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to teach a captain - part 2 (luffy x reader 18+ fanfic)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7

rating: 18+ explicit, minors do not interact!

tags: pwp, nsfw, smut, sexual content, masturbation, first times, self discovery, cluelessness, luffy is a curious guy, sub!luffy, dirty talk, "good boy," some praising, reader is a member of the crew, post-time skip, second-hand embarrassment, you will cringe, no use of y/n

A/n: the real spice starts now. I got carried away and wrote like 6k words for this one. Luffy, ur my goat forever. on ao3 here!

words: 6.1k

“Talk to me? About what? I find it hard to believe you would end your time out there just to talk to me.”

Without a beat, Luffy tilts his head. “You didn’t answer my question earlier, and I wanted to know why,” he says, crossing his arms.

“What?” But you didn't need to ask what he meant—you knew exactly what he was talking about—but that didn’t stop your entire body from freezing.

“You had your clothes off, making noise, and had that thing. At first, I thought you were in pain, but then when I came in, you seemed… good. I have no idea what happened.”

You swallow thickly, only looking at the deep brown of Luffy’s eyes. You feel a heavy blush form on your face as you struggle to find any words.

“I’m sorry, Luffy, but I don’t think we should talk about it,” You say. “I don’t think it’s appropriate.”

“What? That’s not fair.” Luffy whines.

“What’s not fair?”

“You were having a good time, and I want to know why. The way you talked… you looked like you were having fun.“

Your body tenses into a rigor mortis level of shock.

“You want to know what you saw?”

He nods adamantly.

“Luffy, how long were you watching?”

He shrugged it off like it was no big deal. “A while.”

You blink. Luffy definitely saw everything then. The feeling of him seeing your bare form pleasuring yourself with no guilt is enough to make your face light on fire. You cuss at yourself for not closing the door like you should’ve.

“How old are you again, Luffy?”

“Uh… 19?”

“That‘s what I thought,” You mumble, sighing so hard you groan. “If you don’t know, I can’t imagine you know other things— anything about…” a pause, “ do you know where babies come from?”

Luffy scratches his chin.

“Isn’t it a giant bird? I think Grandpa told me that once.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’d thought you would say. Okay, we both need to sit down for this one.”

You rustle some stacks of clothing off your bed onto Nami’s bed to the right of you before you sit on the edge of the sheets. Luffy plopped onto the edge beside you, kicking his feet against the bed frame.

“If this were anyone else on the Sunny, I wouldn’t need to think twice about entertaining this,” but of course, it’s Luffy. You sigh. “So, we can talk about it, but no relaying ANYTHING about this to the crew, got it? This conversation cannot get to them.”

Another shrug. “Sure, that’s fine.”

You sigh and rub your face, watching Luffy through your fingers for a moment before sliding them down and crossing your arms.

“You can ask away then.”

Luffy perks up and grins. His mind was off to the races.

“What was that noise you were making?”

How you painfully grimace at the first question tells you how much you’ll enjoy this conversation.

“Well, that’s what happens when you, uh, when people do what I was doing?” Your voice turns into a question by accident. If this was anyone else but Luffy, you would’ve tapped out here, but you know Luffy would never let you hear the end of it.

Luffy hums, reflecting on your answer.

“What were you doing?”

Yep, we are going there.

“Uh, I was making myself… feel good. It’s called masturbating, or…pleasuring oneself.” You cringe at the informative tone in your voice as you mull it over. “Like you said.”

“What were you using?”

“Using? What do you mean—” Before Luffy answers your question, you realize he meant your dildo. “Oh, it was… a tool.”

“A tool? Like, to help fight?”

“No, it’s to help me feel good. It’s called a toy.”

Luffy looks around the room.

”Do other people need that?”

“For what?”

He briefly thinks about the question, scratching his head like the words are right there.

“If they want to feel like that too.”

“Hardly,” you snort. “Guys never have it that rough; usually, hands work fine. Women may. It just depends on whether they need some extra help.”

As far as you know, you recall Nami telling the girls she gets her pleasure from men on different islands and usually her hands if we’re stuck on the sea for a while. Robin doesn’t mention her individual sex life, but you’d assume Franky takes care of her whenever she needs a pick-me-up.

”Then why do you need a toy?” Luffy asks.

”Man, Luffy…” You mumble, arms supporting you as you fall back on your bed. “This is a lot for me.”

When you look at him, his pout says it all. You pinch the bridge of your nose with the strength that could knock you out of this nightmare, yet disappointed that you’re still here.

“Okay, okay, fine. Sometimes, during these moments, it’s harder for me to reach the same… conclusion than it is for others, so I need the assistance of a toy to help me. I don’t know much about the others–that’s not really something people talk about to each other.”

Luffy perked up at your last sentence.

“Huh? The others do it, too?”

“Well, maybe. That’s not for me to know.” You say. You try to shrug it off–thinking about it too much will make you want to knock on every door you need to open on the Sunny.

“Why can’t the crew just help you next time?” Luffy asks.

Suddenly, the bed no longer offers support as you sit straight up. You didn’t need to say anything; Luffy saw your concern screaming before you could open your mouth.

“We’re nakama! I would do anything for you guys. The others feel the same.” He says with a smile. Luffy’s words make it seem like the easiest answer, practically beaming at a newfound resolve. It just makes you sink into the mattress more.

“That’s not exactly… something that requires you guys. People don’t usually help each other with this…” You stop before you explain only people who are very close can, but you know Luffy wouldn’t know how close that is unless you explain it.

“Does that mean you won’t tell me how to do it?”

“Tell you?” You ask. Luffy nods, and you only widen your eyes more. “Wait, you want me to tell you how to masturba-“ you clear your throat before finishing, “tell you how ?”

“You said it felt good, right? I wanna know how, then!”

Your captain is a nice guy, giving you a clean, optimistic smile after his words. To him, this is practically like learning a new combat skill–the way he fights for his nakama means he always wants to learn how to get stronger. You guess this is just another skill for him. To you, this obviously crosses intimate boundaries.

You sigh, “You wanna know that bad, huh?”

Luffy nods.

You gaze at Luffy, wondering how you should go about this. You know he’s a loose canon when it comes to anything in the realm of keeping things private. He couldn’t keep Mr. 0 a secret even when their lives depended on it! On top of that, Luffy is the type of guy to pester you about something he’s curious about until he finds out or flatlines. If you tell him no, he could possibly keep asking until everyone on the ship hears about it. Your mouth opens to deny him, but it’s lost on your tongue.

If explaining to him how to please himself is all it is, maybe you can rush him through the steps and have him out the door shortly after. After all, he is seriously uneducated, which may help him in the long run. For what exactly, only God knows. You’re just a girl.

“If it means you keep this all a secret.” You relent, “Promise? Like, really promise. I know you’re horrible at keeping them, but I need you to just this once.”

It makes Luffy perk up, crisscrossing his legs and resting his hands on his ankles. “Promise!” He says with a toothy grin. He’s ready to listen.

“Okay, you know your…penis-“ another cringe, “between your legs?”” You ask, gesturing to his crotch. You have to find a baseline about what he even knows in the first place.

“What, the family jewels?”

Wow, off to a great start.

“… yeah. that’s what a man has with their penis—it’s your version of genitalia—whereas women…. it’s a long story… but I'm sure you saw the difference.”

He nods again, making you groan. You realize he really did see all of your pussy this morning, not to mention in excruciating pleasure. Judging by his face, he doesn’t seem confused as to what you mean when referring to his junk. That at least helps the awkwardness of this.

“Alright, y’know how sometimes you wake up and you’re hard?”

“What do you mean hard?” Luffy blinks.

“Hard means when your dick, or penis, y’know, is hard. When you wake up like that, it’s called ‘morning wood.’” You cringe at yourself again, but less severe.

“Oooohhh, yeah, you mean when it’s hard to pee!” Luffy says.

“Yeah, that’s kinda what I’m talking ab–”

“You mean like this!” Luffy smiles, reaching for his pants. He unbuttons his shorts and pulls the hem of his boxers down.

“W-what the hell are you doing?” You squeak, scrambling around.

By the time you think to turn away, you see Luffy’s hand pop out from his shorts, followed by…

“See?”

His dick is in his hands semi-hard. It’s flush against his fingers, almost the exact same color as his skin, except for a tinge of pink that lightens the more you travel towards the tip. Your eyes bulge out.

“Woah, you’re already hard… that’s surprising.”

“Yeah, it's like this a lot.”

For some reason, his words send a strange spark in you. Of course he has working bodily functions–that makes a lot of sense–but you suppose it surprised you. At first, it seemed like Luffy was completely oblivious, his body included.

“You're very red,” He says, his other hand starts waving in your face, snapping you out of your thoughts. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, yeah I’m fine,” You say with a nervous laughter. “But you don’t just whip it out like that, man.”

“Oh, sorry, I figured I could since you’re teaching me.”

You look down at his dick still in his hand, except this time, it’s grown to what you guess is his full length. Compared to others you’ve seen in the past, his length is a little smaller. You can’t tell completely without staring it, and you don’t feel like gawking would be that nice.

“It’s fine. We can work on courtesy later, but it’s super important you know about consent. Just know you’re allowed to stop whenever you’re uncomfortable with this, or by me, alright? When you talk about—or do —topics like this, it’s important to know this if you’re overwhelmed or if you don’t like what’s happening, understand? That’s called consent. Are you okay to keep going?”

“Yeah,” He smiles, “so, what do I do now?”

You shift a little, trying to scan the room for literally any answer that would get you out of this situation without your face feeling on fire—at the very least without talking about his penis again—but you cannot find a single reality. There is nothing but the goddamn wall of the girl’s dorm looking back at you.

You hope your face isn’t red anymore, or else you’ll think you’ll die from high blood pressure.

“Okay, go ahead and put your hand on it like this.” You do a hand demonstration, lightly grasping the tips of your fingers together to form a lazy ‘O’ and gesturing for him to do the same. Luffy grips the middle of his shaft on the second attempt after floating his hand around the head.

“Then you’ll want to pump into it a few times.” You pump your hand ring into the air, one that he followed suit around his dick.

His movement is stagnant and uncoordinated, imitating your motions with a waver. His hand shakes in all different directions, making his dick shift like a goddamn joystick. But it’s enough to start stimulating himself.

Slowly, his shaft begins to grow a little more.

And more. And more. And…

…Holy shit.

“Like this?” Luffy asks.

“Y-yeah, Luffy, it’s working,” you say, slack-jawed.

If the “D” in his middle name didn't stand for “dick,” you don’t know what would.

His hand gripped around the base of his shaft is now a fraction of the entire length, whereas previously, it covered everything but the head. Maybe his dick was still flaccid when he took it out. If that’s the case, bro was packing a fucking monster this whole time??

And you realize how much you’ve been staring.

“What now?” Luffy’s voice puts you back to reality.

“Well, there's one more thing that helps.” You get up slowly, your legs trembling a bit. You shake it off and walk off to the side to reach into the confines of your drawer again. What you pull out after rustling through the clothes is the small bottle of lube, almost empty from this morning’s events. You shake the bottle back and forth before popping the top open and reaching for Luffy’s hand. Although he looks at it quizzically, he obliges to give you an outstretched palm when you reach for it. You squirt a quarter-sized amount, which slowly spreads around the surface.

You motion for him to close and open his hand, making him spread the lube to the rest of his palm and fingers. He grimaces at the sight, watching the sticky substance break apart into small strings before separating, but he still looks back at you for more directions.

“Good, okay, go ahead and do what you did earlier.”

He nods, eyes now filled with determination for a newfound purpose. With one hand toying with the fabric on his clothed thigh, the other hand encircles his girth again, now barely touching fingertips as he starts to move up and down the shaft. It doesn’t take long for the lube to spread across his length, leaving small beads that move everytime he glides over them.

“This is feels different. This feels,” He trails off, but you can tell by the fluidity in his arm that the stimulation feels better…

You’re really gawking now. You rip your eyes away and stand up from the bed.

“Well, you keep doing that until, you know… alright, I have to leave, I hope you—”

Luffy whines your name. You feel a hand grab your wrist gently, immediately removing his grasp when you turn around.

“Wait.” Luffy's eyes set on where he touched you, then back to your eyes.

“What is it?” You ask. You look down to see his dick still in his hand, stroking up and down. You swear there’s a pink tinge dusted on the apples of his cheeks.

“I need to know if I’m doing it right!”

“Yeah, Luffy, but God, you want me to watch you while you do it?” You ask.

“Is that such a big deal?” Luffy gives you puppy dog-like eyes, almost offended that you don’t want to look at him. “I thought you said you were gonna help me.” Luffy says sheepishly, lowering his eyebrows.

Obviously, it is a big deal, but he’s so innocent for his own damn good that you can’t even argue with him at this point. He really doesn’t want you to leave, but you’ve wanted to keep his privacy as a top priority. Regardless, you know your say on things won’t get you anywhere, now. You swallow a lump down your throat.

“I guess it’s not.” You sit back next to him.

His feet sit firm on the plush pink carpet, he continues.

“So?” You hear his breath hitch, seeing his lips purse a little. His voice is quiet now. “Am I… doing it right?”

“Yes, you are.” You say. “If you need to, you can also control the pressure by squeezing or loosening your grip, slowing down or speeding up your hand, too.” You do some more motions with your hand, pumping it in the air with different speeds. He nods before focusing on his hand.

He changes his pace, you see his hand lose tension around his member and go slow for a few pumps as he tests the feeling. You watch your captain languidly pump his length back and forth, before he hums his disapproval. You see his hand start to speed up now. Small veins from his hand to his arms start to peak out from the firmness of his grip.

Luffy’s breath hitches again, this time at the change of pace, brows now furrowed a little.

“Okay, how long do I go for?”

“As long as you want to, but usually, there is a good stopping point. You’re trying to cum–uh, climax, which is where it feels the best, but you’ll know when that is when your penis… well you’ll see,” you shift. You hope it’s not too long. Luffy is a guy–a beginner–, so you’ll assume he won’t last long for his first time.

You realize the words sound crude coming out of your mouth, but if you could figure it out by yourself years ago, Luffy can too with a rudimentary explanation. The whole time, Luffy focuses on your words in agog, fully digesting each part. He goes right back to pumping himself with a firm nod.

“That means I’m doing it right?” He asks.

“Yes, Luffy, youre doing it right.”

“Okay.”

You’re limited in what you should say at this point. His vest is unbuttoned, revealing a chest that heaves after each firm thrust of his arm. He’s starting to throw his head back slovenly, the lids of his eyes lowering until they shut tight together. You don’t think you can look at his face anymore. At least without having a deep pool collect in your stomach. This is purely for Luffy and his educational purposes, after all. It’s stupid of you to feel anything more than that.

Your eyes nail to the wall, the very same place you chucked the bottle of lube at when Luffy first found you, trying to stifle the urge to stare. It’s futile, however, all you can hear is the small shallow huffs from the side of you. Luffy notices your sudden disassociation, however.

“You can keep looking.” He says quietly.

“R-right.”

You look down at his hand, which moved from the shorts on his thigh to the mess of the sheets between you two. There are the veins on his skin you only see when he’s fighting, popping out from his forearms to the back of his hand.

One particular pump makes him whimper loudly, whipping his head back more and parting his lips. Then another, one that makes the whiny groan in his throat linger in the air, until his legs dart wider apart, clacking his knee against yours. The quick force of it makes you jump in your skin, letting out a squeak that snaps his head forward. His brown eyes search for you, darting between you irises with low lids.

Something strange has been setting you off.

With you specifically. You squirm in your place on the bed, only a few inches from your captain jacking himself off, feeling his pleasure so well, so vocally , and now looking at you with the eyes he has after being starved and seeing a feast. Dark, enticing, needy hues, but this time, so aroused . The musk from his body is so—

“Hey,” Luffy calls out your name again. His voice has a waver in it now, a sound not lost on you, and one that is dripping more with the feeling of desire, of lust , that you certainly detect. The entire time you’ve known Luffy, you’ve never heard his voice have such a neediness in it. You never would’ve guessed it was possible. Your thighs shift together subconsciously, creating some space between your once-grazing legs.

“Am I doing it good?” He whines again. Its so breathless, so lovely. That voice so coaxed with fervor. Each word lingers a little bit more in the air the more he speaks, making your face hot and body hotter.

“Yes. Yes Luffy, you are.” You whisper. “Do you feel good?” A small sound comes out of Luffy’s mouth after your words come out. It’s almost like a hiccup, one that erupt throughout his body as his hips jut forward.

“I, think so,” He says, he looks all over your body, “Yeah, I do feel good.”

Your breath hitches. There’s a pause that feels like hours have replaced seconds.

“I feel good when you say that,” Luffy whines. “I think.”

Your chest swells as you look into his eyes. You see they’re staring right back at your face, looking at each individual feature like it’s the first time he’s seen you. Like, really seeing you.

“What do you mean, Luffy?”

“When you tell me I'm doing a good job. Hahh ,” Luffy moans. You see his eyes dart to your lips which you didn’t realize until now that your biting between your teeth. “Am I still doing it?”

“Yes, Luffy, so, so good.”

Is it wrong for you to enjoy seeing this? His hand palms the sheets more, head whipped back again from firm, languid pumps to his dick, and he’s whining from it now. He sounds so desperate for release, so welcoming for every tinge of pleasure he receives from himself that builds up more towards an awaited ecstasy.

His head lazily tilts towards you, his eyes open and on you, drinking up the very essence of you.

It almost feels like you’re naked.

“Please...” He mewls out, which commands your attention from whatever haze it’s in.

“‘Please’ what, Luffy?” Your voice is a thin veil of what it was prior, with an airy breath that crashes with the impermeable heat radiating from his body.

“I don’t- mmph!-“ Another delectable whine escapes his lips. He continues, “I don’t know, just–ahh, please – “

The hand previously entangled in the sheets finds purchase on your shoulder, his needy fist grasping the strap of your tank top. The abrupt move causes your stance to falter due to his inadvertently tugging you down closer. Your eyes are level now, with your noses just a hair from touching. Your hands land on his thighs, and Luffy’s pace falters while his breath hitches at your touch.

