#remember this saying ? ......... FTW!!!

[queenoftsage]

... This may not seem like it to some of you...

But I ask you this serious question, 'Beyond Evil' fandom.

How would Lee DongSik and Han JooWon react to Michael Myers, if for some reason they ended up in its way? [I say 'its' because that thing ain't human. We all know that. Unless you haven't watched 'Halloween, which is possible, given it's a very U.S. specific thing.]

Listen... I know geographically speaking the two are extremely safe from ever running into that demon. But... What do you think would be their way of defeating it? Who do you think would be more determined to bring it down? Would it be JooWon? DongSik? Or both of them together?

... just wondering cause... The Halloween feels got me. And one of my electro swing mixes has the theme and that just came up [in my head]. lol. *shrugs*

P.S. Who would be more afraid of it? JooWon or DongSik? Or both? Or would they be afraid of it ?

P.P.S. AT this point, I'm even wondering how they would react to 'Pennywise The Dancing Clown'. I think I'm going way off into very fictional, but I think realistically, they'd have to get over the shock of them trying to kill Myers once, and the fucker getting up again. I've always found that to be the most amazing to see actors in the West react to. Like... Fucker ain't going down that easily. How would DongSik and JooWon react to that?

Would it send them into a mind-is-fucked thank you moment? Or would it? I for some reason think DongSik would be initially rattled, but then would be like scoffing and trying to figure out exactly what the hell Michael Myers 'is' .

[beachyserasims]

Hubby took us out to the bush today!!

[fionarara]

still randomly remembering that one time i attended the creator of Minecraft's annual house party even though i've never even played that video game lmao and after getting to watch Skrillex dj in such an intimate setting (surreal), we all hung out and he had like a harem of cute girls surrounding him on the couch, haha it seemed super platonic though and he was really respectful,,, literally he was so kind to me and everyone,, by far the nicest celeb i've ever met besides elijah wood.

[allebooklover]

Man, BNHA fandom sure are going wild over the leaks, huh

[python333]

your writing is literally the best in the cod fandom. we need more injured reader angst. it's too good

don't breathe — python333

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synopsis [reader] gets buried alive after refusing to give intel to enemy soldiers and *slips up and writes reader almost dying again* oops how did that happen haha

relationships platonic!price & gn!reader.

characters cap. john price.

word count 2.7k

warnings suffocation [reader], just generally really depressing thoughts, near death??, 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].

note aww tysm :(( dont say its the best im gonna get a complex LMAO but i appreciate it!! and yes i agree injured reader angst ftw :3 i present to you: reader gets very injured and theres a lot of angst and its basically just you suffering for a good 3/4 of the fic while the last quarter has the actual comfort!

“Hello?” You try again, your voice cracking and your tone as desperate as it can get, “Please, God, say someone can hear me.” 

You’ve been trapped in a casket for about five minutes now—at least, you woke up five minutes ago. God knows how long you’ve been stuck in the stupid thing, but realistically, it’s probably been much longer than five minutes.

The last thing you remember from before you were buried is being in the interrogation room of some small terrorist group’s facility, one you and the others were led to believe was abandoned weeks ago. 

Unfortunately, whoever gave you the information must’ve either had incredibly outdated information or was setting you all up for failure, because the facility was very much not abandoned and was instead full of enemy soldiers.

You all had already gotten into the building before you knew that, because of course you all had to be in the same spot at the same time—practically sitting ducks for the enemy—and of course you all had to be clueless about the possibly hundreds of people in the facility until it was too late. 

As far as you know, everyone managed to escape. Everyone but you. They didn’t mean to leave you behind, of course they didn’t, they were more focused on just booking it out of the facility. However, because of that, you were now stuck—you assume—several feet underground in a casket that has a limited amount of oxygen that drops every time you take a breath. 

You let out the breath you’re currently holding and suck in another deep breath, holding it as you think. Your strategy of holding your breath until you no longer could mostly worked, but it wouldn’t for long, you knew that soon you’d suffocate in all of the carbon dioxide gathering in the enclosed casket.

You don’t know how long you’d been unconscious in the casket, breathing in oxygen carelessly in your slumber, which made the whole situation worse. You didn’t even know how much time you had left. 

You hate to waste your breath checking your comms, but the enemy soldiers had accidentally left your earpiece in your ear—the small device apparently going undetected under their radar—and you wanted to make the most of it. You move your arm from your side and press onto the PTT button on your earpiece, wincing a little at how cramped the casket was.

“Does anybody copy?” You ask again, staring up at the almost pitch black space above you, “I repeat, does anybody copy?” 

It’s a vain attempt at contacting your team, really. You don’t know if they’re thinking about you, if the signal is going through, if they even have their earpieces on—you know nothing, and that terrifies you because you really don’t want to die right now but there’s literally nothing else you can do besides helplessly talk into your earpiece, not knowing if anyone’s listening. 

Your lungs start to burn and you let out the breath you were holding, taking another deep breath and beginning to hold that one. The air feels… thick. It’s starting to get harder to breathe, and you know you shouldn’t panic but you can’t help the few worried thoughts that come to the forefront of your mind. 

What am I going to do when I run out of oxygen and the only thing left for me to breathe in are my own discarded breaths? What will I do when all there is to do is suffocate? Am I going to try, in one last desperate attempt, to break out of the casket, or am I going to just lay here and die? Will my team try to find me, or will they forget about me? Have they already forgotten about me? 

Before you can listen to any more of those depressing thoughts, a voice comes from your earpiece. 

“H—lo? [c/n]?” It’s hard to tell with the static and the cuts in between the words, but you think it’s Price talking. 

“Price?” You ask immediately, all thoughts of preserving your breath forgotten. “Holy shit, you can hear me?” 

“Je—s— whe—e—” He cuts out for a moment and your stomach drops when all you can hear is static for a moment. 

“You’re— You’re cutting out, Captain, what did you say?” 

“Wher— —re you?” It takes you a moment to realize what he’s saying, your mind working much slower than it usually does, but once you do you shake your head negatively despite him not being there to see you. 

“I don’t— I don’t know,” You respond, taking a deep breath before adding on, “I think I’m underground, I just know I’m in a casket and it’s getting harder to breathe and—” 

“Okay, o—y,” You hear Price’s voice crackle, his voice becoming more distant and sounding almost muffled to you, “Sa— —ur bre—th, I’ll try to g—t some—e to track your— —tion.” 

With the constant cutting out of his words and the distortion of his tone, you can barely register or process what he’s saying, and that only panics you more but you refuse to let your emotions get the better of you even in the state of disorientation you’re in, so you keep holding your breath. 

A minute later, Price’s voice crackles through your earpiece again. 

“Okay, we’ve got your loc—tion,” Price’s voice sounds… oddly far away, “We can—” 

His voice slowly becomes muffled, and you release the breath you were holding without realizing it, slowly blinking up at the ceiling of the casket. A sort of haze falls over your mind and you can barely even hear Price anymore before you suddenly snap back to reality and hear his now much clearer voice loud in your ear. 

“[c/n]? [c/n], are you still there?” You recognize his tone now, and you’re just a little shocked at the sheer amount of worry in it. 

“Haven’t moved an inch,” You breathe out, before lying, “You cut out for a second for me, sorry.” 

“Don’t be sorry, it’s okay,” Price reassures you, “I said we got your loc—tion and we’re hea—g out th— —w. It’s not t— far away from where —e alre—dy are, we’re ba—ely three clicks away.” 

“… Clicks?” You ask, your eyebrows drawing together in confusion.

“Yes, clicks,” Price replies, sounding concerned, before hesitantly asking, “… You know what those are, right?” 

“I don’t—” You struggle to find words for a moment before you speak again, your own voice starting to sound distant, “I don’t think so?”

“What do y—u mean you don’t thi— —o?” Price asks, his voice sounding freakishly close, “Are you okay?” 

“No, yeah, I’m fine,” You lie through your teeth, not wanting to worry Price further, “I just… how far away are you?” 

“Just ab—t two cli—ks now,” Price says, before pausing and clarifying, “Two kilometers.” 

Two kilometers… how far is that? “And that’s… is that far, or?” 

“No, it’s not too far. It’s just a mi—te away, we didn’t ge— —o far before Laswell got your loc—tion,” Price tells you, “We’ll be there soon, ok—y? We’ll get y— —ut of there.” 

“A minute—” You cough and feel tears pricking at your eyes from how hard it is to take another breath, “A minute?” 

“Yes, a minute— [c/n], are you okay?” Price asks again, before laughing nervously, “You know what a minute is, do— —ou?” 

“...” You struggle to answer the question, thinking long and hard for a few seconds before hesitantly answering, “… Yeah, I do, sorry. It’s sixty seconds.” 

“Why’d it take you so long to answer?” 

“I don’t know, I’m sorry, I—” You take a few shallow breaths, and feel a headache start to build up, “How far away are you guys?” 

“We’re alm—t there,” Price promises you, “The heli’s ab—t to l—nd, and we’ll dig you up, and—” 

Why is it so cold? Price’s voice cuts off and when he stops talking you realize that you’re shivering. You ball your fists up and can’t even feel your nails digging into your palms, your hands having gone numb from the cold, and realizing that makes you discover that your lips feel numb too. 

