#he wishes he could remember but noo

[just-call-mefr1es]

for like, the canon-ish timeline/dimension/whateverthefuck, of the black phone I’m just imagining Vance dying in the basement, and then waking up again and seeing Griffin and since yk, they’re stepbrothers (they’re stepbrothers in the majority of my aus-) Vance like, walks up to him, observes him for a second before that moment of realization that that’s his baby brother, covered in blood and dead infront of him, so as the good big brother™️ he is, Vance breaks down and starts sobbing at Griffin’s feet, muttering things like ‘I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you’ and shit like that.

But the thing is, Griffin’s been down, dead, in that basement for a while now (in my au guys please don’t come after me-) so he has no clue who this new guy is and why he’s crying over him. So there these two stand, Vance loosing his shit while Griffin only forgets more and more.

[qyriaha]

rewatching aos despite my... being busy and not remotely having enough time to rewatch a 7 22 episode season show

[creamflix]

❤︎ — gojo satoru likes it in blue !

content warnings: established relationship, switch (?) satoru + dom reader - heavy sub & dom dynamics, mentions of m. masturbation as a flashback, strap sucking, subtle and brief grinding, hand cuffing (makeshift), gojo cryin' because you make him feel s'good oh noo, possible overstimulation, lots of begging, orgasm control, prostate stimulation, implied missionary

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“hey, 'toru, remember the time i pegged–”

“baby, can you not?” he groans, head falling back against the couch in defeat. you catch the faintest flush rising on his cheeks, which only encourages you further. the memory is still fresh; it’s only been about a month since that night, and even though it clearly shook him up, he hasn’t stopped thinking about it.

you lean over, nudging him. “what? you can’t handle a little reminiscing?”

he narrows his eyes, trying to regain his cool. “i remember plenty. just didn’t think you’d wanna bring up the specifics so casually.”

“i didn’t think you’d be so worked up about it, honestly,” you counter, raising an eyebrow. “i mean, a little silicone never hurt anyone, right?”

his jaw tightens slightly, and he tries to hide a smirk. “yeah, sure. but, y’know, i let you. that’s all that was,” he mutters, looking anywhere but at you. it’s almost like he’s trying to convince himself more than you, which only makes you want to push him further.

“‘let me’? toru, you were practically molding yourself to that strap.” you grin, enjoying the way he squirms, fighting the blush creeping up his neck. “and you know you love that shade of blue, too.”

“you chose that color, okay?” he snaps back, trying to keep his voice steady, but you can see his resolve crumbling. “and anyway, i just… wanted to try something new with you.” his voice is softer now, a little vulnerable, but he’s still trying to act unaffected, like he’s not picturing it all over again.

you lean in, voice lowering to a near whisper. “so you’re saying you haven’t thought about it since?”  

“i–” he hesitates, caught. his mouth opens, but no witty comeback comes out, just a slight stammer. his gaze flickers down, and you notice the way his fingers drum nervously against his thigh, even as he tries to shrug off your words. but then, almost like he can’t help it, you see his expression shift — distant, almost thoughtful, as though he’s replaying every detail. he can’t shake the memory, not fully.  

it’s late one night, and you’re not around. he’s sprawled on the bed, one arm flung over his eyes, trying to quiet his mind, but the thoughts come creeping back in. it’s unintentional, really. he shifts on the sheets, hands moving absentmindedly before finding their way down, and suddenly, it’s that shade of blue he’s seeing. your voice, low and soft, lingers in his head, egging him on, telling him to relax, to let go, as you move in slow, purposeful motions, dragging every sound out of him that he’d usually be way too proud to make.  

he groans, hand running through his hair as his other hand wraps around himself, a little too eagerly. even now, he can’t believe how much he liked it. the way you’d taken over, a smirk on your lips, eyes focused and sharp — it did something to him, made him feel vulnerable in a way he didn’t expect, and he’d been hooked. the feel of that cool, slick silicone pressing against him, filling him up as you moved, every sound amplified in the silence. he was completely at your mercy, his body responding before his mind could even catch up.  

his breath hitches, and his movements become quicker, trying to chase the high he’d felt that night. the way you whispered his name, the way you held his hips so tightly, guiding him, the world around him blurring — it was all too good. too addictive. before he knows it, he’s coming undone, practically sobbing your name, head thrown back in the dark room, wishing it was you there with him.  

“toru?” you say again, snapping him out of it. his head jerks up, and he quickly runs a hand through his hair, composing himself as best as he can.

“yeah, i’m listening,” he mutters, avoiding your gaze, but the way his lips are slightly parted, the flush still lingering on his face — you know exactly what’s been going through his head. 

you tilt your head, smirking. “were you... remembering something specific?”  

“don’t get cocky,” he grumbles, clearly flustered, his face turning an even deeper shade of red. “just… had a stray thought.”  

“yeah? well, maybe you’d like me to remind you sometime,” you say softly, leaning in close, watching as he visibly shivers, still unable to meet your gaze.

satoru laughs, the sound forced, a little too loud. he leans back, crossing his arms over his chest with that cocky, half-smirk of his — but there’s an unmistakable edge to it, a hint of nerves lurking behind his cool exterior. “please,” he scoffs, though his voice is a tad shaky. “you think one time was enough to throw me off? i’m ready for it now, like, whenever the next time we do it,” he adds, smirk wavering as he avoids your gaze.

you bite back a grin, watching him struggle to keep up the act. “oh? does this mean you want to do it again, toru?” you tease, laughter slipping out as he stiffens, his cocky facade cracking ever so slightly.

“i mean, that’s… that’s not what i said,” he stammers, his hands gesturing vaguely as he fumbles for words. “just, you know… i can handle it if you’re, uh, into that sorta thing.”

“right, right, you can handle it,” you echo, unable to hold back your amusement. “so, all that blushing and the shaky voice is just you… preparing for next time, then?”

he shifts uncomfortably, trying to play it cool, but the way he fidgets, rubbing the back of his neck, says otherwise. “yeah, exactly,” he mumbles, attempting another smirk, though it’s obvious he’s barely holding it together. “i’m… totally unfazed.”

you lean closer, lowering your voice. “totally unfazed, huh? so if i just happened to have it right now…” you trail off, watching his eyes widen just a fraction, his breath hitching as his bravado falters completely.

“d-don’t tease me like that,” he mutters, face practically on fire now. “i mean, it’s… not like i’d back down or anything.”

satoru’s mouth opens to protest, to say anything that’ll keep his pride intact, but you’re already up, heading to the bedroom with a determined stride that makes his stomach flip. his mind races, caught between an odd thrill and a stab of panic — he’d wanted to keep up his cool front, to tease and play it off. right now? it was all supposed to stay hypothetical! he hadn’t expected you to actually take him up on it...

he rubs a hand over his face, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart, feeling like he’s teetering on the edge of something he’s not sure he’s ready for. he wants it, badly, wants to feel that same rush again — the way you’d had him unraveling under your touch, the heat of your hands on his skin, the feeling of giving himself over to you. but the vulnerability? the fact that he might just lose all control again? that part terrifies him. because what if he ends up begging? what if it’s not a one-time thing?

“babe, let’s not be hasty, yeah?” he calls out weakly, trying to sound nonchalant, but the slight tremor in his voice betrays him.

before he can talk himself out of it, you’re back, standing in front of him with that familiar blue strap held confidently in your hands, a teasing grin lighting up your face. satoru’s heart skips a beat — hell, maybe three — as he takes it in, the sight of you holding that damn thing, all smug and playful. he feels his throat go dry, and his whole body tenses, heat pooling low in his stomach. you’re not even wearing it, but just seeing it there in your grip, knowing you could put it on in seconds, has his chest tightening with anticipation.

his smirk wavers, then disappears altogether, and he feels his palms start to sweat, his pants tightening in a way he can’t ignore. he tries to swallow down the lump in his throat, feeling his confidence melt away, leaving only the simmering desire he can’t hide. “uh… we don’t have to… like, right now…” he stammers, eyes fixed on your hand, on that shade of blue that’s burned into his memory.

you step closer, raising an eyebrow. “oh? but you said you’re ready whenever.” there’s a lightness in your tone, but the way you look at him — like you know exactly what you’re doing to him — has him unraveling.

he’s barely holding on, his whole body tensing as he watches you slowly drag your tongue up the side of the strap, eyes locked on his, daring him to keep his composure. his breath catches in his throat, and he has to press his lips together to keep from letting out the most unrestrained, shameless moan. it’s almost enough to make him combust right then and there — the way you’re looking at him, those bedroom eyes dripping with mischief and control, luring him in like he’s already yours to command. god, he’s down bad for you.

his gaze is glued to you as you slip out of your shirt and shorts, piece by piece, every movement leaving him more unsteady, more undone. when you’re standing there in nothing but your lingerie, the blue strap held in your hand like a weapon, his heart stutters, his stomach flipping over and over as he tries to keep breathing. he’s never felt so helpless in his life, every nerve in his body completely attuned to you, wanting nothing but for you to make him lose all control again.

“say, 'toru…” you purr, drawing his name out with a playful edge that sends a shiver straight down his spine. the softness of your voice, mixed with that glint of dominance, has him swallowing hard, a barely-there whimper slipping past his lips before he can catch it.

you smirk at the sound, stepping closer and letting your fingers trail along the strap’s edge as you continue, “let’s try somethin' new with an old friend, yea?”

his eyes go wide, pupils blown, and he’s struck silent, his cock twitching with anticipation at the thought of being at your mercy all over again. every ounce of his usual cockiness is nowhere to be found — he’s a mess, heat flooding his cheeks as he struggles to respond. “y-yeah,” he stammers, voice almost a whisper, like he’s surrendering completely. “i… i’m ready.” but his voice wavers, his body betraying how much he wants this, how helplessly he’s fallen for you, already wrapped around your finger before you’ve even touched him.

he blinks, his brain foggy, barely processing how he’s gone from standing to being on his knees in front of you, the warmth in his cheeks spreading all the way down to his chest. the strap dangles in front of him, an invitation he’s almost too eager to accept, and when he meets your gaze, those eyes — god, those eyes — are holding him captive, making it crystal clear just how helplessly down bad he is for you.

then you lean back, spreading your legs and giving him a look that sends a shiver down his spine, and his breath catches. “suck,” you say simply, voice low and commanding, your tone sending a shock straight to his core. you tap the strap lightly, your smirk growing when his mouth parts automatically, like he’s already obeying before he’s had time to think it through. “suck the strap, ‘toru. and no touching yourself.”

he swears he can feel himself melt at those words, every shred of his pride crumbling, leaving him with nothing but this raw, overwhelming need to please you. he inches forward, lips brushing against the strap, already aching at the thought of having his hands tied — figuratively, and, hell, maybe literally. his throat’s dry, but he lets out a shaky breath, eyes flicking up to meet yours one last time before closing over the strap with a quiet, needy whimper.

“that’s it… good boy,” you murmur, running a hand through his hair, just rough enough to keep him grounded as he starts to work his mouth around it, tongue gliding along the cool surface. he sucks, slow and tentative, dragging his tongue up its length with each movement, almost savoring it, each sound soft but undeniably needy — little hums, muffled moans that grow louder with each passing second.

“didn’t realize you’d be so eager, ‘toru,” you laugh, and he whines in response, the sound vibrating against the strap as he tries to press his hips forward, desperate for some friction. but he stops, remembering your command, hands curling into fists at his sides as he tries to keep himself in check, already feeling painfully restricted.

you tilt his chin up, guiding him with just the right amount of pressure, and he moans around the strap, eyes fluttering open to meet yours, filled with a haze of desire, completely at your mercy. “eyes on me,” you purr, and he nods obediently, his tongue swirling along the length, every lick deliberate, making sure he’s doing it just the way you like, the way that’ll keep that glint of approval in your gaze.

