#im proud of him but fuck it stings a little

[silverislander]

people smarter than me have said this before but jesus christ why does every job seem to require at least a year of experience and a degree in some hyperspecific field. where did the entry level positions go? how am i even supposed to get experience if none of yall will give me a job without it?

[kissesfordaryl]

daryl dixon & kinks.

top male reader.

CHOKING.

hes obsessed with the how easily your larger hands fit over his neck, how gentle you are as you squeeze and watch his eyes flutter close. your fingers are constantly dancing around his neck, just teasing. its gets him riled up and he has to actively try to not think dirty.

if hes riding you, he'll drag your hand off of his hip and up his body, urging you to take your grip and squeeze and squeeze until he comes all over your stomaches. other than that, he adores taking your fat cock down his throat, and letting his spit pool up there. he gets lightheaded but enjoys just sitting there on his knees, taking you all.

MARKING.

at first, he wanted to avoid any marks. he already disliked pda- and he didnt want the rest of the group knowing what he got up to with you. eventually as the years passed, he didnt mind a few hickeys making their way up his skin and below his jaw. the feeling of being owned- of others knowing that you did that to him, it got him off. that doesn't mean those are the only marks he has though. youre ruthless when youve got him to yourself: sucking dark and purple bruises into his inner thighs or below his nipple or on the curve of his ass. you'd take any skin you could get. daryl pretends he hates the sting of it- but really it gets him hard when he sees the reminders of how hard you fucked him the other night.

PRAISE.

more than anything, he wants to make you proud. he looks to you for everything- from the smallest to the biggest of things. if youre giving him directions during sex, he'll try his damndest to follow through. he's not really a brat; he doesnt find pleasure in failing you. all he wants to hear is how good he takes it, how good he's being for you, how pretty he looks with his legs wrapped around you.

DEGRADATION&HUMILIATION.

although he doesn't really find pleasure in failing you, his cock'll start twitching if you get a little mean. he cant help but agree whenever you call him pathetic, because he knows its true. your mocking tone thats just shy of cruel, the names you call him- all of it was true. he'd only apologize and nod, tears brimming his eyes and hair falling in his face.

HAIR PULLING.

with his long hair constantly falling in his face, you were bound to be a little rough sooner or later. the way you can take control so easily just by pulling has him weak for you- and who doesnt know it?

EDGING.

"cant you take a little more?" youve got your fingers wrapped around daryls dick, tugging and tugging and playing at his sensitive slit. "i mean, look how good im makin' you feel. least you could do is hold out a little longer, right?" it was a game to you, and he could barely hang on. edging him is the fastest way to get him whimpering, crying, gasping. on one hand, he just wants to come all over your hand, paint your face with it- but on the other, he wants to be able to make you proud. hes usually got a 50-50 chance of making it.

MANHANDLING.

one of things that might just embarrass him the most: manhandling. daryl was more than capable of handling himself. he was considered one of the more stronger people in his group. but none of that mattered next to you. you were broader, bulkier, stronger. he loves getting fucked against a wall, the thrill of someone even seeing, how easy it was for you to maneuver him in whatever position you wanted. maybe if you were hard enough youd leave hand prints.

man im obsessed with him☹️

[norizz-nation]

Charles + car sex + breeding

Just the perfect combination 😮‍💨

Too much ❤️

Summary: when it comes to you and charles fucking in his car, things can get really messy and hot

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, breeding kink, anal, daddy kink, slut shaming, choking, dacryphilia, face slapping

Charles' Ferrari was something so precious to him. He loved his car so much. Probably more than you. But it didn't bother cause at the end of the day he gonna come crawling to you when he's needy. Tonight was a big night. Ever since Charles wrapped a ring around your finger, you both didn’t have much time to celebrate with his family and friends. "Don't wear anything that will make you regret it later darling" charles said as he fixed his shirt looking at himself in the mirror. "Its not my fault that no matter what I wear, it always pushes your button" you said as you smirked and went closer to him. You then hugged him from behind and kissed his back.

You wore this short satin dress that made every single curve of your body look perfect. You then finished doing your makeup. "Baby, we're getting late for dinner" charles said from your shared bedroom with him. As soon as you got out of the bathroom, charles' jaw dropped. Eyeing you slowly up and down. His expression was enough for you to understand that you took his breath away. You then smiled as you went to the edge of the bed charles was sitting. His hands couldn’t help but roam through your satin clothing as every time his hands went up, your ass flashed a little.

"No panties?" Charles' voice started to sound a bit harsh as you smiled at him innocently as you ran your fingers through his hair and shook your head. “Darling youre gonna pay for this, i swear, you are” Charles said as you pouted and leaned in to kiss him but he just grabbed you by your jaw as he whispered in your ear "do i look like im just messing around with you huh?" his breath started to tingle in your ear as you squirmed in his touch, his words, his breaths making you already so needy.

At the dinner, all you did was push charles' buttons. You teased him the whole time. Touching his thighs under the table. Perking your ass at his pretty visible bulge. You knew you were putting him on edge by the fact that you weren’t wearing any panties. His jaw clenched every time you did something like that. After having dinner you went to the bathroom and fixed your lipstick as you saw charles coming in. "What the fuck are you doing huh?" he said as his jaw clenched trying his best not to lose his mind and pull your dress up and start fucking you right there. "Nothing" you said innocently as you turned to look at him. He then grabbed your jaw as the other hand pulled on your hair forcing you to look at him. "Nothing? Then why are you acting like a slut in front of everyone?" charles said as a hard slap came across your cheek and it started to sting in pain. Your eyes tearing up. "I really need to put you in place, dont i?" he said as his hands caressed the cheek that he slapped earlier.

"Ohh f-fuck fuck daddy i-its too much for me! S-slow down!" you managed to get those words out as charles was fucking you in his beautiful Ferrari. His hands not leaving your ass as he guided your ass up and down his dick. Although you were on top of him but he was the one in charge. "I know you can take it baby. Its not like we haven’t done it before?" he said as he smirked. Your head fell back as you started to see stars. His breaths, your moans, skins slapping each other. Everything was just too much as you felt tears forming in your eyes. Your jaw dropped when you felt charles pushing two fingers inside your ass for a better grip as the double penetration hit you hard. You couldnt help but cry out in pleasure as he fingered your ass and fucked you at the same time. “Oh-h god im gonna c-cum so hard daddy, fuck!” You screamed out as your grip on his hair tightened. “Cum around my dick baby. I can feel your pussy squeeze out all your juices. Make daddy proud and cum like a good girl” he said as his pace continued to be fast. “Fuck fuck fuck” you murmured quite a lot of times as you came and your whole body ran out of energy. Being so vulnerable above him.

Charles then again guided your ass up and down his dick as you cried out in pleasure. “D-daddy t-too much p-please” you said as your tears ruined your makeup for the night. “But im not done yet baby. Let me fill you up with my warm cum. You want daddy to be proud of you right? Then take daddy’s dick like a good little girl and let your pussy swallow every drop of my cum” he said as one of his hands wrapped around your neck tightly as you whined at his words.

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask what you want me to write! luv you ❤️

[00000000point00000000]

so i got like 150 cals too much today (shoulve been 300) bc i was travelling for like 6 hours and my day was PACKED.

had 2 eggs for breakfast and fried them in water which, lets be real, doesnt fucking work. visited my family and had a salad with cranberries, lenses, quinoa and a little bit of feta for lunch while spending some time with the reason i have an eating disorder (my mum) and drinking her beloved detox tea.

had a huge anxiety attack when i got home (note to self, dont drink coffee) and ate some of the food (broccoli and tortellini) my boyfriend made. i dont feel really bad about it bc i probably burned it off today anyways and will cut the amount of calories from tomorrow too. still stings a little thoooo. im proud of myself for just eating a little bit and not giving into the urge of shoving the whole pot down my troath🥰

anddd i told my boyfriend yesterday that i kind of relapsed and he was so understanding. i know hes worried but i also know he realized it before i told him, so its better to be honest right away ig. he promised not to force me to eat but im not sure how this will play out when it gets really bad again. it still feels right, at least i dont have to lie to him now.

my body is getting used to not eating as much i think, which makes it easier to get shit done. so thats great! but lets be fr, relapsing is so scary. especially when your logical side and your sick side are like two different people. bc there is a voice in my head that says "wtf are you doing to yourself". its just not loud enough.

if you hear that voice, try to listen. reach out, recover, get your life back. coming from me thats pathetic, i know, but i genuinely wouldnt wish this shit on my worst enemy and im so fucking sorry for everyone who has to live like this.

anyways, enough food for thought🥰

i had a glass of white wine with my friend. idk i just feel like drinking is such a waste of calories, i hate that a beer is 250-300. like??! but im not 16 anymore so theres no way im drinking vodka on an empty stomach😭

feeling: tipsy🤪

[hum-suffer]

I'm Yours 2

Ishan has always been a light sleeper. His mother was proud of him and his dad, a man who craved snacks at midnight, bemoaned his habits.

