#i once again have no idea if i tagged this right

[lunebulous]

Playing with your body in non-sexual ways

A.N: This is my first time writing fanfiction. Any feedback is very much appreciated. I hope you enjoy! I have no idea what tags to put here so, just trust me bro. cw: thigh worshipping (zayne), plus-size reader (rafayel).

Xavier

There wouldn’t be a lot of occasions where his caresses would be in a non sexual way - that's why he's known to be a wolf in sheep's clothing. But don't get me wrong, being sexual does not equal condescending or rough. Not for him. - well, sometimes. - It's just that if he focuses too long on your face when you’re sleeping soundly, or when you're admiring the lantern lights at another festival, he gets this sensation that he should own you once more, just to be sure you're his. 

So when he kisses, it's only to leave you wanting more of him.  So when he caresses your body, it's only to let himself know he's the one making your skin get goosebumps.  So when he embraces all of you in a tight hug, it’s only to feel like you’re finally real this time.  And when all of these inevitably turn into that feeling of ownership again, he frowns internally. Initially, he wishes that he was different and that he wouldn’t feel like this everytime he stops to think about you; But it's just so much love that it overflows from his heart, dripping right into the lowest part of his torso. When he realizes, he’s slowly kissing you against the wall again. He can’t help it, he's naturally drawn to you like a magnet. And that feeling gives place to a necessity, a craving that hurts so deliciously he gives up on being different. So when you gasp for air and tug at his hair to breathe a little, he just can’t understand why. Or how can you do this to him. He wants more. And more. And more. He needs it so bad he can’t help but pin your hands to the wall so he can kiss you longer, raveling in the way you squirm under him. After all, just because he can't help it, doesn't mean he's not enjoying every second of the fruits of his own possessiveness.

So he caresses you all the time - the problem is that it often turns into a primal need to own and to explore each cute face - each little sound - you make for him. He feels like a victim to his own desires. Poooor Xavier… (irony included).

Rafayel

Rafayel is completely enamoured by your hands, making sure to always kiss them whenever he gets the chance. When he doesn’t, he’s more than expected to caress them while you wait for food in a nice restaurant, or when you’re walking on the shore with him. He is the king of intertwining your hands all the time - never letting go even if for brief moments. He says his bodyguard should be aware of where he is at all times, and when you replied that having one of your hands busy would actually get in the way if danger arrives, he puffed his chest, saying something along the lines of “i’m lucky I have the best bodyguard that can fight 10 men with only one hand then!”. You sighed, giggling because of him. “You’re not actually expecting me to fight with 10 men without letting go of your hand, right?” “Well, I'm pretty sure that was on your job description when I hired you.”  “No it wasn’t.” “Now it is.”  --- He also kisses and grabs your stomach and love handles all the time, especially when lying down, like now. There were some times when it made you feel a little bit insecure, but he always buried his face on it with a big smile, hugging your waist. When you voiced your insecurity to him for the first time, he simply said: “Well, I never saw a painting of any muse that didn’t have enough body for me to drown in it. - he stares up at you intently, before looking at your stomach again. - In fact, it is the only scenario where drowning would be possible for me. - Now he’s getting a hold of your love handles. - And actually, i'd love it. Thank you, my muse!” Right before nuzzling his face on your belly again, giggling. You blush furiously, caressing his purple locks, but he’s too busy to see it.

Zayne

Zayne would always need a bit of a push to touch you like he wants to - and you know that. He’s slowly coming out of his shell and being more confident when it comes to being intimate with you, getting over his irrational fear of hurting you again. The ‘push’ he got today was seeing you come home after brunch with your friends, wearing a dark and muted red lipstick, blended on your lips so perfectly it reminded him of a vintage doll. He made a note to himself to compliment you later when you had your attention on him - because you were busy taking off your shoes, your coat and yapping about some BIG gossip you just found out. He listens attentively, putting two and two together with you as you happily stride towards him. 

You sit beside him on the couch and hug his arm, leaning on his shoulder. He places his hand between your thighs, trying not to pay too much attention to it - a task quite hard for him, as you were wearing light brown stockings that made your oh-so-loved thighs look even more bite-deserving; But he tries to shake the thought away. 

It doesn’t take long before you’re well-invested in the documentary he is watching, but the position is getting quite uncomfortable now, so you crawl between his legs and rest your back against his chest, both of you laying down on the chaise part of the couch. First he stares at you, finding adorable how you don’t hesitate before making yourself comfortable with him. He lays a chaste kiss on the crown of your head, making you snuggle against him even more, getting it just right like two puzzle pieces. And he swears to himself he’s a good man. He is not going to turn this into something more just because your ass grinded against him innocently, no, no. Breathe, you touch-starved man! 

But the same man now is fighting for his life to NOT look at your thighs, the stockings making them look so shiny for him, he couldn't help himself but imagine the shadows his fingers pressing onto your skin would look like. He imagined you in not-so-innocent lightings more than he’d ever admit, and as his thoughts stray away, he doesn’t notice how he’s been caressing your chest and collarbones for some time now, lightly using his fingertips to circle around your skin, as if memorizing each part of it. Then he's slowly directing his way to your neck, with four fingers on one side and his thumb on the other, going up and down with featherly touches as his eyes are glued to your legs, completely blank, admiring each curve going from the arch of your feet to your calves, and then to your thighs, stopping at the start of your tight skirt. Now he’s gripping your neck - just lightly pressing on it, your airflow is completely free. (for now). You can’t help but wonder what’s going on inside his mind, lying to yourself that feeling his firm hand around your neck is not making you want to rub your legs together, but you're already doing it a bit, discreetly, not knowing you’re being very thoroughly watched. As he’s breathing deeper to try to not get excited, you feel his hand slowly letting go of your neck and you whine inwardly at it. But then his hands hesitantly go higher, his slender fingers sliding across your chin to play with your lips as he remembered to compliment you. He opens his mouth to do it, but being so lost in thought he just stops. Staring at your legs with an empty gaze, completely out of it. God, they’d look so good around his cock. Fuck.  You look up, a bit surprised with his actions, slowly tilting your head to the side, looking at him. - the movement makes him get out of his trance, suddenly confused as to how his fingers got to your lips - but as if reading his mind, you part them, waiting. And then he gets it. The key to making himself touch you like he wants to is just to - not think. It makes sense, it's a part of him he never let himself explore. He then lets himself do what he wants, sliding his middle and index finger on your tongue, experimenting. As you close your lips around them, looking at him so puppy-eyed, he can't help but smirk as realizing he could get used to this very quickly. You start feeling him growing against your ass now.

He presses down on your tongue, smiling. “You look so beautiful wearing this color, love.”

So, Zayne doesn’t play with any part of your body - because as soon as he does it, he gets a problem under his trousers. And now that he knows how to let go of control, - you got one too.

Sylus

Sylus wouldn’t be the type of man to touch you without being full-on intentional with it. The same amount of hate he has towards ‘quickies’, he has for the idea of touching your most sensitive parts without being completely devoted to them. So when playing with you, it is usually filled with admiration and love, silently appreciating your presence by his side. That’s why you often find him mindlessly braiding your hair as you lay your head on his lap to watch a movie, or how he gently runs his fingernails - once claws - on your calf under the table when he’s discussing his next moves with the twins. Yeah, sometimes his hands wander a little bit higher, a little bit firmer, but always looking at you to watch your reaction; as if to just - test the waters, tease you to see your ears turn red.. or warm you up for what’s coming next.

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who’d believe? | dean winchester

summary. dean finds you six years after you ‘died’. tags. wc 2.3k, car sex (just fingering), angst, mentions soulless sam. lailas notes. this is for my ‘stuck on you’ by meiko square for @jacklesversebingo + actually got inspired by @little-diable ‘s not a ghost fic. so so beautiful and i think everyone should go read it! ++ for my 500 celebration, so happy i got to it so quickly && the title is the translation of the song title. and most importantly, beta’d by the incredible @copperboom82 who made it much more readable and enjoyable.

You were never really a bar type of person, mostly because of the loud noise and smell, other than that, you liked a good party. But you decided you needed to celebrate getting your dream job, or, okay, whatever, your friend is forcing you to. 

"I'm not taking no for an answer," she said, handed you your outfit and went outside to get the car started, not even giving you time to reject the idea. Though the second you stepped foot in the lively place, you were glad you came.

The drinks and music were exactly what you needed; a nice night out with no responsibilities. And especially no men (at least none like those you work with, you're honestly over them). 

An hour into dancing with your friend, two more strangers join you. When the last song ends and another less 'pop' and more 'rock' one starts, they suggest going out to smoke for a second. Despite not once in your life trying it, you agree. 

You should really work on saying no.

Thankfully you're sensible enough to refuse when they try to hand you one, just standing next to them, linking your arm with your friend's. "Where do you work?" You ask one of the girls. She has shorter red hair that almost reaches her shoulders, black eyeliner and a septum piercing. In other words? Fucking sexy.

"Police." Your eyes widen and you stand up straighter. "Oh, stop it! You're fine."

You laugh but shake your head, "No, no, that's not what I meant, you're just so— cute, I guess. Wouldn't have taken you for the assertive cop type."

"Yeah, well," she shrugs, dismissing the thought. It's obvious she gets it a lot. "Saw the hottest guys today, by the way—"

Her friend interrupts, beautiful brown pin-straight hair, pale skin, a gorgeous smile; "God, he was pretty. And his brother too…”

"Oh yeah. Agent something and Agent whatever, I don't remember, I was too busy looking through the shorter one’s shirt." You all laugh, a sway in your demeanor. You're pretty sure it's the alcohol that's got them saying all this but it's funny either way. 

"Yeah, he was amazing. Like, those green eyes, honestly—" Your smile drops fast. Green eyes had always been somewhat of a trigger for you ever since Dean, especially that specific beautiful shade. Then again honestly everything's been a trigger: hunting, black cars, vintage cars, food, pie— you could go on.

"Oh and the way he walks? The little outward bounce of his leg, so cute!"

You shift, a little uncomfortable. How many guys do you know with bow legs, green eyes and are cops? They're probably not allowed to tell you he's FBI. 

The red-haired girl touches your arm making you jump. "Shit, you okay, honey? You seemed out of it."

"Oh, no, I'm sorry, just reminded me of someone. Old…" Dean. 

There he is. Alive and in the flesh. You don't become a hunter and not hear about the Winchesters, you, on the other hand, fly under the radar. Especially since you try to stay away from any and all hunters.

But you heard nothing of how gorgeous he has grown up.

The girls catch your drift mid-sentence and look back to see what you're staring at. A dumb-struck Dean. "Oh! Agent…" Her friend elbows her stomach and Dean doesn’t peel his eyes off of you to speak.

"Right, yes. Hi, Officer." 

She blushes under the dim light but Dean apologizes before breezing past them and holding your arm roughly to drag you away behind the bar. Your friend makes sure to motion to you if you need help before you let her know she should just get back inside. It’s pretty damn obvious you know the guy.

"Are you fucking serious?"

