#i already got spoiled so I don’t even know of it’s worth it anymore

[theemptyspacehelmet]

Thinking about watching tua s4 and getting sick to my stomach

[kuromochimi]

baby I’m nothing like your broke ex

gojo satoru, nanami kento

Content warnings: mentions of past toxic relationships, not proof read

🔜 suguru geto, kamo choso, higuruma hiromi

Gojo Satoru

Satoru was rich. Like rich RICH. You first noticed this the moment you met him when you spilled coffee on his shirt then offered to buy him a new one instead. Instant regret when you realized that his shirt was worth more than your entire closet combined.

Being in a relationship with him was… well it was an adjustment. You lived a fairly simple life before you met him. It wasn’t a bad life. You still got to spend on your wants here and there but you had to budget such things much like any other common person had to. On the other hand, the word budget was non-existent to satoru especially when it came to you. He quite literally gave you everything. A few weeks into the relationship though, he had noticed how reluctant you were to accept his presents. You didn’t seem uncomfortable, just.. reluctant. He toned down a bit after this realization. But god he just couldn’t figure out why you were almost unwilling to accept anything at all from him, even food, even a ride home, even his hoodie which he already said you could keep. “Baby” he called to which you responded by looking his way. “Why do you never want to accept my presents?” He asked before he got up to approach you, immediately hugging you from the back as soon as you were within reach. “Hmm it’s not that I don’t want to.. it’s just.. you have to let me get used to these things first, okay?” satoru raised his brow “baby I know that shitty ex of yours can’t come close to how much I spoil you but was he that stingy?” at first satoru was only joking but your silence meant it was probably true. “So he was?” He asked as his chin was resting on your shoulder. “Come on satoru, he’s a thing of the past. He doesn’t matter anymore, ‘kay?” You tried your best to steer away from having to tell your boyfriend in detail but he’s right. Your ex was stingy as hell. It’s not like you ever asked for anything too much in fact, you don’t ever remember asking for anything at all. All the times he had to pick you up, he asked for gas money which seemed fair enough but it wasn’t just that. The man loved going on and extravagant dates but was never willing to fish out more than gas money. He adored receiving presents from you but could never be bothered to get you even the cheapest flowers. He used to say that he was just saving up to be able to give you the life you deserve but 8 years of having to sustain the luxurious lifestyle of a bum just made you snap hence, the break up. Satoru’s tightening embrace woke you from that little flashback. “Okay baby, I’ll make sure to spoil you but don’t hesitate to tell me if I go overboard hm? Love you” he gave you a kiss on the cheek and god, you felt so lucky to have found such a good man.

Nanami Kento

It quite literally took years of yearning for nanami to be finally able to date you. He was your junior in university and your junior at work as well. All that time, he had to witness you be head over heels for your then boyfriend, another one of his seniors. He thought the man might have put a spell on you because for the love of god, he could not see what kept you with the jerk for so long. Having observed your relationship from when he was a college freshman up to when he was a work colleague, your ex never even tried to mask how selfish he was with you. The man dawned expensive watches and drove a not so cheap car, he loved going to expensive places with his friends but with you? He wouldn’t hesitate to pass you the bill (like 85% of the time) whenever you went on dates, bought you nothing but cheap jewelry and quality reject flowers just because they were cheaper. Even worse, he also let you take the crowded train home everyday despite him driving to and from work everyday. He just couldn’t be bothered to pick you up because your workplace was “too far” and gas was expensive. If he really was struggling, it wouldn’t have been a problem but any person could see that he was more than capable of treating you better. He just didn’t want to.

Dating nanami was like a breath of fresh air. It’s not like you were materialistic in the first place but receiving pretty flowers and having someone make sure you’s comfortable and safe felt so heartwarming. On top of that, nanami didn’t make it feel like he was obligated to do any of that. He just genuinely wanted to care for you. It was all new to you that you even had to ask him to stop spoiling you too much, you felt bad accepting all that he was giving. “I know you don’t need them and I know you’re capable but let me do these things for you, hm?” Was what he’d always say and despite bot being able to voice it out to him yet, there is so much love in you knowing that it was possible to be treated this way. With so much care and love and concern.

[moonybug444]

Queen i love ur stories will you ever do other characters one day? keep writing girl ur killing it

i actually have been working on something for gojo so here it is lol but i didn’t think people wanted other characters! please let me know someone you guys would like me to write for!

you had it comin’

tw: daddy kink / reader is called a brat a lot / gojo ruins an orgasm / ——————————————————————————————————

“y’like it satoru? really?”

gojo looks at you like he’s got stars in his eyes. the second he even sees your pretty frame he was done for.

he had just come in from an entirely too long stressful day of work, the only thing on his mind was you. and of course, like you read his mind, you had a pretty surprise for him

you’re cutely giggling by the time he finally walks over to you, quickly shuffling himself so he sitting on the king size bed and your straddling his long legs.

with a bright smile on his face he demands, “gimme a spin beautiful,” and you happily get up. raising to your tip tip toes and giving him a short yet thorough spin. you’re in a short, pretty, baby blue lingerie set, and paired with the cute little matching bows you topped, he thinks you want him to explode.

when it comes to your husband, it doesn’t take much to get plenty praise from him. in his eyes your perfect. shit, it’s gotten to the point where you wake up in the morning already expecting praise just for opening your pretty eyes.

of course that has its ups and downs though. i mean you’ve always been really, ‘taking cared of’ as you call it, though satoru calls it spoiled. getting everything you’ve wanted since the day you were born without so much as a rebuttal plus satoru’s constant yes’ didn’t do well for you at all. before you were only spoiled, now you’re a full on brat. you never hear the word no out of anyone’s mouth anymore, and when you do, who cares? you know your husbands going to make it happen for you.

gojo cuffs both hands under your ass and grins handsomely.

“look what you do to me, baby.” he looks down at the hard-on in his dress pants, and your eyes follow, practically drooling at the sight.

you feel like your going crazy the longer you look at it, you need it. it’s not like you haven’t had it or anything, you’re fucking yourself on your husbands dick practically every night. which is why your confused when satoru doesn’t make his move like usual. and you’re even more confused when he shoves your hand away from touching him.

your lips curl back when you pout, “satoru…why can’t i—”

“what you think you deserve it all of the sudden?” he takes a deep breath and tries to put on his stern voice. “you really think weeks worth of being a spoiled brat is gonna erase from this, sweetheart?”

yes. most definitely. even satoru knows it can, but he’s realized going easy on you doesn’t get him anywhere. he can’t help it though, you’re as cute as can be. how’s he supposed to just say no to his pretty wife when she’s looking up at him with those perfect doe eyes, those wispy lashes he just adores on her? that big pouty lip and the puffed out cheeks when you start to throw a fit? exactly he can’t. although he figures he’ll at least give it a shot, just to say he tried.

“but—” of course he sees ‘em before they come. those big fat crocodile tears you force out whenever you’re not getting what you want on your timing. “i have been a good girl…! you just don’t even love me—” you go to wipe at your eyes and whine. usually they work, but this time satoru’s putting his foot down.

“nu-uh, no— baby c’mon, we’re not doing this tonight, ok?” he says the kind words though an antagonizing smile shows on his face, which he tries to hide.

he pulls you back on his lap and rubs circles on your back. he speaks to you in a delicate tone when you’ve finally calmed down he speaks to you in a subtle tone.

“what’s been going on, huh?” he fakes a pout. “what’s up with my sweet girl? i just can’t say no to anything these days, just throw a fit.”

your eyebrows are raised when you curl your head into his shoulder like a cat, trying to get on his good side. “m’sorry toru.” you sniffle out a whiney, “i jus’ miss you so much.” when you puff your chest out and start to slowly move your hips against him, you think your older husband starts to listen.

“i know you do pretty girl, but you can’t just—”

“please daddy…can i make it better?” when you say it like that all satoru can look at is your plush tits in that pretty set you’ve got on. all he can pay attention to is your full hips slowly circling his cock.

out the window is his stern attitude when you lay him down and take his clothes off one by one. out the window is you being a spoiled brat the last few weeks. all your husband can think about now is the way you let yourself sink on top of his leaking cock. he thinks all can be forgiven.

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“hah—” you’re still whining as you bounce on his cock, wanting to hear his praise. “m’doin g….good, daddy?” your pussy still dripping from the last load satoru gave you, sucking everything he’s got.

satoru slaps your ass and pants against your tits, mumbling incoherently to himself. he looks up at you bouncing on your tip toes and he feels like he’s gonna faint. he’s never seen something so beautiful, sure of it.

“mygosh, baby…” he tries to grab on to something—your hips, the bed, anything to keep him stable. “can’t keep doing this, ok? n…next time m’putting my foot done.”

yeah, yeah. you give him a cutely whined, ‘k, daddy’ and keep yourself going, trying your best to fuck him good like he does you. your trying your best and your husband knows it. and it’s almost like he reads your mind, because the second you feel your legs grow aches and tired of riding, he flips you onto the edge of the bed.

satoru leans down to fuck his tounge into your mouth when he starts to hear you whine about how its, ‘too much,’ all the sudden. he just can’t get a fucking break from your shit, can he? when he’s not fucking you its, ‘you don’t love me,’ but when he is you can’t take it?fuck that. he feels himself taking deeper stroke when you complain. fucks you harder and harder. you try to push at his lower tummy but he won’t let up—just grabs both of your hands with one of his and holds them above your head.

when your pussy starts to squirt out more of her mess he knows you’re starting to get overstimulated, but he just can’t seem to get himself to care. when you get too fussy all he does is stuff two of his fat fingers in your mouth.

“yeah,” he looks down to see the mix of slick and sweat pooling at the base of his cock every time he pulls away from you. “pussy feels even better when it’s not a fucking brat in my ear.”

drool pools around your mouth when you go to say something. satorus positive it’s something along the lines of, “m’not a brat!” he’s just glad he doesn’t have to hear it.

your clit pulses against his moving fingers and he can tell your there, just a few more strokes and you’d be making another mess.

“you wanna cum, baby?” satoru watches you hurriedly nod and his eyebrows raise, ready to play. he keeps fucking you deeper and deeper and you swear your feel your pussy gradually molding just for his dick.

his cock getting messier by the second, white ring showing every time he pulls in and out of your pussy. as soon as satoru sees your eyes start to roll back, and feels that little pussy let go. he pulls right out.

the whine that escapes from your lips is beyond satisfying, he can barely hold his smile. “wha— ‘toru!!” your little fingers fly to your clit, trying to at least ease some of the dissatisfaction. you rub your middle and ring finger in circles on your little clit messily, not nearly doing it as fulfilling as your husband. when your twitchy pussy does nothing but ache you cry out.

your eyes are weeping when you look to see your husband already pulling his briefs up and laughing at you. “don’t look at me like that baby.” he looks down at your pretty pussy still leaking with his and your cum and licks his lips, “you had it coming’.

[alcoholfreenayeon]

damn you spoil us but just some smut with the bondage you talked about and everything.. without g!p, like there needs to be more motzu fics ngll

Trouble

Momo x Tzuyu

CW: Smut, Bondage, NSFW, strap on, fingering, pussy eating, moments of fluff

Word count: 3150

A/N: I’m sorry it took so long to do this😭I had a phase where I just didn’t feel like writing smut. Hope it was worth the wait.

“Well why not”, Tzuyu asked Momo, pestering her because she wanted to do part of her mission but Momo had figured it out and was not going to fall for it.