So when he wakes up on Sunday morning with a fresh gajra tied on his wrist, for a moment, he wonders if this is a hallucination or a dream. He blinks and pinches his thigh, the sharp sting reminding him that it's reality. He frowns, and touches the gajra. It's real.

Ishan takes a deep breath.

"Let's bathe first and then deal with this," he says to himself. Another beat passes as he reconsiders his promise to himself. "Maybe have some tea first."

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He's so fucking glad that he had the tea first.

The moment he was more awake, he was panicking.

Someone fucking broke into his house? His house? His ancestral, beloved house that had marble flooring which made clancking sounds everytime he walked? Ishan cracks his neck and takes another fortifying breath, staring at the discarded gajra on the dining table. It feels very audacious. And flattering.

The thought is horrifying and for a moment, Ishan imagines his grandfather shaking his head at the bloody idiocy Ishan possesses. Wryly, he says outloud,"I'm a very good source of entertainment, aren't I, Dadaji?"

The house obviously remains silent. In a surprising turn, the loneliness he often feels seeps right back in.

He glances at the gajra again. "Hey, at least, someone alive gets entertainment from me."

He knows he should report this. But for now, he doesn't want to care. It's a bloody Sunday and he will be damned if something ruins his Sunday, even if it's a stalker/admirer.

A message pops on his phone just as he's about to wash his cup. 'Did you like the gajra, love?'

'don't have the hair for it, dude.'

He probably shouldn't antagonise a probable sociopath.

But hey, what is life, if not had decisions taken in the spirit of loneliness?

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When he's more settled, in the evening, Ishan goes out for a walk. His body aches in protest and the ink marks on his fingers dictate his profession to anyone who cares to see.

End of semester season is horrible, but more so when he already has to plan so much. Tomorrow's the seminar for something techy— Ishan doesn't know, he's the Hindi teacher, and he'd rather prefer not to know. Those things just rot his brain and he hates the seminars more than students, probably, but he'd do just about anything to take some load off of Virat bhaiya. Jaddu almost always lightens the mood at seminars, and he's back from his holiday to Jamnagar, and Ishan is counting on him to be the better part.

Apart from Shubhman, that is.

Ishan cannot get over his silly little crush, no matter how hard he tries and he hates it. That's a celebrity. A good looking, smart philanthropist who also owns a registered firm.

Ishan doesn't know the name of the firm, he realises with a groan. He gets his phone out, shoots a quick text to Shreyas to prepare the introduction speech for Shubhman.

The admirer, has sent him another message.

'Do you have any favourite colour?'

'yes, it's the shade stfu of the colour mind your business.'

'Lol. Really, tho. Don't make me dissect your wardrobe and make a guess, love'

Ishan's eyes narrow. He's not going to be ordered around by this bullshiter.

'Be my guest, love'

'i'm gonna overlook the rudeness for that endearment'

'Im gonna kill u'. Ishan doesn't even realise he's smiling until he casts a random glance at the windows of parked car. He controls his smile instantly.

'your looks already have'

Ishan scoffs at the blatantly cheesy line. Ew. 'Stay dead.'

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'You have an awful amt of blue clothes'

The message greets Ishan early in the morning, and so does the smell of jasmines. He looks down and there it is— a gajra tied on his wrist.

The pounding headache that he already has becomes more pronounced as he passes through the motions of his schedule, the message a background chatter in his head until he has the cup of tea in his hands.

So.

That happened.

Yesterday's gajra and today's gajra, side by side, stare at Ishan. Ishan gulps. He should not have done that— any of that.

"Kya kar Raha hai tu," he mutters to himself as his thumb hovers over the block button. Why is he hesitating?

(Maybe because he doesn't care of he's dead or alive. Maybe because he wants the attention. Maybe because the idea of being so desired makes him warm. Maybe because someone only focusing on him makes him feel cherished.

Ishan doesn't dissect these ideas.)

He blocks the number and reports it for good measure.

He's already almost late— the quest to find his beloved oversized blue silk shirt had taken too much time. He's probably left it back home, maybe. He doesn't remember taking it there but he's always been clumsy so who knows? He'll continue the quest later.

The smell of jasmines cling to his nose even after he's deliberately choosen a woodsy perfume.

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Shubhman is at perfect time.

Avesh, the admin staff manager, came almost running to Ishan when Shubhman, bless him, called in advance to say that he'll be at the college withing fifteen minutes.

If Shubhman keeps this up, Ishan will do something embarassing— like quoting Hannibal or something. The sheer appreciation Ishan feels for the man is beyond words.

As always, Rohit bhaiya had forgotten the matchsticks somewhere but Jas had come through and Ishan is now running around only making sure the height of the mic and the placement of flowers.

Siraj drags him forcefully to the gate of the faculty, to greet Shubhman. A volunteer student clicks photos as Virat Bhai hugs Shubhman, who always appears star struck at the attention from their resident King. Rohit bhaiya squeezes Shubhman in a tight hug and the smile Shubhman has on his face is blinding.

(Ishan wishes someone was as happy to see him. His colleagues are always fun, but they have lives— Ishan doesn't.)

When Shubhman turns to him, Ishan can't help but stare. He's wearing a navy blazer over a white shirt and dark blue jeans. His eyes, they're dark and intense. Ishan feels frozen.

"Ishan." His voice sounds so fucking good. He steps forward and before Ishan can hold his hand out for a handshake, Shubhman steps in his personal space and gives him a side hug.

Ishan breathes in, to calm his heart, and catches a distantly familiar scent from Shubhman. It's probably a kind of perfume Ishan knows, he's obsessed with scents.

"Shubhman. It's a pleasure to meet you again."

What the FUCK is he saying. Ishan wants to dig a hole in some lonely ground and bury himself. A pleasure to meet him? Could he be anymore obvious?

"Trust me, the pleasure is all mine."

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The seminar goes on for two hours, perfectly adhering to the scheduled time and Shubhman has prepared enough to be also able to do a QnA. Ishan will marry him.

The students rush out of the seminar hall without a second thought, all of them sleepy and wanting to enjoy the rest of their day after the cancellation of their classes.

Ishan hums to himself as he wraps up the extra papers and wires, the bag for Shubhman ready to take. "Tulsi, reusable pen, certificate." He counts everything outloud and puts the bag aside. Someone lifts it up instantly. Ishan whips around, seeing Shubhman standing there grinning at him.

"Hello, there."

"Hi, Shubhman. How long have you been standing here?"

"Just long enough to hear that aap Mumbai aa sakte hai."

Ishan feels his face heat up instantly and shakes his head. Shubhman laughs. "Come on, I feel like we should close this hall before someone closes us inside it."

Would it really be so bad?

Oh god, when did he turn into a desperate teenager?

Ishan follows Shubhman out, talking about measley things like movies and songs, to see him off and help him settle with the gifts but they're met with Virat bhaiya and Rohit bhaiya standing at the gate of the faculty and a thundering rain.

Fuck.

They both despise the rain. Ishan does too, to be honest. Almost everyone at the college hates it. Mostly, because after rain, their usually pristine college roads turn into water holding corners at some areas and the greenery in their college always allows for mosquitoes after a good rain.

Virat bhaiya shakes his head,"Unnatural rains, at the time of diwali no less! Kya zindagi hai yaar."

"Why are you being dramatic?" Ishan asks with a groan,"I have to go back on my bike! I'm already applying for sick leave for tomorrow, Rohit bhaiya."

Before Rohit bhaiya can say anything, though, Shubhman frowns at him. "But why do you want to get soaked? I have my car, I'll drop you off at your place."

"Absolutely not, I'm not going to impose on you like that. And what about my bike?"

"I'll send Rutu or someone with it tomorrow to pick you up, bhai." Rohit bhaiya says. "Don't get sick uselessly! Shubhman is right, you don't need to get soaked for nothing."

Shubhman nods along,"And it's not imposing if I offered. Come on, let me do my good deed for the week."

Ishan looks helplessly at Virat bhaiya. He lifts his chin and gives him a reassuring look.

"Okay."