“god, look at you,” you murmur, voice thick with amusement, fingers brushing his cheek as he eagerly follows your guidance, every nerve in his body alight. “sucking on my strap like you were made for it. maybe you should get on your knees more often… begging for it.”

his moans grow louder, almost desperate, his eyes pleading as he works his mouth harder, following every command with more enthusiasm, his pride long forgotten. he’s too far gone to care — for you, he’d do anything.

his lips part around the strap with a quiet, wet pop, and he feels heat surge through him as he hears it, barely holding back a groan. he leans in, pressing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the length, each one landing with a faint, sticky smack! that seems to echo in the room. his breaths grow ragged, warm puffs of air slipping from his mouth as he lets his tongue glide up the side, tracing every inch.

he sucks slowly, the slick, almost obscene sounds filling the silence as he loses himself, each noise making his face burn hotter. his lips wrap around it again with a needy hum, mmm, as he swirls his tongue along the tip, letting the taste linger, as if he’s savoring it.

“good boy,” you purr, and he moans softly, the sound vibrating against the strap with a low mmmph that makes his cheeks flush even deeper. he’s trying to keep his hands steady, fists clenched at his sides, but each time he takes the strap deeper, he lets out a muffled, breathy mmh, a clear whimper of surrender.

“look at you, ‘toru,” you tease, your voice soft, but each word cutting right through him. you tap his cheek, guiding him to go slower, and he obeys, sucking with a wet, eager schlurp, each noise leaving him more helpless than the last. 

the squelch of his lips, the light pop every time he pulls back just to lean in and go again — it’s all shamelessly loud, filling the room with the messy sounds of his mouth as he worships you. you can’t help the amused chuckle that slips from your lips as you glance down and see the insistent strain in his pants, the fabric dampened by the dark, telltale patch spreading there. he’s absolutely falling apart, and he doesn’t even care — every moan, every tremble from him, just a testament to how bad he’s down for you.

leaning forward, you let your fingers brush through his hair, a mix of tenderness and control in your touch. “since you’re being so good,” you murmur, voice low, laced with a sweetness that borders on teasing, “why don’t you take those off for me, hmm? but keep sucking.” you watch his eyes widen just slightly as he takes in the command, no small amount of desperation in his gaze. “and don’t even think about touching yourself.”

he nods quickly, not daring to break eye contact, and with one hand clumsily fumbles at his waistband, struggling to tug his pants down while his lips remain wrapped around the strap, tongue sliding eagerly along it. he pulls them down just enough to free himself, but the movement makes him slip forward a little too fast, and the strap presses further into his mouth — he gags, choking a little on it with a breathy glk, his eyes watering as he tries to keep his rhythm steady.

“that’s it, ‘toru,” you coo, fingers brushing his cheek as he shivers under your praise, his cheeks flushed, mouth wet and pliant around your strap. each little slurp and mmmph fills the room, the slick, obscene sounds spilling out as he bobs his head up and down, clearly doing everything to keep himself steady for you.

he’s visibly aching, his cock twitching with each little smack and pop of his lips as he tries to stay focused. the patch of wetness on his boxers is getting even darker, and you know he’s holding back everything he has just to obey, resisting every urge to break the rule you’ve set.

“look at you, making such a mess without even touching yourself,” you say softly, a hand guiding him with light, steady pressure as his moans slip through, mmph, mmm, each sound drenched in need. you can see he’s close to losing himself, and the way he looks up at you, eyes hazy and obedient, makes it clear that he’s ready to keep going as long as you want, just for the chance to please you.

the second he lets his hips move, sliding his length against your calf, you feel it — the warm, slick smear of him as he grinds ever so slightly, his neediness betraying every last ounce of restraint he was trying to keep. he freezes, realizing too late what he’s done, and a faint whimper escapes him as he waits for your reaction, desperately hoping you didn’t notice. but from the way you tense, your gaze narrowing, it’s clear that you did.

you pull back, fingers curling under his chin and forcing him to look up, his wide, pleading eyes meeting yours, already begging for forgiveness. “what do you think you’re doing?” you ask, voice dangerously soft, laced with disappointment that makes his stomach twist. “i told you not to touch yourself, 'toru. but here you are, grinding against my leg like some needy little bitch in heat. can’t even follow one simple rule, can you?”

he swallows, cheeks flushed and burning, and tries to stammer out an apology, but you press the strap deeper into his mouth, making him gag on it, the sound ragged and pathetic. he chokes around it, his eyes watering as he desperately tries to keep sucking, knowing he’s in trouble but unable to stop, too caught up in the mixture of shame and desire that’s making him shake.

“if you’re gonna act like a pathetic little slut, maybe i’ll just treat you like one,” you sneer, voice filled with mock sympathy as you glance down at his flushed, trembling form. “is this what you wanted? to humiliate yourself in front of me? grinding on me, making such a mess all over yourself?”

he whimpers around the strap, desperate and wrecked, but he doesn’t dare move now, not an inch, his body held taut as he tries to keep from pressing forward again. his cock aches, the sensation of it brushing his stomach as he kneels in front of you making him shiver, precum dripping down in thick streaks, smearing across his torso. he can feel the sticky warmth, every nerve on edge as he fights to keep from losing himself even more.

“look at you,” you murmur, voice dripping with disdain as you press your foot against his thigh, keeping him from grinding further. “you really are that desperate, aren’t you? can’t even follow the simplest rules without turning into a complete mess.”

he nods, swallowing down the shame, face burning as he chokes out another mmmph, the sound thick with desperation as he waits, silently begging for a chance to redeem himself, willing to do anything you say just to be good for you again.

“have to do all the work around here,” you mutter, the hint of annoyance in your tone almost playful as you loosen your hair from it's bun, letting it cascade down your shoulders. you take the scrunchie, the fabric soft but strong, and deftly bind satoru’s hands together in a tight knot. his whines fill the air, a mix of desperation and frustration as his mouth pulls away from the strap, the loss making him groan softly.

“get up here,” you command, and before he can even comprehend what’s happening, you’ve shifted him, pinning him down against the sofa. he barely has time to brace himself before you’re pressing the strap against his pretty, puckering little hole, and the sight of him bucking his hips to meet the tip sends a rush of heat straight to your core. you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on.

“look at you,” you tease, voice low and sultry as you watch his body instinctively arch toward you, desperate for more contact. his breath quickens, eyes wide with a mixture of anticipation and want, every little movement of his betraying how much he craves this. “you really can’t help yourself, can you?”

he shakes his head, a soft whimper escaping his lips as you tease him, the strap just barely pressing against him, not quite enough to satisfy. he wants it so badly, and you can see it in the way his body responds, how he thrums with need beneath you. his voice is a breathy please, barely audible, but you hear it, and it makes your pulse race.

“please what?” you prod, your tone dripping with mock innocence as you watch him squirm, the tension palpable in the air. “what do you want, ‘toru? you have to use your words.”

he bites his lip, the heat of embarrassment creeping back into his cheeks as he struggles to find the words. “i want… i want it,” he gasps, his voice shaky, eyes pleading. “want you to—”

“to what?” you cut him off, pressing the strap against him just a little harder, watching as he moans, hips pushing against it in desperate need. you love this — the way he’s laid out for you, bound and completely at your mercy, all while wanting nothing more than to feel you fill him up.

“to feel you inside me,” he finally whimpers, the admission making you grin wickedly. that’s the answer you’ve been waiting for, and you can’t resist the urge to tease him further.

“good boy,” you purr, and with a smooth motion, you press the tip of the strap against him, teasing it against his entrance just long enough to make him squirm. god, he looks so fucking perfect like this — needy, bound, and completely ready for you.

you pound into him like your life depends on it, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room with each powerful thrust. thwack, thwack, you can hear the rhythmic noise, a wet, desperate symphony that fills the air, and it drives you wild. poor little satoru just wants to hold you, wants to feel your body pressed against his, but the bindings around his wrists keep him completely at your mercy.

“please,” he gasps, voice trembling with desperation. “lemme touch you…need to feel you.”

but you only pick up the pace, thwack, thwack, the sound of your bodies colliding drowning out his whines. “you know i can’t let you do that,” you tease, a wicked smile creeping across your face. “you’re mine to play with right now.”

his eyes widen, shimmering with unshed tears as he feels you hit his g-spot with relentless precision, as he moans, head thrown back against the couch. “i can’t… i can’t hold on much longer-”

“you’ll take it, 'toru,” you command, your voice low and sultry as you lean down, pressing your body against his. the warmth of your skin makes him squirm, but he’s helpless against the relentless rhythm of your thrusts. “you can take it.”

“please,” he whimpers, his voice breaking as the pressure inside him builds, each thrust pushing him closer to the edge. “’m so close… just want to—”

“want to what?” you prompt, your tone playful yet firm, teasing him as you continue to drive deeper. thwack, thwack, the sound of your bodies meeting fills the space, and you can see the pleasure painted across his face. “tell me what you want, baby.”

“want to cum!” he cries, desperation lacing his voice as he feels the coil tightening within him. “need it so bad… please!”

“not yet,” you say with a smirk, your breath hot against his skin. you pull back slightly, giving him a moment to breathe, but it only seems to heighten his need. “not until i say so. you’re gonna take every last bit of me.”

he lets out a frustrated cry, the sound high and needy, and he bucks his hips against you, trying to chase that pleasure, that sweet release. “god, please!” he gasps, tears spilling over as he struggles against the bindings, craving the connection. “i can’t— can’t hold back!”

“yes, you can,” you insist, your thrusts growing more forceful, the slap! of skin echoing louder, drowning out all his protests. “you’re gonna be a good boy and wait for me.”

“i can’t,” he sobs, his voice breaking as he feels himself teetering on the edge. “i need you-”

“you already have me, 'toru.” you lean in closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper, “now let go for me. be my good boy.”

satoru covers his face with his bound hands, the restraints pulling taut as he lets out the most gut-wrenching mewl, a sound that resonates deep within you. it’s a cry of pure pleasure, filled with desperation and need, and the moment it leaves his lips, it sends you spiraling into a frenzy.

“toru…” you breathe, your own body reacting to the intensity of his release, the way he succumbs to the pleasure you've built between you. with a final, powerful thrust, he sprays hot ribbons of cum all over himself, the warmth splattering across his chest and even hitting you, the mixture of pleasure and shame making his face flush even deeper.

“ahh! fuck!” he yelps, feeling the sensation hit his chin, and his body trembles as the wave of ecstasy washes over him. he’s completely lost in it, the world around him fading away as the climax overwhelms him. thwack, thwack, the sound of your thrusts falters for just a moment as you watch him unravel, each spurt sending shudders through his body, making him look even more divine, glistening and utterly wrecked.

“look at you,” you tease, your voice low and sultry as you take in the sight of him — face flushed, body quaking, cum dripping from his chin down to his heaving chest. “such a beautiful mess.”

he whimpers, the sound barely audible as he tries to catch his breath, the tears of pleasure still shimmering in his eyes. “i— i couldn’t help it,” he stammers, voice shaky, feeling the aftermath of his release pulsing through him. “it was too much…”

“too much?” you echo, unable to hide your smirk as you lean closer, pressing your body against his, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. “but you liked it, didn’t you? every second of it?”

“yes,” he admits, the confession spilling from his lips as he bites his bottom lip, unable to suppress the shy smile breaking through his pleasure-drunk haze. “it felt so good… i just wanted to… wanted to hold you.”

you chuckle softly, your fingers brushing against his chest, feeling the warm stickiness of his release. “next time, maybe i’ll let you,” you tease, leaning in to kiss his forehead, “but for now, you just focus on resting. you’ve earned it.”

he nods, breathless and still trembling from the intensity, the weight of his desire lingering in the air as he gazes up at you with adoration, completely spent and utterly satisfied.

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QUICK FIX #17: NCT Mark asks you if Jisung can touch your boob

Member: NCT Mark & Jisung

Content: Innocent Jisung gets to feel your boob

Type: VANILLA/NO SEX

Word Count: 1031

This story is part of my Quick Fix Dirty Kpop Imagines series. Check it out for more smut and other members and groups 😊

You're in the kitchen making a sandwich when Mark, your boyfriend, peaks his head inside. “Hey babe?” he says seriously.

“Yeah?” you ask without turning to look at him.

“Can Jisung touch your boob?”

You laugh at the silly question. What the hell is that man up to now? You drop your knife and turn to glare at him.

“What?”

“Can Jisung touch your boob?”

“I heard you the first time. Why the hell are you asking me that?”

