did. 

“There’s no sunlight down here, y/n-ah,” he remarked. “If you keep buying plants, they’ll keep dying.” 

You let out a sigh, leaning out of the doorway and pressing your back into the doorframe, turning to the side to look mournfully at the same plant Law was staring at; it brought you a little closer to him. “I know, but I really like to have flowers in my room. And I don’t like cutting them off the plant, you know? It feels mean.” 

Law wanted to die, you were so sweet. 

If using Room to cut his heart out and throw it away would have kept him from feeling it beat, he would have done it in an instant, but he was stuck with the incessant fluttering, no matter where the organ was. Not even he could control it. 

He swallowed his despair and cleared his throat, lifting his hand with your journal in it. “Here, you left this in the laboratory.” He tried his hardest to act disinterested, as if he had just happened across it and then happened to bring it back to you, though now that he had, he felt rather like a dog bringing you a bone. 

“Oh. Thanks, Captain.” You reached out for the journal, neglecting to tell him you had left it there on purpose because you really had no need of it anywhere else. 

Suddenly, you wondered- hoped, even- if you made a habit of leaving it in the laboratory, he would make a habit of bringing it back and explaining the obvious to you. You would have let him explain your own life to you, and wholly incorrectly, if it meant hearing that deep voice of his, like water sliding over smooth river rock. 

As you went to take the journal from him, your fingers brushed his tattooed ones. Your heart leaped in your chest. Startled by it, despite having known it would have that effect from all the occasions in the past you got just as jumpy at his touch, you tried to take the journal away as fast as you could, but Law had a vice grip on the small, leather-bound book. 

Law looked down as your fingers touched, and he realized something: you had repainted your nails. His heart sank as he realized your dainty fingers were no longer tipped in indigo, only to flutter when he realized you had simply replaced the indigo with another color, just as you had replaced the azure with indigo two weeks ago. 

What was it this time? 

He peered down at your fingers, soaking in the pale, arctic blue you had coated your nails in. It reminded him of his home in the North Blue, but without the trauma he normally relived if something reminded of the place. 

It wasn’t a bitter cold but a sweet chill, more like ice cream on a hot summer’s day than a blizzard rolling in. And Law didn’t even like ice cream; it was far too sweet. Maybe, though, just maybe, he could choke down a few bites of plain, unsweetened vanilla if you spooned it into his mouth with that small smile on your face. 

Oh, for fuck’s sake. How had he been reduced to this? 

“Captain?” 

You shifted on your feet, and he realized you were barefoot. His eyes flickered down to your toes, and he saw your toenails were the old shade of blue, the deep indigo he had stared at on your hands at every meal for the past two weeks. 

His heart skipped a beat, but he wasn’t entirely sure why. He just knew he liked the color on you. It turned him into a blushing mess, all red and pink, while you remained cool and blue, leaning casually in your doorway with a soft smile on your pretty face. 

Law dipped his head low, hoping his hat would cover enough of his face to obscure his flushed cheeks. “You don’t have to call me that,” he said for what felt like the thousandth time. 

“Call you what?” You asked, still tugging on your journal; he seemed oblivious. 

“Captain. We’re a casual crew.” 

“I guess I’m a little more formal,” you said with a small shrug. “Is that alright?” 

Law responded with a shrug of his own. 

“So,” you ventured. You gave your journal another tug. “Are you going to give this back to me, or do I have to fight you for it?” 

“Oh, right. Sorry.” He released the journal in a second, only to regret it as you pulled it away and took a step back, putting more space between the two of you. 

“No problem,” you said. “Thanks, Captain.” 

Law ground his teeth together. “Yeah, well…” His eyes fell back to your side, where your arms had come to rest, your smooth hands with elegant fingers tipped in arctic blue. “I like your nail polish, by the way. It’s… cool.” With that, he turned and stalked off, feeling to himself like the biggest fool to have ever lived, seeming to you like he was in a sour mood.  

Why, then, had he complimented you? 

You closed your door quickly and pressed your back into it, holding your journal to your chest as a smile bloomed on your face. You had just been about to remove the arctic blue and replace it with a royal blue you were a little more comfortable with, thinking the arctic was a bit too bright, possibly even childish, but if Law thought it was cool, it was most certainly staying on your nails. Maybe you’d even put it on your toes, too, not that Law would see. 

Unless he came back to your cabin, of course. 

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“You’re like, in love with me?” With the Tsunderes of windbreaker? Fluff pls

1 “you’re like, in love with me ?” + sakura, kaji, toma

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Note: hiii thank you sm for participating ! I got carry away with sakura this time, sorry. And I had toma there because it was the same number <3 hiragi fans are the sweetest for real 😭

Sakura never understood why he minded having you around. It made him nervous from time to time obviously; you were a little too comfortable around your friends, leading it to a lot of small touches or hugs which made him drive him crazy. But after spending time with you, he first of all realized why you were going along so well with Nirei, and then that you were just like this. He even comes to love spending time with you as you hang out with them after school, back there or at Kotoha’s place.

You were loved by many and to be honest, he slowly learned why despite himself. You weren’t a particularly smiling person, but you always spent time with your friends and the one you loved, talking for hours – giving them your time. In a way, you reminded him of Umemiya. It didn’t help how he felt around you though. You were always leaning onto him, asking a lot of questions – dying to know more about him – but it simply made him a blushing mess as he couldn’t express himself without screaming.

So he shouldn’t be surprised when you asked him to hang out when both of you ended up alone after school one day, he really shouldn’t. Panicking wasn’t really the best way to react, but at first he almost screamed at you to leave him alone but he’s got this intrusive thought that he’s boring to be around since he doesn’t talk much with you. Not that it means he didn’t care about you – he did ! A lot, even.

You grab his wrist at the gate to force him to come with you, nothing much in mind but still going as if you were the master of the world. You never minded doing all the talking with him, guiding him around the town even if he knew it by heart too now. Hanging out with you was easy in fact. You’re the type to walk around with a drink from some random vending machine and snacks from your friend’s parents' small shop. He likes it that way, he was used to it. It was familiar and sometimes he wondered if you were doing this on purpose.

“Oh there’s a park with a swing that way ! Let’s go,” you exclaimed, taking his wrist again and running to the location. He never has enough time to answer, he’s always screaming too late and he’s sure that’ll make you laugh – but it’s ok. Because you were the only person to make him do those things he used to do alone with someone.

“Push me !” you commanded with a big smile only for him, and even if he argued a bit he just started to do it with a blush on his cheeks. Your laugh was priceless, he couldn’t help it but accept anything you ask for. He just kept on pushing you again and again, even if you had enough run-up.

“Do you like it ?” asked at some point, your voice just loud enough for him to hear you. You were slowing up, you just wanted to talk with him now. He frowned at you from the side, he took a seat on the one next to you and started to swing back and forth lightly. “Hanging out with me, I mean.”

“Yeah… I guess. It was weird at first but you’re… nice.” He didn’t dare look you in the eyes but he could feel you smile from behind.

“Great, I like it too.” You shyly answer and it was your turn to look at your feet so you won't catch his eyes. 

“Hanging out with me ?” He asked, a little confused. 

“You in general, I think.” 

Sakura's face flushed in a second, and he wanted to leave so you'll never get to see how embarrassed he looked right now – but he tried to compose himself the best he could instead. He started acknowledging all the things you two did together and suddenly everything made sense to him : you were always doing things he likes or making him comfortable. So you knew how he felt around you. 

“You're like,” his throat was as dry as desert suddenly and he had to clear it before continuing, “in love with me ?” 

He heard you squeal but when he turned to your side to see what was wrong, your face was hidden in your hands. He catches your eyes glancing at home quickly.

“Maybe yes…”

You didn’t notice Kaji walking up to you until his hand pulled you behind him. You were arguing with some random guy in the street because he assumed you were walking into him – when you certainly didn’t. You almost feel bad for him when Kaji stepped in with some done-dirty glances because if he tried to fight him, he would lose. Not so surprisingly, he left right after that, almost making you sight in boredom.

“What are you sighing at, huh ? Stop getting into trouble for real.” Kaji nagged while turning around to look down at you. “Are you alright ?” he followed up, already looking around your arms and hands – since he still has your wrist in hand – without letting you place an answer to him.

You blushed at his behavior, it was natural, he swore to protect the people around here, but never once you’ve seen him act like this for others. His grip wasn’t tight at all, probably to prevent hurting you and you felt all weird inside because of his touch. Not that you weren’t used to it.

It wasn’t the first time you got into an argument with an unknown and thankfully for you, for some reasons Kaji’s always been around to help you. You’ve also lost count of how many times he had to carry you away from people because you were the actual problem, but it was another question. Things are, it never flustered you as much as it does now, even if it was simply holding lightly onto your wrist.

You pushed him away, assuring that you were ok for him to stop trying to scan you up ; it didn’t work. It does the actual opposite. Now he was sure that you were lying to him when you just wanted for him to take a step behind because your heart was racing in your chest, menacing to jump off of it. His cologne was intoxicating you and he was simply driving you crazy. You had to push his chest for him to let you breathe.

“You’re like, in love with me or something ? Why are you– ”

“Yeah, why would I bother saving your ass every time if not ?!” he cut you out before you could even end your sentence, with an angry look yet a small blush on his cheeks. “Now are you hiding something away from me or what ?!”

Your eyes widened but you still shook your head so he would stop screaming at you. That clearly didn’t help your heart slowing down, but now you just wanted to hide away from him and scream. How can he confess he loves you just like that ?! You were going crazy, thinking about a million things before he took your hand in his.