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[artdcnaldson]

kit on main? whaaat?

anyways um re: roleswap au yeah i think art would just straight up give up. like we see from the start that art likes tennis, but he doesn't Love Tennis Like That. he's a good player who, under tashi specifically, gets to be Very Good, but no ones mistaking him for the next roger federer, yanno?

but maybe that's part of it? maybe he does give up. maybe he loses tashi and loses his tennis with it and thats the point? idk maybe he takes a break from it. goes back to school, plays on an intramural team to keep the skill up a little, gets a post-grad degree. maybe he makes something of himself in another world, in business or science or academia, and he stays as just the best guy at his country club.

maybe sometimes he still plays the lower ranked challengers for some shits n gigs, enters with a few mates from the club just because they can. no biggie. it's just a fun, casual way to kill a weekend in new rochelle.

until fucking patrick zweig and tashi motherfucking duncan (now zweig?) show up.

idk man im spitballing here but you know heres some food for thought ♡

Ohhhhhhh <3

Art Donaldson going back to school to become like, idk, an orthodontist or a physical therapist or something. His family floats him a loan to start his own practice, and he’s so handsome, so charming and nice it takes off.

He likes playing in tournaments, still keeps all of his trophies and Stanford merch framed at his practice. His Junior US open trophy, the trophy from Atlanta, but it’s mainly filled with trophies from smaller challengers and local tournaments.

He’s well liked, he’s personable. People like playing him even if they know he’ll win. He’s really content, honestly.

He’s 30 and he’s already set to retire comfortably. If he has kids he can let them take over the family business, keep them taken care of for life.

He’s just playing for fun— because he needs that tie back to his glory days, or whatever. He doesn’t even think he’ll win or advance past the second round, but Patrick’s there.

Patrick, fresh off meniscus surgery, unwilling to take the time off and be coddled. He’s dominating his way through the bracket, and Art can’t just lose now.

His body aches, he’s not built to play so hard, so consistently. He sits in the sauna at the country club, wondering what the point even is. Patrick isn’t talking to him. Tashi’s avoided him like the plague. He’s fine with that. It sting seeing them. Patrick, his ex best friend, ex… whatever. Tashi, who had their marriage annulled after three months. She thought things would be different. They both did.

Art’s entire body perks up as the door opens, as Patrick slinks in, naked and uncaring. Three years ago his sex tape leaked in some massive icloud hack. Art watched it, felt very familiar with the body in the grainy footage.

He has a new scar on his knee, Art’s eyes flick up, meet his, and Patrick’s smiling in a way that wrinkles around his eyes.

“Hey, pal,” Patrick says, and he sits way too close, his hairy thigh pressed against Art’s. He’s trying to get in his head, to throw him off, which is pointless. Art doesn’t care about winning. He cares about Patrick. “Congratulations on making the final. I’m sure your country club is real proud.”

Art looks away, cheeks burning. “Oh, fuck off.”

[bittybeanie]

hiiii its been long since i requested anything im general hahaha but how do u think reigen’s f s/o would react on things happening in final arc and the epilogue its so interesting to me plus your writing is so genius i love it! have a nice day love!!

hiiii! thank you so much!! OH GOD i have so many thoughts and feelings on the final arc let's Jump Right Into It (featuring a teensy bit of "mob is basically your kid" because, well, i have a lot of feelings about that too)

first of all just- worry. you'd probably have a sneaking suspicion that everything going on was because of psychic powers but you might not associate it with mob specifically quite as fast as reigen would. and of course you wouldn't be able to get in touch with anybody so that worry would just build and build until you finally said fuck the evacuation order and went looking at the office.

you and serizawa get there at the same time after reigen sends him away and you're immediately like "where is he." but serizawa sure as hell can't say "well, reigen is currently chucking himself full force into a psychic tornado in an attempt to save the kid you've practically adopted and i just left him there because he told me he had something important he needed to say on his own" so what comes out instead is more like "um. he's. um. reigen. um. kageyama? with kageyama." the vague knowledge that they're together is enough to calm you for the time being and you end up waiting it out in the office with serizawa.

you're not exactly thrilled when reigen shows up covered in blood and cuts after sounding like everything was fine on the phone, but the relief of seeing him intact way overshadows anything else you're feeling when you bolt up to meet them at the door. reigen is pretty sure it's impossible for him to be any more in love with you than he is while he watches you give mob a onceover for injuries and scoop him up into a hug. you're a lot more gentle when you hug reigen because he looks rough, but he squeezes you with everything he's got. all three of you cry, but none of you address it. serizawa graciously looks away, and floats over a box of tissues.

as for the aftermath, treating! his! wounds! neither of you really say anything, there's just the occasional hiss from him when the disinfectant stings a bit too much followed by your immediate response of "I know, I'm sorry, sweetheart." every so often, his hand on your knee will tighten as he tries not to cry again, and you'll take his hand to anchor him as you keep wiping at the dried blood on his face. you'll need to do a more in depth check on him once the two of you get home, but your main focus is getting him cleaned up and into the spare outfit he keeps at the office so he can go back to feeling a little more normal and a little less Vulnerable.

when he finally tells you what happened, he expects you to yell at him for being so reckless, but you just sorta sit quietly until you're sure he's done. you've always admired his willingness to throw himself into situations to save others, to step in where other people probably wouldn't, so it's not like you're upset with him for doing what he thought he needed to do. if anything, you're proud, especially because you know how hard the admission would have been for him. but… you're also not oblivious to the fact that he just walked to the office barefoot. you settle on "I'm glad you're safe." he responds with "me too," and you're not sure even he knows whether he means you or himself. either way, you believe him.

after his confession to mob, it would be easier for his walls to come down around you as well. i don't think he'd start dating you without you knowing the whole Fake Psychic thing in the first place, but mob knowing too just means a whole layer of stress has been taken away from his life and he can breathe a little easier. he still lies sometimes out of… instinct? self-preservation? dramatic embellishment? but by now it's gotten pretty easy for you to tell when he does it, which is less and less as time goes on. the fact that you seem to fall more and more in love with him the more he tells the truth instead of pushing him away like he thought you would definitely helps.

i have a lot of feelings about his birthday in general that i'm having a hard time articulating but i'm also just thinking specifically about the cake incident like… holding his jaw and gently wiping the frosting off his face and laughing with him while all the kids are like "oooooooh!" is a very funny image to me. he's already embarrassed and you feel a little bad but you just can't pass up a chance like this. you give him a lil kiss on the cheek as an apology but it just makes him more flustered because now the kids will NEVER let him live it down.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

i'm so happy you liked it!!! wow, you're just as insane as I am. life is good. our thoughts are in sync. the tragedy that speaks to the core. thank YOU. it's refreshing to let your slightly crazy thoughts out there and be welcomed. im absolutely insane for their dynamic (im dying to live this). you have no idea (im losing it). i personally think gojo would be relieved once he's king, he's in control now, it's natural to him. there are more possibilities and he's so prepared. but you know what? becoming king has its duties and one of them is that prince!gojo's hand has been promised before he was born. i wonder how he'd cope with that knowing he belongs to someone else. i like to think he'd rebel and refuse the marriage completely (for personal, selfish reasons), but again he isn't childish in the sense of ignoring politics completely, yes? behind playful comments he is indeed a smart man. after all, he was raised to become this. he knows how to navigate the world and understands that his decisions can have massive political impact (and that this can also be negative for his knight, right? he cannot risk losing the power and privileges he owns, how would he be able to protect them? he must play the game as is). i think this might be one of the moments in his life where he'll be the most conflicted. but he'd play nice and polite when his fiance comes to visit him (i think due to gojo's natural disdain for his fiance, casual visits would be encouraged a few weeks before marriage). the first sting of jealousy knight!reader feels and oh. that's when they realize the nature of their feelings for prince!gojo. that it goes a little beyond what they thought. their dynamic might shift a little, things become uncertain and confused. knight!reader might dissociate between it all, not allowing selfish feelings to get in the way. and gojo's so annoyed and he wishes the whole building would just collapse and burn with everyone in it. and there knight!reader is, not so far away, shining only for his eyes. prince!gojo looks at them like begging for forgiveness, help, love and sadness all together while the lady by his side tries to get his attention. it's pathetic, he thinks. but his heart is somewhere else, it belongs to someone else for fucking sake!!! can't anyone see that? their first kiss would probably happen during this time I think. i can see him finding knight!reader at night, carrying the weight of the kingdom on his shoulders. and when his eyes land on them relief washes over him. soft moonlight shyly on knight's confused face asking 'satoru, are you okay?' vulnerability! comfort! home! because they belong to each other deeply, a mere look on each others face is enough to understand something is wrong. the kiss!! his little act of rebellion. he's so proud of it after, it's cute af. can you see? the blushing and all!! difficult times, ah the hurt!! at the end,,, i think ruling by himself is much gojo like, right? it would be somewhat controversial and there would be implications but to him it wouldn't be fair to fill a promise he didn't make, plus he's committed to his knight!reader already. ye? he'd learn so much and mature during this period as well. he'd find strength in his love and his love alone. it fills him with a supernatural sense of responsibility that he finally understands that knight!reader went through (though only a little, as he doesn't get his hands dirty nor commit acts of violence (i hope he does, sincerely)). and yess,,, sorry, it was too much again. or if it doesnt resonate with you, haha. omg. i am simply happy in my element talking to you. yes, uhm. you can call me momo/crazymomo if thats ok? it was supposed to be 'crazymomo' but i guess it kind got f'ed up in the way and i just didnt care about fixing it. im bringing you cake ok!!!!!