Luffy stares at you, and your senses are overwhelmed; His brown eyes seem to swallow your closest features, the hot breaths and hiccups that escape his mouth ghost upon your lips, and the downright filthy sounds his lubed hand makes against his cock have you reeling. He never takes his eyes off of you, even as his expression shifts to desperation and his whines evolve into needy whimpers.

“Tell me… mngh that I’m doing good, I’m still doing good, yeah?” You notice his fingers flex in the grasp he has on you. For a brief moment, you wonder how it would feel to have even one of those thick fingers inside of you.

“You’re doing…so good. You’re so good at touching yourself, Luffy… good boy .” The rational part of your mind is shocked at the words coming out of your mouth, but the way Luffy’s leg twitches and breath wavers at the sound of praise from your lips silences any rationality you may be harboring.

Almost under his breath, he murmurs out a reply whilst his gaze flicks from your eyes to your lips; “Yeah, I’m..” he begins, “...your good–“

Before you can even muster a reply, He whimpers in a voice you never heard, your name wavering on his tongue, instantly stealing your attention and giving you a bellowing heartbeat.

“I feel something.” He says, letting his words faded out with a breathless huff. “Something new , hahh, I don’t…”

“Yeah, I–I know that.”

“What do I… do I do?” His lids are low when he looks at you, pleading for an answer in the colors of your eyes. Your chest feels tight from his small voice, encompassed by a lit flame inside that compels you to speak.

“If you want, please keep going.” You breathe, a horribly devious idea coming to your head. It’s a want to push him further to the edge. “You’re doing so good, Luffy.”

“ Mmmh. ”

You don’t know what’s worse: In the beginning, when Luffy revealed to you and only you his desire when watching you touch yourself, or hear his lustful whines and moans that only elevate because of you. Your voice being the thing your strong captain, with a bounty of countless berries, needs right now. His pleas and wants make you want to see the end of this.

Luffy pants more now, loosened hair clinging to his forehead, tongue peaking out to moisten his lips as his eyes start to squeeze shut. His pace is faster now as he groans in delight, quickly learning a pace and intensity that he needs . It’s an instinct of his he never knew, a yearning programmed in his brain that compels him to stroke his length faster, it’s a yearning you share as you watch thick beads of precum drip out.

It was extremely enticing. His plush lips once encased in smiles now slackjaws in stuttering breaths. His chest is heaving in a way you’ve never seen in his fights—whereas his chest hollows out in deep, robust pillars of breath during a battle, it’s now unsure, uncertain, but so daring to steal another fading breath.

Watching your captain build this unsteady breathing tempo, the way his arm juts around as his eyes languidly blink, and most of all, the way his hand grips and pumps onto himself. You can see from his jutting hips and louder huffs that he’s close, and you can practically see his way to climax. But you know something is very off.

As his arm starts to shake a little more each time, just as Luffy mewls his loudest, starting to hitch his breath, starting to garble unintelligible things, closer and closer to a sweet release. Suddenly, he releases the grip from your shoulder, fingers unclench as it wavers, flinching up and down in the air. In an instant, he grabs onto your plush thigh with such strength you do more than flinch. You moan loud. Luffy doesn’t notice your voice, though; he’s too preoccupied with the fireworks that are going off in his head.

That’s when you register what’s wrong.

You hear knocks on the deck above you. It’s footsteps of people.

It’s the crew.

Your uneven breathing once aroused and whining from Luffy is now panicked in fear. You look to him; he’s so close now you can see his lids flutter.

There’s no way they won't hear him. You huff against him, seeing him teeter, hand gripping on you, moving closer and closer to your crotch. You decide to do something you didn’t think twice about until you moved in towards Luffy.

“ I, I’m …— mmf! ” Luffy pants, but is swiftly cut off by you. Your lips bury themselves against his, so rugged and rough that Luffy’s eyes widen against it. Your hand latches on to the side of his head, intertwining the fingers with his black hair as you push into him. You feel his whole body jolt, going so stiff except for his rapidly moving arm until it suddenly stops.

Luffy moans against your lips, pushing against you so hard you feel the vibration of his vocal chords. His lids lower, eyes unfocused as he starts to helplessly whimper into your mouth.

You feel small, warm ropes of liquid sputter onto your arm, your shirt, reaching all the way to his neck as he whines again and again. All tries to moan his orgasm are stiffle by your mouth against his, the sounds muffling enough that you know they won’t hear.

You move you lips away, seeing a small string of saliva before it quickly breaks, and you realize how fast you need to act before the crew comes.

When his moans are replaced with breathy huffs, and his hands lay comatose at his sides. You spring into action. Your shirt is already covered in ropes of cum, so it’s the first thing you decide to change. You rip off your shirt, revealing your chest to Luffy right next to you. You cover your hand with the fabric and wipe down the cum on your arm in one fluid motion. You rub the stain off of your neck. Luffy’s body follows suit. A frantic apology leaves your lips as you clean his chest, arm, and hand with your shirt. You toss it, immediately grabbing for a clean shirt from the neglected pile of laundry. Once its shimmied on, you whip to Luffy, another apology as you lift the hem of his boxers, trapping his half-hard member inside before hiking his boxers and shorts back up, buttoning and zipping up the fly with speed that Luffy doesn’t say anything.

In Luffy’s daze, you rush him out of the girls’ room to the hallway. You straighten his back out, make sure all of his clothes are straight on him, and try to act as normal as possible. Normal like you didn’t just teach your captain how to jack off. Or kiss him.

Almost on cue, some of the crew appear into the hall. Smiling when they see you and Luffy. All except Ussop, who immediately clamors to Luffy as soon as he registers him.

“You!” Ussop points to him, stomping over to Luffy with a vengeance. “Where the hell were you? I was looking for you everywhere, man!”

Luffy just looks at him, partially confused, partially still in a post-nut delirium.

Ussop is hammering into him something, you honestly aren’t paying attention, as you see the other crewmates walk down. The girls come next, both carrying comically large numbers of shopping bags. Sanji is following them, practically hovering behind them as he asks them about their time. You see a patch of moss-colored hair and some bones too, they wave their salutations before heading to different areas of the ship.

You smile and wave back at everyone, putting on a curt smile.

“So? That doesn’t give you an excuse to ot say anything before you leave. Jeez, what am I gonna do with you.”

Luffy manages to shrug, the larger half of his indifference showing towards Ussop, but you are at least relieved to see he’s starting to use some braincells. Ussop starts to sniff in the air when he catches a whiff of something. He steps towards Luffy.

“Ew, Luffy, you reek like…” Ussop stops, pauses for a second to look at you. You’re only a few feet away from them, but with his puzzled glance it feels like your seeing things through a wide lens. His attention immediately jumps back to Luffy when he breathes in, wrinkling his nose a little as Luffy tries to step back. Ussop doesn’t let him, gripping the front of his shirt. “Dude, you need to take a bath anyway. It’s been way too long.”

“What? No way? I hate that tub, I get all weak and stuff!” Luffy groans. For his last attempt, he pries each finger off of his vest, but Ussop turns to him and jerks both of his hands around the nape of his collar.

“You’re going now!” Ussop shouts, walking away and hauling Luffy with him.

“Nooo. Help me! AHHHH!” Luffy screams, kicking his legs against the floorboards as his hands scramble at his collar. With no luck, Ussop drags him down the hall with immense irritation. It’s honestly surprising how well Ussop can manhandle the captain. They disappears around the corner of the hallway, but not without Ussop giving you a glance and following. The eye he gives you sends a chill down your spine. Does he know what happened?

Oh God.

You attention is immediately stolen as a mop of blonde hair whisks you around to face his figure. The cook takes your hands in his so gently.

“Ah, mademoiselle, I hope you’re doing alright.” Sanji kisses your hand. “Was it alright being on the ship by yourself?”

“Yeah! Um, it was, uh… things were okay, I guess.” You spit out. In your mind, you curse yourself for sounding so obviously not okay, but it doesn’t seem like Sanji notices.

“Ahh, if only I hadn’t promised Luffy to take him to that restaurant, I would’ve spent it with you.” He cooes. “That idiot captain barely stayed with us before he disappeared to wherever God knows. I wasted my time instead of pampering a delicate lady.”

So he really did sneak away. was it really all because of you?

“Oh, I see, maybe next time.” You plaster on a not-so-convincing smile, but it was just enough for Sanji, as he let go off you and instantly ran towards Nami, who was walking towards you too.

It seems that Sanji had flailed his arms wide open to try and embrace Nami before he was promptly shut down by Nami’s right hook. He falls head first on the floor.

“Hey girl!” Nami says, entirely ignoring Sanji’s limp body as she steps over him, as ruthless as ever. “I got you some things.” She smiles, rustling through her loads of bags in hand.

A humongous gift bag with pretty tissue paper poking out of the edges is put in your hands, you look at her quizzically.

“Thanks, Nami! But what’s with the fancy bag?” You ask. When you take it, your arm almost gives out from the sheer weight of the contents. What the hell is in here? You think.

“Just a little something I think you should have,” she wries. Nami has one of those grins on; the one where you know she’s up to mischief. “Tell me how you like them,” She says before scampering off, almost stepping on Sanji’s twitching body in the process.

Robin comes up behind you and giggles. “She said you need a wardrobe change soon when we start shopping. I couldn’t stop her.” She smiles, now hold up a small bag of her own from a slew of other ones she had. “Here, take this.”

“Aw thanks!”

“No problem, it’s just what you asked for, by the way.” She winks, before also walking around you.

You hear the hinges creak behind you, meaning she’s opening the door to the girls’ dorm. Robin’s footsteps stop, making your heart drop to the goddamn floor.

“You seemed to be busy in here.”

You turn around, remembering the state you left the room in. The girls’ clothes that were once neatly stacked on your bed are either knocked over, greatly disheveled or both. Robin looks back at you with minor confusion.

“Oh!” Your voice cracks as you shimmy past her figure in the doorway, rushing back to the bedside. “About that. The ship was… rocky earlier.”

“At dock?” She asks with her usual soft smile, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, um. I’ll fix it up, sorry for the mess.” You look down at the edge of the sheets, now noticing the small beads of bodily fluids from earlier. You quickly fold over the wrinkles formed on the sheet to cover it up. Robin’s on the other side of the room at this point, setting down the bags and sorting through them.

“I don’t mind it at all. Just make sure Nami doesn’t see her clothes on the floor. I don’t think I can help you there.” Robin giggles.

You look between you and Nami’s bed, seeing a pile of her baby tees toppled off the bed and lay unfolded on the floor. You yank it back onto the bed immediately.

“Right.” You say. Jesus, how much sweat is on your face at this point. From how wildly embarrassed you’ve reacted, she must think something is up.

Thankfully, Robin seems to have not noticed, or at least dropped the subject. She’s now in the corner of the room. Taking the things out her and Nami’s bags and hanging them up on the closet while she hums a soft tune.

“Cute shirt, too.” Robin softly says.

In horror, you look down, realizing the shirt you threw on was Robin’s old Galley-La shirt.

“Thanks.” You stammer.

Robin is almost a decade older than you. She’s in a relationship, and you hoping to God she doesn’t realize what you’ve been up to. Ussop’s questioning glance towards you tells you they both noticed something. Your heartbeat was frantic now.

You excuse yourself as you slip yourself out of the girls’ room, frantically scurrying to the deck. You need some fresh air. Now.

At the deck's side railing, your feet brush on top of the soft bed of grass of the Sunny. You watch the waves brush up against the hull, gently lapping up against the wood before dispersing into the air. Tashini's shoreline is only a few yards away, greeting each ebb and flow of seawater.

You take a deep breath of the night air, releasing it with a languid sigh. Your hands have stopped shaking at least, but a feeling of morose still creeps into the back of your mind. Your heart beats at a regular tempo but with an echo that confuses you. You take a deep breath again.

You should probably change out of Robin's shirt now.

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threeacttragedy · 2 days ago

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Entry 5 – The One About the Distorted Phone Screen that Sent Half the Fandom into the Ocean

I had no intention of writing about last week’s phone screen debacle, mainly because I found it obnoxious and a smidge infuriating. Not because I believed Jake to be on the phone screen but because people were SO QUICK TO BELIEVE it was Jake on the phone screen.

Honestly, I didn’t even need to see the “cleaned up” version of the picture because I would have sworn then – and would still swear now – it was Luke on the screen. White guy, dark hair, left hand touching his face (or, as it’s been suggested, removing sunglasses), signaling to me that the person in the photograph was left hand dominant. Add that in with all the information Luke and Nicola have laid out before us over the past three months (and, honestly, probably even before that) and there is no other answer: it’s Luke. The end, right? Nope, not even close. Like I mentioned in yesterday’s blog, we’re not allowed to have nice things.

The image comes from a video of Golda giving Nicola her WOTY award. People started taking screen grabs and dropping it into apps that claimed to clean up blurry images.

*Fun fact – I did this once to the picture of Nicola on the boat in Malta. I used three separate apps, in fact, and each time I got this frightening image of Nicola back. Do you remember the scene in Shrek where he picked up a frog and blew it into a balloon for Fiona? The frog’s eyes protruded out and his face was all puckered. That’s what I got back from these apps – a bulging-eyed monstrosity that looked nothing like Nicola. It was froggin’ weird (my Colin-Dad joke of the day), especially since, in the original image, you couldn’t even see her eyes as she appeared to be looking down at her phone.

Okay, back to what I was blabbing about…

People started adjusting the lighting on the screen grab of Nicola’s phone to extreme levels. And, there were even rumors flying around that people had superimposed Jake’s face on to the image and sent it out into the black abyss that is social media. I think I saw six different versions of the image within the first four hours of it dropping on X.

But, guess what, each time, I still saw Luke. Well, I take that back. One time, I swear I saw Johnny Bailey, which, if that had been true, I would have given Nicola a huge round of applause for being so hilariously catty about it all.

My advice, if you want to see the picture, pull it yourself. Go to YouTube, take a screen grab of it, and figure it out on your own. Do not put it through an app and don’t play with the lighting so much that it distorts the image. You may have noticed that I did not repost any of those images here. That was intentional. Form your own opinion about it.

Now that we have that out of the way – the part about me believing it was Luke on the phone screen and me suggesting you form your own opinion about it – I’ll move on to why I decided to write about this topic today.

It was because Luke did something yesterday that piqued my interest.

It wasn’t anything necessarily out of the ordinary. But, it also kind of was.

Simone Ashley posted to her grid yesterday a series of photographs. There’s nothing special here; she’s a beautiful woman putting her lovely image out into this world. It was the last picture in this slide deck that left me intrigued, though. It’s a picture of Simone – but, at the bottom left of the image, is a damn phone screen. Initially, I was a little confused by the image on the phone screen because it appeared to be Simone’s hands but also not Simone’s hands. What it was, is that the angle of the phone made the angle in which the image was depicted slightly different. Why not crop that phone out of it? Or, use a different image? Okay, whatever. I’m not sure I would have thought much of it – except Luke liked the post.

Why would this activate my little grey cells? Because it’s the first post of Simone’s in over a year that he has liked without Nicola also liking it. All throughout 2024, Luke has only liked the posts also liked by Nicola. Now, Nicola could very easily come back and like this post today or tomorrow or a week from now. She does like Simone’s posts frequently and, by Simone’s own words, Nicola and Simone are close. But, remember what I mentioned the other day. It’s the little changes that make people start giving the side eye. When taken collectively, Simone’s post, Luke’s like on the post, and the recent phone screen debacle seem, well, fucking connected in a damn funny way.

Kinda? Maybe?

I swear, I’m becoming one of those people who now plays Six Degrees to Lukola. What have I become?!

But, hey, let’s keep playing this game because, you have to admit, it IS kind of fun to speculate.

On November 10, Netflix UK dropped a post to its grid captioned “ME AND WHO???? [red heart]” The first slide in the deck is of Colin and Penelope’s wedding kiss – the one where Luke had his eyes open – and there is a red heart drawn between their chests (awe, their hearts). The remaining seven slides also include kissing couples but the red heart is drawn around their heads. The Luke and Nicola (like how I used Luke and Nicola, not Colin and Penelope this time?) picture stands out in this deck. It’s the first slide and the red heart is different than the others. And, what about that caption: “ME AND WHO????” Well, it's definitely NOT Nicola and Jake.

Is it a bit too far down the Delulu Rabbit Hole to believe Netflix would be in on a dig about “Who’s on Nicola’s phone screen?”

Perhaps.

But, remember this is also the same parent company that dropped “Nicola and Luke’s Cutest Moments” on August 28 (via Bridgerton Netflix IG), right smack dab in the middle of the Jake Festival Pap Disaster. Do you remember that? The fandom was bouncing all over the place. New festival pictures of Nicola and Jake had dropped the day before. Shondaland had also dropped a “Friends to Lovers” story that seemed oddly like Luke and Nicola. Melissa Dezarate dropped old Luke and Nicola pictures on her IG stories. Then, on August 28, Bridgerton Netflix dropped its “Cutest Moments,” and Melissa Dezarate shared more Luke and Nicola pictures on her IG stories. The “Cutest Moments,” pretty much entirely on its own (the rest was just extra frosting), turned our day right side up again. I salute you, Netflix.

Are we burrowing deeper into the Rabbit Hole? Meh. Let’s keep going.

Also on November 10, we had Dougie posting a mirror / elevator selfie to his grid with the caption, “I know it’s out of focus don’t tell me that.” Maybe he means something, maybe he doesn’t. Any ways, Jake liked this post. Now, I will admit, in the beginning of this Jake Side Story Extravaganza, I wasn’t keen on Dougie. He seemed aggressive on X – especially after those New York pap pictures dropped – but then I realized that his annoyance might be due to the narratives being spread about Jake, i.e., that he was being “hard launched” with Nicola. Recall that within a few hours of the Jake London Pap Disaster, Dougie posted to his stories an image of Jake looking at his phone with the “Mike/Sully Face Swap” meme superimposed over Jake’s face. If you research what this meme means, you’ll find that it is similar to a face-palm reaction or used for “overly ironic situations that leave you confused and perplexed.” Kind of funny, right? You’re welcome to take Dougie however you please, but over the past few weeks, I’ve become rather fond of him. He seems like a mischievous bloke, which is right up my alley.

