#only came away with minor nitpicks

[snoopyhq]

˚ ♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ i want your drama, the touch of your hand

type: viktor x reader

summary: making up with viktor after a particulatly nasty fight

warning(s): suggestive/borderline nsfw content after the red line divider !!!

word count: 1320

a/n: literally had this thought occur to me while i was boxing at my job yesterday and bad romance came on shuffle on my phone, MAN... the original version but also think the moulin rouge "backstage romance" version MWAH

Hour two, still no talking. The atmosphere within the apartment was heavy with unspoken resentment and hurt. Both of you had woken up in particularly bad moods, and it seemed that being in each others' presence simply amplified that.

Every little thing he did 'wrong' was ticking you off, and everything you said that was slightly unpredicted or off in tone would set him off, and it finally boiled over during dinner.

"I don't like lemon zest. I thought you knew that," he commented. He twirled a strand of the linguini through the fork, pushing the food around on the plate. In that moment, he looked like a petulant, petty brat, and it took all your strength not to reach across the table and slap it out of his hand.

"Maybe speak up next time. Or better yet, you could cook for a change then, since you seem to always have a smart remark about it!"

Viktor set down his fork. The lines between his brows furrowed.

"Don't speak to me that way please," he said, meeting your gaze. "I understand you may be frustrated, but I was just stating my preference. Something I thought you would know, since we do live and spend much of our time together, do we not?"

Anything else he may have said after the first statement didn't matter. You were already in an angry mood, and very much did not appreciate being told how to act.

"Don't police my fucking tone, Viktor. I'll speak however I want to dammit!"

He said nothing, picked up his fork again, and ate the rest of his meal in silence. The wall was slowly rising between the two of you once more. Viktor didn't wait for you to finish your food. He took his dishes, stood up, and walked off, the sound of his cane tapping against the tiles echoing too loudly in the space. You did your own dishes that night, and he did his.

Now there was a warmth lacking, even as the mattress dipped and sighed with every toss and turn. You were doing your best to keep your back to the other. It hurt, but your prides were nearly as sharp as your minds.

One of you had to break. You didn't want it to be you.

The loud banging noise from your upstairs neighbor finally did something.

"Goddammit, that idiot dropped something again," you complained.

"Someone please ban him from buying anymore hideous garden statues. That balcony is straight out of a post-apocalyptic nightmare," Viktor agreed.

You snorted, and quickly tried to cover it by clearing your throat.

"Am I only useful when I'm entertaining you?" he asked softly.

"Shut up. You know that's not true," you finally turned to face him.

"Then..."

"Viktor, I swear."

"That denial implies you care for me. Please, show and not just tell me," he requested sweetly.

"Oh yeah? Show you how, exactly?"

"I'm cold. I miss your warmth. You are cruel when you take away my routinely expectations."

"Fine. Come here," you finally reached out, and clasped his hand in yours.

This wasn't going to completely fix all the underlying emotional distress you were both dealing with, and it certainly wasn't going to fully rid what had transpired. But it was a start, made all the more worth it when he closed the gap, arms already wrapping around you tightly.

"I hate it when we fight," he whispered.

"Me too. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken out my frustrations on you."

"I'm sorry too. I should not have nitpicked so much, and I should have realized policing your tone wasn't going to make things go well."

NSFW AHEAD !!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!! MINORS DNI PLS !!!

Viktor gasped, the sound breathy as it fell from his beautiful lips, now slightly swollen from how much you'd kissed and nipped at them. Your hands were in his hair, and you delighted in his reactions with every sharp tug. His amber eyes were dark. They gazed up into yours, practically begging for more more more.

You were happy to indulge.

"Tilt your head back a bit more for me," you rasped in his ear, pushing him back against the pillows. He complied easily.

"Please...," he groaned.

You pressed another kiss to his pulse point. It was one of his more sensitive area, and wasn’t helped when you followed it up with more kisses on his beauty marks.

He sighed.

“You always kiss me like you’re discovering oxygen for the first time again.”

"Because you always take my breath away." You murmured in response. You knew he was going to tell you off for such a stupidly predictable statement, and he did. You shrugged and kept kissing him again and again, silencing any more protests he had with your choice of words.

He nipped at your lower lip, enjoying the small little hiss you let out. He loved that. It never grew old.

His lips left yours, reluctantly, but moved on to your flushed cheeks and down your jaw. Viktor’s hands began gently trailing down your body, tracing and touching and feeling, committing you to memory. Everything about you was perfect, and he was in awe of it all.

As if to translate his thoughts through touch, he squeezed your thighs. He especially had a thing for them, always had. It was like they were made for him to hold.

“You’re so touchy already, Viktor? Insatiable,” you teased.

"But you love it when I can’t keep my hands to myself. You can't lie to me about that,” he cooed in a soft, lilting tone. His fingers traced along your thighs again, digging into the soft flesh.

“Yeah, yeah. enjoy that smug look while you still can,” you grumbled, not denying his words.

You suddenly lunged at him, kissing a trail down his body, giggling to yourself at his surprised yelp.

"Hey!" he laughed breathlessly, his stomach doing somersaults as you kissed along his body. His eyes fluttered closed as he felt your lips press to his skin. He loved when you did this, especially when you would leave soft little marks on his hips.

And speaking of that. You were currently working away at his hips now, trying to hold back the urge to just sink your teeth into him.

He couldn't stop the soft sighs and moans that escaped him. Gods, the touch of your lips on his delicate skin was sending shivers throughout his body.

"You don't have to be ah… gentle all the time." he murmured breathlessly, his fingers now the ones tangled in your hair.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes. Just bite me already, coward," he demanded.

He liked when you were a bit more rough with him. In fact, he preferred it. You not treating him like he was fragile. It made him feel better than being treated like a priceless doll, hidden away behind locked glass.

“Fuck, finally.” With his permission explicitly given, you finally sink your teeth down into him.

He let out a sharp moan, his hips rolling up a bit automatically.

"Keep going, please." he whispered. “Keep proving to me you’ll keep me warm for the rest of our days.”

You looked up at him, so wonderfully vulnerable and so violently true. His emotions were etched onto every angle of his face. Viktor was never once to mince words when it came to acts of passion, and you were fully reminded of exactly why you adored him so.

“I will. You’re forgiven,” you smiled. “Consider this worship my apology to you, and your acceptance, yours to me.”

You slowly pushed his legs apart, practically aching with the reverence and love and affection you felt for him. You could feel his breath hitch as yours ghosted over his inner thighs.

If this was how you two were to make up after a fight, maybe you should engage in conflict more often, you mused to yourself. It was going to be a slow, feverish night.

[theragethatisdesire]

three's a... - jean kirschstein x afab!reader x eren jaeger - 18+!!!

i feel like i have mentioned the possibility of giving y'all an erejean threesome way too many times to keep holding out on you, so now that i've finally nitpicked this fic to death, here we are!! literally living my dreams vicariously through this fic. i'm still not 100% happy with it, but eren and jean are sexy here and are doing half of the work of making this worth the read for me lolol. it's also written mostly through jean's pov which was interesting to play with.

pairing: eren jaeger x reader x jean kirschstein

wc: 6.5k

DISCLAIMER: this post contains MATURE CONTENT that is intended only for those over 18. if you are a minor, please do not read below the cut.

CWs: smut, consensual hook-up, threesome, established relationship (eren's ur perfect bf and u guys can't stop having sex with jean lol), unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), face fucking, rough sex, vaginal fingering, degradation, biting, dirty talk, penetrative vaginal sex, anal (fingering and fucking), swearing, use of names (slut, brat, pretty girl, good girl, angel), mean dom eren vs soft dom jean, multiple orgasm, dacryphilia/crying, creampie, double penetration, bicurious jean and bicurious eren (tasty, they definitely don't keep their hands to themselves), polyamory implied

buckle up, this was a blast to write and i hope it's equally as fun to read. enjoy <33

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Jean should definitely not be here.

He should absolutely not be on his living room couch with Eren Jaeger’s girlfriend’s head in his lap, playing idly with her hair. By all traditional conventions and rules of exclusive relationships, Jean’s fairly sure that letting your girlfriend rest her head on the crotch of your roommate while he strokes her hair is on the no-no list. Not for Eren, apparently, who has your feet in his lap on the other end of the couch, playing with your toes absentmindedly and making you giggle and kick him in protest. Jean should not be here, but you and Eren have made a habit of roping him into circumstances that he would never admit to, not even at gunpoint.

If Jean is brutally, painfully honest with himself, he knows he had gotten himself into this. You were just so cute, wisping around their apartment in a big tshirt and tiny shorts in the mornings, always making sure to save him a cup of coffee. Maybe he had let his lingering glances linger just a little too long, smirked over his coffee mug at you one too many times, come up behind you to help you reach something on the top shelf and leaned a little too close, Jean couldn’t pinpoint exactly what caused Eren to notice his clear attraction towards you, but he did. Instead of getting his ass kicked like he had expected when you and Eren sat down to confront him, Jean had learned something.

Eren Jaeger has a greedy, spoiled brat of a girlfriend.

That had been the first time Jean came in you, fucking into your throat while Eren watched from across the room, palming over the bulge in his jeans. The second time, the two of you had invited Jean out for a drink, which, in hindsight, he should have seen the ulterior motive from a mile away. He had ended up cumming in your pussy, bending you over in the bar bathroom with Eren’s cock in your mouth. The third time had been in Eren’s bedroom as you rode him, Eren sitting behind you and working your hips over Jean’s cock as you wailed.

Jean had stopped his ministrations in your hair as he was reflecting on how exactly he got into this situation, trying very hard not to think too far into the filthy details to prevent propping your head up with an erection. You make a little noise of discontent, grabbing at his hands and urging them back to your hair.

“Jean, don’t stop. Feels good.”

Jean’s mouth tightens into a thin line at your choice of words, words he’s heard from you before under very different circumstances, but he obliges. So much for self control. Eren raises a smug eyebrow at him from across the couch.

“You’re giving her what she wants, right, Kirschtein?”

Jesus, you two are insatiable, still managing to grate on Jean’s razor-thin willpower with all of your clothes on. Jean wonders briefly what the appeal is for Eren, if he gets off on watching you take another man’s cock, bring another man near to tears with your warm, silken cunt. Does Eren enjoy dangling you in front of Jean until he’s forced to give in? Eren’s gaze lingers on Jean’s hands, threading through your hair, awaiting an answer.

“Yeah,” Jean says, not trusting any more words to his loose lips. They’ve already betrayed him three times now, saying yes when they should have been saying no.

“Good,” Eren responds simply, offering a small smile that, to anyone else, looks innocent. Jean knows Eren better than that. He watches as Eren’s hand travels up your bare leg, coming to rest on your upper thigh. You’re affected by it, such a simple touch, such a sensitive little body; he can feel you tense over his thighs.

Jean steels his jaw and forces his eyes back over to the movie. He’s got to stop playing these fucked up games of yours, it’s bad for him and he knows it. He hasn’t dated in months, not since you’d first pulled him into your little world, can’t bring himself to look at anyone else, can’t stand the thought of feeling anyone else’s skin under his fingers. His little crush has bloomed into full-blown lovesickness, and it would be best for him if he just stopped.

All of that ironclad willpower melts away in an instant when you let out a little moan.

Eren’s hand has snuck its way up to your shorts, nudging at the apex of your thighs. His focus is still trained on whatever reality show you’ve put on, completely ignoring the way you sigh under his touch. Jean’s cock twitches in his pants; this is his opportunity to hesitate, to say no, but he stays silent, only watching as you squirm in his lap.

“Eren,” your chastisement comes out as a breath. One of your hands comes to meet Eren’s, trying to push him away, but he simply swats your hand, shooting you a stern look.

“Behave,” Eren warns, eyes dark and dangerous. Jean’s learned that Eren’s mean to you, snappy when you put on your little attitude and fight back, but Jean doesn’t have the willpower. He holds you gently while he fucks into you hard, gives you anything you ask for.

You bite your lip and turn your head back to the TV, one hand coming up to pull Jean’s away from your head, wrapping your fingers around his. Jean’s breath hitches in his throat when you squeeze tight, back arching like you’re holding back a moan; Eren’s worked his way into your panties now, rubbing little circles over your clit.

“Look, Jaeger,” Jean makes a half-hearted attempt to remove himself, pulling his hand from yours and making all the movements to suggest he’s going to stand up, “I should–”

“What?” Eren cocks his head, as casual as if they’re discussing the weather. “Look at her, you really gonna just leave her there like that while I’m teasing her?”

Against his better judgment, Jean flicks his eyes down towards you. It’s a pitiful sight, your eyes already glossed over and staring up at him, wide and pleading, your bottom lip tucked in tight between your teeth.

“Jean,” his name comes out of your mouth, broken and already heady with arousal. That’s what snaps his resolve clean in two. You need him.

“What is it?” Jean hates the fondness in his voice, so glaringly obvious in front of your fucking boyfriend. Eren doesn’t seem to mind, though; he picks up speed, making you wriggle impatiently.

“Wanna kiss,” you whimper, reaching up towards his face.

“Don’t,” Eren stops Jean from leaning down, “she’s been bad today.”

“Is that so?” Jean rubs a thumb over your lips, frowning down at you. He can see the guilt in the way your brows knit together; oh, you have been bad, and you know it.

“Wouldn’t stop begging me for you, wanted to snuggle with Jeanie,” Eren raises his voice to mock you, slapping a hand against your clit and making you jump.

Jean’s face burns; is this it? Is this finally Eren telling him that you’re off-limits, finally deciding that Jean’s had his fill? And he’s going to rub it in his face by torturing you on Jean’s lap?

“Tell him,” Eren demands, another sharp smack landing on your cunt.

“Didn’t want to wait t-til you got home,” your face is already blotchy, eyes clouded with shame, “wanted Eren to text you and make you leave work.”

“And what did I say?”

“Be patient,” your voice wavers, Jean’s heart pounds in his ears, “and Jean would come take care of me.”

“So needy,” Eren tuts down at you, cruelly shoving a finger into your wet heat and instantly removing it, drawing a breathy whine from you, “see?”

Eren’s offering his finger to Jean, shining with slick, eyebrows lifted insistently. Jean narrows his eyes, cocks his head. What game is he playing at?

“What, don’t want a taste?” Eren’s eyes glint in the low light, taunting him. Jean leans forward hesitantly, lets the other man slide a thick finger between his lips. You always taste so good, salty and tangy; Jean feels a groan rumble deep in his chest. The corner of Eren’s mouth curls ever so slightly. Whatever game he’s playing, Jean’s losing. “Touch her, but no kisses. She has to behave if she wants that.”

You pout, bottom lip still wobbling where you’ve pushed it out, but you arch your back a little, straining your tits against your tank top. Jean knows you well enough by now, knows you chose that thin little top and didn’t wear a bra just for him, just to tempt him. You have been bad, but Jean doesn’t care, could never care when you’re looking up at him all sweet and needy. But he knows better than to disobey Eren’s rules, for your sake. Eren will edge you for the rest of the night, make himself cum, and leave you out to dry.

“Jean, please–”

“Sh,” Jean shushes you, sits you up just a little so he can pull your tank top over your head, “I’ve gotcha. Just be good for us, alright?”

You nod and smile drunkenly as he cups your breasts, kneading your nipples between his fingers. They’re one of his favorite things about you; he can’t resist leaning down to place sloppy, open-mouthed kisses along your hot skin, lick around your nipples just light enough to tease. Maybe Jean can be a little mean too.

“More,” you gasp, fingers coming to clutch at his head, “more, I– oh!”

Jean’s eyes flit down your body to see Eren’s now got two long fingers shoved knuckle-deep in you, curling them fast enough to make you cry out, roll your hips up towards him. If he looks closely, he can see a wet patch forming on the crotch of your shorts; it makes his cock throb. He’s never met a woman that gets as wet as you, filthy at the slightest touch.

“You’re so messy,” Jean voices his mind without exactly meaning to, pulling himself from you so he can prop you up against his chest and let you look at the mess you’ve made. You give him a little whine of protest, tilting your chin up towards him, searching for his mouth.