“You know why”, Momo replied, rolling her eyes, continuing to scroll through her phone.

“Please please please”, Tzuyu asked again, shaking Momo dramatically, “I’ll do anything in return”, she promised in a hurry and accidentally ended up knocking Momo’s bottle of water over, causing it to splash over Momo’s shirt and hands. “Oh!”, Tzuyu gasped in surprise.

Momo had her mouth open in disbelief as water begin to soak into her shirt and drip off her arms. Momo took a deep breath and slowly got up, rolling up the bottom of her shirt, exposing her abs before turning to look at her.

Tzuyu had her arms folded, a defiant look on her face and she looked away, pretending that she didn’t really care but her eyes kept glancing back to Momo, specifically her abs.

Momo stood in front of her, looking down at her, “You’ve become really annoying and disrespectful you know. Never listening to me or anyone else anymore.”, saying this, Momo grabbed Tzuyu by her arms and dragged her to her room before making her sit on the bed.

Tzuyu still being a brat, just sighed and rolled her eyes, “It’s just some water….and it wouldn’t have happened if you just listened to me.”

Momo couldn’t believe what she was hearing, “Is that so….I see. Well, I’ll listen to what you said and you said you’ll whatever I wanted so now”, Momo said, going through her drawer while Tzuyu curiously watched, wondering where this was headed, “I’ll do what I want….with you”, saying this Momo grabbed Tzuyu’s hands and handcuffed them quickly.

“What….”, Tzuyu panicked at the suddenness of Momo’s action and the restraining of her hands for a moment before relaxing again, still unsure what Momo would do.

Momo pushed Tzuyu on her back causing her to yelp and climbed on top of her, straddling her before whispering in her ear, “You wanted me to do your challenge, well first you have to do mine. Don’t scream.”

Tzuyu felt her heart beginning to pound, “is…is that it?”. Momo nodded and then before Tzuyu knew it, Momo tied her handcuffs against the headboard. “What are you….”, Tzuyu began again but Momo silenced her by putting a finger against her lips.

“Your challenge has already started…do not scream until I am done with you.”, Momo said, her thumb pressed against Tzuyu’s chin. Then she began to trace her finger down, lower and lower until she reached Tzuyu’s top, threatening to pull it down.

Tzuyu watched in anticipation, curious about how far Momo would go. She was even a bit excited and when she unconsciously bit her lip, Momo smirked and pulled it down roughly, exposing Tzuyu’s tits causing Tzuyu to breathe in sharply.

Momo wasn’t done yet, in fact she didn’t even start, she moved her hand lower onto Tzuyu’s pants now, unbuttoning and pulling it off along with her top, leaving her only in her panties.

Tzuyu couldn’t help but squirm a bit, feeling quite exposed and vulnerable but stopped and softly gasped when she felt Momo’s cold finger on her navel.

“Now. We. Shall. See.”, Momo said gritting her teeth as her hands began to linger over Tzuyu’s waist and thighs, touching her lightly, sending shivers all over her and causing her to inadvertently close her legs tightly.

Momo smirked and forced her legs open, a finger tracing her pussy from the bottom to top, softly through her panties, “Close your legs again….”, Momo warned, her tone stern. She continued to gently rub, top to bottom, bottom to top, watching Tzuyu’s reaction carefully, doing this for a minute or so before suddenly adding another finger and pressing against her pussy causing Tzuyu to take a sharp breath. Momo smiled smugly, already enjoying her power over her junior immensely.

“Ah, you are doing well for now….lets see how long it lasts.”, saying this Momo slips her hands inside Tzuyu’s panties causing Tzuyu to gasp and begins to play with her clit which makes Tzuyu squirm again.

It’s getting more and more difficult for Tzuyu to not vocalize her feelings, the situation went from thrilling to arousing to straight up pleasure much too soon. It didn’t help that Momo was so good at it. The pleasure kept building up forcing Tzuyu to bite her lips and she realized just how close to cumming she was, just a moment away, so close and then Momo stopped abruptly though her hands were still on Tzuyu’s pussy, making Tzuyu whine in frustration.

As Tzuyu’s breathing began to calm, she looked up at Momo in confusion and frustration who looked back at her with a satisfied expression, “You’re doing really well so far. I guess you’ll win at this rate so I’ll just”, she begins to move her hands away, “stop.”

“N-no, please!”, Tzuyu blurted out quickly and then looked away, her cheeks coloring as she herself couldn’t believe she said that out loud.

Momo smirked, “Oh? Ok if that’s what you want.”, Momo slipped her hand back inside Tzuyu’s panties and got to work again, bringing Tzuyu to the brink very quickly.

Tzuyu was whining and moaning as Momo rubbed her, she almost couldn’t believe how good Momo was, how quick she was to making her cum. She stiffened her body, focusing so hard on not closing her legs after Momo’s warning, she couldn’t have Momo stop, not again, not right now, not when she’s so…so close to cumming. Her hands fought against the cuffs but it was of no use, Tzuyu felt her waist rise as she was getting closer and closer, her eyes closed as she braced herself for her release.

Momo smirked seeing Tzuyu act like this, knowing very well the reason for it and slowed down for a second, Tzuyu opened her eyes immediately, ready to protest but just as quickly Momo thrust two fingers in, causing Tzuyu to cum, her eyes rolled and her mouth remained open, unable to make a sound as she experienced a mind numbing orgasm, her lower body thrashing around while she was cumming. After what seemed like ages, Tzuyu finally came down from her high, panting hard, her vision blurry and she blinked slowly several times to clear her eyes.

As she began to relax, Momo wiggled her fingers against the roof of her pussy causing Tzuyu to sharply gasp and look at Momo who could only grin at her as she started to push her fingers deeper inside Tzuyu until they were knuckle deep. Tzuyu could already feel her pleasure build up rapidly, she was still a bit sensitive and it wasn’t going to take much to make her cum. And Momo was figuring that out as she began to finger her expertly. Soon enough Tzuyu began to writhe in pleasure as she came again.

Panting, she struggled against her cuffs futilely trying to regain any sort of control back, swallowing hard, she looked at Momo who had a smug expression.

“You are so…”, Momo grins, “sensitive and easy to figure out”.

Tzuyu says nothing, still trying to calm herself down, averting her eyes from Momo.

Momo chuckles, “Ahn…you’re ignoring me…that’s how you want to play right now? Okay”, she smugly grins and suddenly takes Tzuyu’s panties off, “I’ll make it so that you can’t ignore me…”, Momo decides, slowly fingering Tzuyu, almost teasingly, “but I can’t decide whether to make it so that you can’t ignore me from desperation or pleasure”, saying that Momo starts rubbing her clit with her other hand while beginning to properly finger Tzuyu.

Whining and sighing heavily, Tzuyu grits her teeth hard and tries not to focus on Momo but it’s impossible. She can’t even keep her focus off for a seconds before she’s losing her breath. Having cum a couple times already she was quite sensitive and Momo was figuring her body out so easily. As Tzuyu’s third orgasm approaches, Momo moves her hand away from Tzuyu’s clit which causes Tzuyu to sigh in relief, she’s still close but suddenly it doesn’t feel like she’s on fire. Atleast that’s what she thought for a few seconds before she felt Momo tongue on her clit instead. She let out a strangled cry as Momo sucking on her made her cum instantly. Her whole body thrashes around as she cums, experiencing new heights of pleasure as Momo doesn’t stop, continuing to finger her and suck on her clit. Tzuyu couldn’t breath anymore, it felt like her orgasmic high was never going to end. She had barely finished cumming when she was already approaching another orgasm. She couldn’t think anymore, her hands jerked around helplessly while her legs were squeezing Momo’s head involuntarily. And moments later she came again. It was overwhelmingly pleasurable now, Tzuyu’s body wasn’t prepared to handle this much stimulation at once and for a few moments Tzuyu went numb, she could think to a certain extent and wondered what happened but before she could reach to any conclusions, she was brought back when her feelings returned just in time for her to cum yet again. This was too much. Going from being numb to feeling herself cum in a matter of seconds knocked the wind out of her. She screamed in shock and pleasure as she cummed her brains out, she could feel her pussy throbbing and contracting so hard. And then Momo finally withdrew her fingers, slowed down her licking, lapping Tzuyu’s juices around slowly as Tzuyu’s legs slowly loosened around her head and Momo moved her face.

She was grinning, her face a mess from all of Tzuyu’s juices. Meanwhile, Tzuyu was breathing hard, she felt like she’d never be able to catch her breath again, her legs feeling wobbly and weak…

“You lost, you screamed…”, Momo pointed out grinning smugly.

Tzuyu said nothing, closing her eyes and focusing on breathing, her face was sweaty and flushed now.

“And because you lost. You will face your punishment”, Momo stated with finality, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Tzuyu didn’t pay much attention, she heard Momo say she lost the challenge but it didn’t matter to her right now, she just wanted to rest and relax a little right now. She felt Momo get up and mess about near the wardrobe but she didn’t care enough to see.

A minute later, Tzuyu had stopped panting but her breathing was still a bit heavy, she heard Momo come closer again and opened her eyes just in time to see Momo’s hand closing in on her face and Tzuyu panicked and jerked, trying to get up but having hands tied just made her fall back.

Momo chuckled, “Relax Tzuyu, it’s just a blindfold….”

Tzuyu stopped, unsure of what’s happening, “why..?”.

“You’ll see-or find out soon enough anyway”, Momo teased and put the blindfold on her.

Tzuyu couldn’t use her arms or see anything now, it brought out a sense of panic in her, like she was in danger, vulnerable and wanted to immediately tell Momo to stop all this and just let her go but she then she felt Momo stroke her hair and cheeks and then whispered in her ear, “It might be feeling scary right now but trust me I’m going to take good care of you”, Tzuyu then felt Momo press her lips and kiss her intensely, it caught her by surprise and she gasped but then relaxed quickly as Momo kept rubbing her cheek. They made out for a few moments before Momo pulled away. Tzuyu felt herself blush, it felt weird, feeling so restrained, not be able to see and also for Momo to kiss her like that. She kinda liked it, it made her feel strangely safe with Momo, especially when she was stroking her so gently. She didn’t want to admit it but she wanted more. Her thoughts were interrupted when Momo spread Tzuyu’s legs once again causing her to squeal in surprise and held her left leg down, strapping her thigh and then her ankle against the bed and then doing the same to the other leg.

Tzuyu was feeling embarrassed now, her whole body was practically tied up or rather, restrained and she was even blindfolded, she was so exposed…but why was that now starting to turn her on a little, she bites her lips in anticipation waiting for Momo to do something. But instead it sounds like Momo is either taking her clothes off or she’s putting something on, Tzuyu frowned as it didn’t make sense either way. Momo then got next to her, her hand brushing against Tzuyu’s waist when Momo kissed Tzuyu again, her hands cupping her cheeks and Tzuyu felt giddy and giggled.

She liked it, she really liked being kissed by Momo , she admitted to herself as she felt Momo sit infront of her legs, especially with the way Momo was cupping and rubbing her cheeks and….wait…if Momo was cupping her cheeks then what was touch her waist-

Her thoughts were brushed aside when she felt something that was most definitely not Momo’s tongue or hands begin to spread her pussy, she gasped out loud and breathed in sharply, if she wasn’t blindfolded, her eyes would have popped out of her sockets. Her fists clenched and her mouth stayed open.