I always have this feeling that the USS Lukola is surrounded by people who, after the ship hits a rogue wave, help to steer it back on course. The “people” come in the form of Nicola and Luke; cast, crew and friends; interviewers with their old edited-out snippets; and Netflix & Co. I’m sure I’m failing to name someone.

I shall wrap this post up with a quote from Jonathan Van Ness – who, by the way, is one of the most entertainingly funny and intelligent humans to watch. Earlier this week, JVN posted to his IG stories and Tiktok about “bobs.” With JVN, I never really know if he is being serious with what he puts out there or if we’re expected to read between the lines. Regardless, his comment was impactful to me:

“All this shit is just someone on Tiktok decided this was going to be the new name and tried to make that a trend. And that’s cool and that’s great and I love that. I just don’t want y’all getting confused. You know what I’m saying? This is just another variation of a bob.”

Take that as you please.

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arcanarix · 2 days ago

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Make That Double, Ch10 - Yan!SatoSugu X Fem!Reader [AO3]

❥ Word Count: ~7.8K

❥ Warnings: non-con, rimming (m. receiving btwn stsg), double piv penetration, lactation kink (w/ geto), mommy kink (w/ geto), fingering (f. receiving), cunnilingus, pussy slapping

❥ Summary: Double the trouble, or double the fun? Difficult to say when you're unfortunately roped into the affairs of two powerful shamans who can't leave each other alone, either.

Lately, activity has picked up quite a bit for Geto and his goons. He’s had to be absent for longer stretches of time, which gives you more time to plot. You do have the incantation and the instructions memorized by heart that Miguel has given you, and during times which he remains behind, he has coached you through a bit of the technique he’s embedded into your necklace, which is actually something called a cursed tool.

Much of this world is still unknown to you, even with the briefings Miguel has been kind enough to give you—hopefully without any of Geto’s curse spirits monitoring, but according to Miguel, most of the time they’ve had a green light on all of this.

“Initially, Geto instructed me to make it so that when you wear that necklace, it binds him to you,” he explains to you one day when Geto had been out of the city to take care of some urgent matters that you don’t care to know the details about. “It also grants you the ability to see curses, but I’d imagine he hasn’t released any around you since he hasn’t felt the need to…”

You interject, “No, actually. I… I tried to pull some things before and I saw some barely there blobs trying to prevent me from trying anything. So yeah, while my perception of curse spirits aren’t strong, I know that they’re around me all the time. Geto must keep some around to make sure I’m not up to anything that might hurt me. Before you ask, I don’t sense or feel any around me now but I figure you already picked up on that.”

Miguel doesn’t need you to elaborate, thankfully. He grunts in response, adjusting his scarf.

“Trust me, you’re not going to be stuck here for much longer. Not going to even lie to you, I’m pretty worried about Geto. Since the last family meeting, he’s been a bit…”

“A bit what?” you ask, furrowing your brows as you beckon him to specify.

“…out of character, I suppose. Have you noticed him moving differently at all?” Miguel crosses his arms over his broad chest and stares you down, waiting for a direct answer.

You think hard for a moment. Sure, he’s been a lot more hands off especially lately. He has lasted way longer than he had before. He keeps his promise of Satoru not touching you, and instead they remain focused on each other, and you’re allowed to mind your own business unless Geto requests for you to try something—gently, actually. Surprisingly gently. He doesn’t seem angry or disappointed when you refuse anything you’re not ready for, and he doesn’t even try to manipulate or charm you into it like he had in the beginning.

“…Actually yes, but I didn’t think too much of it. Just thought it was another way for him to try to get his way with me.”

Miguel draws out a sigh. “Well, there you go. Geto’s a principled guy. He doesn’t shift his gears at the drop of a hat, so either he’s thrown in the towel or something else is going on that even I can’t understand.”

What the literal fuck does that mean?

“That doesn’t…I’m sorry. I don’t think I get it. He’s still…you know. Himself.”

“You sure about that?” Miguel challenges, dark eyes boring into yours, almost like he’s piercing through your very soul. “Because had I not known any better, he gave himself up the minute he let you into his life. Of course I could be wrong.”

You chew on your lower lip, considering.

“What makes you so certain I shouldn’t take this, his motivations, at face value?”

“It’s like I told you, Miss …. He’s a principled guy. The minute he let you into his life is the minute he realized the inevitable.”

Oh whoop dee doo. More cryptic bullshit. Should you pry anymore?

“I see,” you reply, shifting in your spot. “Thank you, Miguel. For everything. I just hope that I can pull this off.”

“The chances of things working out for ya are slim, Miss …, but not zero.”

Geto seems a little distracted by something as he shuffles around the bedroom, preparing a change of clothes for the night. Perhaps it has something to do with what you overheard in a meeting you aren’t supposed to be around for and had it not been Miguel who caught you eavesdropping you likely would have been reprimanded or punished or something else right now.

But Geto doesn’t appear suspicious of you even now. You remain seated on the bed, completely bare. You feel comforted by the silk sheets against your skin as you clutch it tight toward your body. You slowly breathe out, trying to relax your nerves as much as you can around him.

You jump in your spot as he stands at the foot of the bed before kneeling to you. He’s disrobed, tied his long, luscious locks into that tight bun. He looks shockingly unthreatening, but you know better.

“I fear things may become a bit…messier in these next two or so years,” he sighs, and even you can see something must be weighing on his shoulders—what is his plan with the Night Parade? Does it matter? "I’m not sure how much longer there’s going to be.”

He joins you on the bed, and you shift in your spot, supporting your back against the headboard as you cast him a curious look. He leans into you, resting his head into the crook of your neck, breathing deeply, willing himself to relax. You grunt a bit from the added weight. He may appear skinny but he does maintain quite a bit of muscle and it’s evident in when he carries you.

“I need you,” Geto murmurs into your skin. His arms cage around the dip of your waist and you squeeze your eyes shut, biting back a sigh. God, you’re so fucking tired of this bullshit. No one’s meant to live like this, and he expects you to smile and fucking bear it.

You know, you’ve just gotten used to the idea that Geto isn’t initiating much intimacy anymore. All in an effort for you to warm up to the idea of a future with him and with the twins. But it’s not working for you, and he realizes that maybe his efforts are in vain and it all means he can still take advantage of you. While you have accumulated quite a number of small wins, you know they aren’t going to last forever. They’re fleeting, at best.

“What is it that you need, darling? Use your words.” Gods every time this feels so gross yet you don’t really have a say in that, don’t you? Even if Geto has given you a little more room for some illusion of agency you know not to let it get to your head. You snap off your bra and push out your breasts, presenting one of your stiff nipples to him.

“I need you,” he repeats, practically panting at the sight, running his tongue over his lips a few times.

Geto’s mouth hangs open a bit, his cheeks flushed, he’s been craving this for some time and you can tell. He’s kept his hands off for far longer than before, and maybe with the recent developments that you only inadvertently hear about (and by extension don’t confront Geto over because you learned your lesson the last time), you don’t protest and are a bit more receptive to what he wants. Relationships are give and take… even if he does basically all of the ‘taking’ in this particular brand of it.

His lips latch onto your bud, and you already feel the milk rushing out of your tit and spilling into his waiting tongue. He groans in delight as your sweet milk tickles his taste buds in the best way and one of his hands moves to fondle your unoccupied tit, his finger flicking the other bud to stiffness and pinching it playfully, making you inhale sharply. He laughs at your reaction; the dietary plan he’s put you on isn’t all that restrictive but he has mentioned the particular ingredients like fennel seeds, for instance, aids in producing more milk. The meds further stimulate the production and you’re more than certain some of the formula for all of this may have been imbued with that ‘cursed energy’ you hear and Gojo babble on to with each other on more than one occasion.

The glorbs every time he sucks up your milk like a suction are so audible and fucking disgusting each time. But he wants to be taken care of, that’s fine. You can do that. More like you have to do that. Your fingers scratch at his scalp, and he purrs, seeming to like that. He nips at your nipple in response and you whimper from the sharp contact. His tongue laves around the sensitive skin, and you moan low, not realizing how flushed and debauched you are yourself.

“Sugu…ru…” your voice is a bit strained but he hums in response, playfully flicking the tip of his tongue against the bud he just finished feeding off of before his mouth latched onto the other nipple. He takes both his hands and squeezes the large mounds of squishy flesh and you wriggle beneath the weight of his body. He growls like it’s a warning, sucking harder on your nipple like he needs it to survive and it might not be too far off the mark considering the recent developments. You feel something wet pooling in your groin and you know the sheets must be lightly damp by now and you aren’t ashamed of it anymore, more like on the path to true acceptance. Because it’s not going to be much longer. You’re so certain of it; soon you’re going to be free of this humiliation, and Geto can die alone and pathetic like he’s been destined to.

Your fingers dig tightly into the sheets when Geto sucks a bit harder, his wet muscle flicking off the droplets of milk that have gone astray. His lips trail between your plump mounds, feathery light but worshipping every bit of skin they touch. He stops, nips at your soft skin before lapping his tongue against the sore spot, leaving a few more marks behind. He trails down your stomach, peppering soft kisses there.

“Mamma,” his voice rumbles like a lion’s roar. “You’re so perfect for me.”

“I’m happy I make you happy, darling,” you manage to say, clamping your hand over your mouth to conceal an embarrassed shriek when you feel his tongue twist between your folds. Your body shivers and you feel a little dazed. At this point Geto knows how to make you feel good, knows how to make this not all that awful and you hate that so much. You hate that someone you loathe with everything you have has this kind of power over you.

“You make me feel the most alive I’ve ever felt,” he mumbles as his tongue laves around your sensitive core, the tip flicking against your stiff clit. “I want you to marry me.”

You don’t want to. You don’t, yet you know that even if you do, you still have a shot at getting the fuck out of there. Should you just… give in for now? Let him have another win?

Is it going to make a difference in the end? Even you admit you have your doubts. When Miguel explains the technique he’s used on your insignia, he says that there is still a chance for it to fail. In fact that there’s a higher chance for it to fail than succeed which is why you need to use it wisely. Maybe on another occasion when Geto fucks off with Gojo for a while.

A chance for it to fail doesn’t mean your success rate is completely 0. Just remember that.

“But Suguru…” you start to protest, but he cuts you off by shushing you harshly.

“Marry me and make this blasted world worth living in again,” he interjects while sucking on your folds, and your legs tremble, instinctively tightening around his shoulders. His hands rest against your fleshy thighs, massaging you gently. The wet noises from your pussy seem to echo in the bedroom, and your cheeks dust pink from more embarrassment. Even if you don’t have any potential witnesses this is so humiliating.

“But… Suguru, I…m not… ready…” you babble, you try to play up your role, but a response is a harsh slap on your pussy, making you weep a little. “Please, I just…”

Geto hushes you while twirling his tongue around your stiff clit, before closing his lips around it and sucking hard. Your heart is pounding so hard you feel like it’s going to burst out of your chest. Your body is clammy and sweaty and more heat pools in your groin and stomach.

“You,” he grunts, dragging his tongue down your spongy skin. “Are the only reason for me to tolerate a life like this. So marry me, Mamma.”

No.

He spits onto your pussy and dips his tongue into your hole, his eyes rolling upward to enjoy your debauched state.

“It’s not a request,” he growls low between lapping his tongue up and down your pussy. You feel like you’re floating in air; you hate that he knows how to make your body feel all kinds of euphoria when in reality you feel anything but around him. Your breathing is already labored and ragged, and that self-assured smirk on his face makes your face go red from both fury and arousal.

“Suguru…!” you shout, tightening your legs around his neck.

You see stars behind your eyes when you come, the sensation practically dizzying and you’re glad you’re grounded by the bed. Geto reacts with a string of dark chuckles, so condescending, so maddening. Your eyes peer up to meet his, piercing, twinkling from triumph.

He grins down at you, his hands still ok the fleshy parts of your thighs as he presses affectionate kisses between them. Your brain might short circuit and definitely not for the reasons Geto hopes.

He drags you down until you’re at his level, his body tenting over yours like a shield from the world. Like he wants to protect you from the horrors of it, but doesn’t he understand that all the horrors you have faced at all are all because of him?

He hasn’t even broken a sweat himself, leaning in to press his forehead against yours, syncing his breathing with yours. You try to appreciate the stillness of the moment before he decides you don’t deserve any time to breathe, but he seems pushy about the marriage bit.

His hands on your thighs adjust them so they hook around his hips. You whimper. You know what comes next.

“Marry me,” he murmurs again as his lips ghost over yours. “Please.”

No.

“Okay,” you reply weakly, squeezing your eyes shut as his lips finally meet yours, ravishing them. You don’t really kiss back but your mind drifts off to when you desired being kissed passionately like this, with someone you genuinely love and who genuinely loves you. Maybe Geto believes he’s in love with you, but it can’t be true.

“I love you,” he drawls against your lips, pulling away for a moment to slip on a condom.

Maybe he believes that he loves you. It’s fine if he does but you know you never will. His lips find the crook of your neck as his cock breaches your hole, and your throat tightens as you fight back another whine.

“No,” he commands with a yell, nipping against yours jaw. “Let me hear you, Mamma.”

“Suguru…” you reply in a weaker tone, and he growls in disapproval, sharply bucking his hips. His whole body is coated in sweat and some of his hair clings to his forehead and around his cheeks. Even in this state, he looks something akin to a powerful deity.

“Suguru!” you cry, arching your back into the mattress.

“Better,” he purrs into your skin, before licking along your neck and throat. “I want to hear more of your lovely sounds. We must commemorate today. You’re mine for the rest of our lives.”

No. You aren’t. You never will be.

“Suguru, please, I—!” You’re cut off with a kiss; he refuses to hear another word out of you now (unless it’s a preferred response). His tongue twirls around yours as each languid, smooth roll of his hips slides his length just a bit deeper inside. You feel the tip of his cock brush against it and you whine into his lips, hands sliding down his sides which makes him the one shuddering all over now.

It’s over before you know it; your walls clenching around his length and he keeps pumping inside you without stopping for a breath. His lips remain locked on yours; your fingers sink into his muscled skin and you swear your body might give out but he refuses to let up the erratic pace.

He pulls away just slightly, purring into your mouth.

“You are perfect for me, Mamma.”

You wish you could agree. But you do admit, from your focal point, the way his hair falls over his face and perfectly frames his sharp features makes him look like something from the Heavens. The way his eyes soften looking down at you, and not even with a hint of condescension, it’s… different. Whatever must run through his mind, it can’t be good, and it can’t add up for you. If he’s convinced that he’s in love with you, then you can’t change that. But you can work with it.

He doesn’t pull out for a while, just taking the time to feel you around him. To feel himself inside you. He sighs in content, resting his head between your breasts drenched in his spit, your sweat, and splotched of milk that he gladly licks up without so much as a second thought before lifting himself back up to flash a little smirk at you.

But even his smirk seems off. It doesn’t carry the same energy of someone who knows they have taken you away from everything for their personal amusement.

And you find yourself wondering what Miguel might mean by Geto officially surrendering to his fate.

Your hand reaches up to cup his face, brushing some of his fringes behind his ear. He is a breathtaking man. A devil with the face of an angel—isn’t that why demons make themselves appear angelic? To lure victims into a sense of security?

He leans into your touch, kissing the palm of your hand. His forehead scrunches a bit as he relishes in how your walls still feel like they’re pulsating around his cock, a few aftershocks from your orgasm.

“I need more,” he says, peppering little kisses around your face down to your collarbone.

“Suguru,” you reply, your hand dragging down to the crook of his neck. “Let’s rest for a bit. You seem tired, darling. Something’s troubling you.”

“You don’t have to worry about it,” he replies between more heated kisses. “It’s politics. Between our worlds. It doesn’t concern you.”

“You keep saying things like that, darling, but don’t you just…”

“Just what?” he beckons.

“Don’t you need someone to actually…talk to?” You can’t believe what you’re doing here; didn’t you just say you learned your lesson the last time you tried to meddle into business that had nothing to do with you?

His eyebrows furrow at that. Obviously you’re in no position to ask such things of him. But it’s more of a push in the right direction, a suggestion. Nothing more. He doesn’t have to agree with you.

“Won’t change anything,” he says after a period of reflection. “I appreciate that you’re trying, my love. But your role is with the twins and I, separate from all of that. You’re with your family here.”

You will NEVER be family.

Delightfully oblivious as ever to your own wars clashing in your mind, Geto kisses your lips again. Slow. Gentle. Passionate. Like he really believes he loves you.

The kiss grows more heated again, and sometime during he’s finally pulled out, he didn’t even come, his cock still painfully hard and standing erect wrapped in that condom. This is the first time he hasn’t chased after his own pleasure once he took care of you. This time he seems fully devoted to pleasing you, making you satisfied.

He bites, nibbles your lips and moans like an actor in a lewd video into your lips that have become cracked and red and swollen from his treatment.

“Suguru…?” you manage to utter between each kiss, each one more desperate than the last.

Geto moans your name, low and needy.

“I love you,” he confesses again, “I love you.”

You find yourself unable to say it back, but you don’t get a chance to say a word anyway; his lips meet yours again. You find yourself trying to return it, at least be a little responsive or reactive, try to keep him unsuspecting for a while longer. Even if you know he carries all of his monsters or apparitions with him whenever he’s gone for longer stretches of time, you can’t help but fear the slightest chance that he has someone—or something—keeping an eye on you even if Miguel or Suda insist that they would have known all along.

You can’t afford anymore fuck-ups. You can’t fuck up your chances again.

Finding time to spare for Satoru has become increasingly more difficult. With Yaga practically on Satoru’s ass 24/7, he can’t exactly make quick pit stops to the temple anymore. They have had to find compromise somewhere, so Geto has been back to visiting his penthouse.