Your ears start to ring and you feel that uncomfortable pins and needles feeling in your hands, the sensation slowly traveling up your arms, making you both wanting to peel off your own skin and also grateful that you can at least feel something besides the cold.

In the midst of your thinking, you hear muffled thumping coming from above you—whoever buried you couldn’t have buried you anything below six feet. 

“—llo? [c/n]? Are you still there?” 

You bring your hand up, the movement slow and sluggish, and you try to search around the side of your face for your earpiece. You eventually find it and when you do you press against it until you feel the PTT button being pushed. 

“Still here,” You confirm breathlessly, coughing again as you take a few more shallow breaths, “I think I’m running out of— of… what’s the fuckin’ air that you can breath in, it starts with an o…” 

“… Oxygen?”

“Oxygen, yeah,” You slowly blink up at the ceiling of the casket, “There’s— I think— I don’t… I think… I think I’m gonna pass out, Captain.” 

“[c/n], don’t you fucking dare,” Price growls, “You stay awake, I swear to fucking god.” 

“I can’t—” You take a few more shallow breaths, before coughing, the tears escaping your eyes reaching the corners of your mouth. 

You can hear Price briefly talk with someone else, his voice the most serious you’ve ever heard it, before he talks directly to you again, “How much longer do you think you have before you run out of oxygen?” 

It takes you a moment to register the question, but when you do, you answer, “Uh… I don’t— I think… maybe a few more minutes? I can’t tell, it’s just hard to breathe, I can’t…” 

“Okay, okay,” Price softly says, gusts of wind blowing into his mic as he talks, “Give me a second, okay? We’re almost there, kid, we’ll— we’ll be there in just a minute, we just passed over you, I just need you to stay awake.” 

“In a minute,” You repeat to yourself, before taking a deep breath, hoping that you have enough oxygen to make it out of this casket because you really don’t want to die here, not when there’s help just a minute away. 

After what you assume is a minute or two, instead of thumping, you hear something cut into the dirt above you. The sound, however, is heavily muffled, so muffled to the point where you don’t know if you’re hallucinating or not.

Is that a symptom of CO2 poisoning? Hallucinations? You lay still in the casket and can’t help but release the breath you’d only just taken, the ringing in your ears starting up again and growing louder faster than they had before. 

Your entire body is numb, your chest is heavy, and you can feel a sort of fog fall over your mind. You can distantly hear Price yelling through your earpiece, but you can’t find it in yourself to respond, instead simply laying there, your blinking starting to slow down before it eventually stops, leaving your eyes closed. 

— 

For a moment, you think you died and went to heaven, which would be weird, considering all the things you’ve done in your life. Not saying you’d go to hell, just saying God would probably hesitate for a second before letting you in through the pearly gates. 

You blink awake, slowly but surely, and the first thing you realize is that you can feel things again. You tilt your head down to the bump under the white bed sheets laid on top of you, and squeeze your hand into a ball, watching the bump move and feeling your fingers dig into your oddly sore palms.

You let out a sigh of relief and pull your hand out from the sheets, bringing it up to your face and feeling the oxygen mask that’s been placed over your mouth and nose.

“Don’t mess with that,” You hear a voice say to your right. You turn your head and see a very tired Captain Price, dark eyebags hanging under his eyes and arms crossed, his hands having a white knuckle grip on either one of his elbows. 

“…” You don’t say anything, instead you simply stare at him until he sighs and gets up from his seat. You watch silently as he leans over your bed and bends down, before pausing, and then quickly snaking his hands under your back to pull you up just enough for him to properly hug you. 

You reach up with shaky hands and tentatively hug him back, not nearly as tightly—not that you don’t want to, but you physically can’t with how weak your arms are right now—but with just as much sincere affection. You can feel Price’s beard rubbing against your neck and hear his small sniffles as he embraces you tightly. 

Maybe it’s his sniffling, or the way you can finally feel warmth for the first time in what feels like forever, or maybe it’s just the fact that he’s holding you with so much care and affection that it almost makes you burst at the seams, whatever it is, it causes you to tear up as well. 

Those tears quickly become sobs that bubble up in your throat and crawl their way out of it, forcing you to tuck your head into the crook of Price’s neck and muffle your sobs in it, muttering a small ‘sorry’ after each one. 

After each ‘sorry’, Price responds with, “It’s okay, let it out, sweetheart, you’re okay,” and those reassuring words only make you cry more because God, you didn’t even think he’d find you, yet here he is, letting you cry into his neck and is reassuring you after every apology that it’s okay. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry—” You mumble a litany of apologies into Price’s neck, your breath stuttering and hitching as you try to hold back your sobs. Price only shushes you and rubs his hand up and down your back in a comforting gesture, bringing his head up to kiss the top of your head. 

He tucks your head under his chin, “Don’t apologize, it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

And fuck, you know it’s just words, but it only makes you cry more. 

Your sobs eventually stop, leaving you hiccuping against Price’s neck, silently crying as he continues to rub your back. 

“I thought you died,” He whispers, his hand stuttering on your back, “I thought you died and I was going to dig up your dead body, when you didn’t answer me.”

You stay silent, letting him continue, “I thought you were dead when we dug you up and needed to feel your heartbeat for myself to confirm that you were still alive.” 

He pauses for a moment before continuing, “I’ve been here ever since they put you in here. I haven’t slept, I’ve just stayed here, waiting for you to wake up so I could tell you that I—”

He chokes up for a moment before taking a deep breath and continuing, “I’m sorry for not even thinking to drag you out of the facility with me when we all ran out. You were— you were right there, and I couldn’t just grab your arm and take you with me, I just had to leave you behind and I—” 

“You watched me while I was asleep?” You ask quietly, your eyebrows drawing together. 

Price pauses and pulls his chin off of your head, and pulls you away from his neck so he can properly give you the most incredulous look he can pull, before saying, “I’m pouring my heart out to you and apologizing for practically leaving you for dead, and that’s what you’re worried about?” 

“Well, I’m not worried, I’m just—” You shrug, not knowing how to explain it. Price sighs and chuckles quietly before tucking your head back under his chin. 

“You’re insufferable,” He mumbles, sniffling a bit. 

“… I forgive you, by the way,” You say after a moment of silence, “I didn’t really blame you in the first place.” 

“You had the right to.” 

“Sure I did.” 

“But you didn’t blame me.”

“Right.” “…” Price stays silent for a moment before pressing another soft kiss to the top of your head and saying quietly, “You should blame me.” 

“Maybe,” You mumble back, “But I won’t.” 

Later, maybe an hour later, if the others see you asleep in Price’s arms while he keeps your head tucked under his chin and rubs your back affectionately—no they don’t.

[munsster]

i'm so so obsessed with the winter in hawkins series!! i love a loser!steve and the kids pushing the steve x reader agenda

LITERALLY ME TOO! i am so glad u like it. truly nothing and no one compares to poor babygirl loser!steve. and now because i’m crazy, i came up with a billion headcanons for winter in hawkins au.

robin was obviously definitely the first one to notice babygirls longing glances (does that make robin olaf or sven in this situation…)

of course, steve was catching strays from dustin long before but it was all conjecture for like the first month

once robin pinpointed steve’s desperation and utter infatuation with you, she was hooked and intent on finding dumb excuses for the two of you to be alone

aka robin is the WORST instigator and only encourages loser!steve

yes, she thoroughly clowns on him, but her heart says steve x reader ftw

the rest of the kids find out because dustin will. not. shut. up! about it

again, thanks to auntie robin only fanning the flames

(they came up with a group name for their shenanigans: the secret society consisting of everyone who thinks steve is her prince charming OR the prince charming project for short)

(dustin uses the full name every time)

(the main points at meetings include planning your wedding, drawing your future children, and anything anti-brad)

speaking of brad, steve still remembers exactly where he was when you told him you got a new boyfriend

he cried in his car after work that day

robin was in the passenger seat

she cried, too

that was really what spurred loser!steve on

before that, steve was minding his own hopeless romantic business, but the introduction of brad put emphasis on the ‘hopeless’ aspect

honestly, steve’s just glad he still gets to see you every weekend for game night

brad is not invited to game night

you don’t think he’d come even if he was

steve hates brad

regardless of br*d, steve is not shy about complimenting you on anything and everything

sure, it makes him a little blushy thinking about how you’ll react

with that dazzling smile he adores

and yeah, theres a tiny wobble in his voice when he gets your attention

but you don’t seem to notice

and if you do, you don’t seem care

(you always notice, and you think it’s sweet)

“i like your hair like that”

“really? thanks, stevie!”