“Mmmm…are you ready for it Tzuyu”, Momo said smugly as she looked down at the helpless girl. She had put on her strap on which was 6 inches long and 3 inches in girth and was poking at Tzuyu’s entrance, grinning as she knew what she was about to make Tzuyu experience.

“Ah-w-what is…”, Tzuyu whined, gritting her teeth.

“It’s my friend….who will deliver the punish on you for losing”, Momo chuckled, “Don’t worry though, I’ll be in control the whole time and make sure you don’t…suffer too much”.

Before Tzuyu could take all of that in, Momo began to push and make her take something else in, stretching her entrance and pushing the strap in making Tzuyu gasp and moan more as Momo slowly put it in, inch by inch. Tzuyu helplessly thrashed about as Momo filled her up, she couldn’t believe how full she was feeling, it was hard to breath and not being able to move or see only made everything feel more intense.

Momo gave Tzuyu some time to adjust, not moving her hips and instead used the opportunity to play with Tzuyu’s tits while Tzuyu calmed down a little. It wasn’t easy when she was filled like that and having her tits played with but Tzuyu eventually stopped breathing hard and Momo began to slowly move, thrusting slowly, giving Tzuyu all the time to get used to it and as Tzuyu’s moans got louder and more insistent, Momo started to move a bit faster, pulling out almost the whole strap before ramming it back in. It was mind numbingly good for Tzuyu, it felt like pleasure was literally being injected straight into her which it was in a way. She could only moan and whine, calling out Momo’s name every now and then as Momo now began to seriously rail her roughly.

Momo had grabbed Tzuyu by her arms and was pounding her relentlessly, enjoying the moans Tzuyu was letting out. Tzuyu was in 7th heaven, she didn’t know Momo could do any of what she had been doing to her and now she was wishing she experienced it sooner. Her toes were curling hard as she was getting close to cumming, she had lost track of how many times Momo had already made her cum today. “I’m…I-I-I’m..” Tzuyu cried out trying to let Momo know she was close.

Momo smirked, “Do it, cum for me again Tzuyu, I’ll stop if don’t do it soon.”, she kept fucking her hard, deep and rough until she heard Tzuyu cry out as she started to cum and pushed in as deep as she could while Tzuyu nearly lost her mind cumming that hard.

Tzuyu’s whole body jolted and shivered as she came from Momo fucking her, she could feel each little and big movement Momo made in her and she felt like she was cumming forever. She wanted to scream so bad with how overstimulated she felt but couldn’t because the orgasms were draining her energy and making it hard to focus. After nearly a minute, Tzuyu finally came down from her high, breathing heavily and feeling at peace, Momo’s strap still inside her.

Momo smiled and took the blindfold off of her and Tzuyu blinked hard, the lights seeming very bright and it took her a few seconds to adjust before she looked at Momo’s smiling face and then down at her own body to see Momo in her and she blushed but before she could look away, Momo kissed her passionately and Tzuyu felt blissful again, she couldn’t help but smile shyly when Momo pulled away. Momo grinned at her and began to pull the strap out, taking her time, grinding a bit even causing Tzuyu to inhale sharply and gasp before she groaned as Momo pulled it all out. Tzuyu took a deep breath and sighed, feeling a bit annoyed that Momo made such a show of pulling out that she felt somewhat horny again but she was never going to say that or admit it.

“You were such a good girl, you took it so well”, Momo teased.

“Sh-shut up…”, Tzuyu said quickly as her face flushed while Momo began to undo the restraints.

After Tzuyu’s body was free again, she stretched her limbs with a sigh and fell back down, taking a deep breath and laying peacefully but then noticed Momo staring at her.

“What…?”, she asked.

Momo rolled her eyes, “You’re really selfish you know, I did all that for you and you haven’t even thought of doing something for me”

Tzuyu blinked and then smiled, “I was just resting for a moment, of course I’m going to make you happy too. Just give me a second while you lay down too”

Momo sighed rolling her eyes and laid next to Tzuyu, she closed her eyes for a second and then immediately opened them when she felt Tzuyu climb on top of her pinning her arms over her head and holding them there with one hand while she reached for the handcuffs with the other and put them around Momo’s wrists.

“What are you doing???”, Momo demanded

Tzuyu bit her lips and grinned, “Unnie, I didn’t like how smug you were the whole time, taking advantage of me like that…I’m just going to show how it feels like…don’t worry though I’ll make you feel nice and happy like you did to me…..”

[imaginespazzi]

PARTTTT 8

- NIVIII BBBYYY HIIIIII just wanted to say ilysm

- 9k????? OH MY YOU GODDESS I CANT

- anyways onto reading…!

- the first theme being angst.. yeah the cliff and i abt to be like 🤞 🤞

- girl don’t even stress abt the missed timeline PLEASE!! you have been spoiling us so much. i hope you have an amazing vacation you def deserve one!! The weekly update will be missed ofc but as i’ve said before, your updates are always worth the wait 🩷🩷

- me too azzi girl #liarabtmyfeelings

- OH GOD I JUST NOTICED ITS 2025 IM SCARED

- AAILYAH HI BBYYY #bluntqueen

- lexie…babe thanks for your lack social awareness 🥰🥰 giving us a pazzi reunion however, im shaking in my boots rn

- hey so just thought you should know, you finally got tears out of my eyes! could be the fact my day has sucked but i am crying over azzi saying she’s proud of paige and paige being shocked. my soul has been harmed😢

- so off topic but jewell and paige’s friendship is so cute.

-paige fumbling over her feet to get away from azzi. i just know the details of their breakup are gonna the lash thing read before i take my last breath.

- a world where paige and azzi go three months without speaking is one i fear.

- okay my stomach hurts. paige’s anger is so valid, it really is but my god not too much on azzi… my heart can’t take it.

- “We’re not together and I can flirt or kiss or fuck-” she flinches, “anyone if I want to.” i flinched too!

- paige hun pretending is just going to make it hurt more later. istg u and your evil geniuses… IM SO SCARED THAT THEY ARE PRETENDING TO MUCH IN THE NOW AND THEY ARE GONNA GET HIT BY A TRUCK. (not an actual truck but like yk)

- GOD AZZI PULLING AWAY FIRST AGAIN. PAIGES FACE.

- stop paige ☹️

- yeah where’s my cliff at? i might as well pay rent.

- “if only you’d just let me hold you in front of the world written all over Paige’s face.” yeah so the cliff isn’t enough anymore. seems to easy of a way to go.

- FOREPLAYING. MADISON?!!!!! INFRONT OF CHILDREN???? girl.

- stephie is a smartie for her attempts in guilt tripping paige.. i don’t think paige has ever actually used the word no around her tbh

- OH GODDAMN PAIGE. she’s been talking to aaliyah i see with her bluntness! i feel like ur anon (the emoji one holding the baby) BUT CAN THESE BITCHES FUCK ALREADY?!!! i don’t even need details BUT GODDAMN.

- god. i get where paige’s doubt is coming but girl please just let azzi talk instead of just hanging up 😭

- i however fear i would’ve hung up too…

- “I called because I hung up without saying goodnight to Stephie and just because I’m mad at you doesn’t mean I’m gonna miss saying goodnight to her.” and just like that i’m screaming😊 since we decided the cliff wasn’t enough… i’m thinking fire ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 because that’s how my heart feels!

- yes teammates def carpool!!! the end all smiles! great chapter!

- MS. FRENCHIE WENT TO MOTHER DAUGHTER MOVIE NIGHT??? what the fuck. jana may be a child of divorce (can it even be called that if azzi said no to marriage?) BUT PAIGE CANT BE REPLACED!!

- hey so i just read the paragraph abt love and yeah maybe fire then flinging myself off the cliff will be enough? oh and im crying again.

- oh

- my

- god

- i am full on sobbing rn

- i did not see this coming

- PAIGE SAYING I HATE YOU😭😭 after that whole paragraph of azzi thinking abt how paige loved every part of her imperfections and all. u planned that nivi u evil genius.

- “she loves being seen with me, she loves being known as my wife” god does paige even love her or just being seen with someone who loves her? god i’m starting to feel really bad for mrs. cunt. these divorce papers need to be signed already.

- “why couldn’t you have just loved me enough” paige bby:( stop i feel so conflicted. like part of me is upset with azzi for how much pain paige is in BUT THEN IM LIKE NO NO NO azzi had her reasons which were valid and outside of how much love she has for paige. BUT GOD MY POOR PAIGE.

- i need azzi to get off this phone call RIGHT NEEEEOOWWW. get this girl a hug PLEWSEEEEE hearing this is harming my soul for azzi

- “i think i’ll miss you forever” OKAY LANA DEL REY💋💋💋

- OH GOD MS. FRENCHIE VS PAIGE FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

- yk ms. frenchie im kinda a fan of you. i mean i want azzi far far away from you but i’m glad azzi had someone completely on her side.

- OH HE DID NOT JUST INSULT STEPHIE LIKE THAT.

- AZZI FUDD THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE. BEAT A BITCH UP😛YESSSSSSS!!!🥇🥇🥇

- i was expecting paige to get violent but oh this was so much better. rereading this i don’t know why i was expecting paige bueckers to harm someone else??

- okay tension 🔥🔥

- “we can’t keep throwing the past in each other’s face, Paige.” AZZI I AGREE but also please YALL can we talk abt the past because im scared if they keep ignoring it, it’s gonna blow up

- GOD paige is constantly just in panic mode of “is azzi gonna leave again” and like i get, i do but im actually terrified of how this is gonna come back and hurt them.

- “baby you are the exception to all of my rules.” oh okay just rip my heart out that’s fine i don’t need it anyways.

- im literally laying on my floor complicating life

- yk are these freaks abt to break their rules and have a sleepover…

- OKAYYY FUTURE CHAPTER YAP SESSION TIMEEEEEE OR LIKE question time ig?

- okay so ms. frenchie DIDNT WANT CHANGE TEAMS??? DAMN. is this like known to the team? wait u may have said this already so oops but what position did ms. frenchie play? was anyone else traded out to get paige or just her?

- can we just take a moment for some ice brady appreciation! i love her and paige’s friendship.

- OKAY SO i take it paige doesn’t remember the call..?

- okay question ive been dying to ask butttt are we ever gonna get a nika feature?????

- im legit on the edge of my seat dying to find out more details abt their breakup

- okay that’s all i got… im always so amazed with how much your other anons always pick up 😭😭 im always too involved in my own emotions to notice your small details then i read others recaps and im LIKE DAMN OK OK NIVI I SEE U.

-also sorry for the shorter review i was kinda crying and screaming too much to think

- ANNND i fear ms. frenchie is gonna have to stick bc i can never remember how to spell her name… (plus like u said she wasn’t gonna play a big role so WHATTEEVVVEEESS)

- anyways hear to say even though sometimes i think you enjoy putting me at the bottom of my cliff you’re still my favorite evil genius!!🩷

- 🤩🤩

Hiiii bby 🫶🏾

- Thank you so much lovely!! Hopefully not writing for a bit will make me miss it so much that I suddenly lose my ability to procrastinate after I get home.

- Omg I don't know if I should apologize or take it as an honor that I finally made you cry. 😭

- I loveeee Jewell so much and I absolutely adore that she and Paige seem to get along so well. It make me so happy.

- The word no absolutely does not exist in Paige's dictionary when it comes to Stephie (or Azzi for that matter)

- LMAO everyone just waiting for these gays to fuck lol

- Oooooh from jumping off cliffs to burning in fires, this journey of yours through nature is quite interesting 😭

- Mrs Cunt and Miss Frenchie makes me laugh every time lmao

- I try really hard to keep y'all sympathetic towards both Paige and Azzi so that you feel this way for both of them makes me really happy. They're just in an awful situation really. (WHO DID THAT?? 🤪)

- Communication is so important. They really should listen to you and talk....but will they?