“Please, I want–”

“I know what you want,” Jean thumbs at your lip, “he’s mean, isn’t he? Making you behave yourself when all you want is a little love, isn’t that right?”

“Mhm,” you manage to shoot a scathing glare at Eren that makes Jean chuckle, makes Eren smack your thigh hard enough to echo throughout the room.

“Stupid little slut,” Eren growls, moving his fingers faster, “you’re just all about Jean because he spoils you, aren't you? Someone has to make sure you behave yourself.”

Jean’s eyes widen; Eren’s clearly in a mood today, and Jean hopes it doesn’t have anything to do with his presence. Eren’s a mixed bag most times. Jean’s overheard him making soft, quiet love to you, little praises slipping out from the crack in his bedroom door, but Jean’s also watched Eren edge you to the point of tears, spit on your cunt, spank you until you bruise. Maybe Eren’s jealousy finally is getting the better of him, Jean thinks, maybe he just can’t say no to your insatiable appetite, and he is actually pissed that you had begged him for Jean.

“Jean,” you’re clutching at his shirt, moaning pathetically as Eren sucks harsh bites into your thighs.

“Did it to yourself,” Jean shakes his head at you sadly, “you know better than to make him mad.”

“Shut her up,” Eren nods his head at your mouth meaningfully, “I’ve heard enough out of her for today.”

It takes some awkward repositioning, but Jean’s able to pull his cock out, tap it against your tongue where you’ve already got your mouth hanging open, drool pooling on his lap under your cheek.You shove yourself up with some effort, and take Jean almost to the hilt on your first go, slurping lewdly around him. Jean nearly chokes.

“Oh, you are needy today,” he hisses, threading his fingers through your hair, making sure his view remains unobstructed. “That what you wanted? My cock in your throat?”

You manage a stiff nod around him in between the muffled moans you’re letting out around his cock; Eren’s added his thumb to the mix now, pulling your panties to the side so he can swipe at your clit.

“She was fuckin’ drooling for it earlier,” Eren says, meeting Jean’s eyes with a smirk, “should have seen her, all pouty and sad because her Jeanie wasn’t here. Pathetic.”

In the small part of Jean’s brain that’s still able to think rationally with his cock nudging at your gag reflex, he’s frowning in confusion. Eren is pissed at you because you were begging for Jean, and here he is spurring Jean on in fucking into your throat. It makes no fucking sense, really, but Jean’s getting his dick sucked, and not for the first time, by the woman he’s been pining after for months, so who is he to question it?

“Mmph!” You squeal, mouth too full to form a real sound, hips canting up violently towards Eren. Eren laughs, low and cruel.

“Aw, I think she’s gonna cum soon,” Eren pulls his fingers from you, a tear slips down your cheek. “Pity.”

Your cry of protest is whimpered by Jean standing up slightly, angling his hips to plunge as deep as he can. He’s only had his cock in your mouth a few times, but Jean’s intuitive. He knows how much you can take, knows exactly how far to push you before it’s too much.

“Don’t whine, baby,” Jean huffs, “just gonna make him more mad. He won’t let me help you if you don’t behave.”

“Look at you,” Eren runs his hands along your thighs, leans down to press a chaste kiss over where you’ve ruined your shorts, “being a good girl for us. S’that what it takes for you to behave? Need both of us?”

If Jean’s not mistaken, the garbled sound you make around him is one of agreement. The thought goes straight between his legs, brings him far closer to the edge than he’d like to be at this point. He pulls your mouth off of him, making you pout.

“But–”

“I know, I know, you want it,” Jean rubs an affectionate thumb over your cheek, “but you want me to fuck you, too, right?”

“Please,” you breathe, reaching down to wiggle your shorts off. Eren’s face lights up.

“Wanna show him your little surprise, baby?” Eren’s tugging at your shorts now, ripping them off and tossing them to the sides. He puts his hands under your arms, yanking you out of Jean’s lap and throwing your chest over his shoulders. When Eren’s hands come to your cheeks, spreading them so Jean can see, Jean’s heart nearly stops. There’s a little pink rhinestone glittering where your asshole should be– a plug, keeping you open and ready. Eren meets Jean’s eyes, daring. “She picked it out just for us. Want us both, don’t you? Nasty little thing.”

Eren punctuates his statement with a grin and a sharp slap to your ass that makes you jump, nod desperately from behind him. Jean reaches a cautious hand over, puts two fingers around the toy and pulls lightly, just enough to watch it move in you. You whine; he can see your empty cunt flutter.

“Can she take it? Both of us?”

“Oh yeah,” Eren brushes off Jean’s concern, “been using all her little toys for weeks, making me practice with her. She can take it.”

With that, Jean’s standing, padding into his room and knowing Eren’s following with you still tossed over his shoulder. His head spins; you, his precious little toy, have been stretching yourself out, getting yourself ready to have two cocks in you? The thought nearly makes Jean moan to himself, imagining how tight you’ll be all stuffed full.

Eren’s thrown you on the bed none too gently, stripping as you look up at him, hearts in your eyes. He stops midway through pulling his clothes off to grab your chin, offer your pleading gaze to Jean.

“Why don’t you ask him, hm?” Eren coos, looking between you and Jean with a filthy grin on his face. “Ask him again, see if you’ve been good.”

“Will you kiss me, Jean? Please?” Your voice has that thin, fucked out tone to it that drives Jean crazy, makes him want to make you cry.

“Yeah princess, I’ll kiss you.” He leans down, takes your soft mouth in his, Eren never releasing his hold on your chin. Jean can taste himself on your tongue, smiling appreciatively at the salty tang. Eren rips you away far too soon, pressing his mouth down on you far rougher than Jean had. They balance each other well, Jean thinks, the gentle caresses and the sharp slaps that make you come undone under them in a way neither of them can manage alone.

“On your knees, brat,” Eren sneers, the shred of tenderness that he’d grabbed your face with long-gone, “convince us to fuck you stupid.”

You nod obediently, sliding off the bed and onto your knees, reaching for Jean. He steps forward, letting you hold his cock in your little hand, rub up and down while you take Eren in your mouth. Even your hands are enough to drive him crazy, so soft and supple around him; Jean’s head falls back.

“Fuck,” Eren sucks a sharp breath in between his teeth, “that’s it, baby, take it.”

Something possesses Jean, what it is he can’t be sure, but he reaches a hand down to the back of your head, pushing you further down Eren’s length. He half-expects Eren to chastise him for it, but Eren groans, long and loud, a sound that simmers in Jean’s stomach.

Jean watches the contractions of Eren’s abs, trails his eyes up to where the other man’s strong chest is heaving, a strange, hot sensation trickling through his center. It’s too late to look away once he realizes he’s been caught, but instead of finding amusement when he meets Eren’s eyes, Jean finds something else entirely.

Eren’s looking at Jean the way he looks at you, all lusty and uninhibited. Jean nearly scowls at him, everything he’s internalized over the years rearing its head in his chest, but Eren stops him with a hand wrapped around the back of Jean’s neck. In the blink of an eye, there’s a set of lips on his, a sharp tongue licking into his mouth.

Jean lets out a wanton, strung out moan that Eren swallows, echoes with one of his own. Jean notices that your head has stilled under his hand, and he shoves you back onto Eren’s cock mindlessly, relishing in the way Eren’s mouth stutters against his own when you retch around him. He trails his hand, tentative and exploratory, up to Eren’s hair, grabs the bun at the back of his head and pulls. Jean’s surprised at the heat beneath his palm; he’s always known Eren runs hot, especially after the last few times he’s fucked you. It’s only natural to brush arms, brush legs during the act, but Eren’s skin is scalding, damp with sweat under his touch.

It’s not Jean’s first kiss with a man, not by any means, but he’d never guessed that Eren, headstrong, manly, unreadable Eren, had this in him. Had it been hiding there for all of these years? Was it a spur of the moment thing, that Eren would look back on and cringe at later?

Doubt getting the better of him, Jean breaks first, pulls away with a quiet smacking sound. Eren’s eyes are just as wide as his feel, searching Jean’s face for any sign of regret, of satisfaction, of something. A loud whine from below distracts them both, and whatever odd moment was forming is broken as they look down at you.

Your chin is covered in drool from where you’ve been choking on Eren, gagging around him, and your eyes are glossy and needy. Jean’s cock gets impossibly harder.

“What?” Eren taunts. “You jealous that I kissed your Jeanie?”

“Yeah,” you pout, brows knitting, but Jean can see the arousal written into your features. You liked it.

“Get up,” Jean says to you, voice hard and unforgiving.

You follow his instruction, standing on shaking legs. Jean can see the snark in your eyes before it comes out of your lips. “What, finally going to pay attention to me now?”

As soon as the words have left your mouth, Eren’s hand is around your jaw, wrenching it open for him to spit into your mouth. “Don’t fucking talk back, not if you want to cum.”

“You were doing so good,” Jean rubs a hand over your hip, guiding you to lay on top of him on the bed, “what, are you that desperate for us that you can’t mind your manners?”

“I just–”

“Want both of your slutty little holes filled?” Eren scoffs, kneeling on the bed behind where you’re straddling Jean’s hips. “Yeah, we know.”

You frown and lean down to Jean, searching for consolation, but he shoves you to sit back up, admiring the way your chest bounces with the movement.

“Can’t be nice to you all the time,” Jean’s voice is low, dangerous, “not when you act like a brat.”

He can see the heartbreak on your face, revels in it, but it’s short lived. Your eyes fly open as Eren works the plug out of you, tossing it to the side and wrapping an arm around you to take your neck in his hand. Eren looks down at Jean, exchanges a conspiratorial smirk with him.

“Why don’t you ask Jean if you can sit on it while I work you open, hm?”

Your eyes glisten pleadingly at Jean, but something’s come over him. He realizes he likes drawing those begging moans out of you, likes holding you over the edge between the tips of his fingers. Jean shrugs.

“Show me how bad you want it.”

While Eren reaches over to scrounge around for the lube in Jean’s bedside table, you start to work your hips over Jean’s cock, slicking it up with how wet you already are. Jean grabs you by the back of the neck, pulls you to him to drink down the little whimpers and moans that escape your lips.

“Jean, please,” you sigh into his mouth, “I need you.”

Jean’s resolve wavers, but he stands firm. “Beg.”

“I–” hot tears of shame are welling in your eyes now, Jean wants to lick them from your cheeks– “please, I need it, need your cock in me, please, Jean.”

“What do you think, Eren?” As Jean asks the question, it strikes him just how often he refers to the other man simply as “Jaeger”, not by his first name. In his mind, ‘Jaeger’ is his friend of many years, and ‘Eren’ is the man that he had just inexplicably, passionately kissed. “Think she’s earned it?”

“Let’s see how she takes my fingers,” Eren replies, slicking his fingers up with lube and forcing two into your already-stretched hole with ease, making you squeak in surprise, “oh fuck, she’s already so stretched out for us. Yeah, give her what she wants, let her warm up to it.”

“Thank you, t-thank you,” you stammer, out of your mind with want as Jean slides the head of his cock into you with a long groan.

“Shit,” Jean growls, holding onto you tight to prevent your hips from pushing down on him too fast, filling you up too quickly with Eren’s fingers hard at work in your other hole. Maybe he is the nice one, after all. “So fucking tight for me, aren’t you?”

“Mhm, for you,” you hum, lip tucked in your teeth.

“Think she likes you more than me,” Eren smirks from over your shoulder, working a third finger into you and making your jaw drop. For his part, Jean bottoms out, hissing as you pulse around him. He can feel Eren’s fingers scissoring through your walls, eyes rolling back into his head at the sensation.

“You okay? Is it too much?” Jean notices one of those tears that had sparkled in your eyes earlier threatening to fall, grabbing your face and forcing you to look at him. You look beautiful, all stretched around him and fucked out, mind blank.

“It’s a lot,” you nod, sniffle, “but I’m okay, I can take him. Want to, want– need you both.”

Eren’s eyes darken, and Jean can feel him remove his fingers, feel the accommodating stretch of your walls able to breathe again. Jean takes your hips in his hands, rolling you along his cock to grant both of you some of the friction you desperately need. You mewl, leaning over to wrap your arms around his shoulders. Eren’s lining up behind you, running a soothing hand over your back.

“Deep breaths, baby,” Jean instructs you, holding you to his chest. You sniffle and nod into his shoulder, muscles tense and twitching.

“Tell me if it’s too much, alright angel?” Eren leans over to press a surprisingly tender kiss between your shoulder blades and gives Jean a signaling nod, which Jean returns.

Jean can feel it the moment Eren pushes in, feel your body stretching itself to accommodate both of them. You squeal into the skin of Jean’s shoulder that you’ve taken between your teeth, and it hurts, but he lets you, rubbing circles on your lower back.

“Doing so good for us, baby,” Jean hums, pressing his lips to your ear, “too much?”

You shake your head, whimpering as Eren pushes in further.

“God, she’s– shit, it’s so fucking tight,” Eren growls, jaw clenched and a little vein protruding in his neck from the effort of holding himself back, reining in the part of himself that just wants to snap his hips forwards into you.

“Yeah, she is,” Jean chokes out, feeling suffocated by the way you’re pulsing around him, by the pressure of Eren’s cock shoving at him. He’s not sure where he ends and where the both of you begin, if there’s even any separation between his skin and Eren’s and yours anymore.

“Feel so– full,” you hiccup, nails digging into Jean’s shoulders. Your watery voice makes Eren pause, rub a hand over your back.

“You doing okay, baby? How you feeling?”

“Feels….” you take in a deep, heaving breath, “good. Feels so good.”

Eren grins, something feral. “That’s our girl. So good for us, yeah?”

“You like being full, hm?” Jean can feel a smile mirroring Eren’s on his face.

He doesn’t miss Eren’s choice of words. Our girl. And you are their girl, you love being full of them. Of course you do. You’re their insatiable little plaything, so good at taking them in each of your holes. You love it, you love them.

“It’s– fuck, I’m in,” Eren’s staring at where you’re all connected. Jean wishes he could see, but the tightness of you around him is enough, the way he can feel Eren through your thin walls, pressing against his cock. Eren pumps his hips experimentally, and all three of you moan in sync.

“Pl-please move, Jean, fuck- no, Eren, just–” you’re babbling nonsensically, music to their ears.

“We’ve got you,” Jean hushes you, fucking his hips up into you and cutting you off, “just sit tight and be our good little girl, alright?”

“Oh g-god.” Your words wrench from you in a sob, jolting with the thrust of Jean’s hips up into yours. It takes some work, but soon enough, they’re pumping in and out of you at the perfect pace, synced up so you’re never empty, not for long. You’re wailing, voice scratchy from all the crying you’ve already done that night, clutching onto Jean like he’s your last lifeline.

“Feels so fucking good,” Eren grits out, digging his fingers into the flesh of your hips, “so good for us.”

“Not gonna last long, not like this,” Jean agrees, sitting you up so he can see you, see your wet cheeks and your open mouth, “so pretty like this, aren’t you? All stuffed full?”

“She loves it,” Eren growls over your pathetic, shaky moan of agreement, landing a smack on your ass, “fucking loves us, don’t you baby? Tell us, tell us how much you love it.”

“I-I love it,” you manage, voice wrecked, “love you— fuck- love you both so much.”

Jean’s eyes widen, roll back in his head a little. You’re so perfect, obedient and willing to take both of them, let them abuse your holes. The thought makes him bite down on the inside of his cheek, not willing to be the first to break and ruin this perfect moment.

“Jean, I– shit, I’m gonna cum soon,” Eren pants, pupils blown wide and mouth hanging open when he meets Jean’s eyes. “Make her cum.”

Jean nods determinedly, somehow finds the presence of mind to slide a hand in between your slick bodies, swiping at your clit insistently. Your body blooms for him, back arching as you throw your head back against Eren’s shoulder. He feels you clench violently around him, knows you’ve already been on the edge since they started with you, knows you won’t take much goading to break for them.