“Come, I was going to eat at first.” he explained without looking at you.

“Hum, ok. I’m paying, you know. To thank you.”

In the end, he couldn’t let you pay on the first date.

Toma never felt this bad in his entire life. He never wanted to walk into you and Tsubaki talking when he got to the rooftop. He was looking for Umemiya ; but based on the conversation you two were having, he figured out he wasn’t there either. So it bothered him, to not know where his boss was, but what was bothering him even more – making him anxious even – was that he just overheard something he shouldn’t have. His stomach started to hurt again.

You’ve always been close to Tsubaki more than any other captains, talking to them about any issues or insecurities – they all know you two shared secrets about others but none ever had the heart to confront you. He would’ve preferred for you to whine about his behavior, telling you that you couldn’t stand him than that.

“You should talk to him !” Tsubaki exclaimed out of nowhere, or maybe he was thinking too much to pay much attention to what you were saying until that.

“No never ! I already feel like I’m bothering him to tag along too much with his team,” you complained to yourself.

He sighs to himself, hearing you being unsure of yourself hurt him deeper than he thought it would. He needed to talk with you about it, but it will wait for a bit – he still needed to find Umemiya first.

Later that day, Toma decided to stay until you came down to leave and go back home. It was the best timing he could’ve thought of to not let you go home as down as you must have felt earlier. He was anxious, he had no idea how you’d react and even if he seemed calm with his arms crossed on his chest, he wasn’t at all.

“Toma ? Why are you still here ? It’s late already.” And he almost missed you on top of that, great. You tilted your head at him, checking if he was doing fine.

“Yeah I wanted to talk to you,” he said straight, not wanting to spend hours talking about it because it would just make it worse for the both of you. Tsubaki who was just behind you passed through, waving at you two as a silent goodbye.

You two stayed still in front of each other, you were waiting for him to talk but he knew it would be awkward. He didn’t know where to start, how could he tell you that he overheard you earlier ? It was getting messy.

“You’re like, in love with me ?” he asked you straight away in the end, but still unsure and obviously intimidated. You freeze at his question but it was only normal, it was coming out of nowhere from your perspective.

“I– I overheard you earlier when I was looking for Umemiya… I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you that you never bothered me or anyone. I actually like it a lot.” he was digging his own grave and your blush was now impossible to hide. He could tell that you were upset but at the same time there was a small, reassured smile on your lips that you couldn’t keep away.

“I am but I never plan on telling you like this…” you giggled a little bitterly, but you were still happy that it was done.

“You’re taking me home ?” you asked, daring him to in your tone and he couldn’t back down now. 

[multi-fandomedfreak]

Gn!reader and Connor making out in a semi-public spot and Hank is just like "OMFG PLS STOP RUINING MY INNOCENCE BOY"

Maybe hcs of every time hes caught them doing a lil too much PDA wise

(Doesn't specifically have to be making out just excess PDA, maybe Connor and reader are flirting a whole lot just whatever ur comfy with!)

Authors note: IM SO IN LOVE WITH THIS IDEA.

Characters: Connor x Gn!Reader and third wheel Hank (poor guy)

⚠Warnings⚠: Semi-Public making out, mentions of dying (just a little)

🪙🪙🪙🪙🪙

The first time

-You and Connor think you guys are so slick

-Spoiler: you’re not

-You were both pretty new into the relationship so couldn’t keep your hands off each other

-And plus since the station barely had any people, why not sneak off with each other?

-Thinking it was gonna be for just a small while, you both are at the back of the station, smoochin’ away

-and surprise surprise

-you end up staying there long enough for Hank to actually end up getting worried

-like do you have any idea? how long you two have to be away for? for hank to get worried??

-Bc its not like he doesn't care or anything but he simply isn't used to having to actively keep an eye on you two

-but then them mother instincts kicked in after he noticed you two had been gone for a while

-He just starts asking around if anyone saw the two of you

-And happened to stumble in on you guys (poor dude screamed he needed bleach after walking in on you two)

-Lets just say that Hank kept a closer eye on you two after that

The second time

-You two have calmed down since the last incident with Hank walking in on you guys

-But of course you still had your moments with each other

-this time around you weren’t in that much of a public space (what you told yourself)

-just casually behind the Chicken Feed truck while Hank ate his lunch

-yknow, like how normal people do

-You two honestly don't really understand how it even happened

-You wanted a drink from a nearby shop since the drink you wanted wasn't sold at the Chicken Feed

- And Connor simply asked if he could tag along

-Aaand next thing you know you're both behind the Chicken Feed truck, drink long forgotten, with Connor trapped between you and the truck

-Of course, Hank gets worried again since he's a pretty slow eater so he doesn't know how you're still not back after all this time

he swears... that's it. jk jk, I'm just being stupid. anyways, he swears that you both are gonna give him a heart attack someday from how much he worries

-He tries calling you on his phone and gets confused when he hears your ringtone from behind the truck

-Time skip a few minutes later, Connor and you have red ears from Hanks grip and sulking in the car ride to the station after his lecture

-Mostly because he swears the two of you make him worried sick on purpose

The third time

-Ok. this time.

-You didn’t even try to hide it

-Like no joke, just decided to make out right there and then

-On Hanks couch.

-knowing he was about to be back in a little bit

-but heyyyy you both could’ve cared less in that moment

-A few hours earlier, you were after a suspect and one thing lead to another so all of a sudden, you were being held hostage

-So this making out was a bit justified since you almost died thinking that you were never gonna see Connor again

-And he was just as scared

-Soo both of ya just wanted to hold each other for a bit

-That’s probably why when Hank got back from doing whatever Hank does, he bit his tongue (literally) to stop a snippy remark from falling out

-He was just happy you were alive and you two were finding comfort in each other

-Albeit, a little grossed out at your show of affection

-He just cursed under his breath and went to go take a nap

[wildestdreamsblog]

Latibule: Prologue

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (Mafia/Detective AU)

Summary: In which you didn’t know who he truly was- until it was too late. Or in which he found heaven in you.

Warnings: Secret Identity, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Violence, Mention of death, Disability, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: I’m just here to cause chaos, really.

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“Who the fuck are you?”

You frowned when you heard a harsh, baritone voice behind you. You turned around to glare at the injured man and took note that his pale skin looked better now. His midsection was wrapped with a bandage, covering what suspiciously looked like a stab wound. His left thigh was enveloped by yet another bandage and it looked like blood had faintly seeped in the cloth. Finally, you looked in his eyes- his definitely beautiful yet furious eyes. You would have flinched if you weren’t as equally annoyed because surprise, surprise- the bandage in his midsection was starting to bleed through.

For someone who had been asleep for days, this man sure did look alert.

He shouldn’t be trying to get up. In fact, he shouldn’t be moving at all.

“Who the fuck are you?” You snapped back before pushing back the enraged man on your bed. You weren’t even gentle about it. The man flopped down with a pained grunt, his veiny hand immediately going to his covered injury. “Stop moving or else you’ll open your stitches,” You reprimanded him as calmly as you could, which wasn’t much in the first place. “And I wouldn’t stitch them back. Not even if you pay me.”

You were irritated and frankly, exhausted from taking care of him. Ever since you heard loud movements outside your quaint house, you haven’t been sleeping in your hopes to keep him alive. It was four nights ago when you found him bleeding outside your home. How he got there, you had no idea. You almost didn’t see him that night when you went out to foolishly investigate. You decided to forego all the lessons your family and movies taught you about venturing out of your house alone and in the dark. In hindsight though, you should have listened. His dark clothes and equally dark hair hindered you from seeing him. It was too dark that night and the harsh rain almost made it impossible for you to notice him lying on the ground surrounded by your plants if not for his pale, bloodied hand that clutched your ankle.

You remembered screaming that night. You remembered looking down only to see a man on the verge of death in your garden. You remembered kneeling down and immediately checking for a pulse, uncaring of the dirt on the ground and the strong showers of rain drenching the two of you.

You remembered when he opened his dark and cold eyes that looked at you as though you were a celestial being. He held your eyes for a moment, and even on the face of death himself he managed to tilt his lips up. He thought that if that was the end for him, then you being the last he saw in this world was enough to sate him in his descent to hell.

He even thought that you were an angel sent to make sure he went straight to hell, never to cause chaos on the mortal realms again.

You might have slightly panicked when his eyes rolled up, his hold on your ankle slackened, and his pulse weakened. Your adrenaline rush gave you enough strength to take the man inside your house and tended to him, your medical training kicking in. The man was losing so much blood. He had already lost too much blood which wasn’t apparent because of his dark clothes. But you felt his blood on your hands, you saw his glaringly red blood. You saw him dying. And yet, you saw him fighting with every inch of him to stay alive.

To keep breathing.

To stay.

If you asked him years from that night why he kept fighting for his life, he would say that he finally found his purpose.

But of course, at that time he didn’t know why.

Which was exactly how you were in this situation- glaring at the man who obviously had too much anger in his heart.

Out of nowhere, the pale man clutched the back of your neck, bringing you closer to his lounged form. His forehead that was framed with his dark and long hair was almost touching yours. This close and you could see how deep his eye scar was. You hypothesized that it had been years since he was scarred. You were almost certain that the wound didn’t receive proper treatment from the way it healed-jagged and angry. His eyes were full of rage as he attempted to intimidate you. See, a lesser person would have been intimidated by someone like him.

But not you.

“I can easily hurt you, little girl,” he sneered at you, his eyes blazing with hatred.