Your laughter is contagious and Mark can't help but laugh too. He knows the question is weird and he asked it out of context on purpose, to play with you. Now, he steps forward in the doorway to signal the gravity of the matter.

“We learned yesterday that Jisung is still a virgin.”

Your laughter stops and your expression turns to suspicion. “Okaaay?”

“He has never touched a boob.”

“And you want me to help with that?”

“Yes. He's my friend and his youth was sort of stolen from him.”

“You were a virgin too when you joined SM though.”

Mark smirks. “Yeah, and look at how you helped me.” He gives you a wink.

“That's different! We're a couple. I'm not your friend's sex toy.”

“Noo, it wouldn't be like that at all. I just want him to touch it once, over your shirt, for like a second or so.”

The laughter returns. “You're nuts!”

But Mark appears dead serious. “I'll be watching the whole time.”

“And that's supposed to make it better?”

“Pretty pleease, I really wanna do this for him.”

“No way!”

Mark suddenly turns around and walks away. He disappears out the door, leaving you stunned and confused by the kitchen counter. He returns in the door frame only seconds later.

Beside him, Jisung. Mark is pulling the boy by the arm, as if presenting him to you.

Jisung has his face angled toward the floor, but he's glancing at you with puppy eyes and pouting with his lips.

“Just look at this poor man,” Mark says. “Tewnty-one years old and he's never even been near a woman.”

“Lies!” you say and laugh out loud. “He kissed my friend at a party, remember? And I know she wasn't the first.”

“Fine, he did. But that's all he's ever done.”

“No,” you say sternly. “These babies are for your hands only.”

“Pretty pleeeease babe. Just look at his sad face. He desperately wants to know what it feels like.”

“Not really though,” Jisung mutters and smirks at his friend's silly antics.

“Shhh,” Mark whispers. “Babe, I'm serious. I'm okay with it, and I know you don't mind either. Besides, remember what you promised me last night?”

Another outburst of laughter from you. “This is not what I meant! Not even close.”

“Yeah, but a promise is a promise.”

“Sometimes I wonder how the hell your mind works. So clever, yet it's like you're from another planet.”

Mark smiles naughtily. “You love that about me though.”

You think for a second, while crossing your arms and leaning your back against the counter.

“Jisung, you wanna touch a boob?”

The poor boy is standing awkwardly beside his friend, exposed and put on the spot. He avoids eye contact with you, but nods slowly.

“Yeah,” he whispers.

“I'm sorry, what's that?” you ask and cup a hand around your ear.

“Yes,” Jisung says a little louder.

Now you're the one teasing the boys. “Yes what?”

“Yes, I want to touch a boob.”

You're done thinking. Mark is crazy but funny. Jisung is adorable, and your friend too. What harm could it do? You decide to grant him his wish and make them both happy.

Mark notices the change in you and smiles wide. He gives Jisung a little push, while you step away from the counter and walk toward them.

You stop right in front of the boys. Mark keeps smiling at you. Jisung keeps his head lowered, but to tease him you position your chest directly in his line of sight.

“Go ahead,” you say softly.

Jisung quickly looks up. He seems bewildered, and even more put on the spot.

“Do it,” Mark encourages him. “It's okay.”

“You sure?” Jisung asks and finally looks you in the eye.

“Yeah,” you say. “Why not?”

Mark gently takes Jisung's wrist and lifts it. Half way up toward your breasts, he lets go and Jisung slowly and awkwardly continues on his own.

His eyes are staring right at the target. He hesitates, so you move a little closer. His fingers brush against your shirt, until he can no longer stop himself.

You smile wide when his hand is finally pressed against your body. He cups the boob, still with a stunned but suddenly excited expression on his face. He feels around a bit and gives it a little squeeze.

“How does it feel?” you ask.

“Soft,” Jisung says, without taking his eyes off the target.

“I'm not wearing a bra,” you say and smirk, while turning to look at your boyfriend.

Mark winks back at you. Mission accomplished.

“Alright, that's enough,” he says. Jisung quickly retracts his hand.

“Thanks,” he mutters and gives you a glance.

“You're welcome,” you say in a marry tone. “Now get out of my hair will you, both of you.”

“Thank you,” Mark says and leans in to give you a kiss. Then he turns to leave, and grabs Jisung to drag him out with him. “Love you babe.”

You giggle again at the sillyness of it all. “Love you too.”

As you finish making your sandwich you feel oddly happy. And you can't help but wonder if you've just made yourself the subject of Jisung's wet dreams, if you weren't already.

You come to the conclusion that it's okay if you have. Several of the boys of NCT have probably masturbated to the mental image of Mark's pretty girlfriend anyway.

You decide that you're going to have to punish Mark tonight, for twisting your promise the way he did. You have a punishment in mind already that you know he'll love, and you smile to yourself in the kitchen while imagining what you're going to do to him.

[firemenenthusiast]

“i wish i knew you wanted me”

farleigh start x gn!reader

summary: a very short thought while i work on the others

content warning: mentions of alcohol and drinking

a/n: hehe

the glare of the party lights are getting too much for you. suddenly you became hyperaware of everything that’s happening and everyone surrounding. the music’s getting too loud and people dancing, bumping against each other is making your skin crawl. you need to get out or you’ll drown under the toxins of the place.

-felix notices you pushing through the crowd, your face obviously irritated. he’s standing near the exit, and has been watching the clashing vibe between you and the rest of the room. but you wont take his word for it, he’s probably more drunk that anyone else the way he’s holding a whole bottle of alcohol, feeding it to the girls surrounding him.

just as you’re about to pass him, “noo you’re leaving already ?” “yeah it’s getting too much for me” your response makes him groan in annoyance. “maybe you haven’t drank enough, here have some you’ll feel better” he offers, the alcohol splashing inside the bottle pushed towards you. imagining the liquid running down your throat makes you sick. you’re not sure what’s with you today but you’re just not having it. you shake your head at him. “whatever mate, i dont even know how farleigh could fancy you” he shrugs as he continue dancing. your ears ring at what you just heard. “what ?” you ask through the crowd as he’s getting away, hoping he could hear you

you need to listen to the exact words coming out of his mouth once again. to make sure. to make sure that all your feelings towards farleigh that you’ve been pushing down your throat all these while atleast carry some meaning. you never expect them to be reciprocated anyways but it’ll be nice to know you mean something to him. you realise that the two of you barely know each other yet you can’t help falling for him as each and every day pass. your friendgroups would hang out together, if you call sitting together at the pub just to drink hanging out. seems more like alcoholism club to other people. also, as far as you can remember, farleigh’s never really paid you any attention, you’ve barely talked. just exchanging glances and if you’re both really trashed you’d sit together on the couch, legs tangled and giggling to each other about whatever silly things caught your eyes. atleast so you’re told. but he’s just so cool, you’re drawn towards him, his wits, his sass, his attitude, as long as you’re not a victim of it. you’ve always found yourself chuckling at whatever rubbish he has to say about people.

so when you were offered some sort of- something, anything- from farleigh’s end you’d want to really listen. you’d really want to know. felix’s no use now, he’s making out with some girl you saw drinking off the bottle earlier. you search for farleigh who’s also here. he should be near. the room’s not that spacious anyways so everyone’s just sorta cramped together. you push through the crowd, ignoring the fact that you were gonna bail, to grab farleigh’s wrist before dragging him out. you walk a distance with him behind you, forced by his wrist in your hand. you hear him curse out a string of protests. he’s tipsy- partially drunk so he’s just whining about wanting to get back. you let him complain before gaining his attention naturally.

“is it true ?”

“what ?” he’s quick to answer, not having any idea what you’re talking about

“that you like me”

he straightened his back, his body stopped moving so much. he lets out a slow breathy groan, his palm reaches his forehead.

“fucking, felix-“

“so is it true”

“look i know you must’ve heard it from felix but shit— i used to, for a little while-“ his voice stern, like he’s trying to prove himself

“-dont even know why but i dont anymore, okay ?” he looks at you, you refuse to display any expressions, not wanting him to get a slight idea of what you’re feeling. the last bit of what he just said somehow really hurt you. he ‘doesn’t even know why’; he said it as if he didn’t want to

as he walk back to the party you hear him apologise. he doesn’t even know what for but he did anyways. you step back until your heels meet the wall. you lean back sighing, thinking about the things that could’ve been if only you knew

taglist: @june-ebgert @radioloom @themoonchildwhofell @love-me-pls @imjustheretoreadsmuthaha @fuckshitslover @szapizzapanda @khxna

[joedirtymadre]

Porridge

MASH X READER! Fluff!

“Mash you don't look too good,” I said worriedly. “What do you- ACHOO!” He sneezed. “That’s what I mean,” I said. “No, must be the weath-CHOO!” He sneeze again. “Weath-choo? Yeah I don’t think so. Come on, let’s take you to bed,” I said and began dragging him. “But I still gotta workout,” he shuffled. “The longer you’re sick, the more I’ll babysit you so you can’t workout,” I scolded him. “Why are you babying him so much (Y/N)?” Dot cried as he and the rest of the gang walked up. “Maybe she’s in love with him?” Lance asked. “H-Huh? I can’t just c-care for my f-friend?” I stuttered, avoiding their eyes. Is it really that noticeable??? “Anyways, I’m just saying he’s been sneezing for 4 days now, and I don’t know about you guys but I’m tired of him sneezing everywhere…” I groaned. “That is true… during potions class he blew up our project because his sneeze blew our pot off the table…” Finn sighed. “Exactly, I’m tired of snot rockets this guys throws. He also sneezed my sandwich out of my hands,” I cried. “You said you forgave me for that,” Mash sniffed. “Doesn’t mean it’s erased from my memories!” I huffed. “How dare you do that to my dear (Y/N)’s sandwich?!” Dot glared and grasped Madh’s shoulder tightly. “It was an- ACHOO!” He sneezed on Dot’s face. Leaving Dot speechless and Mash asking for tissues. “You really wanna die don’t ya pal?” Dot said darkly, as he began squeezing Mash’s skull. “Ow. Ow. Ow. (Y/N). Save me,” Mash said, monotoned. “Come on Dot, I’ll treat you to a nice coffee. Please let go of Mash?” I asked, placing a hand on Dot’s arm. “Ok!” Dot smiled and began swooning, while Finn watched astonished at the sudden change in moods. “Alright come on Mash, time for bed. Everyone’s tired of you sneezing everywhere,” you sighed and began dragging him once again to his room. “Ahh. Save me. I want to workout,” Mash said very monotonously to the guys as I dragged him away.

I forced Mash into bed and tucked him in. “Good, now I’ll make you some porridge,” I smiled and began walking towards the door. “And cream puffs!” He called out. “Or- nevermind…” he said softly. “You remembered I can’t bake didn’t you?” I sighed. “Noo…” Mash said as he avoided my eyes. “Sorry, I wish I could make you a whole plate of cream puffs, but I can’t bake like you,” I frowned. “It’s fine, porridge is fine…” Mash said, obviously disappointed. “Ok…” I sighed. “Now don’t get out of bed, or else…” I glared darkly. “Scary,” he said before I closed the door shut and headed towards the kitchen.

I quickly finished making the porridge and began cleaning up. “I wish I could make him some cream puffs… he seemed so disappointed,” I said softly as I washed my dishes. “Oh hey (Y/N), I thought you would be here,” Finn said as he walked into the kitchen. “Hey Finn! Just finished making some porridge for Mash,” I smiled as I finished washing the remaining dishes. “You know you didn’t have to. You really gotta stop spoiling Mash, or else it’ll go to his head,” Finn sighed. “It’s fine, plus I want to do this. It makes me happy that I could do things like this for him,” I blushed. “Hmmm… (Y/N can I ask you something?” He asked. “What’s up?” I replied as I grabbed the packaged porridge. “Do you have feelings for Mash?” He asked. I felt my heart begin to face, “I-I-I don’t k-know what y-you’re talking about,” I stuttered. “Just as bad as Mash…” he laughed. “Is it that noticeable?” I asked nervously. “Sort of? Well your reaction to the question gave it away, but your actions can come off as friendly. Especially to someone like Mash, I’m sure he doesn’t know when someone’s actions have ulterior motives behind them,” He explained. “Yeah that makes sense,” I said. “So, planning on confessing to him?” He asked, as we continued walking back to his room. “I don’t think so, Mash has his mind on other stuff. Plus, I’m scared if he rejects me it’d be too awkward for us to hang out. I might as well just leave things as they are,” I softly smiled. “Are you sure that’s healthy?” Finn asks. “No… I’m certain it’s not, but trust me I don’t want to mess up what we have now,” I said, trying to cover my true feelings with a soft smile. “Well, whenever you feel overwhelmed you can talk to me. I don’t mind hearing you rant,” Finn said as he smiled back. “Thanks Finn, that means a lot,” I said. “Anyways! I gotta rush back to Mash before this gets cold!” I said and ran off.