Even if logically nothing can be done should Gojo not follow direct orders from the higher-ups, he still can’t afford more penalties, and Geto can’t afford to raise any more suspicion from the long stretches of time he’s been hiding away from his own duties. Just for a few moments with the love of his life.

“Are you sure about this?” Gojo asks, intertwining his fingers with Geto’s as they lounge in his king sized mattress. Sure, Geto may have excused these longer absences of his own as part of his duty but it’s in reality to stay a while longer with Gojo. Gojo’s the one feeling like a burden now, but Geto won’t have it much like Gojo won’t have it every time Geto talks down on himself and how much he means to Gojo. Can’t go around being a hypocrite, right? “It’s a big step, you know! I’ve always expected you’re going to marry someone as sexy and perfect as her. I mean, I was hoping it’d be me but I understand we can’t necessarily given the situation here.”

Geto rolls his eyes a little in jest at that last comment. Of course, in Geto’s world, they’re already married, practically inseparable, but Gojo has his world, and Geto has his. And they have to act as if they don’t interlock their bodies like rabid, mating animals between everything that’s going on.

“Yes,” Geto answers, kissing into his shoulder. Gojo sighs dreamily at the contact, snuggling closer to his lover. “I’m marrying her.”

“That’s great,” Gojo replies, but there’s an underlying hint of longing in his tone. “But how does she feel?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Geto quips as he trails more kisses along Gojo’s exposed, sweaty skin, humming at the salty tang hitting his tongue. “Isn’t this what you wanted for me, Gojo? Her being here gives me more of a reason to tolerate a life like this.”

Gojo can’t help but scoff at that sentiment, eyes flickering with something akin to envy.

“So what, I’m not enough?” he mutters like a stubborn child. Geto rolls his eyes again.

“Baby, look at me—“ Gojo does, “—Of course you are,” Geto counters, pecking his lips for good measure. “You know what I mean.”

“I know,” Gojo replies with a longing sigh. He accepts another kiss, unable to hide the smile playing on his lips in spite of how much he feels like he’s going to miss out. “I’m sorry.”

Geto hums in response before capturing his lips again in another fervent kiss, a hand snaking down his chest to draw lazy patterns across one of his pecs. Gojo sighs again in that dreamy way, completely putty in Geto’s hands and he’s unashamed of it whatsoever. Geto is the love of his life, his one and only, and Geto feels the same except now there’s someone else thrown in the mix that they can both have fun with too.

“You’re always my forever, Satoru,” Geto swears in a whisper, his tone tender—a side to him only Gojo gets to witness. “We just have other matters to sort through now.”

Geto playfully pinches one of Gojo’s nipples and that draws a gasp from his lips, and Geto laughs heartedly, dragging his tongue along the defined lines of his muscles. Gojo brushes his long, slender fingers through Geto’s endless locks of soft hair, and Geto purrs in approval.

“I do really miss Princess, you know…” Gojo points out with that grin widening and brightening his previously sullen and worn features.

“Then come by sometime before the ceremony,” Geto suggests, “We must commemorate the occasion, don’t you think?” Geto insists with a knowing expression as he rests his chin on Gojo’s strong chest.

“Of course,” Gojo answers, that grin still plastered on his face like it’s been sewn on there. A little glint in his azure eyes suggests something a bit… worse, like there’s something else he’s plotting.

While Geto’s still off visiting Satoru, you’re still left with little time to plot your escape plan when you have to attend to the twins the majority of his absence. Both Miguel and Suda have found ways to pull you aside to give you a pointer or two but they know they don’t want to make things more suspicious to the twins but they seem so lost in their own universes you doubt it’s going to be much of an issue.

But a part of you also knows not to underestimate anything. A part of you still tries to amplify your perception of curse spirits but you don’t detect any around you at this point in time. No matter what you’re doing, whether you’re accompanying the girls during their video game sessions or when they want to opt for something else. Or when they want to go out and about—not without one of Geto’s loyal goons keeping a close eye on you while you take the twins out of the temple. You do try to see if you can pick up any during any outings with them but you have failed each time. The most you can make out are outlines of spirits, but Nanako and Mimiko has exorcised them before you can react.

That’s where you learn a bit more about what they can do. Mimiko can manipulate with that doll she carries around with her everywhere. Meanwhile, you understand why Nanako is attached to a camera—she can manipulate curse spirits through photos. You don’t understand what any of this means, but it’s interesting to watch. Even if you don’t understand the full extent of what happens in front of you just yet.

Miguel has mentioned during one of his limited coaching sessions that the first step to being a sorcerer at all is being able to perceive curses. Yet you have failed spectacularly at that part. It’s true that kids and animals are the most sensitive to their presence, and you might have recalled sensing spirits like the Hat Man or the Smiling Man from popular lore.

“All curses are human-born,” he remember him explaining to you one day. “They develop through the negative emotions of humans. That’s why we often hear that most of our struggles are self-made. It’s true, isn’t it, given what we h ave to deal with, huh? Being a sorcerer is a thankless job and often seen as a bunch of hooey to those monkeys. Let’s just say it’s worse in the more rural areas, where people like me and the twins came from.”

“I can only imagine,” you find yourself mumbling in response. “This must take a lot of self-control to master.”

“That’s one way to look at it,” he concedes with a nod. “But manipulating and controlling your cursed energy—something everyone has, sorcerer or not—takes mostly a deeply innate ability. Some people are just gifted at that stuff. Like Geto or that Satoru Gojo punk. They’re the best a small world like ours has to offer.”

“So I’ve been told,” you mutter to yourself.

Miguel rests a reassuring hand on your shoulder, flashing you a smirk. “Listen, Miss …. Just remember you do have backup in case things go awry. I can’t guarantee we won’t get caught, but don’t worry about us when that happens. You need to get out of here. You don’t belong here.”

You can’t help smiling.

“I’m so glad you’re deciding to help me get the hell out of here,” you breathe, “I just can’t help but wonder why.”

Miguel gives you a non-committal hum.

“You just seem like someone worth sticking out for,” he replies, “But honestly, I don’t really have a good reason behind it. Seeing someone like you, someone who was probably minding your own damn business before all of this, going through what you are… just doesn’t sit right with me. I’m not claiming to be good, like I told you before.”

“Thank you,” you tell him again. He returns your smile.

“No need, Miss ….”

“Princess!” Gojo exclaims with glee riddled all over his expression as he climbs down the stairs to greet you. “Congratulations on your engagement. It was going to happen sooner or later.”

He strides up to you, cups your face and greets you with a long smack of his lips against yours before approaching Geto and doing the same. Geto secures a possessive hold around Gojo’s hips so he doesn’t pull entirely away from him and it doesn’t seem like Gojo’s protesting, anyway. When Geto twists his neck to face you, your face falls upon realization. You know that look.

That can’t be good news for you, but when do you ever have good options between them?

“My love, can you make this final exception for the sake of celebration? Satoru does want to wish us well, you know,” Geto scoots you closer into him, his lips against your ear. “After that, he doesn’t have to touch you again, but you can do whatever you like.”

“But Suguru,” you begin, before eyeballing Satoru who’s waiting beside you with eagerness evident in those sharp oceanic eyes, deeply unsettling the longer you stare at them. Something about Satoru aside from the obvious seems… off-putting. You can’t place what it is, but you know you have heard many of Geto’s goons refer to him as some kind of God in the world of jujutsu sorcery. But he’s far from a merciful God, or even a good one.

But you do remember what Miguel says about that—that they’re sorcerers, not saints. They don’t claim to be good or right in whatever they do, and this holds true for both Geto and Gojo.

Gojo bounces his leg out of impatience, meeting your gaze full of hope and passion. He has missed having the agency to touch you, to do as he pleases…

“Please, my love,” Suguru pleads with a little growl, his hand reaching out to you and brushing his finger along the chain around your neck, jingling a bit as it moves. “Just this once. I won’t request this again another time.”

You don’t believe that in the slightest, yet you know you might not be here for much longer than you have to be. You cling onto that hope that whatever you plot with Miguel and Suda that it will work even if those chances are slim.

He promised it’s not zero, you remind yourself, that’s enough for me.

“Okay,” you concede with a weak tone, unable to wholly say no this time. If Geto swears this will be the only time before the marriage ceremony.

Tweedledum’s eyes twinkle from sheer happiness, and Geto loosens his grip on him so he has full autonomy to pounce on you and pin you to the large couch like an untamed animal. Geto laughs in dark amusement as Gojo smothers your face and neck in slobbery, sloppy kisses before he locks his body around yours; your chests pressing so tightly together you fear you might suffocate from the proximity.

“Fuck, gorgeous, I missed you, missed you so much,” Gojo babbles between playful and messy little swirls of his tongue against your jaw. You can’t even struggle or squirm; the added weight too much, keeping you secured in place and a gasp leaves your lips as he digs one of his knees into your crotch, forcing your legs apart. He digs into your crotch and grinds against your sensitive core, which you already feel some slick building and dampening your panties and his pants.

“Looks like she missed you, Satoru,” you hear Geto purr from somewhere above you but you can’t even adjust in your place. You hear Gojo groan as Geto yanks his pants and boxers down, leaning into to smack his lips against his ass and perineum.

Gojo lets out a shuddering gasp, burying his head into the crook of your neck as he whimpers and wriggles closer to the sensation.

“God you’re so fucking mean,” Gojo bites out, pathetically nibbling at your ear to try to ground himself and you hate that you’re immobile practically.

“Please… can’t breathe,” you gasp out and Gojo’s lips quirk upward as he adjusts himself ever so slightly, but still rubbing his knee into your damp crotch.

“Sorry about that, Princess. Better?” he purrs into your ear before nibbling on the lobe. You whimper in response. A slight improvement sure but you’re still immobile, just how they like it.

Gojo’s eyes dilate as Geto slathers his tongue around the rim of his tight hole, and he moans low into your skin.

“Fuck, fuck, baby, stop…” he begs through a lewd moan. “Being so fucking mean…”

Geto’s hand comes down hard on his ass.

“Do you mean that, Satoru?” he teases, the tip of his tongue catching into his hole and making Gojo squirm under the slightest touch or sensation

“N-no,” he groans, inching his ass closer and sticking it more upward like the obedient dog Geto’s trained him to be. You keep your eyes shut, unable to witness this like you have countless times before. Gojo seeks reprieve from the torment by tormenting you; his knee still grinding into your crotch and making you whimper and whine and weep. His lips leaving behind little marks that tingle in their wake.

“Sssatoru…” you slur, your eyes rolling back into your skull as your orgasm sends shockwaves through your body. He grunts in approval, plunging his slobbery lips onto yours and rolling his tongue against your shier one. He grabs one of your hands and guides it to his cock, veiny and swollen and leaking. You wrap your hand around his size and brush your thumb against his slit and he sucks in a shaky breath, approving and needy. He’s getting worked on both ends and he adjusts his position for you to have some wiggle room and you can focus on getting him off while Geto is still busy eating him out. His expert tongue laves between his perineum and his asshole and somehow Gojo can still maintain some semblance of composure.

“Don’t worry, Princess,” he strains his voice through the soft moans as he fucks his cock into your soft palm. “I got you. You have nothing to worry—fuck—about.”

He peels your panties aside and dips his finger between your damp, slick folds and you utter a little whimper.

“Please, I can’t,” you plea, but Gojo only tuts at you as he draws lazy circles around your stiff little bundle of nerves.

“Yes you can,” he snarls, grunting as his own orgasm rushes through his body but somehow he can remain composed while he’s tending to you. Geto shuffles around in the back, before repositioning Gojo and you by extension. Gojo sits up and rests you on one of his legs as he continues to play with your soaked pussy.

Your hand doesn’t dare to leave his cock, knowing you could be punished if you did, even if Geto swears not to bring harm to you, it doesn’t mean he can’t find other ways to get his point across. Geto watches from beside the two of you as you fondle each other. Your body is coiling from the intense heat, and you find yourself bucking into Gojo’s skillful, eager fingers.

“That’s it,” Gojo praises, kissing your cheek. “I’m not so bad, right Princess?”

When you don’t answer, you hear Geto click his tongue in disapproval. Dread fills your chest at that.

“He asked you a question, love.”

“You m-make me f-feel good, Satoru,” you stammer and Gojo coos at you as he slips another finger inside you.

“Goooood. That’s all I want, Princess. I just want to make you feel good, be a part of your life. S’not fair that I don’t get my share these days but bearing the responsibility of being the strongest means I can’t be here as much as I’d like to be. Can you forgive me for that, Princess?”

He twists his fingers inside you and brushes against your spot, making you thrash in his hold. Your grasp on his shaft tightens and he sighs in delight.

“I f-forgive you b-but w-we miss you. S-satoru…!” Your free hand clutches at his wrist as you feel another wave of an orgasm coming on and you can’t take it; you splatter all over his hand and some of your arousal splashes onto the ground.

“Gorgeous,” Gojo murmurs, his tone reverent, “So fucking gorgeous on my fingers. Now you can take my cock. It’s missed your perfect little pussy.”

Geto chuckles as he tears open the condom and helps Gojo slip it onto his strained, throbbing cock. He presses a soft kiss to the tip before Gojo hoists you up like you weigh a bucket of feathers and sinks you onto his cock until just the head enters your tight, soppy heat. Your juices make it easy to slide you all the way down to the base of his cock, and Geto growls as he watches the scene unfold intently; his hand resting on his lap as his own cock strains against his slacks.

“Fuck, so fucking tight. Guess even Gsto’s cock doesn’t stretch you out for long, huh? Fucking perfect for me,” Gojo babbles as he bounces you on his cock like you’re his cheap whore and it feels so fucking humiliating yet you’re moaning because you can’t deny how good it feels. Gojo’s size doesn’t make you as uncomfortable as Geto’s does; he’s much easier to take.

“Hear that, Suguru? Man, she fucking loves me!” Gojo cackles as he bucks his hips in time with moving you up and down.

“Of course she does,” Geto replies as he pets Gojo’s hair, kissing his temple. Geto rests his free hand on your clit and rubs hard on it, making you shriek from the overstimulation. The sounds of Gojo’s cock slapping against you and the lewd squelching from your juices reverberates through your ears like a loud bass and fuck you hate it so much. You hate that it’s beginning to feel kind of good.

“You should see how fucking good you look right now,” Gojo rambles on again as he whips out his smart phone, switching on the selfie camera and recording you and him.

You hate seeing yourself. You hate what you see right in front of you—Gojo’s wide, manic grin as he oogles his long, veiny cock disappearing into your dripping cunt and your face. Your fucking face is what’s humiliating. Your complexion is reddened; your face and neck is coated in sweat. You appear limp and completely out of it—like you’ve given up though that can’t be further from the truth. You have to sell the naive damsel role because that’s what they both like, making them think they have full power over you but someday soon you’re going to stick both your fucking middle fingers at them when you’re riding off into sunset toward sweet freedom.

He stops the short recording and sets his phone aside; his tongue sticking out at the corner of his mouth as he fucks deeper inside of you, groaning as your walls clench and flutter around his length.

“You’re killing me, Satoru,” Geto laments, frowning as he palms himself through his slacks before finally pulling himself out. “Hurry before I stick my cock inside with yours.”

Your eyes widen at that in sheer horror as your head turns to Geto’s direction. His expression makes your heart sink; he’s not interested in sparing you a little dignity and really plans on bullying his cock alongside Gojo’s because he’s growing impatient.

“No no no, please, Sugu… I can’t!” you shout, shaking your head frantically as tears well in the corners of your eyes.

Geto’s frown deepens, his forehead wrinkling as he caresses your cheek with his knuckles.

“You can take it, my love,” he coos as he fists his cock into full hardness. You bite back a choked sob.

“No, no, Suguru…please it’ll be too much..!”

Tears stream down your cheeks as you protest but Geto disregards everything you say as he wraps his cock.

“Damn, Suguru,” Gojo cackles, “Can’t let it wait, huh?”

“Shut up,” he hisses as he pushes the tip of his cock into your pussy, and Gojo moans feeling Geto’s dick rub against his. The stretch absolutely fucking hurts and you weep, babbling endlessly and begging him not to go further but he doesn’t listen to you this time. Maybe he’s getting tired of being kind to you.

He manages to fit a good portion of his size inside and you’re sobbing so hard, your body is on fire and not in a pleasant way. They fill you up and stretch you out and they’re cackling together like the psychopaths they are.

“Fuuuuuuck,” Gojo growls, kissing the top of your head as he spears his cock into you with deadly precision. “Fuck fuck fuck you’re so much tighter. ‘M gonna come.”

And he follows through on his word, fucking into you with one last hard thrust before he gives you a little mercy and slides his cock out so Geto can have his way with you.

Gojo trails kisses all over your tear-strained face and ignores your continued weeping and begging to stop.

“Shhhh, we’re just getting started, Princess. We have so much making up to do before you and Suguru tie the knot, yeah? Just relax and let us take care of you. That’s all we want.”

Such fucking lies.

Geto growls as now he’s the sole cock drilling into you, and you’re stretched nice around his size. Your walls are still fluttering and squeezing around him and trying to suck him inside deeper and Geto looks down at you with a feral gaze, something you haven’t seen since the day he took you.

“Too bad I don’t have the intention of fucking a few babies into you,” he chuckles, reaching out to trace the gold chain jingling around your neck with each jerk of his hips. He tugs a bit on the chain and you avert your gaze. He frowns at that, tugging again and making you look at him. “You know I can’t afford to bring more monkeys into this world, but the idea of coming inside you is… enthralling. Perhaps we can save that for when I fuck your perfect ass.”

“Damn,” Gojo whistles, his arms circling your waist. “That’s going to be so hot. Fuck her full of cum and then have her walk around like that all day. Perfect way to ensure she belongs to you, yeah Suguru?”

“Exactly,” he laughs in response, a wicked smirk on his face. His hand comes down to smack your pussy and you scream, but Gojo secures his hold on you.

“Shhhh, Princess. Don’t squirm too much or he could hurt you. He doesn’t want to, you know?” he whispers in a mock soothing tone.