But you weren’t one to take shit from other people. And so with enough force to remove him from your vicinity, you poked his stab wound. Immediately, the man let go of you to clutch his wound, doubling in pain from the way he seethed at you. His vision partially darkened from the onslaught of pain, yet he didn’t let out any sound.

You stood up straight before putting down the bowl of soup on your bedside table. “In your state?” You said as you rolled your eyes and passed him the spoon. “I highly doubt that. Sit your ass down and finish the soup.”

Part I

[sxcret-garden]

1st Desire ღ Testing Limits [M]

ღ Aspects of Desire series ღ Ateez Jongho x fem!reader ღ words: ~5.9k ღ genre: established relationship, college AU, fluff, some humor, slice of life, smut (dom!Jongho, sub!reader, parts of a very awkward kink negotiation turning into a slightly less awkward kink negotiation asdjflka, choking (reader receiving), unprotected sex, thigh riding, fingering, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms) ღ warnings: (mention of him running his hand through reader’s hair)

Desc.: You and your boyfriend decide to take a step towards a new chapter in your relationship when a secret desire of yours finally slips through. What you didn’t know until now is that he’s more experienced than you thought he was, and that you’re not the only one who’s been dying to spice up your sex life.

Author's note: aaaa I'm really nervous about how this series is gonna do, now that I'm finally putting out the first chapter!! I've been working on it for quite a while and it's become a very important project to me, so I hope y'all enjoy reading as much I enjoy writing it <3

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If someone asked you about the thing you appreciate the most about your boyfriend (at gunpoint, because there’s no way you could choose just one trait under normal circumstances), you’d say it’s his softness. A softness that’s apparent in his smile and in the way he treats people, yet only selected few get to see fully. You remember the first time you felt he was opening up to you a bit, granting you permission to see what’s going on inside, and how that was the moment you started falling in love with him. 

It’s the kindness in his words, behind the sound of his voice when he was reassuring you that he didn’t mind you calling him late at night and out of the blue because you needed someone to talk to, and he was the first person who came to mind. And the other way around, it’s the way he suddenly seemed very small as he crawled into his safe haven that has unmistakably become you when he went through a rough time. 

It’s how he talks to people in general, treating everyone with kindness first of all, because it’s among his core beliefs that everyone deserves to be faced with respect. And it’s the warmth that inevitably breaks through the cracks and to the outside when he smiles, laughs at some weird joke, or simply when he steps aside to make way for a complete stranger rushing past him in the crowd.

It’s how you feel when he holds you, wrapping his arms around you, the warmth of his body warming you up too, and you can finally let go of the tension you’ve been carrying within your bones all day. It’s the way he kisses you - you remember your first kiss that was merely lips brushing against each other in a feathery light touch, and the bright yet shy smile that took over his entire face right after, and you still recall how this too made you fall for him yet a little bit deeper. 

So why is it that you can’t but feel yourself bursting with excitement when he isn’t being soft at all?

It started quite early, in the blink of a moment and definitely not on purpose. You were out with some of his friends and some of your friends, and though most of them could sense there was something going on between the two of you, you weren’t official yet. And so it happened that one of his friends drunkenly, after visiting a bar not far from the place you had spent an entire afternoon together, tried to get close to you. It wasn’t to the point you would’ve felt uncomfortable - he started talking to you like one normally would when attempting to strike up a conversation, asking questions that made it clear he was interested in you. You didn’t find his way of chatting with you overbearing or anything, and you didn’t think much of it when he touched your arm seemingly mindlessly, but the second it striked you that just maybe this guy was glued to you a bit unusually much, Jongho stepped in. You can clearly recall the anger reflecting on his face, suddenly making an expression that didn’t show a single trace of the kindness you were used to. You don’t remember what exactly he said when he told the guy off, you barely even remember the shock apparent in your other friends’ hushed whispers as everyone seemed to agree that his reaction was a tad exaggerated. What you do recall was how it made your heart suddenly skip a beat. Back then you appointed this solely to your budding feelings for him and that you were crushing on him bad. However, with each time the memory came back to haunt you afterwards, it became more and more clear that there was something undeniably attractive about this side of him that is anything but soft. 

You also felt it when you were play fighting, like that time he momentarily raised his eyebrows at you almost mockingly, looking down at your smaller frame while holding an item just out of reach to mess with you as revenge, after you had managed to mildly piss him off. And even when that expression was wiped off his face mere seconds later as he handed you what you were desperately trying to reach with an apology accompanied by a sheepish smile, the pounding in your chest wouldn’t cease. 

And then there’s another situation where these complex desires you’re keeping hidden away mostly because you just don’t know how to bring them up to him keep taking over and clouding your mind, like a fire that’s only waiting to be ignited, in order to burn you up whole.

His lips brush against yours, parting from you after what can barely be considered a kiss. You feel his weight on top of you, he has your hands pinned against the bed to either side of your head, supporting himself like that as he rolls his hips into yours. Smooth and slow movements meant to satisfy you, but not for long, and yet the pleasure keeps building up in the pit of your stomach. 

“Fuck…” you mutter a curse, squeezing your eyes tightly shut in the race towards your high, and still you know he isn’t giving you everything yet. 

“You look so pretty like this.” The words slip past Jongho’s lips, and you sigh at the way they make you feel, only to take a glance at his face, seeing the desperate chase towards his high reflecting on his features as well. He lets go of one of your hands without changing the pace at which he thrusts into you, fingertips dancing down your arm until he reaches your jaw, loosely cupping your face. The touch sends an electric wave through your body, and you remember a distinct thought that keeps creeping into your mind time and time again these days. And now that he has brought his hand so close to where you’re aching to really have it, you can’t but put your own palm on top of it. If it hadn’t been for these coincidences, this, and the fact that just before he had pushed you down onto his bed to make love to you, this thought came to haunt you once again, you wouldn’t do what you’re about to do.

You wrap your fingers around his wrist, and without any signs of resistance, he lets you peel his hand off your cheek. However, when you place it on top of your throat instead, extending your neck almost instinctively when you feel his fingertips grazing your pulse, your boyfriend slows down, and eventually his movements come to a halt.

“Are you… are you sure about this?” As you hear him whisper those words, your first thought is that he must not like what you just did. But when you take a look at his face, and you see the way his eyes have undeniably darkened, his lips slightly parted as he tries to catch his breath, you feel like the complete opposite must be true.

“Yeah,” you mouth. “Been wanting to try this for so long…” Your confession causes yet another emotion to spark behind his gaze that’s suddenly so intent, and so much more intense than you’re used to. It takes him merely a moment to process your words, then he moves away from you with a muttered “wait”. Depriving you of both the touch against your throat that you’ve been longing for so much, and the sensation of him filling you up so perfectly leaves you feeling unexpectedly empty, but when he instead sits before you, taking you by the hands and pulling you towards him, you follow eagerly while something connects in your mind - he knows what he’s doing.

“Come here,” Jongho whispers, inviting you into his lap, his gaze finding your lips while he helps you move closer. “Ride me?” You can only nod once before he kisses you, allowing you to sink down on his length as he releases you and then reconnects your lips, and without hesitation you can feel him putting his hand around your nape again. He starts with bringing his palm up to your chest, moving it up unhurriedly, yet not letting you wait, and as soon as his thumb brushes across your throat, you break the kiss to throw your head back and you let out a soft moan. Your heart is racing like crazy from the simple motion alone, and he places his other hand onto your hip to guide you into a steady pace on top of him.

“You like that?” he asks, curiously, and yet you don’t miss the amused spark flaring up in his eyes when you glance at him.

“Yeah,” you reply honestly as your whole body heats up. It really does feel even better than you imagined it, like this one simple touch has engulfed you in flames, making you feel a kind of sensation you’ve never felt before. Your boyfriend moves his hand to the back of your head, entangling his fingers with the strands of your hair now, and you immediately furrow your brows in protest. It causes a smirk to appear on his lips, and the thumb of his hand resting on your hip finds its way to your clit, starting to give the sensitive bundle of nerves some attention.

“F-fuck…” you stutter, arms thrown around his shoulders and you let yourself fall forward in order to bury your face in the crook of his neck. Tutting at you, he brings his hand back to where you wanted it, pushing you away gently in order to be able to look at your face.

“Let me watch as you cum,” he mutters, his gaze taking in your features, and when you whimper in agreement he too lets out a breathy moan. Applying some more pressure to your clit, he never once takes his eyes off you as you’re racing towards your high - you can tell he’s enjoying this newfound power he has over you, and it’s getting him off too. 

Only a few more repetitions of your movements on top of him and your hips start to stutter, and when he moves his hand resting against your throat just a bit further up, blood rushes to your head at once. You know you won’t last much longer, and so you mewl,

“G-gonna cum…” A sigh of approval falls from his lips, before he answers with a strained “me too”, and then your high comes crashing down on you. You dig your nails into the skin on his shoulders as your body is shaken, and the convulsions around his cock buried inside of you have him letting out a broken groan, before you can feel him releasing deep in your cunt as well. 

As you gradually come down from your respective highs, you lie down side by side, and when your eyes meet for a moment you both know it’s about time you two had a conversation about this. However, for now it’s too late at night anyway, and with him nuzzling his nose into your temple and pulling you close, you decide that it could just as well wait until tomorrow. 

“So…” Your boyfriend joins his hands together in front of him, his right hand clasping his left fist, and the second you look at him, he looks away instinctively.