I knocked before slowly entering the room, and noticed a sleeping Mash. I walked in slowly and shut the door trying to not make too much noise. I placed the still warm porridge on Mash’s desk and walked over to him. I slowly sat beside him on the bed and checked his temperature, a little warm. I slowly moved my hand to his cheek, and Mash quickly nuzzled into it. “You’re so cute,” I said softly. “You think so?” He asked, causing me to freeze. “S-Sorry,” I said as I tried pulling my hand back before Mash shook his head. “Keep it there, I like it,” he said and nuzzled into my hand again. “I didn’t know you were awake,” I laughed nervously. “I was just resting my eyes, but your hand feels nice and soft,” he said as he slowly opened his eyes to my flustered, beet face. “Did I get you sick?” He asked as he slowly sat up and placed his hand on my cheek. “N-No I-I just…” I said as I tried to get up. “Oh- hold on,” Mash said as he grabbed onto my hand. I yelped as I fell forward, landing over Mash. We stared at each other for a few seconds before Mash cupped my face again. “Why are you leaving?” He asked. “N-No I wasn’t,” I blushed. “Are you sure you’re ok?” He asked again. “N-No…” I sighed. “Oh no. I got you sick?” He asked. “No, you didn’t… I just… I’m just making it hard on myself,” I sighed as I got up and sat down on the edge of his bed. He quickly sat up and sat next to me. “Mash, there’s something I-I need to tell you,” I said slowly. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “Well… it’s just that-“ I cut myself off. Why is it so hard? Should I? Maybe this is a sign to not go through with it… He’ll reject me, I know it… “Nevermind… I should go,” I said as I quickly stood up and headed towards the door. “The porridge is right-“ I felt a hand grab my arm. “(Y/N) stop,” he said. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “Nothing! I’m just being weird,” I groaned and began rubbing my temples. “I’m not letting you leave until you tell me what’s wrong,” Mash said and quickly repositioned himself in front of the door. “Mash… you’re not being fair!” I said. “(Y/N) please,” he pleaded. “I like you ok?!” I yelled. “Do you know how hard it is to keep that secret? To be around someone you like and pretend that you only like them as a friend and no more?! I didn’t want it to be weird between us! I was gonna pretend these feelings didn’t exist! But you- you just had… you-“ I fell to the floor, feeling defeated. “I just didn’t want you to end up treating me differently,” my voice cracked as I stared at the floor. “Why would I?” He asked. I looked up at him dumbfounded, “Because I just said I like you!” I yelled, feeling my tears seep out. “I know… and… I think I like that,” he said softly. “H-Huh?” I asked in between my tears. “I like how nice you are and how you spoil me,” he said and dropped down to the floor. “Finn asked me the other day how would I feel if you treated someone else like that and… I didn’t like it… I didn’t like the idea of you doing all that for someone else, and he made me realize that I should do the same for you,” he said and wiped away my tears with his thumb. “Spoil you and make you feel happy too,” he said. “Y-You do?” I hiccuped. “Yeah,” he smiled. “So please stop crying, cause Kevin is getting mad at me for making you cry,” he said pointing to his left pec. I laughed and wiped my tears. “That’s better," he said and helped me up. “Now, time for porridge?” He asked. “Yeah! I hope you like it,” I smiled. “If you made it, then I’ll make sure to eat all of it. Good calories,” he said and began eating. I smiled and watched Mash eat the porr- “ACHOO!” He sneezed, causing a lot of the porridge to plop around the room and… on me. “Sorry (Y/N),” he sulked. “You’re lucky I like you, or else I would’ve killed you,” I smiled and began cleaning up. “Scary…” Mash said softly and began helping.

[bitchsister]

EYY curt is canon to me so he's one insatiable slut so how about a very horny curt riding a sleeping bucky, ofc it's with consent since bucky is so used to it lol (or bucky just a lil bit sleepy and tired and just letting curt uses his cock however he please)

Okay so how did you know IM A SICK BITCH WHO’S SO INTO THAT. Like this is so real & so Curtie. Bucky is a tired “old man” and Curtis is an always so very horny twenty year old, ten fingers, ten toes, from the Bronx. 🙏🏼🙏🏼

Since this is an EYY drabble, Curtis calls Bucky by the nickname Binky.

Insatiable slut Curtis, activate 🥴

Instances of true privacy are few and far between, so Curt tends to take every moment alone with Bucky and use it to his utmost advantage — even if he’s dead asleep.

Still acclimating to the experience of being in-flight, Bucky found himself thoroughly drained by the relentless stress that accompanied it all. The weight of his concerns for Curt, Gale, and the entire one hundredth pressed upon him, but not when claimed by sleep.

He slept like a rock and radiated heat like a stove.

If his grip on Curt’s ribcage wasn’t enough to cause a little unrest, then the sweat was.

"C'mon," Curt whispered, though his complaint lacked any real conviction. He gently unraveled Bucky's fingers, one by one, allowing himself to slowly slip out of his grasp. Eventually, he settled himself atop Bucky's thighs, feeling the caress of the cool air from a cracked window in their resting apartment, its gentle touch teasing his dampened skin.

From there, he got the best view.

Bare chest, softened brow, cheekbones for days.

Full lips, gorgeous neck, the scar upon his cheek.

The birds began to chirp outside, dancing along the clotheslines but there was still no sign of the sun just yet — Curt glanced at the clock by their bedside, clicking his tongue.

Only half past four.

He sat for awhile, letting Bucky’s sleeping grip grab onto him again until the weight upon his own hipbones woke him. “Noo,” he whined, still too sleepy to wake up fully, or open his eyes. “Don’t you ever sleep?”

Curt could run off of fumes alone.

Most of the time, he did.

Sleeping was a damn waste of time if you asked him, especially for men whose next breath may be their last. “Mhm.” He hummed softly, his fingertips gently ghosting over the knuckles that still gripped onto him despite his exhaustion.

Bucky’s head lulled to the side, his heart relishing in this moment despite being plucked straight from a deep sleep — he’d been met with the most beautiful voice, the most comforting feeling.

“So, let’s see it, then.”

Curt hummed again in a gentle protest, shaking his head though Bucky couldn’t see it. He ground himself against the man lying beneath him — but barely.

It was enough for Bucky’s body to notice, but hardly his brain.

Curt leaned in, pressing his face against Bucky's neck, reveling in the familiar scent that resided there. A mischievous grin tugged at the corners of his lips, uncontrollable and infectious. "Burnt sugar," he whispered, his words a soft breath that danced amidst the curls cascading along the nape of Bucky's neck.

“Huh?”

“It’s what you smell like.”

Curt remembered the summers with his PopPop in the Catskills when he was younger, pouring sugar onto spoons with his sisters and using a lighter to heat it until it bubbled.

Sweet, sticky, just a little bitter.

Bucky's sleep-laden chuckle escaped, a soft and mellow sound that conveyed his contentment. He remained drowsy, unwilling to open his eyes. "Oh, yeah?" he responded, his voice carrying a tender warmth, much like his usual demeanor, but with an added touch of endearment.

“Yeah.”

Curt inhaled again, pressing his face deeper into the curve of his neck where he wished he could stay forever.

There, no wars existed and none of their friends had died.

“What do I smell like?” Curt asked in a whisper.

There fell another silence, blanketing them again in warm comfort until Bucky wrapped his arms around Curt and murmured, “Mine.”

Oh, bleeding hearts.

Curt sat up and looked down at Bucky who finally decided to barely open his eyes, a sleepy smile tugging his lips as he lazily palmed circles into Curt’s belly.

They’d fallen asleep naked, of course, so each rotation had caused his wrist to brush against Curt’s already hardening cock.

This was far from the first time Curt had roused himself from slumber before the break of dawn, determined to persuade Bucky that they both deserved a treat. He knew, however, that this time he would need to employ a touch more persuasion.

“Gimme some lovin’.” He wiggled his ass and pushed his body further into Bucky’s touch who groaned softly, his eyes closed again and the invisible circles he’d been drawing over Curt’s belly growing sloppy and light handed.

“Tired, baby.” His eyes had closed again.

This was the response Curt was expecting, but not the one he wanted.

He whimpered, reaching back to grab Bucky’s cock that had stiffened slightly but not enough to do anything with. With a quickness, he scrambled between his thighs and shoved them apart, admiring his half hard cock with a devious grin.

“Well, he ain’t.”

It was awhile before Bucky responded.

“He’s never tired.”

Curt allowed his mouth to kiss and lick and suck wherever it wanted. His tongue licked fat, wet stripes over his cock and down to his tight balls, over his thighs and back again. “That’s good, ain’t it?” His lips popped off of Bucky audibly, his chin dribbling with sticky spit.

Bucky’s body had flushed, his cheeks turning red as a little chuckle bubbled out of him. “You like takin’ advantage of an old man?” He teased, reaching a hand down to blindly rake his fingers through Curt’s messy mop of brown waves.

“Well, it ain’t takin’ advantage if that old man begs me to fuck myself harder on it.” Curt continued to mouth at Bucky’s cock, muttering filth against it. “Growin’ boys have needs, Binky.”

“You ain’t growin’ more than this.” Bucky quickly retorted, though he still sounded like he was fighting sleep as Curt stroked him, licked him, sucked him off with the most obscene sounds swirling around them. “Try as you might. Ain’t happenin’.”

“Hey,” Curt whined, nipping at Bucky’s inner thigh, “What if I have a real late growth spurt? And I got taller than you, huh? What then?”

Bucky would roll his eyes if they were open, but the tone of his voice had been more than enough. “You gonna sit on it?” He tugged at his hair, causing his neck to curve. “And quit runnin’ your mouth?”

Curt huffed, the sound of sheets rustling and the bed creaking whirled around their heads until he was straddled again over Bucky’s cock, spit slicked between his cheeks with his own fingers before he stuffed himself full of Bucky, and the smell of burnt sugar.

They both hummed, satisfied and in their most comfortable positions — closest to one another, becoming one.

Curt cooed, sharp breaths sucked through his teeth once he began making slow, calculated movements.

It wasn’t long before he was a whining mess, though.

His entire body flushed a pretty pink, his chest heaving, his tiny hands grasping onto any part of Bucky and himself that they could reach. “You feel taken advantage of?” Curt huffed, sucking his own fingers, his left hand stroking himself.

Bucky grinned, hands splayed over Curt’s warm thighs. “Oh, absolutely.” He whispered, eyes cracking open again to gaze at his little darling, all sweaty and whimpering, wild hair and wet lips. “God, you’re fuckin’ filthy.” He moaned, knowing well enough that his cock was more Curt’s than it was his own.

“Y’gonna gimme what I want?” He was practically begging. Bucky knew Curt couldn’t finish if he wasn’t full of it — they’d tried before to get a couple quickies in here and there, but it failed miserably.

The only way to guarantee an orgasm from Curt was to first orgasm yourself. Inside of him.

It was endearing, of course, but meant they couldn’t rub one out together if need be.

Curt required far more attention than that.

And he deserved it.

Bucky grabbed hold of Curt’s soft little hips before he rose his own to hammer into him, forcing out little whines and squeaks with each thrust until he found himself becoming a mess, groaning fuckfuckfucks.

The second Curt had noticed the warmth growing in his belly like a blazing ball of fire, he spilled his own hot sticky mess over Bucky’s chest.

They caught their breath and Curt continued the small little circular rotation of his hips, bending to lick up his own come, dribbling it into Bucky’s mouth, nipping his neck, biting his chin, sucking his nipples, moaning and whining as Bucky’s softening cock had left him feeling less full than he was only a moment ago.