oh he melts

whenever you compliment him back, he takes diligent notes

one time he wore the same shirt three times in one week just because you mentioned how it complimented his eyes

he also got a big head when you told him his sailor outfit makes him look dashing

sometimes the kids write out lists of really good and not at all embarrassing pick up lines

sometimes these lists suspiciously wind up in steve’s glove box or tip jar

one time a list appeared in his wallet

it’s weird that they practically pickpocketed him but it’s weirder that they had access to his wallet and didn’t take the twenty

robin has a secret scrapbook dedicated to you and steve

it has secret pictures (courtesy of el), ticket stubs, cute stickers, and random receipts

if you couldn’t already tell, everyone is very normal about the situation

steve gets to know you so well that you actually start saying things in tandem

he knows your ice cream order, your coffee order, what temperature you like the thermostat, the name of your first pet

he’s never been good at memorization but it feels so easy knowing it’s all attached to you somehow

he will often bring you random little flowers that seem so small in the palm of his hand

it makes him feel very proud when you tuck them behind your ear

even more so when you let him do it for you

one late summer night, steve hosts a sleepover

OR the kids begged and begged him to either ask you on a date or let everyone use his pool for the night and watch a scary movie and stay up really late and eat junk food

so because he’s a loser, steve hosts a sleepover

and his heart flutters when you show up on his dimly lit doorstep with a gaggle of children behind you

they push past the two of you and barrel straight towards the back door

you warn him, saying you’re pretty sure only two of them brought towels

he chuckles and assures you that they do this every time and he already has a stack set out

you laugh in response and he thinks this is what a heart attack feels like

just imagine how he survived the rest of the night basking in your company and the soft moonlight

you sat next to him during the movie and fell asleep on his shoulder and he swears he’s never been so still

and the movie was really scary

steve wishes brad wasn’t such a dick

especially because he’s made you cry now on a handful of different occasions

steve’s flattered that he’s the first one you call, but he’s heartbroken hearing your choked sobs through the receiver

it’s kind of like a routine the way you always apologize for dumping everything on him and the way he tells you he’d do it any time

for you

at this point, he doesn’t care how desperate he makes himself seem

he really cares about you

steve likes you, and brad could spare a couple teeth

but he knows you love brad blahblahblah que sera sera whatever

he should’ve asked you out when he had the chance instead of sulking and pining

robin still has hope three months into the relationship

she knows for a fact steve still has a raging crush on you

those big brown eyes give everything away

and the way he gushes about your phone calls and your cute sweaters

something happens and i’m head over heels

steve has your gift picked out a month before the holiday season

little does he know, you’ve got his picked out, too

“i saw this in a shop window and thought of you…”

“i remember you mentioning that you wanted one…”

they really are just two losers fated to fall in love

sigh

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[zeltqz]

I CAN WAIT

ex-classmates!gojo & geto x fem!reader word count. 3.1k content. threesome, spitroasting, fuckboy!gojo, pining geto suguru, established relationship wtih gojo, slight angst

author's note: JJK MANGA SPOILERS -> wondering if geto didn't die if gojo's personality would've stayed the same from hidden inventory....hm. 🤔🤔🤔anyway, so I made the decision for myself. FUCKBOY ADULT GOJO FTW 🗣🗣

“ Suguru .”

“Hm?”

“Do you remember her?” Satoru has been smiling down at his phone for the last ten minutes, scouring your Instagram feed, double tapping each and every photo that has you in a skimpy outfit, suggestive pose, or both. 

Distracted, Suguru makes a faint noise of agreement, clearly not caring enough to give Gojo his full attention, rather focusing on digging through his desk drawers to find the paperwork Yaga was asking for.

Satoru picks up on his best friend's lack of interest in the topic, clicks his tongue and holds his phone out. “Suguru. Look. ”

With a hefty sigh (or groan? No. Most definetly a grunt), Suguru shoots his head up from his drawer, frustrated, sending Gojo a bored look. It doesn’t phase him, instead he just wiggles his phone playfully, a smug grin rising to his cheeks. Suguru sighs, peeved and weary, squinting his eyes to get a better look at the screen from across the room.

“Just— fuck , just  wear your goddamn glasses, Suguru—”

“Hell no . Just pass me the phone.”

Satoru obliges, standing from Suguru’s office couch to hand his phone over. “I stumbled across one of our clients Instagram and she was hot , so I stalked her pag—”

“Weirdo,” Suguru snickers, too used to his best friend’s antics by now. He looks back down at the phone, trying to figure out what he was supposed to be looking at because there’s five girls on the screen, and he doesn’t recognise any of them.

“—Anyway .” Satoru trails off, his long legs striding over to the other side of the desk, leaning in extra close to Suguru (because Gojo has never understood the concept of personal space , like ever). Using his long index finger, he draws circles in the air before tapping it over your body, posing provocatively in the bathroom mirror with your friends.

Out of the group of five, you stand out the most to Suguru, having been eyeing you before he even knew who you were. He still doesn’t know, to be frank. Satoru has been doing everything and beyond but give him your name, or the reason why he’s supposed to know you. 

“Am I supposed to know who she is?” He asks with a tick of his brow, looking over at Satoru, irked at the way his icy blue eyes full of lust are scanning over your body. 

Suguru nudges him aggressively with his elbow, repeating his question. 

Gojo frowns, rubbing his side with a pout. “You don’t remember her? From Jujutsu High? She sat in front of Shoko and they were friends?” 

“Oh! Her? Really ?” Suguru takes another look at the photo, zooming in nonsensically, completely enthralled with how well you turned out to be. “Damn.”

“Right ?” Satoru sports a cheesy grin, flopping back onto Suguru’s office chair, hands behind his head, digging his fingers into the candy bowl on the edge of Suguru’s desk. “Already DM’d her.” 

Geto scoffs. “For what? To fuck ?”

Satoru pulls his glasses downwards, looking at him as if the answer was obvious. “ Duh ? She looks hot now.” 

“You haven’t seen the girl in—” He thinks back to how long it’d been since he’d graduated. “Eight years . You really think she’s gonna want to talk—”

A notification dings from Satoru’s phone. They both look down at his phone on the table, your username popping up on his screen with a dm saying omg satoru? hi! it’s been so long :) how are you?

Suguru swallows his tongue. “I take back what I said.”

Satoru smiles, grabbing his phone, long fingers already typing out another message to you. He lounges on Suguru’s office couch, legs kicked obnoxiously over the arm. Every time Suguru hears the notification noise from Satoru’s phone, something inside him itches, like a vein just waiting to pop. Instead of Satoru doing his fucking job, like everybody else in this agency, he’s texting some ex-schoolgirl who he’s never said more than 6 words to. The only reason you’re so excited to talk to him, was because he’s Satoru Gojo, and every girl back at Jujutsu High liked Satoru Gojo at one point. 

Suguru wants no part in Satoru’s little scavenger hunt for you. He’s got better things to do. In all honesty, it’s dehumanising. Satoru was never interested in you, back when you were an average school girl with nothing to offer him. Now you’ve grown up, got a body on you, one that turns him on, one that he thinks is worthy of his attention, he’s showering you with attention.

It’s embarrassing.

Weeks went by and by now, you were most likely publicly with Gojo, letting him spoil you with gifts, dates, sex… Suguru knows this because Satoru tells him everything. It’s not an exaggeration either. He can probably name everything about your body, everything that turns you on, everything that you like, just the right way you like Gojo’s fingers curled inside you. 

The list goes on…and on . 

Satoru is shameless. His hands wander everywhere, grabbing onto your ass with a smack, indifferent to the fact that he’s in public. He even went as far as to send Suguru your own naughty pics ;), he’d call them, spamming Geto’s phone—without a care—of pics and videos of you bent over, back in a perfect arch, squealing into the pillow as Gojo’s thick cock thrusts inside you, angling his dick to hit that spot that makes your fingers dig into the sheets, scrunching them into a ball. 

Geto feels guilty .

Guilty of the fact he can have regular conversations with you that seem innocent at first, until he’s picturing your naked body underneath your clothes. Guilty of the fact at night he’s picturing you in those positions. Guilty of the fact he wishes you were with him , not Satoru. He could treat you better, he would not send your pictures out to his friends, rather save them in a photo album called my eyes only. He’d treat you well, not slap your ass in public at any given moment.

His first mistake was saving the photos and videos. It’s disgusting how many times he’s rewatched them, stroked his cock at night to the pictures of you kneeling in front of a mirror, shirt lifted up and over your tits, flashing them to the camera for Gojo’s eyes, not his. 

His second mistake was spending the night at Satoru’s, taking the offer simply because he mentioned that you’d be there. Sneaking glances over at you curled over by Gojo’s side, hiding your face into his chest when the movie scene is a little too scary for your liking, didn’t help his soothe his feelings for you, only strengthening them, wishing you were by his side right now, giving him warmth as you wrap your arms around his sides, snuggling into him. 

His third mistake was letting you flirt with him when Gojo went upstairs. He didn’t stop your wandering fingers trail over his stomach, tickling the flat plane of his stomach as you whisper in his ear how much you want him . 

Suguru should have told you off, told you Satoru is right upstairs, and if you hurt him, he’d never forgive you. But instead, he let you press your lips to his, let you cup his cheeks to deepen the kiss, licking, and moaning into his mouth. He kisses you like he’s touch starved, strong hands gripping your hips, tugging you onto his lap, grinding his hips up into the feeling of yours.