You let out a shy smile, "Dean, hey, how are you?"

"'How are you?'" He mocks, letting go of your arm aggressively, "'how are you?'"

"Is that not what they say anymore?"

"Are you serious?" He seems to enjoy repeating sentences much more than when you last saw him. "I looked for you, I mourned you." You mourned him too, in a way. 

You and Dean were acquaintances, occasionally hunting together until you stayed at Bobby's place for a week and he came to visit coincidentally. You both started talking more that night, exchanged phone numbers and became somewhat friends. 

Sam left for Stanford and you guys stayed together more frequently. Sam came back and you 'died'. Not on purpose, obviously, but Dean thought you died. You did, for a second, before you were brought back for some twisted, fucked up reason. Not that you knew it but if you did you're sure it would be fucked up.

By the time you woke up Sam and Dean had been long gone and your body had been buried. Didn’t burn your bones like he should’ve, no. He buried you. You're not sure which is worse.

"Look, I don't know what happened—"

"What does that even mean? You magically come back to life; you fucking call me! Ever thought of that?" A thousand times. 

But Sam had finally decided to come back and hunt with Dean, Dean buried you, and so, you'd reasoned he was fine. You knew that if you were Sam, your body would've been preserved in the Impala for months before he'd ever allow himself to do that, to put you six feet under. The fact that he didn’t hold on to you had to mean he was okay.

But neither of you deserve more guilt. "I'm sorry, Dean."

"That's really rich. Real rich comin' from you. Grieved you for goddamn years. Six." Huh, that's a lot longer than you’d have thought. You were sure it would be six minutes. You knew he cared about you, but Deans also a 'what's done is done' kind of man.

"I'm—"

"If you apologize, I'll kill you. Again." You're about to crack a joke but his glare sets you off. Oookay, tough crowd, whatever. 

"I wanted to call, I swear I did," how do you explain to the king of 'I don't deserve good' that you don't deserve him. He'll think it's a cruel joke. "I didn't know if you'd want me to reach out, I thought you were moving on with Sammy, okay? Going on with finding John. Me calling wouldn't have made a difference."

He scoffs, shaking his head. "I went to hell." You bite your bottom lip between your teeth. He sighs, a mix of emotions on his face. "You knew?" Your nod makes him turn around in anger (disappointment? hurt?), kicking the cardboard box as far as it'll go, another plastic one breaks and you flinch at that one. 

In your defense, everyone knows.

"I couldn't do that to you and Sam, you moved on, Dean, I heard about you and Lisa and Ben—"

"Where the hell did you hear that?" Hunters talk. And he knows it. He turns around in an angry haze. "I didn't fuckin' move on, alright? I did what Sam wanted me to do when I didn't have you. Because my goddamn brother was in a cage with Lucifer, and now he's walking around without a soul!" He raises his voice until it gives out and so does his breath. You can't help the way your heart clenches, not even because of the words, but the tired look behind Dean's eyes. 

Subconsciously, you move forward until you can hug him, and like he always used to: Dean throws himself into it, his head in your neck as he breathes you in. "I missed you." He whispers. 

You don't believe how easily he's adjusted to this. If you were in his place you wouldn't hesitate to kill him, thinking he's a demon or a shifter.

He chuckles, his whole body rubbing against you. "Haven't hugged anyone like this in— ever. Was waiting for you." 

He's never been safe, always made everyone else feel protected, you could only hope you built a safe place within yourself for him. You're at least close.

"I missed you too, De. Every single day, I swear."

You don't know what about the sentence sparks anything in him, but it does. He pulls away to smirk and push you against the hard wall. You gasp, doing nothing but turning him on more and giving him an entrance to your mouth. 

He kisses you like he's lost his mind. He has.

His touch is electric as he pulls you closer, the heat of his body searing your skin, the raw intensity of desire saying more than words ever could. The kiss evolves, turning feral, almost carnal. He holds you, firm but tender, and rediscovers your mouth like a starving man. He is, he hasn't tasted you in… ever. 

This is your first kiss with Dean, but the explosive chemistry between you makes the blood scream in your ears. It was never a secret that you and Dean were more than just hunters to each other, and it seems you dying was his last straw. 

"We— Dean, can't here—" 

He agrees. Or he doesn't. He's still kissing you and you're not sure if either of you are breathing. 

Eventually he lets go. "Yeah," he whispers against your lips, moving for another kiss, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, leaving a peck and panting out, "right." 

"'M sorry." God, why are you apologizing? Why are your bodies so far away?

He shakes his head, moves away (even if it looks like he's struggling to do so), "it's fine, what— you were here with friends? Are you staying?"

"Are you asking me to not stay?" 

He smiles, leans down for another kiss and you decide to say goodbye to your friends now or else you're never getting the chance. 

"De, someone can see—"

"Don't overthink it." He says, burying his head between your breasts, kissing, biting, licking and loving all the noises you're making. He groans into your skin, nipping at a particularly sensitive spot that has you moaning out loud. "God, sweetheart, love that sound."

He moves his hands to your waist, thrusts his hips once, checking your reaction. A little tremor passes through you. Eyes hood over. 

"Can't believe you're here, and all for me." 

"Yes," you breathe, resting your forehead against Dean's, overwhelmed by his words and how close his hand is to your inner thigh. "Please."

"If I slide my hand up your skirt, will I find you dripping wet for me?" Another shudder shakes you gently. 

"Yes."

When he grips your knee and your neck, closing your lips with a kiss while his other hand travels higher, you start feeling your pulse hammering in your ears. The windows start misting over, giving you privacy— not that you particularly believe Dean cares. 

Dean moves his seat back, then pushes you until your shoulder blades hit the steering wheel so you're more comfortable, your legs bent on either side of him, hands braced against the door and his chest. 

"Dreamed about this," He says, his voice low and husky. The way his eyes are raking over your body, you're not even sure you're supposed to hear him. "Thought about this everyday for six years, sweetheart. Now I get to have you." 

He glides one finger between your lips, sliding up and down slowly. “Such a pretty pussy,” he groans, eyes focused between your legs and you fall over, your head on his chest, before he pushes you back against the steering wheel, "nu-uh, wanna see it. Wanna see how wet you are for me, baby."

You have so much to say— a lot of apologies and 'I miss you's’ and so many more beautiful words and kisses and you want to tell Dean that you care about him as much as he does you and why you left—

He dips two fingers inside you. Curls them immediately, and just like that, he finds your most sensitive spot. 

You half pant, half moan, the words 'Dean, oh my god, please' a jumbled drowned-out mishmash because he starts torturing your clit, his thumb rubbing perfect circles, hard and fast, reducing your bones to liquid. But when you're right there, he eases away, lazily pumping two fingers in and out. 

He smiles, exhaling a content breath as his gaze zeroes between your thighs, ignoring your pleas. "Yeah? you wanna come, darlin’?" the pet name and the question both bring out a loud moan you didn’t know you were holding, your hips involuntarily moving against his fingers until he stops you. you’re about to whine again but he increases the pace, crooking his fingers inside you while his thumb rubs your clit, and that’s all it takes.

The orgasm rips through you, powerful, relentless, so intense you think you might just black out. You’ve never felt so boneless in someone's arms, until your head falls right into his chest as he works your pussy, the sensation easing off and then coming again like waves crashing against the shore.

Dean doesn't stop. His fingers are rough, his thumb still being put to good use, and the release lasts so long. So fucking long you think you have an out-of-body experience. 

It takes a minute until you're able to breathe anything but his cologne. When you can, you sit up slightly and move into the seat next to him, thankful for the lack of a console to separate you since you don't get very far, just lay your head on his chest. 

He kisses your head. You can even feel his smile against the kiss until you notice the bulge of his pants and frown. You quickly get up and Dean's entire face falls. "I'm sorry, I didn't think—" 

Dean grabs your wrist before it makes it halfway to his dick. "This isn't an exchange, sweetheart." Your entire body is like jelly, you can't move and you're pretty sure if you try sucking Dean off, you’ll pass out. But it feels… rude. "You're spent. I'll get you home so you can take a hot shower, and we'll pick this up again when you're ready. How about that?" 

You can't fucking believe your luck. Dean wants an 'again'. 

[sccrim]

CAMERA MAN !

warnings : ( unprotected pnv , degrading / praising , creampies , slapping , oral fem receiving , pornstar x drew , masturbation , sex tape , hair pulling , bondage , squirting )

you ask drew to help you film certain angles you couldn’t get right. drew agreeing just for it to end up in a way you didn’t really expect.

1.4k words. not proof read.

tags : @rissouu @dolliescries ( lmk if you want tags !! )

you and drew had been roommates for a while now. it wasn't weird that he was a man and you a woman. it was a mutual agreement that you guys both needed a place to stay. you didn't care if he brought girls home and he didn't care about men you brought. you actually glad you found him as your roommate. he was barley home and when he was— he was in his room.

you never implied that you were a pornstar but he did have the idea you were. he didn't care though. this was the same man who searched your name and jerked himself off to you. the ones he loved the most was when you would pleasure yourself coming to your high. your nipples piercing through your see through bra. the way your legs were opened so they had a better angle of seeing you cum. fuck maybe he did want to fuck the shit out of you and make sure you knew who he was.

drew was sitting on the couch scrolling through his phone when he heard your door open. "hey drew, i need a favor." you asked him. "yeah?" he questioned while seeing you in your robe. "can you help me film something really quickly. i can't get the angle right and i want this to be perfect." you softly smiled. you didn't want to ask him but you really wanted this to be good. this was how you were making money.

"yeah sure." he tried to act nonchalant but he knew what was up and he didn't mind at all. at least he got to see you touch yourself in real life then on video. "you probably already know but don't be so alarmed ok?" you closed your room door. "you're good y/n." he chuckled. "okay all i need is for you to film close ups and just whatever you think is good okay? i'll even pay you half of what i make for helping me." you took off your robe. drew eyed your whole body. the way your thong kissed your ass and lips. your red see through bra. "you're good. trust." of course he was fucking happy. he was gonna see you fuck yourself.

you put yourself on your bed and sat up against the headboard. drew nodded his head letting you know it pressed record. you began smiling at the camera and licked your fingers to get your pussy wet. you traveled down slowly while the camera following the trail. you began circling your clit. moaning softly. drew trying not to get hard. you grabbed your dildo and insert it. you moaned again causing drew to show the camera on your face.

you didn't know what was turning you on even more, drew staring at you, his hard ass dick or the feeling of your dildo. you turned your body around. now the camera sees your ass cheeks in the air. you insert the dildo once more causing you to hump it. god, drew wanted to fuck you bad. he wanted the camera to catch everything he did to you. your eyes meeting drew. you smiled and moaned at the same time knowing he was getting turned on. "wanna fuck me?" you finally spoke.

drew just looking at you, not knowing if you were talking to him or for the camera. "hm? wanna fuck the shit out of me." you bit your lip. "show them you can make me fucking cum all over your dick babe." fuck that just turned drew on even fucking more. he was ready and so were you. "turn over." he spoke. you turned your body once more. your body on the edge of the bed. you grabbed your boob causing drew to slap your hand out the way. you touching yourself as drew traveled his fingers across your body.

drew set the camera on your night stand for the perfect angle. he took his shirts off. his dick flopping against his abs. he spit on his hand and began stroking his dick. you couldn't wait for him to fuck the shit out of you. you wanted to see how good he felt. drew tapped his dick on your clit, you could feel the sensation of it causing you to soft moan. "how much you want me to fuck you?" he ask you as he rubbed his thumb on your clit. "really bad."