“Yeah…” you answer, knowing what he’s trying to say, but somehow it’s hard to break through the air of awkwardness that has settled around you the moment you both sat down in the living room area of his flat. With him having made himself comfortable on the sofa (and then subsequently tensed up as you entered his proximity), you decided to misuse the coffee table in front of it as a seating opportunity, for the sake of being able to sit across from him, figuring that might make the conversation easier.

It doesn’t. You both don’t know what to say, and this is by no means a one time thing. You recall other occasions where you both sat down to talk and then the beginning of the conversation was similarly difficult, just that usually it’s about a problem you have, hurt feelings, or anything else one of you felt needed to be talked out. And you know that usually one of you eventually breaks the ice - admittedly it’s him who gets the conversation going most of the time, a skill you very much value in your boyfriend - but this here is very different. Sure, sex has been brought up between you two before, you are actively having sex with each other after all, but somehow the feel of a talk about it has never seemed this serious.

“Is it… supposed to be this awkward?” This time it’s you who starts the first attempt at smoothing out the mental obstacles that are undoubtedly there. And it seems to be working, because as Jongho lets out a soft laugh at your remark, you can see some of the tension leaving his shoulders.

“Ah, no…” he says, but then he quickly adds, “I mean, it can be, I guess. The first time I had this conversation it started the same, so…” Ending on an implication, he monitors your reaction to his words closely for an entirely different reason. You know he broke up with his last girlfriend not too long before the two of you started getting closer, but he’s never talked about their sexual relationship with you before.

“Oh?” You raise your eyebrows, now feeling genuinely curious. “What do you mean?” Your boyfriend straightens his back as he rolls back his shoulders, and with you watching how his gaze wanders from one point to the other on the wall behind you, he gathers his thoughts and becomes serious.

“You know… when you put my hand around your throat, I liked that. I mean,” he lets out a short laugh, “I think you figured as much.”

“I could tell, yeah,” you confirm, and when he looks at you to continue talking, you feel yourself gulping. His gaze seems more intense than usual, despite his otherwise softened features - or are you imagining things and it’s just your own nerves? You have no idea.

“I did this kind of stuff with my ex too,” he says. “Like… not just the choking, you know? We did other things too, dipped our toes into testing out what it would be like if I have more power over the situation,...”

“Like… BDSM stuff?” The question comes out more awkwardly than it should’ve, and you can clearly sense that you have no idea how to approach the topic in conversation. Then again, it’s just another thing people do - no need to be so uptight about it, right?

“Yeah.” He’s averting his gaze again, shyness creeping onto his face, and somehow you find the contrast between his words and the air around him endearing.

“Like… with whips and stuff?” you continue asking, because you’ve never thought about him in that context, but somehow you can see the association making sense.

“Ah, no, we didn’t go that far,” Jongho explains, waving his hands in front of himself to underline his statement. “We did other things, but… ultimately what we wanted out of that play didn’t align.”

“Oh,” you gasp, wondering whether that was part of the reason why they broke up, but you don’t pry for now.

“So… what I’m trying to say is… I’ve been thinking about how to bring this up to you. But I didn’t want to… make you feel uncomfortable. Since we’ve been keeping things very vanilla so far, you know?”

“You wouldn’t have-” you immediately try to refute, but you stop yourself. Really, you don’t know if you would’ve been intimidated by your boyfriend’s desires. It probably depends on what kind of stuff he wants to do to you. Expanding on the image you brought up earlier in your head, you realize you’re not sure if you’d be okay with whips after all. “Actually, what are the things you want to do?” You decide to pose a question instead, understanding that you shouldn’t give him any definite answers about this without being 100% sure about them yourself. And though you expect him to have a reply right away, he hesitates.

“Maybe… we should take this slow,” he says, voicing his thoughts out loud, and you can tell he really is afraid of scaring you off. So you reach out across the gap in between your knees, until your hands are resting on top of his.

“It’s okay,” you reassure him. “Let’s talk about it, and I tell you if I’m okay with the things you want.”

“Okay,” he agrees eventually, but then sinks into thought once again.

“What is it?” you chuckle as he doesn’t speak. “You’re taking this very seriously.” Your remark tears him out of his thoughts, and the complicated expression on his face tells you he isn’t entirely sure how to take your words. “I mean, isn’t it about fun most of all?” you add, and now he furrows his brows.

“It’s not that it’s not about fun, just… you need to be careful about these things. Even with what we did last time, if I put my hand around your throat the wrong way or apply too much pressure I can seriously hurt you. And I don’t want that.” Not just from the content of his speech, but also from the way he looks at you you can tell that there’s some very logical reasons behind his caution, and it causes you to think that maybe you’re not taking this seriously enough.

“You’re right, I think I get it now,” you answer, lowering your head apologetically.

“So maybe we should start with the things I’ve done before,” your partner continues. “That way we can test the waters, and I can make sure I know what I’m doing and can ensure your safety.”

“That sounds like a plan.”

“So… are you okay with the kind of dynamic where I take on a more dominant role?” he follows up with a question, and you swallow thickly at all the associations popping up in your head. Even just the thought of you submitting to him has your temperature rising, and so you nod.

“Yes, I would like that.”

You talk about a few things, mostly kinks and practices he brings up, and as he’s taking his time discussing everything, repeatedly reminding you that if you’re unsure about something you can just say no and bring it up at a later point if you happen to get curious about it again, you’re beginning to develop an entirely new understanding of boundaries. It’s like everyone talks about them and their importance, yet it’s hard to figure out how to have a conversation about them, except for the “say no if you don’t want something” part. And even that’s tricky, because sometimes people simply don’t respect a no.

You feel like that’s not the case here at all, and so your conversation becomes yet another reason for why you feel you can trust him so much. And at the same time you come to understand that he too needs to be able to trust you, if you’re going to try getting more adventurous in the bedroom.

“Let’s use the color system, just in case,” he suggests. “Have you heard of it?”

“Like ‘green’ for ‘keep going’, ‘red’ for ‘stop’ and ‘yellow’ for…”

“For ‘slow down’ or… as a sign you’re getting close to your limits,” he finishes the sentence for you. “Even if we’re just going to try one thing at a time, I’d like to use that to check in with you, just in case.” You agree with his suggestion, and at the same time you notice how you’re much more comfortable than at the beginning of the conversation. No trace of awkwardness left. Instead, you feel yourself getting excited at all the new opportunities opening themselves up to you at once. You’ve been fantasizing about spicing up your sex life for a while now, and having finally made that first step towards it affects you in more ways than one.

“So…” you mutter as you lean in, your hands reaching for his and fitting into them very naturally. “Wanna get right to it?” You ask, your lips merely an inch away from his, but Jongho just laughs as he leans back.

“Y/N, isn’t it about time you leave for your evening class?” Immediately, a pout forms on your lips, and you’re more than unhappy about him bursting your bubble like that.

“It’s not a class, it’s just a meet-up for a project…” you refute, though you shouldn’t skip that either. Your boyfriend gives you an endearing look, his gums showing as he shoots you a smile and he extends his arm to run his fingers through your hair.

“Go to that meet-up, Y/N,” he says, and his expression changes ever so slightly as he adds, “And when you’re back, we can see if there’s a way I can reward you for your hard work.” You can undeniably feel the shift in energy from his last words, the way you suddenly feel like you’re smaller than him, like he’s been elevated to standing just a step above you. It’s not like you haven’t felt this air of dominance radiating off of him ever before, but after your conversation just now it has been put into an entirely new context, and it causes yet another spark of excitement to sear through you. And so all you can do is nod and get up to get ready for your meeting.

When the sun has long set and you get back home, your boyfriend is already awaiting you, as promised. To the question about whether you have eaten dinner yet, you answer no, and to your dismay he makes you wait for the thing you’re really craving just a bit longer.

“You should eat,” he says, hand brushing against your back as he notices you sitting down in front of some leftovers with a disappointed expression on your face that you just can’t hide, and he adds with an amused chuckle, “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you this impatient.” You say nothing, and when you continue sulking it just makes him laugh some more. You know he’s being caring - and definitely reasonable - when he makes you do your evening routine too after that, but deep inside you really do wonder how he can bear the wait that you’re very much already tired of. And then finally you’re moving towards the bedroom, and if you’re not mistaken you can finally see a hint of impatience in the way he watches you walk up to him.

You take a step forward, to where he’s sitting at the edge of the bed and you place your hands on his shoulders, fingers playing with the collar of his pajamas. His hands find purchase on your waist, pulling you in closer yet, until your shins hit the wooden bedframe, and then his palms wander south to your hips. 

“I’ve made you wait too long, hm?” he mutters. You say nothing, instead running your fingers through his hair, and your boyfriend briefly closes his eyes as he leans into your touch. You move towards him, bowing down in order to press a kiss onto his lips, and when your fingers begin fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, you reply with a chuckle,

“You did.” Watching you as you finish undoing the button-up shirt, he allows you to sit in his lap to straddle him once you’re done, and without hesitation you connect your lips to his. You can feel him sigh into your kiss as your fingertips come in contact with his stomach, and you move your palm all the way up in order to place it at the back of his neck. His tongue swiping across your bottom lip, you let him deepen the kiss, and when you play with the short strands at the back of his head he becomes just a little more passionate in how he kisses you. Effortlessly, he takes the lead from you, and when you finally part you’re more breathless than he is. One of his palms now placed at the small of your back, he pulls you closer yet, applying some pressure to make you roll your hips on top of him. 