“That good?” Jean forced out through his clenched jaw, trying to keep pace with Eren amidst your vice-like grip on him.

“Yes, so fucking– oh my god, J-Jean, I’m– Eren,” you’re babbling, close to the point of hysteria, eyes blank and teary. Jean’s free hand wraps around your hip, grabbing hard at the flesh there. He’s so gone he barely catches it, just barely, but he notices Eren’s hand. Eren lays his palm over Jean’s, deliberate and steady, grabbing onto the other man’s hand and squeezing down. Jean meets Eren’s eyes, fucked out and hooded.

“Come on,” Jean rubs faster, harder, his eyes flitting back and forth between yours and Eren’s, “show us what a good fucking girl you are for us.”

Whatever was tethering you to your sanity falls away, and you cum harder than Jean’s ever seen, mouth hanging open in a silent scream as your muscles lock up, legs trembling on either side of Jean’s hips. He grips your hip harder, trying to maintain a pace so you can ride your orgasm out on top of them. Eren follows quickly behind you, biting into your shoulder with a loud, long groan. When Jean feels Eren’s cum leaking out of you, feels the mess they’ve made between your legs, he falls over the edge too, slamming your hips down into his and grinding up into you with a moan.

The three of you collapse into a heap of limbs and sweat and stickiness, chests heaving and muscles twitching. Jean can feel the burn of Eren’s skin and the slick, plush give of yours, enveloping him from every angle, and for the first time in months, he lets his eyes flutter shut, letting himself enjoy the simple pleasure of touch.

But nothing is forever, and after a few minutes, he feels you begin to stir between them, mumbling about needing to go to the bathroom. Eren reluctantly rolls off the bed to help you to the bathroom to clean up, leading you out on shaking legs. Alone again, Jean throws his hands over his face and sighs, deep and hefty.

He shouldn’t be here, he should have never let you both goad him into this.

It occurs to Jean that he needs some air; the apartment feels suffocatingly small knowing that both of you are only a few layers of plaster and a door away. He pushes through regret and self-doubt, pulling his sweatpants back on and scrounging around in his laundry basket of unfolded, clean clothes to find a shirt.

“What are you doing?” Eren’s suddenly in the doorway, scowling at him.

“Going out.”

“You worked this morning. What, do you have plans or something?” There’s a clear note of annoyance in Eren’s voice, but Jean’s too exhausted and shaky to look into it.

“Jean?” You, Eren’s shadow as always, peer around his shoulders, a cute little furrow of confusion between your brows. “Where are you going?”

Jean nearly growls in frustration, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. “Out. I’m going out.”

He hates the way you flinch, grab onto Eren’s hand for stability in the wake of his snapping at you. Eren speaks next, but Jean doesn’t recognize his tone; it’s firm, but somehow, it’s lacking Eren’s perpetually angry intonation.

“Sit.” Eren’s got one finger pointed to the bed, ordering him as if this isn’t Jean’s own room. He drags you over behind him, plopping on the bed as if you all do this every day. Jean glares at Eren, softens his eyes at the way you’re looking up at him invitingly.

“We just want to talk a little,” you pat the comforter, smiling softly. That breaks him, and against Jean’s better judgment, he’s sitting where you’ve indicated, t-shirt still fisted in his hands.

“About?”

“We don’t want you to think– well, this…” Eren gestures his hands between the three of you, frowning deeper, and eventually sighing, “I don’t know how to say it.”

You pick up for Eren, smiling at him. “We don’t want you to feel like you’re out of place here, that’s all.”

Jean cocks an eyebrow. “In my own bedroom?”

“No, asshole,” Eren rolls his eyes, “with…with us.”

“What does that mean?” Jean’s heart nearly stops. A small, soft hand over his makes his breath catch in his throat.

“We’re not, like, experienced with this, so maybe we’re doing this whole thing wrong,” you look to Eren anxiously, who nods at you reassuringly, “but��we have room for you. If you’re open.”

“Like…” Jean barely trusts his voice to carry above a breath, “in what sense?”

“It’s not just sex,” Eren mumbles, flushing pink, “to us, at least.”

“We like you,” you clarify, smiling again, “and however you want us, if you want us, at least, you can have us.”

Jean blinks stupidly, looks to Eren to see if his face betrays anything, anything that could explain the conversation taking place, if it’s a joke, if he’s unsure. To his surprise, Eren looks up at him, green eyes earnest and burning into his, and takes the t-shirt out of Jean’s hands, giving one of Jean’s hands to you and taking the other for himself.

“It works,” Eren says, finding some conviction, “whatever you want to call it, this works.”

“For both of you?” Jean can hardly believe his ears, can hardly fathom the feeling of your soft, delicate little fingers and Eren’s calloused palms wrapped around his hands.

“For both of us. But…does it? For you?” Your voice wavers, your nerves betraying you.

“I mean, I don’t know what it is. I don’t understand it,” Jean admits, positive that his eyes are comically wide in the face of this new information.

“Me neither,” Eren shrugs, “but we don’t have to be so serious about it–”

“Not for now at least,” you smile at Eren encouragingly, nodding and urging him to press on.

“Not for now,” Eren agrees, squeezing Jean’s fingers ever so slightly, the smallest, most tentative reassurance, “we can figure it out later.”

“If you want it,” you bite your lip, looking up at Jean through thick lashes, “want us. We won’t be upset if you say no. No pressure.”

Jean thinks for a moment, thinks about everything you’re offering him. You, who he’s pined after for months, so beautiful and sweet to him. He thinks about sharing coffee with you in the mornings, holding you tight to his body and drifting off to sleep, letting you play with his hair. He doesn’t know if he loves you, but whatever he feels is pretty damn close to it, close enough to drive him crazy and keep him up at night.

And Eren. He’s been friends with Eren for near a decade now, known him for as long as he can remember. What this agreement means in terms of his relationship with Eren, Jean hardly dares to press, knowing how Eren is: flighty, argumentative, brash. None of that is written into Eren’s features now, though; Eren’s watching him intently, earnestly, chest stilled as if he’s holding his breath, waiting for Jean’s answer.

Something old and something new mixed together into something entirely unfamiliar.

“We don’t have to put a label on it now, or even go through the semantics,” Eren’s voice is spent, nearly breathless.

“We’ll give you some space if you need–”

“No,” Jean cuts you off, looking between you both, “no, it’s– it’s just a surprise, that’s all.”

Eren snorts. “How many times do we need to fuck you before you get the hint?”

“Eren!” You slap his arm, looking between him and Jean meaningfully. “Not really the time for jokes, is it?”

“I mean, fucking in the bathroom of Scout’s isn’t exactly wining and dining me,” Jean rolls his eyes. Eren laughs at that, unintentionally tightening his grip around Jean’s fingers and making Jean’s heart thud a little in his chest.

“You two are beyond annoying,” you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. Eren and Jean exchange a wicked smirk.

“Regretting this already?” Eren teases you, digging his fingers into your side and making you giggle.

“Get over here,” Jean pulls you onto his lap, feeling emboldened to press a quick succession of kisses to your jawline, to your cheek. God, maybe he does love you, the weight of you in his arms feeling almost perfect. Eren leans over and tackles you both, tickling you wherever he can reach, Jean pinning you to his chest despite your protests and thrashing.

That’s what’s missing, Jean realizes. It’s not about you and Jean, or you and Eren, or he and Eren. He understands Eren’s bluntness earlier: the three of you just work, regardless of the weirdness of it all or the awkward conversations that lay ahead. It works, and for now, that’s enough.

Eren relents in his torture, scooting up the bed and dragging you with him, pulling Jean’s covers over you both like he’d done it a hundred times. Jean’s last little inkling of self-doubt perseveres, and he hesitates, until Eren tosses the covers on your other side back, patting the sheets meaningfully. Jean swallows his pride, swallows his insecurity, and pulls you into his side, very mindful of Eren’s arm tossed over both of your shoulders, of Eren’s fingers weaving absentmindedly through the hair at the nape of his neck.

And in the morning, when Eren mimics Jean’s loud snoring and you’re playfully throwing little crumbs of toast at them over the counter, the little voice in Jean’s head that had warned him to keep his distance will be completely silenced for the first time in months.

[archangeldyke-all]

Imagine Sevika giving you the remote control to the newest toy that she said bought saying she will wear it the whole day because she needs someone to take control of her

anon......... u have no idea how hard i blushed reading this for the first time... omg...

men and minors dni

sevika's been having a horrible week. silco has been working her to the bone, and he's been nasty about it too-- nitpicking the work she's done, piling onto the work she hasn't. you were sleeping by the time she came home last night, only waking up to hold her in your arms and press a kiss to her head. this morning, you snuck out of bed to make her breakfast before she woke up, wanting to do something to make her day a little brighter.

she finds you in the kitchen, swaying your hips to the soft music playing through the speakers, scrambling eggs in a pan. you spin on your heel, grinning when you see sevika admiring you from across the living room.

"good morning baby." you say. she quickly strides over to give you a deep kiss.

"morning." she says against your lips. she sways with you for a moment, before you push her away and return to your eggs.

"breakfast will be ready in a minute. you think silco's gonna be a dick again today?" you ask. sevika sighs as she sinks down into her seat at the island.

"dunno. probably." she grumbles. you pout. your poor baby. the bags under her eyes have become even darker than normal and the only thing she's had the energy to do all week once she gets home is eat and sleep.

"at least it's friday. got the whole weekend ahead of you. when you get home tonight, i'll give you a back massage." you promise as you divvy up the eggs onto two plates. sevika doesn't respond. you turn to look at her, two plates of eggs in your hands, and freeze when you see the way she's studying you. you raise an eyebrow at her. "baby?" you ask. she suddenly grins, biting her lip.

"i got an idea. stay here." she says. she's out of the kitchen in a flash, leaving you confused and alone. you shrug, placing the plates on the table, pouring sevika a cup of coffee. you settle down and start eating as you wait for her to return. you hear some shuffling in the bedroom, a few drawers opening then closing again, and finally, sevika returns. she's wearing a mischievous smile as she stalks over to you, standing tall in front of where you're sitting. you blink up at her.

"hi." you say. she grins.

"hi. wanna have some fun?" she asks. you raise an eyebrow.

"now? we both got work in an hour."

"now... in an hour... all day." she says, nodding. you frown.

"much as i'd like to spend the day in bed with you, baby, i don't have any sick days left this year." sevika snorts, then shakes her head no.

"not what i'm talking about. here." she says, pushing a small remote into your hands. you furrow your brow in confusion.

"what's this?" you ask.

"try it." she says. you press the power button. above you, sevika's posture stiffens. you blink up at her.

"i don't understand, honey." you say.

sevika's voice is a little shaky when she speaks. "gimmie your hand." she says, holding her hand out. you reach out, and she gently guides your hand to the apex of your thighs, pressing your palm against her covered cunt. you gulp, your eyes widening in shock.

sevika's wearing a vibrator. a vibrator you've got the controls to.

a smile creeps up your face. in your free hand, you press the up button. sevika gasps, and your smile breaks into a grin.

"you're sure?" you ask her. she nods.

"if it's too much i can just take it out. just want-- want to feel..." she struggles to find the words.

"want me to take care of you?" you ask. she nods. you turn the vibrations off, then stand from your seat, pulling sevika down for a kiss. "i'll take care of you, baby." you say against her lips. her hands wrap around your waist, her eyes getting heavy at low tone of voice you use with her. "you take care of so much, don't you?" you ask, your hand coming up from her cunt to cup her cheek. she nods against you. "i know baby." you say. "you got any important meetings today?" you ask. sevika shakes her head no.

"just playing body guard for silco all day." she grumbles. you smile.

"good." you press a kiss to her lips. "that means i can play with you whenever i want." sevika shivers at your words.

you let her eat breakfast undisturbed-- she needs the protein before work. when she walks out of the door after kissing you goodbye, you watch through the peephole as you press the on button. she stumbles, then turns around to glare at the door. you giggle behind it, and her scowl turns into a soft smile at the sound.

you keep the vibrations on low until you leave for work fifteen minutes later, when you switch them off. you try to imagine your girlfriend, slightly turned on, waiting in anticipation for you to play with her from the other side of town.

at work, you and your coworkers gather in a circle to hear your bosses morning announcements. you don't even bother listening, much more focused on fiddling with the remote, flicking sevika's vibe on and off, on and off.

(across town, sevika's glaring especially intensely at one of silco's goons-- causing him to stumble over his words as he tries to explain why he was a hundred gold short on his weekly earnings. she's not even aware of the fact that she's meant to be intimidating the man, she's just trying to channel all her energy into looking scary so she doesn't whimper.)

you're distracted all day. the little remote in your back pocket is the only thing you're aware of. during your lunch break, you decide to tease your girlfriend some more. you let the low vibrations tease her for a few minutes-- give her time to get comfortable with the feeling-- and then you quickly dial up the vibrations three more notches.

(sevika's stalking behind silco when you do, and she stumbles when the vibrations click up, catching herself on silco's shoulder. he shoots her an odd look, and she clears her throat and points to the sidewalk. 'there was a rock.' she says.)

the last few hours of your day tick by agonizingly slowly. every free moment you get you use the time to fiddle with the remote. by the time 5:00 rolls around, you're practically running out of work to get to the last drop. you arrive just in time to watch sevika and silco walk down the steps that lead to his office and into the bar. you duck into a booth, not wanting sevika to see you yet.

for a few minutes you just watch her as she works. she nods to the occasional patron when their face is familiar enough, crosses her arms in front of her chest when someone gets a little too close to silco. when she gets her hands on a glass of whiskey, you decide to start teasing her.

just as she brings the glass to her lips, you flip the vibrations on. if you weren't looking for it, you wouldn't be able to tell, but you are and you can-- you can see the way her posture shifts slightly, one of her legs taking more of her weight than the other. she takes a gulp her drink, brings it back down to her side. you smile.

she goes to take another sip, and right before the liquor touches her lips, you flip the vibrations up a notch higher. this time, it's easier to spot-- the way she freezes, the way she has to clear her throat after she swallows her sip down.

on her third sip, when you flick the vibrations higher, she becomes suspicious. you see the way her eyes start to scour the crowd, looking for you. her eyes go toward the bar, you turn the vibrations down. they flick to the dance floor, closer to you, and you turn them back up. when her eyes start searching at the booths lining the walls, you flick it even higher. she shivers, and you smile, and then her eyes meet yours.

sevika grins upon seeing you. you grin back, and flip the vibrations up even higher. it's the highest you've put the vibrations on today. sevika doesn't try to hide her arousal from you, her eyes slowly blinking closed, her fists curling into balls at her sides. you cut the vibrations off and watch her deflate, gasping for breath. her eyes flick back to yours and you giggle. you close? you mouth to her from across the bar. she nods.

you rise from the booth, slowly walking toward her. she doesn't take her eyes off you as you approach silco's table.

"evening silco." you greet the man. he smiles up at you.

"good evening, dear." he says, pointing to a chair for you to sit beside him. you do. "are you here to steal her away from me?" silco asks you as you settle in beside him.

"i am indeed." you say. beneath the table, you flick the vibrations on, biting back your smile as sevika tenses behind silco.

"i suppose i'm finished with her for the week. do the two of you have any plans this weekend?" he asks. you shrug.

"just making sure she gets rested up. you worked her too hard this week." you say, notching the vibrations up higher. sevika grips her poncho between her fingers. silco sighs.

"yes, i figured this was coming." he grumbles. you roll your eyes. you and silco have had the same argument a dozen times. sevika refuses to get involved.

"i won't lecture you tonight." you say, nudging his ankle under the table. "but if you keep treating her like shit, one of these days she's gonna take me up on my offer to run away together. then what're you gonna do, with your best goon gone?" you ask. silco waves his hand at you.

"yes, yes, i know. i take her for granted." sevika doesn't even seem to register silco's words, her eyes are fixed on you. "go. enjoy your weekend." he says over his shoulder, waving at her. she blinks in confusion, and you laugh, standing to take her hand.