HI MOMOOO u r feeding us yet again!!!!! and same same same, its so fun to be insane together i appreciate u sm <333 mickey rlly is a genius bc ive never seen a character/reader dynamic thats caused as much insanity as knight!reader & prince!gojo they had me in a chokehold from the get-go

and OHHH these thoughts momo!!!! so tasty and interesting, i lovelovelove hearing more abt how u interpret them!! when it comes to dynamics like these i feel like everyone has their own take on them at least to some degree and i think its SOSO fun to compare!!!!

BUT OKOK let me get thru this!!! i had so much fun reading this and thinking abt it, u brought up so many things i hadnt considered yet!!

OK SO. king!gojo…… after some contemplation i think i definitely agree w u momo. i feel like satoru relaxes once he has the throne. its tough and a huge responsibility, a weight on his shoulders, but its no longer hanging over him as a burden he’ll one day have to bear, its something he’s gained and grown used to and i think he earnestly loves making a change in the society he lives in. and!! i think he is soso loved. i see him as the type to visit poorer villages all the time, financially support struggling mothers, speak to their babies and hold them all gently HES JUST SO… hes such a good man im gonna be sick. ABSOLUTELY helps all orphans he comes across they may or may not remind him of a certain knight so he cant bear to look away from them

(i do think he still longs to run away w knight!reader tho…. its just a nice daydream to him atp bc its impossible in so many ways but i think he hates the fact that being king means hes moved even further above them on the social ladder)

BUT ANYHOW ANYHOW lets get to the juicy bits. the engagement bits. i have my own take on this that differs from urs a little bit momo but i think urs is soso good and nice and romantic… and i agree on a lot too!! specifically this ohhh u get him soso well!!

behind playful comments he is indeed a smart man. after all, he was raised to become this. 

(…)

(and that this can also be negative for his knight, right? he cannot risk losing the power and privileges he owns, how would he be able to protect them? he must play the game as is.)

^ i agree soso much!!!! i think prince!gojo is very very clever, he enjoys acting goofy and has a very genuinely silly side but i do think hes both intelligent and mature. especially when it comes to politics, both for the sake of his own sense of duty AND what you said — for the sake of knight!reader!! they’re his motivation to become king in the first place, so i don’t see him doing anything that’ll cause too much of a stir; but at the same time… he gets away with a lot.

i do think rejecting his fiancee completely as a prince might be too much (his parents let him do as he pleases for the most part, but theyre not fun to deal with when they start to feel threatened lol), but once hes become king… well.

i think you’re right, momo!! he chooses to lead the nation on his own, with no queen by his side — only one very loyal knight. 

(on the topic of heirs though since thats kind of connected to this… obviously his decision causes quite a stir. who will lead the kingdom when hes gone? a king with no firstborn — how scandalous. and so on.

but satoru doesn’t care. he continues to live his life, do his duty. visiting villages, dealing with neighouring countries… and, well. maybe one day he happens to run into a particularly clever assassin, with a scar on his bottom lip, escaping by the skin of his teeth and thanks to his knight — and, who knows? maybe said assassin, bleeding out, murmurs something about a child, a run-down building, a young life soon to be lost… and maybe satoru finds said child. maybe he even feels compelled to look after him, just for a while, because that unruly hair and those guarded eyes remind him a bit too much of a certain someone.

and if satoru grows fond of said boy, if he raises him as a candidate for the throne, but with an understanding and sympathy that he never received himself — then that’s no one’s business but his own.)

my bad i got carried away PHDKFJFJ back to the topic at hand. (i just needed to bring gumi into this narrative hes my special little boy ALSO maybe just maybe suguru finds an orphaned boy in the woods w pink hair who he takes in and raises as a knight hmmmm.. wonder what that’s all about…..) SORRY IM SORRY theres. so much to think abt when it comes to this au…………..

but anyways. i think satoru abolishes the marriage the moment he becomes king — but until then hes polite, well-mannered, maybe even a tad friendly w his fiancee. just to make it easier for the both of them. he does however make it very, very clear that this is a business partnership in his mind — its not a marriage of love, it never will be. and he’s firm about it. he has no intention of leading her on.

i think he might even go as far as to say his heart belongs to someone else (hes giggling on the inside bro gets butterflies at the thought of belonging to his knight in any way shape or form), with no specifics since he doesnt want to get knight!reader into any kind of trouble with the royal court.

but yes!! this is where i think our takes differ a bit (not at ALL a bad thing i just need to make that clear!!) bc i dont rlly see knight!reader being jealous!! i see their relationship with satoru as very comfortable, w a strong sense of understanding between them. it isnt entirely romantic or entirely platonic — if i had to put it in simple terms i’d just call them soulmates. they were born to save each other. and i think both of them understand that! knight!reader is well aware that satoru doesnt feel a single thing for his fiancee, because he makes it so clear that no one has a place at his side except for knight!reader themselves. so in that sense i dont see that uncertainty appearing!! i think the only one between them who feels frustrated is satoru.

and gojo's so annoyed and he wishes the whole building would just collapse and burn with everyone in it. <- THIS IS SOOOO CANON TO ME BTW i think that when ppl are being annoying around the castle a tiny voice in his head is like ”i hope this building fucking explodes” PHDNDBD HES SO DRAMATIC…. but in this case i think hes just so frustrated, especially if his fiancee/parents make the whole engagement more troublesome than it has to be.

on that note i just gotta mention;

and there knight!reader is, not so far away, shining only for his eyes. prince!gojo looks at them like begging for forgiveness, help, love and sadness all together while the lady by his side tries to get his attention. it's pathetic, he thinks. <- GOD THIS ONE GOT ME THIS ONE GOT ME GOOD momo pls stop im in agony </3 ohhh the way his eyes reflect his soul those sad sad puppydog eyes ☹️☹️ i would fold instantly

so in simple terms!! i think knight!reader and toru feel very at home in their dynamic. i dont think knight!reader would mind at all if satoru got a fiancee — if she made him happy i think they’d even grow fond of her. theyre just very kind and accepting, and dedicated to their prince’s happiness above all else. (but, of course, satoru’s happiness only ever lies with them 😔 stupid silly dense knight.) 

BUT THE KISSSS OHHH THE KISS MOMO…. i see your vision so SO clearly. i picture their kiss by the riverbank like this too — satoru does it w/o thinking overcome by fondness and hes all giggly and giddy after. hes just happy to be alive PDJJDFJ 100% goes for a forehead kiss right after bc his heart is just bursting at the seams and his favorite person ever is right there in front of him!! all blushy and unsure!!! ohhh hes OBSESSED momo u get it ofc u do… ur version of events is so lovely and sweet!! i can really picture is so vividly!!