Satoru climbs back down the stairs, humming a stupid tune before stopping in his tracks at the sight. Suguru pulls you off him, lips parted in shock, wondering how he’s going to explain this.

“ What ? You started without me?” Gojo dedicates the question towards you who giggles and dips your face into Suguru’s neck, peeking past the curve of Geto’s throat over at your boyfriend.

“I couldn’t help myself, Satoru.”

Wait, what? Excuse me—what the fuck. 

Suguru can’t voice his opinion, looking dumbfounded at Satoru. He’s tugging his shirt off, losing it to the kitchen and hops on the couch next to you, dragging you by the hips off his lap, onto all fours in front of him. 

What the actual fuck ?

You make heated eye contact with Suguru, enjoying the way his eyes widen marginally at the sight of you. “You want me to suck your dick?”

“ Huh ?” He’s finally able to speak, only muttering those words as you and Gojo laugh at each other. “What’s so funny ? Is this some kind of—of— porno , or something?!”

“Do you want it to be?” You perk up with an idea. “I can get my phone out if you like.”

Gojo grins again, looking down at your body, hand clapping down on your left cheek, still sore from earlier today. “ Good idea, baby.” He smacks you again, satisfied with the squeak you let out.

The way you two are acting like this is just a regular Saturday and not the most confusing day of Suguru’s life has him baffled. 

“What? No—no ? Why’re you so comfortable with recording—”

“It’s not like anything you haven’t seen before, Suguru.” You’re tugging your shirt off, reaching behind you to remove your bra.

Geto feels like his world stops turning at that moment. Time stood still for a second, his heart beating erratically. “You—you knew ?”

Gojo wraps a hand around your throat, and you’re biting your lip as he lifts you upwards till your back is against his chest. “Yeah, she knew. It was her idea, after all. Ain’t she a freak?” As if to prove a point, he tightens his grip on your throat a little, making a show of his veiny hands. 

You let out a little moan that goes straight to Suguru’s cock. The twitch was obvious in those grey sweatpants of his. Having noticed it, you’re reaching forward to run your finger along the length of it. The feeling is ticklish, and it makes Suguru’s stomach clench a little.

He’s still a little (a lot?) confused, but decided to think later. This was a once in a lifetime moment. Who’s he to not seize the opportunity? 

“So she wanted me to see all those nudes?”

Gojo skims a hand down your back, and it arches involuntarily, trying to chase the tickle of his fingers. “Answer him, baby.”

“Y—yeah, Suguru—” Your voice comes out in a soft, choked off moan when Gojo’s fingers play with your clit. 

His cock does another twitch in his pants.

“Satoru wanted— oh—” It’s hard to speak when Gojo’s toying with your body like this, dipping his fingers in and out momentarily everytime you open your mouth to speak. 

He lets go of your throat, and begins pushing you downwards, your arms landing by Geto’s thighs. You make eye contact with him and watch those brown eyes of his drop down to your lips. 

“Baby. Wanna show him how good you are at sucking cock?”

You blink over at Suguru, not bothering to ask with your lips, but your eyes, batting your lashes at him in a way he can’t resist. With a faint nod of his head, you’re leaning down to fiddle with his drawstrings, pulling his sweats down to his knees. 

Satoru trails a line of hot, wet kisses along your back, down to your cunt, kissing sloppily at your clit. You moan into Geto’s mouth at the feeling, slowly grinding your hips back against Satoru’s tongue. Geto’s cock sits thick, and heavy in your hands, stroking lazily as you suck the length of his tongue.

“Alright, stop teasin’ him, baby. Show him.” Gojo winks at Suguru who’s busy focusing on the feel of your hand on his dick. 

So warm, so soft; he briefly wonders how your mouth would feel. 

As if reading his thoughts, you slip away in favour of bending downwards, kitten licking the tip of his cock. Suguru has to bite down on his lip to stop himself from moaning, head throwing itself back when you begin sucking slowly , cheeks hollowing out as you bob your head up and down, engulfing his cock in the warmth of your mouth. 

“Holy— fuck , shit—” Geto spits out every curse he can think of, fingers twitching at his side to stop himself from pushing your head down.

Gojo—being the obnoxious man he is— places his huge hand on the back of your head, pushing you down, down , till you were choking on Suguru’s cock, nose brushing the skin of his pelvis. The sound of gargling filled the room, and Suguru groans, loud and long , chin dropping to his chest to pay close attention to your lips as they’re wrapped around his cock. 

“Yeah? How’s that feel, Suguru?”

“It’s—dude, fuck . Amazing.” The sight is obscene, and his cock twitches in your mouth again. Your hips wriggle from side to side, craving Gojo’s touch down there. 

Taking the hint, Satoru lets go of your head, moving them to your hips and angling them upwards. Suguru expects you to lift yourself off and take a breath. He doesn’t expect you to grab his limp hand from his side, putting it on the back of your head, looking at him suggestively with a slight nod of your head that has your throat tickling his cock.

Your giggle trails off into a moan when Gojo thrusts his cock inside you without fanfare, enjoying the way your back arches even more into the feeling, loving the way Geto hisses when your throat tightens around his length. He cums down your throat involuntarily, hand moving your head up and down to chase the feeling of your mouth as his cum spills in your mouth.

He pulls you off and you begin screaming when Gojo presses you further into the couch, holding you by your hips as his cock thrusts into you, uncaring of the way your body wasn’t fully prepped. Geto watches with wide eyes as you scratch at the couch cushions, trying to lift your back up, just a little, only to get pushed back down by Satoru’s hand. 

“Gojo, dude, she’s—”

“She’s fine,” Gojo grits out, squeezing the fat of your hips, fucking into you deeper just to prove a point.

The position makes you feel every inch of his cock, crying out his name as tingles race through your body, face heating up profoundly as he jackhammers into you till your body is nothing but mush .

You grab the only thing you can reach, Suguru’s hand, squeezing, digging your nails into his palm and he can only watch the part where your bodies connect, pay close attention to the sight of his cock fucking your wetness back into your tight hole.

“I’m gonna cum—” Gojo’s hips stutter, the rhythm he’d set falling off exceedingly. “You want me to fill you, huh, baby?” When you don’t respond, brain is too mushy to comprehend he’s even talking to you, he spanks you, hard and fast , till your body jerks, walls spasming around his cock that’s overstimulating your pussy to the highest degree.

“Satoru—I’m !” The words barely leave your lips before you cum on his cock, nails digging painfully into Suguru’s hands, making him wince, but squeezes you back for reassurance.

“I’m close. Fuck .” His hips still with one final thrust before there’s a wet squlech, his cum filling your pussy to  the brim. He rolls into you a few times, ensuring it stays there, before pulling out, with another wet squelch.

The sound is music to Suguru’s ears.

Almost instantly, you flop onto the couch, laying limp and boneless, as Satoru climbs off it, stretching his long legs. Times like this are where Suguru wishes his friend had some common decency; watching him stroll over to the bathroom to wash his hands and clean up.

“Hey, you good?” Suguru pokes at your side to see if you’re even alive.

Your laugh is muffled by the cushions, but you’re using the little energy you have left in you to swat his hand away. “Yeah, ‘m good.”

Everything feels sore, your jaw, your thighs, your legs. Everything hurts, but you manage to flip yourself over so you’re laying on your back. You stare up at Suguru with a smile; his heartbeat practically pounding against his chest now. 

“C’mere,” you say, gesturing for him to come closer. 

He leans down and your hand flys to the back of his head, holding him there as you kiss him, slowly. The taste of him is faint, but there, the salty after taste almost makes him sick before he melts into it, licking into your mouth with fervour. 

You let his hand roam downwards, cupping your tit, toying with it in his palm as Satoru enters the room again, stretching his long limbs. “Ah, that was fun.”

Suguru mumbles, “Yeah” into your mouth, thumbs rolling against your nipples.

“Oi. You wanna fuck her next?”

He pulls off, watching the line of spit break mid air, dripping onto the side of your mouth. His thumb catches it, swiping the flat of his thumb against it, shoving it back into your mouth. “Is she even—” He can’t speak properly, not when you’re sucking his thumb like that, looking up at him like that . 

You’re so beautiful, it’s unfair . It’s unfair you’re with someone like Gojo who’d probably leave you in a month from now. He looks over at his friend, then looks back down at you, waiting for his answer. The relationship won’t last,  he knows it. He knows something will come up, causing your downfall, (he definitely isn’t praying on it), and when it does, he’ll be there to pick up the pieces, put you back together, make you his. 

“Nah. It’s cool.” He runs his thumb back at the middle of your lip, focused on the way the soft, tender flesh flattenns beneath his touch. “I’ll wait.”

spoiler alert : you and gojo don't break up

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time for geto to convince gojo to turn poly 👻

[loversofthegrave]

What are some of your fave wincest fics?

Oh I'm so glad you asked anon! I am always looking for fic recs so I'm sure some followers will appreciate this little one here;

(in no particular order)

try asking by applecrumbledore

“Jerry says he saw them going at it in the back of that car of theirs outside Atlanta last year, I swear to God.”