- Clémence is likely a guard but idk if I'm ever gonna specify that so it's up to y'all really.

- Nika feature for sure at some point! Honestly a fair amount of cameo to go because I can in fact drag this out lol.

Ah babes I don't mean to push you off a cliff but I hope you're comfortable down there 😭

[alexanderlightweight]

How's it going? I saw the huge amount of prompts you got last week, and while the reader inside of me feels ecstatic to be able to read so much of your work, please let us know if it ever gets to be too much?

The prompt I had in mind (if it doesn't work for you no biggie, just ignore this ask) would actually fit in a lot of the 'verses you already made before.

I would love to read about Jace and Izzy suddenly realizing what their malicious callousness has cost them. No more big brother/parabatai to spoil them, to protect them, to take on the repercussions of their actions. Then, when that has truly sunk in, let them have a look at Clary and doubly realize that that is what they gave him up for.

Again, if this prompt doesn't feel up your alley, just let me know. I have a one-word backup prompt if need be 😉💜🖤💜🖤

your concern and worry is so sweet and i appreciate it! it's actually going very well, I am definitely going to take care of myself because I'd much rather enjoy myself and have continued writing wednesday's for a very long time rather than burnout and close prompts so I'm taking it carefully. Today because there are so many prompts and tumblr keeps shuffling the order, I'm also changing the way I answer prompts to random which makes it easier!

hahaha no i loved it. i absolutely loved the complexity of figuring out where to go with this prompt it and i really enjoyed writing it. because you're right, it could be a lot of different fics but i think the one that sinks into the hilt, is Izzy coming to that realization in the deruned fic after Maryse' leaves.

(also in Jace's defense he had a piece of his soul torn out, he's very much still in partial shock and not processing stuff very well)

thank you <3

lumine

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“Why didn’t you stop her?” Clary croaks and she sounds small and hurt in a way that Izzy knows Jace normally rushes to soothe. Izzy normally tries too, but they’re both too numb.

“What?” Izzy finds herself asking, confused as she finally turns from the direction her mother left. “Sorry, Clary. What?”

“You should be sorry! She’s your mother and you just let her hold me and threaten me? Threaten my mother? What is wrong with you people that you’re all like this? Of course it runs in the family. God, you and Jace are the only normal ones. Shadowhunters are psychos.”

Izzy hears the crack of bone against bone before she even realizes she’s struck. Clary is on the floor, holding her cheek in shock and staring up at Izzy in horror. 

“My brother was right.” Izzy finds herself saying helplessly, “you’re nothing but trouble. We should never have helped you. Never have listened to you, by the Angel, we should never have trusted you.” Izzy can feel the tears she’s been holding back threaten to fall and she’s trying to hang onto her composure but in the face of her mother’s rage-fueled devastation, she can’t. “You even admitted you didn’t care if any of us died to find your mother. I told myself it was grief, that it was just being new.”

Izzy shakes her head and hears a cracked laugh, it’s from her own throat, “you don’t care about the dangers the cup represent. You only care about yourself and your mother. You’d probably would have actually  given it to him, if it had been the only way to get her. Traded the lives of hundreds for someone who is a traitor and we let you right in, we protected you against our own. I defended you, to him, from him, when it was Alec who needed protection from you.” Izzy runs a hand over her face, not carrying that it’s going to smear her makeup. “I can’t do this anymore. Jace— don’t you dare look at me like that. You know it’s true. That Alec was right all along and you tore him down for it.” Shame enters her voice, “we both did and for what. Do you think it’s worth it, Jace?”

Jace looks devastated from where he’s knelt next to Clary’s hunched form, holding her tightly like he’ll break if he lets go. Like he’ll realize it’s all real, that his parabatai is gone and all for a little girl who doesn’t even care.

“I don’t. I don’t think a single thing that causes Alec pain will ever be worth any of this. Especially 

“Izzy Alec’s probably fine! But my mother is under a spell—”

“Raziel! Your mother took a potion personally tailored for her! She’s fine and no, I’m not helping you figure out how to wake her up. That’s on you.

“Gods, my mother was right. Your mother is facing the consequences of her actions. It’s no loss to anyone but you, if she dies. But my brother is a loss for this Institute, for our family, for entire generations of current and future shadowhunters and he was punished for your wrongs. So let me tell you, Clarissa Morgenstern.” Because Clary has to be an enemy or Izzy might fall right back into the trap of her sweetly poisoned words and demands and accusations. “You are no friend to us, to any of us. You expect us to listen and die for you and yet you act above us, better than us except for when you need us. You mean nothing to us. You are the daughter of our greatest enemy and while you were an innocent when you came to us, you aren’t any longer.” 

“The next time you break the rules.” Izzy says and she holds herself as tall as she can, like Alec did, “I will personally ensure that you are held accountable. No one else will be punished in your stead ever again.” Izzy walks off, to her rooms and stares at herself in the mirror. She wonders what Alec saw when he looked at her. 

He never judged her, even when he was exasperated. Alec would sneak her out for shopping even though he hated mundane crowds and helped her design the outfits she wanted in a way that would help her fight. Spent hours with her as she tripped and tripped over him, learning to fight in heels. He’d learned the whip first, so just she had someone to spar with and Izzy lost that because she was selfish and stupid and she cared more about the excitement of something new. Because she’d felt in the right, because everyone knew Alec was boring, but now she wonders if it was boring, or just mature.

Her father has always praised her, calling her his princess, his elegant hunter, his mature little warrior but Izzy feels like a child now, playing dress-up. Slowly, she cleans off her makeup and then takes a shower. The water is hotter than usual and she feels faint when she’s done, as she slowly assembles the pieces of her new armor.

Her boots, four inches but stabilized with a core that will never let her wobble, a present from Alec on her last birthday that Izzy thought was a dig at her balance but now she thinks must have just been him trying to please her while protecting her. Tight pants that cover her skin because there’s no Alec to wipe away the ichor when it splatters on her and burns, or to soothe it away with potions and iraztes. No Alec to untangle her hair from her increasingly elaborate designs so she puts it into a high ponytail and braids in one strand of white silk ribbon into a single braid and she adds a peridot beads to it.

The beads she thought she’d never ever have to wear.

Izzy considers her body, only half dressed and she sighs, something wistful as she holds up her stele and carves a rune of remembrance above her heart and next to her angelic rune, to honor someone lost to you, by death or other means.  She wears a shirt of deep green that shows off her cleavage and her new rune and then she carefully applies the same red shade that her mother prefers. The one Alec got her when she was fifteen and that Izzy always wanted but was always afraid to wear, because she didn’t want to be compared to her mother and found lacking.

“I miss you, hermano.” She admits into the silence as she slides on a jacket one size too big. It’s the last jacket Alec ever gave her before he became too tall and broad for her to do anything but swim in his clothes. “I’m sorry.”

She straps on her weapons and watches as her face turns to something cold, something harder. It makes her look more like her mother, more like Alec and it’s with tears stinging the corners of her eyes that she opens her door and leaves.

The Lightwood’s will not fall from this blow.

Izzy will push herself until she can stand strong and protect what should have been Alec’s Institute and it’s people, the way Alec always protected her. 

[myobsessionsspace]

Oh how we missed you!

Being apart of an artist/group fandom is so interesting. It’s different from being a casual fan of something, being apart of a fandom. You can say you like an artists’ music, buy a couple of albums, go to a concert and buy some tour merch etc. You may even keep up with news here and there about said artists or group.

Being part of a fandom however is different. Not only do you keep up with their discography, but you try to consume every piece of content you can on your favs, you also try to seek out like minded individuals and communities, where they also are a fan of your favs, to the degree you are. In fandoms you tend to seek more than the readily accessible content the ‘general public’ can easily attain, you find out all the obscure facts on your favs etc

When you’re part of a fandom you do create a sort of ‘parasocial’ relationship with your favs. You are happy for them when they are happy, you’re sad when they are sad, you get to know they likes & dislikes and you miss them when you don’t get new interactions from them.

JIMIN-SSI 🗣️🗣️🗣️

You spoiled us!!!

Jimin has through the years been consistent with his interactions with ARMY.

The member who probably tweeted the most in the first few years on their twitter account.

The member who probably did the most V Lives/Weverse lives.

We used him as our weatherman (even though millions of us don’t live in Seoul).

We relied on his care for our health and to ward off the common cold causing germs.

Even though he never got the hang of being on other social network platforms as much, we could always rely on him for a check in via Weverse.

The man was in hospital after having his appendix out AND STILL updated us, letting us know he was doing well!

So yes, being a BTS fan and having the ‘relationship’ all 7 have created with us, we can say they have all spoilt us. Over the years they have tremendously spoilt us, treating us like their 8th member, their friends, their partners on their journey.

Park Jimin, Mr Dior, Mr Tiffany, Mr 1st Korean Soloist to reach Number 1 on Billboard Hot 100!

Let’s keep our stable king going

You Jiminie, have spoilt us to the point where we feel ‘entitled’ to complain (oh Jungkookie this 2023, Chapter 2, you too have also spoilt us, so so much, thank you!).

But instead of complaining, I’m writing this out of gratitude.

Thank you for treating us triply just recently!

Our Jungkookie, the birthday boy, even though very busy with schedules for his upcoming mini album…

Stream Seven for the birthday boy

Not only did you give an internet breaking post on Instagram for his birthday

Which may have been a birthday post…but it was a present for US, so I say thank you!

Jungkook doesn’t have IG anymore, Jimin has kept us waiting whilst he ‘searched’ for his password and both he and JK live in weverse, so he posted it on Twitter FOR ALL OF US, I’m taking it, thank you very much.

He also fulfilled his ambassadorship role royally and blessed our eyes with his beauty, charm and grace.

To end it all he not only came on live to end his evening with us, he broke down some of his protective walls to show us some of what is inside HIS physical four walls.

We may have mixed feelings about it, ultimately he knows what he’s comfortable with. He knows what he wants to show us, when he wants to show it to us and how he wants to show it to us.

Jimin, we missed you, you are an individual who is entitled to your privacy, your free time, your space and your boundaries. Whenever you do post we love it.

We’re excited for what has been keeping you busy, if it’s anywhere close to our musings based on your tiny hints and what you’ve already shown us artistically, we know it’ll be worth the wait.

💜

[saucylittlesmile]

I usually write in my tags but I decided to this instead, eith Scott’s long interview:

They changed my life. And it changed how I felt about the sport, and they empowered me to be my best self and learn what that is and who that was

I was going to write something but in this case, I felt a picture was worth a thousand words.

But not very long after – two, three years after – we kind of started thinking – because we’d already retired once and done tours and we’re doing a show – and we just looked at each other and were kind of like ‘This isn’t the same’. We both had other projects that we were putting on hold: her getting her MBA and working for Deloitte, and for me, the skating school. So as much as we miss each other daily, it was time to move on and not perform anymore.

I mean, we already knew this; they didn’t find the same fulfillment in show skating long term, and yet touring is enough of a commitment that it can keep other life plans from being realized; but still it’s nice to always know they were on the same page of being ready to get to that next stage of life. I did laugh at his ‘we retired once’ given how often they reiterate a that they didn’t retire hut took a break - still, it was an earlier chance to experience that lifestyle of non-competitive touring life too.