ANYWAY that was so fun pls never apologize, i lovelovelove long asks like this!! it was such a treat to read!! <33 IM BRINGING U A BIG CAKE TOO tysm for blessing us w this 🎂 (lets share it hehe 🍰🍰) (+ extra piece for mickey in case they see this here u go mickey 🍰)

[ohtobearandomftblog]

hey! I saw this mentioned in your pinned post and it looked fun so would you write stingxnastu hcs? (romantic)

i did that as an example just bc i saw one person complain they were boiling sting down to that and yukino in 100yq SDJKFHSK aye aye cap

before read more is when they each realized they had feelings, after is when they started to do anything with it

spoilers for gmgs and alvarez??? if people havent seen them yet

its after the gmgs and probably during the dragon king festival that sting realized he really liked natsu

like natsu kicked his ass in that 2v2 and i feel like most dragon slayers would find that hot so he probably started to realize his idolizing of "the salamander" has turned into a crush around then

which made him a bit more angry at fairy tail and a bit more willing to try and fight them in the final brawl. where he, again, got his shit wrecked. and not even by natsu

and during the festival when nearly everyone was bandaged up and already running on fumes natsu was one of the few who wasnt nearly that bad

so when the fight was nearly done and natsu was able to be on the ground and not flying on a dragon he was the only one who could move quickly

bc sting nearly got impaled by falling debris an there was no chance he could move out of the way an ultear had long since turned back time already an there wasnt much light he could hide in

natsu was able to shove him out of the way and the debris only grazed their legs. gave sting a concussion, falling down on the brick road with all the force of natsu fucking dragneel in a protective state, but that was better than death and oops there goes my heart

natsu probably realized in the alvarez arc somewhere

itd be firmly during or after sting beats larcade / rahkeid

natsu woulda had no thoughts before that. the most hed think about sting is as a friend in a lesser way to gajeel, since they both started off "bad" but gajeels in his guild and sting wasnt so. more time to bond with gajeel

when sting ate rogue's shadows natsu could feel it. hes fucking unconscious, yeah, but hes also draconic and demonic fire. he can feel the presence and absence of warmth. so when warm light meets warm darkness, he can feel it

it absolutely did not help that little "are you a dragon or a demon" thing going on in his core but it did pull him towards the right answer faster than canon. just more painful and it just kinda sped the whole thing up more so natsu was burning up on lucy's back before they could fully get to porlyusica

the realization wouldve come at the end when everyone had time to share their side of the story. saying "im neither. im human" doesnt really affect your instincts and whatnot. hed already be looking between rogue and sting when someone mentioned they were doing something after he had passed out

he had long since realize rogue's shadows could be cold and warm. he figured it was rogue doing something wacky while sting did something wacky. learning sting fought through starvation, ate rogue's shadows, and beat someone up WHILE STILL FIGHTING STARVATION. and it was ALL FOR NATSU. his heart went soaring. even if he just thought he was amazed and/or proud of how far sting had come. so he,,,, didnt actually realize it

read more ^^^

when sting realized, he also already thought natsu and lucy were together. hence his constant idea that hes just gonna be the idiot pinning in the background to an obliviously thickheaded, taken man for comedic relief

when natsu realized-without-realizing, not only did he not actually realize it, but he just kinda. shrugged. and he started wanting to get to know sting more and train with him more and fight with him more but like. thats just typical friendly behavior to natsu

and sting actually let natsu do all that. he let natsu pull him away from guild master work to talk and train and go on quests and whatnot. but it just meant that sting could throw flirts straight at natsu's face and get either a too-serious answer, a too-joking answer, or a blank stare bc what in the hell does that mean

sting would walk over to lucy at some point in time and be all "look your boyfriend is far too fucking dumb. i love him but i respect that you two are together but also can i go on fake dates with him. please think of the comedy of me, sabertooth's master, saying i go on dates with lucy heartfilia's boyfriend. thatd be so fucking funny"

but then lucy just looks at him and is all "my,,, my what? are you saying natsu's my boyfriend?"

sting would look back at her and nod and hed be confused bc. what does that mean. and when lucy starts busting a gut laughing her ass off hes even more confused

when she finally calms down shed say "natsu's more like my dumbass friend who couldnt tell the difference between flirting and shit-talking in a fight. i cant deal with something like that in a partner. hes all yours"

so sting gets excited. hes thinking about all the dates and all the gifts and all the funky little pickup lines and then he realizes just what lucy said and he realizes that not only did she immediately knew who he was talking about. meaning hes already so fucking obvious. but that natsu straight up doesnt get flirting. which is also obvious but to have it confirmed

he had run off after quickly thanking lucy. so when he realized this he was already way too far away. his hearing sucks but he KNOWS lucy is laughing her ass off and honestly he would be too if he wasnt the one smitten with a dumbass

sting would just say fine. whatever. all those fake date ideas he had were just going to be real dates whether natsu would say they were or not.

dinners

walks

picnics

sleepovers

shopping

quests

whenever he showed up at sabertooth

whenever he showed up at fairy tail

walking to get some random thing for someone

training

zooming to fairy tail in the light just to materialize for a moment, smack natsu upside the head for doing something dumb, and zooming back to sabertooth

sting got desperate to call everything a date. he even called them dates TO NATSU'S FACE. and he wasnt getting it

he saw lucy and gray and happy and cana and laxus and minerva and gajeel and mirajane fucking strauss tease natsu! hes sure erza even got in on it!! hes sure lisanna and yukino got in on it!!! natsu just kept saying how good of a friend sting was and how proud he was of his accomplishments. WHAT WAS THERE NOT TO GET

sting even kissed his cheek one time. natsu saved his ass on a quest. again. for the like eighth time. but this one was actually a mistake and not the dramatized little mess ups sting does sometimes to see what natsu would do. so he thanked him with a kiss to the cheek and natsu just SMILED and said "that's what friends are for!" WHAT.

sting didnt even know how natsu couldnt tell the difference between talking smack and flirting

until natsu "talked shit" in a fight and THAT WAS FLIRTING. THAT WAS STRAIGHT UP FLIRTING NATSU WHAT THE FUCK.

but noooo natsu would say hes was talking SMACK. STINGS BOUTTA SMACK YOU UPSIDE THE HEAD AGAIN DUMBASS

when the training had finished and natsu said that sting just. went on a rant. about how different shit talking and flirting was. he went into details. he gave examples. he made sure to start trying to kick natsu to make sure he was paying attention because their adhd asses liked to just look off at butterflies every fucking second without something to do

sting got so riled up he started throwing white attacks around at natsu. natsu started throwing fire back but he was asking questions that just KEPT. MAKING STING. SO ANNOYED. BECAUSE HOW HAS NO ONE EXPLAINED THIS PART OF MODERN HUMAN BULLSHIT YET.

it was when stings voice got so scratchy and his throat got so raw that he finally stopped giving natsu a fucking crash coarse in modern romance. he stopped fighting and back on the ground. and it was silent

until natsu walked over, straddled stings hips, and said "so... all that time we were eating and talking and fighting, you were trying to mate me?"

and sting drags his hands down his face and looks up at natsu with the least impressed expression he can while honestly very embarrassed. he cant even say anything again. so he just nods.

"yknow you couldve just said 'hey, want to be my mate?', and i wouldve said yes"

"BULL FUCKING SHIT"

"i mean i wouldve asked you to wait because it only took until you started throwing white magic at me just now to realize that i liked you but. i probably wouldve said yes a few months ago."

"FUCK YOU, NATSU DRAGNEEL"

"do it yourself, coward"

happy and lector, who had taken to the sky the moment they started using magic, just sigh when that made sting start sputtering. natsu probably didnt even fully realize what that meant. but the exceeds are just glad the long and torturous slow burn is finally fucking over

[formula-fun]

ON TODAYS EPISODE OF LINES THAT MAKE ME CRAZY

this is a little long but I couldn't help it

"They’re back in the desert again for the first time since Charles was pregnant, on another planet again, the sand so unfamiliar from his home—from Flanders and Limburg with their thick forests and heavy rains and comforting warm food designed to stick to his ribs. It’s different from Monaco, his real home port, a dreamworld where he can find clear water and perpetual sunrise and Charles, most of the time. 

The desert is a dreamworld too, but different. It’s endless and ancient and inviting, the flatness of Bahrain starting at the edge of the tarmac and then falling off the edge of the map, like if they turned and drove into it they could go forever and ever. The hotel has a plate of things set out on the bed like he’s on his honeymoon, roses on a gold tray beside tiny dishes of sticky pastries and nuts. An hour later Charles is laughing in his bed as he licks honey off his fingers. 

“They’re just like in Capri,” Charles tells him, and the memory explodes on his tongue, a phantom ache of too-sweet. Charles’ face screws up a little every time he eats one of these, here and now—tiny bits of dough, perfectly round, alarmingly orange and shiny as glass. His mouth is shiny too, and they must be painfully sweet for the face he keeps making and the way he laughs after, delighted. "

these descriptions are actually insane,,,,,, especially the "tiny bits of dough, perfectly round, alarmingly orange and shiny as glass" for some reason is just lighting up some specific neurons in my brain I was just hand to my mouth reading and rereading

And then this

"Charles smells honey-sweet after, and after the race. His heat is on the way. Max isn’t sure if he knows it and is ignoring it, or if Max has noticed it before he has. It’s not common, but he does sometimes, and Charles has been distracted with other things.