"come on, baby. lemme take you home." you say, guiding her out of the bar. in your pocket, you flick the vibrations even higher. the grip she has on your hand tightens. "you okay?" you ask in faux concern. you push out of the front door of the bar with sevika in tow.

"you--" she cuts herself off when you flick the vibrations higher again. an evil smile crawls up your lips.

"what baby?" you ask. "didn't hear you." she groans and stumbles, and you duck down an alleyway, pushing her against a wall. the second her back meets the wall, she's pulling you into her arms, scrabbling at your back and waist, burying her head into your shoulder.

"you okay?" you ask her. she nods against you, whimpering.

"'m so close." she whines out. you kiss her temple, and shoots her head up from your shoulder to kiss you. you press your lips against hers, moaning as her hands fly down to your ass, her tongue pushing past your lips to tangle with your own.

you trail one of your hands up to tangle in her hair, the other snakes down to pry her hand away from your ass to slip in your back pocket and grab the remote. you nip her tongue and she whimpers.

"you have a good day?" you ask against her lips. she blinks in confusion before nodding.

"yeah?" she guesses. you giggle.

"you remember anything from today?" you tease her. she huffs.

"no i--" she squeaks as the vibrations rise higher. "fuck!" she grunts.

"you were distracted?" you guess. she nods, biting her lip. "why's that?"

"you-- you were-- shit!"

"i was...?"

"teasing me!" she shouts. you giggle, kissing her again.

"not teasing, baby." you say. you notch the vibrations up higher once more-- the highest it can go, and sevika starts to shake against you. "taking care of you." you say. she nods, desperate.

"y-yeah." she grunts out.

"i take good care of you don't i, baby?" she nods again.

"so good, so fuckin' good."

"i know. so let me take care of you now, baby. cum for me." you whisper against her ear. she gasps, and you muffle the shout she cums with with your own lips.

sevika shakes against you, clawing at your ass, pulling you closer and closer to her until you can barely breathe. eventually, she relaxes, slumping against the wall behind her. you turn the vibrator off. she lets out a long sigh, then starts laughing above you. you smile up at her.

"i love you so fuckin' much." she says, her eyes sparkling in post orgasm bliss. you grin.

"love you too honey. did this help you take your mind off things today?" you ask. she nods, a goofy smile spreading on her face.

"i'm a genius." she says. you laugh, shooting up to kiss her.

"come on. lemme take you home, give you that back massage we were talking about this morning." you suggest. sevika groans, leaning forward to wrap you in a tight hug.

"you really do, you know." she says into your neck.

"i do what, baby?"

"take care of me." she says. "so well."

[muntitled]

Hi!! (this is the same anon that praised the magnificent work that was Picture Perfect.) i would like to make one itty bitty baby request. (now walk with me) imagine best friend!Sohee that's like low-key (🤫high-key) obsessed with you. he begrudgingly listens to you gush about the dates some guy (Seunghan, maybe? 👀) has taken you on. he constantly nitpicks the dates and points out anything remotely negative. until one day (dramatic pause), you casually tell him that you and that same guy (SEUNGHAN) had sex after your most recent date. a switch flips in Sohee and he's sooo pissed and yelling a lil bit. you're like "what the fuck?" and "hold on, Sohee's kinda… bites finger" at the same time. you guys end up having sex and it's FILTY (both physically and verbally.) flesh this out however you see fit. this literally came to me in a hazy vision (and only you can make it sound good 🙏🏾.)

What a spicy prompt. Never run out of ideas for me, please. I hope you like and so sorry for the wait <33

𝐁𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

Summary: He just doesn't deserve to be the goofy best friend. It's not fair.

Warnings: Language, Roommates!AU, Best Friends To Lovers, Obsession, Perv!Sohee,Cheating Implications, Slight Angst, Jealousy, Smut +18 (Minors DNI), Masturbation, Panty stealing, Handjobs, Blowjobs, Needy!Sohee, Grinding, Humping, Nipple Play, Spitting, Degradation Kink, Praise Kink

This is unedited because it's 1am. We die like hot girls here. If this is bad and incoherent don't mention it I beg...

If there is ever a time, Sohee wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole. It would be now. Anything to get him away from here and the horrible fucking situation he has stumbled into.

Sohee had walked into your shared living room comfortably, almost nonchalantly, with his head bowed and his voice as characterically cheerful as ever. The packaged videogame is still clenched in his palms.

"This was the last one!” he burst into the living room, voice charged with enthusiasm, “I had to sell my soul to get it but-" Sohee did not anticipate walking in on you and Seunghan sitting so cosily on the couch, nor did he feel even remotely comfortable with the sight.

Your eyes widen slightly as you push off a reluctant Seunghan who had been nuzzling in between your neck.

Sohee, who already wore his entire bleeding heart on his sleeve, allowed his smile to dim dismally.

"Oh-I,” Your mouth hung open in apparent shock, “Sohee!"

His mood plummets at the sight of you hurriedly pulling to fix the button of your oversized flannel. "I didn't think you'd be home so early," You're scrambling to pull your bra strap up. At least you had the gall to appear somewhat flustered and somewhat uncomfortable. Seunghan on the other hand, ever the quiet brood, keeps his hand on your exposed thigh, with his lips pursed tight.

"I-I'm sorry for interrupting-'' Sohee isn't sure why the apology even tumbles out of his lips but it does and it causes a very deep, scorching heat to wash across his features. "It's just..." Sohee twiddles the video game cover in hands, evading all eye contact as he begins, "I-I thought we said we'd be playing today. I rented the game and everything…" Sohee doesn't dare exchange a single glance with Seunghan as he swallows thickly, "And that's why you said I should get off work earlier."

The way your eyes expand and your hands fly to cup your mouth makes Sohee feel marginally better.

"That was today? Fuck! I'm so sorry, Hee,"

"No! Don't even stress! I should've found out if you had other plans- I'm sorry."

"Jesus, Sohee don't apologise!” You look thoroughly displeased with yourself, nothing at all like the unbothered expression on Seunghan's face as he leans his head against your shoulder, still splaying mindless kisses against your skin as if Sohee wasn't even there.

It is then that Sohee decides, with blistering conviction and a beating heart, that Seunghan just doesn't deserve you.

"You shouldn't be the one apologising." You say, beginning to push yourself up off the couch, "Here, I'll turn on the tv-"

"Do that and we'll end up missing the concert." Seunghan finally pipes up beside you, "They're front row seats, babe… c'mon"

Sohee is forced to watch as you visibly melt from another man's gaze alone. The way Seymour slithers his hand around your waist, pulling your gaze towards him while you comply like a good little girl.

Sohee tastes the bile rising in the back of his throat and swallows.

"Sohee's not gonna mind," Seunghan continues, before turning to finally spare Sohee a single diginifying gaze, "Right little man?"

Sohee could hardly even begin to exclaim that he was hardly little but instead, he swallows down his words, as he is so used to doing, and he quietly says, "If you don't go, I'll kill you myself,"

The conflicted expression across your face melts away like glaciers in the summertime and you're immediately engulfing your best friend in the most suffocating hug. He never dares move away. He doesn't even dare wrap his arms around you, because your front is pressed flush against his and the blood is already beginning to rush to his cock.

You were the very object of his every desire.

Having you so close was far too dangerous.

Sohee's eyes flutter open to see Seunghan's sharp, cat-like smile over your shoulder, immediately snapping him out of his trance, until he's detangling his limbs from yours.

Sohee spends that night, as has become custom of most of his nights; with his hand down his pants, his head thrown back against the headboard, and his eyes squeezed painfully shut.

He ruts mindlessly against his own hand; vyour panties wrapped around his aching shaft and he thinks back on hours before, when you had your arms wrapped around him. How secure he felt being held there. How right it felt having you locked against him like a puzzle piece.

"You're so pretty," he mewls into the empty open air, "You're just so pretty- fuck, you feel so good " His voice is hoarse and his limbs are shaking with the knowledge that your bedroom was right next door. Empty. Absolutely void of the warmth of your presence. "Can't help it, can't help it, can't help it,"

He doesn't dare imagine what you and Seunghan might have accomplished were he not to storm in on you. He doesn't even let the thought take any sort of shape in the chambers of his mind because that space was reserved for you and him alone and soon, Sohee is moaning into the open air, forcing his eyes open so he could watch his cum spurt onto your panties and for all of 10 euphoric seconds, he is in utter bliss.

"Did you hear anything I even said?"

"What?" He most certainly didn't hear anything you said. Far too caught up in stealing intermittent glances at your breasts practically spilling out of the bust of your sundress.

"I need to start charging your mom double," You narrow your eyes, "She pays me to hang out with you,"

Sohee pushes you sideways, nearly toppling you to the other side of the couch as he continues skating his fingers over the controller.

Through the open blinds, the night is deep and a gentle heavenly breeze flows over the little gaming den you and Sohee created since the peroration of your evening together. What was supposed to be a 'study session' quickly morphed into Sohee challenging you and your incredibly arduous pride to multiple rounds of a new videogame. You're not very good at the games but Sohee is more than comfortable withholding any unnecessary skill.

Just to make you feel like you're winning.

He'd do just about anything you wanted him to.

"I didn't even see how late it's gotten, fuck- Seunghan's gonna kill me."

The time has quite literally slipped past you both, and Sohee's stomach growls in stark affirmation. He ignores it though, pausing the game to inquire, "Who?"

"Seunghan," you say, pushing yourself up from the couch. Sohee could sense a stark impression of history repeating itself and he'll be damned if he lets it happen again.

"I forgot he invited me to go watch the fireworks.” You continue obliviously, “The show starts at midnight so I should be able to make it if I-"

"You're going out with some random guy that late at night?" The smile on Sohee's face is permanent but you can sense the apprehension in his voice. It causes you to stop your movements.

You're standing adjacent to him, with your hand hanging limply from your open bag, "He's not just some random guy, though," you hope the chuckle at the end of your sentence might alleviate what little bit of tension is beginning to stir in the air.

Sohee is quiet which is very unlike him. You have your eyes narrowed with scepticism which is very unlike you.

The entire world feels like it's about to be tipped on its axis.

"He's my boyfriend."

"Who else is going to be there?" Sohee's vicious line of questioning overlaps with your defence.

"I don't think that's any of your business..."

Sohee shrugs, with his permanent smile still etched on his face as he leans forward, elbows on his knees "Humor me,"

"Seunghan wanted me to meet his friends," You're not sure why you tell him but you do.

"Isn't it a little too soon to be meeting his friends?"

Your eyebrows immediately furrow as you advance in on him, "Sohee-"

He sits back and gazes up at you from his spot on the couch. "You haven't even had sex yet and you wanna meet his friends-"

"Actually we did sleep together." The lie tumbles out of your mouth faster than you can catch it and once the words are out there, taking it back is like putting toothpaste back into the bottle. Utterly impossible.

"You… what?" Sohee's sunshine smile begins to falter and it's only then that you think you might have made a very grave mistake.

"What are you talking about?" A gasp so small but so incredibly audible wrenches itself from your throat when he bolts up from the couch. Never did you think your best friend could ever exhibit any emotions besides a near constant state of joy. Seeing him so disturbed has you feeling disturbed and perhaps you wanted to step back, but his hand is locked firmly around your wrist.

"You let him..." Sohee breaks eye contact. The boy looks like his entire world is being flipped over, "No, you wouldn't..." he shakes his head. "He probably forced himself on you, didn't he?" Your eyes widen as you watch the boy you knew begin to spiral further and further. Deeper and deeper. "Fuck, I saw how pushy he was with you the other day and I didn't do anything-"

"Sohee. Seunghan didn't-"

His hands leave your wrist to cup the sides of your face, bringing your words to a startling halt in the back of your throat. His gaze is so intense, it's as if his big eyes have the power to break you apart.

"Tell me he did it." Sohee's voice is raising and your nerves are shot to hell, "You wanna tell me the only way you had sex with Seunghan was because he made you do it… but if that's not the case-" His voice comes down from his high crescendo as he says, "Then you were being a slut all on your own."

This was not the time for you to be having even the vaguest of obscene thoughts, but your best friend of endless years has just called you a slut with such genuine conviction and his words had travelled straight to your clit. A deep warmth descends over your face, perhaps from being scolded by him so cruelly. By someone you wouldn't think even has the capabilities of speaking up in a dense crowd.

Your legs nearly give out under you, and when Sohee does a very daring thing, when he lowers his face in between your neck just as he'd seen Seunghan do, you nearly topple all the way to the ground.

Nearly.

"Tell me you didn't do anything," he pouts as his lips skim against your sensitive skin. You have no idea what to do with your hands, your arms, your face or your feet and so you let him nuzzle his nose into you, while your heart beats erratically.

"Tell me you weren't being a little slut-"

"F-Fuck Sohee," the moan that's slips past your lips surprises you both. And Sohee is quick to pull away from you as if your skin caught fire. His eyes are wide and they only grow wider when they meet your heavy lidded gaze. Completely overturned with lust.

What the hell did he just do?

"F-Fuck, I'm s-sorry, I-" But you're already pressing your lips against his, your arms finding purchase over his shoulders and pulling him impossibly closer. Sohee immediately whimpers against your lips while his hands sink into the softness of your curves. It's a rabid, fierce kiss that has Sohee pushing his tongue in prematurely. You find yourself not minding all that much. In fact, his eagerness only succeeds in getting you even wetter than you already were.

"Fuck, I need you so bad-" The words flowing from your mouth are music to his very ears. When you pull away, Sohee's face is bathed in red.

"You can't say stuff like that," he whispers before reattaching his lips to the side of your mouth. Now that he had you, he'd be damned if he let you get away. He'd be damned if he didn't mark up every single bit of skin available to him.

"Don't stop," your hands find purchase in his short, dyed hair before mindlessly pushing the boy back onto the couch.

He watches with swollen, open lips as you crawl up into his lap, your sundress gathering at your hips as you straddle him.

Sohee looks down and catches the faintest glimpse of your lace underwear before immediately looking back up, as if he were looking at something he was not supposed to see. Beside his naivete being so incredibly cute, it awakens a burning warmth in the pit of your stomach that only makes you needier for him.

"Look at me, Sohee," You whisper as you splay gentle kisses across his collarbone. "You need to look at me," hesitantly, Sohee's eyes drag their way to you, just in time to watch you lift the dress up over your head. His lungs are vacuumed shut and Sohee's fingers sink painfully into your ample thigh straddling his hips as you discard the dress and your bra over your shoulder.

"This can't be real," Sohee whispers when you lift his hand to place it gently against your breasts and their puckered nipples. He immediately readjusts himself underneath you. A deeply embarrassing attempt at hiding the way his hips buck up against your core.

His neediness spurs on your arousal.

You tip your head back when you pull Sohee's head against your breasts. His lips latch onto your nipples and a dazzling, choked moan runs out of your throat. The most beautiful fucking sound he's ever heard.

"Sohee-oh my God," You're grinding mindlessly against his stiff bulge while he sucks fervently, caught in the throes of your own pleasure.

"Oh-God, you're gonna make me cum-" Your quiet moans only spur him on, and Sohee brings his other hand up to tweak your other nipple as he continues to suck while you rut against him. His cock is leaking precum and his limbs are shaking from trying by all means to stop himself from cumming before you do. When you slip into your orgasm you scream his name. Not Seunghan's, or anyone else's...

He couldn't even begin to describe it. Watching you come down from you high, flushed and chest rising and falling, felt like a fucking priveledge.

"I lied," you slip out, "I didn't have sex with Seunghan." You crawl up off his lap slowly and Seunghan's narrowed eyes follow you with scepticism. "I know- it was stupid and I just felt like you were judging me and-"

"Oh my fucking God, don't ever do that again!" Sohee places a hand on his heart as he physically deflates. Unbeknownst to him, the sneakiest smile flits it's away across your face.

"It's almost like you were jealous or something?" Between the teasing tone in your voice and the fact that you were kneeling right in front of him, rubbing against his sweater clad thigh, Sohee did not know where to place his focus. He felt himself slipping into that very needy state right before your eyes, and you were all too pleased to watch it happen.