"sorry what? gotta speak up baby."

"please drew."

"so fucking wet for me. god, so beautiful laying here desperate for my fucking dick."

"be a good fucking slut and face down, ass up." drew turned you over so quick. you were even shocked but you couldn't wait to get pounded. "hands on your back." you listened and placed them behind your back. drew grabbing his belt and turning it into cuffs. "if you want to tap out let me know." he wants you to tap out. he wants to know that you can't take all of it.

drew just slams into you. "fuck." he moaned. "look at you, wet just for me. felt how easy going in was. turn your head to the camera." his fist around your hair making you face the camera. "show them how good i fuck you." your eyes rolling back. man he can fuck. "you feel so good ma." your pussy clinching around his cock. he grabbed your hips and kept thrusting into you. all you hear is your moans and his balls clapping against your ass checks.

"fuck baby, you look so beautiful taking this dick." drew slapped your ass. "i'm gonna cum—" he started to feel your body shake. "that's right, cum all over this dick." thrusting harder as your body came. "i'm not finish with you yet." drew took the belt off of your hands. you turned around and got on your knees. you began jerking him off before licking his thick tip. "be a good bitch and spit on it." he lifted your chin up. you spit on his dick before placing it in your mouth. "fuck, you feel so good."

he leaned his head back. still sucking, you grabbed his balls. all you can hear is drew moaning. he never felt this good before. you were still turned on. man this man was out of this world, you thought. "right there baby." he guided you. he made sure his dick was all in your mouth. the gagging, causing him to moan in pleasure.

"get up."

you followed his command. you laid on your back as he slammed into your throbbing pussy. he placed his hand on your neck, choking you softly— you smiling at him. "how will your fans feel knowing you rather get fucked by me then anyone else? hm?" he placed his thumb in your mouth. you sucking on it slowly causing him to fuck you even harder. "who's pussy is this?"

"yours."

"that's right, and it's gonna fucking stay like that. no one else is gonna fuck you."

man. drew starkey, the man you fucking are. "i'm gonna fucking cum." he moaned out still pounding you faster. "cum for me."

drew's body started to come to his high, his body twitching inside you. you could feel his cum shoot through you. drew trying to catch his breath. you lifted up a little bit with your elbow, touching your pussy, feeling his cum come out if you. drew watched you as you put his cum in your mouth. "such a dirty slut." he kissed you, placing his tongue in your mouth. "we're not finished." you looked at him in confusion. he got on his knees and put your legs over his shoulder.

"i want you to squirt in my mouth."

you laid back down when you felt his tongue on your clit. your hand gripping his hair as you began fucking his face. him moved his hand to grab your boob. this man made you feel things, you haven't felt. yeah you did collabs but it wasn't as amazing as this was. you tried to hold in longer because you loved the feeling of drew eating you out but your body began to shake. drew holding down your hands by your side as he kept the movement going.

"drew- im gonna—" you moaned out. you squirting all over him. you out of breath while drew smiled looking at you so weak. "you taste so good baby." he says leaning in kissing you. you both never thought this day would come that you guys would be doing this together or even kissing each other. but you weren't mad about it at all. you actually loved it. maybe deep down you guys both had feelings for each other.

drew grabbed the camera and stopped recording. he picked you up and put you in the shower. both of you guys showering together. "go on a date with me."

 sccrim — all rights reserved. please do not modify, repost , translate , or plagiarise my content.

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+ CHAPTER TWELVE // LIKE SOMEONE IN LOVE 

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Tags — reader believes she isn’t fit for love lol, short chapter again, can you tell I’m sick of writing this series, no smau  Words — 0.7k 

Deep in your soul, you always knew something about you was… wrong.

From the moment you were old enough to look in the mirror and see the hollowness of what stared back, you made a promise to cover it up. You smiled at people in the street, bounced around in your pretty pink skirts and your Mary Jane’s, desperate to fill that gaping hole inside by overflowing it with honey. You told everyone that your favourite holiday was Valentine’s Day, you scribbled messy hearts into the empty space in your worksheets, even when you felt as if you lacked one of your own. 

Some might say you were the love you yearned for, but nobody had any idea how difficult love came to you. It barely came at all. 

Your head whipped around just a little too fast to be casual when a voice broke through the whirlwind of thoughts in your mind. 

“You okay?” 

Toge’s voice was gentle, not pushy, but like a humble offering of a chance to respond. He tried to sound casual because he knew he didn’t have much of a right to question you, not after your recent misunderstanding, but the furrow in his brows told you enough. Toge always cared, maybe even too much. He cared about everyone, but he always had a special sort of concern for you. Why? He couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, but it surely had to do with the warmth in his chest every time you were near. 

You nodded. “Mhm.. yeah, sorry. I just zoned out.” 

He mirrored your action, though unconvinced. It gnawed at him inside, every passing second a chance for the grimness to consume him. He turned his gaze back to the movie in front of you, trying to pay at least an ounce of attention to the plot, but your inner monologue radiated from you and loomed over him like a shadow. 

He glanced at you again, suddenly feeling nervous. His hands twitched and ached to reach out to you, but he had to hold them back. Not yet. He wasn’t deserving of that yet. He still had to win back your trust, to crack away at the boulder chained to him by the ankle. Even if you forgave him, the impact of his foolishness wasn’t nearly as merciful. It lingered, whispering recounts of that night into his ear when he least expected it. 

Your eyes caught on the fidgeting of his hands. Toge wasn’t all that hard to read, not once you got close enough. That flicker in his violet eyes was clear as day, may as well have been loud as a firework. 

Your fingers crawled over the space between you, inching closer. They slipped into his, slotting in like this was nothing other than a reunion of two halves. He glanced to you, shoulders easing just barely. He let out a breath, and he looked back at the screen. 

Your hand was squeezed reassuringly in his, just a silent reminder of his presence. It made your pulse quicken, your heart race faster than sound itself. It was a reminder that you had one at all. 

Love never came easily to you, but Toge was more than a four letter word, more than the butterflies in your stomach and giddiness that pulled at your lips. He flowed into your heart like the smooth breeze of a summer night, seeing the fragile girl before him and inviting her in anyway. 

He looked at you again, a shaky breath leaving him as he braced himself for an impact that had already came and went. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I know technically…” 

“It’s okay,” you cut him off. “I know you’re sorry. I forgive you. You don’t have to do any grand gestures, just… just stay with me for now.” 

Just stay. Just prove you’re here to do so, prove you aren’t the fleeting memory of a night at the bar. Prove you’re more than one love song. 

You caught a glimpse of his eyes before you pulled away in cowardice, but the soft, compliant twinkle in his eyes was burned into your mind. “Okay,” he said. “Okay, I’ll stay.” 

The end is near and I’m sorry it’s been so shitty lately, I’ve been sick and unmotivated and just trying to get this series over with <\3

I’ve given up can you tell I’m sorry to the people that like this series because I DONT … lol I appreciate the love and support so much obviously I love u all so bad, that’s why I’m so sorry like actually

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Nightshift rewritten pt.2

How's life with Gojo and Geto as your roommates

Tags: smut, mdni, ageless and blank blogs will be blocked, f!reader, roommates, college au, making out, almost got caught, humping, fingering, jealousy, delusion (lots of it), pet names, marking, threesome, oral(m and f receiving), something something in the shower, something something on the couch, edging, not so friendly competition, the reader is more on the introverted side,

Author's note: I caught a cold (⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)

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You woke up in your bed all alone. A random shirt from your closet on you, and the feeling of loneliness and guilt hit you. For some reasons, you felt like the player in this situation.

Were you wrong to say you only wanted to see if your roommates were as good as people say? Because even now, after you woke up with a clear mind you only could think about Suguru's body, but nothing more.

No romantic feelings, you didn't felt like asking him on a date. You didn't even cared about how he was, because everything was clear the moment he left your room.

You weren't that different from them after all, just the way they play with people's feelings so are you with theirs. You weren't doing it intentionally or to take revenge on them, you simply just couldn't see yourself in a relationship at the moment, knowing your current situation.

But you still feel guilty, for using the dark haired man for some stress relief. Even if it was mutual, you still have a heart and you understand emotions. You had to talk to him at least, make sure nothing changes. So you got out your room, head empty as your brain simply just didn't want to work, still thinking about what happened last night.

You went to the kitchen, still not being able to process what's happening around you, but somehow knowing exactly what you're looking for. And you found him, sitting peacefully at the dining table, enjoying a cup of coffee and scrolling on his phone.

As much as you're trying not to think about it, you couldn't help but want him a little more. What happened yesterday wasn't enough, for you at least since you had no idea what he was feeling like.

There were marks on his neck, and if you're being honest, you had no idea you left any to begin with. His messy hair that looked like you just finished fucking. It didn't look like you two parted ways long hours ago.

He took his eyes away from his screen for a moment, taking a sip from his cup and then moving his eyes away from you back to his phone. He opened his mouth, closed it and then open it once again, not sure of what to do or say. He was acting like he never went through this, even if it happened countless of times for him already. "Morning." he said after a while, too anxious at the way you stared at him, not doing a move.

"Yeah." you nodded, getting close to the table and sitting the opposite of him, far away from your usual spot.

"I didn't think you'll be up this early." he tried to avoid your eyes, too embarrassed to face you.

"I couldn't sleep." while he was agitated your voice was completely cold. No expression on your face as you kept looking at him shamelessly.

"I see." he took another sip of his coffee, turning to the side and trying to think of an excuse to get out of there or else he'll fuck up. "Well, I'll go now." he tried to run.

"I want to talk to you." it can wait. Right now he doesn't have an explanation for what happened last night.

"Let's talk later." he really had to go.

"No, let's talk now." you grabbed him by the side of his shirt when he walked past you, stopping him in place so you could have a better look at him. "About last night-"

"This isn't the right time." he tried to brush your hand off.

"No, listen-" he was so stubborn.

"I'll text you when I'm ready." he would not.

"Suguru, what are we?" he froze at that question. He was afraid of those same exact words. "Because I don't want us to be anything." huh? That made his eye twitch.

"What do you mean by that?" he finally stopped running, turning around to face you, looking down at you who was still sitting down just as expressionless as before.

"Can we stay the way it was before?" absolutely the fuck not. "I'm not ready for anything at the moment." and that means he is? I mean, you spoke the same exact words he was thinking about, but how dare you not ask for anything from him in return? He would have indulge you and took you out on a few dates if you asked him to. He was running away earlier because he didn't thought he was that ready to commit himself to you, you had to give him a few days to think of all the possibilities, of how far in life can you two make. The dating life, the wedding, how many kids you'll have and how your house would look like. But this was genuinely ridiculous, you didn't even let him have some time to think about it.