When he comes to Charles after the race Charles kisses him hard and stinging. Charles likes his pleasure rough and unrelenting more often than not, and especially after a race. He wants to be pinned down and fucked across the mattress, but Max knows what’s good for him, and that won’t quiet his head down. He drags him closer instead, his skin hot beneath the blankets—drags him up and up, until Charles is sitting on his face, his forearms against the headboard, letting out little moans and frustrated sounds. His hips keep jerking like he doesn’t know where to go and every few minutes he tries to roll away entirely. Max doesn’t let him. He digs his fingers into his thighs every time he tries, forcing him through the slow, inevitable build of it until Charles falls apart against his mouth with a broken moan."

this is post suzukaaaaaa he's distracted bc hes trying to find a COURTING GIFT

also? jfc this is soooooo hot what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck 🕳️🚶

ok last bit

"You are very proud,” Charles protests half-heartedly, “if you think I need you this badly. I am fine on my own.”

Charles is teasing him, but it still stings a little. It’s been a few months; Charles has been on his own more often than not, or at least he has if he hasn’t been seeing anyone else. Still, it’s a sharp reminder.

“I don’t need you. You know that,” Charles says, and then his eyes are back on Max’s all at once. He tugs at his hair. “I want you. I always want you.”

I'm just,,,,, whattttttttt the fuuuuuuckkkkkkk

the way that his agency and independance and confidence in his identity is underlined throughout the fic almost thoughtlessly bc it's so obvious to both of them make me want to pull out my hair

the way that throughout he's CHOOSING him

ITS HIS CHOICE. THAT HES MAKING, CONCIOUSLY. BC HE WANTS IT. HE DOESNT NEED IT, BUT HE WANTS IT

im so in love with this series it's not even funny

☀️

jsfkdgksdfjsdkf hellOOOO WELCOME BACKK

this is a pro fried dough fic.....the dough in that scene is lokma which i have never had but which i NEED. specifically the ones from the photo in the wikipedia article like hhh theyre so orange and shiny and they look SOO good. every time the words honey or orange appear in this fic you can be assured that max is in a setting where he feels secure enough for self reflection and personal growth

🕳️🚶 <- this sent me btw so thank you for that hahsahshas

and both of these last two kinda go with the same idea of wants vs needs in a way?? they both started seeing each other originally because of needs but it's developing into want, and that becomes so important to them :( the whole thing is abt choice tbh, cause charles never exactly chose him to begin with and he didnt choose to get pregnant, but NOW he's choosing him when it's all over and there's no reason he has to. he doesn't really need him anymore. he's choosing him because he wants him!!! does any of this mean anything

[macfrog]

I apologize in advance - im so sorry this is gonna be so fucking long, but i just read the latest chapter of clm and i am in awe of your writing! This just might be one of the best things i have ever read!! So so talented! Your words in this chapter are so so gut-wrenchingly beautiful and poetic, i reread a lot of them a few times just to try to capture the feelings they evoked in me. Here are some of my favourite sentences from this chapter, followed by my commentary aka praise for your extraordinary brain and magical writing pen.

"Your dimpled blush blurs back into checkboxes and scrawled handwriting. You’re gone again. He’s in a white office, and the gentle lapping of the water on the pool’s edge fades into the headache noise of a fan humming, and he feels the warmth of your gaze on his skin turn into the cold, harsh spotlight glare of Lois’s eyes on him." WOW!! In the words of the one and only t swift: its giving movie, its giving cinematography. I can see this exact scene in my head like im watching a great fucking movie! These words combined together to form these sentences are obviously laced with some sort of magic because when i tell you i am not well i mean i am INSANE over this piece of A-R-T.

NEXT-

"It’s just: this time, your dad’s at your heels like a bloodhound. A little less sharp, maybe. Blind as a fucking bat, sure. But he can smell something’s up. And he’s circling it, nose to the ground, drawing nearer and nearer to the pair of you with each step." How? How do you do it? Tell us, please. Your way with words combined with how fantastically skilled your use of language is makes me write a ridiculously long message in your inbox screaming about all of it. All of it.

"Her voice is like ice down the back of his shirt. He stares at the machine, red light blinking like a rag to a bull. He could walk over to it and smash the ever-loving fuck out of it with his fists until it’s dust on his coffee table. Until it shuts the fuck up, stops interfering with his fucking business.

And then he thinks about Lois, and her cream blouse, and her red nails, and her big, blue eyes, and her soft drawl and everything about her that is so entirely opposite to everything about you.

And how much – despite how nice and friendly, or funny and good-natured she is – how much he hates her right now, and how much he fucking loves you." Its the imagery for me. Joel bby i love you and i get it. I love how you combined his aggressive thoughts and big, red feelings with something so tender, so beautiful, so soft. Ugh the duality of man. The power of a writer.

"He’s good at pushing feelings down, good at turning them away from the sunlight like faded pebbles. But this is different. It’s a different kind of hurt.

It’s unresolved, it’s an open wound. It’s you. And it’s every time he hears REO Speedwagon, every time he pulls a flannel over his shoulders and catches the scent of your perfume on it, every time he’s flicking through the TV and catches a flash of a hospital setting, it’s a pair of hands deep inside the wound, pulling it a little wider.

It aches. It stings and it aches and it winds.

And then he turns the pebbles around. Back to the shade. Over and over and fucking over." You have created such strong visuals throughout this whole chapter and i dont know if this was hard for you to write, but i feel so proud of you! I dont know how you felt during the writing process of this chapter, if it was tiring, or aggravating, or infuriating, but i can just imagine the sheer amount of joy and catharsis i would get from putting a period at the end of the last sentence here. The way you compared joel pushing down and hiding his feelings, something so vulnerable, to the pebbles metaphor, something so firm, and hard, and solid, is astounding to me. But its a contrast as much as it is the same thing. Especially because those feelings are as solid as pebbles. Especially because they can bruise you and scrape you up like pebbles can. And if you step on them, it only hurts you. I love your writing.

Also, sarah is so sweet in this chapter and i loved her reaction to seeing joel having a hard time. So so sweet.

"He’s staring at the end of your bed. Thinking about you under him, gripping onto his shirt, his hand between your legs. The very first time. And every other fucking time since then. Which one was the threshold? Who pushed who?" 📣POETRY

"As he passes the stairs, he pauses. Leans on one foot, head tilted to listen out for any sound of life. Any fucking sound – the creak of a floorboard, the squeak of a door handle. Anything to keep him here. Anything." MY HEART IS BROKEN. THIS BROKE ME. I AM GONE. I AM NO MORE. Put these words under "cause of death".

TL;DR: you. are. a. genius. Thank you for this chapter, thank you for this series, it is one of my favourites, and to quote you: i have no idea what youre laced with, but you got me.

(pls keep in mind that im writing this while running on no sleep, i hope you can understand everything, english is not my first language so i hope i expressed myself clearly and was articulate enough)

i have sat on this ask for 2 days now and i keep coming back to read over it and cry a little more each time. i cannot begin to tell u how appreciative i am of this 🥺🧡

there are few feelings that hit as fucking hard as receiving messages like this and reading how much someone has connected with something you've written...so thank you thank you thank you. it means the world and more. i don't even know what to say

[liquidstar]

You know, I’ve seen lots of fics where Subaru’s friends react to his return by death in some contrived circumstance, like in a movie theater. However, I’ve never seen a fanfic where Subaru’s parents react to his life in Lugnica without return by death, seeing his actions without any context. How do you think that would play out?

well im not really much of a fanfic person so i dont think i cant eloquently write out the scenario itself... but if theyre not seeing the return by death theyd at least be spared seeing their son graphically die repeatedly, regardless of if hes "okay" after i cant imagine that would be anything but horrifying beyond words.

if theyre only seeing his actions the way the other characters see them then they probably wouldnt be as devastated at least, but subaru still goes through some pretty fucked up shit even in only the "main" timeline. i think theyd still be sad their son had to go though that. but i can also see them being very proud of him for the good hes done. and also want to scold him for all the dangerous shit he gets up to on a regular basis (does he have a death wish or something!?). mixed feelings would probably be an understatement.

if they were just getting a general overview of his life on legunica, maybe from his friends or something, i feel like theyd be a lot happier with it, especially if they see hes happy and loved by all his very weird friends. because thats all they want for him anyway. if they were actually seeing DETAILS of what happened i can imagine theyd have some more complex feelings about all the near-death experiences his friends were involved in though lol

but, you know, like naoko herself said "what matters isn't how you start. it's how it ends" and i think she would be happy to know her son took that advice to heart, even if it was from a version of herself that his brain made up to tell him what his mom WOULD say. and shed be happy to know that her son quoted it by saying it was told to him by the woman he respects the most in the world.

and kenichi... hes a pretty eccentric person already and a lot of subarus mannerisms, especially early on, were just mimicking his father. i think hed be proud to see him grow up into his own person with his own friends and identity, but i also think hed be sad he wasnt there for it. i think they both would be. i think one of the biggest tragedies of re:zero is how much naoko and kenichi love their son more than anything in the world.

but to quote naoko again "we didnt have you so you could do something for us, we had you so we could do something for you." so i think... at the end of the day... if they believed that despite everything subaru still ended up happy and loved they would let him go too. but it would hurt. because they love their only son so much. it would sting at least a little to see him thrive in a world you couldnt reach. but it would also be a hell of a relief to know hes not dead in a ditch somewhere... bittersweet but far better than the alternative of just never knowing what happened.