And I wanted to really do my own thing. But I would have done my own thing, I think, in Montreal, if I hadn’t met my wife and missed my family and all that stuff. I still think my home is in Ontario. But professionally, I was a little bit upset, because I would love to be beside them in Montreal and join forces.

It’s a Sliding Doors moment - that whole imaginary what if scenario that changes everything and yet changes nothing. But the reality is, he gets to be near his family, and his daughter gets to grow up with close family; and he gets to have a bit of a ‘the best of both worlds’.

The athletes relating to each other, being able to tell a story, kind of cat and mouse, back and forth. So that’s my strength, I think. I always really dove into that as a performer, I’d get to work with the best woman in the world, Tessa, so when we got into those energies, it was so much fun.

I’m thinking about Tessa being shocked that there are teams who don’t talk to each other on the ice. I’m thinking about teams who skate together but who barely even look at each other, let alone seem to make a connection. We were spoiled by VM’s partnership, and the level to which they were able to perform those stories and relate to each other, but not everyone can manage it, It’s going to be interesting to watch him encourage growing those relationships.

So I could be like ‘I want you to try this.’ And it wouldn’t necessarily even make sense. But Madi and Zach they can make anything [make sense]. And then the first time it’s gold, and you start to think ‘Holy shit. Maybe I am a great choreographer.’ And then you work with a 10-year-old and 12-year-old and you’re like ‘Oh, no, there we go. I’m back again.’

I just LOL’d at this.

So I’ve made a list. I won’t tell you who else is on the list, because I’m hoping that they’ll end up on our team as well – one day – but they were at the top of my list.

I want to know, lol, because I could only guess 1 name. Bet the rest I’d be surprised at. Love they made sure that Madison (and Adri) could tour if they had the desire and the chance.

Yeah, I go back and forth on that one. What I said yesterday in the meeting – and I have to tip my cap to the dance tech committee that they’re asking us, trying to poll everyone and to work collaboratively, you create an ice dance event that everyone likes – but I don’t mind it. I don’t think there’s a major flaw right now.

Interesting that the ISU is at least having discussions about dance with the people who have to deal with the decisions. Guess I shouldn’t 100% blane the ISU. ;)

I miss pattern dances a bit. The problem with pattern dances is how they’re judged. I like pattern dances because of the old-school patterns on the ice. Speed, dance position, like the older style of ice dance, and nobody really seems to care about that anymore. So I always wonder, why are we keeping it around for key points when it’s not really the spirit of the dance? But I do miss it in the program this year, I would remove PST and put pattern dance back in.

I can’t believe I’ve been around long enough to live through SM saying he wants the pattern gone to circle back around to him wanting it back. 😭 This one section we were shaking hands, preaching to the choir, same page agreement.

Of course then he went on to praise the choreographic elements and I had to cancel him.

(okay I get he’s saying he thinks they creative and he wishes he could’ve done them and etc etc but No Scott That’s Just the Wrong Opinion, I am right, thanks)

Well, Moulin Rouge came from Tessa and I’s heart and soul. And with Marie-France and Patrice and Sam all collaborating – It’s a special one. It’s not the most original one or groundbreaking, but it came from our souls. And we love the music. And so that was probably my favourite in the end.

They fought for it, and it made it all the more their program. ❤️

And also, we went back into Pink Floyd for our last number, because the Pink Floyd free dance is probably the project that I connected with the most.

Vindication! Uncancelled him, as a Pink Floyd free dance enthusiast.

Just a great interview. I love that they weren’t editing him down into a condensed version. Really, we have been incredibly spoiled with a few of Tessa’s recent podcasts and Scott’s interviews and their joint one - way, way more insights and stories and so on than I would have ever expected to get at this point.

[basedkikuenjoyer]

I learned Skip & Loafer was a thing last week, I’m already caught up. I don’t usually have the time for binges anymore. But damn it, it’s so sweet and earnest it gets a full on appreciation post. Some light spoiling ahead. Starts with MC Mitsu. Rural girl moves to the big city isn’t new, but she actually tracks for me as someone who’s had the experience. She’s not a hick; she’s only in Tokyo because Mitsu has way more potential than Ikajima can support. That’s real, even the way you sorta have the town’s hopes on you. You get that nice, fuzzy quote from the lovely best friend Fumi early about eating good food pass or fail. It captures the vibe so well. Such a nice, strong skeleton to build a leading lady off of. Not exactly new territory but it’s been out of style for a while. There is that real edge of acknowledging the growing issue of rural depopulation in Japan. That said, if we’re talking new ground there’s a clear standout...

Nao-chan. Sweet, sweet Nao. Here she is launching into dropping some great wisdom about fashion and how it only needs to have as much of a role in your life as you want it to. One of our big wrinkles is that Mitsu goes to stay in Tokyo with her aunt who is trans. Great example of someone well past the finding yourself phase. Nao’s in her late 30s and she seems to have come out around her mid 20s. We know there’s some things like a falling out with her father and trauma from school days bullying but this is the type of series we may never actually see it. One of the cool elements is that Mitsu already presumably knows about all this. The two have long been close because Mitsu was one of the first people Nao felt like opening up to. Based on other examples I’ve seen, it’s pretty cool how casually everyone just refers to Nao as Mitsu’s aunt. Even ends up being a cute plot point.

What’s so well set up though is that Nao is honestly an amazing foil for Mitsu as well. There’s an implication she was the standout compared to her brother. A lot of hopes pinned on that salaryman career. But on someone who was treated poorly by back home. Either way, always cool and sadly too novel to have a trans woman in a maternal role. Especially an example where the junior is not also queer. She does a great job at it and when I compared these two to that Gilmore Girls vibe it was high praise. I need more of her adorkable boyfriend Goro too!

Last are these two dorks. Yuzu & Makoto. I adore blondie’s story arc. She’s naturally pretty and legitimately enjoys fashion...but hates all the nonsense that comes with the obvious popularity. It’s a hard line to tell that story without her coming off as a brat, and it’s hard to say it resonates without sounding conceited, but it really does for me. I’ve been there, talent or beauty or intelligence attracts envy. It doesn’t feel good to deal with that. You don’t want to rub it in you just hate it ended up being a problem. You do have those times people think it’s just, okay to treat you like a doll or be nasty to you because what do you have to complain about?

But for these two, they get over that hurdle. Makoto realizes she’s being unfair and that Yuzu just wants to enjoy a group of girls that aren’t obsessed with dating. Reminds me of Mugi in K-On a bit and that’s fun.

Give this series a go, it’s got a lot of heart. Will say the official release is worth it, especially if you’re here for Nao-chan. She...has a weird way of speaking that flummoxes the scans in some scenes. Bad enough it changes the meaning. The anime adaptation is great too.

[upsidedowndreamland]

It’s 1 in the morning and I’m all up in my feelings, so I’m here to rant, I guess. First thing’s first, as of the time of this writing (12:46 AM EST, Saturday, May 20th, 2023) I have one more day until I am seventeen years old. It will have been (if I remember correctly) around a decade since I first got introduced to Kirby. I was seven years old (again, I believe I was but I’m not sure. Could’ve just been around that time) My mom took me to Target. What for? Who knows. But while we were in checkout, I came across Kirby Triple Deluxe on the shelf that was in the checkout aisle. I was disappointed because I couldn’t find a Mario game (don’t even remember what I was looking for) so my mom got me Triple Deluxe.

And it’s been a whirlwind of Kirby ever since.

Listening to tracks from Triple Deluxe… replaying the game… it’s so… bittersweet, almost a decade later. Tracks like Floral Fields, Keychain Collecting, A Forest Hike, and ESPECIALLY Toy Rhythm and Spring Smash Factory all just feel so… bittersweet (I know I’ve already used that word but nothing else can describe it). Kirby canonically embodies childlike innocence and joy. In a way, Kirby himself IS the “good old days” in a literal sense. He’s the embodiment of that concept, which is really neat considering he’s a video game character that generations’ worth of children are going to grow up with, outgrow, produce more generations to introduce to Kirby, then that generation outgrows him, and so on. I don’t really know of any other video game character whose character kinda REVOLVES around being nostalgic. It’s special to me that the one I do know of… is the one I grew up with, so I can properly appreciate it. After all, I didn’t grow up with, say, Sonic, so I wouldn’t be able to appreciate it if he was supposed to embody the “good old days” of my childhood.

But Kirby. Kirby, I appreciate perhaps a bit more than I want to, because appreciating nostalgia hurts. It kinda has to, because nostalgia ITSELF is an innately painful feeling. Those are days you can never get back, never (fully) recreate, because at the end of the day, you’re just not the same person anymore. At thirteen, you will never be eight again. At sixteen, you’ll never be six again, and so on.

I’m not exaggerating when I say I wouldn’t be the person I am today without Kirby. Not to shit on Mario or it’s fans, but that’s what I grew up on until Kirby; and the Mario series (aside from its best game and a game I’m probably more nostalgic for than Triple Deluxe: Galaxy) isn’t exactly known for telling thought-provoking stories. Kirby, on the other hand…

I never really made it past the third world of Triple Deluxe as a kid. Because of that, after seeing the thumbnail of YTSunny’s Triple Deluxe final Boss video… I couldn’t help but click.

And then on I went for literal YEARS, watching every Kirby video I found, reading Kirby Wiki and WiKirby entries (damn near every article each wiki had to offer; from characters to plot synopses to trivia to weapons and items), and watching Kirby top 10 and “evolution of” videos (like the victory dance) until I was practically bleeding Kirby from my ears. I listened to every song I could find, read every variation of each game’s plot synopsis from website to website, spoiled myself on every game (because from my point of view at the time, I was never gonna play GBA Kirby), read fanfiction both crappy and great, and watched Kirby theories by every channel sellin’ em, though especially Meteorz’ What Is Kirby Canon? videos. I would scroll for hours through the 3DS Eshop, upset because I couldn’t find the old Kirby games I learned of and wanted to play thanks to the keychains in Triple Deluxe. I’d usually end up watching hours of trailers for Triple Deluxe and Planet Robobot (before the latter released when I was ten years old) and that’s how I found the Kirby 3D episode, and Right Back At Ya as a result of that, leaving me with yet another (now nostalgic) channel of Kirby to feed off of. I had an endless desire to know and consume MORE. It was like it either created or awoke what was already in my brain.

A love of stories.

I absolutely love stories. I love ancient mythology, urban legends, all of it. It fascinates me. I’ve always had the weird tendency of fixating on something: if I like it enough, I end up knowing everything about it, down to every last meaningless scrap of trivia. The Kirby series and its endless wealth of stories, background info and interconnected lore hooked me and woke up the writer part of my brain, and now that’s what I want to do for a living. I want to write. And it’s all because I fell in love with a dumb little video game series about a pink marshmallow who lives on a star, eats cake, and gets beat up by a penguin. If my writing career ever ends up taking off, I will owe it all to Kirby, who started me down the path of storytelling (yeah, not just reading, TELLING. Twelve-year-old me would literally cram Kirby stories down my stepmom’s throat during car rides, and it’s literally prepared me for how I now share serious, original stories I may do more with professionally some day with her).