"I wasn't..." his words ebb away into a wavering exhale when you bring your hand to the waistband of his sweats, politely urging them down just enough to place your hand over the rock hard bulge in his pants. He still hasn't cum yet and he's all too aware of it now.

"I wasn't-"

"What was that?" You're kneeling in front of him now. Dipping your head down as if you would dare let your mouth make contact.

"I wasnt jealous- F-FUCK,"

You had done quick work of pulling his cock out, letting Sohee roll his head back, careful to still keep his half lidded eyes on you.

He watches with bated breath and a helplessly pained expression as you bow your head over his shaft and spit.

"Oh my God," the second your spit connects your mouth to the head of his cock he's absolutely done for; rolling his hips up intermittently, hoping for at least the faintest bit of friction again.

"Please, please, please-" His voice breaks in between his begging and your smile only widens, "I've w-waited for so long?"

"You've thought about me like this?" You cock your head to the side as you begin to pump Sohee's cock ever so slowly. "You've been having bad thoughts about me, Sohee?"

"F-Fu- c-could you just-" He attempts to lift his hips up, guiding his glistening cock through the palm of your hand but you don't budge.

"So you were jealous then?" Sohee visibly deflates at the egotistical conviction in your voice.

You wanted to make him say it.

"Just admit that-"

"I was jealous, Okay! Fuck- I thought you could already tell!" He whines, motioning down at his aching cock leaking precum. His head rolls backwards when you resume your stroking and pick up the pace. "G-God, I've wanted you f-or so long," he can barely keep his words in his mouth and the words that do slip out, are sloppy and messy.

Sohee runs his hand through his hair as he watches you bow your head over his lap. He is utterly transfixed. So transfixed he doesn't even register that his mouth is hanging open, his tongue lolling out slightly. "D-Dont-"

His cock twitches the second your mouth encloses around the head of his cock and he's pushing you down by your head, eliciting a surprising yelp from you. "m'Sorry! m'so, so sorry, you just feel so good," Sohee clenches his teeth as he rams his cock into your mouth, and you take all of him. You take him so fucking well.

"Where can I cum?!" He manages to ask in a strained, tense voice and you lift your head like lightning, still furiously stroking his cock.

"Wherever you want."

His eyes shoot to the back of your skull and Sohee only manages to quickly reply, "O-On your tits," before you're pressing your boobs together, allowing him to shoot his load all over your chest. He tries to keep his eyes open, he really does. But the little he's able to see before the pleasure takes over him completely is enough for Sohee to replay in his mind for decades.

"O-h my God," he exhales, before finally slumping back in his seat, "F-Fuck,"

You stare down at the mess he's made all over your chest, quickly promoting Sohee to do the same...

"Uh- I'm sorry-"

"Apologise one last time and you won't get to cum next time."

Sohee swallows thickly. Those two words ring louder in his ear than anything else you said: Next time.

[telail]

☆- HHTFH, ST. | WOOYOUNG

Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Poc!Thickfem!Reader Tags: 896 wc, established relationship, heavily suggestive- like borderline smut, body worship (?), ateez drabble, minors DNI 🎧- All Mine by Kanye West note: thinking bout js making a bunch of drabbles based off of interesting tweets that pop up on my feed. Also js want wooyoung to hold my titties.

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“Really Wooyoung.” You sigh, leaning back into your boyfriend's somewhat embrace.

“What? You said you were tired, I’m doin’ you a favor.” He scoffed playfully.. “You should be grateful.” 

You’d come home not even an hour ago completely worn out. It felt like your clients had particularly had it out for you today with their painfully obvious questions and nitpicking. 

By the last hour of your work day of course you’d been dying to return home to your man and be up under him. Expecting him to kiss and cuddle away your stress, as he normally would- but of course, Wooyoung just had to have his spontaneous moments of odd but endearing affection. Like now.

He’d come behind you in a back hug once you’d gotten out of the shower and opted for changing into something comfy and sitting on your super comfort-appealing mattress. You assumed he was going to pepper you in his usual affection, kisses and gentle questions about your day as he massaged your tired limbs.

But instead he’d made it his business to slide his slender fingers underneath the loose shirt you wore, letting his warm fingers crawl up your middle all the way up to your chest. His hands sprawled over each of your breasts as he cupped them.

“Not now babe, m’tired.” You said, thinking he was trying to initiate something. To which he responded with a kiss to your cheek assuring you that he wasn't going to try anything.

“Relax,” he said, stretching the last syllable “m’ just holding them.” He kissed the backside of your neck, letting his lips linger there  before continuing. “..they’re soft.” 

“I bet they are.” You mumbled, letting out a soft giggle as you felt him gently pulse the plush flesh in his grip. 

You felt his lips curve into a smile from where they lingered on your skin. “Love your boobs.” he whispered, kissing the shell of your ear as he did so. “Fit my hands jus’ right, you’d think they were made for me.” 

A familiar heat began to brew in your belly, making its way all over your body as his words made your soul flutter with the intimacy infused within them.

“Stop,” you responded shyly, but Wooyoung knew good and well that you were enjoying this. Not more than he was though.

“Why should I?” He questioned in faux confusion, moving both of your bodies so that he was now spooning you while his hands remained glued to your tits.

You allowed him to pull your body down, lazily following his lead as you decided on leaving him without a response and burying your face into the nearest pillow instead.

Wooyoung only smirked at your lack of response, finding your reactions amusing. 

“Love your pretty waist.” He continued, one of his hands leaving the comfort of your chest to trail down to your waist. The tickly sensation made you jump a bit as he lightly squeezed the area he spoke of.

Every reaction from you was only adding fuel to his fire. Although he did enjoy seeing you flustered there was no doubt that he meant every word that came out of his mouth.

He moved his lips from your ear to the curve of your neck. Not leaving a single spot without a kiss as he felt you up.

“Love your tummy,” he mumbled, his voice laced with a slight rasp and love as his middle finger smoothed over your navel. “and your sexy ass hips..” You felt him smile against your neck before playfully nipping it.

His free hand continued its journey along your body, eventually finding one of your love handles and giving it an affection squeeze before he was slipping his hand from under your shirt.

“But overall..” He started, reaching to pull the pillow you’d been squeezing away from your face. “I love you, more than life it's damn self.” He finished, gently moving your head in his direction so he could give you the kiss you’ve been desperately craving all day.

“Love you too.” You mumbled against his lips, diving right back into what he’d started but a little less gentle and more passionate. 

“Make me feel so good about myself.” You said. Suddenly you weren't as tired as you were 5 minutes ago. 

“As I should..” Wooyoung replied, fighting back a sound as you swung a leg over his waist, hoisting yourself up to straddle him around his pelvic area.

By now he’d finally moved his hands from their place on your boobs to rest them on your hips as you continued to kiss him feverishly.

Just when he was starting to get comfortable you pulled away, cooing at how he chased your lips before sitting up. 

The subtle roll of your hips was obviously enough to get Wooyoung going. Adam's apple bobbing as you grabbed one of his hands and placed it on your chest, this time with your hand over his.

“Thought you said you were tired..” 

He sounded strained, as if he was trying his absolute hardest to not fall apart right then and there, a pretty tint of pink coating his features as he made eye contact with you.

“I’m up now.” You said, flashing him a smile before pressing your hips down harder with every glide of your hips.

“o- oh fuc-”

He was in for a ride. Literally.

excuse any mistakes :p

[iamumbra195]

MY favourite bleach head canons in no particular order

1. the idea that all shinigami in gigai give off uncanny valley vibes

Basically like Isshin, whose not quite human but not quite shinigami, meets some of Ichigo’s friends when he was a kid like Tatsuki and she obviously met his mom before and she was nice so she wasn’t expecting much from his dad and then she meets him and her first reaction is ‘what the fuck is that???’

The kurosaki kids, who have grown up with their dad and have pretty high levels of reiatsu, don’t actually realize this while their human friends just instinctually avoid Isshin ‘cause they feel like something’s off about him

of course over time and with extended exposure to Ichigo’s reiatsu, the weirdness kinda fades away but anyone outside of Ichigo’s circle generally avoids all the shinigami that come to Karakura in gigai for those reasons

2. all animals hate shinigami except cats and crows

literally for no reason besides the fact that I like them

I love the idea of shinji with his creepy ass smile just perched on top of a telephone pole and if he stays still long enough, crows will start sitting on him XD

I also have cats that I love and I love the idea of Ichigo just chilling on his bed with an orange cat and doing the purring thing with it while he’s sleeping

And then when he goes to a pet store with Rukia because she wants to see bunnies, all the animals go ballistic anf they get kicked out XD

3. the visored + ichigo with animalistic traits

laying down on hot things because it feels nice on their skin and soothes something in their lizard brains

eyes that flash hollow yellow when they feel intense emotion (inspired the scene in the anime where Aizen says that hollowification is faster when agitated so emotions heavily affect their appearance

I like the idea that they get very tactile with people they care about (not in a romantic way) and they get into little wrestling matches over stupid stuff because that’s they’re idea of playing and bonding

Shinji gives cat vibes, you can’t even tell me he doesn’t just look at him. When cats make eye contact as they push something off the table- that’s him

I also really like the idea of the hollowification affecting their zanpakuto. Given that Ichigo was pretty much born with his hollow, he doesn’t notice the different the way the Visored do 

Shinji’s whole standing upside down and reversing the gravity on himself, I like the idea that it came after his hollowification and if he wishes he can do it to others

Idk if there’s any jjk manga readers her but you know that attack kenjaku has where he makes you feel like you’re falling but you’re not really? He does it to Yuji a few times when he’s fighting mahito and I love the idea of Shinji having that ability, just completely fucking up their sense of reality and direction

I haven’t thought of the other visored abilities but from my other AU that I will never write, I mentioned that Kaien was hollowified as well so I love the idea of him just being completely obsessed with everything water related and having an affinity for any water type kido and being able to control minor amounts of water without actually drawing Nejibana and being able to breath under water

4. all zanpakuto spirits do commentary in their weilders head

but only ppl like Ichigo and Toushiro who have incredibly powerful spirits that they can literally talk to in the middle of a fight can actually hear

Like Zabimaru, haineko, and all the other zanpakuto are just constantly making fun or nitpicking the way their weilder uses them

But Ichigo is the only one who has to suffer through Zangetsu (Shiro) cackling in his head while Toushiro gets useful feedback and Ichigo’s just completely done with him

a sadder headcanon: all zanpakuto spirits talk to their weilders regularly however, the Visored because of their own fear of their hollowification have estranged themselves from their zanpakuto spirits and like Shiro is hostile with Ichigo in canon, the others are like ten times worse

5. If Ichigo every actually seals his zanpakuto, he’d be incredibly sensitive to reiatsu (I forgot to add this one the first time and I didn’t wanna make another post XD)

I personally love this little explanation of Ichigo’s powers and you know how Ichigo is just really shitty at sensing reiatsu at the beginning? Shinji commented on it a couple times and seemed pretty confused by it.

I think that part of the reason why he’s so bad at it-- especially after the SS arc ‘cause remember he was actually pretty good at sensing back then-- is because after he achieved Bankai, Hollow Zangetsu was in control rather than OMZ and with that switch in power came a significant uptick in his own reiatsu to the point where Ichigo actually feels like he’s being crushed by his own power and he can feel how close Shiro is for the first time and he’s actually scared of his own power

Hiyori even comments about how he’s scared of his own bankai because the distance between him and Shiro decreases everytime he gets stronger since Shiro gets stronger with him

Anyways, we’re not devolving into an analysis about Ichigo and Shiro but eventually Ichigo learns how to sense things properly even with his own reiatsu

So when he finally seals Zangetsu and he’s no longer covered by his own power because it’s finally sealed, he’s gonna be sensing things so much stronger and get sensory overload only it’s ✨reiatsu sensitivity✨

6. Souls in the Society age until they find an appearance both they and their reiatsu level is comfortable with (Another one because I’m an idiot and I forgot)

Excluding Toushiro’s weird case of appearanc shifting but I guess that could be attributed to his bankai’s weirdness that I don’t know much about

I don’t think we’ve gotten on actual explanation on how souls age so I’ve decided to apply this hc

Basically the reason why ppl like Unohana, who looks incredibly similar to herself from a thousand years ago, the only difference being how much less sinister she looks and how calm she looks

Plus, all the characters from the Turn back the pendulm arc barely changing over a hundred years is wild

I initially thought of it as comparing every decade a soul lives to ever year a human lives but that didn’t feel right so I chose this

[spammreviews]

Pantheon Season Two Review:

AAHHHHHH!!! I LOVE THIS SHOW SO MUCH. IT HAS EVERYTHING I WANT OUT OF SCI-FI. AHHHHH!!!

A minor complaint I have is that the animation is occasionally a bit odd. There are a few moments when CGI is used, and it sticks out like a sore thumb. Also, the animation would sometimes get oddly smooth for two seconds. In addition, there were moments when it felt like different characters were in different art-styles, and that was a bit confusing.

However, these were just minor moments.

My only real complaint here is that the plot often feels forced. It relies a lot on contrivances, like Maddie’s mom just letting Maddie go off on her own in DC, Mist randomly coming into existence at the most opportune moment, and Caspian’s fake dad randomly coming in to save the day also at an opportune moment. Lots of things show up very conveniently, like the swarm. It’s supposed to show up when there is a big spike in UI energy, but there’s half a dozen scenes where a lot of energy is used and it doesn’t show up. That’s a nitpick, but I thought I’d mention it. 

In addition, the story really likes introducing new concepts that previously had little foreshadowing like Holstrom’s brain being preserved, their being a bagillion other UIs, and once again, Mist. The virus thing also came out of nowhere. 

It doesn’t help that the plot of this season is constantly changing directions. We get two episodes all about bringing Maddie’s dad back, only for that to be a very minor thing. Then, the plot is all about stopping Holstrom, despite that feeling pretty disconnected with the first hour and a half of TV we’ve previously seen. 

However, I don’t really care, as the story knocks it out of the park when it comes to its characters and concepts.

Maddie is such a great character. Firstly, the animators did a fantastic job with her expressions. She always looks so sad, and I just want to give her a big hug. Also, props to actress Katie Chang, as I really like the way a lot of Maddie’s lines are whispered in a very meek voice.

Both of these connect to what I think makes Maddie work so well: she’s just a kid. This season really highlights how much she’s just a grieving child who is in over her head. I love that part where she reunites with her mom and gets all embarrassed about being hugged. It’s such a teenager thing to do.

While I complained about the odd shift of the season suddenly becoming about Holstrom in its third episode, I think we needed those first two episodes to really show where Maddie’s head space is. The scene where she’s chased by that conspiracy weirdo was a great way or showing that she is not a fighter, and she’s someone who is going to be overpowered by adults. Throughout the rest of the season, when put it similar situations, Maddie has a really realistic reaction. There’s no moments of her beating anyone up.

In addition, Pantheon’s portrayal of grief is incredibly realistic. Maddie knows grieving works, she knows she needs to move on, but she’s still struggling. In a lot of ways, we see Maddie making the right moves. She does talk about her feelings, she does find new activities, she does accept the reality of her situation, but she still makes the decision to go to Norway. In addition, this grief never goes away. Whenever David Kim is brought up, we see Maddie have to take a moment. 

I also liked Maddie’s reaction to Mist existing because of how immature it is. Apparently, a lot of kids do get this feeling of jealousy when a new sibling enters their life- and it’s really interesting to see this play out in such a unique way. It’s also neat to see Maddie slowly bonding with Mist over the course of a few episodes. 

So, yes, Maddie is fantastic, but so is Caspian. He’s just really entertaining to watch. That scene where he has a gun pointed at him and is just completely nonplussed is both very funny and very sad. His constant depression makes him sympathetic and also really endearing. There’s a very clear EVA influence on the show, and in that way, Caspian is basically a male REI, and I find that charming. 