[meatriarch]

probably last few points re: fathersday ill post about today but,

virginia's husband was a wonderful, attentive dad and if it weren't for being deployed he wouldve been right there with ginny searching for jesse

danny is the girldad of all time he adores his daughters so so much, is so proud of and supportive of everything and anything they want to do with their lives, who they are, etc.

hands aint a father, however, his bonds with the sawyer boys are pretty damn important to him. he's very close to johnny just bc of all the potential teachings hands did with him personally since he was a kid that helped shape him into the man he is today. as well, those ties to both bubba & thomas respectively have so much potential to be very meaningful, too.

pepper's been on odds with her parents for a long while but, they've always been supportive of her and her interests - they just wanted her to put herself out there and do great. she struggles with feeling like shes disappointed them by living her life as she wants.

birdie hates her father and hopes wherever he is, he's on deaths door. thanks for asking!

debbie wishes their parents werent as tough and strict as they can be at times but understands that it comes from them wanting to ensure she has a good foundation to fall back on. her father is distant due to work pulling him around but, when he is home and present they have a very close bond. she loves him very much.

victoria is the daddys girl of all time. girl is so spoiled by him its ridiculous. part of that too stems from him waving a hand and tossing money or gifts her way so she doesnt bug him while hes busy or working etc, and sometimes that gets to her and it stings - bc she just wants to be around him sometimes but she rarely gets that chance. and part of her overspending is in hopes he'll get upset with her, because at least its SOME type of attention from him,

dont ask carla about her father or mother really they'd likely punch you and if she does then well happy concussion!

june is also a daddys girl but in a fully positive light bc her father adores her and her siblings and their entire family unit is so gentle and loving and doting on one another thank you

penny's father is also very kind and loving but at times he keeps her at arms length and it stings. her mother does the same at times. however, they both entrust her with helping run parts of the orchard business they own and so despite anything changing as she gets older, shes happy shes able to have that to fall back on still.

like carla dont ask simmi about their father bc they would probably actually kill you or throw you in front of a grunt im sorry theyre a little shit-

and then lastly, maria and danny, again.

danilo works real fuckin hard to not fall into the same footsteps as his father. he was hesitant and nervous as all hell at the news of becoming one for the first time bc all he could think about was fucking it all up, hurting his children in some way, and being just another mirrored image of him. he doesnt, however. and hes so fucking relieved about that.

maria has such a complicated relationship and thoughts towards her father, ramon flores. she feels pulled in every which direction with him because theres so much hurt, so much love, so much betrayal, so much disappointment, so much resentment, all bubbling in her at all times whenever he crosses her mind. its to the point, in some routes, where when ramon goes on the radio to talk about "his experience being the father of a missing person", maria in her coldcase dire au literally turns to johnny and asks him to hunt him down and kill him for her. and he does.

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It's officially been one year since I posted the epilogue of this story and not to be sincere on main about it, but I remain wholly proud of it, scales and all 💚

Thank you to any and everyone who has offered their time and thoughtfulness to this fic, it's one of my favorite things I've ever written and I'm beyond grateful to have gotten to share it with you and your kind words and your amazing insights.

🐍 PS. I may or may not be sitting on a little one-shot in this universe to be posted a couple weeks from now once Febuwhump is over (and everyone has had a break from seeing me on their dash So Very Much) and I can't wait to share it with you (:

pspsps sneak peek under the cut

It’s a near-sacred place, these panels of wood and screws, the spot that once held a beaten-down couch and now sports the beautiful handcrafted swing that Steve had made for them completely of his own volition. 

It’s sacred because it’s theirs, their home, but it’s only that because they decided it would be. They made it this bubble of earnest communication and so when Eddie asks do you ever think about it with a heavy sort of sincerity lingering on his tongue, the only context Steve needs is—

“About what?” 

“The marriage thing,” Eddie says, a quirk of something like a smile at his lips despite the melancholy of it. “You know– wedding, rings… trip to the courthouse.”

Steve looks at him, really looks like only he is able to do with such ease, and then he snorts. 

“I think we’ve both had enough of government agencies for a lifetime, Ed,” he points out, “besides, since when do you care about the marriage thing, mister anti-establishment?” 

And that makes Eddie drag a deep breath in through his nose. It makes him stall where he is. It makes him feel out the boundaries of this sacred place and smile that melancholy smile because Steve knows him and Steve is right. 

Eddie has never particularly cared for those sorts of things, but he cares about Steve. He feels the ache that Steve doesn’t like admitting to about what they don’t get to have because of who they are. 

“Steve Harrington,” he exhales and lifts the hand draped behind Steve’s shoulders to instead twist and tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, show his cards, “you are a hopeless romantic to end all hopeless romantics and if you asked me to throw you a white wedding with a big ‘ole cake and hundreds of flowers and a party in the south of France, I’d fuckin’ find a way.” 

Steve grins, all that warmth leaking out of him but somehow going undiminished even as it spreads through Eddie’s own chest and makes the reptile of him preen. 

“You would, huh,” he says, not an ounce of surprise to his tone, only fondness and teasing and deadpanned fucking sass. 

“I’d get the Pope himself to officiate,” Eddie beams right back, leaning into his space, sharing air, sharing everything. 

“Pope’s not in France,” Steve points out. 

“I’ll get ‘im a plane ticket.”

“Think we can afford Pope rates?”

“I’ll rob a bank.”

“Probably pretty expensive.”

“I’ll rob two banks.”

Steve kisses him. Hand cradling his jaw and lips plush and comfortable and earnest in the way they open up for Eddie the precise moment he presses forward in want of more. Lazy and slow, languid and unhurried, it’s a deep lungful of air after too long submerged. 

It’s the glow of the sun after a summer trapped inside. 

It’s the stretching of limbs after so long spent healing. 

“I don’t need any of that,” Steve murmurs up against Eddie’s lips as they pull away, his hands holding Eddie’s face right where it is and unmoving with a gentle sort of ferocity. 

And Eddie believes him, he does, wouldn’t doubt a word out of Steve Harrington’s mouth if Perseus himself held a sword to Eddie’s throat, but his eyes sting all the same. His voice box falters at the back of his tongue. The hissing sings a mournful tune. 

“But do you want it?” he asks against his better judgment, against every bit of self-preservation he’s gained in the years since that one defining moment when it slipped through the cracks.

Vecna asks Eddie to share his body with a being called Kas, but Eddie never gets much of a say in the matter. In the aftermath, it's hard to remember what having a say in the matter means.

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— “HAPPY FUCKIN’ FATHER’S DAY.” + BAKUGOU.

author’s notes: what was meant to be a short thirst brought us here, i hope you can enjoy. happy daddy day, i love you all n even if Father’s Day isnt the best for you all, just know ily and im proud of you.

cw: smut, mdni 18+, forced breeding, breeding kink, overstimulation, cumplay, kinda mentions baby trapping, bakugou uses some mean names, fem!reader.

but anyways bakugou getting tired of seeing all his pro hero friends with their stupid fucking kids on father’s day , sick of watching countless social media posts about mini versions of his friends hugging and kissing their precious daddies. cant admit to himself that he wants a little snot brat to show off, they’d be the best damn kid ever.

he wont admit he was too busy to try.

you don’t ever have plans on father’s day , katsuki knows that. you’ll go shopping, come home and snuggle up to him without a second thought. maybe make a comment about how cute eijirou’s little boy looked in his shark onesie, the spitting image of his father— you’d only say that because you had time to look on instagram while you grabbed a coffee.

but when you lay next to him on your couch, bakugou wonders if you ever stopped to look at the little baby boots before you headed back to your car in the mall parking lot. if you stopped by the midoriya’s and smelt the baby powder in their little one’s clothes when making your way back. so many ifs and so many buts, bakugou wonders what you’d say if he turned to face you right now and asked you for a baby.

but bakugou has never really been good at asking for things, hell he couldn’t even ask you to marry him right— demanding you take the fuckin ring that was way too expensive for just an engagement ring, but he liked the way it sat on your finger.

so he takes it, instead.