Now, I’m about to be seventeen and, to be honest? I’m scared to death. I’m scared to leave behind my childhood, obviously, because it’s (again, quite obviously) all I’ve ever known. Soon, I’m going to be working and stressing and paying bills like any other adult; and living alone, at least for a while. I’m about to enter the real world, and I’ve been increasingly retreating into my childhood memories of Kirby and countless other things recently. And the nostalgia frickin’ hurts, dude. I want to go back so bad. I want to go back to those slow, after-school afternoons I’d play Triple Deluxe in the back office of the tropical smoothie my grandmother worked at. I want to go back to the car rides home with that game, with playing it while waiting for dinner to be done, with my grandfather sitting on the couch next to me watching ancient aliens or the curse of oak island or something.

For now, though, I’ll honor the way Kirby changed my life by pressing on and looking into writing careers; and in the meantime, I’ll pay tribute to my roots by continuing to write for the series I love so much.

Thank you, Kirby. Here’s to another seventeen.

[projectcaramel]

No Forgiveness (2) - Obey Me! Belphegor

“Sidra, have you seen my pillow?” I glanced away from my D.D.D. to see Belphegor yawning without his favorite cow-patterned pillow. 

“Why am I the first person you ask?” I questioned testily, and he rubbed his eye while inhaling slowly through his nose, a soft, drowsy groan coming from his throat as he exhaled again. Although he was lacking the pillow, it seemed as if he’d fall asleep standing up. 

“Because you’re sitting here,” he replied with a slow blink. “If you haven’t seen it, then whatever...”

“I saw Mammon hugging it earlier,” I relented eventually, and briefly, Belphegor’s eyes widened before he faintly smiled at me. 

“Thanks,” he replied before he drifted off, and I returned to my D.D.D. “Oh, actually...” I glanced up again to see that Belphie had stopped and turned back towards me. 

“What?”

“Do you want to come up to the attic?” Chills racked up and down my spine, and I’d barely even noticed it, but my D.D.D. had dropped onto the floor, almost on top of my feet. “Hm? Sidra?” 

“The... attic?” 

“Yeah,” he replied, and for a moment my stomach lurched, and I covered my mouth as I remembered that moment. That dreadful mistake. “You look sick.” 

“Fuck off,” I whispered. “Didn’t you hear me?! I SAID FUCK OFF!” Belphegor looked at me for a long, long moment as I panted, swallowing the memories of that day before they could rise up, acid in my stomach. The Avatar of Sloth eventually left without another word, leaving me alone and brooding. 

—

“Beel... how do you say you’re sorry to someone who doesn’t want anything to do with you?” I stopped in my path to my room, loitering outside the door of the twins’ room. 

“Hm? Are you talking about Sidra?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Hm... I don’t really know. Maybe you should get her a gift.” 

“She won’t accept anything from me though,” Belphegor replied, and I heard him throw himself into his bed. “Even though I don’t want to hurt her anymore, she won’t trust me.” 

“Do you think it’d help if I talked to her?” Belphegor paused for a very long time after that. 

“It’s worth a shot,” he said eventually, and I almost opened the door then and there. What kind of response would he have given me if I had? And yet... something stopped me from doing so. There were two possibilities. The first, and more hopeful of the two, was that he really did want me to forgive him. But the second, and more likely option was that he knew I’d been eavesdropping. It was just a show. 

I refused to fall for it again. 

—

As it turned out Belphie had gotten several members of his family involved in his plot to make me trust him again other than Beel. It was quite well done, I must admit, when Beel pretended to be startled by the brothers arriving on the scene. 

“Sidra,” Lucifer said, with that irritating, patronizing tone of his, “Belphie doesn’t want to kill you. We already went over this.”

“Yeah, the guy’s always liked humans anyway!” Mammon interjected, and each of the brothers started trying to convince me that Belphegor really wasn’t as bad as I thought he was.  

“I’d think you’d be more irritated that he doesn’t do anything all day.”

“He’s actually pretty loyal.”

“He might act a little spoiled sometimes, but he’s still adorable, you know~?” Asmodeus laughed, even as Beel looked at his siblings almost in awe before he turned back to me, smiling with that big, goofy grin of his. 

“Yeah. He’s the best twin brother.” 

“Is this some kind of bullying?” I asked finally, and their expressions turned confused. “He didn’t betray any of you!” I retorted. “It’s easy for you to say, ‘oh, he’s our cute little brother’! Bullshit! You guys have known him all your lives, but what about me?! The only way I’ll ever remember him is for what he did to me! The way he manipulated me! Do you have any idea how it felt to...!” I got choked up, and I couldn’t finish my sentence, hunching over as if I were going to hurl. I felt sick again as my back throbbed with phantom pain. “Leave me alone.” 

And, eventually, the brothers left one by one to leave me in my misery. It left me feeling a small sense of victory, especially since Belphegor must have orchestrated this to make me trust him again. 

I almost screamed however when someone approached me from behind and wrapped their arms around me. 

“Calm down... It’s just me.” 

That wasn’t reassuring.

“Don’t cry.” 

“Get away from me,” I half-growled, half-sobbed. I felt like a wounded animal protecting its pride, which in a sense, was accurate.

“Do you promise to stop crying if I do?” 

“Yes, so get away from me, you son of a—!” He let go of me and left without another word before I’d even finished cursing him. I stared after him, watching his every step.

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[silkendandelion]

Million Dollar Baby (completed), A One Piece fanfiction

Sir Crocodile x OC (male) Words: 40.8k Genre: Comedy, drama, smut, fluff

Summary: For the first time, River makes a decision for himself, and Crocodiles make one for someone else.

Rated Teen and Up Audiences for mature themes. Rating changes published per chapter.

Chapter 13

“Are you almost done packing?” Crocodile called as he appeared from the other room, ready except for the tie hanging over his shoulders. “The driver will be here as soon as the car is ready.”

“Just about. Are we taking the same car?” River tilted his head in question, reaching without permission to make a Windsor knot and tuck it against the hollow of his throat. The brush of Crocodile’s thumb against his cheek was a sweet thank you, though he would have preferred a kiss.

“They will drop you off first at your apartment, and then I’ll head to the office. Our flight leaves promptly, so I trust you to be punctual when the car returns for you in the evening.”

Excuse me?

Crocodile set his cigar in the ash tray, and handed over a thick stack of papers. River’s heart pounded, hope swelling inside him as printed ink informed him: “This is a temporary proposal, of which the attached contract is under review.”.

“What is this?” He spoke almost too quietly to be heard, but that didn’t dissuade Crocodile’s smug smile, or the puff of his chest.

“A job offer, Mr. Faustina.”

“A—what? Why? How?” The hope returned, stronger, and fluttering behind his ribs.

“One of my associates has recently acquired an import/export business that trades within the Caribbean. He actually owes me more than what your contract is worth, but I’ve cashed this opportunity for you, River.”

With a glance back to the papers, an embarrassed red rushed to his face at the typed figure halfway down the page. “You’re serious.”

The deep breath Crocodile took surprised him, how it stuttered around what appeared suspiciously close to nervousness. “I am. You can stay in my apartment until you get your own place, or if that makes you uncomfortable, I can arrange something else.”

When he received no answer but silence, he brushed the side of his finger down River’s cooling cheek. “If you’re too stunned to speak, you can just nod.”

“I—,” he breathed deeply, blinking back the prickle behind his eyes. “Of course I’m shocked. It’s all very sudden… I suppose everything can be finalized once we’re in New York. I’ll pick out a new school, I’m just worried the courses I’ve already taken won’t transfer over so easily. Then again, I suppose with a salary like this, paying to retake them won’t be a problem.”

“River,” said Crocodile, softly like he loved him, firmly enough to know he thought him a fool.

“You won’t have time for school with a position like this. Deadlines, meetings, keeping the schedule of investors overseas. And you don’t need it anymore, you’ll learn more by getting your feet wet than all the books I ever read during my time at university, books written by men who were long dead by the time I got there.”

“But—,” the words stalled on his tongue when Crocodile ignored him, going to fetch his suitcase and place it beside the door. He had made River an offer no one else would, and that was the end. The cost-benefit analysis of the situation dictated he would not refuse.

“It must be overwhelming right now, but I promise you’ll feel better once we’re home and you’ve gotten settled.”

His math was wrong.

“I can’t accept this.”

The frown that struck his face spoke more to surprise than anger, though to River it still burned of shame as he raised his head to meet Crocodile’s furrowed brow and… disappointed eyes, desperate to reel his emotions in with a series of quick, short blinks. “What does that mean?”

“I can’t go, Crocodile. Not if I can’t finish school. It’s not something I’m willing to negotiate.”

Crocodile’s face abandoned his melancholy, affronted at River’s stubborn tone, too close to spoiled, and what was once vulnerable bordered suddenly on defensive. “This is an expiring offer, River. It won’t wait for you to graduate, and it’s above market value for your qualifications. Don’t you want to move forward? Faster, easier than what you’re doing now?”

“With me” went unsaid at the end of his sentence, stuck to the back of his throat.

“Even you have to recognize it’s value.”

Even me.

The clench of River’s jaw silenced him but the words slipped through Crocodile’s hands, unable to be unsaid once they clouded the air between them. River packed faster, stacking the already folded shirts into the bags and shoving the rest of the clothes inside in crumpled handfuls.

“You know what I meant.”

“Do I?” River snapped, his mouth open to retort before he settled on grabbing more bags. “Listen to me.”

Crocodile waited patiently the long moments River’s thoughts played across his face, back and forth until he settled on what would sting less than the spirit of Claudia inside him that wanted to shout exactly what he thought in several languages.

“I know that I’m difficult. I’m, I laugh too loudly, I’m proud—am a bit foolish—but I’m not stupid. You’ve made me an incredible offer. One I don’t think I could ever accept as I am now.”

He nodded contentment with his own words, finding the courage to continue when Crocodile did not interrupt him. “I’m under more pressure than ever to move Claudia, and selling sex is the best money I’ve made so far. I won’t risk—!”

His breath stuttered, severed on a grounding sigh. “What if this job doesn’t work out? The company folds, they take a bad deal or get dissolved by people like you? I’ll be without work in a strange place with no school. What, am I meant to ask you to make another miracle? I can’t start over from nothing again, further from Claudia than I have ever been.”

“I would never let you fall back to the bottom.” In the quiet of the suite, his promise should have been a blanket of comfort, if River were more naive, if Crocodile was better at finding the words for what his heart screamed.

“I’m not at the bottom, Crocodile. Our worlds are just very different. I would be able to accept your offer, your promise, if you loved me, if we were a team but you don’t. And we’re not. You are my client, and I can’t bet the future of my family on a man I met 6 days ago. No matter how—”

Crocodile raised his head to meet his eyes, but the glimmer of aching adoration there couldn’t speak the words aloud, swallowed down with a sheen in his violet gaze. “No matter what.”

Neither of them spoke again until the bellhop came for their bags.

“Ready, sirs?”

“Just me,” Crocodile said.

From his spot on the couch, River did not move, and Crocodile scooped up his briefcase to follow the bellhop out without another word.

~*~

Crocodile had always been a shark. Efficient, deadly, charming enough, and alone. But for the past six days, the solitary hunter found himself in pleasant company, of which he couldn’t remember the last time he ever enjoyed anyone more than a passing dalliance or stress relief.

But as the elevator climbed to his office, there was no chatty beauty beside him to offer his particular brand of distraction, leaving Crocodile to wonder how much of this could be called his fault.

It always was, after all. When his father sent him to school, it had been his decision to not pursue business, at least, not any business within the boundaries of the law (of which his schooling made him an expert). When he went to prison, that was his fault too and, upon his release, creating a company that directly countered his father’s idea to invest in people, not statistics—well, he could blame no one else.