“One more.” Curt panted, licking at Bucky’s chest again. “Please.”

[evablueblanket]

Will you tell me about an LU character you love and why you love them? Please please please ramble on and on! It's my favorite! I get so many fun ideas when people gush about their favorites.

I (think) I've said this before, but I am not the most analytical/observ person ever so most of what I say is probably kinda shallow :') BUT THIS IS MY RAMBLE SO OH WELL

Okay so recently, I've been on a Warriors kick. I just super love how like, everyone portrays him! Most see him as big brother shaped, which I super love. His background is just so vastly different than every other Link, which serves as a very cool contrast imo

The way @somer-writes makes Twi and Wars idiodic brothers is like, my favorite ever. I love love love LOVE how he writes Wars and Twi it's so insane the comedy that unfolds when they're just messing around xD

Warriors has this air, this *vibe* which I'm just super drawn too, I think it's just how my personality vs his works (you could theoretically draw *some* parallels with Sokka from ATLA, at least the way they each hold themselves I'd say. Also big bro stuff) (ALSO how both of them are portrayed as 'smart', which is a trait I typically relate too in characters)

When I like a character though, it's more based on the different types of relationships everyone writes them as though, I'd say. Wars and Time and Wind have this super intriguing bond that I think is cool to see how everyone interprets it! For the most part people write them as they're all aware of the War of Ages and whatnot, which lead to some nice fluff and/or angst. But when there's some time paradoxes, it makes it every so more tragic and it's really interesting to see how that can get written. I recall a fic (I FORGOT THE TITLE AND THE AUTHOR NOO) where Wars was teaching Wind medic stuff, but it was like a year before Wind meets Wars in the war. So Wars is all "sob this is why Wind is such a good medic? *Bc I taught him?*" THIS IS SO COOL AND INTERESTING

Also when there's War of Ages fics that have Time/Mask being a stupid child (/aff) they're just super hilarious. There's a series out there that has the Fierce Deity (sorry forgot the author again xD) act as Wars parent figure/older brother figure and it's just really funny to me bc ofc Wars would be a stupid overworking idiot. Loser smh

Four is also another one of the sillies that live in my brain, and I kinda wish there were more fics on how they interact. Though, if I'm being real idk how they really would cause they don't really have the same synergy as any other Links. I just like my favorites to interact, but I super understand how they wouldn't ^^

Small side bit on serious Wars (the biggest example is "Call Them Brothers" by wutheringmights which I'm almost 100% certain you've read that already cause it's soooo long and it's SO GOOD AHH) and ugh I wish I could pay attention more to get every complexity that this Wars has but the brain kinda hates me. I think it makes a lot of sense for Wars to have a grittier characterization, war does that to people. The entire fic is so visceral to me, I just vividly remember reading the flashback section about the long winter, and I don't even know how to really describe it xD

Wars has such a broad range of emotion, if one were to put him under and microscope and study him there would be SO MUCH.

HAVE I TALKED ABOUT THE AESTHETIC

HES THE FUCKING PRETTY BOY OF THE GROUP AND THAT'S SO VALUBLE TO ME FOR NO REAL REASON

Ik Wild is seen as the one with like, outfits and Legend has his jewlery, BUT WARS HAS HIS FUCKING SCARF. THERES SO MANY POSTS ABOUT WARS AND HIS EMOTIONAL SUPPORT SCARF AND I AM SO FUCKING FOR IT YOU HAVE NO IDEA

THE SHADE OF BLUE IS AWESOME, ITS SO COOL, ITS SO COOL HES SO COOL RAHHHH

*oops tehe I rambled like a lot* ty for this opportunity :D I'm super glad I decided to type this on my laptop and not my phone xD

[ganeshpnf]

To the anon that sent me an ask about asking my thoughts about the tv show, Im so sorry but something happened and I think it got deleted 😭 But dw I would still answer it here-

So this would be a critism post and I want to make it clear that everyone is free to reblog and comment their thoughts freely, while being kind. Critism is valid and its not rude, but any bad comments or hateful remarks to any actor, especially child actors, would be deleted. I dont like blocking so dont make me please!

Okay to start, I would be so honest and say I did not find the show successful and I did not like it. I would explain all the reasons, but did it make me feel nostalgia a bit? Yes it did. Did it make me cry at the end? Yes :) I would add pros at the end. But first:

Cgi was really bad, I mean that claiming scene would be a laughing stock in a few years. Chimera? Nope- Medusa's hair also looked better in that movie in 2010. Also they avoided showing Grover's legs so much, also didn't even show us riptide's change...They got 15M per episode and if these are the results, then it is a problem. Background of Percy and Ares's fight- so so greenscreen. I wish Disney can take things seriously.

Lighting was so dark, especially for the lighting thief. Which was such a humor filled book and it was way too colorful. Why make it all so dark and lifeless?

Also humor? Way too low for pjo. "But we are not reading Percy's mind!" Yet, there were so many jokes in the books that could have been add, but they didn't. Yes there are some good jokes (pinecone fate) but to the standart, I expected to laugh way more. Its pjo!

Changes? Well to be honest I am a person who keeps book and show separate, I dont think they are the same at all. So I dont complain about the changes at much. But most of the changes were pointless to me and so many things left unsaid. I wish they didn't make Gabe way too soft. Children's show, yes. But then again, what would you do for later seasons if they cant even show Crusty's dead. Sally's real reason to marry Gabe never get explained, why? 4 pearls, why? Missing deadline? Totally pointless. Not mentioning Riptide's name? Chiron might have say it. Love tunnel? Now its a long one. Rick explained they couldn't do spiders and its hilarious, you gotta do sea monsters man- And instead of a chance to see an actual comedy: live on Olympus and Annabeth losing her shit. We get to see such a early scene of Percabeth drama. Why changing one of the funniest scene in the books to drama? You needed more edits for view or smt? Hephaestus falling over to the speech of friendship was nothing but cringe to me. Moving on, Thalia's acting to Annabeth. Why she is not nice to her and Annabeth had to earn her love. The point was Thalia to remember Jason and taking Annabeth under her wings immediatly bcs of it. Medusa's scene- Instead of us laughing to trio's silly behaviours and falling to her trap like little kids would, we get to hear a monster-hero talk. Yay another speech! Ovid's side of the story also bothered me. Greek mythology, why adding Ovid? Just us to sympatize with Medusa. Lotus Casino scene- We could have watch them have fun and going crazy but noo- they had do add more drama with Hermes. Did not see the point of his appearing either. Why is he there? I wanted to see them being children...And wanted to see the magic of the place!

Now if I move to characters, Percy's I know it all side is just annoying and adds no suspense to the viewers. What's the point if he knows everything already? "But his mom taught him!" But guys, remember, the whole point of pjo was: us to learn with Percy! We were learning the Greek myths with Percy, who is new to the world. They go somewhere and Percy immediatly: "You are Crusty, my mom told stories about you!" 😑 What a relief then! You tell us. Percy's sudden bravery at the end? Dude, he has 5 books for that.

Annabeth turning to a stoic child soldier? Suddenly goody-two shoes? Where are her emotions? Her fears? Her flaws? Her fricking love of architecture? She doesnt need to know everything to be smart girl. She had ADHD, she is 12! Ofc she was supposed to fall in traps. We should have watch her blushing as Luke talks, getting all wet by Percy in the toilet, she was supposed to our little girl. She is not just a badass queen yet, please. Give her personality back. Why she only smiled once at the end of the series? And not having a childhood, not even watched a movie? You guys cant be serious- She grew up in chb! She picked up strawberries, she played games and she watched movies when she was little, remember? She was not in legion... She is one of the most emotional characters, should we remind this to Rick and writers? She cries, she has feeling! Dam she was crying when they left Cerberus! She was a trouble-maker, she stole clothes, remember? Her portrayal was awful...

And about the Gods- Just..."He is trying to make them look awful at the beginning" Then why the hell it was only Athena? Almost turning her to second Zeus- Are you kidding me? You make her suddenly a child killer, when in the books she was nothing like that. Why making her worse, when other gods(Poseidon, Hermes, Hephaestus,Dionysus,Ares,Hades) seem way more human and nicer? You cant tell me he tries to make them worse when they are portrayed like that! No sir- Hephaestus is nice enough to release Percy after a friendship speech. Poseidon is suddenly a perfect dad, he is not sorry that Percy is born. Ares is just a dumb twitter bully, where in the books he was threating them to no end. And fricking Hades?! I am sorry but Hades like that- He should have been scary. But no, he is just a lonely cool guy. I thought he softened after Nico. Cant wait for the development now...

Other than that, one of my most important things: vibe. Sorry...Like I said, it was way too boring for pjo. Even that horrible movies had more vibe! Gimme the vibe!

Pacing? Has a problem and I hope they fix it. Episodes being too short? Also another issue.

Now for the chb, I was hoping to see more activity. Why the camp is not full of noisy kids running around, playing hide and seek like in the books, training wild around the areas, camfire and silly songs? Where are our children screaming and being ADHD demigods? Instead they play chess in the cabin- Please, give more life to chb.

Finally, for the things I liked:

Riptide song!!! That song is my favourite thing in the whole show- Like its soo good.

Seeing Sally's struggle to raise Percy. Also a plus for me. Because I was curious. Also adding Poseidon to the scene was okay. I loved that parts.

Young Percy did awesome and he was such a good actor :)

Percy's dreams were good, I loved seeing them. Congrats! Andd, child accurate cast. It was important. But I wish they hurry so then we wont have it anymore 😭

That was it! Like I said, I find it a bad show, as a fan of 12 years. I waited this for so many years. I was dreaming this. But sorry, bad show is a bad show. At least it did give me some nostalgia and it did make me cry at the end :) I hope they improve because it would suck if they get a cancel before season 5. The bad thing is, I feel they knew we pjo fandom wanted a show for years. And they knew we would eat the crumbs. Its just not fair, you know. They would like it anyway, type. They are not taking it as seriously as they should. With that budget, look at other shows with that budget. I know, its still a kids' show. But I dont think its an excuse for them to upset the fans who waited this long...

Thanks for the ask anon! And like I said, feel free to add your thoughts :)

[lokisbiiiitch1993]

I thought of something that goes with the whole Loki and pregnant wife theme. What about Loki helping Y/N make food for her weird pregnancy cravings. Except wanting to eat dirt, I swear everyone on my moms side tried to eat dirt while pregnant.

Thank you for the Ask ❤️ omg thinking about it makes me soo emotional...because it feels so looong ago as I experienced that myself - everything went by so fast - I was so young and naive -and now my Baby's are 10 and 12

I remember at my first pregnancy I ate everyday Salat with cucumber, tomatoes and bell peppers

Can't remember what I ate at my second one but I know I liked fries with ice cream at McDonald's 😅

Pregnancy Cravings

What's wrong ,Darling? Why are you crying? Loki asked concerned worried that you might be in pain .

I ...I .. am hungry ... But we have nothing...I want to eat ... We have no pickles...no chocolate - you started sobbing ....I want fries but we only have potatoes but I don't feel like cooking...and ... I don't want to go out ...

Darling,I could go out and buy everything you want!

Noo ... I .. don't want you to go..*sob* I want you here with meee

Then ...I will make fries for you! Loki declared

You don't need to do anything ,my Love - he said softly, caressing your Belly

Smiling,he takes your Hand and guides you to the Couch - Darling,calm down and relax here - Loki advised

30 minutes later Loki announced that the Fries will be soon ready

Excited you replied - Yay ...Thank you, But please don't salt the Fries ,I like them tasteless

Whaaat...As you wish,my Dear -Loki replied sweetly - usually he would tease you but not when you are Pregnant and your Hormones drive you crazy - he doesn't want to risk making you upset again.

Happily you went to the Freezer to get the Vanilla Ice Cream to use as a dip for the Fries.

Sitting besides you Loki can't imagine something better than watching the Love of his Life, Pregnant with his Baby eating happily Food that he made from scratch - he can't help but feel Proud , Happy and Satisfied with his Life

My Masterlist

[kfkr1ze]

[002-A18] wallflower

Summary — ✈︎Kaede asks a sulking Ushio about his progress on his work, but he doesn’t give him an answer. Muneuji gives him a hint on how to conquer Ushio, but…

Characters— ✈︎ Ushio, Muneuji, Sakujiro

Location: Otomari Chuuzaemon Inn in Shodoshima

Kaede: Muneuji-kun, how is Ushio-kun’s progress…?