"Then?" he asked, still waiting for you to explain yourself and your poorly choice of words.

"I don't know." you shrugged, making him even angrier at you. "I'm happy with myself, you seem to be doing the same. I don't see why we should be together." this was worse than a circus, this kind of buffoonery was something he never seen before and it's getting on his nerves. So what if he seems like he's doing good, that doesn't means that you can just cockblock him like that.

"What if I don't want to?" you shrugged again, not being able to think of anything.

"What do you want to do then?" this situation was going to total opposite. You were supposed to ask him out, like the majority of people that dragged him into their beds, he was supposed to say no. But this time he was going to appear a few days later and take you out on a white horse. You were supposed to make him realize that he was a dumbass, that he can't live like this forever and try to change himself.

I mean, he knows girls like you. The quiet type, the weirdly attractive that always keeps to themselves around people they don't know. And he heard about the magic your people had, the way it can swipe anyone off their feet and settle them for life. He prepared for this, he was ready to commit to a single person, worship you like he never had anyone in his life. He was ready to mold your body to fit him perfectly. And yet you decided to destroy all his dreams. "I don't want anything either." he was so bitter about this. He can't believe he's lying not only to you but to himself, he can't even find an excuse for his words.

"Do we stay the way we used to?" he shook his head, not wanting to open his mouth anymore. "Then?" he moved his hands towards you, grabbing you by your sides and lifting you up to place you on the table.

He pressed his body against yours, his crotch right into yours and hoping that you could at least get an idea of what's going on in his head. "Do we have to pretend that nothing happened?" he spoke quietly, his breath hitting your skin and it only left chills down your spine. "We can do it as many times as we want and nothing will change if you don't want to."

"What about you then? Do you want something to change?" he didn't dare to answer your question, knowing it might affect what you're going to say next.

"You're overthinking." for a moment you thought that something was going to happen, looking at the way he tried to avoid eye contact, holding back something you had no idea what it was. Only to disappoint you in the end. Yeah, maybe you're overthinking, like you always did. Perhaps you were the only one with big feelings in here and he just opened your eyes. Then you can keep doing this without feeling guilty about his feelings. Somehow, you feel more at ease. He just wanted to feel something, and so did you. So why were you hoping for him to say something more, anything rather than that.

"Kiss me." you said, trying to see if this was really all in your head and perhaps he wanted you just as much as you wanted him.

You didn't know what to expect, because the next moment you said that, his lips were on yours. His weight being pressed against your body, grinding against you as the kiss got too deep for anyone's liking. But you didn't complained. Closing your eyes and dragging him closer, hoping this time you'll actually get to feel more. His hands under your shirt, lifting it up and exposing more of your body. You moaned quietly when he started to play with your breasts, giving him a soft look that made his cock throb in his pants.

Fuck it, he'll just do it. He broke the kiss for a moment, hands going to his pants to free himself, and at the same time tugging at yours too. This wasn't the way he wanted to do it, a quicky that didn't let him have more time to explore you, but he couldn't complain when you didn't complained.

You looked at him, at the expression he had on his face and at how he was biting his lip a bit too hard. You opened your mouth, wanting to tease him a little but your words got stuck in your throat when you heard the front door opening, following by the sounds of some shoes hitting the ground and some bags being moved around.

Panick was written all over your face, and as much as Suguru was annoyed, he knew exactly what to do in that situation.

He lifted you up from the table, getting your clothes in place and fixing your hair. Then tried to fix his clothes a bit too, not too much or it would become suspicious. He sat back down on his chair, his phone in one hand while his coffee in the other, making it look like it was just another morning, even if his heart was beating so hard he could barely keep his composure.

"Eh? You're up? But I wanted to surprise you guys." Gojo's voice could be heard from the door behind you, and you didn't dared to turn around and look. "Suguru, what happened to you?" he said, noticing the way his friend was sweating and his hair all over the place.

"Slept badly last night." the dark haired man said, avoiding eye contact and taking a sip of his coffee.

"You look just as bad as him. You're alright?" the white haired man said when he got next to you, looking at how your eyebrows furrowed, and something in your eyes that looked like you just got scared to death.

"Couldn't sleep." you looked down, trying to forget about what just happened.

"It's because I wasn't here, was it?" Satoru seemed way too happy with this. "Don't worry, I'm not leaving any time soon." and that's exactly what Suguru was afraid of. "Anyway, here's what I got from home." he placed some bags with food on the table.

For the next few days both you and Geto were cockblocked by the white haired man. Every time you got a bit of alone time, he had to appear out of nowhere and made sure to sit between you two. He didn't let you get close, always making sure to sit next to you and slap Suguru's hand away if he tried to make a move. I mean, since when does he have the balls? And how dare he try to get close to you? Not when Gojo is there. Absolutely not, it was out of question.

Maybe it was the jealousy, and it really didn't helped that you looked so friendly to each other after just a day. No because, he needs to know what that guy did. How did he got you to come running to him?

The way Gojo stared at you was obviously, so obvious that it made you put questions. Did you had something on your face? Was your hair alright? Or.. did he knew? You always panicked at the thought of him knowing what you did. And he noticed it right away. How you frown, giving him a quick look and then look away, looking at him again only to run from there in the end.

Did Suguru told you something while he was away? Did he told you something embarrassing about him and now you're avoiding him? I mean, you can't really call it avoiding when you act the same as before around him.

Was it the fact that he was seeing himself in Geto's position that made him a bit delusional? Because he was doing it before but now it got worse.

It was clearly your fault, no matter how much he thinks about it, it's definitely you who is the problem. Why would you show him that you could make that barrier that you put between them disappear? Now that he knows you can open up he kept thinking about it.

"I won't be back today." it was around 6 in the afternoon when Suguru sent something in the group chat.

"Have fun." you texted, going back on doing whatever you were doing before.

"Wanna watch a movie?" you got another text, this time from Gojo in private. Well, last time you watch a movie you ended up with someone in your bed. But you wouldn't say no since you're bored anyway. "Come in the living room." he texted again, like he knew you'd say yes.

You don't have anything better to do anyway. And it's not like you'd end up in the same situation again, right? I mean, it would be ridiculous for it to happen two times in a row. Right?

Damn. You should have kept your mouth shut.

You can't even remember how you ended up bend over Satoru's lap, and his long fingers bullying their way inside your pussy. A movie he said, whatever you'd watch a movie or make one to watch it later he didn't specify.

You can't even look at him in the eyes, you gave up too easily. The moment he called your name, in a much lower tone than his usual colorful one, was the end of you. His eyes made you weak in the knees, and it didn't took long for things to escalate.

"I actually wanted to see this movie for quite a while now." he said, not even paying attention to the tv. His eyes were on your back, looking at the shirt that you still had on. He wanted to take it off, to see everything he wouldn't usually see. All your hidden self, your soft skin that he wanted to touch and bite into.

"Wait." you cried when he started to curl his fingers a bit too hard against a spot that felt way too good than you'd like. Gripping the cushion underneath you, and wanting to sink your teeth into something.

But before you could do anything else, he took his hand away from you, leaving you all empty and whining mess. "Don't you want to feel good? I could give you something much better." with tears in your eyes, you looked at him. If he knew what you wanted why was he like this?

He took your shirt off, now sitting all naked on his lap. You looked at him freeing his cock from his pants. He was big, and you're afraid you might not be able to take him. But you're determinated, and you won't leave this room until you get a taste of that dick.

"Easy now." he said, one of his hands on your back as you tried to get him inside of you. "Don't force yourself." you're the one who should decide that.

He's doing this totally wrong. You want to hear encouragements, him praising you for doing so good for him. You want him, you want his hands all over you, to feel him in places no one touched until now. So how dare he hold back right now?

Look at him, his hands on the couch, right next to your bodies and not daring to get anywhere near you. His back resting against the couch, leaning into it so he could give you space, when you clearly didn't want that.

"Touch me." you didn't even realized you said that out loud until he started laughing.

You got the tip of his cock inside, letting out a small noise and looking at him. You were really trying your best, but this was too much. You didn't expect to be stretched out like that. "Told you to take it easy." you wanted to bite him. He wasn't being useful at all.

You kept getting more of his cock inside of you, sinking your hips into his until he got all the way in, touching that one spot deep inside you. You did it, you actually did it. Well, it hurts a little but it's nothing that you can't handle it.

Holding onto his shoulders, you moved slowly, taking a few seconds to yourself every time you raised your hips, taking a small break before you got him all the way in again. It wasn't much, but it was honest work, and you're happy with your progress.

What made you work even harder was his moans. The way he was still holding himself back and moaning quietly, making your inside clenched, squeezing him and making him let out a louder moan. You're going to bully him, you're this close on pushing him down and trying even harder than before.

Can't he see you're willing to work yourself over the top for him? He could request something out of pocket and you'd do it in a heartbeat.

You took one of his hands and placed it on your side, making him to finally look at you. He did got the hint, but he still didn't dared to help you in any way, fearing he might do something he'll regret later.

But he's willing to try at least. He placed his other hand on one of your boobs, playing with your nipple and kissing your neck, sucking on your skin and leaving red marks behind him.

He wanted to do a lot more, he really does, but he's so afraid of being too rough on you. If he hurts you in any way he won't be able to forgive himself. Even so, if you keep being this delicious he might actually forget about all his morals.

"Tell me what you want me to do." he said out of breath. "I'll do it."

"Touch me more." he let out a moan. "Like you mean it." but he meant everything that he did until now. What more do you want from him?

"Something else." his words were driving you crazy.

"Kiss me." say less. He smashed his lips against yours, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. It was like he was trying to eat you, dragging your body closer to his unconsciously and trying to deeper the kiss. Your chest pressed against his, and it made him realized that he still had his clothes on him.

"Wait a moment." he interrupted the kiss, parting ways with you for a moment to take off his shirt. He's not going to miss the chance to have your body right against his because of some clothes standing in the way.

He pressed his lips against yours again, a hand on your back and leaning in towards you, making you lose a bit of your balance. Now he was in control and he didn't even realized it. In fact, I don't think any of you realized that he started to move you on him. Faster moves, out of pace and no certain direction where it was going. Everything was way too sloppy now.

But his kisses got better. His tongue in your mouth and looking for yours as he kept guiding your body on his. "Fuck." he cursed, moaning your name in your mouth as he started to move his own hips forward.

"Toru." you tried to say something, to let him know about how close you were.

"I know baby, I know." it's alright, he was there. He wasn't going to leave you alone through this one. He feels the same way as you, and he was trying so hard to cum at the same time as you. I mean, if you do, doesn't that means you have a different type of connection? It's like you're meant for each other.

His delusions didn't helped him, seeing you cum made him desperate for his high too. Mostly to show you that you're not the only one who's struggling.