“Please, Sugu…. It already hurts,” you cry, sniffling, your eyes bloodshot and puffy from all of the tears you’ve shed.

“You can take it,” he grunts with another sharp slap on your quivering cunt. “You can do it, my love. Come for me.”

In spite of everything the world spins as you come down hard on his cock, arousal gushing out and it’s not the prettiest sight to you but it must make Geto and Gojo as gleeful as children on a Christmas morning.

“Sugu…” you murmur, body going a bit limp but you remember Gojo saying they barely begun. This is so tiring. But Geto pulls out with a soft moan, but his cock is still hard. Needing.

“What is it, my love?” he asks in that affectionate tome he’s been using so much more lately. Without the underlying condensation, just pure love, like he really believes he does love you.

As if someone who loves you would do things like this without so much as a shred of remorse. Gojo is silent behind you, sitting back and enjoying the scene unfold.

“I-I can’t,” you stammer, “Please, I can’t…”

“Yes, you can,” he urges a bit more gently. “This is a celebration, my dear. Lean into it.”

He kneels on one knee until his mouth is level with your cunt, his eyes sparkling with need and lust.

“We just want to take care of you,” he goes on, pressing a kiss to your spent cunt. “That’s all we want.”

You shake your head again.

“Can’t,” you keep pleading, “I can’t, I can’t…”

“Sure you can, Princess,” Gojo murmurs, “You have to. It’s the least you can do. After all, Suguru’s risking a lot just to be with you.”

Huh?

“I’m risking everything just to be here too,” Gojo continues while Geto pushes his tongue into your cunt. “So do this for us, baby. Because once Suguru married you, it’ll make things easier for us to be together. You’ll understand soon, I promise.”

“B-but…”

Gojo shushes you again before silencing you completely with a heated kiss. You can’t put up much of a fight anymore, in that moment.

This will be the only time you surrender to this battle, but not the fucking war.

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Random Batman Thoughts…

This all partially began when I saw a post recently that featured an enraged Batman fan going after the “Soft Batman” fans. Aka, the “Good Father Bruce Wayne” fans. The person in said post claimed that, in reality, Bruce is a brutally tortured and mentally dysfunctional bad dad and frequently hits his children and should never, ever be considered “pure” as they seemed to think so many of these “naive” fans do.

I, personally, have never once considered Bruce a perfect father figure. However, I’d be lying if I said I have never wanted him to be. What’s alluring about the idea that so many of us “Soft Batman” fans have conjured up here on the internet is that, simply put, we just want to see Bruce get better. We want to see him heal. We want to see him happy, and for him to not hurt the people he cares about.

We all know he’s a brutally tortured character. We all know he’s hurting, and broken, and angry. If he wasn’t, he would cease to be Batman. However, I have a question for the people on the other side of the fandom: do you want Bruce to continue to be horrible? I feel the need to genuinely ask, because there are some individuals out there who seem to think the darkness is all there is to his character, 100% of the time (which is NOT true, by the way). I know it’s easy to come away from a run or two of the comics thinking that—the sheer number of comics written for Batman that are just so deeply depressing and dark and horrifying, is, uh… it’s not a small number—but again, that’s not every single panel of every single comic out there. There are plenty of moments where, even just for a little while, Bruce shows that he’s more than the mask. He shows us that he’s still a human being who wants to care about people. Who does love the people closest to him—or at least, he tries to, even though he’s really bad at it (and then there’s the trauma and etc etc…)

ahem

So… why do some fans want people to give up on “Soft Batman” and “Good Dad Bruce Wayne?” I’d like to think that it’s just because in the comics, by and large, Bruce is portrayed as an emotionally unavailable, difficult father figure at best, and a kidnapping psychopath at worst. And, you know, I do get wanting comic book accuracy (ESPECIALLY in this day and age) but I have a counter question… is it so bad to depict Bruce as—at the very least—trying to be a good dad? I know, I know, some fans get carried away and we make our silly little fan art of a hyper idealised Bruce, and everyone’s dancing and skipping and having a jolly good time, and I know that must seem off-putting to the hardcore fans—but guys… it’s fan fiction/fan art. This is just a playground where anyone and everyone can use their imagination to create whatever the snarfblat they want. It’s wish fulfilment, and fantasy indulgent, and good, plain fun. And for what it’s worth, I prefer people making wholesome, kind, and loving fan art rather than just more senseless blood, gore, and p***. The world doesn’t need more of that than it already has. But… as far as fans on the internet go, I say, get off their backs. This is supposed to just be for fun. I know it’s annoying, but so long as it doesn’t start affecting you and your section of the fandom and—especially—the mainline continuity, then what’s the harm? I say, let sleeping dogs lie.

HOWEVER, FOR THE RECORD I would like to say, just because I’m one of those people who enjoys the “Soft Batman” stuff, that doesn’t mean I would actually want a whole tv show of nothing but “Soft Batman.” Nor would I write a series of nothing but “Soft Batman.” (A lot of you are probably aware that I’m writing a series synopsis for my own Batman show, Superman show, Wonder Woman show, etc.) I’ve read a good chunk of Wayne Family Adventures, and while I did enjoy myself a lot, there were moments where I was like, “Okay, yeah, this is getting a little too sappy.” Like, I would never write Jason having a panic attack and all the Bat Fam being all cuddly and supportive and Bruce kissing him on the head. As sweet as the idea is… it’s just a little much. For a mainline Batman tv show or movie, it does still need the dark and the gritty and the serious, otherwise it’s just not Batman anymore. Actually, my ideal writer’s room for something like this would consist mostly of men. Preferably, men who all know, love, and respect the source material. For as much of an aspiring writer as I am, at the end of the day Batman is a boys franchise—and I think that’s how it’s meant to be and how it’s meant to stay.

To that end, there are aspects about writing Bruce’s story that I don’t have an intimacy with, but a lot of men do. And my end goal for making any kind of Batman show is to give the fans a ride they will never forget. I want to give them something that excites them, that compels them, that means something to them, that makes them cry manly tears on occasion, but mostly something that’s fun to watch. Something both kids and adults have fun watching. I love writing personal, sweet scenes, and they will still be present because I do think they matter and will make the overall narrative stronger, but I don’t ever want the show to come off as wishy washy or touchy feely all of the time. There still needs to be a lot of action, a lot of epic fight scenes, a lot of real detective work, a lot of serious discussions, a lot of world building, and as much DNA of the original comics as possible. (Minus the particularly infuriating overcomplicated plots, and the constant shock baiting for the sake of comic sales.)

I guess I say all this to say… there’s a time and place for all the aspects of Batman. There’s a time and place for the dark and the gritty and anger and the being a bad dad who doesn’t know how to raise kids, and there’s a time and a place for the healing and the love and mild silliness and Bruce trying to do better for the sake of the people around him. Isn’t that the end goal of a story like this? Isn’t the point of having Bruce go through all of this darkness to then have him learn and grow and heal and get to a better place? I personally don’t see any point in his story otherwise. The only reason—the ONLY reason—a sad, depressing story should have a sad, depressing ending is if it’s a cautionary tale and/or teaches the audience about something important. Without that, a fully sad ending to a fully sad story is just a pointless exercise in meaninglessness, and that makes for empty, shallow art and abysmal entertainment. (Perhaps there’s an exception out there, but I’ve never heard of it.) If it has to be sad, then let it be bittersweet. Let there be something of value that was gained during the story, even if the overall tone of the ending is forlorn/sombre.

As for Bruce’s story… what else could it be besides a story about healing? Bruce fights not just to keep Gotham safe, but he also fights in the hopes that at least some of his villains can be redeemed. Perhaps it’s his own way of hoping that he can be redeemed as well. And the BatFamily is, surprisingly, a perfect vessel for that story. I’ll try not to make it too sappy, but come on, going from an orphan who was almost completely alone, drowning in darkness and trauma and guilt and grief, to a man who’s made something of himself and made a difference in the world and made it better and finds himself surrounded by such a large family of people who care about him, even if it is still a little dysfunctional? That sounds like a story that’s worthwhile.

Batman cannot stay a solo act. Too much of his story DEPENDS on him having Alfred, on having Robin, and learning how to heal if he’s going to have any kind of meaningful ending at all.

Sorry for the long post, this has just been rattling around in my brain and I felt like I needed to tell someone…

#dc #dc comics #batman #bat family #discussion #thoughts #random thoughts #long post

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merakiui · 2 days ago

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here’s some ace thoughts since i just saw your recent event ace posts. crowley wouldn’t let you stay at ramshackle over summer. so you tell grim to find someone to stay with since you can’t guarantee a job for yourself and although you’re fine with sleeping in the street you don’t want grim to. he probably goes all sad to deuce who tells their entire dorm but before anyone can make a plan ace just walks off. he find finds you and tells you you’re staying with him.

“but ace, did you even ask your parents?”

“it’ll be fine.”

“what if they already have a long term guest you don’t know about sleeping in the couch? you can’t just bring me in without asking!”

“the couch? i’m not stingy like you, we’re sharing my bed.”

“thank you but i insist im okay.”

“———, i’ll always take care of you.”

Omg yes!! You and Grim staying with Ace and his family for the summer!!!! The way Ace's older brother would poke fun at him for his (very obvious) crush on you. >:D and Ace just insists it's "not like that." No way he's crushing on you! He scoffs at the idea, but his cheeks are red and he's starting to stumble over his words.....

Ace who takes you to all the best places in his hometown, certain you'll enjoy them. Maybe you even meet up with Deuce somewhere! Summertime romance with Ace.... there was no shame in sharing a room and even a bed or fighting over who gets to use the sink to do their morning routine first. You're best friends, so everything is perfectly fine and platonic! ...or is it? >:)

That movie moment where you turn around and ask if he's coming while he's stopped to tie his shoe or something, and he just looks at you in a completely different light then because the feelings and vibe have been shifting ever since school let out for the summer and wow. Have you always looked so nice when the sun is framing you perfectly and has your smile always been so bright? AAAA what is he thinking!!!!!

And Grim can tell something's up with Ace. He keeps looking between the two of you, always wondering... sometimes it's a relief Grim's there because he makes for the perfect scapegoat when Ace wants to take you somewhere but doesn't want it to seem like he's asking you on a date. BECAUSE HE'S NOT!!! This is for you and Grim!! Don't get it twisted!!! Of course he completely understands why you might want to go out with "yours truly" (you roll your eyes at that), but it's just a simple hang-out. It's also not a relief because sometimes Grim just makes the awkward tension even worse and he doesn't even mean to do so. T_T

Or when Ace's older brother shares all kinds of embarrassing stories about Ace or when his parents leaf through photo albums, and Ace is begging them to stop because noooo all of his aura and swag are gone the minute you hear about that one time he tripped over his laces or that day he fell for his older brother's dumb pranks or that one awkward photo of him from middle school... he has a reputation to uphold as a cool guy (in front of you) and this is so not helping!!!!

#twisted chit chat #he's so silly i love him

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kittenfangirl20 · 2 days ago

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Adam's first Sinsmas in Hell.

Adam was looking out the window and was a little confused when he saw there was snow falling from the sky. Hell was way too hot for there to be snow so why was it snowing?

Adam: Luci?

Lucifer: Yes Dove?

Adam: Is it snowing or am I seeing things?

Lucifer chuckled as he walked over to the window: Nope, it's snowing. Contrary to what people think, once a year for about a month and a half Hell freezes over.

Adam: Really?

And here he thought it was just an expression.

Lucifer: Yeah, but it's still Hell so it's not exactly safe to be out in it. The first week or two the snow is fluffy and nice. But after that it gets harsh.

Makes sense.

Lucifer: Which makes it nice for Sinsmas.

Adam raised a brow: Don't you mean Christmas?

Lucifer: No no, duckie. We don't celebrate that Jesus guy down here. In Hell we celebrate the Sins. And this will be our first one together! Oh you'll have so much fun.

Adam: Does that mean we have to invite Mammon as well?

Lucifer: Sadly yes since he is one of the Deadly Sins, but you do get along with the others. Also like Christmas we have a big feast and gift exchange.

Adam: That sounds really nice.

*it was interesting to learn about the different traditions of Hell from Lucifer, Adam grabbed Lucifer’s hand*

Adam: We should go play in the snow when it is still nice like this.

*Lucifer nodded and they went outside after Lucifer used his magic to make their clothes winter clothes, Sinners and demons alike were setting everything up for Sinmas, both men blushed when they found themselves under mistletoe*

Adam: So is the tradition for mistletoe the same down here?

Lucifer: You mean kissing under the mistletoe? Yes.

*they shared a kiss feeling very happy, Lucifer got Adam hot chocolate with marshmallows while he got himself hot apple cider*

Lucifer: What would you like to do for your first Sinsmas?

Adam: I would like to have my family come here and be with us.

*Lucifer knew that would be tough, but he was willing to do anything that make Adam happy*

@things-arent-what-they-seem66

#hazbin hotel #adam #hazbin hotel adam #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #adamsapple #adam/lucifer #guitarduck #adam’s first sinsmas in hell au

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darukee · 3 days ago

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This is fucking gay

Nicole and Jecka are at the Bathroom, specifically the one close to the Emergency’s Exit and the vending machine. As usual, they are skipping classes.

— I’ve already told you this bathroom is horrible. — Jecka says, holding a Starbucks’ coffee cup.

— Yeah bitch, but it is close to the vending machine, and I was thirsty for a Pepsi. — Nicole concludes, opening her recently bought Pepsi can.

— We came here just so you could get a Pepsi?

— See? That alone proves my life fucking sucks.

Jecka slurps from her Starbuck, making Nicole notice it only now.

— Did you skip class to buy Starbucks?

— Do I look like the type of bitch who skips class to buy Starbucks?

— Kinda.

— No… I asked Jeffrey to get one for me.

— And he did?

— I did my sexy voice. — Jecka says it, using the mentioned tone.

— Makes sense. Gimme a sip.

— No? This was like, $6 dollars.

— Fuck bitch, lemme take one sip, I’m not asking for the entire cup.

— One sip is like, $0.50, you know that?

— Are you charging me to get one fucking sip?

— … Do you have money?

— Do I look like someone who would pay for a sip?

— No, that’s why I charged.

— Don’t be a whore, let me sip. — Nicole leans hard into Jecka, trying to put her mouth on the straw.

— No, get off! — Jecka pushes her away, making Nicole stop going after her stuff.

— Did I say that you look really pretty today, Jecka? — as she usually does with boys, Nicole starts to talk in a slower and comfortable tone.

— Flirting won’t work, Nicole.

— I’m not flirting for fuckin’ Starbucks. — she leans on the wall — You just… Look pretty on that angle. I could take a pic.

— Now I’m confused if you are being a manipulative bitch or a gay one. — she slurps again.

— I’m down to fuck for that Starbucks.

— Now you are contradicting yourself.

— No bitch, let’s fuck right here for that sip.

— I would not fuck you.

— Yeah you would.

— Yeah I would… Is that gay?

— Is it gay to fuck your best friend?

— Why are you asking me this?

— So you can notice how stupid your question is.

Suddenly, Kelly and Emily enter the Bathroom, chatting. As they see the girls, Kelly asks:

— Why are you guys always skipping classes?

— Like you two aren’t doing the same thing. — Nicole hits back.

— Is it gay to fuck to get Starbucks? — Jecka looks at Emily, waiting for an answer.

— It depends, who are you fuckin’? — the former asks.

— This bitch won’t let me take a sip of her Starbucks! — raising her voice, Nicole brings back her point.

— I want a sip of that. — Kelly leaves her standard position, with her hands behind her neck, and approaches Jecka

— Yeah, sure. — Jecka inclines the cup so Kelly can lean a bit and take a sip.

— Oh, so it is personal. — Nicole rolls her eyes.

— I mean, it wasn’t at first. But I thought it would be fun.

— First you refuse to fuck me and now you take away my sip?

— That 's gay. — Kelly interrupts.

— No, I don’t think Starbucks is that gay yet. — Nicole answers

— I meant the sleeping with her part?

— What? Should I lie?

Ari and Karen enter the bathroom too, hearing the commotion.

— Oh, so is everyone skipping today, huh. — Nicole rolls her eyes again, leaning even more on the wall.

— Ari, — Emily walks to the red-haired — is it gay to want to sleep with your best friend?

— Yes I would sleep with you.

— What? You are not my best friend.

— I know, I just saw the window there and, uh, well

— You want to sleep with me?

— I would be down to sleep with anyone here, honestly…

Again, Jecka slurps from her Starbucks’ coffee cup.

— BITCH, GIMME A SIP! — Nicole yells, getting out of the wall and approaching Jecka, with palms up.

— You have your Pepsi.

— IT’S A FUCKING PEPSI, WHAT I WOULD DO WITH A PEPSI?

— … Drink it? — Karen suggests. Nicole and Jecka turns her eyes on her, confused and with some disapproval.

The brunette one answers first:

— No one fucking asked you.

— Yeah, Karen, no one asked you.

— Why is it suddenly against me?

— ‘Cause you are a virgin? — Emily intervenes — And we hate virgins.

— I’m not a virgin! In that case, Ari is also a virgin!

— You really had to use “also”, huh. — Nicole points out.

— W-What? I’m not a virgin! I fucked lots of man!

—Yeah, but you are gay, so those, like, do not count. — Emily says it, looking at Ari.

— What the fuck?

— It comes down to the gay sex again… — Jecka slurps on her coffee.

— How did it started in gay sex? — Karen asks, being put on the conversation for the first time now.

— Oh, Nicole wanted to fuck Jecka. — Kelly explains, putting her hands back.

— Understandable. — Ari shakes her head in subtle approval.

— What? For her Starbucks. — Nicole says it with no hesitance.

— It’s 2008, you do not need excuses anymore. — Ari puts a hand on Nicole’s shoulder.

— I really just want Starbucks. — Nicole pushes Ari’s hand away, with displeasure.

— Jecka, I think saying “no” to that is kinda homophobe. — Kelly looks at Jecka.

— What? How is that homophobe?