Now, he simply pressed the last vestiges of bergamot to his lips with cooling fingertips, a poor salve for his heart that ached along the cracks formed years before they even met. Old wounds opened by his fire, the challenge within River’s naive ideals, an American dream he hadn’t inherited, a kindness that shouldn’t exist in an immigrant who found himself at a disadvantage at every turn for circumstances out of his control… He loved him.

Loved him so much, and yet he sat alone. He did not pursue, why should he? He was, after all, the type of man who only knew how to love by giving and taking because it was the only legacy his father managed to leave behind, for all that he preached.

Hope laid against his ribs, sick and tired, having believed this time would be the exception.

“Is there anything you’d like to say before we get started?”

Crocodile found himself at the conference table, the meeting opened by Doflamingo’s question. Sitting still made his knees ache, and he went to pace by the window.

Cobra followed him with his gaze back and forth across the glass, though he looked more like half a man with bags under his eyes and no Vivi by his side, flanked by a few trusted suits with gilded fountain pens and litigation at the ready. “I want to say that I have no more intention to protest this acquisition. But firstly, we must speak clearly about what will happen to my employees.”

They will survive. If they are strong enough. Just as I did, thought Crocodile.

“If that’s your only grievance, we could have saved you a week of futile struggling,” Doflamingo said as he received a copy of the contract from the suit at his side.

It’s fair.

“I can confidently say there is nothing for you to worry about.”

Isn’t it?

“Let’s go through the contract together, and sign as we go. Gentleman, if I could direct your attention to—”

“Wait a moment.”

Crocodile froze. It hadn’t been his voice that spoke, stealing the words from his lips, but who could possibly—

“Koza?” Cobra gasped, then pushed his chair out to greet him.

“Don’t get up, please.” The young man placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. “I understand I’m a little late, but let’s not open those contracts just yet.”

“This is a closed meeting, kid, you can’t be here,” said Doflamingo, pointing.

“As majority shareholders, we have the right to speak,” said Vivi from the doorway, arms loaded with folders to be passed around the table.

Doflamingo’s scolding quieted, and his finger drew back into his fist. Between his suddenly chapped lips, the last threads of his patience stitched themselves into a thin, crooked smile. “Quickly then.”

“Inside these folders are letters both from our investors and several of our suppliers. You’ll find signed contract renewals from those who could respond on such short notice, and the rest provided faxed promissory notes, all notarized,” Vivi said.

Cobra scanned the papers in his hand. Beyond their sudden tremor, he knew the prickle behind his eyes must be relief. “Who convinced them? You did this, Koza?”

“I had a little help,” he smirked at Vivi across the table. “She made her fair share of calls, as well our new consultant: Mr. Faustina. You remember him, don’t you?”

The papers in Doflamingo’s fist wrinkled, his eye beginning to twitch behind his sunglasses.

“My father…” Koza began. “Was Cobra’s first employee, when all he had was an idea, and a salary of gratitude. I went to that first factory just one time, as a boy. One of the machines malfunctioned, this worker he—lost his arm. It wasn’t until I was much older I learned my father had asked Cobra to continue to pay him his salary for the rest of life. He said ‘I have wealth so everyone I meet can also prosper’… I’m sorry, Sir Crocodile, but we won’t be signing your contracts today.”

“Is that so?” He said finally, too softly and around a stubborn breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding.

“That’s all very heartwarming, really,” Doflamingo interjected. “But at this point, it’s too late.”

“It’s not, actually,” Crocodile shot back. “Mr. Koza, my company has always pursued our most lucrative interests, and… I have no intention to intercept the figures you’ve presented here.”

“Sorry for all the trouble we’ve caused.” Koza answered his smirk.

“No, you’re not,” Crocodile smirked back.

Rather than give either of the kids the satisfaction of seeing him so proud, he turned to the window. Pretending to be engrossed in the folder, he ran his thumb over a series of names. A complete list of all the current shareholders, where at the bottom of the first page, between Fairhaven and Favreau, was “Faustina, R. J. – 1 share”.

“Oh. And Sir Crocodile,” said Vivi. “There is one more thing we’d like to discuss with you. Privately, if you’re able.”

Chapter 14

[letmeoutofthebasementt]

I wondered if you ever found out or wanted to find out who your fs is? personally im fine being single more so used to it than anything else. But its quite interesting to say the least... im torn between wanting to know this person but not caring bc like it not the end of the world and well the world might end one day anyway by societies own doing. I found out theyre an athlete... sadly not for the sport I prefer so I have to be a mf wag, a WAG. No, I reject this not because secretly I wouldnt like them idk them but I dont wanna be a WAG. Im not ever going to want to be a beckham. I swear im the most mf average being there is so I hope we dont end up in the same environment one day. Why did jesus have to do me dirty like this?

First school was literal hell and now adult life feels like hell continued itself then my fs is someone famous and idk how anyone normal supposed to fit into wealthy lifestyles like ehhh but idk if its worth it in the long run? relatinships and all that? my uncle cheated on his first wife three times and that deeply affected my views of romance and well it not something I genuinely longed for same with material items I rather just exist peacefully. if your fs was an actual idol or some other famous person would you sacrifice or risk it all to not have privacy and peace for them?

I’ve asked some things about my FS. They definitely seem like my type for better or for worse, and my FS is a celebrity who likes to spoil me. So all of a sudden if I’m posting all day because I have no responsibilities anymore…You know why.

Though I also agree with you on a lot of things. It’s like, something I want to know but also can’t be bothered to care 100% about. My FS is most definitely out of my league from my readings and the readings people have done for me.

Famous, attractive, intelligent, loves spoiling me, and extremely talented? Sounds like a scam, I dunno. Even if my FS clearly has many flaws. All of those flaws are in fact things I find the idea of to be questionably attractive.

But hey, in the future we can be the mildly questionable spouses of celebs together

I think if I loved them enough I’d be able to deal with it all, though. And if the fans are crazy just more of a reason to stay inside and be the recluse I already am because frankly people are insane nowadays and I’ll be damned if I get got on the street.

But yeah, I relate to you on a spiritual level. Though for me, love is more…Its interesting in other people’s lives, but in mine it’s more so…Something I can hyperfixate on and a springboard for like fantasies for me to think up of the perfect relationship n shit and not something I can see myself ever in. Not like I haven’t had multiple relationships, but those were…Interesting. Though I loved a few of my partners.

But I still get why you don’t believe in love.

We can be under qualified celeb spouses together though so at least that’s smth

[charliethomascoxuniverse]

Ugh THIS. 

She is seriously playing a dangerous game with Michael’s life. 😬 

She’s wagering that the prospect of 90 mil will keep the Batuk family at bay for four months, time that she and the Kinsellas can use to figure something else out. Because she’s surely not dumb enough to think that the Batuk family isn’t capable of taking the money and then still being out for Michael’s head anyway. 

They have a massive advantage on the Kinsellas in terms of power and money already, and bleeding themselves of 90 mil will only further weaken the Kinsellas’s power base over time. Yep, the whole situation’s one big nail-biter - we can only wait and see what will happen.😬

(Things between Amanda and Eric are already tip-of-the-iceberg tense, and Bren’s not going to be bloody well pleased about anything that’s been happening since Jamie’s death. Heck, even before that. If Frank had been able to keep Eric in check in the first place, he wouldn’t have gone out and started this whole mess.

If there’s to be a fissure in the family, Michael and Jimmy’s loyalty will obviously be to Amanda. She’s already got Frank and Eric on her bad side, and no doubt Bren, too. I can’t imagine Birdy will be well pleased about her having usurped the power in the family either, but she still loves Michael and Jimmy so she’ll be the one in middle of all this. 

Aaaahh, waiting two months to see all this dysfunctional family drama unfold is going to be so hard!!! T_T I’ve totally been spoiled by Nexflix just dropping whole seasons at once. lol)

(Also, this isn’t even the first time Amanda’s played fast and loose with the Kinsellas’s affairs. I don’t think Michael was wrong to be angry with her that time in the car after he was nearly shot when he went to meet Anna at the cafe. Yeah, I get that she was afraid for Anthony’s life, but the moment she suspected they had a mole she should have told someone. 

A whole 24 hours of leaving everyone else out of the loop just left them all open to greater danger, by her own choice, because (as usual) she presumed she knew better than anyone else. (And let’s be honest, she usually does. LOL) But it’s the principle of the thing. Not telling the hot-heads in the family that she suspected Kem was a mole was a perfectly reasonable thing to do - after all, as she said, Kem wasn’t worth anyone in the family going to prison for. But why didn’t she at least tell Michael???

Michael’s the least hot-headed of any of the men in the family - even when he was furious about Anna’s attempted abduction, when Jimmy demanded know why he wasn’t doing anything about it, and wasn’t he angry? Michael answered that of course he was, but he was waiting until he wasn’t angry anymore before deciding what to do. So yeah, cooler heads would’ve prevailed had Amanda told Michael what was going on. She ought to have put her trust in him. 

As I said, it’s the principle of the thing. The Kinsellas are at their strongest when they’re united. One person taking it upon themselves to unilaterally make decisions that affect the whole (when they’re not even in the position of leadership to be making those decisions in the first place) only weakens them in the long run by sowing discord...which is what we’re already seeing the beginning of in S2. 

That said, the women are pretty much the brains in the Kinsella family. lol Frank has shown himself to be too weak to run the show, and Bren is much like Eamon Cunningham in that he rules by ruthlessness first and foremost. Jimmy’s a follower by nature, not a leader. Michael is pretty self-possessed and he commands respect across the board, both within and without the family, but we all know he doesn’t want the job. And Eric is...Eric. xd They need someone with a cool head for business and a deft hand at manipulation, who isn’t afraid of exercising measured ruthlessness when called for. 

That’s definitely Amanda. Or Birdy. Between Frank, Bren, and Birdy, I’d definitely vote for Birdy. And she commands more respect and affection in the family as a whole. She could bring unity to them far more easily than Amanda ever could. Not to mention she has a far defter hand at emotional manipulation as well. lol The person who’s really getting their position most usurped by Amanda in the family is Birdy, I swear. I hate feeling like I have to choose between two queens. lol Just get it together and unify your strengths please, ladies. <3 )

So when are we going to talk about the fact that amanda went behind everyone's back to meet the daughter of the Batuk family and not only did she offer an extra 20 mil - even though they would have a lot of trouble paying 70 mil already - but she later lied and said that they agreed to take the bounty off of Michael's head when in fact no such thing happened??

Batuk literally emphasized this with several statements!! She said "he will not be part of any deal" and that her father would rather have her "go home empty handed" than spare Michael. When amanda tries to play the tough card saying that Michael is good at getting away, she even shrugs it off by saying "we only need to be successful once"

Amanda even threatens that if they kill Michael, they will not pay off anything (surely to result in another gang war) and yet... the Batuk family NEVER AGREED to actually sparing Michael and then she went and basically told just that to everyone??

So Birdy's now off picking up Michael like all's fine and dandy???

Also, I'm sorry, but Birdy KNEW Eamon and yet believes that Eamon lied about not wanting a specific Kinsella and as much as an idiot Eric is, at least he sees through her bullshit. All I can honestly hope for is Bren getting out of prison and tearing this whole family a new one...

[moemoemammon]

Ok. I need to get this idea out to someone. Solomon and mc are messing with potions for class and he accidentally gives mc a “youth” potion that makes you look younger. It turns mc into like a 4 year old for like a couple of days. What do you think would be the demon brothers (any) reaction to babysitting their master? What would they do? Idk i think it would be a little funny.