He was putting quite a show for you, wasn't he? From the expression he had to the way he was a moaning mess. It never failed to make your stomach turn upside down, clenching around him and making the grip on you tighter than before, not letting you go until he finally came.

You just stood there, enjoying the warmth your bodies gave to one another. His nose pressed against your neck, bathing in your scent, relaxing at the way you played with his hair. He could stay inside you forever, your pussy was feeling way too good for him to just pull out.

But then it hit him. He was being an idiot, he was showing you his weak side, that he too was like everyone else even if he always played high and mighty.

He couldn't do it like this. No matter how much he likes you, he can't show any signs of weakness.

So, he got you off him, dressing you back into your clothes and getting you to your room and making sure you're comfortable, before he too did the walk of shame back to his bedroom.

The next day he didn't want to get out of bed, too tired after what happened yesterday. But he was forced to wake up by someone knocking at his door.

And there you were, looking up at him with big doe eyes and making him feel like he wasn't that tired anymore. "Can we talk?" you asked in a sweet voice, making him gulp and grip the door way too hard.

"Sure." he couldn't even hear himself. "What happened?" he couldn't think of a single thing besides bending you over the closest thing in that room.

"About yesterday." don't even get him started. "Can we stay the same as before?"

"No." you must be insane for asking him that in the first place. "Absolutely not."

"Then? I don't want to get in a relationship." I mean, he did liked you, more than he likes to admit. But that didn't necessarily means he wanted to be in a relationship either. He wanted to parade you for the world to see you're his, but the thought of actually putting in effort turned him off. It might have been because of all the people that chased after him, that and his unsolved issues. He can't be with someone until he put his thoughts in place, and knowing him, it would take a long time before he could finally settle down.

"Does it matter what we are?" he might be right. "As long as we both want it, does it really matter if it's a relationship or not?" guess not.

"Then let's stay the same as before." he shook his head. "You're sure you want to keep doing this then? I don't want any unnecessary feelings." well said.

He dragged you in his room, not even closing the door as he pinned you to the wall. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and your arms around his neck.

"We can keep doing this for as much as we want. Who is going to stop us?" he said before pressing his lips against yours.

How cute of you to come to him first thing in the morning. It's like you knew he was missing you. Well, since you're being so thoughtful of him, he might as well give you a reward.

But when he thought things couldn't get any better, someone just opened the front door. Getting inside and letting everyone know he's there. "I'm back." Suguru's voice could be heard from outside the room.

Gojo didn't want to let go of you just yet, still kissing you, pressing you against the wall harder while aiming for the door to close it, even lock it if he had enough patience.

"No." you said quietly, trying to not let out any weird sounds.

"It would be fast." the white haired man tried to convince you, but he was being welcomed with the same answer.

This was so annoying, his morning was ruined when it just started to get good. He couldn't let go of you just like that, so, he moved his lips to your neck, leaving a big hickey before biting your lip. Finally letting you go.

They're crazy, your roommates are insane. They're mad men, not a single normal thought going through their heads. But perhaps that's what you like about them, the fact that with them nothing goes as planned. A simple conversation can go in so many ways, a wrong move, word or just a look from you and everything does down the water.

But somehow, everything was peaceful for a few days. Or more like, your housemates tried to keep it low-key since neither of them knew about what happened when you were alone with the other.

So now it was just then trying to get your attention, but quietly, not wanting to attract attention.

That of course didn't lasted for long. It was tiring, this hide and seek that lent to nowhere. You knew it too, but you still didn't expect your life to be disturbed again so soon.

It was another day just like the other, well, perhaps not. But it was a day where you could relax since you were home alone.

You got out your room, sneaking into the living room and jumping on the couch, turning on the tv and playing a show you just discovered.

Everything was supposed to be normal, to go back to how it was when you moved in. They were supposed to give you space and ignore each other like before. But to your surprise, it didn't happen. The moment one of them got home, he went specifically to you.

"You're back?" you asked, looking at Suguru who looked like he got caught in the rain. All he did was to groan, leaving whatever he had in his arms on the floor in the middle of the room and throwing himself next to you. "Go change, you're gonna catch a cold." he didn't wanted to get up, the couch was feeling way too good.

"Is Satoru back?" he watched you shake your head before he finally got up, leaving the room and coming back later with some freshly washed clothes on him. "Lay down." he said, looking at you who didn't seemed to pay attention to him or what he's saying.

Perhaps the fact that you were focused on the show was a good thing, because you did as he said without a single complain. So he sat back next to you, this time laying down in your arms. "Eh? What are you doing?" you finally realized what's going on.

"I'm tired." he had his face buried in your neck, his back to the tv since he wasn't interested in watching anything at the moment.

"We can cuddle another time." this wasn't the space, especially since you never know with who you might wake up.

He didn't cared. If he keeps running from this then it would take him nowhere. So what if that guy sees him? It would change nothing. Plus he's showing how great your relationship with his was, no? And nothing feels better than the warmth your body gives and his friend being jealous.

His hands went under your shirt, wanting to feel more of your skin. It was so cold outside, and your temperature was leading him in. He loved it so much that he didn't even realized when he got his head under your shirt, his head against your chest as he was listening to your heart beat.

"Get out of there." you slapped his back softly, making him to bite one of your boobs in response. This was a rare occasion, like heck he'll let you alone. The marks he left are long gone too, so he had to leave some behind. I mean, what if you miss him while he's away?

He sink his teeth into your skin, making you gasp. He sucked and liked at every single empty spot he found. That way you'll still have a part of him no matter where he is.

"I'm home." a voice could be heard from the hallway and you feared you knew exactly who it was.

How could you have been so stupid, fucking with both of them and not letting a single soul know. Look in what situation you got yourself in now.

"Suguru, come on." your words went to deaf ears. You can't do anything more than cry since you have nowhere to hide.

"Who left the tv on?" Satoru's voice could be heard from the behind the couch. Guess that was it, you might as well look for a new place at this point.

But to your surprise, the white haired man didn't said a thing. He looked down at you, at the expression you had, the pout on your face and at how you were trying to hide your face behind your hands. It took him a moment to realize what was actually going on.

He was late, he was painfully late and now he couldn't do anything about it.

He must do something about it or the dark haired man will beat him. And he couldn't stand the fact that someone else was in front of him, he had to be number one.

Satoru moved your hands away, leaning down and placing a kiss on your lips. He too could play this game. So you better prepare yourself because neither of them will take it easy from now on.

Fuck your life. Your doomed, flabbergasted, absolutely bamboozled. From the moment you stepped a foot out your room both of them were trying to get you in a way or another. And now they were fighting for you attention.

"Come here." the white haired man said, looking at you who just got into the kitchen.

"Y/N." the other said your name, signaling you to go to him instead.

But you were smart, you knew you shouldn't start a storm. So you walked out of there and back into your room, ignoring the two guys that seemed to add fuel into the fire.

If you don't want to get out, then they'll come to you. And that night you woke up with both of them in your bed.

First it was Gojo who came around 11, getting under your blanket quickly and dragging you into his arms so you wouldn't run away. He wanted to cuddle too, and your bed seemed so welcoming. Your room in general looked much friendly than his. Was it the sweet scent that he kept getting hit with every time he opened your door? Or the fact that you were living in there? He can't really answer for sure but he just liked your bedroom more.

And then Geto made his presence when you were almost asleep. Getting into the unoccupied side of the bed and wrapping his hands around you.

The next morning wasn't anything better.

A pair of muscular arms on you, not allowing you to move an inch. All you could see was some white hair coming from under the blanket, and you knew exactly who it was since he had his face into your chest, hands under your shirt and dragging your lower body away from the one behind you.

What a way to start your day. But for a moment you allowed yourself to get distracted and enjoy their presence, how their bodies felt against yours.

With your nose into Gojo's hair, you took a deep breath. He smells nice, a bit familiar too but maybe it was because of how much time you spent with them lately. But then it hit you, he was using your products. You turned your face away, taking a stiff of Geto only for him to smell the exact same. You gasped at the realization.

"What?" the dark haired man said amused. He was clearly thinking of something else, since you could feel his cock pressed against your back.

"Are you using my shampoo?" well damn. It's too early to respond to that. He can't think of excuses this early in the morning.

"Mmm." Gojo wrapped his arms around you harder, rubbing his face against you and trying to ignore the voices he kept hearing.

"Who knows." Suguru couldn't give you an answer even if he wanted to.

"Satoru is using it too." you pointed out, making the man in your arms to look up at you still half asleep.

"What about me." the white haired man could only hear the part where you said his name.

"Is that why I have almost nothing left in the bottles?" why did you wanted to argue at this time of the day was a mystery. If you didn't want them to use it then you shouldn't had left them in the bathroom.

It wasn't the time to fight, especially when you were finally started to get along. I mean, look, all three of you enjoying the peace and quiet. Can you blame Suguru when he took the initiative and stopped a potential threat to this serenity? So what if he kissed you, a bit too sloppy for his style, but he's not really awaken at the moment, his mind is still a blur. An arm under your head, keeping your face pushed towards him while the other was slowly making it's way under your shirt.

Satoru only noticed the hand that was trying to get in his territory, and he slapped it away only for Suguru to try again. The white haired man got his head out the blanket, annoyed and wanting to tell his friend to stay in his place before he realized what happened.

So here he was, taking your pants off along side your panties and throwing them somewhere in the room. Now making his way in between your legs and throwing them over his shoulders.

You couldn't even say a thing, and even if you tried you were stopped by Suguru who seemed to finally waken up. His tongue in your mouth and kissing you in a way that made your head spinning.

"Look how wet you are." Satoru said, slapping your pussy softly and laughing at the way you looked even angrier than before. He placed a kiss on your inner thigh, moving his lips to your wet core and giving your clit a quick kiss before he started eating you out.

Honestly, what was wrong with them. I mean, you knew they weren't normal. But couldn't they at least try? Why go through this much trouble? You'll get mad at them either way after this.

Just because you're moaning doesn't mean you forgive them. However, it got to their heads. Which one? Who knows. It's not like they were thinking clearly before either. So what would make a difference now?

The fact that you were mad at them to begin with was more than a valid reason to touch you. I mean, how could they let you start your day like this? You shouldn't be in a bad mood. And they're trying to make it better, to show you how sorry they are. That if you ignore the grin on their faces.

"Don't look at him." Suguru whispered in your ear, lifting your shirt up so he could see your body better. He gets jealous if you don't give him attention.

"No, Y/N." Gojo took his mouth away from your pussy for a moment, licking his lips and pushing two of his fingers inside of you. "Don't I make you feel good?" you always get flustered whenever he looked at you.

"I would have done it myself if you didn't got in the way." Geto rolled his eyes, annoyed at the fact that you were looking at someone else.

"I can't hear you." the white haired man was enjoying this way too much. "Pussy tastes too good." he said, wrapping his lips around your clit, giving you all his attention once again.

"You like me more, you heard me." Suguru kissed you again, pressing his body against yours, wanting to snatch you away, all to himself. Maybe it was his fault that he didn't thought about this before hand.