“Listen, man, I don’t like them either, but that’s a low blow. Jerry’s a fucking pervert.”

outside POV ftw

other brothers by homo_pink

A callow boy can go from infancy to someone’s lover in the space of two wildflower summers.

Another outside POV but this writer I kneel at the altar for, absolute perfection. Read all their work, you're in for a treat

Howls in my bones by weefaol

When John gets a call to investigate a series of grisly animal killings, he drops Sam and Dean at an abandoned cabin two towns over. The boys find ways to keep busy — playing cards, watching movies, chopping wood — but with a howling winter storm on the way, there’s nowhere for Sam to hide his illicit feelings for his older brother.

As the lure of desire threatens to devour him, Sam must learn to face the wolves that lurk outside and the monsters within.

weecest

In the garden where sin began by nyoka

Some places, they grow for you.

weecest, beautifully written, so tender

one on, two out by deadlybride

In the fall of 2001, Deacon gets a letter from his old friend John Winchester, asking if John's son can stay at his house for a while.

not exactly wincest but I want to recommend this because it's just a great insight into a young dean and his vulnerability and there's a sequel involving wincest elements. Really really loved this

it started out with a kiss by intrepidheart

Sam has a date. That's not the problem. The problem is that Sam's asking Dean to teach him how to kiss. The problem is that this kiss changes everything.

rightly obsessed with jealous dean

the repeated image of the lover destroyed by hathfrozen

"Do you really love me that much?" Sam asks.

Dean laughs, a harsh sound, his body shaking underneath Sam.

"Look at me," Dean hisses, eyes still shut. "What the fuck do you think?"

see things so much clearer by deadlybride

Sam's been acting oddly. Dean learns how to use the history on an internet browser and finds out why.

somewhere there's blue by linden

Dean was just gonna go ahead and call this one: evenings which ended with Sam in a river were not evenings which had gone too well.

nickle and dime by linden

It was unlikely, Dean felt, that they'd be coming back to Montana: Child Protection Services had a real nasty habit of not forgetting people's names.

here's a few for now, I have more but I need to remember the names! I will probably reblog this with them but I hope you enjoy! Also if anyone has any recs please point me in that direction

much love

[mr-celestial-writings]

Bargaining

Pairing: Barbara Gordon + Outlaw! Transmasc! Reader

Summary: Barbara didn't really know how to deal with this. She felt like she had to do something, anything, to at least get you to talk to her and the rest of the family.

Trigger Warnings: Depictions of Anxiety attacks.

Outlaw! Reader Masterlist

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Barbara looked at the social media profiles that Tim had sent her. He had caught her up on the situation. She had been staring at your profiles, your pictures, the snapshots of your life that she and the others were no longer privy to, for Hours.

She couldn't really believe it. She had missed you growing up and moving out. She had somehow missed you slipping off her radar. Like with Dick, she could only imagine you as a child.

She could only see you as that bright-eyed boy who always asked her questions, no matter how much she ignored you. She could remember you coming out to her... When had you grown up?

When had you gotten so close to Jason?

Barbara felt like she could only blame herself. Was she the one to push you away?

She hesitated, her fingers over the keyboard. She had opened your DMs. She needed to reach out. What could she say though? Would you even reply to it? Or Read it?

Barbara took a deep breath. She could do this. She Had to do this. Barbara knew that nobody else in the family would.

'Hey, [Name]! How are you?'

It was a simple message. A nice opening. Barbara had to hope you would reply.

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You were sitting in your apartment. It was a nice, chill night. Jay was handling patrol, and your favorite show was on.

You really didn't think about it when you checked your phone when a notification pinged.

You Really Shouldn't Have.

You're eyes widened when you saw the name.

Barbara Gordan.

Dread filled your stomach. You felt your heart beat increase. Your finger hovered over the notification.

Your eyes were locked on the screen.

Why were they reaching out now? Why Why Whywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhywhy-

Another Notification popped up.

'[Name]? You there? It says your online, lol.'

You felt your stomach twist into knots. Your breath increased and tears pricked at the corners of your eyes.

For whatever reason, you couldn't bring yourself to put your phone down. Your eyes were stuck on the notifcation.

Why now? Why was this happening NOW?

They hadn't cared enough before now, fuck- You couldn't breath. You felt like you were drowning, but you couldn't breach for air.

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Barbara's brow furrowed as you still didn't reply. She grew concerned when she saw you switch offline.

She would do whatever it took for you to talk to them again. She was so scared. She felt so guilty. She drove you away, and now she was suffering the consequences.

Just, please, talk to her.

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a/n: Barbara Gordon, you deserve more respect and love. She's amazing, and genuinely one of my favorite characters. I want to learn more about her.

But I'm poor and can't shovel DC money to pay for access to comics lol. WFA FTW.

[alexiethymia]

Listen, book!Lockwood who is so repressed that it just translates to beaming smiles has a special place in my heart, but at the same time I cannot stress how much I appreciate the live action series for showing us unbelievably exhausted Lockwood who’s so obviously scared that Lucy and George will eventually leave (willingly or otherwise) but still has the gall to push them away. My boy was barely pulling it together. And ofc he would be so tired that the bags under his eyes are so prominent because we’re outside of Lucy’s POV now. Lucy who’s always had rose-colored glasses when it comes to him.

Speaking of Lucy, I really do love how she calls him out. She’s so aggressive with her love. It’s like she’s demanding that George and her will love and care for him and there’s absolutely nothing Lockwood can do about it so he just better shut up and take it. Peak found family right there.

How that scene where Lockwood comes to apologize to Lucy in the kitchen had so much ‘husband in the doghouse’ vibes, and how ultimately what Lucy is really mad about is just her wanting Lockwood to value his life more. And for Lockwood to outright admit that yeah he was a bit suicidal but it’s a bit like he found a new reason for living because of Lucy and George, again I say PEAK FOUND FAMILY, this is my jam. The ease of which Lucy being Lucy calms him down. (Ugh, again the domesticity of choosing egg cups). He can’t stand when she’s mad at him and he learns about apologizing properly this time around, but when she wordlessly forgives him, you can see on his face how he could fall so quickly and deeply in love with her. That’s one thing I love so much about the live action series. While the book showed us more of Lucy’s feelings for Lockwood, I actually think the series highlights Lockwood’s feelings more in that if I hadn’t read the books beforehand, I could have easily seen it as Lockwood falling first. His abandonment issues are so prominent in the series and while they play it with humor with Fittes and Kipps, you can just see that desperation behind the lighthearted tone, and for Lucy to say that she chooses Lockwood and George anyway….!

This is basically an excuse to ramble about the little things they add in the series that I love so much, which works because we’re not restricted to Lucy’s POV, in no particular order:

How Flo can immediately see how Lockwood feels about Lucy because of the effect she has on him. Prior to that statement, she’d only met Lucy once before, but that brief meeting told her everything she needed to know. She probably knew Lockwood in the aftermath of his family’s death, so for her to see Lockwood just buttering someone’s else toast for them and being all domestic and smiley, treating another person like a family member especially considering how guarded he is, she must have thought (and rightly so) that meeting Lucy made him have an appetite for life again.

We actually get to see Fittes’ and Lockwood’s side of the fight! And it was awesome. “I’m Anthony bloody Lockwood.” I can no longer remember if that line was in the book or not but idc I love it.

George and Lucy’s scene was in the book, but the acting in the series just really sold it for me. How Lucy’s heart just broke hearing George talk about himself, especially everything he said then were feelings I’m sure she’s also had about herself. I seriously loved that last episode. George and Lucy were adorable. Again I say, found family ftw.

The rise of the Flo x George ship! “You, me, and herons!” Again I say, adorable.

There are some elements that work better in book format, but in many ways the tv series really did elevate this beloved book series. It was a wonderful, wonderful adaptation. As a reader, I couldn’t be more satisfied. As a shipper, I couldn’t be more ecstatic.

[magicandmundane]

Currently rotating the reunion scene from ep4 around in my head like a rotisserie chicken (as one does), and there’s one thing that’s really standing out to me.

Hunter didn’t immediately step outside when that stolen freighter landed.

He and Wrecker have crossed the galaxy 5 times in almost 6 months, dead end after dead end, disappointment after disappointment. It’s got to be soul crushing, and then out of fucking nowhere they get a transmission telling them to go to that moon where they dropped supplies for Ryloth that one time, something Omega surely remembers, so it can’t be a coincidence, right? But it’s just too good to be true. No planning a prison break? No Hemlock? She just made her way back? What are the odds they’re being tricked?

So Hunter waited because he couldn’t stand to face the disappointment himself. (And Wrecker goes out there because he’s still hopeful and excited.)

Imagine the two of them on the Marauder as that ship lands and the stairs come down. Wrecker goes to the door and notices that Hunter is still sitting and typing something, and asks, “Are ya coming, Hunter?” And Hunter just looks at him and says, “Yeah, in a minute.” Wrecker gets it and doesn’t push (emotionally intelligent Wrecker ftw).

Then Hunter listens as Wrecker shouts, “Now there’s a sight!” And with those enhanced senses (who knows, that’s been dodgy at best this season) he probably hears Omega say, “Wrecker! I knew you’d show up.”