“That’s right,” he mutters, your faces mere inches apart, and you let out a shaky breath at the friction of your clothed cunt rubbing against his leg. He brings his free hand up to cup your cheek, gaze dropping down to your lips, but contrary to your expectation, he doesn’t kiss you. “Keep going,” he encourages you, and so you fall into a steady rhythm, a wave of heat rushing to your core with every repetition of your movements. “Feels good?” he asks and you nod.

“Yeah…” His gaze burns like fire as he watches you closely, making sure he doesn’t miss a single change of expression on your face.

“So, what’s your color?”

“Green…” you respond without having to think about it much, feeling the pleasure slowly building up. “You could tell though, right?” you add.

“Yeah.” Jongho smiles at you, letting his hands travel to the hem of your shirt and pulling it up. You let go of his shoulders for a moment to let him peel it off you, before he flings it somewhere to the ground and you throw your arms around his neck again. “Just thought I could bring it up once,” he then adds, and you let him hear a soft chuckle. 

“You don’t have to be that careful,” you whisper. To be quite honest, you adore him for taking your safety so seriously, way more seriously than you think is necessary - because as for you there’s no way you’d feel uncomfortable about something as tame as this, but you appreciate his caution nonetheless.

A curse falls from your lips as you’re able to feel your orgasm gradually building up somewhere in the depths of your stomach, and when you feel him running his hands up your torso once more, a shiver runs down your spine. He’s letting his touch come close to your throat, but not quite far enough, and yet you lean your head back instinctively, to give him access. You don’t miss the amused huff he lets out at your reaction, and instead of his fingers, you can now feel his lips attached to your skin there. Supporting you with his palm against your back, he kisses his way up along your pulse, the sensation making you moan, and when he lets his teeth graze your skin just below your ear your head starts to spin. Your hips stutter at the sensations overwhelming you, and he’s quick to reach for your waist to hold you down, making you halt your movements. He scatters kisses along your jaw before calling your name to make you look at him, and when you do, he brushes his lips against yours. Deepening the kiss, he simultaneously slips his hand past the hem of your pants, and when he presses his fingertips against your folds through your soaked underwear, you can feel him grinning into the kiss.

“Already made a mess of yourself, hm?” You shudder at his words, and at the tone of his voice that’s somehow different from how he usually talks to you in this kind of situation. You’re used to him speaking softly as he quite literally makes love to you, but this is different. 

Everything about it is different, right from the moment he invited you to sit on his lap. So this is what he was talking about, what you were so curious about, and now that you’re getting a taste of this side of your boyfriend, the only thing you know is that you want more.

“Y-yeah,” you can only whimper an answer, and you suck in a sharp breath when he pushes aside your soiled panties in order to touch you directly. He watches again, the look in his eyes making you feel small and helpless - but not in a bad way. It’s like you want him to take control of you, to do with you whatever he pleases - you feel yourself submitting to him. 

A finger pushed inside your wet pussy has you moaning, a second finger makes you curse and fall forward, attempting to bury your face in the crook of his neck, but he clicks his tongue and pushes you back into an upright position with his palm against your chest. 

“I want to watch,” Jongho says, it’s almost a whisper, the energy behind his words is very different from the last time this exact scenario played out, and his words ring in your ears loudly, only serving to amplify the pleasure his touches send through your body. Bucking your hips into his hand to see whether he would allow you to move, you become aware of the bulge in his pants, and the urge to touch him overcomes you.

“Can I…?” You ask, looking down on him and then back into his face, and his answer is short and clear.

“No.” He curls his fingers that are buried in your cunt, pulling them out only to thrust them back in, and when he finds that perfect spot inside you, you arch your back into his touch, your nails digging into the fabric covering his shoulders.

“Right there… don’t stop…” you beg, eyes shut tightly, as he continues fingering you at an unhurried pace. You roll your hips into his hand, your sensitive bud grazing his palm for some friction with every movement, and you can now undeniably feel your high approaching at lightning speed. 

“Look at me, Y/N,” he says, and your name spoken in this tone you’ve never heard from him alone would’ve almost sent you over the edge. “You look so pretty when you cum. But…” The broken whine you let out when he removes his hand from your core as you shudder causes a hint of delight to tug at the corners of his mouth. “You’re gonna look even prettier when you cum with my hand around your throat.”

“Why…” is all you can whimper at his sudden action, not having fully registered the meaning of his last words yet. Then he pushes you off his lap and back onto your feet.

“Take your clothes off for me,” he orders, his tone softening, yet his sharp gaze won’t leave you. You do as told, and he as well rids himself of his pajamas, before he makes you lie down flat and comfortably in the middle of the bed. He wastes no time to get on top of you, scattering a trail of impatient kisses from your sternum up to your mouth. His lips feel rougher against yours now, his tongue quick to part them and to find yours as your hands fly to his back, nails digging into his bare skin. Up until now he’s usually taken his time with you, no surprising movements at all, and so you understandably gasp in surprise when now he unexpectedly breaks the kiss to sit up, reaching for your thighs and bringing them up. Throwing your legs over his shoulders, he leans in closer, and you mewl when he rolls his hips against yours once, his cock grazing your folds and clit.

“That feel okay?” he asks, and you nod immediately, clenching around thin air as you feel yourself growing more and more impatient. 

“I’m okay,” you reply, desperately. “More than okay.” His hands resting on the underside of your thighs as he presses them into the sheets to your sides, he pushes up into you, making you cry out from the force behind his thrust. 

“Shit…” you curse at the impact.

“And that?” he asks. “How’s-”

“Please just keep going, please…” you interrupt him, and contrary to your plea, he does nothing but look down at your state with a big smirk on his face. He has you exactly where he wants you, you know that now, and to be honest? You can only wonder why you haven’t started having rougher sex like this earlier. “Please…” you whimper again.

“What do you want?” Jongho asks, placing one of his palms onto your stomach. “Want me to ruin you?”

“Y-yes please,” you whine. He moves his hand up a bit, slowly, but not too slow, and when he finally snakes his fingers around your throat, you let out an uncontrolled moan.

“Like this?” he asks, and at this point you’re sure he’s only dragging this out to provoke you for the fun of it. And yet, with his hand around your neck like this you don’t have the strength in you to fight back or to do anything but beg.

“Y-yes… baby please…” 

“Please what?”

“Please ruin me…” This seemingly being the answer he wanted to hear, he now starts thrusting into you, slowly at first. But his smooth motions soon turn into something rougher, something led not by self-control, but by his own lust, maybe his need for release, maybe his desire to see with his own eyes what he can do to you like this. And then there’s his hand around your throat, his touch feeling hot against your skin, even though it’s only resting there, not applying any pressure whatsoever. And still you find yourself unable to do anything but moan along with the pace he’s pounding into you, his weight pressing your body into the mattress. Groans fall from his lips as well, and you can feel a dull pain as he digs his nails into the flesh on your thigh. 

“‘M coming… close…” you mewl, and as if that was his cue, you feel his grip around your neck becoming just a bit tighter, and his fingertips press down onto your pulse. Your head starts to spin, your mouth falling open, one broken moan after the other coming out, and mere moments later your high crashes down on you. Your body shakes violently and you feel your boyfriend’s hand being retracted from your throat, and the second he does you moan his name, clenching around his length that’s thrusting in and out of you even faster now. It doesn’t take long until he as well finds his release, a hissed curse falling from his lips as his short hair falls into his face, covering his expression as he too is shaken from the pleasure.

He pulls out of you, reaching for the tissues he’s keeping beside his bed to help clean you up before doing the same for himself and then he thoroughly inspects your throat, making sure he didn’t accidentally apply too much pressure or leave a mark.

“Are you okay?” he asks and you nod. “No pain anywhere?”

“No,” you answer, giving him a tired smile, and then you sit up. “Actually… I really enjoyed that.” For some reason you feel shy as you speak those words, and he immediately picks up on your state of mind, reaching out to cup your face and run his thumb across your cheek in a reassuring motion.

“That’s good.”

“And you? Did you… enjoy it?” And now suddenly he looks away somewhat shyly as well, and for a second there it’s hard to imagine this is the same person who’s been fucking you like that just a hot minute ago.

“I did,” your boyfriend answers. 

“Then let’s try out more,” you suggest, but then you rephrase your words to make them come out sounding as sure of yourself as you are. “I want to know more.”

[blasphemecel]

Michael Kaiser, Alexis Ness — Dog Walking

PAIRING: Michael Kaiser/Reader/Alexis Ness WORD COUNT: 3.2k TYPE: Humor, Bad flirting (it's so bad I don't know if i can call it flirting in good faith), Bad matchmaking (there was an attempt), Rivalry WARNING(S): Canon-typical football derangement, canon-typical behavior EDIT: This got a continuation, yay. And an add-on

Kaiser got it in his head that he has taken a liking to you. This is great and all, not like Ness is gritting his teeth and clenching his fists and getting angry or anything, but- okay, he is.

An obvious reason for his displeasure would be jealousy, but that’s not quite it. Ness thinks it would be entitled and insolent of him to feel any type of way about Kaiser’s personal affairs, so he hasn’t even entertained the notion. The problem is entirely different.

Just like everyone else in Blue Lock, you’re… Kaiser-opposed? Is that the right way to word it? Anyway, the point is, your shitty personality is making his job really hard. Which leads the three of you to this current situation.

“Ow! Ness, what the hell is your problem?!” you shriek, after having tripped and fell. The only reason your face isn’t attached to the floor fight now is because you softened the blow with your elbow.

“I didn’t mean it- I’m so sorry!”

“You didn’t mean it? You literally did it on purpose.”

This isn’t how it should’ve played out, though.