Caspian’s plot is really focused on him struggling to reckon with being a clone, and I like that the show doesn’t just have him being completely okay with it after his arc in season one. It understands that something this existentially horrific isn’t something that is easily reckoned with. I also appreciated that he doesn’t instantly forgive his fake dad- as that also feels really realistic. 

Another big idea is Caspian having to get along with others. When we’re re-introduced to him in the first episode, he’s being really prickly to everyone, but Maddie manages to drag him out of it because she’s the only one actually honest to him, giving him this whole speech. Caspian was in a situation where no one was honest with him, so he really had no one to talk to, but Maddie gave him that. In addition, he is forced into situations where he has to become a better people person. A good example of this is the episode with Joey, where he has to communicate with someone who is being very antagonistic with him. The show doesn’t draw attention to it, but it’s there.

Plus, Caspian has to serve as a shoulder for Maddie to lean on. A really moving scene is when Caspian gives a pep talk to Maddie after she watches her father die for the gajillionth time. It’s like him returning the favor of her previously giving him emotional support before, and it shows that he has actually taken her advice to heart.

Also, Holstrom sort of represents all of the assholery within Caspian, and Caspian fighting Homstrolm is him sort of fighting his own inner demons. Holstrom literally takes the appearance of Caspian during the fight. All of the comparisons between Caspian and Holstrom throughout the season are neat, like when we see Caspian say that he has this grand purpose in the Joey episode, and then Holstrom says something very similar two episodes later. 

Their relationship is also cute in how mature both characters are about it, particularity in that one scene where Caspian says he wish he met Maddie at a different time. 

It is nice to have the main characters be my favorite characters. The side cast are also given stuff to do. 

In particular, I like all the UIs we meet, as it feels like each of them have their own complexities while also serving to move Caspian and Maddie’s arcs forward. As I previously said, Caspian has to deal with Joey being antagonistic, but there’s also the way Olivia and Farhad show Caspian and Maddie that reaching out to others is necessary. Maddie is forced to give a pep talk to Farhad guy about how his dead GF wouldn’t want him to just wallow in his misery, and it’s clear that she’s also telling this to her herself. Then, the Israeli guy’s story is all about how memory defines us, as the Israeli guy has to confront his old memories to save himself. It sort of proves to Caspian that he is more than Holstrom because of the way his different memories define him. Caspian has this line about how you can’t “cut out your core”, and it’s another instance where its clear that Caspian is talking about himself.

I think that’s neat. 

I also didn’t expect the Israeli guy to go through a complete character arc in about fifteen minutes of screen time. 

Meanwhile, Ellen’s arc in this season is maybe my least favorites. It’s about her having to rise to the occasion, I guess. It’s not given a huge amount of time, and to be honest, she’s a pretty basic character. However, it’s not like I was bored or anything. She’s still likable, and she played off the Waxman fella well. I appreciate how much of her story revolves around her talking about David, as it means that she’s having to confront her past- similar to what many of these other characters are doing. It’s almost like it’s a theme. 

In addition, Holstrom makes for a decent big bad in that he has enough personality, and the show does a good job of showing how much of a threat he is.

Chanda also has a surprisingly developed story for someone with so little screen-time, as he’s forced to realize that maybe his whole Magneto thing is pretty dumb. The show was smart to throw in a scene of him and the old guy bonding, as it means that Holstrom’s killing of Chanda really felt like a betrayal. It meant that Chanda turning on Holstrom felt earned. 

Penultimately, there’s Caspian’s fake mom who’s name I forgot. She’s an interesting character, but it feels like she’s stretched a bit too thin. We get a bunch of short scenes with just her sprinkled throughout this season. It feels like they’re not one hundred percent necessary. Seeing her poison the vaccines isn’t something we really needed to see.

Lastly, Mist is cute. She provides an interesting way for Maddie to work out her grief. The heartbreak Maddie experienced over losing her Dad multiple times means she’s hesitant to let someone else into her life, especially someone who is connected to her Dad and is also technology. The show isn’t exactly consistent with describing what her powers are, but oh well. 

In terms of concepts, the show’s political ideas can be a bit on-the-nose, in my opinion. We get a Fox news parody called FNX with the most obvious Tucker Carlson parody. The inclusion of the virus also made me groan a bit, as I’m sick of hearing about viruses, and it weirdly plays into vaccine conspiracy theories. 

However, outside of that, I enjoyed the political ideas. I like that the show becomes about who watches the watchers. Caspian wants to create a sort of benevolent dictator, a UI who can police all of the other UIs, only to find that impossible. Everyone he meets is imperfect. The UIs are extremely powerful entities, and it seems like there’s no easy way to fix this issue. 

In addition, the show managed to comment on Covid in a more subtle manner, as the internet shutdown is very similar to the lockdowns. Maddie has a line where she says “Everyone keeps thinking the world is going back to normal, but it’s not”.

Also, it’s a bit insane to see a show actually bring up the Israel-Palestine conflict. It’s not a major part of the season, but it ties in with the themes about war going throughout. The show isn’t subtle about how we all need to get together, as everyone from different countries needs to work together to stop Holstrom. It’s unsubtle, but oh well. It’s also nice that this issue of being stronger together is present on both the personal and political level. 

My take away from all of this is that the show definitely does a good job at actually baking the themes into the plot. The cure being other’s code was a very eloquent way of doing that. 

Lastly, let’s move away from story to everything else. I complained about the animation, but, other than those odd few moments, this thing looks gorgeous. I love the way everything glows. There’s a yellow-ish shine to a lot of scenes in this season that I love. The show is very colorful overall, I like how a lot of the character’s hair has subtle pigments to it, with Maddie having purple-ish hair while Caspian’s is red.

Also, and this goes without saying, but of course the fight scenes kick all of the ass in the world- as they’re really creative. The fight scene of Holstrom versus Chandra and co is absolutely insane. 

Plus, the voice acting here is all very nice. I kept forgetting that Caspian was Paul Dano, he really fits into the role like a glove. Also, William Hurt’s mumbly delivery of Holstrom is perfect.

Well, that’s it for this wonderful six episode season. I have a few nitpicks, to be sure, but nitpicks are nitpicks, and they don’t get in the way of what the show is saying. Without a doubt, this is-

Oh, yeah, the last two episodes. 

So, here’s the thing. I am 90% sure the last two episodes were originally going to be their own season, but then the studio said the show would end at season two. That makes sense, as I feel like all of my problems with these two episodes would go away if the show had more time.

The thing about time skips is that that a lot of time has to be spent re-introducing us to the world and the characters. So, we need to spend thirty or so minutes on that. We get multiple montages and about twenty or so exposition dumps. It doesn’t help that we get A LOT of ideas thrown at us: time shenanigans, space elevators, robotic bodies, a bunch of other stuff. If the show had an entire season, this massive pummeling of exposition could have been done a lot slower, giving us time to breathe.

In addition, the character of David Kim II, Caspian and Maddie’s son, is really underdeveloped because he gets about five minutes of screen time. In fact, this whole future world feels underdeveloped because I barely see it.

I also feel like the show doesn’t have enough time to explain its thoughts.  The idea behind UIs is that they’re like nuclear bombs who are also people. They’re extremely dangerous, possibly too dangerous too exist, but they are also people and therefore deserving of rights. Much of the show’s conflicts are based upon this paradox- one with no easy answer. Then, these last two episodes kinda give us an easy answer by showing that UIs could just agree to not hurt humans. The only real problems in the two episodes stem from the failings of humans, not the UIs.

In addition, the the rest of the show treats becoming a UI as something completely bad. That makes sense. Becoming a UI means you basically lose all privacy and are at risk of becoming a tool for some company. Also, you know, you sort of lose your humanity. However, these last two episodes make it seem like there’s no real debate, and that becoming a UI is awesome, actually. 

I’m sure this wasn’t intentional, but it’s difficult to get your ideas straight when you only have so much time.

Also, why did David Kim the Elder need to be brought back? What was the point of that? Really, the whole last two episodes make everything seem pretty consequence-free. There’s brutality, sure, but it’s kind of swept under the rug. All of the people horrifically murdered by robots are quickly forgotten about- unless maybe future Maddie also stopped that from happening, I’m not sure.

Also also, the part about the indigenous site in Ecuador was bizarre, as it seemed to accidentally suggest that destroying Native American sites is fine. That’s weird.

However, all of that being said, I do think Maddie and Caspian got a great ending. 

Caspian has been struggling with the idea that he’a a tool, with his desire to remove himself from people, and this sort of death wish that he is. Caspian also has this idea that he needs to shoulder all this burden on himself, and that leads him to constantly isolate himself from others. In the end, he learns to let these ideas go in his finale speech to the anti-viral. This allows him to have a sort of immortality in the minds of the anti-viral’s ancestors (I think that’s what they were, or maybe they were CIs, IDK), thereby rewarding him for going through this arc. 

Maddie also has to learn to live with herself, and she’s also rewarded for this by eventually getting to be with Caspian. Despite the time skip, Maddie’s arc continues really smoothly through the last two episodes. Her not wanting David II to go to the cloud is similar to her not wanting to let Caspian go and not wanting to let her dad go in season one. The line about her thinking that immortality means endless pain is a really moving one, as it feels like it sums up her character really well. She’s afraid of pain, and that fear drives all of her actions. 

The ending sees both of Maddie and Caspian accepting the pain of existence and the real world, which is very Evangelion-esque. In addition, the ending is cyclical, which I love.

The thing is…it kinda feels like every other character got shafted. Waxman and Ellen have nothing to do in these last two episodes, and Mist gets a thing about loving Caspian that doesn’t really go anywhere. Also, Caspian’s fake mom gets killed unceremoniously, so what was the point of her? Also, what happened to the Israeli guy and the Iranian guy? Also, what about Maddie’s friend, the blonde one with the chickens? And what happened to Caspian’s dad? What happened to Josephine?

I keep coming across stories that would be amazing if they weren’t so rushed.

Having the last two episodes of your show take place in a completely different setting with a completely different conflict from the rest of the show is a big gamble, and I don’t think it pays off. 

Still, it looked cool, and I do think the show succeeded in giving Caspian and Maddie their proper send offs. 

All in all, season two of Pantheon is like eating a really delicious dinner and then the desert is a bunch of cantaloupe. I enjoyed my experience, but I left feeling kinda confused. This isn’t to say that cantaloupe is bad, I just don’t want it for desert, just like how I don’t loathe the last two episodes, I just think they should have been a whole season. 

[remylebeaugambit]

Did you not like X-men 97 specifically because of all the crap Gambit went through or did you not like the other characters and the series in general either?

I’ve actually thought about this extensively and concluded that, spite and grudge aside, I just don’t think it is a good show overall. I stand by the belief that people are still enamored with the idea of a childhood show coming back, intoxicated by nostalgia to the point that they are willing to overlook its innumerous flaws.   

To be fair, the animation is awesome –consistently good and fluid and colorful, it’s great (I don’t exactly love all the characters’ designs, esp the women are not that great, but that’s a minor nitpick), the script, however, is ridiculous, full of inconsistencies and incongruences, so many plot holes and favoritism. Didn’t the old groomer die? How was he alive? Don’t know, doesn’t matter, just roll with it. 

At the same time that the script relied on the knowledge we have on TAS, it also shitted on it. 

I’ve talked about this before, so I’ll try to focus on other details. A lot of the characters are out of character, while others are just there, no reason or explanation. For example, the script dictated that Bishop had a minor role to play, which was to take Nathan to the future, so… that’s why he was there, no explanation of how or why he was back, nada. Then he had a forced moment of glory and disappeared (and he screwed up the only job he had).

Other things like, Storm and Rogue were very close in TAS, but since the disgusting pseudo writer-who-shall-not-be-named preferred Jean and Storm’s relationship, that’s what we got. And also in order for the repulsive, nonsensical grooming retcon to “work” Rogue needed to be isolated, so that was another reason (not that the pedophile retcon worked, cause it did not work at all, it made no sense in terms of continuity and who the characters were. Rogue isn’t Rogue. Her character was assassinated. 

Other things like Storm not even acknowledging her supposed best friend’s death because, you know, “some things end up in the cutting room floor” but there was time for indulging scenes of the old pedo being shaved, who is now more handsome, athletic and desirable than ever, with the biggest dick of all, I kid you not. 

When I say the script is weak, to put it delicately, I mean that not only are the characters not treated or developed well but things are also too easy and rushed. Morph happened to know where Sinister was. So convenient. Since the show plays favorites there are no consequences for favorite characters’ actions. Shady old groomer killed thousands and thousands of people around the globe, and what he did to Wolverine, but that’s just brushed aside, because, you know, he’s got the biggest dick and is the fucking protagonist. In an X-Men fucking show. 

Storm’s episodes were slow and boring. Wolverine had little to nothing to do. Roberto and Jubilee took up too much screen time and nothing meaningful came out of it. And then there’s Gambit… 

So, yeah, Gambit being humiliated and killed off half away through makes me nuts but the whole thing… it’s just not good. Mashing two or three different great comic storylines in one episode is not what I find to be a particularly well written and thought out plot. And let’s not forget all the lies and misleading information during the airing. It baffles me how some fans are still paying attention and taking at face value what the jerk and the insufferable voice actor said/say. Urgh, hate her guts.  

If, and only if, the retcon was retconned and we got something better next season, I might look back and see it with more tolerant eyes, but I know in my heart of hearts that is just wishful thinking on my part; it’s not happening, and it wouldn’t undo all the agonizing weeks of waiting and the subsequent months of never getting it over. I’ve never gotten it over.

[leapypeanut]

What do you feel like the Remake does BETTER/WORSE compared to the OG ff7?

I like how they expanded a lot of the characters. I feel like they came more to life in the remake games (probably because of the graphics so they’re more expressive than those polygons, also the voice acting and way more dialogue) also I’m a very big Clerith lover (as you know) and the remake series is very Cloud and Aerith heavy which is nice because before the remake trilogy all the extra ff7 content we got was AC (after Aerith died) and CC (before they met) so to get so much more screen time of them interacting and really showing their chemistry in such a beautiful way makes me really happy!

Also in the OG Tifa was a very minor character that’s whole character revolved around Cloud. which i really dislike for obvious reasons. Tifa was actually originally outsourced from another studio and they only added her last minute after they decided to kill off Aerith. They didn’t really expect the fandom to get so attached to Tifa. But because of the love for Tifa from the fandom they gave her a lot more screen time in the remake trilogy. Which imo is kinda a double edged sword. Cause on one hand it sometimes feels like they’re trying to shove her in the narrative where it’s not necessary so she has the same amount of screen time as Aerith. Which is odd because Tifa is a side character and Aerith is a main character. And since they’re both technically the “heroins” of the game I feel like the developers kinda felt pressured to give Tifa more screen time to appease her fanbase. But on the other hand, while Tifa does still have a lot of the problems she has in the OG and is still very codependent (duh, she’s still the same character) but I feel like they’re gonna give Tifa more of a character arc in part 3. Where she realizes she doesn’t need Cloud and she doesn’t need her self worth tied to him. They kinda started going in this direction in the OG with Barret telling Tifa “"we did just fine before without him (Cloud), what happened to the strong girl l used to know?” But we never really got closer for that so I have a feeling they’re gonna go in that direction and if they do I’ll like Tifa a whole lot more. I also think Tifa going to the life stream by herself in Rebirth instead of with Cloud like the OG helped a bit in this. Because although what she saw in the life stream was still Cloud, and she still said “Don’t take him away, I need him” abt Cloud to Sephy in the life stream (showing she’s just as codependent as ever) further in the game (cosmo canyon) she talks abt how she feels closer to the planet and more motivated to save it since she fell into the life stream. Which I like because it gives her her own motivation because of her own experiences outside of Cloud yk?

I do think Cloud just randomly remembering Zack outta no where in Rebirth is kinda a cheap way to do it but I can kinda excuse it a bit because it does help with the plot further in Rebirth so it’s just a bit of a nitpick.