— Yeah, Jecka, that 's pretty homophobe of you. — Emily also looks at Jecka. At some point, every girl stares at her. Nicole then completes.

— Yeah, you’re being a homophobe.

— I think you guys should fuck… — Ari speaks her thoughts, a bit too loud — N-Not that I want to watch it…

— It’s not like I will refuse to let her sip from my drink, I was just having fun with her begging.

— Huh… — Nicole stares deeply at the blonde — You never looked hotter.

— Oh my God, they’re fucking. — Emily says with shock.

— WE ARE NOT FUCKING. — exclaims Nicole.

— We could be. I give an amazing head.

— I do not think you know how lesbian sex work.

Footsteps come closer. Principal Lynn enters the bathroom with a not pleasant face. Everyone stares at her, showing surprise.

— What are all of you doing here? Go to your respective classes!

— Fuck. — swears Emily, taking down an adderall and rushing out of the room. Promptly, all of the girls leave the bathroom. [...]

#jecka class of 09 #jeckole #nicole class of 09 #class of 09 #lesbians #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #toxic yuri save me #fluff #read the second part on ao3 #darukee

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immortalityforthegoddess · 11 hours ago

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"𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤?"

Characters: Samuel Seo, Goo Kim, Gun Park

Summary: your an famous influencer and decided to do the 'hey chat can you watch my boyfriend real quick?' With your man.

𝐆𝐮𝐧 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤

Gun was busy making dinner when you came in giggling to yourself, gun raised an eyebrow as you made your way to him, "hey chat, can you watch my boyfriend real quick?", and with that you were gone.

Gun froze for a moment, looking at your screen that was live. Alpha609-"is this really {Name}s boyfriend?😶", gun read aloud in his head, "yes, yes am.", gun goes back to choping.

Princessluna312-"boyfriend reveal😮", gun would not really talk much but would answer questions here and there.

Fruityqueen409-"your soo quite, honestly you and {Name} are the meaning of opposites attract lol😊". Gun stopped chopping at that message, he had never really thought of it that way.

"I've been told that many times.",

You come back to gun still making dinner and people saying how fine and hot he was. And he was just trying to make dinner.

"Everyone and there mothers think your fine", " I know."

𝐆𝐨𝐨 𝐊𝐢𝐦

Goo was busy scrolling Instagram and didn't notice you, "hey chat, can you watch my boyfriend real quick?", goo was confused as you ran away giggling, until he saw your phone.

"... She doing the trend with the boyfriend uh?", goo asked the phone and everybody all began sending laughing emojis, and asking him questions.

"Well hope you all know that your not getting any fun facts." Goo said as you put his phone down and grabbed yours, looking at your chat. Buttfairy78-"hey is that a sword?😮", gun laughed at the user name, "yes, yes it is and yes it's real, am not no phoney."

Goo had one of his swords deslpead for all to see and chat saw it and thought it was cool. Yourmama-"thats actually really cool!😶", goo continue on laugheing at the usernames, "I know."

You came back to goo telling some fun stories and fun facts about his swords, you giggling and let it be.

𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐒𝐞𝐨

Sam was busy doing some paper work in his home office when you came in giggling non-stop. He looked at you and raised an eyebrow, "hey chat can you watch my boyfriend, really quick?" And with that you were just gone to put it simply.

Sam was confused for a few moments, not understanding what was going on until he looked at your phone you had sat down. Sumgaydude43-"Your so fine😫" and puppylover-"Damn {Name} be lucky🤭".

Sam just stared, what was he supposed to do? He had work that needed to be done. But he also knows that you are just trying to listen his mood, in your own weird way.

"You guys are weird, I see why you watch my {Name}." Sam said as he continued his work, the chat went WILD, at his nick name for you.

Smellyfarts-"that is the cutest nickname😇", spoiledmilk-"awwwww, am so single😁", "damn, that's a deep voice🤭".

He really did think your chat of 74k+ was weird, and found their user names odd. Fishporn-"how long have you and {Name} been together?", some in the chat asked and Sam jaut so happen to catch it.

"About 4 years.", Sam replied smellsflowers-" y'all ain't married🤯", some in chat said and Sam also read that, "was thinking about it."

You come back to Sammy still doing his work and answering some questions here and there.

#lookism #lookism manhwa #gun park #lookism x reader #samuel seo #goo kim

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snake-bite-piercing · 11 hours ago

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Yandere cafe 2

I'll link part 1 here

It had been a week after visiting the cafe across the street. You were contemplating going there again. The sweets they had weren't bad and you didn't really get to see everything they had to offer.

You went to the cafe again during your lunch break. This time it was more crowded than the last time you were here. You were seated at a small two person booth. This time you decided to just get a cup of coffee.

They handed you the same paper as last time. Your eyes scanned the paper again to refresh your memory. You decided to go for Alexander, he didn't seem so bad.

After finishing your coffee, you placed the paper under the cup with a tip and got up to leave. On your way out, you say your waiter pick up the paper and rush to the back.

The rest of the day was busy for you. Many worried people came in with sick animals or animals needing cleaning. You had to stay an extra few minutes to finish up the last fur baby that needed treatment. You didn't mind though you loved your job.

When you did finish you were the last person left so it was your job to close up. You checked if all the lights were off, no ACS were on, and you locked all the windows. As you were locking the door you turned around and bumped into someone.

You looked up, and your eyes locked with a tall man with a nervous expression. He has a solid build and beautiful dark brown hair.

"Sorry, we just closed the shop but will open tomorrow at 8." You said to him as you put your keys away. You felt his gaze on you and didn't know what to do. "I'm Alexander from the cafe across the street. You picked me, right?" he said, sounding unsure.

You were shocked that he was standing there in front of you. You thought you would have had to wait a while before meeting him. "Oh, sorry I didn't think we would meet this fast. I thought there would be a line of people before we ever met." you blurted out.

"Actually, there is but we get to pick who we prefer to go out with. Most people aren't kind to the waiters. But you were." You blushed a bit at what he said. "So, you picked me?" you asked him, "Yes!" he answered quickly, "I mean yeah."

"I brought you these." You looked at the small bouquet of flowers he was holding. You hadn't noticed them until now. You grabbed them and quickly said "Thank you... Should I give you my number so we can stay in contact?" He nodded his head and you guys exchanged numbers.

When you got home you had a conversation with him via messages. You both decided to go to an amusement park during the weekend.

It was already Sunday, and you were getting ready to go out. When you made it to the amusement park, you saw Alexnder standing near a ticket booth. He had already gotten you guys more than enough tickets.

You guys started at the bumper cars, then worked your way to the roller coaster. He went on most of them though. The date was going well, and you were generally having fun. He asked you a bit about your work. He seemed to actually care about what you had to say.

As your date was coming to an end you guys passed by a pull up challenge bar. Alexander quickly rushed over to it. The rules were simple hang on for two minutes to win a prize.

"Which prize do you want?" he asked looking over all the big stuffed animals. "Why are you so sure you'll win?" the man who set the game up asked. As Alexander rolled up his sleeves he said, "This will be a piece of cake."

Even though it was only for two minutes the timer went down slowly. Alexander was able to stay on for the first minute. Then the bar started shaking. You could tell he was having a bit of a hard time holding on. But Alexander was still able to hold on for the whole two minutes.

Just to show off he did a pull up. "So, you decided which one you wanted?" he said proudly. You laughed a bit at how cocky he was being and went to grab the big bear stuffed animal. Alexander held it for you. "Can I drive you home?" he asked pointing towards his card.

You agreed and watched him put your prize in the back seat. You didn't live far from the amusement park, so it wasn't a long drive. When parked his car in front of your house, you didn't remember telling him where you lived. Maybe you did but you forgot about it, so you let it go.

"Thanks for driving me home Alexander," you said. "It's really no problem, but you can call me Alex."

He carried the stuffed animal to your door, and you quickly brought it inside. You heard him blurt out "I had fun today." You smiled at him and said, "Yeah me too, maybe next time we can get dinner." His eye lit up and he had a big smile on his face.

"Next time? So does that mean you want to go out again?" You giggled then gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Good night, Alex," you said and went inside.

#yandere male #yandere #male yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x female reader #yandere x female

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y2ashlee · 1 day ago

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Azul Ashengrotto x Curvy/Plus size/Bigger! Female! Reader SMUT

WARNINGS: Bad writing, Unprotected sex, sex obviously, Yeehaw style

Requests open!!

Fun fact: A cummberbund is what you wear to hide the waistband of your trousers when wearing a suit.

Notes: Reader is wearing a skirt. Reader also has at least shoulder length hair.

Even though Azul body shames himself and whatnot I think he’d be into bigger women/men/people. I also think he’d be a thigh guy seeing as he’s a merman and they do not have thighs.

Are they dating? I guess.