And then, he takes yet another moment to collect himself because holy shit it’s real this time, she’s really here.

Finally, Hunter goes out there, skips a bunch of stairs, and gives his kid the biggest hug.

And I just aaahhhhhhhh it’s so good! So intentional! I’m going to be thinking (translation: crying) about this for a long time.

[nanaminokanojo]

ACCIDENTALLY IN LOVE | part 61

-meet cute? a cheesy musical number? forget it! love makes itself known to you through a minor car accident, a broken arm, and a treacherously charming temporary chauffeur

CHARACTERS: sukuna x you/reader | jjk characters

GENRE: full-length smau + prose | bad boy x good girl | college au | a lot of firsts | aged-up characters | strangers to lovers | smut | fluff | angst | ooc depictions - soft sukuna ftw

TW/CW: strong/mature language | adult content so mdni on some parts | mentions of alcohol and/or smoking | mentions of injury, promiscuity and bullying | pet names because they're cute with 2D men | toxic behavior | will add more if something arises

MASTERLIST | CHAPTER INDEX

<<prev part 61 next>>

A/N: Narrations after the 7th panel. Also, I've updated Parts 56 and 60. The video is working on the former and I forgot to add the narrations on the latter prior to the video. Idk what I was thinking with this last update. Sorry for that and for this very brief update. Smutty things to come in the next chapters!

You were left to think of what Uraume told you, said in such an unsentimental manner that one would have thought that they were just talking about something trivial. But it got you thinking of so many things all at the same time, perplexed about the meaning behind those simple words, thrown out in the wind, free for interpretation.

However, you were no longer able to ask as the others returned, Choso immediately slinging an arm over your shoulder and asking after you. “You look flushed. Are you okay, Y/N?”

“Y-yes, thank you.” Your eyes immediately flicked to Sukuna who was standing beside Uraume, and you felt your face heating up all the more when he smiled at you. “It’s just really hot.”

“You sure?" he asked, snickering. You knew what he was getting at, but you didn't say anything.

“Hi, princess,” Naoya greeted, blocking your view of Sukuna.

You thought he was nice although he could be rather full of himself. It wasn’t in an annoying way, just in a funny, disarming way. Noisy, too. “Hi.”

“Call me Naoya.”

You nodded but you did not say it, suddenly remembering your confliction about what Uraume told you. You did notice it, too, the way everyone called Sukuna by his last name. Everyone just referred to him as “Ryomen,” and you pondered on whether it meant anything that you’re the only one who called him by his birth name.

The thoughts plagued you even as you sat in the car, your eyes remaining trained on him in the tense silence that seemed to have followed your last words when he asked you if you were ready to go home. You still couldn’t shake the same feeling you had earlier when you were watching him play, your senses seemingly hyper-aware of every single detail of him. Your heart felt full as the afternoon sun shone through the windows, touching his being that you thought, if you blinked, he’d disappear like a mirage.

It was the case up to the moment he parked on the spot next to where your own car had been sitting in the garage since the accident. It was gathering dust, but you have grown accustomed to the passenger side of Sukuna's car, the apple-cinammon air freshener he used and the feeling of having someone to talk to and laugh with while going places.

You didn't like the idea of driving on your own anymore, always alone inside your car.

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[wukyma]

Who is your favorite greek god?

HA! You've set this trap for yourself dear Gobi because I'm something of a nerd myself, and in this essay I will–

Jk, here are my thoughts on each of my favorite gods and goddesses (because I'm an indecisive lil guy who can't choose) (with pictures)

First of all I should mention that my ideas about gods are rooted in children's stories where everything is relatively tame and stripped of spicy details lol... It was only in my early teens that I got disappointed XD,,, so, short answer to your question: Poseidon. Long answer: ehhh it's complicated. Imagine this – a kid from a thoroughly Christian country discovers there are OTHER gods (unlimited access to books and no supervision ftw) and immediately absorbs all the info there is. I was obsessed with them ALL.

As Greeks used to do, 1. Hestia gets the first mention! I really like her role as goddess of the hearth and home. Also the comedy of her taking a glance at Poseidon and Apollo and going "no thanks" is SO valid

2. Zeus. Yes, him. No joke. For child-me he was a rather cool dude because of the whole "supreme king, defender of law and order, god of skies (and my daddy issues cough cough)" and so on and so forth was absolutely EPIC. Later, though? I almost disowned him HAHSHJ Bro's family tree is bigger than Yggdrasil ffs (tiny aura bonus for lightning bolts)

3. Hera. I didn't really like her before but now – same, queen, same. Still amazed by the idea that she kept her faithfulness no matter what; the messiest marriage ever tbh. The only situation where I have to sigh in disappointment is the Hephaestus Incident™

4. Artemis! Girl flipped everyone off and absolutely thrives hunting with a bunch of immortal maidens. What an icon.

5. Hermes too, because he's a multitasker. It's easier to say what domain he doesn't have than vice versa... Lil poor me has to travel a lot so when I say "god help me" after mounting a bus (AGAIN) that's who I have in mind XD

6. Last but not the least, Poseidon. HEAR ME OUT ✋ the Ls he took in myths are massive, yes, but this obsession goes as far as I remember. I was that cringe little gremlin who slapped horse stickers/doodles on everything and could only be pulled out of the sea by force (how awful that sounded, I'm sorry) Imagine what my mind did when I heard there's a god of BOTH these things (and his bitter attitude towards almost everything is relatable,,)

Thus, the actual myths overlapped with what I already knew from the toned down retellings, and here is the result ✨

(I wholeheartedly hope no one fell asleep ahajajdksk... Maybe I should draw other gods too)

[akanesheep]

What pet would they give MC:

Lucifer:

Lucifer wouldn’t just gift them a pet, but that pet requires the ability of homing and caring. He would gift them an aviary. Attached to this aviary would be a large enclosed area with a pair of peacocks. He selected them personally, ensuring that not only were they physically beautiful, but also that their personalities meshed well together. After all, he wants to ensure that this gift, as all other gifts he gives you, are as perfect as possible.

Mammon:

Mammon would pick a pair of his young crows and assign them to you. As they are his familiars, he can keep a watch on you no matter where you are. Crows are also resourceful and able to work out how to live no matter where they are… they do like to stay in the aviary a lot, but most often they stay in the tree within your room.

Levi:

Levi know without being told that a snake is a bad idea, look what happened with Henry 1.0… so he will get you a goldfish also. And if you want, he would get you an aquarium set up for your room.

‘What? You want Lily to be in the same tank as Henry??’

Cue happy Levi noises.

Many an evening are spent watching the two goldfish swim happily together as you hold hands and cuddle.

Satan:

Come on… do I even need to say it?

You open the box to find an adorably fluffy silver furred kitten inside with a green collar. A small heart tag hangs from her neck.

‘Diana’ you read and then giggle softly. ‘You remembered?’

You had told him about your favorite show to watch as a child, which had started as a manga. He read them all with you when he managed to get a full set for your birthday.

‘Of course I did… when the owner of the cat cafe told me he had a surprise litter he offered me first choice. When I saw her I knew.’

I mean, it could have been a unicorn, technically, but unicorns are for war. (Guy Kay fans ftw) Satan wants no part of you near a battlefield, so he hasn’t even allowed you to see his own unicorn.

Asmodeus, Beel, & Belphie:

Ok, you guys don’t hate me… but these three just aren’t animal people. Like they don’t hate animals at all… but they’re the least able to truly care for animals.

For Asmo, his priorities just aren’t there. And that’s ok. He knows his limits and is responsible enough to stay in them. He’s ok with other people’s pets as long as they stay off of him. He puts a lot into every aspect of his appearance and doesn’t want to give that up. (No hate at all for him. He know what he does and doesn’t want, and not everyone wants a pet). If you asked him for a pet, he would get you one, but he has no self-interest.

Also, his ‘animal’ is a scorpion, which horrifies him, he wouldn’t give one as a pet.

For Beel, he loves animals, especially dogs… but also has a tendency to eat animals if he goes on a rampage…he would never want to put you in a situation where he would accidentally hurt your pet.

His ‘animal’ being a fly isn’t really the kind of pet anyone wants…

For Belphie: I mean, while he’d love to get you a cow to rampage through the HoL gardens and piss Lucifer off, the truth is, he just isn’t willing/able to put that kind of effort into a pet. Instead, he’ll get you a cow plushie.

Diavolo:

Our sweet demon would get you a phoenix. He finds them absolutely fascinating, and you remind him of one, the way you always rise through any troubles in your wake.

(Dragons are not pets, but they will befriend you)

Barbatos:

He has enough on his plate without adding another pet. He’ll just assign you a Little D to take care of whatever you need while he is away.

Simeon & Luke:

This angel would gift you a pair of white doves.

They don’t get along with Mammon’s crows, so don’t let them in the aviary at the same time! Luckily they tend to avoid each other. That said, these doves are super sweet, just like the angels who gave them to you

Solomon:

No. Keep this man away from the pets. His penchant for experimenting on others is already problematic at best. Lucifer banned him from the aviary after he turned one of the peacocks into an owl and turned a crow into a mouse… it got really crazy for a few minutes.