But he can't really blame it when you look this cute. Just look at you, closing your eyes every time it got too good and leaving soft sounds out that didn't got too far since they were muffled by him. Of course he couldn't help but kiss you, that way you'd give something to him too.

And the way you grab at his shirt? Or how one of your hands went through Satoru's hair, tugging at it lightly as you looked like you were close. So close it took everything in both of them to restrain themselves.

But when you did came, it was like something switch inside of them. Look at Gojo who was getting up, getting his cock out his pants, and Geto who placed one of your hands over his crotch, later on trying to get it in his pants.

"So why are you using my shampoo?" you said, not letting them do another move.

"We can talk about this later." the white haired man really didn't wanted to talk about that, in fact, he couldn't think of anything else besides getting inside your pussy faster.

"No." you slapped their hands away, getting up the bed. "You always do this." you fixed your shirt, getting your pants back on. "I thought I was going insane, I even started to use less thinking that I might be the problem." you walked to the door. "If I let you off this time then you'll do it again." you went out the room, closing the door behind you and leaving your housemates there. But then it hit you, that was your room. So where were you going? You went back, opening the door and looking as angry as before. "This is my room, so get out."

"I can buy you more if you-" you didn't even let Satoru finish his sentence.

"It's not about that."

"You can use mine too, if that's the problem." why would you listen to the guy who buys the cheapest things he finds and call it a day? The only thing you liked about your roommates was their cologne, which had a cool fresh scent. And now that you think about it, they don't smell like they used to anymore. You sniffed your hand, only to get even angrier than before. They smell like you now.

"Get out." you won't let them slide this time.

From that moment on, they tried to make it up to you. Being extra extra sweet to you, not letting you lift a finger around the house or even think about doing something. If you knew they would be like this you would have gotten mad at them a long time ago.

The space they give you now is so refreshing, like you can finally breath. But what did you expect in a house full of madness.

Maybe it was your fault too, for letting your guard down and not checking that door twice.

You went into the bathroom when no one was home, wanting to take a long bath and enjoy the new products you just bought. You thought you locked the door, you swore you did. But somehow you ended up with an uninvited guest in there. You didn't even noticed the dark haired man until he got in the shower, scaring you when his hands made contact with your skin.

"Suguru? What are you doing here?" you tried to turn around but he kep you in place, getting his body closer to yours, his chest pressed against your back.

"You weren't in your room." you're rarely out the house, so it wasn't hard to find you.

"I thought you won't be back until later." he seemed to enjoy catching you off guard.

"Didn't feel like going out today." he extended a hand, trying to grab one of your freshly bought bottles only for you to slap it away. "Let me wash your hair." and give him a free pass on using your products again? Nope. But he seemed to know what you're thinking of, and it made him try again. "I'll behave." like heck he would.

Perhaps he could win your thrust again by doing something else. Convincing you to let him do it wasn't that hard at all. A few words whispered in your ear, even letting out a moan as he tried to 'explain' how much he craved for you lately. You'll let him have a taste of you, right?

And that's how he ended up with his head between your legs, eating you out like no one did before, letting out his frustration on you for all the things you did for the past few days.

Your sounds muffled by the running water, but even so, it made him try harder. Make you louder so he could hear you better.

He sucked, licked and then licked again on your clit, arms wrapped around you to keep you in place, dragging you back to him when you tried to get away. And all that work for what? Because he didn't even let you cum, letting go of you when you were so so close, turning you over, now facing the wall as he slowly got his cock inside of you.

"Hold still." he whispered in your ear, finally pushing his dick all the way in.

"It's slippery." you had nothing to hold onto, one wrong move and you're afraid you'll end up on the ground.

"Hold onto me." he finally started moving his hips, a slow movement at first. Enjoying the fact that he finally had you all to himself. One of his arms wrapped around you while the other was pressed against the wall, turning your face towards him so he could kiss you. It was nothing too wild, just the fact that you were alone was more than enough for the moment. But a few moments later, he felt this chill down his spine. Perhaps he left the door open, I mean, he did got into the bathroom without a single thought in his head, hurried to take his clothes off so he could join you. Even so, it made him fuck into you harder, holding you tighter in his arms and trying to forget about this unsettling feeling.

He in fact did left the door open, and you woke up with another uninvited guest in the bathroom.

"Make some space for me." the shower doors suddenly open, revealing Satoru who seemed happy with the on going event. "Don't be so greedy, Suguru." he laughed at the man who was glaring at him. "Give me some attention too, or I'll get sad." his hands were on you, turning you towards him while the dark haired man was still fucking you from behind. "Kiss me too, didn't you missed me?" he laughed as he kissed you. One of your hands was in Gojo's, wrapped around his aching cock and slowly jerking it.

You weren't left alone even for a moment. One fucking into you a bit too hard than you'd like in that moment, while the other seemed to want the same amount of attention. Both of them dragging you towards them, wanting to yank you away from the other.

Hands all over your body, and you didn't really know how to react. This was too much, even for them. This endless jealousy that took nowhere, especially when you didn't complained about it.

You didn't said a thing, did you? So you were alright with having both of them at the same time? Because if you keep being this submissive then they might get the wrong idea. But it was too later because they already figured something out, it was like it was telepathically. Just a quick look at and it was like they knew what the other was thinking.

Right, why fighting when they could work together? Give you something so good you won't be able to look at another man. Two was better than one after all.

With a quick movement, Suguru got out of you, a quick slap on your ass as he turned you around, to face him. Your back pressed against Satoru's chest as the dark haired man lowered his head to kiss you.

Gojo's lips were on your shoulder, a hand going down your body to your pussy and rubbing your clit.

You were sandwiched between them, you couldn't do a single move while they seemed to enjoy playing with you. Touching and groping you all over the place, kisses and marks left behind their hot touch as they keep exploring your body. They kept turning you around and placing you in a new position every time you were about to cum, edging you for what seemed like an eternity.

After torturing you for so long, someone finally opened the shower's doors, dragging you out of it and into the cold bathroom.

But somehow, they acted like nothing happened, softly wiping your body and getting you dry, wrapping a towel around you and then guiding you to another place inside the house.

And you ended up laying down on the couch all naked once again, with Gojo between your legs, positioning himself at your entrance while Suguru was right next to your head. You never really thought about it before, but you have absolutely no idea if you could take both of them, at the same time too. The idea was a bit scary, and yet it was happening at the moment.

You gulped, looking at the dark haired man, trying to tell him to take it easy. But he didn't wanted to do that.

Just from the way you look at him he haves the impression that you wanted him, like, really bad. And he could never say no to a pretty girl, especially you. I mean, if you wanted him, how could he say no?

"Look at me too." the white haired man didn't looked happy at the way you and his friend looked at each other.

"Don't you dare." Geto grabbed your face, pushing your cheeks together and making you look at him.

"But Y/N." Satoru said, slowly pushing his cock inside of you. "Don't you wanna see how you're taking me in?" he whined, making your eyebrows furrowed.

"She's busy with me. Can't you see?" the dark haired man got his dick right into your face without a warning, pushing the head past your lips and into your hot mouth, letting out a groan as he got moved his hips deeper.

"Don't I make you feel better?" Gojo said as he kept fucking into you, his thimb on your clit, rubbing it in an irregular motion. His words made Suguru to run a hand through your hair, grabbing it as he tried to move faster into your mouth, not wanting any of your moans out. Just the sounds you make as he kept fucking into your throat were more than enough, plus, he doesn't think he'll be able to keep it together if you do let out a moan, especially for that guy. "He's so mean, isn't he, baby?" the white haired man's words keep getting on Geto's nervers. Can you believe this fucker? Trying to talk to you when he's known for being silent in moments like this.

But perhaps Suguru had to step up his game too. What if this buffoon succeed on fooling you? So he let go of your hair, trying to change his strategy. "Let's change positions." he said as he got his dick out your mouth.

"Don't want to." the white haired man said, wrapping his hands around your thighs and dragging you closer to him.

"What do you say, baby?" Gojo gasped, he can't believe this guy is really trying to pull the same moves as him. "Don't you want to make me feel good too, hm?" there were too many eyes on you, and you couldn't be more embarrassed in the current situation.

"Alright." you didn't dared not to agree with them, because in the end you'll end up the one being fucked in there, and who knows what kind of plot they might be planning.

You ended up being flipped over, your ass in the air, and with your face right into Suguru's crotch.

You're being filled to the max, one in your mouth while the other fucks you from behind. There's no room left, and even if it was, you don't think you could take more than this.

"Come on, Y/N." the dark haired man moaned your name, a hand resting on your head as he was waiting for your reaction. The way you look at him was too cute, always trying harder to suck him off every time he lets out a moan or a prise. Aren't you being adorable?

"Baby." Satoru also let out a moan, a hand placed over your back, caressing your skin and making you clench around him. "I'm gonna cum. Cum with me?" he was usually not like this, but for you he decided to he a whining mess.

"Look at me." this was going nowhere again. But you were also desperate, so you can't really blame anybody. Plus, you kinda wanted them to fill you. No, you did wanted them to come all over you, fill you up so good that you'll still feel them even when they're not inside.

You were just as greedy as them. Trying to hold their hands as you came, and refusing to let go even after your high.

Sigh, well, this was about to be a long day.

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Hope, Actually | Buck/Tommy | 2100 words | rated T

on the last day of Christmas, this writer gave to you... some BuckTommy holiday fluff! Buck watches Love Actually and gets an idea. tags: makeup fic, christmas, love actually, tooth rotting fluff, egregious overuse of italics

Buck gets the idea three days before Christmas.

He and Tommy have been talking again, is the thing. Trying to be friends. It's tentative and a little stilted sometimes and it's… fine. Talking only makes Buck want to jump Tommy's bones about 20% of the time, and peel his own skin off an additional 30% of the time. So that leaves 50% normal conversation, which is fine.

The fact that he's still painfully in love with Tommy is maybe a little less fine, but whatever. Can you even still be in love with a person if you never said you love them in the first place? Can you love them more? Because that's what it feels like. Every time he grabs a beer with Tommy and Chim and laughs for an evening over their latest ridiculous call, he loves him a little more. Every time they text, every time they end up at the same scene or the same bar, he falls a little harder.

But they're trying to be friends, trying to be cool; so Buck takes all that love and puts it away, smashes it down and swallows it and pushes it deep into his belly, and when he feels like it's going to overflow and turn into words he takes the excess and puts it in an imaginary box and shoves it deep inside an imaginary closet. There's probably some kind of irony there, a man taking these feelings he has for another man and putting them in a closet. Buck doesn't want to think too closely about it, to be honest.

And then three days before Christmas he's over at Maddie and Chimney's house. Jee-Yun has finally gone to bed, and they're flipping back and forth between random Christmas movies and drinking wine. Well, Buck and Chim are drinking wine, and Maddie is drinking sparkling grape juice and making a face after every other sip.

"Ooh, Love Actually!" she says excitedly as Chimney channel surfs. "Buck, have you ever seen this one?"