Something that did bother me was after cloud literally tried to KILL Tifa and push her into the life stream Cloud just walks into her room casually and Tifa’s not even remotely wary of Cloud at all, even tho he literally just attempted to murder her just a few hours ago. Also right after Cloud opens up to Tifa (the only time he’s ever really willingly remotely opened up to Tifa within the whole FF7 compilation) and tells her about why he almost killed her and how he’s having an identity crisis, this is a very vulnerable moment for Cloud. And Tifa thinks this is a good time to try and KISS HIM?! And Cloud looks completely confused. I don’t wanna accuse Tifa of trying to take advantage of Cloud in a vulnerable moment, I don’t wanna think Tifas that typa person, but that’s kinda how it comes across. the whole scene is very awkward and out of place. I’m very glad Yuffie, Nanaki, and Aerith walked in tbh.

Also I know this is kinda an unpopular opinion within the overall fandom but I like the multiverse stuff. I’m glad it’s not a 1 on 1 remake. Because the “remake trilogy” although it’s called “remake” it’s more of a sequel to the OG. So if you don’t like the remake trilogy it won’t affect the OG. The remake isn’t trying to replace the OG but just add onto the narrative. And honestly the multiverse stuff is a great way to market the game tbh. Because the Remake trilogy is gonna take at least 8 years to completely finish it. And nobody’s gonna be excited for 8 years if it’s exactly like the OG. That doesn’t make ppl excited, because they already know what’s gonna happen. But because of the multiverse stuff we have no clue what’s gonna happen in part 3. And that’s what makes you anticipate it, it’s the fun part. It’s fun to look forward to how they’re gonna take the narrative and making theories.

One last thing that kinda disappointed me was Cloud going insane. It was quite underwhelming compared to the OG tbh. Like I was expecting him to go completely crazy and the entire party to ostracize him and is completely scared of him under Sephiroths control. But that didn’t happen in Rebirth like in the OG unfortunately. But I do think they’re gonna include this within part 3! What i think they’re gonna do for part 3 is that they are not only scared of Cloud being controlled by Sephiroth but also creeped out because Cloud still thinks Aerith is alive. which she is alive in another time like that Cloud created right before she died in the main timeline but the party members don’t know that and just think Clouds going completely crazy because of grief and is just acting schizophrenic and hallucinating Aerith because he misses her so much.

[true-blue-sonic]

I believe that supposed fact that previous anon stated about Ian Flynn planning to canonize Silver being the son of Shadow and Amy is actually false, even though it's a rumor I've heard before

The only explanation I can think of for its origin is that people might be severely misremembering one answer Ian gave on his podcast (final question of episode #92) in response to someone asking if Silver was supposed to be Shadow and Amy's child in pre-reboot Archie. He responded by discussing the roots of that fan-theory in general in the broader Sonic canon, including the Dragon Ball Z parallels and the Black Knight parallels to Arthurian legend, but he also pointed out that he thought it was de-confirmed by Iizuka and said that he didn't find think the theory held much water

He was also at least twice asked directly about whether Amy would end up with someone in that timeline (episodes #75 and Sep 15 21), and both times his answer was nobody - he also implied the first time that he generally didn't have many specific plans for that particular continuity while he was still writing for Archie, and was basically just answering off the top of his head

Given all that, I highly doubt that this was something he ever seriously planned to do

Also it would've been Mobius 30 Years Later, not 25 (which I think was entirely written by Ken Penders), but that's just a minor nitpick

Apologies for getting into the weeds a bit, I realize you don't seem to be particularly concerned Archie stuff (which lol fair) but I thought it would still be better to clear it up than to leave it be

I see, thanks for the clarification ^-^ And no worries, I always enjoy learning about these sorts of things; it's a whole different side of fandom history that I just couldn't have been around for because I was too young (and I'm 100% sure Holland did not get the Archie comics anyway, haha). So it's interesting to see what kinds of theories and discussions were playing around that time!

But indeed, at a convention or something Iizuka gave a pretty clear "No." to the question if Shadow and Silver are related, and that does make sense. In '06 Shadow is too busy being locked away to have fathered a child, assuming they did not take ~185 years to catch him. And Amy could never be Silver's mother timeline-wise, so him being a direct child of either seems pretty impossible. If it was ever a serious plan (which I do doubt with your explanation), I'm glad it never came to fruition, but I also do think Sega would not have allowed that even with their looser restrictions in that time. It'd have made things very confusing in the fandom for sure!

[readyforthegarden]

Silver Springs - Part Five

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Original Female Character

Synopsis: The year was 1976, the season was summer. The days were hot and the nights were hotter. Music was the best it had ever been, especially rock music. Sam Kiszka has been riding the high of being in one of the top bands on the scene, but when his bands tour is accompanied by another up-and-coming band, with a lead singer that gets on his very last nerve, will everything come crashing down or will they end up making music that changes the world?

Warnings: Smoking, drinking, drug use 18+ only, Minors DNI

A/N: This one (and the next one) are for my Sammy Nation besties. I love you guys so much and I'm so thankful for all the love and support you have given me and my fics!

WC: 2152

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They were in Chicago now, only a few days before they were set to be back home in Nashville. Josh and Harlow had been working on a few songs together, and the former insisted on workshopping them during soundcheck, to make sure they were going to be ready and in the right headspace when it came to the studio time. Unfortunately, Sam was nitpicking everything he could.

“It’s an A-flat, Harlow.” Sam snapped, aggravatedly pressing down on the key on his piano multiple times, huffing into the microphone. 

“I’m singing A-flat, Sam.” Harlow replied, just as annoyed. 

“You’re not, you’re going sharp.” he replied, again pressing the key and vocalizing with it. “You’re supposed to be here.”

“I am!” Harlow growled, her fists curling into her palm on one hand, the other tightening around the mic. 

“Maybe in whatever dream world you live in you are,” Sam rolled his eyes. “But to everyone else in the real world, you’re sharp.”

“Come over here and let me find something sharp to shove up your fuckin’ ass!” Harlow began storming over to Sam’s piano bench when Josh grabbed her arm, tugging her back.

“Let’s take a break from this,” he suggested. “Harlow, thank you for your time, we’ll finish this later, okay?” Harlow nodded, shooting a glare over her shoulder at Sam, who merely waved his fingers with a smarmy smirk as she put Jake’s mic back in his stand and walked off stage. Sam sighed, moving from his bench and picking up his bass, sliding the strap over his shoulder. 

“You can’t keep being like this, man.” Josh came over, glaring up at Sam. The youngest rolled his eyes, brushing a hand through his hair, but Josh grabbed his forearm, tugging it away and demanding his attention. “I mean it, Sam. We’re working with her whether you like it or not. She’s a part of this process, whether you like it or not. Being a dick is not going to change that.” 

Sam had only seen this side of Josh a few times, when something wasn’t going his way. Josh had always had a quiet anger about him, one that stewed and boiled and built until he was throwing mic stands or kicking in an amplifier screen. Sam regarded his eldest brother carefully, seeing the storm swirling in his dark brown eyes, knowing if he pushed it it would possibly end up with his piano set on fire.

“Tonight after the show we’re all going out to a club, the label is throwing us a party for how well the new album is doing, along with this tour.” Josh told him. “There will be a few execs there, and I swear to god if you show your ass in front of them, all over whatever imaginary feud you have going on with that girl, I’ll make sure she gets that sharp object, do you understand me?”

“Yes.” Sam answered firmly. Josh let his glare linger a few moments more before letting go of Sam’s arm and turning away, going back to his position at the center stage mic. “Let’s run through The Falling Sky.”

The show was tense that night, there was hardly any banter between brothers on the stage. Josh delivered his usual speeches and was jovial to the crowd, but the show was the sole focus, getting off stage a few minutes earlier than they normally did. 

After changing and riding to the club their party was being held at, Sam settled himself at the bar, ordering a tequila soda and instructing the bartender to make sure he was never without a drink. Once the first one got him loose, he decided to mingle around the party, shaking hands and schmoozing with the execs that had flown in just to kiss their asses.

He glanced around the party, looking for a break from his current conversation partner, a man who couldn’t shut up about how he knew all along Greta Van Fleet was going to make it, from the first moment he heard them, yada yada yada. Sam’s eyes caught something shining in the dim lights, and strained to try and see more. 

Like a parting sea, other people moved out of the line of sight to reveal Harlow, wearing a smooth silk jumpsuit, tight to her waist but the pant legs billowing out, almost forming a dress. She was taller than before, wearing a pair of matching platform heels, and her hair was adorned with a small crown of baby breath, likely fashioned on the way to the party after being pilfered from one of the arrangements at the hotel lobby. She turned to greet someone as they walked up, and Sam felt his chest tighten. The neckline of her jumpsuit traveled in a ‘v’ almost down to her navel, and the straps around her shoulders were so thin he wasn’t sure how the were staying up, how everything was staying covered.

Josh stood next to her, and Sam rolled his eyes. Of course he’d be there, hand on her back again as he spoke to the label execs in front of them, then leaning into Harlow as if he were telling her a secret. Sam felt his blood boil at how comfortable they looked together, how his brother could fall for her games so easily. How he was guiding her through the party and stuck to her like a magnet.

“There’s our next big star!” the man finally broke out of his long-winded spiel about Sam’s own band and gestured to Harlow. “Harlow, darling, come over here!” Harlow turned her head with a smile at the call of her name. Sam sucked in a quick breath as he took in the rest of her appearance while she walked over. Her confident strut made the wide legs of her pants billow out, seeming like she was dancing over to them. Her eyelids were adorned with a hazy purple shadow, and a thick line of eyeliner, thinning out at the edges into a cat like point. Her hazel eyes were popping with the greens and golds under the lights with the purple shadow. 

“Hello Mr. Johnson, how are you?” Harlow greeted, shaking the execs hand. She turned to Sam, and her smile fell slightly, but she kept it plastered on nonetheless. “Sam, good to see you.”

“Yeah, you too.” Sam sniffed, taking a sip of his drink to avoid any more pleasantries.

“How are you enjoying your first big tour, Harlow?” the exec asked, staring intently at the starlet. “It must be a big departure playing these arenas after playing dives and clubs.”

“It’s definitely different.” Harlow agreed, taking a flute of champagne from a passing by waitress’ tray. She took a small sip before continuing. “We’re incredibly lucky to be touring with a band like Sam’s, they’ve all been so gracious in showing us the ropes.”

“That’s what we like to hear,” Mr. Johnson grinned a large, toothy grin that seemed insincere. “This label is like one big family, and we like to keep it that way.”

“I’m sure once Harlow writes a decent song or two, their band will take off and won’t need us to babysit them anymore.” Sam smirked, glancing down at Harlow, whose cheeks began to redden at his comment. 

“Well, everyone has an opinion these days,” Harlow tried to laugh off Sam’s contemptuous words, but he continued.

“Everyone has an opinion yes, but I’m stating facts.” he smiled, blinking between Harlow and Mr. Johnson, who now looked like he was trying to find an emergency exit to this conversation. 

“Sadly, Sam, you’ve had a few drinks tonight, and no one will be able to find you credible.” Harlow retorted through a charming smile. “Now maybe if you took the time to learn more than a few bass bars, you wouldn’t feel so insecure about your own songwriting.”

Sam downed the rest of his drink, sticking his tongue in his cheek before turning towards Mr. Johnson.

“Excuse us for a moment, would you?” Sam gave him a fake smile and grabbed Harlow’s wrist, pulling her roughly through the party. Past the rest of the execs, his own brothers, including Danny, who curiously tried to see what was going on. Sam pulled her through the kitchen, tugging her along around the servers who were scattering with trays of drinks and hor’devours, trying not to drop them as the two musicians stormed through. He could hear Harlow’s heels clacking against the tiles quickly, taking as many steps as she could to keep up with his long stride.

He finally burst through the back door of the club, the alleyway lit by two orange hued bulbs by the door and a streetlight a few feet away on the sidewalk. The night air was cool, compared to the warmth of all the bodies packed into the club. The heavy metal door slammed shut behind them, and it felt like the bell starting a boxing match.

“What is it, Sam?” Harlow let out an angry laugh, ripping her arm from his grip. She took a few steps back from him, gesturing to the tense air around them. “What is it that makes you hate me so badly? Hm? The fact you were wrong about me? The fact that against anything you said to me, I still made it?”

“God you’re so infuriating!” Sam cried, throwing his own hands up in the air. “Maybe you’re the one that hates me! Did you think of that?” Harlow scoffed, turning and waving her hand at Sam dismissively. “No, I really think it’s you, you hate me because I remember all about plain little Brandy Lawson. The sad, pathetic songwriter that asked me to read her shitty songs in the parking lot a year ago.”

“Shitty songs that got me on a tour as your opening act.” Harlow glared at Sam, who just shrugged, feeling victorious from his jab. “Josh doesn’t think my songs are shitty. In fact he’s asked to use some of them for your next album.”

“Over my dead body will your music be on our album.” Sam seethed through grit teeth. Harlow’s eyes sparked, noting the rise that got out of Sam. She stepped closer, licking her lips as she loaded the ammo into her cocked verbal gun.

“Oh Sam, it’s already been voted on. My name is going in the liner notes,” she smirked, her voice a teasing, mocking tone as he clenched his jaw. Sam looked down his nose at her, watching her blink back up at him through her long lashes. “My name is going right next to yours, I can’t wait to see it. It’s going to make you hate me so much more.”

Sam wasn’t sure what happened, or how, but suddenly he was conscious of grabbing Harlow’s face in his hands and crushing her lips to his, her hands gripping his waist as he walked her back, pressing her into the brick wall of the club. They could both hear the fragile silk of her outfit catching against the bricks, snagging the delicate threads, but neither cared to inspect the damage. His fingers threaded into her hair and his knee slotted between her legs, pressing his body into hers and earning the most delicious moan he’d ever tasted as he continued kissing her. He felt every ounce of feeling, annoyance, irritation, everything pouring out of himself as their lips moved together, as his tongue lapped over hers. 

He could feel her chest heaving against his, from the surprise of the kiss and movements, and he smirked when he felt her subconsciously grind down on his thigh that was pressing between her legs to keep her between him and the wall. He could feel her nails digging into his skin through his cotton button down, and he pulled back, waiting for her to open her eyes before speaking, keeping intense eye contact with her.

“I never said I hated you,” he murmured softly, before pulling out of her grasp and walking back to the club, leaving the young woman panting to catch her breath against the wall by herself.

He caught a taxi back to the hotel, leaving the party early, letting Danny know he was done with the crowd and had a headache. Sam once again, took the stairs to his room, trying to work out what he had done. He kissed Harlow. He kissed Harlow and it felt like everything he thought about her was wrong from the start. Once in his room, he began pacing in the light of the lamp he had left on. 

He could still feel a tingle on his lips, and thinking again of how he kissed her and she kissed him back made his stomach flip. He ran his hand through his hair and continued pacing, only stopping when there was a knock on his door. Assuming it was Danny checking up on him, he moved to the door, unlocking it and pulling it open.

Danny wasn’t there.

Instead, it was Harlow.