You were supposed to fall right into Kaiser’s arms, but you landed about a step away from him. They even practiced this routine with the others! Granted, no one agreed to it and was rather subjected to it whenever in Ness and Kaiser’s general vicinity, and, no, it didn’t work all the time, but they were just getting the hang of it. (Thankfully, no one sustained any serious injuries, apart from bearing some mental scars after hearing Kaiser say ‘Don’t go falling for me now’ in a wannabe suave tone.)

“Yeah, Ness, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Kaiser adds, before moving to crouch down and help you with a smidge of concern in his expression.

Ness’s eyes widen at the betrayal. Kaiser is such a fake bitch sometimes. Not like he’s going to do anything about it, or even that he minds, but seriously? No shame or decorum is on display here.

You don’t buy it, slapping his hands away. “I bet you put him up to it,” you say, before standing up all by yourself. Then you twist your leg around back and forth for a bit, as if to check how well it’s working, before you eventually lift it high up in the air. “Listen, you tie-dyed toerags.”

Ness flinches because what kind of way to address someone is this? Kaiser crosses his arms, shiteating grin receding into a little frown.

“I’m at my most divine when scoring a goal. You see this?” Your foot is now hovering near their faces while you stretch. This… What is it? A flex? A display? Whatever it is that you’re doing right now, Ness finds it unnerving. “It’s what I use to score. If you did something to take that ability away from me, you’d get pretty bad karma, you know? Angels would cry. Believe me.”

Ness tugs on Kaiser’s sleeve — to remind him he’s supposed to respond instead of just stare at you with a blank, creepy look on his face — and, as filler, says, “You’re very, um, flexible.”

“Yeah,” you say, moving into an even more convoluted position. “I have many attractive qualities. Deserving of being a superstar ace, you know? Dump Kaiser. Pass to me. You’re way too good to play second fiddle, Ness. With me, you won’t be stuck in a Tweedlecum and Tweedlepee dynamic.”

“What?! You- you- you, you, you, yooooou-?! What are you talking about?! I’d never betray him! I’m not joining your circus, clown! Unbelievable! Learn your place already. You never learn,” Ness says in a jumble. For some reason, he’s more offended than Kaiser is.

Here’s the thing about you — you’re insane. A has-an-interesting-psychological-file type of crazy. A hollow-inner-world type of crazy.

A Ness-loves-it type of crazy, as objectionable as he is acting to your offer.

“Calm down. No need to get your panties in a twist over some shitty trash talk,” says Kaiser, placing his hand on Ness’s head, forcing him to lower himself in a slight bow in front of you. Finally, you quit your bizarre movements and assume a more proper stance, while Kaiser leans in closer to you, shifting his gaze in your direction. This leaves Ness to watch you two engage in a round of charged glaring… again. Which is always compromising, but then Kaiser has to run his fingers through his hair, too. “You’re just like a chihuahua that hasn’t warmed up to its owner yet. Your barking doesn’t faze me.”

Your eye twitches at the analogy, face scrunching in an ugly way. “The hell did you just say to me? If I catch you somewhere Ego can’t see me, I’ll give you the beating of a lifetime.”

Instead of responding in a normal way, Kaiser points his finger in your face, almost poking you, twirls it around in a circle, which makes you furrow your brows even harder if possible as you scrutinize him like he’s a lower life form.

“See? Doesn’t bite. Totally harmless,” Kaiser says with a lilt of amusement. Then he swings an arm around Ness’s shoulders and turns him around before pulling him along so they can get away from you.

His tone is convincing enough to give off the impression of winning this verbal spat. However, Ness can’t help but notice that they’re speed walking.

___

When Ness turns around, you’re leaning on the bench with your foot, elbow resting on your knee. He lets out an undignified scream, taking a step back, startled, and even drops his water bottle. “Don’t sneak up on me like that! How come you didn’t make a noise? What are you?”

Kaiser regards the commotion with not even a sliver of curiosity and instead grins after nodding at you in greeting. “Look who came crawling back searching for my company, Ness.”

“I was thinking about that stuff you told me yesterday,” you say.

“Really? And what thrilling conclusion did you come to?” he asks, with sarcastic emphasis on the word ‘thrilling.’

“I’m going to spend my points from goals on taking a day off. Come along with me and we’re gonna fight, preferably in front of a big audience that can watch me humiliate you. By the way, it's a duel, so you can’t decline.”

“Wow, you’re asking me out on a date? Since when are you so adorable? I guess I just can’t reject you when you’re being vulnerable.”

“No one likes delusional men, Kaiser. I’d rather embalm myself and then desecrate my own corpse.”

Kaiser appears to find this amusing or in some way adjacent to flirting because his smile becomes a touch more irritating, but also a bit incredulous. “Crazy fucking bastard. You’ve got unique ways of pretending you’re not into me, though. It’s entertaining.”

“Your mouth is like a dirty urinal. You swear like a preteen who just found out what sixty-nine means, worry about that.”

Kaiser stares at you in shock, jaw hanging slightly open. In your head, you consider this a huge win, since it’s the first time you’ve visibly put him off.

“Keep gaping at me, I might just take a piss.”

“H-How dare you?!” Ness lunges at you, and the only thing to stop him from strangling you on live television — sensational, you like it — is the fact that Kaiser is holding him back by the collar. You find the sight of him swiping his fists in the air vaguely adorable. “How can you say these things? Just in general, let alone to Kaiser?”

You observe him in mild surprise for a second and the sincerity in your expression makes it all the more infuriating when you ask, “Oh, you’re still here?”

___

For once in his life, Ness is being very assertive. At least that’s what you think while he drags you over to their side of the cafeteria, fingers curling tight enough around your wrist to probably disturb your blood circulation.

Kaiser pulls out a chair for you when you come into view, then Ness shoves you so you’re sitting, and Kaiser pushes it back in, causing you to almost double over the table. Ness slides over some kind of fancy meal you can’t even identify in front of you. Kaiser leans down, his hair brushing against you, and then he reaches around your shoulder to aggressively stab one of the slices with a fork. With a perhaps demented smile, he declares, “We’re going to talk about strategy today,” before taking the seat next to yours.

“We’re not going to talk about strategy because I’m not one of your groupies,” you say, picking up on the conversation with ease.

Ness plops down on your other side, apparently having decided he has enough authority to lecture you. “No, no, no! This isn’t working. Isagi does whatever he wants, Kunigami does whatever he wants, you do whatever you want. It’s pure chaos on the field! No synergy! It doesn’t make any sense!”

“Join us. If you’re not following,” Kaiser adds, his arm finally receding away from you, “this is a compliment. You’re the one best suited for me, which is a big honor.”

“I have a way better idea. How about I continue doing whatever I want, and by the end of this Neo Egotist League ordeal, you two and everyone else you mentioned sing my name in a choir?”

“Ungrateful,” Ness mutters, petulant.

Kaiser grins, mocking, but also intrigued. “Are you still hanging onto the high of that goal against Barcha? Your ego is unhinged and, honestly, you’re not doing yourself any favors. Your type is always the most fun to break.”

Like he’s any different?

The score you landed, though — the one Kaiser is referencing — was what sparked his interest. You jumped in and stole the pass Isagi meant for Kunigami, securing the point right under their noses. Then, you faced Kaiser and took him by the chin like he’d done to Isagi on arrival, and even imitated his introduction, “On your knees, Bastard München,” with inconceivable amounts of smugness.

It was… interesting. Outlandish. A first. Ness berated you and Isagi together, but you kind of walked away in the middle of it without a care.

Here’s the other detail which is keeping Ness’s sanity intact (not like he’s renowned for his mental stability, but): Kaiser taking a liking to you isn’t necessarily a good thing, even if he’s treating you differently than the other competitors. It doesn’t say anything positive about your character, isn’t in any way sentimental — it’s more as if someone held up a mirror in front of him and he began obsessing over his reflection.

“I’m big and you’re small. That’s why you can’t tame me,” you say.

“He’s taller than you!” Ness defends.

“Did the voices in your head tell you that?” Kaiser asks you, and he does not acknowledge Ness’s meager attempt to upkeep his honor.

“I mean it. You think you can brute force everything and bend it to your version of reality. That’s fragile. I don’t mind falling from a high place. It kind of appeals to me, actually, you know, crawling back up, but more beautiful.”

The corners of his lips turn up in a manner you interpret as more baleful than usual. “I don’t know if you’re big or if I’m small or whatever you wanna call it, but what I know for sure is that you’re a melodramatic jerk off.”

“Anyway,” you stand up, taking the plate as you do so, “you don’t think often, so I won’t blame you for calling my internal monologue a hallucination. You can’t help it. Bye.”

___

The locker room is an environment you find ripe for picking fights in. Especially when everyone is tired after a practice match. At least the place is free of anyone besides your usual targets.

“Ness,” you say upon approaching them — they’re always together, it almost seems codependent — and then take a hold of his hand, all beguiling. Kaiser scoffs, apparently not interested in getting into it with you this once, while Ness stares at you doe-eyed. “I think it’s about time you get some dignity.”

“What kind of opening line is that?!” he asks, expression shifting from bashful to irritated.

“He’s just been even more awful to you lately and you’re still attached to his asshole like you’re a part of the human centipede.”

“You made fun of me for swearing, but look at the shit you’re saying right now.”

“I do it sparingly and with style. Please stop trying to compete where you don’t compare.” After a dismissive glance towards Kaiser, you turn your attention back to Ness, letting go of his hand to wrap an arm around his waist. “Anyway, the point is, he’s not acting very appreciative of your talent. I could treat you so much better if you passed to me. We don’t even need to entirely exclude him or anything, I’m a tolerant person.”