"No… Tommy and I were going to watch it together. I guess it doesn't matter now. He said he wanted to wait until after Thanksgiving, that's why we didn't. Before," Buck says heavily.

"I remember he told me once that it was his favorite movie," Chimney says neutrally. "That was a long time ago, though."

"Yeah, he said… he said it comes across as pretty dated. He said he probably wouldn't see it the same way if he watched for the first time now," Buck says, the words suddenly tripping over themselves to get out of his mouth. He can feel the glance his sister and her husband exchange over his head. "It's like junk food, you know, like… you don't eat a Big Mac because it's a good burger, you eat it because it's what you want, because it's the same every time and there's something comforting in that, even if it's objectively not great. Tommy said… he said he thought there are better Christmas movies, and way better rom coms, but there'll always be something kind of perfect and comforting about this one…" he trails off.

"Do you wanna skip it tonight?" Chimney asks, surprisingly gently.

"No. No, it's okay, we can watch it. I don't mind," Buck says. "But I'm going to open another bottle of wine."

"God, now that you mention it, I could kinda go for a Big Mac right now," Maddie says reflectively.

Later, a little too drunk to drive home, Buck curls up in the middle of the guest bed and lets the movie swirl aimlessly through his thoughts. Tommy was right, he thinks, about it being pretty dated – he can see how some of the stories, which might have hit romantic beats in the mid-2000s, just come off as clunky, or even creepy, 20 years later.

But Buck can also see how it got under people's skin – can guess how it got under Tommy's skin. Even in the clunky stories there's a thread running through, a bigger idea about the diversity of love, about all its imperfections, about the way it can grab hold of you and surprise you whether you're at the beginning, the middle, or the end of your own story.

There's an idea there, tipsy and unformed, about him and Tommy and about what he can do with all the love he's been packing up and hiding away like the hoodie buried at the back of his drawer that only barely smells like Tommy's sweat now. By the time he wakes up and finishes making everybody breakfast, the idea has solidified into a plan.

He has to visit two different office supply stores to get what he needs, and it takes him most of that afternoon to figure out what he wants to write, saving draft after draft in the notes app of his phone before he ever puts marker to paper. At some point he remembers to text Lucy to ask whether Tommy's on duty Christmas Eve or whether he'll be at home.

He's not on the duty roster but I don't know if he has plans, she texts back. Want I should find out?

yes please, he sends. I'm gonna do sthg stupid and i need him to be home for it.

Thank God, one of you idiots needs to figure your shit out before I'm subjected to his sad breakup playlist one more time.

he has a breakup playlist???

An hour later Lucy texts again to let Buck know that she told Tommy she had some stuff to drop off for him, and he said he wasn't planning to leave the house. So the plan is a go.

On Christmas Eve, Buck waits until after dark to drive over to Tommy's house. He's got three dozen thumbprint cookies in tins, a carefully ordered stack of poster board, and about a thousand butterflies in his stomach. This is either going to go really well, or really poorly, and he's honestly not sure which outcome to expect. But he has to do something – he has to try.

He wishes it were snowing. It's barely cool enough to need a jacket. But that's Los Angeles in the winter for you.

Tommy has this particular smile. Buck saw it pretty often when they were first together. It's not his favorite of Tommy's smiles; it's too restrained, starts out wide and then gets reined in, tamped down, as if he suddenly remembered that he's not supposed to be that happy, or not allowed to show it if he is. Buck is pretty sure it's the smile of someone who'd spent a long time being more or less punished for joy, and whatever else happens between them, he's glad that he saw it less and less over their months together.

But Buck sees that smile again when the front door swings open, when Tommy reflexively smiles big, the one that reaches his eyes, when he sees Buck on the porch – and immediately schools his face into something more reserved, more professional. Friendly, but not too friendly.

"Hey. What's up? What –" he trails off as Buck hits play on his phone and Christmas music comes from the Bluetooth speaker at his feet. He picks up his stack of poster board cards and shows Tommy the first one.

Say it's carol singers, it reads in Buck's uneven chicken scratch handwriting.

"Buck, nobody else is here," Tommy says.

Buck frowns and brandishes the sign again. Tommy's smile softens into something wistful, almost sad. "It's carol singers," he calls exaggeratedly over his shoulder to the empty house and turns back to Buck with an expectant look.

Buck flips to the next sign. I watched this movie the other day, it says. I didn't think it was that good TBH.

Sign number three: But I think I understand why people still like it so much.

Tommy crosses his arms over his chest and raises an eyebrow.

Buck flips to the fourth sign. I think it's a movie about hope. That no matter how much you fuck up there will still be a way for love to find you.

He had to write pretty small to fit all that on one sign, so he holds it up a little longer and watches something flash across Tommy's face as he reads. He waits until Tommy looks up again to go to the next card.

And now it's Christmas, it says. And at Christmas you tell the truth.

The playlist is on a rendition of "Joy to the World" that couldn't possibly be performed by anything less than a professional eight-part a cappella group. Buck flips to the next card.

You're not perfect, it reads in big letters. The "not" is underlined multiple times. Tommy laughs a little bit, and Buck doesn't think he's imagining the fact that it sounds a little wet, like maybe Tommy is choking up a little.

The next sign: (And neither am I.) We've both fucked up + I'm sure we will again. He's not happy with how this one looks. He'd tried about seventeen times on various pieces of scrap paper to get the damn ampersand right and eventually had to settle for the stupid little plus sign like a middle schooler.

But I still have hope. I have hope for love. I have hope for us. Almost to the end now.

The second-to-last card is a simple one. And… I'm hoping you have hope too. Merry Christmas Tommy.

Buck bends down and takes his time stopping the music and turning off the Bluetooth speaker; straightens up slowly, poster board clutched to his chest. He can't quite meet Tommy's eyes, too afraid of what he might see there, so he looks down at his own shoes until the toes of Tommy's house slippers shuffle into view.

Two gentle fingers tip his chin up. It's so familiar, Buck almost expects a kiss, but instead Tommy just looks at him, soft and tender and achingly open.

"Thank you, Evan," he says, and it doesn't escape Buck's notice that he was Buck when Tommy first opened the door, and he's back to being Evan now.

"It's really not a great movie, Tommy," he says, a little helplessly. "I liked the story about the dad and the kid, and the one with the naked people was pretty good, but this guy?" He shakes a sheet of poster board and it makes that little wooby wooby sound. "Total creeper. And the prime minister is an HR violation waiting to happen, and I don't know if they even have HR in England…"

He trails off, because Tommy is chuckling. Tommy is laughing at him, and his smile is big again, spreading over his face from the corners of his eyes all the way down to the cleft in his chin, and it's one of the more beautiful things Buck has ever seen.

"You're not wrong, Evan," he's saying. "I think I told you, you know, it's like junk food, you don't eat it because it's good, you eat it because it's –"

"It's what you want." They're standing close together, now. Almost close enough that Buck can feel Tommy's breath against his cheek. He can still feel the ghost of his fingertips under his chin.

He's really not sure what to do now. His plan hadn't developed this far, beyond a kind of half-baked daydream of Tommy immediately falling into his arms and passionately declaring his love, although actually neither of them is quite that kind of guy. But luckily, Tommy seems to have an idea where to go.

"Do you want to stay for a bit?" he asks. "Maybe watch a better Christmas movie? Maybe… maybe talk some things over?"

"Yes," Buck is saying before the last sentence finishes emerging from Tommy's mouth. "Yes, please. I brought you cookies. They're in the car, I couldn't – I couldn't carry them and hold the signs at the same time."

"How about I take these," Tommy says, taking the stack of posters from Buck's suddenly nerveless fingers, "and you go get the cookies, and you come inside for a while?"

"Okay," Buck says, and does that.

Just under a year later, when they're decorating for their second Christmas together, Tommy unearths the signs from a plastic tub of fake garland. Evan laughs at himself while they hang ornaments on the tree, still a little embarrassed. I can't believe I thought that would work, he says. I can't believe it did work.

I can, Tommy says, and holds up a plastic sprig of mistletoe, and reels him in for a kiss.

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Team radioactive wastes' coping skills will never not amaze me lmaoo

Anon this is why I never venture into the hotd tags because I know if I come across posts like this then I won't be able to stop myself from responding 😭 I truly meant for this post to be short but it got pretty long so apologies for that lol. Also you sent me this ask like a month ago so sorry for taking forever to respond.

First of all, them saying "team black stans is being almost hysterical, trying to convince us that Saint Rhaenyra would never dare to kill Alicent's children" is immediately disproven by this quote in the book:

"Her first act as queen was to declare Ser Otto Hightower and Queen Alicent traitors and rebels. "As for my half-brothers and my sweet sister, Helaena," she announced, "they have been led astray by the counsel of evil men. Let them come to Dragonstone, bend the knee, and ask for my forgiveness, and I shall gladly spare their lives and take them back into my heart, for they are my own blood, and no man or woman is as accursed as the kinslayer"."

I have no idea where team green stans get the idea Rhaenyra is the bloodthirsty monster of the story because the paragraph right after that one is Aegon II saying:

"I want them attainted, I want them arrested, and I want them dead".

He said this at the start of the war, before there were deaths on either side, and yet he was still ready to kill his sister and her family. Aegon II then went on to throw a party for Aemond when Lucerys was murdered. But some people still think Rhaenyra was the monster.

Rhaenyra was willing to accept her siblings if they joined her side because she knew they had been manipulated by Alicent and Otto all their lives. While Aegon immediately wanted every single one of them dead and had to be talked down from it.

Of course I know there will be some team green stans that will say that Rhaenyra was bluffing and she would have murdered them anyways but she gave mercy to Alicent of all people simply because she was her father's wife even after declaring her a traitor and a rebel. And this was after Rhaenyra already lost multiple children because of the war and was going slightly mad from grief. Rhaenyra still didn't have Alicent killed even after Alicent mocked and belittled the deaths of Rhaenyra's sons and acted like the deaths of Rhaenyra's son mattered little compared to Alicent's own children by saying "bastard blood shed at war".

Let not have it forgotten that Rhaenyra herself did not commit any kinslaying during the war but Aegon II and Aemond did. Rhaenyra tried having mercy on her enemies who never once tried showing her and her family any.

It is insane to me how much team green stans will focus on Rhaenyra possibly killing her siblings but yet they fail to blame Alicent and Otto for making Aegon, Helaena, Aemond, and Daeron targets in the first place with all their scheming. Alicent and Otto apparently did what they did because they feared Alicent's children would be killed by Rhaenyra, so they started a deadly war that ended up killing them all anyways, it makes no sense.

I dislike that Rhaenyra gets all the blame in the tense relationship between her and her siblings. Do team green stans think Rhaenyra just woke up one day and decided to not get along with her siblings? Do they really not think that Alicent was not heavily involved in them not liking each other?

Her siblings were made to be a threat against her since day 1. Rhaenyra was a 9 year old child who just lost her mother but yet she still accepted Alicent as her stepmother when she easily could have thrown a fit over her father marrying again.