🎶 🎶 🎶

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[thegeminisage]

oh boy it IS. tng update time. tonight, just under an hour ago, we finished watching "chain of command" parts i & ii. i'm not differentiating between them even though one had. WWWWAY more nudity than the other. hey did you guys know tng can occasionally pop the FUCK off

to me this episode felt like a backdoor pilot to ds9 which we will be doing tomorrow because it had cardassians in it and basically the only thing i know about ds9 is that gay cardassian that wants to fuck the doctor. and he's like the definition of the predatory gays/predatory gaze joke from what i have seen from gifs. so i was expecting like, some minor cardassian shenanigans and mild flirtiness

holy shit.

like girl when i tell you my tits got blown clean off

normally i complain there's too much downtime and technobabble in tng. there was not an OUNCE of fat on this episode. from start to finish we went at 500mph

like, we open with the guy taking away picard's command. and you're like oh no a demotion! but then it's COVERT OPS and also a suicide mission???

and the guy who takes over is a war-mongering bastard with a dubya accent idk how they predicted that in 1992 but GREAT job. i really loved to hate him, and one of my only nitpicks with this episode is that he didn't get more of what should have been coming to him

we acted this episode. will riker grinding his teeth every time he spoke to this guy. deanna's worried looks. beverly feeling guilty for leaving picard behind. i was actually complaining about patrick stewart not emoting when she was stuck in that little hole but now i understand. he had to save it for the FUCKING payload

ROLE REVERSAL FOR THE WOMEN. deanna got to wear a real uniform and beverly got to flirt her way out of a Situation. i love deanna's uniform, even if it is too tight around the chest. i think that's preferable to it being too tight around her crotch and leading to the horrific c*melt*e situation (sorry to say it like that). her hair also looked great this ep. so did bev's weirdly??? women's rights.

data didn't have much to do in this episode except accidentally give geordi more work which made me sad but it WAS wild to see him in a red shirt. i'll miss him until it's time to watch tng again

the little infiltration was charming. worf and beverly teasing each other about heights and bats. even the cave-in. picard getting left behind because worf tried to hold the door open like that guy in narnia and got SHOT.

i loved the guy who was doing the peace talks. he had the most unsettling horrific smile i've ever seen in my life. STAN a legend.

truly though even though i enjoyed the first half of the episode and thought it was solidly watchable the second half is what elevated it into mind blowing territory.

and like first of all it must be said: picard buck ass naked. computer show me image

i want you to imagine that you are 1. profoundly sleep deprived 2. have been complaining about the lack of sex in this show for six and a half seasons 3. do not find this man remotely physically attractive 4. AND the only thing you know about cardassians is gifsets of the guy from ds9 wanting to fuck the little doctor guy 5. you are PROFOUNDLY sleep deprived. only then can you imagine a fraction of the depths of my hysteria

i actually laughed so shrilly and loudly discord MUTED me cathy was like youve been silent for like 30 seconds are you still THERE. i laughed so hard i quite literally cried. we had to pause it for ten entire minutes. not even because it was funny i was just like. SHOCKED.

THEY REALLY WENT ALL IN ON THIS. it was like something out of a fanfic. a BAD fanfic. like those whump fics where guys get captured and made into sex slaves. EXCEPT PATRICK STEWART WAS ACTING!!!!! like it got SO SERIOUS so QUICK

i just now skimmed an article that said patrick stewart himself did research on torture and also went all in ie filming nude fr. the dedication came through in the work i wish tng could be like this always

bro like. the part where he could have walked out but thought bev was still captive. the part where he was was like YOU'RE SIX YEARS OLD AND YOU CAN'T HURT ME. when he got the torturer to call him by his real name. when he ate the live worms or whatever they were i couldn't look. when they got to talking about that guy's daughter. like we literally got the best of both worlds. picard reverse uno'd him at every turn and kept his wits about him and then in the end he BROKE ANYWAY

THERE ARE FOUR LIGHTS, BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!

i was like. oh my god.

listen to me when he said it i was a little disappointed. i could see in his face given another 30 seconds he would have said five. i said OUT LOUD to catherine they should have showed us a shot of five lights and then had him say four anyway. but him saying four defiantly was still so so so good

BUT THEN. AT THE END. when he was like. deanna. i said four, but i saw five

THAT'S THE THESIS STATEMENT OF THE EPISODE. THAT TORTURE DOESNT GIVE YOU INFORMATION JUST WHAT THE TORTURER WANTS YOU TO SAY

AND THEN THEY JUST ROLLED CREDITS.

AND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it's so wonderful-awful that that guy KNEW picard was getting release and STILL he felt the need to finish the conditioning, which i assume was meant to get picard to fake-confess to killing 55 men women and children like that one guy said. like, he didn't have time to record that confession. he JUST wanted to break him, and that was all. i bet he thinks about it all the fucking time. the one that got away.

again, i wish dubya knockoff hadn't been responsible for his release. i REALLY wanted riker to do a mutiny. but there just wasn't time. i am still glad riker got to give him shit but like we deserved more comeuppance truly bc he SUCKED SO BAD. also like lmaoooo at ANYONE saying starfleet is a science peaceful organization now. they're warmongers! they're no different from mirrorverse not really

aside from that though it was absolutely flawless. one of the best tng episodes possibly THE best tng episode. i feel so completely satisfied and also grateful that we will be watching ds9 next because going from this to another fucking barclay episode (the next tng one) would ruin me. i need TIME!!!

TOMORROW: ds9's "emissary," parts 1 & 2 !!!

we're going in release order, so now our watch schedule will look something like...

two at a time. that's gonna mess us up for "birthright" but we'll cope somehow

[wolfra-mite]

Legends of Arceus almost going to the S - Rank Pokemon Game Tier for me

Another one of my untiring charades regarding Pokemon games. Because why not?

Today I wanna talk about Pokemon Legends of Arceus and the reasons why it was almost the S - Tier of Pokemon Games with me. Keep in mind that this will have minor spoilers so kindly read this at your own risk.

THE S RANK POINTS

Reason #1 : The exploration

Walking around while chasing those Starters and probably getting the imaginary battle that I had in my head while playing Gen 3 came to life is probably the best scenario.

Reason #2: The catching mechanic and encounters. I finally played the Let's Go Series after Arceus (and of course the Price Drop from those older games were worth it). So far what i had experienced in Let's Go is just throwing balls. But no, Arceus is a good mix of that. Sneaking and hitting them at the back with the Balls and getting a critical capture is probably the best feature Gamefreak did. Like who has time for loading mechanics? Seriously, this is a game changer. It feels more realistic when you get chased by those hostile Alphas or just those Beedrills. The best part about that? you can just continue to run away. Unlike in Sw/Sh or in SV were you a forced on an encounter. And let me just say that seeing that shiny shing whenever you see a shiny pokemon is also a good mechanic.

Reason #3 : The sidequests

Sure this game is a short story but man the sidequests are good with the content. And some of the NPCs are actually pretty fun to talk too. Sidequests can either be funny as to looking for all those pesky bidoofs or doing a 900 korok seed style and catching that Spiritomb. The best part is the pay off, if you managed to get all the sidequests, you can relive your DS Diamond and Pearl Trauma by encountering Arceus in the DP Remakes.

Reason #4: The payoff in doing the pokedex and getting all the entries.

Starting from Generation Six XY. I made a living dex and started completing all the pokedex. Sure it was no easy feat, the only pay off that i get is a certificate and a shiny charm that may or may not get me some shinies depending on how good the RNG gods feel like being generous. But on this game, I did get a payoff: its meeting the Pokemon god itself. This kind of makes it good that the plot just ties after you finish the pokedex. And well as for the entries they can be a tiresome to do but hey they are quite fun to complete and that is when you will get the shiny charm.

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S RANK DEDUCTING POINTS

Ok so not all of the games are perfect and this comes with this game. So here is why I think that Arceus almost made an S but got into A rank in my game instead.

Deduction #1: Where is my mini map Gamefreak?

Bruh even year olds game had mini maps on their lower left or lower right. This game promotes exploration and not even a lower map? This is the part that i kind of dislike and it might be just a nitpick. But come on! Dont make me continuously press Y for the map? Oh you will? Well that sucks.

Deduction #2: Fast Travels where?

Muh fast travel posts. I feel like this is not the most often talked mechanic about. Yes the maps aren't that large, but still, I would like to conveniently fast travel on some locations sometimes. Perhaps this is a plot related thing to having little to no travel posts.

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The conclusion: Pokemon Legends of Arceus is a great game! If you want that exploration with no map or just not that nitpicky, it might be an S Rank for you.

[kaijuworldorder]

MonsterIsland22 Goes to the Movies: Wonder Woman

It's good. Go watch it.

[cartoon-and-animal-lover]

Look, I’m just gonna say it, I think The Bad Guys did what Zootopia was trying to do better than Zootopia did. 

Don’t get me wrong, I liked Zootopia just as much as the next guy. But a nitpick I’ve had even before the film was released was the fact that it was ONLY mammals. No birds or reptiles.

Why is this a big deal to me? Because the whole point of Zootopia is to use animal stereotypes to make a commentary on prejudice...except the persecuted and feared minority group in the world of Zootopia is mammalian predators. And sure, foxes and the like are likely to be villains in media, but they’re also equally likely to be good guys, and a lot of people see mammalian predators as cute and cuddly. I feel like Zootopia’s commentary could’ve been more poignant if they referenced how unfairly feared and hated "ugly” animals like snakes are in real life...but non-mammals aren’t allowed in this story about discrimination and prejudice! It comes across as a cop-out to me. 

Now let’s look at The Bad Guys. There are seven anthropomorphic animal characters in this story, and only three of them are mammals. And sure, the most prominent animal character is a wolf, which is equally likely to be either good or bad in media, but the second mammal character is a former bad guy turned good (which fits with how foxes are viewed neutrally), and the third is a cute and cuddly villain! 

The other four characters? Well, how often do you see a snake as a good guy? Or a shark? Or a piranha? Or a tarantula? The fact that the Bad Guys consist of animals that are just as unfairly feared IRL as they are in-universe makes the themes of prejudice and discrimination and stereotypes a lot stronger than Zootopia IMO. Yeah, I can totally believe in this kind of world, a talking snake or shark would have a hard time socializing with a population that’s mostly humans, and the only way they could make it in the world is to reluctantly adopt the “scary” label.

Also, Professor Marmalade is a better twist villain than Bellwether. Sure, most of us saw his twist coming a mile away, but at least it doesn’t contradict his character like Bellwether, who suddenly turns into a completely different person at the last minute. Compare that to Marmalade, who came across as really arrogant and condescending from his introduction, so you hated him even before he turned out to be evil. 

[queen-pudi]

Pathetic

Sakusa Kiyoomi x afab! Reader

TW: mentions of drinking, depictions of sex,use of word whore and Just being overall sexually frustrated rivals

18+ MINORS DNI

Snack time: I hate writing pt 2s but something about this one i just. It was getting so long and i hadn't even gotten to the good part😭 Nothing was going right so i need to take some time to rewrite the second part but for now here is part 1!

Truth be told Sakusa Kiyoomi was the bane of your existence.

He was rude, cold, and overall just didn't give a shit about anyone. His over-hygienic ways didn't bother you truly, that's not any of your business. What bothered you was how he carried himself as if he was better than everyone else. You want nothing more than to knock him down a peg or ten and the feeling is mutual

Sakusa doesn't quite understand how it all started but he does know that he loathes you. You were loud, crass, and overall a brat. But what made it worse is that you were only like this to him.

To everyone else you were sweet, caring, and willing to go to do whatever it takes to make your friends and everyone around you happy.

So why did you only hate him

What had he done to make you look at him with such disdain? What was so bad about him that you felt the need to nitpick every little thing he does in order to bring him down?

Your hatred for one another is impossible to go unnoticed much to the annoyance of everyone else. You were constantly at each other's throats and your friends often had to make plans purposely when one or the other was busy to avoid a run-in.

It was tiresome and frankly, they were sick of it.

Which leads you to now

"You know what I don't understand?" Atsumu started, "why don't you just fuck your hatred away?"

This nearly causes you to choke on your drink. Fuck Sakusa Kiyoomi? The man that has been nothing but a nightmare since the day you met? You knew Atsumu wasn't the brightest but this was a new low.

"Why the fuck would I want to fuck him?" You choked out.

"It's not like he's ugly, at one point you even said he was the most attractive man you've ever met" he smirked, recalling how before you properly, or rather improperly, met Sakusa you silently admired him.

His skills on the court left you breathless and he did happen to be easy on the eyes. You can't lie and say you don't still see the appeal but it's hard to look past all the ugly within him.

"If I wanted to have a bad lay I would have fucked you by now" you retort. Getting up and leaving the room as Sumu sat there speechless

You hate to admit it but his words had plagued your mind for weeks now. Every time you shot him with an insult you couldn't help but stare at his hands, wondering what they'd feel like trailing your body. Up your thighs, groping your breasts all the way up to your throat. Leaving you quite literally breathless.

What's even worse is that he began to sneak into your private time. Your last session ended with you having quite possibly the biggest orgasm of your life while thinking of him.

Deciding to calm yourself you spent the next few weeks actively avoiding him and any possible occasion where he might show up.

You even started going to the grocery store across town in order to avoid him. And while you thought you were doing a good job this didn't go unnoticed by Sakusa.

He could never say this out loud but he would sometimes look forward to seeing you. Being able to try a new insult on you or seeing how enraged you'd get when he would come up with a better one. It all brought him an odd sense of joy.

Not to mention he may or may not have also thought you were attractive. He wasn't blind he knew you were beautiful the moment he laid eyes on you. Not just in looks but in the way you carried yourself.

When you weren't squabbling with him you were often the epitome of grace. You were who people came to for guidance and you were good at it. Often helping people not only with favors but with your kind and thoughtful words.

Sometimes he sees this side of you and imagines what would it be like if you looked at him like that. What would you do if he asked for guidance? Would you help him with that beautiful smile you display at the sight of a new task, or would you look at him in disgust and anger for wasting your time?

Truthfully he tries not to dwell on those daydreams too much because that’s all they’ll ever be

Daydreams

No matter how much he wants to call out to you he can’t.

Which brings him here, at a birthday party for some random friend of a friend that he only came to cause he heard you were here.

He wanted to apologize for whatever set you off this time and go back to the dynamic you had. He just wanted you to mess up his life again.

However, when he did eventually find you this was not the situation that he thought would take place.

Atsumu was once again nagging you about your avoidant behavior regarding the walking lamp pole. All of it was starting to mess with your head.

"Don't tell me you've actually started to fantasize yourself with him!" Atsumu screamed, embarrassment seeping into your body as you tried to distance yourself from him

"Are you avoiding him cause you wanna just rip off his clothes and take him then and there every time you see him?" He teased, he definitely had a bit too much to drink but he'd be the same way sober sadly.

"Sakusa wouldn't even be good in bed I bet. I mean when was the last time you saw him with someone? He probably ran away his last partner because he was so bad in bed." You scoff "If anything I would be doing him a favor by sleeping with him. " you ranted, knowing full well most of it was a lie. You only really said all of it out of frustration.

Frustration for what? You aren’t too sure anymore.

Whether it was frustration at Atsumu for constantly suggesting the stupid idea and teasing you or maybe it was because of his constant nagging of how you should buck up and stop avoiding him that got in your head. Or maybe it was the sexual and shameful frustration of how now you can't seem to shake the idea of being on your knees for him as he fucks your face like a whore. The world may never know.

You were about to continue until you felt a strangely familiar cold aura surround you.

"So you avoid me for a week and then go around calling me a pity fuck?" He spewed, venom oozing out of every word, inching closer to your ear as you feel his breath fan the side of your face. "Somehow you continue to find new and inventive ways to disappoint me"

Sensing how this might play out Atsumu shot you a quick look and backed out of the room. Leaving just you and Sakusa

"I wouldn't say avoid is the right word. Moreso, purposely never being in the same location as you in fear of seeing you…"

You shift in place, refusing to turn around already imagining the look on his face that to most might seem unbothered but you know is much worse.

"You know google would say that's the basic definition of avoidance, but why argue over technicalities when you could explain why you are doing it in the first place? Or maybe you want to explain how the topic of my so-called pathetic sex life jilted you so much?" His words oozing with sarcasm

Honestly, neither of those options sounded promising as they both boil down to one annoying answer:

You want him

Sensing your hesitation he leaned in closer and trailed his hands lightly up your sides, one hand stopping just under your breasts as the other tilted your chin towards him bringing you face to face. Your body almost melting from the heat of his touch.

His breath fanning your lips as you do your best to keep what's left of your composure.

"if you ever want to see just how pathetic my sex life is firsthand then you know where to find me" he smirked at your nervousness, it was a risk but he was tired of ignoring the tension between you. He wanted you and if there was just the sliver of a chance of you wanting him too he was going to take it.

He pulled away slowly, the feeling of his hands trailing your body still ingrained in your head leaving you in a daze. Barely noticing his departure as you stand alone with just his words ringing in your head.

Maybe you're the pathetic one after all