Muneuji: If I asked him, he likely wouldn’t tell me anything.

Kaede: I see. Then it’s probably better if I asked him directly.

Muneuji: I’m not sure if that will do any good. You wouldn’t get a good answer. Because Uu-chan… I mean, Ushioーー

Ushio: My stomach reeaaally hurts so I’m going to bed.

I can’t even give a proper status update on my progress because it huuuuurts.

Kaede: (H-He’s just going to pretend to sleep…!?)

Ushio: … It seems pretty loud in here, so I wouldn’t be able to sleep at all. I’m gonna find somewhere else to sleep. Bye.

Kaede: ……

Muneuji: Ushio’s the type of person that when someone tells him that he “needs” to do something, he doesn’t want to do it anymore.

He probably feels like that right now.

I know that very well, so it feels like something that’s beyond even me.

Kaede: I see…

I get that, I remember what it’s like to  be at that age.

Whenever my teachers or my parents tried to dictate something in my life, I felt like I had to rebel against them. I had times like that as well…

Muneuji: No, Uu-chan’s parentsーー

…… No, nevermind. 

Kaede: Huh?

Muneuji: I apologize. I almost said something I shouldn’t have said.

Please forget about it. 

… As an apology, I can tell you a bit of a tip on how to conquer Uu-chan.

He gets weak against anything about “ReiOu[1]”.

Kaede: Ray…Oh…? I haven’t heard that word at all before… What in the world is that?

Muneuji: I also don’t know much about the details.

I only heard him say that it’s something that’s from the most “fire[2]” genre.

Kaede: Huh……

(Fire… maybe it has something to do with cooking?

Ah, maybe it’s like a bonfire or the name of a type of campfire equipment?)

(But I can’t imagine Ushio-kun as the type of person to enjoy the outdoors very much…)

Let’s search it up online.

… Huuh!? Nothing came up.

Muneuji: That’s strange.

Maybe it’s something that’s being filtered out from searches.

Kaede: (Reiou… I’m probably going to lose sleep wondering what that is…)

Location: Beach in Shodoshima

Boyfriend: Wah, did you make this bento for me!? These sandwiches look soo delicious!

Girlfriend: I thought they would be just perfect for a beach date! Ufufu. Make sure you eat a bunch! I brought some tea too.

Boyfriend: It’s SO delicious! You’re the best ever! I wuv[3] you!

Girlfriend: No you’re the best! I wuv you more!

Ushio: God, all this wuvey dovey talk is so annoying… Of course there’s people like this when other people have bigger shit to worry about. It must be nice to have such an easygoing life.

(I thought I could get rid of the egg by throwing it out to the ocean, but the place is just crowded with noisy couples who don’t have a care in the world… Ugh, this was a bad idea)

Whatever. 

I just gotta hurry up and get rid of it alreadーー

(Egg tapping)

( …… What is that sound…?)

(Egg tapping)

(I think something is tapping… against the shell?)

… Ugh, it feels so creepy and disgusting, I can’t handle it… I feel like it’s gonna explode the moment I take it out of the bag… This is the worst. 

I wish I could just throw it away while it’s still in the bag, but…

Boyfriend: Noo, I wuv you sooooo much more〜!

Girlfriend: That’s not true! ‘Cuz I wuv you the mooost!

Ushio: Tch……

(There’s way more people here than I thought there’d be, and this bag belongs to Muneuji’s little sister, so I can’t just throw it away…)

Ughh, what the fuck do I do here?

Boyfriend: Ahahaha, I’m the luckiest guy in the whooole world!

Ushio: ……

Girlfriend: Geez, that’s my line! Ufufu!

Ushio: … Can these idiots stuck in fantasy land just disappear already?

Are their heads just filled with pink cotton candy instead of a brain?

Boyfriend & Girlfriend: Ahahahaha!

???: Ahahahaha!

Ushio: (Ah.)

(I’m sinking.)

[4]

Ushio: (I keep sinking down.)

Classmate A: Y’know, that guy…

Classmate B: Who?

Classmate A: That pleasant guy. [5]

Classmate B: Oh right.

Ushio: (Even thought it’d be so fucking annoying to sink right now…)

Classmate A: Even though his whole family died, he can still walk around with a smirk on his face.

Is he fucked in the head?

Classmate B: A normal person wouldn’t be able to smile after something like that.

Ushio: (Ah.)

Ushio: ……

(I sank all the way to the bottom.)

Location: Otomari Chuuzaemon Inn in Shodoshima

Kaede: Thank you for going shopping with me, Sakujiro-san!

Sakujiro: Please do not mind it, it was nothing exceptional.

Now, let us bring our bags inside.

Kaede: Yes! Let me just grab them…

………

Um, Sakujiro-san, have you seen it yet? The forecast for the day after tomorrow…

Sakujiro: Yes, the weather forecast. Of course I have checked it.

Kaede: What should we do…?

Sakujiro: There are times when you are trying to carry out something important, hardships like this will arise. 

Sakume will always keep a watchful eye over you as well as the students, Chief. 

Kaede: Right…

Ushio: ……

Kaede: Wah! You scared me!

Ushio-kun, I thought you were sleeping in your… room……

Ushio: ……

Kaede: (Ushio-kun, your eyes look glassy… Are you angry?)

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Notes — ✈︎

ReiOu is a ship name. Muneuji spells is right with 礼王 , while Kaede misspells it using れいおう, which I translated as Rayoh and レイオウ again, which I chose to use Reiou, without the capitalization. But ReiOu is the correct way to say it. I’m just not capitalizing it whenever he spells it wrong LMFAO

The word here is “ツヨビ”which is slang for someone who’s a hardcore fan of something. It also means high heat. I tried to think of a word that could be used here, so I thought fire since it’s slang and could also be related to cooking. 

They’re using baby talk here. 

(For the alt text) The names in the GC aren’t in the image, but they’re in the reading logs. I’m not 100% about the spelling!

The term they’re using, 好青年, means “Good Young Man”, but it’s hard to really localize this well. Think like, someone is usually really mean so you sarcastically say they’re the nicest person ever. It’s supposed to be a nickname, but it was hard to come up with a nickname for him. So I just said pleasant guy since I think it can mean nice, but also sound bad when being sarcastic. 😭

[fictionfixations]

book 7 part 4

MAJOR SPOILERS

thats the wrong lilia D:<

(from beanfest)

--

dying inside because oh my god how is this gonna be added to the wiki

what?? the rest are empty.. (they loaded in eventually but wtf)

WHAT.

HOW IM SO WEAK IM SOFHJDUFJ FUCk. FUCKING FUCK???? how am i supposed to do this when each battle leaves me with very little Hp. so then i have to heal. but then im not at full hp so then im fucked with the next battle?? HELLO??

CRYING

I WISH it wasnt stuck to just 3 extra characters besides silver and sebek

I didnt even HAVE a single sebek card until tsumderland 2 because you needed sebek as your study partner so i got his school uniform 😭

if i could choose any character then it wouldnt matter because i could go back to using the cards id already strengthened up for tartarus but like. i CANT. so im feusidfh SOBBING i think i understand how it works now but oh my god this. is. so painful i thought tartarus was bad but i had no idea

im WEAK im SORRY (lilia's fight before this where you have to beat him to continue is so HARD i couldnt. i succumbed to using a retry ticket. I WAS USING THE STRONGEST TEAM I HAD and my strongest support buddy guy person i dont remember waht its called but i was still fucked oh my god)

im sorry lilia

oh thank fuck

...yeah.... BECAUSE HP SAVES. and im so weAK

OH MY GOD IT SAVES. (spoiler alert: I DIED. so thats why it says in progress. i healed them up and it fucked me over anyway because it doesnt heal all the way)

(you can go back so i just. used my remaining cards which are weaker. but were strong enough to oneshot it after i took down a huge majority of their health..)

so then is it better to use the weaker cards. let them die but take the enemy down slowly. and then you can get your strongest cards to kill them in one shot after that?? but then you'll eventually run out. but also it doesnt seem like the maps are too big. ..yet. but still...

(i wanna do them all and get the 10 gems so i can pull for general lilia. i just need 19 more pulls sob.)

I GOT CONFUSED AND THEN I REALIZED THEY DIDNT WANT LILIA TO COOK IM DEADD

oh my god silver

oh its canon

is this why lilias cooking is so bad? because they just had to make do with whatever they had (and learned on the go. and figured that shitty food was normal for them, and the really good food was normal for the rich people??)

*flashbacks to sebek's stomach growling during lilia's farewell party*

nOO SEBEK POOR BABY

(i. really dont like his grandfather. OKAY??? he disapproves of candy, he disapproves of SEBEK JUST BEING IN THE KITCHEN? LIKE HELLO??? WHAT?? this is from i think his birthday bloom(?) vignette, the candy thing i mean, i THINK. one of the birthday ones with trey as his interviewer.. and its mentioned in his apparentice chef vignette that baur doesnt like sebek in the kitchen. he gets this look on his face. )

i KNOW that baur doesnt know sebek is related to him. but. i just. dont like him. at all. AND IM BIASED BECAUSE I LIKE SEBEK and i dont want him hurt :(((

and okay. i get. it. that. baur doesnt like humans. and its reasonable because humans were assholes and like drained the resources dry (bro we do the same irl..) so then the direbeasts without their habitat anymore ran into the villages and caused havoc.

so theres a valid reason for them (although i feel like theres a HUGE misunderstanding. because fae see the ironclads as ruffians. but the silver owls see the fae as ruffians. or robbers or something wtf??)

and i get it. youd hate the enemy too if you saw what damage they caused. like how lilia isnt the biggest fan of humans either during his time as a general.

and i get that he's probably haunted by memories and its not that easy to get over it. but sometimes i feel like it needs to be known when its no longer healthy for someone to be around another. like, they can both equally love each other. can both care for each so much that they only want the best. but sometimes being around someone can only prove to be more unproductive and unhelpful.

and i know baur did a lot for sebek. but its also like. sebek shouldnt have to be so against humans, so against part of himself just because baur is, y'know? and i feel like if baur really wants to be there for his grandson, that he should at least try to accept it or something so as to not hurt sebek more. that like 'yeah, he's human (not that theres anything wrong with that ofc), but he's also family'.

:(((((

i dont think im explaining it that well. im just very sad.

OH MY GOD GRIM YOU DIDNT 💀

comannder (typo)

haha...

oh my god i dont understand anything i dont know geography

😭 they're just explaining where everything is and im just like 'wait what???? wait where????' im so lost… also is it briar valley or briarland??? what/ I dont get it at all

OH. wait is that why malleus seems tame in comparison…. ah….

wait a second

MAJOR JP SPOILERS (this is from one lilia render i saw. scroll past this if you dont want to see)

we know malleus watches over dreams. how will he appear? we know he can take the form of himself. and id imagine he'd keep doing that but.... or will he change forms? or. like. baby malleus. would he be baby malleus? and then we have to be like 'LILIA ITS A DREAM MALLEUS OVERBLOTTED' and lilias just holding bby malleus protectively like no??? (ive seen an image of his like character render holding a baby dragon... and i assume that might be malleus... thats JP spoilers btw)

oh... wait. but we know malleus' parents are both dead right? (and only his grandma's alive)

SPOILER ENDS HERE

OOOH. briar land was when fae territory was bigger (but then humans are encroaching n stuff) briar valley is much more smaller.

maybe the drowsy spells are because his body is trying to get silver to sleep so he can dream travel? but whats the point of doing that?? nothing really.. happens. i mean he can sort of interfere but???