Also magic protects reader from getting pregnant and STDs and whatnot.

~~~

Azul smiled as he welcomed the ramshackle prefect into his office locking the door so they wouldn’t be disturbed. “Thank you for helping me out, Azul.” She said walking into his dorm room. “It’s not problem, my dear prefect.” He said smugly. “You can sit anywhere you like.” He said his eyes glancing at her as she sat down on his bed her bare thighs pressing together as she got comfortable her hands resting behind her on the bed as she lent back. He gulped slightly as his eyes darted away from her as he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He pulled it out and read the message before sighing softly. “Apologies, Prefect. There seems to be a problem that has to be dealt with. I’ll be right back.” He said tiling his head slightly. “It’s ok I’ll be here.” She said giving him a small smile. He nods before leaving the room.

About 10 minutes goes by before Azul returns to his dorm room. “Apologise for the wait, Prefec-!” His eyes go wides at the image of her lying down on her stomach playing on her phone on his bed. Her thighs pressed together her skirt almost riding up too high, one of her crew length socks slightly pushed down. Her thighs and ass cheeks jiggle slightly as she turns around in response to his voice. “It’s alright, I don’t mind waiting for you~” She says smiling slightly before sitting up and moving to the side of his bed her legs falling to the floor as her thighs press together again. One hand on the bed patting the spot next to her the other resting on one of his pillows. Her hand sides under it. Her eyebrows raise slightly as she felts something and grabbed it pulling it out. His eyes widened in shock at what she pulled out. “Ooo~ a dirty magazine!” She said smirking and looking over at him seeing his surprised flushed face. “So you into this kinda thing?” She asked sitting looking down at the page it was folded onto. A curvy and busty woman in dark purple and black lingerie her hair, eye and skin colour similar to her own. “Az?” She asked looking at him once more.

He is mortified at what she thinks of him now. As he stands there his face flushed to his ears at how embarrassed he is. He remembers how it all happened how that dirty magazine got under his pillow and what he did. It all started the previous day Floyd had confiscated (stolen) it from a first year after finding a group of them looking as it in one of the dorm hallways. And after that Azul confiscated it from Floyd as he was reading it in Monstro Lounge. Thankfully it was not opening time yet so no one else saw. Azul had forgotten about it after quickly tossing it on his bed to dispose of later after the day had ended. And after the day had ended he retuned to his room after showering and getting in fresh pyjamas and getting into bed to look at his phone that he saw the dirty magazine again. He put his phone on his bedside table and grabbed the magazine slowly flipping through it before landing on a page and folding it in half as he looked at it his eyes drawn it noticing and skimpy clothing as it did nothing to hide anything all of her parts on display. “..so that’s what a female land dwellers..” he mumbled his gaze intensified as he noticed her hair and eye colour. “…she kind of looks like..” his eyes widened as his pictured the prefect of ramshackle dorm more of her features looked similar and the more he thought of her he started to imagine her as the women in the picture the same half lidded eyes the same skimpy outfit the same position.

Before he could shake away the thoughts he was picturing her doing all sorts of vulgar and sexual things the only thing that brought him back to his senses was that he felt very uncomfortable and restrained he looked down noticing that his package was straining against his pyjama bottoms. His face was slightly flushed as he pulled the hem of his pyjama bottoms down as well as his underwear freeing his length from hot confines. He sighed as the cool air hit his exposed length as it stood almost fully erect. He bit his lip as he placed his hand on his length and started to stroke and pump it. His other hand holding her magazine as he continued to picture her once more. He sloughed and slid down his pillows slightly as placed his feet on the mattress using his thighs as a book stand as he rested the magazine against his legs. He lets out a sigh as he picks up his pace feeling himself get closer as he squeezed harder. He let out a straggled groan like moan his breath hitched as he came his hot fluid squirting slightly onto the magazine white rest went on his hand and stomach.

“Azul?!” He heard her call as he looked up as her feeling embarrassed and guilty. “..y-yes?” He asks. “So your into dirty magazines?” She said looking at the picture once more noticing something on the paper. “AH!! N-o!” He coughs to clear his through. “I confiscated it from Floyd!!” He said. “So, he’s into this kinda stuff?” She asked. “…I never would have picked him for that but each to their own.” She said dropping it to the floor. “So anyway…” she said trying to change the subject. “Are you going to sit down or what?” She asked patting the bed next to her once more. He coughed once more and sat down his hands in his lap as he avoided her eyes. She smiled softly before pulling her legs back up onto the bed and moving behind him giving him a hug. Her chest against his back her hat moving slightly almost falling before she took it off and dropped it to the floor her hands gently clasping his shoulders her thumbs rubbing into them. His eyes widened as he relaxed with her touch his stress and embarrassment fading from his mind. She slides off his over coat and blazer once again dropping them to the floor. “Come lay down and relax, Take off your shoes.” She said softly and he complied laying down his head on his pillow as she laid next to him kissing his check as she rest her head in her hand her elbow propped up on the bed. She trails her fingers up and down his chest kissing his chin then his nose his beauty mark and finally his lips.

“_-______, my dear.” Azul said his face flushed once more. “Mmm..” she answered pulling off one of his gloves before he responded. “I thought you wanted me to relax.” She smiled at him taking another glove off. “I do that’s why I’m taking of your gloves. I’m going to look after you and get you de stressed.” She said softly kissing his check once more. “I’ll give you a back massage and I’ll make you some tea afterwards.” She said smiling softly her hand holding his. “I-I’m sorry I don’t think I can do this!” He said his eyes wide as he sat up on the bed pulling his hand from hers and turning away from her his face flushed once more at the realisation of his trousers becoming tighter. “Oh, I-I shouldn’t have touched you without asking I’m sorry.” She said softly. “I can go if you want to be alone.” She said withdrawing from him. “No-wait, it’s not that I want to be alone I just….” He takes a deep breath placing his hands in his lap his thighs pressing together a bit. “..I just-“ he mumbled the last part incoherent to her. “Pardon?” She asked. “I’m-“ he mumbled again incoherently. “I’m sorry??” She asked once more confused. “IM HAVING A HARD TIME AT THE MOMENT!!” He said quickly frustration and embarrassment laced in his voice. “Oh…” she said realising what he meant. “I see…” she said blinking quickly as she took in the information.

“…well then I can help with that.” She said softly placing a hand on his. “Don’t think I didn’t notice that the page model looked like me.” She said smirking slightly as he bit his lip. “And I noticed that certain stain..” she said her voice low a sultry as she blew against his ear. He jumped his face so hot he let out a gasp of embarrassment. “I-Im so sorry-“ she cut him off with a kiss placing a hand on his and moving it away. “Come on lay back down and I’ll help you out, ok.” She said urging him to lay down and he complied and laid back down taking a breath. “So what sort of things did you think about.” She said moving to kneel over him and sit on his thighs. He let out a breath and lowered his head slightly. “Did you picture me like this, touching and kissing you?” She asked her hands trailing up his chest to undo his bow tie and top few buttons. “Y-yes..” he said his legs quivering slightly as she started to grind her clothed heat against his hardened bulge. He groans as she continues to grind against him her hands trail down to his trousers sliding up the cummerbund to get to his trouser button and zipper undoing them both after stopping her movements pulling them down slightly to get to the waist band of his underwear. He bites his lip when she runs a finger down his bludge earning a groan from him his eyes slightly watering. She leans back and slides up her shirt before taking it off completely and tossing it to the floor. His eyes widened as he watched stunned as she took of her singlet tossing it aside as well. She smiled slightly her face now flushed as well. “I know my body isn’t as attractive as that models.” She said running a hand through her hair.

At her soft spoken words he snapped out of his daze grabbing hold of her arm and pulling her down to him. Kissing her roughly his tongue slipping past her surprised lips exploring her mouth his hands moving to her hips rubbing up at down her skin as they counting their passionate kiss before pulling away from each other for breath. “Your body is gorgeous.” He said breathlessly before kissing her once more. She didn’t know how to respond to that. “..w-well I’m glad you like it…” she said kissing him once more while her fingers play with the waistband of his underwear. She pulls away once more stuffing down the bed on her kneels a little before pulling down his underwear his hardened length standing almost straight up. He shudders slightly at the feeling of her breath against it her hand grasps it gently her thumb moving up and down it slowly before she lent down taking the tip into her mouth. His eyes widened at her action before he groaned softly precum dripping onto her mouth as she using her tongue to lick around the tip almost playing with it. Her free hand reaches down to her own heat and starts to stroke herself using her underwear as friction against her pearl closing her eyes she focuses on taking more of him into her mouth using her tongue as much as she can. She moves her underwear to the side before sliding her fingers against her wet outer walls. He shudders his eyes watering as he feels himself close to climaxing.

She moans against his length as she starts to insert her fingers inside of herself groaning when she starts to pump them inside of herself. His eyes start to water before he lets out a high pitched strangled moan as he came inside he mouth his body shuddering at the warm of her mouth. Her eyes widened at the feeling of his fluid inside her mouth. She swallowed it subconsciously as she pulled away. His eyes wide at the realisation of what she did. “Y-yOu DiDn’T hAvE tO swallow it!” He said his voice breaking in surprise. “It was an accident.” She said unashamed as she sat up shimmying her way up to his thighs once more her hand never leaving his length as she started to stroke his length feeling it harden once more against her hand. He shivers at the movement his eyes wavering slightly as he bit his lip once more watching as she lined herself up before slowly inserting the tip of his length into her before lowering herself onto him. His eyes widened at her action before letting out a groan feeling her warm wet walls around his length making him shudder as he welcomed the comforting warmth legs shuddering slightly as he sighed. She lets out a breath her eyes watering slightly as she started to move herself against his shaft biting her lip as she clenched her eyes shut.

She huffed as she continued every time taking more of him inside of herself until he was completely inside of her taking stopping for a moment her eyes watery as she took a deep breath before moving starting to move once more letting out a groan her hands clutching at the remaining clothing on Azul’s waist. His eyes widened as he finally looked up at her face looking at her dishevelled hair sweat dripping down her forehead her watery half lidded eyes. He let out a breath at the beauty he saw in her. He placed his hands on her thighs rubbing his hands against them soothingly as he stared to grind his hips up into hers. She let out a breathy moan liking to feeling of his movements. They continued their messy movements his length pressing different spots inside of her as she got closer to her own high. He quivered and moaned feeling himself close once against grinding up against quicker as he shuddered feeling himself release inside her his legs shaking as they raised up slightly his eyes watering his glasses now disheveled as he watched her grind against him not stopping as she chased her own high. Once he calmed down slightly he started to trust up into her wanting to make her feel just as good as him.

She moaned feeling her walls quiver slightly before she leans over clutching his shirt drool dripping from her mouth as he continues his thrusts like he hand all the energy in the world. She moaned as she felt him press against a sweet spot inside of her as he contours trust against it. Her eyes shuddered as she felt herself come undone her walls clenching around his hardened length as she lets out a low moan her body quivering as she hauled her movements. He groaned as he felt himself come undone once more moaning against her ear as he quivered his movements slowing into they completely stopped his arms wrapping around her as she laid against his chest their breathing heavy their hearts beating fast in their chests. They took so many deep breaths trying to calm down until they did. He sighed as he used his partly regained strength to lift her of of his length shuddering slightly as the cool air hit it. He rubbed her back gently. “My dear, please lay down.” He said still catching his breath as she nodded and rolled over into the bed next to him her face staring at him with a soft smile. He smiled back at her before rolling over and kissing her forehead before sitting up and fixing himself. “Where are you going?” She asked her voice croaky. “Just to get something to clean up. I’ll be back in a moment my dear.” He said standing up and not looking at her as he walked went to get a towel. Pausing in the mirror to fix himself once more seeing how disheveled he was.

She would fall asleep before he returned as he washed his face and screamed in his head at what just happened. She must never know what face he had before he left the room. She must never know how embarrassed he looked and how he almost couldn’t bear to look at her in her disheveled state knowing that he probably could have done more to her. How he didn’t want to stop but knowing he had to stop for her sake. His inner turmoil would continue for at least half an hour even after he returned and cleaned her up and laid down next to her. And her not waking once only snuggling up against him.

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Anyway that’s it hope you enjoyed. Next is Jade.

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things-arent-what-they-seem66 · 23 hours ago

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Stuck To Our Past

Inspired and based on the comic by @rius-cave ! This will probably be multiple parts, I saw on twitter it might be 100+ pages. If you haven't seen the comic yet go feast your eyes!!

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Lucifer groaned as he started to wake up to the sound of someone calling out to him. It felt like his head was underwater and that the voice was far away. But as he started to wake up more the voice got louder, Lucifer noted it was that if a man, his voice was soft yet concerned.

"....Uci......Luci? Finally, are you up?" That voice was so familiar, when Lucifer finally opened his eyes he was confused as to why Adam was leaning over him looking concerned. "Hey, are you okay?"

Groggily, Lucifer sat up and Adam backed away a bit. "Adam?" Why was he here?

Adam raised a brow. "Yeah who else? Do you know where we are? Is this a new place you guys created? Its..... kinda small no offense." Lucifer was so fucking confused and to add a layer of confusion, why the fuck was Adam naked!?

"Why are you butt ass naked?"

Adam tilted his head cutely. "What do you mean?"

Before Lucifer answered him he looked past him around the room they were in. It was a nice room, though there wasn't much in it apart from the bed they were on, a stand with a tv and a plant in the corner of the room probably just to give the place some color, everything was very grey. Lucifer got off the bed, his hat was on the floor so he picked it up and put it back on. "Hold that thought."

He went over to the only window in the room, maybe he could open it and see where they are, the glass was tinted very black so he couldn't see. Lucifer rattled the window and when it didn't move he snapped his fingers to use his magic. He's leaving one way or another.

Only he magic didn't work.

Lucifer growled and snapped multiple times growing more frustrated with each failed attempt. "What the fuck!?"

Adam blinked. "What's that?"

Lucifer turned to look at him. "Come again?"

"What's that word you keep saying? 'Fuck'?"

Huh? Adam swore more than Luicfer did how did he not know? "What are you...." Then it hit him like a freight train, Adam being in no clothes, asking questions, being super nice and not yelling at him or poking fun at him like he does in meetings. "Holy shit! Adam!"

"Yes? That's me. Are you okay Luci?"

Luci.

" 'Luci'? You haven't called me that since..... since.... Oh Satan's balls."

Since Eden.

Before he could ask Adam anything else the tv on the stand dinged to life and a message appeared on the screen. Curious, Adam and Lucifer went over to the tv to see what it said.

The screen read:

Minimum requirements to escape: Pentitrative sex, each partner must have at least one orgasm. 30 minute time limit. Punishment for failing these requirements will result in death from Poisonous Angelic Gas.

Lucifer was fucking pissed. "ARE YOU-"

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"--SHITTING ME!?" Adam, the one not from Eden but the commander of the exterminators sans his helmet reefed on the window trying to get out of the room he was trapped in with the angel version of Lucifer. "No, no no no no no no no no NO FUCKING WAY!!" He glared at the window that refused to open.

Adam will blast his fucking way out of here. He held up his hands to summon his holy light to shoot a hole into the wall....... Only for nothing to happen. What the fuck!? He turned to glare at Luicfer who was sitting on the bed, he may look like he did in Eden but this fucker is no angel! "YOU! THIS IS YOUR FUCKING FAULT!!" He pointed his finger directly at him.

Lucifer jumped and his jaw dropped. "What!? How is this my fault? I have no idea what's going on here!"

Adam stomped over and got in his face, he was getting sick if him pretending to not know what's going on, this is clearly the work of the devil. "I don't know what kind of sick joke you're trying to pull here, but its the lamest fucking one I've ever heard in my afterlife." Adam fixed his posture and gestured to what Lucifer was wearing. "Seriously, you're even wearing that again?" He was dressed like he was his angel self back in Eden.

Lucifer bristled and poked Adam in the chest. "This is what i always wear! If anything you're the suspicious one! You're supposed to be Adam? Adam is a human, God's newest creation and-.....Oh! I get it! It's you Michael isn't it?" Lucifer walked around Adam and poked at various parts of his body. "Well you did a piss poor job at this disguise. I mean, have you ever even met Adam? The poor guy doesn't even know what clothes are! And you didn't hide your wings. And Adam doesn't look this beat down by life."

Adam growled, hebhad heard enough of his bull shit and snatched his hand off of his wing, holding it tight. "Shut your mouth right now unless you want me to shove your back stabbing hand down your throat."

Lucifer got his hand back and couldn't believe what he was hearing. "Back stabbing...?"

Adam glared, "Oh and now you're going to play the victim." He went and sat on the bed. "Why don't you do humanity a favor and choke on the next bag of dicks you find." He glared at the far wall, his head resting on his one hand.

Lucifer was so shocked, he didn't know what to think. This had to be Adam he spoke with such conviction he sounded so hurt..... He sat on the bed beside Adam and looked him over. He saw it and now he felt like shit. "So, you're really Adam?"

Adam scoffed and gave him the side eye before answering him. "Oh what gave that away? The giant fucking 'A' on my clothes or the fact that I've had the same fucking face since I was created? Did you brain get deep fried in Hell too?"

Lucifer blinked, Hell? What was that? "Uh..." Gently he reached out to place his hand on Adams shoulder, only to flinch away slightly at the glare and the growl that Adam emmitted from low in his throat. "Look Adam, I don't know what's going on or what this place is. Last thing I knew I was flying down to Eden to pay you a visit. We were going to play around in the waterfall today. Remember?" He looked at Adam hoping that he would remember that day, a day that wws supposed to be happy.

Adam looked down for a minute, that day flashing in his memory and how bittersweet it was now. He glanced at Lucifer. "Yeah and that was when you told me about Lilith being created."

Shock was a mild feeling to what rocked through Lucifer in that moment. How did he know!? "What? H-How did you know that? It was supposed to be a surprise."

"Look, I don't know what's going on here, but it's been more than ten thousand years since that day." Adam leaned in to look Luicfer in the eye his heated glare piercing into the angel. "If that's really the last thing you remember then congratulations you've managed to forget how you fucked up an entire species let alone my life."

Lucifer knit his eyebrows together, he didn't know what that meant. "Adam, I don't-"

The TV on the stand chimed again letting them know of the time limit yet again, only it was decreasing.

25 Minutes remain of time limit.

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Back in the next room over with the King of Hell and the Adam from Eden, Luicfer was pacing trying to figure out who could have been behind this whole thing. It didn't make any sense. "Shit, shit, shit! I've tried everything and nothing is working. Who could be behind this?" Adam got off the bed and sunk to the floor, he noticed the chest at the foot of the bed and opened it.

Lucifer tapped his chin in thought. "Sera? No she doesn't have this fucked up of a sense of humor. Gabriel? No he's far too stupid. The bathroom had no exit either, there must be some angel magic involved if I can't use my magic."

Adam pulled out a pink thing that looked similar to his penis. Why was it pink and why did it vibrate? He put it back as Luicfer kept talking to himself. He was so confused.

"Luci?"

Lucifer stopped to look at Adam who was now standing with his arms crossed over his chest and...... dick proudly hanging for all to see. "Yes?"

"You've been making weird hand gestures to the air and mumbling to yourself for five minutes. Could you tell me what's going on? I hate it when you hide things like this from."

Lucifer looked him over, his eyes lingered on his dick a little longer than he ment it to. His face warmed before looking away and sighing.

If this was real then there was truely no way out of this then to..... Then to.....

"Well..... This is hardly what I thought I'd be doing on my Saturday morning but what the hell." Lucifer went over to Adam, reached his hand up to cup the back of his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. Adam jolted, caught off guard, his cheeks tinted pink as Lucifer deepened the kiss with his tongue.

Adam pulled away and looked at his best friend in shock. "Luci!! W-what-?" Lucifer took a hold of his arm and got him to look him in the eye.

"Liaten Adam, there's no time to explain. You're going to have to trust me or something very bad is going to happen. Do you understand?" Adam nodded, if this was to keep them both safe than he would happily help Luci. "Do you trust me?" Another nod, Lucifer's eyes half lidded and voice smooth like silk. "Good." Lucifer closed the gap between them again and Adam felt his face grow warmer.

They kissed for a little while, when they separated for a moment a thin string of saliva connected their lips as Lucifer got Adam to sit on the bed. Lucifer loosened his tie and started to remove his clothes starting with his shirt and hat that he tossed on the floor.

He got between Adam's legs and kissed and sucked on his neck making Adam moan with need. Shit, this should not be working for him this well, Lucifer could feel his pants getting tighter.

"Luci?" Adams soft voice brought him out of his thoughts and oh shit..... How did Adam manage to make himself look so pretty and desirable like that? His eyes glazed over, some drool running down his chin and his face deliciously pink. "Are we...... Going to mate?"

Luicfer couldn't help the pull of his lips into a huge grin, eyes glowing as he looked at Adam. Oh, how long had he waited? "Oh Adam...... You have no idea.~"

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"FUCK NO!....... OVER MY DEAD BODY! ........ NO WAY IN HELL!!" Sex toys and dildos were flung against the wall as Adam went through the chest at the foot of the bed. Each one serving to piss him off even more than the last. If this guy thinks he's going to stick anything like this up his ass he has another thing coming.

Lucifer was trying and failing to calm him down so they could get out of here. "Adam, stop being so-" He ducked out of the way as a pink dildo was thrown at his, nearly knocking his hat off. "- Goddamned difficult! We're running out of time!"

Adam glared, he was holding another dildo to throw that was blue in color and looked kind of like a tentacle. Who the fuck was into this shit!? "Well good! Let it run out! Maybe that angelic gas will actually manage to shut you up!!" Just as he was going to throw the toy, Lucifer caught his wrist.