“you want my baby right? you gonna have my baby, bitch?” he curses to you, arm folded behind your sweaty back which he uses as leverage to fuck your cunt hard and fast, abusing your hole until it’s wet with your arousal and strings of it hangs from your plushy thighs. you sob, eyes read from crying and flesh stinging from the bruising grip bakugou has on you. “s’that even a question i needa ask? ‘course y’fuckin’ do, my girl wants my baby so fucking bad.”

you can’t speak, you can’t hear anything above the hard slapping of skin where katsuki’s balls, ripe for breeding, hit your swollen clit and his shaft throbs inside you— lining your ribbed walls with thick ropes of his cum for the third, fourth or maybe even fifth time. “nnghh, katsuki— right there, yeah i want it,” you cry out, clamping down on him with slippery walls, keeping bakugou deep in your pussy right where it feels good.

“hah? c’mon baby, speak a’lil louder fer me, yeah?” bakugou pants against the shell of your ear, rough palms cupping your throat to pull you further into him with every push of his cock into you. “can feel you clamping down on me, suckin’ me in like a selfish bitch. you wanna trap me, yeah? tie me down with a’lil brat, gimme a baby? y’know i can afford it, that’s right baby— ooh yeah, love the way you take this dick.”

shivering at the way bakugou licks salty tears from the apples of your cheeks, you dare to say more— feeling yourself stumble into an over stimulating high. “i want it katsuki, wanna make you a father...g-give you a baby,”

“that’s right, good girl. you’re g-gonna let me put a stupid brat in this tight, tight fuckin’ cunt,” katsuki attempts to mock you, growing dizzy from how you convulse around him when you cum— adding to the layer of opaque white that covers his dick and gathers at his base when he fucks into you.

but by the time he cums, you’ve lost count and bakugou won’t stop forcing thick ropes of hot seed deep into your heavenly pussy, bakugou’s sure he sees the high gates of heaven— white flashing behind his eyes while he pounds his release further up your walls. he holds you still by the hips, making sure all that he’s given to you on the couch sticks, gathering up the smallest globs that drop onto the fabric beneath you both and smears it into your clit.

“fuck yeah, happy fuckin’ father’s day to me.” bakugou slurs, finally collapsing on top of you.

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may i request a kenny omega smut of him taking his frustration out on the reader after he loses a big match? like slapping her, degrading names, spanking, fucking her mouth?

of course, hun! i've gotten so many dom! kenny requests recently its insane ! i love !

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{ warnings } — smut, 18+ { minors do not interact }, submissive/dominant dynamic, face slapping, degradation, mild exhibitionism, oral sex { m receiving }, throat fucking , face fucking, throatpie, daddy kink, rough sex, spanking, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cumshot

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fear was an understatement as your eyes widened, staring into the small monitor in the corner of kenny’s locker room, he was pissed and for a good reason so. hangman holding up the world title in the centre of the ring, one that had previously belonged to your boyfriend, you were proud of the cowboy no doubt, but there was something behind kenny’s eyes, a fire yet being lit, a fury so undeniable, despite his futile attempts to hide the fact.

you turned off the tv as the pay-per-view came to an end, you could hear footsteps trudging heavily down the corridor towards your current location, a thick gulp rising in your throat. kenny had a very unique way of venting his frustrations and lets just say he left your jaw sore after a while. your boyfriend barrelled through the door to his locker room, skin slightly flushed punk , hair soaked with sweat, eyebrows furrowed with rage.

“get on your fucking knees” he spoke, his voice hoarse and throat parched, frantically tugging at his gear. he peered up at you momentarily, a scowl crossing his lips when you blankly stared back at him. “are you fucking deaf? i said, get on your fucking knees!”

you blinked out of your trance like state, hurriedly tossing your phone to the side, kneeling before him, eyes peering up slowly at him, his cock already erect in his palm, calloused fingertips roughly pumping his thick shaft, warm pre-cum trailing across his knuckles. you licked your lips absentmindedly, completely unprepared for the torture your throat was about to receive.

he gripped your chin with his free hand, roughly positioning your head so that you were now, within his gaze, staring hopelessly into the sea of his cerulean blues. his free hand offering you a harsh slap across your cheek, one that left your skin red and your eyes teary

“stupid little slut, when i tell you to do something, you better fucking do it!” he gave another slap to the same cheek, his handprint leaving a pinkish hue on your skin, a small whimper leaving your lips in response.

his thumb made contact with your lips, slowly prying open those petal shaped buds, thumb now resting firmly in your mouth, pressing flat against your tongue, a soft moan leaving your lips, erupting around it before he pulled his thumb haphazardly from your lips, swiping the spit covered appendage across your mouth.

he gave you no moment to adjust, you found your lips parting again, this time, his cock found a new home in the back of your throat. instinctively, your hands came up, resting lightly against his thighs, more as a means of hesitance, already feeling yourself choking around his size. he swatted your palms away with a harsh slap, wanting to have as little resistance from you as possible, to which your automatically folded your hands behind your back.

“fuck…” he groaned, through gritted teeth, a hand harshly weaving its way through your hair, tugging, a sudden stinging feeling rang through your scalp, an almost instantaneous burn, much like the assault he gave to your throat.

his hips moved at an unrelenting pace, the tip of your nose nuzzling against the mound of his cock with each thrust. makeup trailing down your cheeks, stinging your eyes as it mixed in with your tears. he offered a simple smirk in your direction, loving the sight of your mouth being filled with his cock.

“my dumb little slut, you’re only purpose in life is to take my cock” he growled, increasing the force of which he fucked your throat. “and you love it don’t you? you love being my little fuck toy”

you meekly nodded, for you could not speak with a mouthful of cock. his pace began to falter, becoming lazy and almost haphazard. his end was near, and rightfully so. beads of sweat began to gather at his hairline, adding to his already flushed skin, rolling down his temples. his eyes fluttered shut, head thrown back in pleasure, loud grunts leaving his lips as his hot seed filled your cheeks.

you almost choked, his cock continued to fuck your throat until he had completely ridden out his high, his cum mixing in with your spit, the concoction spilling from your lips, dripping down your neck.

kenny was quick to act, prying his cock from your mouth, beckoning you to stand up in the process. he simply pointed to the couch that was seated in the middle of the locker room, one of which you had been previously sitting in. you leaned over its edge, ass pointing in his direction, wiggling softly as his palms found their way underneath the flowy skirt of your summer dress, cupping your plump ass in his calloused palms for a moment.

he flipped the skirt of your dress upward, your panties soaked as his cool fingertips grazed over your sensitive void. you shuddered at the feeling, giving a soft moan in response. he let his fingers trail over your clothed clit, rubbing rough circles into the aching bundle of nerves.

“daddy…please…” you whimpered against your forearm, trying to suppress the moans that oh so desperately wanted to spill from your lips. he pushed two fingers hard against your clit, your back arching with a small whine. he hooked two fingers into the hem of your panties, tugging them down your legs quickly, your cunt so drenched with want that your sweetness was sticking to the fabric.

“take my cock like the slut you are” he was far too impatient to tease you at this point, he needed another orgasm and fast, still far too much fury boiling inside him. his cock slipped into your tight walls with ease, his shaft being slicked with your wetness, making his movements more fluid. he held one of your hips still against his own, the other hand, once again woven into your hair, a rough tug catching your attention.

“daddy, yes!” you cried out, feeling his size slam into you with such wanted force, his cock stretching out your tight walls, feeling the pleasure course through your stomach. you bucked your hips backwards against his, taking his entire length.

it didn’t take long for your defences to come crashing down, your sweetness coating his thick cock in a matter of moments, riding out your orgasm as your body shuddered with pleasure. he was soon to follow, his cock twitching inside your warmth, fucking your tight little hole until he pulled out of your unexpectedly, hot ribbons of white painting your plump ass, his seed dripping down your thighs and cunt. he let out an exasperated sigh, making his way towards the showers at the back of the locker room. he turned back to face you for a moment before speaking up

“so, are you going to join me or what, princess?”

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