WHAT?? i. two teams? HUH?? oh my god… im going to play this as safe as possible and get as many buffs as i can before going into fights. and then im going to try to go as close as i can to the end goal. because nothings stopping me from going back later. ..but i also want to continue the story… but i also wanna see it all……… i mean if i die (as in all my cards die) i can just. restart. i guess.?? but still…. im so happy. i actually have healers on my team now 😭 and buffs make fights easier

ooh the tiles are actually related to where you are in the story

like theres this river. i did this battle to scare some ironclads away from the river. and then theres this blank tile near it which is also about the river. oooh. i see. ayway im out of mystium

i suddenly feel a lot more assured in my ability to fight them with buffs and other characters

[luigisblueoveralls]

A Promise

Luigi x Reader Short

(Y/N)= Your Name

(H/C)= Hair color

“(Y/N)."

“(Y/NNN)."

“(Y/N)."

I groaned in response as I could feel my boyfriend shaking me awake.

“Noo.” I mumbled, pulling the covers over me.

“It’s like, almost eleven o’clock.” He told me.

“I don’t care.” I mumbled back.

“Pleasee.” Lui begged as he wrapped himself around me, holding me tight.

I don’t know why he thinks that will help when it just made me melt into his touch.

“Do you want me to make you something to eat?” He asked me, feeling his mustache tickle my neck.

“No, but you need to trim your ‘stache.” I commented, making Lui laugh.

“Come on though, you need to wake up.” Lui encouraged me.

I sighed in response as I sat up, stretching my arms out. I looked out the window, remembering what world I was in.

“You know if it weren’t all the mushroom shaped houses, I would’ve forgotten what world I was in.” I commented, making Lui chuckle.

We both eventually got out of bed and got dressed into our outfits. Everyday is always a surprise on what could happen. We could end up at Acorn Plains or go to where Bowser is being kept at and mock him, or go back to Brooklyn for the day. Who knows. Lui and I just finished up when there was a knock on our door.

"Who could that be?" Lui asked.

"Probably your brother." I answered.

And I was right.

"Hey Mario. What's up?" Lui asked him, slipping his hat on.

"Peach wants the three of us at the castle as soon as possible. Something about another human crossing over here by accident." Mario explained to us.

I quickly slipped my combat boots on, put my (H/C) hair into a bun and followed the two brothers out. Mario drove his kart over here and Lui and I were gonna go in his over there. I mean we could walk but who wants to do that? Lui got in the front while I climbed in the back seat, to were I was sitting like I was sitting on a kayak.

"Seatbelt on?" Lui asked me.

"Yes sir." I said, tightening it.

"Okie dokie." Lui said as he started the kart and followed Mario closely to the castle.

The fresh breeze, I'll admit, was nice enough that I leaned my head back and let the wind whip through my hair like a storm. I really wish moments like these could happen for forever. Just me and my long term boyfriend in his kart going high speeds through the nice weather. Makes me ponder for the future. Lui suddenly hit the breaks and we were stopped in front of Peach's place. Or castle for a better word. I unbuckled my seatbelt and as I was getting out, Lui grabbed my hand and helped me step out of the kart and onto the ground without tripping.

"Why thank you kind sir." I thanked him.

"You two make me so sick sometimes." Mario joked, making the three of us laugh.

"You have Peach so I don't even know what you're talking about, Mario." Lui mentioned as we both walked through the front doors, greeting the Toad guards as we passed them.

"Yeah yeah, I just like picking on y'all, mostly Lui." Mario said, making Lui roll his eyes.

The three of us finally made it to where Peach was waiting for us at, the main floor where her throne is at. You'd think a person like Peach is all snotty and rude since she is royalty but nah. Her and I are practically best friends and we love hanging out just the two of us, while also talking about our boyfriends.

"What's up, Peach?" I greeted her.

She was crouched down on the floor, looking down at something intently.

"What is it?" Mario asked as we surrounded her, upon seeing what she was looking at.

It was a human. A baby human.

"So uh is this the human you were talking about?" Lui asked her.

"Yep." Peach answered, rocking the cradle the baby was in.

The baby was asleep. I mean what better place could the baby have crossed over to? Toad people and a very nice princess who wears a lot of pink.

"What did you need us here for, Peach?" Mario asked as she stood up tall.

"I have to go to the Jungle Kingdom. Something that Cranky Kong wants." Peach told us.

I noticed the immediate hard eye rolling and scowl that formed on Mario's face. I could only imagine that he was thinking about that one day when he had to fight against Donkey Kong to win the Kong army. Don't get me wrong, him and DK get along fine now, but back then it was a whole different story.

"It will only be for like for a day or two." Peach reassured Mario, pinching his cheek, making Lui and I laugh.

"Okay." He sighed deeply, gently shooing Peach's hand away.

"What about me?" A high pitched voice shouted.

We all turned and looked through the open doorway that he was in. Tiny Bowser, in a cage with his piano.

"Who left his door open?" Peach mumbled, "you will stay there and only there."

"Aww." Bowser said as he turned to his piano, starting to sing his song about Peaches.

I shook my head as I went to the door and slammed it shut, muffling Bowser's voice to the point of silence.

"Okay back to the baby." I said, getting us back on topic.

"Yes. While I am gone I need one of y'all to watch her." Peach told us.

Of course Mario immediately starts eyeing Lui and I. I can tell Lui was nervous. I can't even remember the last time we discussed having children or even talking about them. But this shall be a test for the both of us.

"Sure thing Mario, Lui and I will take her." I monotonically announced.

"Aw you guys are the best. Now if Peach was staying I would've taken the baby." Mario reassured us.

"Hmhm. Sure brother." Lui said, seeing through his bullshit.

"Perfect. It's just for two days I promise." Peach promised us.

Peach then gently picked up the baby and handed her to me. I naturally supported the baby's head and held her close to me, feeling my boyfriend watch me in awe even though I already knew where this feeling was coming from.

"Here's a bag of all of the essentials you will need and I will send Mario to y'all with the cradle." Peach told us as she handed Lui a big bag of stuff.

"How much does one baby need?" Lui asked, slipping the heavy bag on his shoulders.

"You'd be surprised." I said.

I can tell Lui was a bit confused by my comment. I don't think I have ever told him have I? Well what better perfect time to tell him as we are babysitting this baby girl.

"Have a safe trip, Peach." I told her as the three of us left the main floor and eventually the castle itself.

"I'll go slow, I promise." Lui reassured me as I stepped into the back seat of the kart.

The baby was starting to stir a little but went right back to sleep. She was so cute and adorable. I didn't even ask Peach for a name. Oh well. Lui helped Mario strap the cradle in the back seat of his kart and then got into the front seat of us, with the big bag of stuff up there with him. Lui then carefully started the kart up and drove slowly back to our place. While the trip up there took longer than usual, it was okay. Lui was careful not to make tight turns or big swift movements as he usually does. We eventually made it back to our place and Mario helped us unpack everything.

"Alright you guys, I hope everything goes okay." Mario announced as he was about to leave.

"Same here." Lui agreed.

Mario came and hugged Lui and then came and hugged me from the side since I was still holding the baby.

"Take care." Mario said as he left us alone.

I came and sat next to Lui on the couch.

"Are your arms not tired yet?" Lui asked me.

"No, I have had lots of practice." I commented.

"Speaking of, um, did you have a baby or a kid before we met?" Lui asked me.

I knew this question would come up. I sat the baby in her cradle, that was on the ground in front of us, and sighed deeply. This is gonna be hard. I have only ever told Peach. Reason I never told Lui cause the conversation never really came up.

"Before, you and I met, I did have a kid. A baby girl in fact. I had only had her for a couple of months before she got really really sick and passed." I briefly told him for if I spoke anymore, I would go into a crying fit.

Already Lui held me tight, leaning my head onto his chest, soothing me. Rubbing my back and holding me tight.

"Why did you never tell me?" He asked me.

"Because I'm afraid it will happen again."

"What do you mean, honey?" Lui asked me, running his fingers through my hair.

"I'm afraid if I tried again they would get sick and die too." I confessed, feeling the tears escape my eyes and onto his shirt.

Lui started rocking me back and forth gently as I just cried it out onto him. I miss my baby so much. Being with Lui has helped me move on but now with Peach having us do this, it's made me remember everything all over again. The feeling of bliss and joy when I first saw her, the first burp, the first smile, and even when I was in the hospital with her. The feeling of dread and sorrow when the doctors told me the news. I am feeling it all over again. Lui was giving me soft kisses on my forehead, still rocking me and trying to ease me.

"You're okay, (Y/N). I've got you. It won't happen again. I promise." Was all I could hear from Lui through my sobs.

"Honey, look at me."

I wiped my face as I looked up as Lui, his softened gaze and his twinkling blue eyes immediately putting me at ease. He just has that power for some reason. Lui then held my cheek and placed a soft kiss on my lips. Just a blissful kiss, nothing more than that but it was enough to make me feel better. I pulled away, rubbing my lips.

"You need to use chapstick more often." I commented, making Lui laugh.

"Here." Lui then made me sit up straight and he did as well and held my hand.

"I promise, solmely promise, that we will have a child together. I'm not sure when exactly you know, but I promise. I just don't think I'm exactly a hundred percent ready right this moment." Lui explained to me.

"I understand Lui."

"But I do, want a kid with you, (Y/N). You're the best person to ever come into my life and you're so caring and patient with me. And you're just so gorgeous as well."

"Stop you'll make my nose bleed from all of the blushing." I joked with him.

"It is true though." Lui told me.

"I know. And you're just the cutest most handsome damn person I know." I said, twirling his mustache.

He giggled at that.

"Speaking of which, you need to trim it. It's getting long." I commented.

"Hey, leave my stache alone." Lui guarded it with his hands in a joking matter.

I laughed at that, which made me realize that all of those bad feelings from earlier were gone.

"I love you, (Y/N)." Lui said as he hugged me.

I hugged him tightly as my eyes gazed over to the baby who was still sleeping soundly in her cradle. He will keep his promise, (Y/N). You know that. He always has.

"I love you too, Luigi."

One day, (Y/N). One day.

[akwolfgrl]

LFT 46

Zoro wasn't stupid he recognized that tone in Sanji's voice. The bastard was thinking about Nami. Zoro used his free hand to slap Sanji's thigh before slipping in a third finger aiming for his sweet spot.

“You’re thinking about that witch huh?” Zoro had planned to torture Sanji a bit tonight but maybe he’d have to up the stakes. Maybe not letting him cum until Zoro deemed him apologetic enough. “Am I not enough to keep your attention?” Zoro dared to add a fourth finger stretching him wide open. The love-cook would be feeling that in the morning, maybe then he'd remember who he belonged to. “I guess then I'll have to give you something to remember me by, hm?”

“Zo ro!!” Sanji choked out.

“That's right, say my fucking name,” Zoro turn biting Sanji’s right cheek hard. “No one else’s name but mine! I should make you wear the cock ring all night long.”

“Noo! Please no,” Sanji pleaded.

“Maybe if you’re my good boy I'll be nice,” Zoro removed his fingers and the cook whined simply earning him yet another slap to his other thigh. He could feel the muscles in those legs, oh the time and work he knew was built into his lean man. He took his cock out of his pants and lined it up against Sanji's wet, needy hole. He thrust deep into the blond, his tight heat sucking him in. They both moaned in tandem. He gripped Sanji's hips for leavege as Zoro pulled almost all the way out before he began to thrust in earnest burying himself deep into Sanji's ass. “Fuck curly you feel so fucking good, you made for my cock aren't you?”

“Yeessss,” The blond slurred under him.

Zoro’s thrusting became faster and more erratic as he came closer to cuming. He could hear the creaking of the wood as Sanji struggled to free his legs. Zoro released one hand and slapped his thigh once more. A whimper tearing through his desert dry throat from the other man's lips.

“I'll free you when I've finished with you,” Zoro informed him.

“Then hurry the fuck up!” Sanji demanded.

“I'll take as much time as I want to curly, your in no position to stop me,”

“Next time I'm tying you up!” He growled out the promising threat.

“Shit!” Zoro cursed, he had never imagined that for himself before but the thought of being at Sanji mercy was hot. Ropes stretched across his chest and arms. Would he warp the rope around his legs and cock? “Yesss, fuck Sanji!” Zoro cried out as he came deep in the blond.

When his cock had soften enough Zoro took it out, watching the cum dribble out of Sanjis abused hole was so fucking sexy he wished he had a talent for art. He slicked up the plug that he had snagged along with Sanji's tie and slid it into Sanji's hole, keeping all the cum inside. He untied Ero-cooks' long legs, rubbing the feeling back into them. He hauled the man up by his bound arms.