Lucifer was so done with his little temper tantrum. "You're gonna die too if that happens idiot."

Adam dropped the toy and pulled his hand away. "Wouldn't be the first time. Who's fucking fault was that, hmm?"

Lucifer had to try and reason with Adam, for both their sakes. "Adam please, you gotta believe me. Something weird is going on. I don't think we're from the same time periods, I don't remember-"

Adam laughed harshly making the angel flinch, he had this crazed look in his eyes. "And you think I give a shit what you remember!? Want to walk down memory lane? How about this!"

He jabbed his finger into Lucifer's chest. "YOU introduced me to my bride, YOU told me to fuck her until her womb dried up! THEN YOU STOLE HER FROM ME AND GAVE ME A NEW WIFE AND MADE HER EAT THAT STUPID FUCKING APPLE SO YOU COULD FINISH FUCKING ME OVER!!" Once Adam started his rant he couldn't stop it, like word vomit coming out he just let it flow freely. He's been holding it in for ten thousand years. "All so you could have AAAALLLL your little whores on your side because ooooooh! Adam is such a piece of shit, he doesn't deserve dick does he!? Let's go ahead and DOOM the entire fucking human race because "Oh Lilith, they simply MUST see things JUST the way I see them because I know soooooo much better!" I TRUSTED YOU!! I thought you were my friend! I thought you understood better than all those shit head angels! You ruined my life and now you show up like this!? Like when I used to......"

Adam cut his rant off and pulled away from Lucifer for a moment. His heart was pounding from his anger and his rant. "To....." Adam blinked the emotion out of his eyes, he didn't want to cry even if the memory was too painful. In Eden, Lucifer meant so much more to him than just being his best friend.

Lucifer was shocked at the admission, he had no idea....... Slowly, he moved so that he could cup Adams cheek with his hand. "I'm..... I'm so sorry Adam, I have no idea why I would do any of that to you. I..." He got a little closer, keeping his tone soft as he got Adam to look at him. "Adam, please you have to believe me I...... I love you."

#adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer x adam #guitarduck #adam x lucifer #Stuck To Our Past #fic based off of art

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sunkissedliterarylightofchrist · 2 days ago

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I never thought that I would say anything like this, but here it is: I think Twenty One Pilots should take the Dude Perfect route.

Let me explain.

For the first ten years of being Dude Perfect, they just seemed like normal guys. Having an overnight miracle success of a YouTube channel that did sports trick shots, and over time expanded to humor, funny skits making fun of stereotypes, challenges and battles, and became a kid’s entertainment thing. Parents got really excited about them because they were super clean, and one of the only channels that many felt like they could press play on and walk away. A lot of people could tell that there was a glimmer of something special about them, but nobody could quite put their finger on it. But as more time passed, and the more successful they got, the more hints they dropped. They kept referencing Bible verses or Christian values in their videos, but it was a blink-and-its-gone deal. Something that made you go 'huh' over.

Then one day, almost five years ago now, their documentary dropped and BAM! It becomes VERY obvious how Christian they are. Speedrun through it and you'll see. And then, if you go digging into old stuff of theirs, they still have a lot of the same alluding to someone 'greater', but it was just less obvious at the time. They've been proclaiming Christ's name since Day One, just in different ways. But now its more bold then ever. I saw this really funny short comparing them then vs now that went "DP in 2012: *trick shot happens* 'Let's go!' DP now: *trick shot happens* 'Let's go, praise God!'" And its so true! It's beautiful to see. Now, after each one of their live shows, they give a short, 5-10 minute presentation of the gospel message. And every podcast or interview that I've seen them do since has them talking about Jesus in some way, shape, or form, in a very obvious manner, even if the interviewer is trying to steer them away from that topic. They can't shut up about Christ.

They reached the height of fame, and saw that they had to point all of their success to the source- Jesus. And they've done it incredibly well.

They're still the same funny guys who make the same type of vidoes- mainstream on their channel, they don't talk about Christianity all the time. In fact, in the videos themselves, they've kinda had the same quiet references and pointing to glory to someone else that they always have. But now, with everything else, they've staked their claim on God so boldy for the entire world to see, and have no problem with their company going to pot as long as God is glorified and they can show others the why behind what they're doing.

So. How does this go back to Twenty One Pilots?

Tyler and Josh have made it in music. Top of the industry, to some extent. And this entire time, they've had lots of Christian imagery and ever so obviously talking about it without every really solidly talking about it. But they've never commited. Never hung up a banner for Christ and proclaimed Him and the Gospel to the world. And I think they really need too.

And I'm saying the 'Dude Perfect route' specifically, because they don't need to do a total 180 and now only ever have Christian worship as their music. (Although that would be AWESOME and I would not mind it at all- same as I would love it if DP started a full-on Christian ministry or something like that.) They can still do similar stuff in their music, but just be bolder about it, and then in interviews and more 'public' situations point everything back to Christ, and SAY that's exactly what drives them and who they are OBVIOUSLY, not only live off of imagery and double-meaning anymore.

Because what's the point of Paul writing Romans 1:16 if we as believers aren't going to live it out?

Yes, as soon as you say 'Jesus' some people will automatically be driven away. DP experienced that. I'm sure Tyler and Josh have to, on a smaller level in their personal lives perhaps. But thinking logistically here, if they crashed and went kaput tommorow, they'd have enough money to live comfortably for the rest of their lives. And thinking what God calls for us to do here, they honestly seem to be avoiding it at this point. I don't know. But there will never be any point of them talking about living for something greater than yourself if you never say what that something (someone) is. That's the conclusion Dude Perfect came to, and the one I hope Tyler and Josh come to as well.

#and yeah sadly there is a chance of them having drifted away from God at this point- i dont know and im not going to speculate rn #but this is me having hopeful thinking here #and assuming they are still Christian #sunkissedliterarylightofchrist #twenty one pilots #dude perfect #christian #christianity #christian faith #christian living #music #videos #jesus

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freuleinanna · 15 hours ago

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Oh heyyy! I'm sorry for barging in, but I saw it today and I just couldn't unthink that! I hope you maybe like it <3 gif just for the vibes

Actors AU | Agatha and Rio are exes who have had a child together, lost a child together, and are now forced to work together again.

Word count: approx. 3000

Grief and trauma are a big theme, so is healing. Namedrops of the characters are irrelevant and are for fun. It's not a TV series meta, I just thought it would be hehe fonny. Social handle's made up too.

AO3 link

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‘So, what can we expect in terms of, uh, in terms of the dynamics between the two of you?’

‘Ohhhhhhh, you know…’

‘I know, I do know! It’s too early in the stages and whatnot, but is there anything you can say? Are there any premises, any arcs for your characters already?’

A sly smile slithers across Rio’s lips. Agatha’s looking at her over her shoulder, unsure of what to say. The new project is all hushed up for now, of course.

‘I’m sensing some… hesitation here, ladies?’

Rio’s hand on her back, wrapping her hair around her finger in little curls. Eye contact, way too long. Fan-video-worth long. There’s a shitload of them all over the Internet, dubbed with the sappiest music and in-love-rose filter. Happy, happy.

‘Some insane shit, my guy,’ Rio finally chuckles.

‘Oh yeah?’

‘Oh, I mean, full on. It’s, like, plot-wise it’s demon hoards, and religion, and bloody sacrifices…’

‘What?!’

There she goes.

‘…but really it’s a commentary on acceptance, on the grief of living in this insane world, and like, unreal amount of trauma dumping. Yeah.’

Deadpan. No expression, just making shit up. Agatha’s nodding along.

‘Right, hon?’

‘Oh, yeah!’

Something clicks, and she’s game. Rio’s fingers in her hair, and the feeling is so light, so generous, it bursts out of her with laughter.

‘So much trauma! Uh-huh, ‘cause I’ll be playing the sacrificial lamb, and you’re…’

‘I’m gonna be the demonic priest. So, there you have it.’

‘A wild ride, for sure.’

The audience is riled up. Applause come. They laugh. Cameras are rolling, forever imprinting happiness onto the lenses, every last bit of it. It is one of the last bits, actually. It’s going to spill her guts on the floor when @agatharioreallove tags her on a clip a year later (before the news comes out), showing their happy, loving faces from exactly that interview.

And then, a billion of sad, my-heart-is-breaking-for-them tags.

FUCK, she’ll be hollering in the emptiness of the living room, FUCK! Can’t you leave us the hell alone?! Fucking…

For cunt’s sake.

Our child is dead.

Fuck.

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1 year later.

‘Thank you so much for showing up. I know it’s…’

The journalist is trying mad hard to be respectful, but also to still get a chewy piece.

‘How do you… How does one even do something like that?’

‘There’s a thing called contract, sweet cheeks.’

‘I mean, sure, but I’m… Wow, that was a raw thing to say.’

‘Things are raw.’

Awkward silence. There’s a glance over at the security guy, an unnerved tug at the collar.

‘What, do you expect us to murder each other live?’

‘Ha-ha.’

Nothing fucking funny about that.

‘I mean, everyone expected the project to get dropped, and… here you are, preparing to shoot. How was that? How was that decision made?’

Agatha’s hair in a tight bun, and she’s stroking a loose lock away from her face. Rio’s eyes are daggers. Agatha doesn’t need to look to know it.

How was it made?

Through cursing and screaming, that’s how. Kicking chairs across rooms. Throwing lamps at her agent, God bless her. Lilia’s a fucking saint draped in Sicilian shawl.

‘Aight.’

Rio fidgets, Agatha can hear it. Here’s the part she winces at, uncontrollably. Be a doll and think for a second, because you’re only not charged the lost potential value fee if you deliver the film by those scripts. What’s not clicking? And she wanted to tell that story. They both did, a love letter from parents to children. Who could’ve thought.

How was it made?

Rio’s hand perches to her shoulder, staying there like an all-too-familiar ghost. Spine tingles with rage.

‘It was hard. You can imagine…’

‘Sure… ’

‘…if you’re not an asshole. Are you?’

‘Oh, I’m—I’m not! I-- really--’

‘Good, then.’

Agatha’s dry chuckle is Oscar-worthy. She had bid a fortune on the script rights to buy them out, so she’s bound. And Rio? Rio’s completely went off the rails. Her brain train doesn’t even remember there were rails once. She’s lashed out so much she’s become a liability to everyone who has the displeasure of working with her. A bare-foot beggar in the woods is what she is without this film. So is Agatha, unfortunately. Two beggars clapping their naked ass-cheeks on the wind.

Unless they go through fucking hell.

With everybody watching.

Twenty minutes and gallons of constant internal vomit later, the interviewer stops the cameras, says goodbye, and leaves. Rio’s hand disappears. Agatha leans back and closes her eyes, waiting for another press-junket-junkie, back as straight as she’s never been.

Phone’s keyboard is spitting out quick, audible taps. Why, why does she always need to keep the sound on?

‘Fuck you.’

Agatha knows well that her voice has cracks in it. A decent amount of disdain too, she hopes. Taps are avalanching even quicker.

‘Aw, your first words to me. You haven’t been developing functional communication mechanisms, have you?’

Tap-tap-tap.

‘Go stand in the corner and die, Rio.’

‘Fuck you too.’

It’s so cold, she might have gotten frostbites. From their voices alone.

*********************

Table-reading / Rehearsals.

‘Okay, don’t be mad, but?..’

‘You don’t have to say it.’

‘It sucks balls. I’m sorry, but you just suck balls.’

‘I do no such thing, ever.’

Teen’s face wrinkles with worry. Billy, Bobby, Tommy, Toby? Whatever. He’s a teen, so, he’s Teen. A plucky assistant, and a huge pain in her moral ass.

‘Could you maybe… Cunty filter off, okay?’

‘Ugh, Teen.’

Still, Agatha’s looking this twig of a kid over, feeling worry build in the ruins of her insides.

‘What else are they saying?’ She smirks with venom. ‘Besides our chemistry being off?’

‘Basically, that it’s a Mariana Trench of flaming shit, but that it still has to be done.’

She nods, un-amused. Yeah, otherwise it’s another pile of fees, liabilities, script ownership debates, the whole petty army of Hollywood law-humpers on her back. Teen is slurping on his… blue-colored god-knows-what. Then stops, under her glare.

Rio’s afar, in the distance. Like she’s always been since… Well. Since Nicky.

‘I can’t,’ Agatha whispers before she can stop it, and clutches at her coat nervously, realizing she’s said it aloud. There’s something strangely calming in a way Teen avoids touching her, but remains just behind her shoulder, listening softly. ‘I can’t, I—I can’t.’

‘Can’t what?’

She shakes her head. Rio’s there. So is anger, so is hurt, so is everything scorching, manifesting in her oh-so-loved-once face. So is missing her fingers curling up her hair. But more, still anger.

‘I can’t say those things. The script. Not in a meaningful way. Not when--’

‘How else are you supposed to say it?’

‘Huh?’

Her comforting assistant steps from one foot to another, then lowers himself to the level of her chair. His voice crackles with nerves. His shadow supports hers. He’s saying things Agatha never wants to hear, because Nicky died, but the script brings her and Rio into a nightmare of a centuries-old witch and Death incarnate battle over a child’s soul.

‘You’ve lived them. How else are you supposed to say those things? You’ve lived them.’

Happy videos of their faces, laced fingers, loving gazes during the interview. Sad montages and thousands of close-ups of them visibly drawing away from each other at the hint of a touch. Hurting like the sun, spilling red while falling to the doom. Fuck.

‘Why don’t you go fuck yourself with a straw, huh?’

‘Sure. Okay.’

*******************************

Shooting: Day whatever, because at this point, everyone’s frustrated.

‘Oh, shit.’

‘Is she drunk?’

‘Fucking impossible— Somebody get Vidal in her trailer!’

‘Do we keep a setup?’

‘For fuck’s-- ’

‘That’s a PR nightmare.’

‘She’s not gonna sober up, is she?’

‘Not before she vomits half her stomach down the sewers, she’s not. Un-fucking-believable. Can somebody get Harkness?’

‘She’s gonna kill her.’

‘Maybe don’t tell her, smartass?’

‘She’s gonna know, and then she’s gonna kill her.’

‘What a mess.’

‘Leave it, just… everything, leave it. And get Alice to Jen for make-up. We’re gonna reschedule her scenes for today.’

‘What an A-list crap-pile on meth.’

****************

When Rio sobers up, it’s not entirely clear whether she’s dead or not, but she thinks, well. Either way there are hook-bladed daggers buried in her body, tugging in all directions at once. Hangover or hell, not much difference.

The hardest of daggers, the sharpest and most resilient one, turns out to be a scythe. And it’s in Agatha’s eyes.

‘Alive?’

A familiar voice makes the bells toll. Deep tonality of disappointment, the one which roots in hurt and blooms with blame, is a homesick sound.

‘Unfortunately so.’

‘Good. I need you alive for being skinned by the crew tomorrow.’

‘Gee,’ she croaks. ‘Sounds hot.’

Managing to pull herself into a sitting position, Rio wipes her mouth.

‘I kinda hoped I’ll just black out for the rest of the shooting. No luck, then.’

All signs are there: Agatha’s trembling hands, the way she keeps gesticulating with her whole palms in frustration. Her hateful stare, of course. There’s a storm coming. Hurricane Harkness, ready to pour molten steel. Rio sneers, taking it.

‘Come on, I know you have words.’

‘God, you’re a bitch.’ That, Agatha says with her whole chest without missing a beat, as though grateful for a convenient way of spitting some of the pain out. Those words unlock her frustrated lips. ‘Why. Seriously, why now? Neither of us wanted to do it. We’ve gone through a minefield, got fucked in the ass by every interviewer ever with a hot poker and a sympathy lube. Why not just… Do it and be gone, huh? Rio? Just one fucking movie. Why the fuck do you need to act up now?’

‘Because now, it hurts.’

And Agatha’s eyes dart away in a habit so shivery and familiar, it burns Rio’s chest worse than years of mutual blame. The woman who’s never been her wife, the woman who’s shared a son with her; now the woman who’s been so enraged, so devastated, so focused on her own irreplaceable loss that she couldn’t bring herself to look at Rio’s. Because, what if she recognizes the same pain?

People are fucking nutjobs.

‘It hurts, Agatha,’ Rio repeats quietly, with careful weight placed on each word. ‘Because I lost him too, and I didn’t get to live through my pain. I was handling yours.’

‘Oh, please.’

‘Guess it’s catching up on me.’

Hangovers don’t gently break your ribs, Rio knows. So it must be something else, like truth. Agatha’s disbelieving fury is war-like.

‘What, you got a different story?’ Rio teases, despite desperately wanting not to. Don’t tip the scale, thoughts echo, why are you like that? Why are you doing this? Why now?

Because. It. Hurts.

‘You left, Rio. When I needed you the most, you left.’

‘Needed me?’

‘And now you’re strutting back to, what exactly? Give your feelings a performance?’

‘You’ve shut me out.’

Heavy breathing. Some metallic croaking in the voice.

‘I’ve?--’

‘You’ve scolded me out. You’ve frozen me out, Agatha. You needed a space to grieve and you locked the fucking door beh--’

She stops abruptly. Draws air to say the only thing that mattered.

‘I was alone.’ I was grieving, and you couldn’t look at my face. I was grieving, and your own grief was just too big to notice mine. ‘Suppose I’d stayed. With all the time in the world, would you have hated me less?’

She sees locks of Agatha’s hair swing, heartbreakingly beautiful. Always the little things that destroy you.

‘I didn’t hate you.’

‘No?’ It’s cruel to smile. The alternative is weeping.

‘No.’

‘You sure hid it well, then.’

‘Rio, I--’

It’s a muscle memory, alright. Bodies remembering how to intertwine, how to save each other from loneliness. Hands reaching out. Breath aching to get mixed. It almost, almost happens. The warmth of it flees just before a newer, colder habit kicks in, which isn’t completely unlike cutting through arteries of hope drying in the air.

The woman Rio’s engraved into her lungs yanks them out with her need to blame someone, anyone, and walks away, still holding them.

‘I can’t, I—Don’t do that to me.’

‘I’m not doing anything.’

‘I can’t.’

‘I know.’

A beat of silence.

‘I’m done, Agatha.’ Rio smirks, broken. ‘You win. From now on, I’ll be on my best behavior.’

Agatha Harkness, an unbearable load-mouth and a genius pervert with cussing, bites her tongue and leaves. Rio feels like Death.

***************************************

Shooting: Pivotal day.

The day everyone remembers, but nobody talks about.

And then—Life.

Not at once, and not beautiful. Life isn’t a fragile flower blossoming out of nowhere. Life is actually someone’s gooey remains, definitely someone’s shit at some point, and there’s nothing fragile about it. It fights and claws, but given time, it overcomes people and buildings alike. It grows. It grows.

Given time, it stops running from the dirt whence it came, and starts reaching down with roots to accept the unthinkable.

Flowers fallen out of Agatha’s hair are white. Her hands are covered in fresh soil. Streaming down her face, tears bitter and gentle.

‘Please, my love!’

Death stops before a weeping mother. Cameras are rolling, Rio’s mind has completely switched off. Everything’s blank. Pulsating sounds in her ears are ringing with the remnants of please, my love – and Agatha’s horrifying expression. Something bruised and raw from familiarity, with which it comes.

Death – or Rio – shouldn’t rage against her helplessness. Death takes children, after all, it’s a known fact. Sometimes, it’s just… It’s just unfair. And sometimes, even Death – and Rio – can’t take being the reason for such heartbreak.

‘I can offer--’ she starts. Then, ‘No.’

Some muttering, well-earned, is heard from behind.

‘I can offer only time,’ someone whispers, reminding her of the line.

‘I know,’ she says. Then again, ‘No.’

Agatha’s face is shaded with concern.

‘What are you?--’

‘I can’t offer time.’

Taking up the skirts of her dress, Rio steps forward, toward her. Agatha draws back. Agatha the actor is wrecking her nails against stone, trying to fight Agatha… Rio’s Agatha.

‘Boys die.’

Rio nearly chokes on those words, and still it isn’t as bad as Agatha’s reaction. Invisible to anyone who’s not close enough, anger, bitterness, and grief birth real tears, instantly hot over the camera ones. But Rio is close, isn’t she? She is. For the first time in what feels like centuries of roaming wild, she’s actually there.

‘Boys die,’ she whispers, ‘and it’s never fair, but they do. And there isn’t time enough to heal that pain.’

‘Stop this.’

‘I can’t bring him back…’

‘I’m serious, Rio, stop this!’

‘…because I haven’t taken anything.’

She burns her fingers on Agatha’s face, yet it’s still worth touching it.

‘It’s not your fault, it’s not mine either.’

‘We loved him.’

Thousands of clips all over the Internet, of them showing off their happiness.

Aww, they’re the best parents <3

I NEED them to be my parents!!!

Sweet music.

Heart emojis.

Wait, are they actually raising a kid together???????

Talking about Nicky.

Talking, talking, unable to contain that joy.

And on that, Agatha breaks. Her lips twitch with a sob. Rio’s on the ground beside her, holding her face in a way that urges to listen. And her Agatha, not the character or the actor, is crying into her open palm.

‘I wanted more time. I just wanted more time, that’s all, I--’

‘We loved him so much that it… broke something, when he died.’

‘How can…’ From under closed eyes, more grief. Then a gaze so piercingly blue, it staggers Rio with ferocity of color. ‘How can I live with that? How can you live with that? How does everything not remind you of him, huh? How are you not – so – angry? Why – were you not – angry?’

Nobody could have possibly thought they’re ad-libbing. Yet nobody intervened, bless the fools. In the shadow of Rio’s face, Agatha’s darkened eyes glint almost purple.

‘I needed you to be angry, along with me. I needed you to be fucking furious about his death, and you just…’

‘Accepted it.’

Rio nods, and feels her own tears, warm and heavy like August rain. Some of them drop of Agatha’s hands. Their hands and their tears come together.

‘Because, Agatha,’ she’s barely resisting the sobbing herself. Perhaps, that’s how Death feels. Rio nods with heartbreak and compassion, and inevitability they bring. ‘Because, Agatha, boys die.’

I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry that they do, and there’s nothing I could do about it, but I forgot that people die too, from suffering. We almost died, too, right next to each other.

Agatha’s chest is heaving with breath. She’s fighting against Rio’s hands, and then she’s holding them, and then her arms are pressing Rio closer with all their strength.

‘I’m so sorry. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.’ For not listening. For being angry with you, because you weren’t ready to accept. For not fully understanding. For lashing out. For leaving.

‘I didn’t—I—I’m sorry,’ for not acknowledging your loss. For needing my fury so much, I thought I’d stopped needing you. For blaming you.

And suddenly flowers bloom.

Not literally, of course, but they bloom in how Agatha’s fully sobbing into the crook of Rio’s neck. They also bloom in how Rio’s holding her: gently, stroking her back all the while. Wrapping little curls of hair around her fingers. Most of them bloom on their lips as they touch skin. Blessing, apologizing, healing.

Desperation and trauma are flowing up, up, toward grief and by it, up again, to the bright-red rage, around the gigantic ill-intentioned walls, over broken pieces of good memories thrown against it, toward air. Toward breathing.

Toward love,

and having spent years half-severed only to find that each deconstructed piece still fits perfectly as you hold each other tight,

and even toward kissing the salt.

Toward, it seems, life.

Because it’s always the cycle, isn’t it?

Out of death, life.

Actor au where they are exes who had a kid together but never got married but then the kid died(because i hate happy people) then they are forced to work with each other and drama ensue

#I may not write trauma well but i wanted to bring some healing #these bitches make my rusty ass write ugh #agathario #agathario fic #agatha harkness #rio vidal #agathario au #agatha x rio #rio x agatha #actors au #agatha all along

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