“I can see and appreciate Ness’s talent just fine. He’ll stay by my side no matter what.” Ness blushes because that’s kind of an intense statement to make out of nowhere? Kaiser’s fingers curl around his jawline before he pushes Ness’s head into his shoulder. “And I’m going to add you to the roster while I’m at it.”

What the fuck is even going on? Maybe the delusions of grandeur you and Kaiser seem to suffer from are becoming contagious, but it sounds like you two are fighting… over HIM? A more well-adjusted person would probably find this objectifying or otherwise demeaning, but Ness, mostly because of who he is — terminally unwanted — wonders if he’s in heaven right now.

Then again, Ness isn’t an idiot. His ignorance is willful. There’s a cap to the nonsense even he is willing to tolerate. So he lets this feeling of I’ve-never-been-happier linger for a little, your bickering fading into background noise, before he squirms away from both of you.

“I’m tired of how you guys are acting,” he calls over his shoulder.

Kaiser is gawking again. You let out an amused whistle, as if you find this development pleasing, before forcing Kaiser’s jaw closed.

“Don’t talk to me… for the rest of the day,” Ness continues, before leaving. His resolve ends on a weak note, but oh well.

“What the hell? Did Ness just reject me?” Kaiser asks, slapping off your pesky hand. “First you don’t want me, now even Ness doesn’t want me. I’m sick of this wretched place. Everything is all out of whack here.”

You burst out laughing. “Are your sensitive little feelings unable to handle a few hours without him?”

“Shut up,” says Kaiser. There isn’t enough bite in it.

“I can tell whatever tantrum you’re about to have is gonna give me secondhand embarrassment, so I’m gonna go as well.”

You’re not prepared for Kaiser to slam you into the locker and cage you in with his arms. Some vein you don’t know the name of looks very pronounced on his forehead, and you don’t think it’s supposed to be doing that?

You roll your eyes. “Take the hint, your machismo shtick isn’t doing it for me.”

“I’m not trying to make a move on you, shithead. I’m sick of your outrageous attitude as well. What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re always leaving in the middle of conversations, even ones you initiated. Do you know how rude that is? No one ever taught you some fucking manners? What’s your home life like?”

Ignoring whatever he’s even talking about — it’s going in one ear and out of the other as usual — you trail your hands over his shoulders.

“Stop trying to distract me. I’m listing out all of your personality defects.” He’s not really putting up a fight, though, doesn’t even shrug you off when you move onto caressing his neck. “We’re arguing,” Kaiser says, before leaning in to complete the kiss you were trying to pull him into, and finally his hands drop to rest on your waist.

The contact doesn’t last long, since you take the chance to side step him and swap your positions, before you push him into the locker like he’d done to you.

“Little bitch,” you say with a sneer, and then you dash towards the exit, offering a flippant wave. “I leave whenever I want to.”

What the hell!

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“You’re unforgivable!” says Ness. What did you even do to deserve this attitude right before breakfast? “Stop messing with Kaiser’s head!”

Oh yeah, you did do that. You almost forgot.

“Good morning to you, too. Sleep well?”

Ness crosses his arms and taps his foot. He’s not very good at being intimidating, at least in a visual sense, you think. He has a total babyface. “You’re going to apologize. You’re gonna grovel for Kaiser’s forgiveness.”

“Sure, I take hurt feelings very seriously. Answer these questions for me, so I can apologize better later. Which ear were the words of hurtfulness spoken into? Is the damage he suffered permanent? Did he require a tissue for his tears?”

“I- I- I- I?!?! You piss me off so much. I don’t have the patience for this.” Ness pinches the bridge of his nose as if he needs to soothe himself after exchanging a couple of sentences with you.

“If he doesn’t have a mommy to hug him,” you continue without much of an inflection, “we can look for a surrogate.”

With uncharacteristic vice, he squeezes your shoulders, and he’s gritting his teeth, and you think he really might kill you. Maybe not right now, but at some point, this man is going to take your life. “What’s your problem? You’re a nobody, so why are you so high maintenance? Kaiser is rich, handsome, successful, and a football genius. What more could you possibly want in a boyfriend?”

“Wow,” you say, astonishment at something indeterminate apparent on your face.

Ness waits for you to elaborate, but you don’t, instead opting to scrutinize him in silence. “What? Don’t just say wow and then leave it at that. How can someone be so difficult?”

Your expression shifts into something meaner, then, a mocking raise of your eyebrows, a lop-sided but meaningless smile. “It’s just kind of amazing. You can’t help but ride Kaiser’s dick even while trying to guide it inside of me.”

“Wh-huh… What?!” Ness screeches, scandalized. “How… How crude? You're a vulgar moron! Totally indecent! That’s what you are!”

“I mean, can you blame me for being jealous of that kind of attention? You can do crazy tricks on it.”

“Why are you saying those kinds of things to me?! S-Something’s not right with you.”

You reach out and squish Ness’s cheeks together, leaving his lips to pucker, and you can feel his skin burning. “You’re an amusing guy, Ness. I haven’t decided if I find you pathetic or endearing yet, but I like it.” Then you let go of him as casually as you grabbed him, intending to continue on your merry way.

There are footsteps hurrying after you. “Admit your love to Kaiser already.”

Love? A frightening laugh rattles you. Your body jerks upright and you feel like an evil spirit was just exorcised out of you with how unexpected your reaction was, even to you.

“I know you can’t resist his charms. No one can.”

Kaiser’s… charms? You knew it, he’s trying to kill you.

“And- and- and!!! You’re going to play on our side against Ubers, and you’re going to like it.”

You’re borderline in hysterics now, stomach hurting.

“Stop walking away from me! Are you even listening? You should really listen when people talk to you!”

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Im still loopy so presented without comment. Feel free to tell me wat you thikn the worst line from this abomination is

[theemissuniverse]

“THINGS WE LOST IN THE FIRE” LIU KANG X FEM!READER

SUMMARY : You turned off your humanity but Liu Kang still has hope

WARNINGS : none I think. Angst

A/N : short sorry. Inspired by TVD. Trying to finish my drafts

Turning off your humanity wasn’t on the bucket list but after your mother Sindel dying you thought no one could really blame you.

Being the oldest daughter was already a burden on you but being a vampire added to that made thing’s entirely worse. Your emotions were at an all time high and sometimes it felt like the universe was against you.

Well the universe was against you. And the one that controlled it was Liu Kang.

Liu Kang did not expect for history to unfold like this. In the past timeline, you had an even darker upbringing with Sindel being the driving point but this time he could not predict that in this universe you’d sacrifice your humanity in order not to feel any more pain.

He had to make this right. He couldn’t let you become the villain you were destined to be in other timelines. You deserved better than that. He knew you wanted better than that.

It didn’t help the fact that feelings were getting in the way. He was undeniably in love with you. Everyone knew it. Hell, even the darkest part of you did but Liu didn’t want you to feel like you had to be with him so he pushed his feelings aside.

You had only one thing in mind. To be Empress of Outworld. Only though you would be a harsh ruler and rule with an iron fist.

That was why Liu Kang was worried. Worried you’d be a tyrant.

You decided to throw a ball to “celebrate” your freedom and announce your rule. Everyone from other realms was invited to see your rule.

Liu Kang was not happy as he knew it was just a ploy to get you to drain mortals so he insisted on coming.

You had on a beautiful dark red ball gown. The gown was made of human blood and magic. Your makeup matched you from head to toe. Your crown was made of indestructible glass. The glass held lost souls deep within Outworld.

You greeted your guests with a smile. The smile was not welcoming. You obviously had much darker intentions.

You made sure to avoid Liu Kang at all costs. Deep down, you knew he was the closest to getting your humanity back on. You didn’t want that. You didn’t want to feel anything.

As you walked along the ball, you seen him. He stood right in front of you. When your humanity was on, you always took in other people’s feelings and would try your best to hide how annoyed you were. Not now.

You made sure to show off your eye roll which didn’t go unnoticed to him. “Glad you could make it. Come to babysit your mortals?”

“Just trying to make sure you won’t use them as entertainment.” He stated simply.

A chuckle came from your throat. “Don’t give me any ideals.”

You made sure to look at his whole attire. He wore a dark red suit and it made you all the more irritated that you knew he did it on purpose to match you. From head to toe he matched you. Your black heels to his black dress shoes. The white rose ring you wore, he matched it with the rose on his suit.

You gave him a look and tried to show how bothered you were. Not by simple irritation but that because you knew he was trying to reach down to your humanity. The old you would’ve loved to match with him. “You’re annoying.”

“Oh am I?” Liu Kang asked not bothered by your attitude.

Your hands were at your hips. Your eyes latched on to watch his hand. He carefully held out his hand for you to take. You looked at him slightly confused. “What?”

“Dance with me.”

The old you wanted to take his hand immediately. Be wrapped in his warm embrace as you two swayed to music. It was the small part, the one thing that was hitting your humanity.

You couldn’t feel that.

“No.” You flatly said. Then tried to turn around and walk away from him but the moment you turned around he was right there in front of you. ‘I hate that he can do that.’

Liu Kang, without saying another word, grabbed your hand and walked you over to the dance floor.

The slow song played. And the air felt thick. Liu Kang had his left hand on your lower back. He held you close to him.

His right hand held onto yours. He took the lead. This was surreal to you. Usually Liu Kang would avoid physical contact as he thought it was disrespectful to the princess now Empress.

But it was like he was purposely trying to be close to you.