“I bet you want to cum don't cha?” He asked kissing up Sanji's neck one hand holding on to the man's arms while the other traced up the blond happy trail past his abdomen and across his chest.

“Fuck please Zoro, let me cum!” Sanji begged.

“Hmm let me think about that…nope I'm not done pushing you just yet curly brow,”

[love-killed-the-superstar]

The Last Ronin 2: Re-Evolution Issue #1 LIVEBLOG

SPOILERS ABOUND. I'M NOT GOING TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS IT'LL PROBABLY GET SUPER LONG

Okay so Casey Marie's muscles are something I'm never going to get over. SHE LOOKS GOOD!!!!! Her getup is feeling a little too reminiscent of a cape-wielding superhero for my tastes to be honest - I really loved the more practical outfits she wore in TLR Lost Years, especially in issue 4 when she was running the training mission for the kids. But ah well, I'm sure this will grow on me. It may not be practical (edna's law of no capes is coming to mind, also PLEASE TIE YOUR HAIR UP WHEN YOU'RE FIGHTING GIRL!!!) but it's very cunty anyway which I appreciate

Straight up thought she killed this guy - what was that sound effect if he's still able to walk??? I fr thought she snapped his neck

IDK if we needed a whole 8 pages of punching and kicking to exposition dump what we kinda already knew from what's been shown in the lost years (esp the lost day special) but IT'S FINE IG... NOW ONTO THE BABIES

SORRY, SORRY. TEENAGERS NOW.

GIGGLING KICKING MY FEET. We're ALREADY getting the leo-v-raph adjacent dynamic with these two and I'm living for it. if one of them drops a stone cold 'fearless leader' jab i will lose my shit

HI? HELLO, EXCUSE ME, MIND-TALKING? PICTURES IN HEAD? ARE WE A FAMILY THAT LUCID DREAMS OR SOMETHING?!?? I DON'T REMEMBER THIS BEING SOMETHING THEY COULD DO?? every new speech bubble here is like a punch to the gut, wdym telepathy wdym secret lair wdym honouring everything master splinter taught you???? (although i'm proud that when this panel dropped on news sites i was immediately like THAT ISN'T THE KITCHEN FROM LOST YEARS. turns out it was a Secret Lair TM)

Teenage Mutant Ninja Seance -- TURTLES COUNT IT OFF!!

not gonna screenshot the whole backstory but they're basically doing a telepathic puppet show explaining the backstory and it's pretty much the mirage origins with a bit of extra tlr flair. as always it HURTS ME seeing the turtles dying so thanks for that tlr2 :'')) icb these kids watch a mind movie of their uncles dying every fucking night. yall are messy

SOBBING AND CRYING,, I WISH YOU'D ALL HAD THE CHANCE TO KNOW HIM TOO!!!!!! I WISH YOU'D GOTTEN TO KNOW ALL OF THEM!!!!! (tlr splinter doesnt count tho because hes a dick)

there was a cool sequence of them rooftop hopping n stuff but i wont cover it bc we already saw it in a bunch of news articles weeks ago

i just did the SHARPEST INHALE. casey marie you and your beautiful muscular arms have aged like the finest wine

YI NO!!!!!

lmaooo moja is JUDGING your taste in women u two

lots of text... blah blah blah jobs, crimerates, blah blah... jiro in pig uniform jumpscare.. casey marie i thought u were going to fix him :(((

YESSSSS KIDS ARE GOING ON A MISSION WITH THEIR MOM, LETS FUCKING GOOOOO

MY BABIES ARE KICKING ASS!!!!!

....,.HUH

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY BABY BOY ODIE!!!!!!!!!!! WHO DID THIS TO HIM!!!!!!???? WHAT??!???? HUH/1?!!? EXCUSE ME????

I'M . LIKE WHAT DO I EVEN SAY TO THIS. IT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE??? WHAT IS GOING ON!!!

FINAL THOUGHTS:

dude that first issue was wordy but the kids were ON POINT. they were so fun!! their dialogue is fun and they kick ass.

i loved yi announcing the punishment for casey while the others were like NOO SHE DIDNT MEAN THAT DONT LISTEN TO HER. we're getting more of their personalities and it's great!! it was a nice throwback to issue 2 of lost years when they were cleaning - yi refused to help because of how strictly she was following instructions. im picking up that she might be neurodivergent but i did get that from the lost years too - only doing things within strict instructions, getting frustrated at teaching odyn chess, not because of him playing horseys with the knights but that it was Against The Rules Of Chess - and now not picking up on some social cues. It's nice to see!! I love her very much, but it feels like besides rehashing the origin story she took a bit of a backseat to the other three.

i want to know more about why uno said being a rebel was moja's 'thing', since she didn't seem to be any more rebellious than the other three in this issue. we didn't get any unique interactions between her and casey marie which is what i felt was lacking from lost years but i wonder if this is hinting towards a more turbulent mother-daughter dynamic with them... I REALLY HOPE SO!! her and uno butting heads in a leo-raph way is very fun - i don't mind one or two prior group dynamics leaking into the new turtle siblings because they're all so different from the original 4.

uno seems to be taking on slightly more of a leader role than moja so i think he won the title of fearless leader. which is fine, i think it'll be fun to see and he's definitely less of an asshole now than when he was growing up in lost years. still picking on odyn a bit but seems to snipe at moja just as much. even when he was commenting on yi's storytelling he didn't make fun of her, though - i think she may have inherited the 2k3 don ability of being Completely Unbullyable.

i was really pleased that odyn felt more involved!! i feel like he took the backseat a few times in lost years - it was fun seeing more of his personality shine through! he and yi seem to get on the best, and i giggled at them rolling their eyes at moja and uno's raph-leo schtick. i didn't expect him to TURN TO FUCKING STONE THOUGH, so i'm nervous about that. WHAT DOES IT MEAN? WHO DID THIS TO MY BOY? IS HE GOING TO TURN BACK NEXT CHAPTER OR IS HE OUT OF COMMISSION UNTIL THE END OF THE RUN??? (if it's the latter i'll be a bit annoyed - don't take odyn away from the equation please!!)

I do wonder if by introducing casually that they can PSYCHICALLY CONNECT, the turtles will use that as a technique to reach odyn's mind to make sure he's still in there and piece together what's happened to him. i mean, their casual telepathy has gotta be some sort of chekhov's gun right?

and shit.... april was so fucking mad casey took the babies out so she's going to EXPLODE when she finds out what happened to her baby boy, her beloved favourite, her baby odyn :''(( im giggling rubbing my hands together waiting for the fallout but also if she cries i might cry too. speaking of april, she seems to be working on a new project and i saw nano particles mentioned - are we going to have a roninverse version of nano in this run???? I NEED MY ROBOT SON

as always, casey marie... u have aged like fine wine. u are stunning. disappointed that ur still believing that jiro can do good as a cop when their entire police force and government is corrupt as fuck. just feels very naive of her. i'm excited to see her break down at the concept of losing odyn - in fact i need everyone to mourn this beautiful kid. they tell us so much that shes a super clingy helicopter mom and i am picking up on the strict part, but it would be nice to see more of her just... hugging her kids. holding them. i get why she didnt in this issue but id love more mama casey squishing their cheeks and kissing their foreheads.

i have zero fucking clue what's going on with odyn. im wondering if it's somehow related to nano, or to whatever project April is working on - she says it's to do with clearing the tunnels, but I''m not convinced. who knows, there might be some ulterior motive happening.

Anyway, that's the end of my liveblog!! thanks for reading all the way to the end... go read it wherever you read ur comics!!!

[sukunasun]

why does geto leave gojo in your succession au? makes me kind of sad for gojo

oh noo ;_; please don't get too upset!! feeling sad for him is the point...he's not meant to be sympathized with initially, how could a man with this much wealth and privilege, so out of touch and has no regard for anyone else but himself, be understood, let alone loved?

he's naive and inexperienced, which is why geto leads the way in matters of the heart. satoru wasn't sure he had one before geto had ripped it out of him. but it's much less gory than it sounds, he doesn't remember geto asking or staking a claim. he was just..there. around him, with him. maybe he wasn't alone, maybe suguru was someone he could trust. one is enough when he's had none.

geto steals kisses, or rather he gifts them with such ease. satoru couldn't ask for more. just a gentle press of suguru's lips against a pale white cheek dusted with aspen snow. satoru has never seen it blush this red. neither has suguru. but when it's just the two of them lazing by the fireplace, he notices how much he blooms.

geto wipes him down between the legs with a soft towel. admiring the taut muscles of his abdomen as his finger grazes over the bumps like a car racing down a hill. so the carpets do match the drapes, satoru's happy trail is soaked and so is every other part of him.

"anyone ever told you how beautiful you look?" geto asks, lighting one up. flicking the ashes into stone. watching satoru's brain malfunction. blue eyes boring into his in awe. he's never been fucked so good his body still trembles several minutes after.

gojo doesn't wish to believe it. he's not the beautiful one. not when suguru looks the way he does. like someone who could love him back. he's never on the receiving end of his cold stares or the smiles that don't reach his eyes. he only gets suguru's true self. "just you," he admits, satoru's already salivating for contact, for pressure, for the taste of cigarette smoke lingering between breaths when geto ever so subtly exhales it down his throat.

suguru laughs upon hearing his reply. almost like it's not true. and he wants to scream—i'm serious! it really is just you—but he shows geto in other ways. pins him down on a soiled persian rug sticky with release and bites his neck every which way he can. marking him. gojo's never been one to share.

shut up. shut up. shut up. stop laughing. maybe if he buries himself deep and thrusts in a rhythm geto's taught him to, maybe then, suguru would believe just how much he needs him. "do make sure i'm the only one," are the last words out geto's mouth before it's stuffed full.

after two weeks of not skiing, they sneak around the hallowed halls of harvard for three years, then carve their names into the creaky dorm beds of columbia for another two. play-fighting and getting rough, throwing jabs and fuck me eyes like they're not in the middle of a very important meeting about very important things.

sometimes suguru gets mad and doesn't say why. just that he's tired and everything's cool between them. other times, satoru fails to notice and makes empty apologies to make him feel better. he wonders why he keeps guessing, doubting. but oh what the hell. they're young, satoru could deal with the consequences. and he really thinks they're happy with the way things are because...

all of gojo's firsts and lasts are almost fated. somewhat planned and finely orchestrated by suguru. this is how it probably goes he thinks, too swept up in the feeling to realise the significance behind the warmth of suguru's hand around his neck like a leash, his melodic voice sighing his name, shaking his head fondly at satoru like he's just made a fool of himself again. he looks to geto for everything. approval. attention. how to feel. how to act. geto's good for him. so why the hell does he leave.

"you haven't been answering my calls asshole," satoru tries to not sound clingy but it comes out all whiny and desperate. mostly because he's been stood up at nobu for the past two hours and the waiters are giving him weird looks. he'll tip them after just to shut them up, he doesn't want rumours to spread, but still, it's not a good look for him.

"and you haven't been keeping tabs, i said i was gonna help you figure something out," he reminds satoru of the grim fact that his company's in deep shit. so fine, he'll let it go. not like suguru owes him anything, they're not boyfriends or whatever. the label sounds so immature.

there's only so many outcomes and suguru chooses the messiest one. he does end up meeting satoru that night and decides to make it up to him for once. there's no occasion and satoru is just happy to have him back again.

only he wakes up to the news that suguru's named CEO of his family's company. contracts signed and deals made behind his back—"what did you expect?" geto says, brushing off satoru's aching pain as he slips his clothes back on. a fine-pressed suit and the smell of sandalwood lingering on his wrists. cuff links polished and reflecting off deep indigo irises. "you've got to be kidding yourself to think you wouldn't fuck it up."

"you're supposed to be on my side," satoru finally manages to say it. choking back the shock and years-worth of emotion.

"i am," suguru replies, "but i know you, and i also know that i'd do a better job. it's not personal." there's no time to discuss, geto's got pictures to take and announcements to make, but he sinks a knee into the mattress, leaning over to kiss the worn expression off satoru's face.

gojo hates himself for chasing after the warmth.