"Princess Rhaenyra poured for her stepmother at the feast, and Queen Alicent kissed her and named her "daughter". The princess was amongst the women who disrobed the king and delivered him to the bedchamber of his bride"

That was not someone who wanted to dislike her stepmother and future siblings. Alicent turned against 10 year old Rhaenyra as soon as she gave Viserys sons. Alicent was the one turned the court into two fractions.

Op said that us team black stans think: "that Otto and Alicent are the second and third coming of Satan, and they are must be blame for everything"

By the time the book mentions that 3 of her siblings have been born in the book we have seen nothing negative from Rhaenyra about Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond. But we do see multiple attempts from Alicent and Otto to discredit her and push for Aegon to be made successor:

"The amity between Her Grace and her stepdaughter had proved short-lived, for both Rhaenyra and Alicent aspired to be the first lady of the realm... and though the queen had given the king not one but two male heirs, Viserys had done nothing to change the order of succession"

"Those who asked, "What of the ruling of the Great Council of 101?" found their words falling on deaf ears. The matter had been decided, so far as King Viserys was concerned"

"Still, questions persisted, not the least from Queen Alicent herself. Loudest amongst her supporters was her father, Ser Otto Hightower"

"Even after Ser Otto had returned to Oldtown, a "queen's party" still existed at court; a group of powerful lords friendly to Queen Alicent and supportive of the rights of her sons"

They were the ones that made her siblings be her enemies by trying to rob her of her claim to the throne to give to her brother. What was young Rhaenyra supposed to do in this situation?

Also during this time is when we see Alicent say: "'Ser Criston protects the princess from her enemies, but who protects the princess from Ser Criston?' Queen Alicent asked one day at court" and I am convinced she did not say this in court, in front of other people, out of genuine concern for 13 year old Rhaenyra but as a way to slyly question the heir's virtue for the first time, something they loved using against her later on.

So yes I do completely believe that Alicent and Otto are to blame for everything. Between the years of 107 AC - 110 AC we don't see much of Rhaenyra at all but we do see Alicent and Otto actively working against her and splitting the court apart. And this is just the very beginning of their actions against Rhaenyra. In an effort to keep this post from getting insanely long, I won't even be mentioning everything they did over the next couple decades, such as being the ones who committed treason and started the Dance while Rhaenyra was minding her own business on Dragonstone.

And if we're talking about House of the Dragon, the idea that Rhaenyra would kill her siblings came from Otto Hightower. Otto was removed from his position as Hand of the King because of Rhaenyra and Alicent was trying to defend her and so I believe that Otto made up that Rhaenyra would harm Alicent's children in the future because he wanted to keep control over Alicent. He would not be there anymore to ensure they remained divided so he came up with some egregious lie to make sure Alicent would remain loyal to him and the future plan of usurping Rhaenyra.

We see no such indication from Rhaenyra herself in season 1 that she means her siblings any harm. Even in season 2 she's still incredibly reluctant to hurt that side of her family (except for Aemond because he killed her son) and was upset over the death of Jaehaerys because she didn't want to hurt Helaena.

Teenage Aegon didn't seem to feel threatened by Rhaenyra until Alicent made him feel threatened by her.

As you all know, Rhaenyra was just so scary and threatening during her time living in the Red Keep that she was somehow the one getting mistreated and bullied by Alicent to the extent she had to move to Dragonstone to get away from it 🤔 but yeah Rhaenyra was the threat and meant her siblings harm...

Otto was scheming to get a half Hightower/Targaryen on the throne before Rhaenyra was even made heir in the show. Rhaenyra got in the way by being made heir and so Otto began plotting to have the throne usurped. Alicent participated in this and helped. She raised her children to hate Rhaenyra. Alicent knew what her father had planned and did nothing to stop it. So yeah once again Alicent and Otto are the bad guys and I truly do not understand the mental gymnastics that team green stans do to defend them.

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I was just going to ignore the rest of their post and only focus on the beginning of it because I didn't want this post getting any longer but I couldn't resist including some honorable mentions. From here on out, I'm not using the book as a reference because the original post seems to be mostly based on House of the Dragon and the person even discredits using the book as proof lol.

Op says: "As proof, you are given quotes from a book that these fans have hardly read in its entirety, their own opinion, which, of course, is an indisputable fact". - I have actually read the book in its entirety and I don't even know what to say here because yeah the proof is actually in the book and it's in the show that Alicent, Otto, and the rest of the Greens are to blame for everything. My opinion is always based on what I have seen in the book and the show. Meanwhile I believe that most team green stans have hardly even read one single page of Fire & Blood and their "proof" is usually just based on whatever their feelings are.

"Stories like Dance of the Dragons require you to dive into the personalities of both teams so you can understand the tragedy of the situation" - Op says this but then does nothing but bash all of the Blacks. They seemingly refuse to see their point of view, all while focusing on the Greens and their feelings. Doesn't seem like they have dived into the personalities of both teams because from everything they say the Blacks are all monsters while anything the Greens did can be excused. It's the hypocrisy for me because they're mirroring the exact behavior they just criticized others for.

"Your father doesn't care about you, and you don't understand why. Did you do something wrong? Why does your father love your half-sister and her children, but not you and your siblings? Why doesn't he protect you from your nephews' bullying?" - Alicent didn't protect her son from the bullying either and she was actually aware of it whereas Viserys didn't seem to be. She pretty much told Aemond that he needed to not make a fuss about it because their side of the family needed to appear united. Also why only mention Jace and Luke bullying Aemond and not the fact that Aegon was the ringleader of it all?? Jace and Luke were much younger than both Aegon and Aemond and they only wanted to impress Aegon so I think it's ridiculous that they tend to get all the blame for it while team green stans usually make up excuses for Aegon's treatment of Aemond.

"Your half-sister Rhaenyra HATES you. She shows no shame in showing her disdain, barely tolerates your existence, and never punishes her children for bullying you. She won't talk to you, won't play with you, and even seems to hate your name." In the show we don't see Rhaenyra hating her siblings. Where is her disdain? Where does she barely tolerate their existence? Where are we shown that Rhaenyra is aware her sons are bullying Aemond? Due to the large time jumps, we can't say for certainty if Rhaenyra ever did interact with her siblings or not in season 1. We only get to see one episode of Rhaenyra with her sons living in the Red Keep and it doesn't provide enough information for any of us to be making statements about her relationships with others. Also Rhaenyra is a grown woman with her own children and responsibilities to worry about, I can't blame her for not playing with her siblings.

"Your father yells at Aegon because Aemond said that Aegon is the one who lied about your nephews being legitimate Velaryons." - Yeah Viserys yelled at him but Alicent straight up slapped him right before that for not keeping an eye on Aemond even though that should be her responsibility as their mother. Aegon was forced to take the blame and get yelled at because he didn't want to blame Alicent. Maybe Alicent shouldn't have been telling dangerous gossip to her kids if she didn't want them possibly getting in trouble for it.

"Laenor dies, and you hear that Rhaenyra has married Daemon, ignoring the mourning period. You remember this man - he laughed at Laena's funeral" - Op goes on to be sympathetic towards Vaemond, neglecting to mention how Vaemond was using his eulogy for his niece's funeral to take shots at Rhaenyra and her sons. Daemon, who probably laughed in disbelief over Vaemond's audacity, is the bad guy but not Vaemond?

[novannon]

Lonely.

I never ever felt this lonely before... Why in discord? That place was basically joy.

Sure i got it then all the sudden my life became hell, but i had friends there right?

...Not really many. we just talk then they leave. Sunny and Rei didn't really talk to me much either even though i spent my time with them.

The only ones i could really trust were Cara , Leaf, Akito Sophia and Azalea honestly....oh and my momma of course!!

When i was banned from that thing of a community , i felt empty.

..or so i thought.

On that time, i was working on what'd be happening with Kamizaka agency

After i was ungrounded, I luckily gave Cara Azalea, mom and Leaf my Tumblr, and i guess we could talk there. Also Sophia already had my Tumblr so I'll talk to her about wanting to kiss girls there ahahahdjwakcnm.. women

"I heard about Au roleplay blogs! It'd be cool to make one of that detective au of Project Sekai that ive been working on." I thought. And that was a good idea!

Tomiho was the first one i saw honestly, then we interacted.

It actually got people interested - I'm skipping the part with the flower princess an au because that thing was deleted.

I got in another friend disbanding so i thought about it then I made the Superhero Au.

"hehe, if i post this funny thing about An shapeshifting into Akito, I'll probably use this thing more." I did that,

"Can i make an akito account lol" ...That wasnt the exact message but, it made me surprised.

Someone was actually interested? I decided to let them.

...It grew.

And I made Hypnosis sekai out of a stupid idea...

Then Crimson came. I was excited to actually... Have people interested in my ideas.

Everything grew and came so quickly to the point of new year.

We all have may just known each other for months besides Azalea, Cara and Leaf but....

Im thankful.

The funny moments in the superhero au, the canaries in the hypnosekai au, the coffee stuff in Kamizaka...

They made me happy.

Was it cause it wasn't just some random friend break up? Drama? Vent? I didnt know how to feel.

..And this is where my message to you all comes.

Thank you, @rad-fire @starfrill (idk man i got braindead remembering ur user) @internetxstarz @crime-soncloud @ithappenedonroute66 @reazelf411 @the-depths-of-the-coral-sea @enanannnnn @mycutiemelody @phiaiso , I sadly cannot tag everyone here because they might not wanna get tagged but... This is also for the ones who weren't tagged.

Thank you for everything you've done for me... And I wanna give that all back to you! You all are amazing people. I thought i was never gonna feel at peace again. But i found out that many people in this community actually cared and wanted to see more of what I do, and I absolutely feel the same! I wanna do everything that is there with all of you. Please talk to me if you need anything and once again,

Thank you. :)

[itsb3anbug]

Helly Animation | Mary by Alex G

just a small animation i made

[heartorbit]

revstar emu save me

[tiffanyachings]

it would have been very beautiful. camilla would have had to cook (horrible bone soup)

[allthesmiles]

Rainworld Art month, Day 2: Submerged Superstructure!

Yeah yeah i know the last one i made could've counted as a day two post aswell, since it included the Heart but screw it, May as well have some more fun with it.

I took way longer than i should've on this lmao, hope ya'll enjoy!

(in all honesty I may redo this one specifically, Not exactly the most proud of this one)

[primal-con]

Nobody look at me I’ve been possessed

Special thanks to all the people who voted on that poll and gave their thoughts in the tags/replies, especially @/speckeltail for the scales idea because hEll yes!! (wingless + Megs false cutie mark ver. under the cut)

[theokusgallery]

I hate that I have reoccurring themes in everything I make. YES this guy has a complex over the fact that everyone prefers his sibling AGAIN. YES he was ostracized by his peers since he was in primary school and never knew why until years later. URGH

[cidandy]

i fear the general public may not deserve her...but you get to see girl cider as a treat because i like her & i can't stop drawing her.

[chiropteracupola]

a collection of stewards (in no particular order)

[these are going to be used in @butler-battle-bracket! because there are no good pictures that I could find of any of these guys!]