The two of you did not say anything. Not a word. Liu Kang’s god like eyes stared into your blood red ones. You were trying to deprive yourself of all emotion but it wasn’t working. It wasn’t working because it was Liu Kang.

“Your mother wouldn’t have wanted this.”

He was trying to hit a nerve and you weren’t budging. “I couldn’t care less of what she wanted. She hated my vampire nature. Now? I embrace it.”

“You know that’s not completely true.”

“But it is. Don’t convince me otherwise.”

Liu Kang didn’t say anything in response. He spun you around and held you in front of him again.

He knew you. Better than anybody. And he knew you were secretly enjoying his hands on your body. How close you two were. How your lips were inches apart from his.

“So your humanity is off?”

“Not ounce of the old me left.” You confirmed.

He didn’t seem so convinced. “Right. So, you can admit that the ‘old you’ was in love with me.”

You felt your blood run cold and you forced out a laugh to deflect. “Are we really doing this?”

“Come on. You don’t have any emotions right? So, you shouldn’t mind to talk about it. So, let’s talk about it.”

You couldn’t stand Liu Kang’s persistence sometimes but you wanted to make him know that you didn’t care about anything good anymore. “Fine. Maybe the old me did. So what? It doesn’t matter anymore. Because she’s not there anymore.”

“I just wanted to apologize.”

“For what?”

“That it took for you to turn your humanity off to confess how much I love you.”

You felt something jab at your heart. It felt unreal. What Liu Kang was saying to you. It even made you stop dancing. “What?”

“You’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted. The only woman I’ve ever known to ever love. And I’m sorry it took for me to say it in this timeline. I’m sorry it took me eons to say it. I’m sorry it took all the good in you for me to say it.”

You tried to look for any deceit in Liu’s eyes to see if he was lying. He was being sincere. And you hated it. “I don’t care.” You lied.

Liu Kang forced you to keep dancing and he held onto to you even tighter, afraid you might run from him. “Of course you don’t. I just needed to get it off my chest.”

“Well, bravo. You did. You want a cookie?”

Liu Kang had smiled slightly. You were using Earthrealm expressions to signify emotion and he noticed it. “Maybe. Are you offering one?”

You hated when Liu Kang matched your sarcasm. Usually he was serious and it took the right person, which was you, to bring out the humor in him. “I’d watch you starve before doing that.”

Liu Kang’s eyes darted to the necklace you were wearing. He noticed it was the necklace he had given to you eons ago. “Why are you wearing that if you don’t care?”

“It’s pretty. I don’t care for the meaning behind it.” You had to lie.

Liu Kang just nodded but still did not believe you. “Why do this? This seems like torture to you.”

“What is?”

“Pretending to be something you’re not.” Liu Kang’s hand rubbed your back soothingly and his touch felt pleasant. You didn’t want him to stop. His lips reached to your ear so he could mumble. “Pretending you don’t want this.”

Out of instinct you held your head back and Liu Kang took his opportunity to leave sweet kisses on your neck. You moaned slightly.

His kisses reached to your cheek that’s when he pulled you close and dipped you. His eyes stared into yours. The universe just felt like it revolves around the two of you. Nothing felt better than this.

“Does your heart truly refuse to give in?”

You had to snap yourself out of it and remember that you didn’t want this. You didn’t want to feel.

When Liu Kang brought you back up, you spoke, “What heart?”

[lavenderlacedquill]

will and the first time he admits he likes the reader!! maybe an evening at his house over a glass of whiskey? <3

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I wrote a lengthy piece yesterday about Will confessing his feelings, I'll link it here to read if you'd like, but I absolutely adore the idea of visiting his house for the first time and sharing a drink!

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Maybe you two have been very casually seeing each other for a few weeks. Dating is a strong word, and you two were not there yet, but the interest you shared for each other was not invisible in the slightest.

You’ve both been making time in your busy schedules to meet for lunches and dinners out, maybe a museum or two. As of late, the pair of you have been so exhausted due to a relentless bout of work that going out didn’t seem feasible. The energy for that sort of activity was nonexistent.

So, on a particularly late evening spent chatting together in his lecture room, you propose an alternative idea.

You’re sitting facing each other in two student desks, the ones in the farthest corner from Will’s own usual teaching spot. The pair of you are hidden in the shadows like young lovers desperate for any privacy. Any chance to be with one another.

Maybe the young and in love have it right, because it feels like you two are the only people for miles.

His glasses have come off, his hair slightly ruffled from a hand or two running through it, and the buttons on his sleeves have been undone. His usually stern expression has softened immensely, his dimples not afraid to make an appearance along with a smile.

“You know, I’ve never seen your house. I’ve heard it’s in the middle of nowhere.”

His head throws back slightly in a light laugh, “Yeah, Jack always likes to say that. I guess it does ring quite true”

Jokes get thrown around about Will being tucked away, much like you both are, and how he could easily disappear if he truly wanted.

“But I’m serious! I’ve never seen your house, and I am just dying to see the living space of Professor Will Graham.”

His eyes catch your own for a few fleeting seconds, a serious light appearing beneath them. He takes a peak at his watch, noting the late time, and pauses in thought.

“Do you really want to see it?” He asks in a tone laced with childish curiosity, not really sure what would be too interesting about his home.

But, in return, your hand falls atop the loosely closed fist he has on his desk, your smile evident in your voice when you say back, “It would be an honor.”

And with that, he swiftly gets up, picks up both of your coats, sweetly helps you into yours (being sure to button up every single button, because Winters in Virginia are cold) and begins his descent down the short stairs, your fingers interlaced tightly.

“Alright then, I don’t see why not.”

He was right. The small house, tucked in between vast yards of trees, on its own plot of land, really does feel like it’s in the middle of nowhere.

Will opens your car door, taking your hand and beginning to lead you to the front door of his home. He pauses just as you reach the few steps to his porch.

“I guess I should have asked you this before we left, but you don’t mind dogs, do you?”

While you had yet to explicitly talk about just how many dogs Will has, the topic has come up before. It doesn’t help that Jack routinely likes to poke fun at the professor by saying he runs a shelter. But, if anything, it warms your heart knowing this intimate part of him.

After positioning you out of the line of chaos, he lets the dogs run out into the yard, most too interested in a potty break to notice you quite yet, but the at ease appearance that took over Will was well worth it.

“You really love them, don’t you?”

The look he shoots your way is all the answer you need, but his whisper only swells your heart more.

“They give me purpose. Something to care for. And they show every ounce of love right back to me, even though they don’t have to.”

His hand finds yours again, leading you through the threshold into the warm, quaint space. You take it all in slowly, walking along the perimeters of the room as best as you can, dodging multiple dog beds and toys. He stays by the door, watching as you move through his space.

You trace a few of the fishing poles that line his wall, taking notice of his hats, vests, and tackle box that sit nearby. And the lures, they’re small works of craftsmanship and art. You take a seat in his desk chair, peering into his magnifying glass at his latest work in progress in pure awe.

“You make these? They’re so intricate.”

He’s surprised at your interest in them, leaving his watching spot to crouch over your shoulder, a hand resting in the small of your back.

“They’re for fly fishing. Gotta make them extra pretty so the fish will bite.” It’s refreshing to hear him so relaxed, willing to let his tone shift from stern and serious to something filled with light.

There wasn't a single worry. Not a one.

Your head turns to him, “They’re beautiful.”

You feel the tips of his fingers begin to trace your jaw, your face in a gentle hold, as your eyes meet.

It’s only now that you notice Will’s eyes aren’t just blue, no, they have speckles of gold floating in them. In the warm glow of desk lamp light, each speck seems to be swimming around like a koi fish amongst a large pond.

Your own hands come up from resting in your lap to settle loosely on his shoulders, almost connecting at the nape of his neck, where they begin to fiddle with the small curls residing there.

In this moment, with his entire soul seemingly lost in your gaze, Will is certain he has never been more at peace. Time isn’t a factor. Tiredness hasn’t begun to set in. The only thing that matters is the entire world he sees when he traces a finger over your lips, outlining their natural curvature with such care.

Your mind is swimming, only noting now that the man in front of you is closer than ever before. His curls tickle your forehead as small puffs of his breath spread across your skin. Your eyes flicker down to his lips, and despite your hope that he wouldn’t notice, he most definitely did.

Will’s hand travels to the plain of your cheek, inching impossibly closer.

“Can I kiss you?”

You feel the words hit your lips more than you hear them, he’s so close you swear they reverberate through your entire body.

“Please.”

His lips are soft as they meet your own. Soft, plush, and gentle as you both begin to move with each other for a few moments, only breeching for air when needed. It’s not hot and heavy, but sweet and intimate. The kiss says so much more about what this night has been. About what it will mean when you both wake up in the morning.

It's the bark from one of Will’s dogs, who you will later learn is named Winston, that breaks you both apart. You share a breathy laugh before the man gets up to let his companions inside for the night.

After they have all settled into their beds, only after sniffing, jumping, and requiring attention from you and their owner, you stand to join Will.

A warmth settles over him as your arms wind around his neck, his own falling onto your waist in a gentle manner. You both sway to a nonexistent rhythm, mirroring each others soft grins.

“Would you like a drink?” The question drips from his mouth like honey, one of his hands finding the small patch of bare skin on your back just where your shirt has ridden up slightly. His touch purely electric.

Your lips meet his own in another kiss, one just as sweet and soft as the previous.

“That sounds lovely.”

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oh my gosh this one was so much fun to write! I fall in love with this man more and more every single day.

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