This man is the pet, good luck us.

Hope you liked it, I wanted to keep this one light hearted.

I’m thinking of doing some more song vids, let me know what you think?

[homuraakemis]

My Favorite Arcane AMVs - Part 2 - Caitvi

Season 1

Caitlyn & Vi | Smooth Criminal by JaQenka

(Arcane) Caitlyn & Vi | Rubik's Cube by MockingJamie

Vi & Caitlyn | Crave You by Bells

Vi & Caitlyn | can't pretend. [Arcane] by Kat Brownish

*VI & CAITLYN-Shape Of You* by Demigod's Child

Vi & Caitlyn || Here with me by SnowFalls3

Vi & Caitlyn (Arcane) | A Losing Game by stefani b.

Vi x Caitlyn: you're in my veins [arcane amv] by Lynks3123

Season 2

Vi & Caitlyn | Love that way [Arcane +2x09] by Kat Brownish

Vi & Caitlyn | You and I (+2x09) by Skrewt

caitlyn & vi | thinking about you; by Yiyn

vi & caitlyn | war of hearts {2x09} by cam

Vi & Caitlyn || The Death of Peace of Mind (+2x09) by Infinitex

» dirty thoughts (caitlyn x vi; arcane s2 spoilers) by ForsakenWitchery

Fantastic || Cait & Vi [Arcane] by J.Caron

» why don't we choose love? (caitlyn x vi; arcane s2 spoilers) by ForsakenWitchery

vi & caitlyn | still {2x09} by cam

Cait & Vi | Hearts a Mess by cedric

Cait & Vi | Good in *Cell by cedric

Caitlyn & Vi | Someone to stay (2x09) by iForeverYooung

Vi & Caitlyn by StoryBits

little death [caitvi s2] by moongchi

Vi & Caitlyn | Sexy Back | Arcane by sapphicjuls

Vi & Caitlyn | Oil & Water by Kat Brownish

vi & caitlyn | crush by cam

Caitlyn x Vi | Us [FMV] by 2yeonology 1M

Vi & Caitlyn | From above by somosinevitables

CAITVI supermassive black hole - muse EDIT #arcane #caitvi by natiyeahh

Caitlyn x Vi | Hayloft II [FMV] by 2yeonology 1M

my baby's got a rifle by cedric

Caitlyn & Vi - The Only Exception - Arcane by T Frog

“HALLUCINATIONS” VI ARCANE SEASON 2 AMV || by 𝖞𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖖𝖎𝖝

Caitlyn & Vi | Oil & Water by AJ

ARCANE Cait x Vi Edit | Don't Blame me - Taylor Swift by KitteshTV

Piltover's Finest II Everything Black by luthorsilver

Vi & Caitlyn | Hella Good | Arcane by sapphicjuls

(caitvi) if you love me, won’t you let me know? by scatteredaffirmations

Vi x Caitlyn | Open Your Eyes by Illuzionz

(caitvi) “did i cross the line?” by scatteredaffirmations

Caitlyn & Vi | Patient Lips [arcane s2] by ~ftw~ Edits

vi & cait | down bad [tradução/legendado PT-BR] by Bruna Legendas

Good Things Go | Violet x Caitlyn | Arcane x Linkin Park [AMV] by NoxInvicta -AMV

Caitlyn & Vi | The Great War by Polunaire

Caitlyn and vi - English love affair by WolfBlood

Vi and Caitlyn Edit/AMV - ARCANE Season 1 & 2 - I Can't Hear It Now by Cendrine ♥

Vi and Caitlyn (Stray) Arcane by darkasthesky

Vi and Caitlyn (Its not over) Arcane by darkasthesky

Vi and Caitlyn I Colors by swiftieforevermore

What’s a Soulmate? | Vi & Caitlyn | Black Butterflies and Deja Vu Edit | Caitvi Edit [ARCANE] by tinybearyoonie

Vi & Caitlyn | Remember Me by Kawa Edits

Cait & Vi | Not My Fault by cedric

The Blue Edit | Vi & Caitlyn Edit | Caitvi Edit [ARCANE] by tinybearyoonie

Caitlyn & Vi | The Night We Met [Arcane S2] by Jordy

Vi and Caitlyn | January Rain || Arcane by Alexandra SS

i feel like i'm drowning.. • vi × caitlyn • arcane • ss for ‪@o-yama9304‬ 💜 by nova

(Arcane) Caitlyn & Vi | That's So True by MockingJamie

Caitlyn and Vi I Dress by swiftieforevermore

Fall into Me | CaitVi [Happy New Year '25] by LiveForever

VI - ARCANE // WHO DO YOU WANT? || AMV by ItzXen 禅

Vi and Caitlyn Edit/AMV - Season 1 & Season 2 ARCANE - Say It Right by Cendrine ♥

Cait & Vi | and that's when you found me by cedric

Caitlyn and vi - daylight by WolfBlood

Vi and Caitlyn - Haunted by LightWolf

Vi & Caitlyn | teeth by WickedDreams

Caitvi x Sober by lorde by Andy☆

Caitlyn & Vi | Cinnamon Girl by Kirameki

Vi & Caitlyn | All I Want by Anna's editing

Vi & Cait | Bad Things by hobbitfalva

Vi & Caitlyn| Beautiful Crime [ARCANE] by Valaki

VI ARCANE | Blood In The Cut - K.Flay by Satinabla

Caitlyn & Vi | Sacrificial by SurrenderToRandomness

Caitvi | Fifth Harmony - No Way | Traducción al Español | Arcane: League of Legends by Honguita

Vi Arcane | LOST IN THE CITADEL by Courtney

Reforget | Caitvi by Dery

[CR] That's what I want | Cait/Vi ● [SS for ‪@True-Awkwardness‬ ] by itachismaniac

King Princess - “Fantastic” (from Arcane Season 2) [Official Music Video] by Riot Games Music

Vi and Caitlyn | Tomorrow [Arcane] by N-01

Caitlyn and vi - far away by WolfBlood

Vi & Caitlyn | Crazy In Love by Hina

CaitVi | Wrong Direction by CoolMoon

Afterglow Edit | Vi & Caitlyn Edit | Caitvi Edit [ARCANE] by tinybearyoonie

Vi & Caitlyn - Headlock - Arcane Season 2 edit by Stray Mylse

Vi and Caitlyn ARCANE season 2 Arc I Edit/AMV - Headlock by Cendrine ♥

Cait and Vi | Wicked game | Arcane (+2x04-06) by Helga Tana

you're somebody else - caitlyn and vi by snailcore

vi & caitlyn | promise [arcane] by Verta

Caitlyn and Vi | IDFC (Arcane) by AmbarAna

vi x Caitlyn_ Stay high by Skulla_Sweetz

hayloft ii x caitvi (edit) by foreverwinterchill

Caitlyn & Vi | Oil and Water by HANi

Vi and Caitlyn - The Story Of Us (+Flashing Lights) by LightWolf

Vi & CAITLYN | ARCANE | ALL ABOUT US by O-Yama

arcane: vi & caitlyn scene | [edit] by Verta

VI | BITTERSUITE by goose

vi and Caitlyn - satisfied by WolfBlood

Caitlyn and vi - red by WolfBlood

Caitlyn and vi - let her go by WolfBlood

vi & caitlyn | white ferrari by cam

vi & caitlyn | Arcane | I Won't Giveup On Us by omniversee

[Arcane] Wicked Game | Caitlyn + Vi by paperhearts22

[99hook]

The Wembley Aftermath | Part Two

Synopsis: He won the ftw back and just like when he lost it, all he wants is you

Warnings: smut, but the loving kind. just a lot of sweetness all around

A/N: if you haven’t yet, you can read part one here. Still channeling the inner softer lovergirl in me so that’s exactly what this revolves around. Enjoy babesss!

They just didn’t make planes fast enough for him. He had an anxious knee bouncing the second he boarded and sat down in his seat.

It took him longer than he expected to catch a last minute flight. He should’ve been looking out the window onto the horizon but instead he just took his last steps on European soil.

He got situated and pulled out his phone, ignoring the numerous notifications filling his screen as he gave you a call.

You answered within seconds, appearing on his screen with that giddy smile he’s sure never left your face since he told you he was on his way to you.

“Hey angel ” He grinned as he adjusted the singular airpod in his ear. He tried to keep his voice to a minimum since the plane was so quiet. “I just got to my seat. Running a little late, but I’m finally on my way.”

You stopped the dishes you were doing and leaned against the counter, unable to contain that full fledged smile.

“Do you know what time you’ll be getting here?” You asked.

“Looks like I’ve got nine hours.” He sighs, “So what time is it right now?”

“Two-thirty” you nearly whine. Nine hours was far too long for you to anticipate.

“Damn that’s a big difference” he says as he glances at the screen in front of him. “It’s already night time over here.”

“I’d rather you not remind me how far away you are right now.” You tell him with a slight pout of your lower lip.

“Not for long though.” He beams back at you. “I’ll be there before you know it, little mama. Keep the door unlocked for me and try to get some sleep before I land.”