You’ve Gotta Be KIDding me, MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

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Lucifer

He'll be exchanging words with that sorcerer bastard later. You can bet on that.

Lucifer doesn't take kindly to the idea of MC having run ins with magic in general, but at least this seems to be on the tamer side of the magical spectrum. And he had to admit, it's sort of amusing.

He intentionally watches you try to handle things on your own. Be it reaching for things too high up, stubbornly carrying things too heavy for your tiny arms, or making messes when you try to tidy up, Lucifer waits patiently until you ask for help (or until he can't take it anymore).

Treats you like he always does, despite your size. He doesn't talk to you like a child, or try to force toys and nap times onto you, but may or may not tease you when it's only the two of you. After all, you may look like a child, but that doesn't mean you are one. It's still funny to harass you a little, though.

"As independent as you may be, please refrain from trying to climb up onto the counter. If you need something, ask one of my brothers, or myself. If that isn't obvious enough, perhaps a 'time-out' is in order?"

Mammon

When Mammon recovers from laughing for twenty minutes, (and also making threats on Solomon's life) he then decides to take a billion pictures of you. Now calls you 'munchkin' and variations of it.

And if you thought he was clingy before, just wait till you see how he is now. You're ACTUALLY helpless and vulnerable. I mean, you'd hardly make an appetizer for a random demon! So Mammon's gotta keep an eye on you. Maybe even a toddler leash-

Unintentionally treats you like an actual child. His older brother mode kicks in, and he finds himself taking care of you as naturally as breathing. Mammon? Being responsible?? It's more likely than you think.

He hands you a cup of juice before you can say 'I'm thirsty'. He'll slide over some sliced up fruits before your stomach has a chance to growl. You're tired? No kidding. That's why he's got a blanket and pillow on the sofa for you.

"Where do ya think you're goin', short stack? Nowhere without ME, that's where! I already told ya, if there's somethin' ya need, just tell me!" "Huh? I'm spoilin' ya too much? S-so what if I am?!"

Levi

Solomon came in with a child in tow that looked a hell of a lot like MC, and this man nearly had a heart attack. There's no way... did those two have a secret love child?! Th-that's just-!! Oh, it's only MC.

WAIT A MINUTE...TH-THIS IS....! ISNT THIS JUST LIKE 'DETECTIVE C*NAN'? Uwaaah... Just look at you! You're still just as smart as before, but you've become super small! Talk about the ultimate gap moe!!!

Levi isn't a big fan of the idea of tiny, sticky hands touching his things, so he's glad you've still got your normal brainpower. That being said, he finds himself talking to you normally. Maybe even easier than before!

It kinda throws him off that you guys can't do the things you'd normally do together. Your fingers don't have their usual dexterity so playing games is a challenge, and your attention span is a little shorter so these TSL marathons are killing you. But have no fear, Levi knows a ton of other things you could do together! He won't let something like this spoil his time with his dear Henry!

"If you can't use the controller, let's try something that doesn't need one! I've got a new Ruri Hana VR game with REAL motion and voice tracking! If you say the spells out loud, you'll cast them in game! Ah, and it auto-adjusts to the player's height, so there's nothing to worry about!"

Satan

HES DOING HIS BEST NOT TO LAUGH. SATAN WILL HANDLE THIS WITH POISE AND GRACE, BUT MAN....

Watching you struggle to enter the House of Lamentation in your oversized RAD uniform nearly sent him to the stratosphere. He inhaled tea when you almost tripped over your blazer and had to get a couple of slaps on the back from Asmo.

Does his best to find a cure for your 'little' problem, but the most that can be done is waiting it out. In the meantime, would you like him to read you a story? Large books are probably difficult on your tiny hands.

Constantly catches himself treating you like a tot. He's not trying to, but he can't help himself when he sees your round eyes staring up at him, or when he watches you try to climb up onto an armchair.

"Up we go- There. It must be hard for you, having to climb up into the chairs like that. I've got a stool if you'd like to use it? Though, I don't mind if you sit on my lap, too." "Hm? I'm embarrassing you? I-I didn't realize how overzealous I was being. Ehem...."

Asmo

Oh that Solomon and his silly spells and potions, always making trouble! It's just one of his many charm points! And seeing as there are no permanent consequences from this harmless mishap, Asmo's enjoying it to the fullest.

Can you blame him? You're SOOOO cute~! So tiny and adorable! Why would've know that was possible?? Look this way, MC! He wants to take some pictures of you! Lowkey uses you as a photo op prop

He used to work part time at a daycare, you know? Asmo's great with kids! But that also means he's treating you like one. There's personalized snacks, cute little nicknames, and he's already gone and bought you a week's worth of clothes. Nobody tell him it'll only last a day-

He can be a little annoying with the baby talk and all the little activities he's planned for you, but you can tell he's enjoying himself.

"MC, look~! I've got plenty of ribbons to decorate your hair with! I'll let you choose your favorites, and then we can set out in town!" "Hm? Where are we going? To the playground, silly! You must be dying for a play date after being stuck in this dreary house all day, right?"

Beel

He was kinda teetering between whether or not he should throw Solomon across the yard like a football when he saw him carrying a teeny MC, but all was forgiven when he learned it was an accident.

Has now designated himself the permanent MC carrier. Your feet will never touch the ground so long as you're a child. And it's no problem for the likes of Beel, when you're as light as a feather! That makes him a little more conscious about being careful with you though-

Be it piggybacking or carrying you in his arms, he hasn't released you since he's spotted you. And don't think he's forgotten about feeding you. Beel's also taken your meal prep upon himself. You'll prefer things that've easy to eat, right? Though it kills gum to give you smaller portions than usual.... it feels cruel...

Somewhere between babying you and treating you as usual. He speaks normally to you as he always does, but prioritizes your needs over everything else. He wants to make sure you're well taken care of until this potion wears off.

"You're sure you've had enough to eat? I know I gave you a snack earlier, but... to think you really can't eat as much as before.. I'll talk to Solomon again. It must be torture to have such a tiny stomach, I'll do my best to get you back to normal."

Belphie

There's obvious opportunity here, and Belphegor won't let it go to waste. (No not for murder)

He's getting a kick about your new mini mode. How's the weather down there? Do you need him to pick you up so you can reach the high shelves? Don't worry, he'll get you a sippy cup.

When the teasing has settled down, he pays attention to a more pressing matter: you're now the perfect side for cuddling. You're a living hot water bottle, not too big, not too small, tiny and soft and adorable. Er, he won't mention that last part though.

Anyway, Belphie thinks a little kid like you should go on and take a nap now. It's exhausting having such short legs and wandering around the house all day, right? He gets it. You look tired and he knows the solution.

"Ah, you're just as cozy as I thought you'd be... Though, it feels kind of weird holding you like this. It's like holding a stuffed animal, but you're not nearly as cute." "Pfft, what's that face for? Sorry, sorry, I was only teasing."

[bibblelevi]

Professor! Levi Ackerman x fem! Reader

Warnings for BDSM themes, dominant Levi, punishment, edgeplay and orgasm denial, impact play (spanking), restraints, humiliation, crying, degradation, mention of pet play and anal play

>> What are you doing right now?

> Going to get my nails done. Why? Can’t rub one out yourself?

A few minutes pass, but when you look back down at your phone, you have a notification that $70 has been sent to your account. Another text message appears a couple seconds after that.

>> Get a French.

>> Send me your location when you get there. I’m picking you up.

>> And wear those pink panties I bought you.

You were about to leave, but with a soft click of your tongue, you return to your room and search your drawer for the lace baby pink thong Levi bought you as part of a set not too long ago. He never said anything about the top, but you decide to dress yourself in the sheer and frilly babydoll before redressing with your clothes and walking out the door, a heat already blooming below.

> Done. I’m not taking your money though. You’re not my sugar daddy, or my fucking boyfriend

>> Insolent girl

>> If you don’t use it all, you’re getting your ass beat. Choice is still yours. 

-

You don’t use the money, even if a small part of you wanted to, or held onto the gesture and milked it for all it was worth.

Levi should know by now what a masochist you are anyway. But you think he’s well aware of the fact when he dips his fingers under your panties and glides his fingers through your slit.

He shows you your arousal, leaving the soaked gusset bunched against your clit and folds. “All from a few spanks, huh? Should’ve just done what you were told.”

You pry at your wrists bound between your shoulder blades to no avail, not necessarily expecting the leather restraints to give so easily. They’re chained to the matching leather collar wrapped around your neck, so anytime you pull, a tug is incited over the front of your throat that reminds you of his fist squeezing.

Your ass swelters from the impact of his strokes, sometimes switching back and forth over each cheek, other times focusing on a specific area.

When he’s finished, you’re ordered to kneel, and your wrists are brought around to your front, the chain reattached to the front of the collar instead of the back. You can barely reach your panties.

Levi reclines on the couch, crossing one knee over the other. He’s clad in a white dress shirt, slightly disheveled from all your squirming while he spanked you, and a pair of black trousers which cling to him tightly where his cock strains. You know he just came home from a lecture. Maybe his students were misbehaving—you can see in his eyes that he’s fed up with the day.

But you just couldn’t bring yourself to use his money. The gesture is something a boyfriend would do, and as much as you want nothing more, you can’t give into those empty promises. You can’t let him spoil you. You can only let him fuck you as detached as humanly possible, otherwise you won’t be able to do this anymore without feeling sick to your stomach afterwards.

“I’m not going to make you cum,” he says after a second of deep contemplation. He leans his head to one side and taps his fingers over his knee. “You can do it your fucking self, can’t you?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Good. Now rub your clit. Show me the pretty nails you got today,” he says cooly.

Suddenly you feel like a fool. Levi didn’t want to pay for your nails to act like a boyfriend, but because he wanted you to touch yourself with a specific color. Because he likes the neatness and the simple beauty of a freshly manicured, soft-looking hand. The humiliation burns on your face.

You begin, spreading your legs and pushing your panties to the side before running your fingers through your slit then over your clit. You’re sopping wet, your folds making lewd squelching noises as you mess them together.

“On your back, slut. Nothing goes inside.” He sighs deeply once more, like he’s content and enjoying himself, but also disappointed that the circumstances are different because you misbehaved. “Wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself.”

You murmur out a meek “Yes, sir,” before laying on your back and bending your legs to your chest. You spread them, exposing your cunt, your chin jutting into the air. Your head feels foggy from the pleasure, even if it’s not his fingers bringing you to such a high, but rather his gaze.

“See now why I paid you to get the French, sweetheart? Hm?”

“Yes, sir. You wanted to watch me play with myself with my new nails.”

“Mm-hm. I think next time, we’re going to work on that pride of yours. I don’t believe you should be sitting on such a high horse when you get all wet and achy from a couple of spanks. Don’t you agree?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I’m wondering what I’ll buy you with that money now? How about some beads to stuff your ass with? Or should I turn you into a dog considering how much time you spend on your knees already?”

You’re getting closer, and all it takes is him musing to you in a low, nonchalant voice about what he’s going to do to you—in explicit detail. Your cunt is gushing now.

“Sir, can I cum?”

He laughs through his nose. “God, fuck no you can’t. Spank your pussy if you have to, but don’t you dare cum without permission from your master.”

Your eyes full with frustrated tears. “Y-yes, Professor. I’ll be good.”

“Good. That’s what I like to hear. Now keep edging for me, sweetheart.”