“I don’t know how you expect me to get any sleep knowing you’re gonna be here tonight” you chuckle as you lean your phone against the wall and start drying off plates.

“You’re right. Guess I’ll just have to tire you out instead.” He smirks before realizing, thanks to two people across from him shooting him a look, that he said that a little too loud.

You picked up on the crimson tinge across his cheeks and the way he immediately lowered his voice to a barely there whisper.

“People across from me just heard that. I feel weird as fuck now.” He tried to stifle the laugh he wanted to burst out by sliding his hood over his head and pulling the sides to cover his face.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his expense, especially with the way he sunk down in his seat.

“Maybe you should think twice before trying to talk dirty to me while you’re on a plane.” You tease.

“Maybe they should think twice before eavesdropping.” He counters with that infamous, knee weakening smirk he perfected.

“Is it really eavesdropping if you basically announced your plans to fuck me when you get here though?” You bantered back, playing back a little smirk of your own. “You’re never good at lowering your voice, baby. Probably the worst whisperer I’ve ever met in my life, actually.”

“Nah, you’re the one who has trouble with all that. Even burying your face in a pillow doesn’t stop the neighbors from hearing you.”

You felt your cheeks immediately burn, freezing for a second with a bashful smile.

“Well you’re right there with me.” You quirked a brow. “You don’t remember when your friend told you he heard you groaning all the way down the hall a couple days ago? His room was four doors down. No telling who heard what that night.”

He dropped his head for a split second trying to hide the smile.

“We don’t talk about that.” He tries to put on a stern face but fails. He catches the glances from the same people across from him and rolls his eyes behind the hood.

Just then, the plane finally started to take off. He was so caught up in your conversation he missed the announcement.

“Alright little mama, im officially on my way. I’m exhausted so I’m gonna try to get some sleep before I get there. You should really do the same.”

“Don’t know how that’s even possible for me but I’ll do my best.” You chuckle before grabbing the phone and holding it up.

“I’ll help you out with that if not. I’ll see you soon, gorgeous.”

“See you soon, champ.”

You got one last smile from him before he hung up, and over the course of those agonizing nine hours, you did any and everything you could to keep yourself occupied, all while he was fast asleep on the plane.

Eventually, somehow, around eight-thirty, you ended up laying down for a quick little nap. Your alarm was set for ten so you would be up when he walks through the door, but you slept right through it.

You were awoken by Tyler’s strong arms wrapping around your waist, his lips peppering gentle kisses to your neck.

“I’m back, mamas.”

His voice was groggy but he wasn’t willing to sleep. He only had one day to spend with you before he has to go home, then straight to Chicago right after and he wasn’t planning on wasting a single second.

You rolled over, your arms instinctively wrapping around him and he pulled you into his chest, holding you tightly, refusing to let go.

“Missed you so much” you muttered against his shirt, feeling his arms squeeze around you tighter.

“I missed you more” you feel his arms loosen a bit and pull back to look at him. Tired, low eyes and a relaxed smile plays on his face as he stares back at you.

You push some of the hair back out of his face and run your thumb over his cheek before leaning in and finally placing a delicate kiss to his plump lips like you’ve been wishing you could’ve done since he left for London.

That kiss that was previously so featherlight escalated into a passionate, rhythmic and breathy collision that lead to him hovering over you, his calloused yet gentle hand caressing your skin from your side to your thigh and back again.

Before he left for London the two of you had a long, wild night. One that left you with a sore throat from the high pitched moans, aching thighs and his fingerprints tatted on your skin.

He still had a few red lines patterned out on his back from your nails scratching all down it but it just served as a reminder of the memory every time he felt the sting.

Tonight, however, he wanted things to be different. He wanted to slow it down and take his time. There was no way to adequately compensate for the time you’d be apart again but he was going to do his best to try.

He may have had the most anticipation built up than he’s ever had but he didn’t want to take it all out at once. He wanted to make this moment last as long as humanly possible, which was why the kiss was so slow, the caresses were so tender.

He was savoring the flavor of you. The feeling of your smooth skin beneath his fingertips. He wanted to remember every last detail when he’s away from you again.

He could sense your pent up arousal and the eager anticipation running through you, but when you gave his hair an encouraging tug, he pulled back slightly to look down on you.

“Don’t worry, beautiful. We’ll get there. I just want to take my time with you. Show you how much I miss you every time I have to leave.”

He leaned back down and locked his hips with yours again. One hand cradled the side of your face while the other hand slowly made its way to your inner thigh, his fingertips hovering just over the trim of your panties without giving the full connection you couldn’t fight the urge for.

A soft sigh slipped past your lips, getting lost somewhere within his mouth and he had to try not to smirk at that.

You tangled your fingers up in his hair with one hand while the other one roamed all over every inch of his muscular back.

You could feel his hardness dying to be unrestricted from beneath his sweats and he was fighting for his life not to slide them off too soon.

“This is harder than I thought it would be” he manages to weakly chuckle, “guess I should’ve known by now that I can never control myself when I get you like this”

Your fluster only escalates when he rises up to his knees, his palms roaming up and down your spread thighs before his fingers hook underneath the thin strap of your panties and he slides them down your legs before tossing them elsewhere.

His licks his lips once, a gleam in his eye that you recognize all too well, but right before he goes to lower his head down, you reach out and intertwine your fingers through his hair to stop him.

“Save that for later, please baby, right now I just want you. Nothing else, just you.”

He felt his heart skip a beat but you didn’t know that. He nodded as he proceeded to slide his sweats down and found himself hovering back over you, the ends of his hair hovering against your forehead as his eyes dived deep into yours.

He held that contact as he pushed inside of you, even though his eyes threatened to roll back the second he was embraced by the tight warmth he’d been missing all too much.

You inhaled a deep breath and let out a relieved sigh as your hands instinctively reached up and your arms wrapped around the back of his neck, pulling him down to feel that intense closeness you’ve been needing.

He wrapped his arms underneath your back as he pushed in all of the way, holding still for a couple of seconds to really feel it all.

His thrusts were slow when he started moving, his lips peppering loose kisses to your shoulder as he buried his face there. He hugged you tight as he rocked into you, whispering a series of sweet nothings between every thrust.

“You feel amazing, mamas”

“Can’t believe you’re all mine”

“I don’t ever wanna go a day without doing this”

Though half of those soft spoken confessions were barely comprehensible to you with the way your heart was pounding in your ears.

He sped up slightly and leaned up, supporting his weight with his elbows digging into the mattress. He just wanted to take his time to look at you. Found himself adoring the way you moaned then smiled when he hit your sweet spot just right.

Your eyes locked with his when you were somehow able to peer them open, coming face to face with his heavy lids and furrowed brows. The puffy, parted lips tempted you and you gave in to those temptations within seconds, having no choice but to pull him down by the gold chain dangling to taste those lips again.

The second your lips connected, the thrusts slowed dramatically. He found himself so lost in the moment, as if a spell had been casted over him.

He felt your nails digging into the same places they did days ago, your thighs tightening around his waist and he knew that second what was next.

“Come on, mamas” he coaxed as his hips swirled with fluidity. “I want to feel you coming on me. You’re so fucking beautiful, feel so damn heavenly right now, you’re a goddamn goddess, and you deserve to be fucked like one every. single. night.”

He punctuated those praises with three snaps of his hips and you were absolutely done for. He wrapped his arms even tighter underneath you and buried his face back into your shoulder, keeping the thrusts strong and steady to prolong that high as much as he possibly could.

He felt it the second your orgasm powered through you. The way you throbbed around him, warmth spilling all over him. Your broken moans were the push over the edge for him when his name rolled off the tip of your tongue and by that point he couldn’t even hold back if his life depended on it.

His whole body stiffened, low groans and deep, raspy, breathy sighs filled up the room as he pushed his hips back in and out a few more times. You felt his entire body relax after that, as if he’d absolutely melted into you.

He slowly pulled out and used the very last bit of his mustered strength to hold himself up with those elbows, just to get the glimpse of afterglow on your face.

Your reddened cheeks and wildly sprawled hair was your dead giveaway. His droopy eyes and glistening skin was his.

The two of you looked at each other, both breaking out in smiles before he leaned down and placed a kiss to your lips.

He unwrapped one arm from underneath you and found your hand instead, intertwining your fingers as he slowly moved his lips with yours.

When the two of you broke apart, he rolled onto his side and pulled you into him. You traced the fresh tattoo on his chest as he absentmindedly ran his fingers through your hair, before you peeked up and caught the effortless, relaxed half smile on his face.

“Thank you” he hears you whisper, glancing down at you. “For making the time to come and see me. I know you’re so busy all the time, but the fact that you jumped on the first flight just to spend a little time with me, it means the world, Tyler.”

A softer smile replaced that previous one and he leaned down to place a gentle kiss to your forehead before he wrapped his arms tighter around you and pulled you as close as you could get.

“I’ll always make time for you, baby. You’re my number one priority no matter how busy I am with work or whatever else. If you need me, I’ll do anything I can to be right here. No matter what.”