#secret origins verse

[destiny-in-the-universe]

of phantoms and felines [DannyMay 2024: Wander]

okay, so- this is pretty out there in terms of my older prompts for dannymay and yes, i am well aware this is the last day- i will write all the others, but give me time; i am losing my mind over here because coming up with ideas is so hard sometimes but

this is meant to be for dannymay prompt "wander", but it's still an incredibly loose interpretation of it! (literally it's because of danny 'wandering' to paris, france for some of the summer-); this is admittedly not my best work and i am so embarrassed but there you go!

of phantoms and felines

Fandom(s): Danny Phantom, Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Series: Secret Origins: The Misadventures of World's Heroes

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56268331

i hope you come to enjoy this! i haven't done crossover fanfic in so long, and if the personalities and/or characterizations are off- i am so sorry, oh my lord please forgive me (it will get better, just give me time heh)

[secret-origins-crossover]

Okay, so.

I know Secret Trio is not at the hype it used to be in, buuuttt since Secret Origins has gotten quite the bit of attention - I was wondering if anyone might want to see a server for it?

I’m hoping to see this series eventually reach its end at some point but well, hyperfixation is as hyperfixation does. I want to see this crossover at its entirety, but seriously would anyone want to join a discord server?

[unlocked-doors-verse]

Updates on Secret Origins

To keep things from getting too cluttered, I decided separating the Origins universe from Mystery Kids might work better in the long run; if anyone wants to follow me on @secret-origins-crossover then please feel free to!

This is mostly going into a quick, not too in depth version of what to expect for Secret Origins and the main arcs within it! To briefly explain, it is a joint crossover between Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja, Danny Phantom, American Dragon: Jake Long, and Miraculous Ladybug. The Secret Origins arc is meant to be a five-part prequel of how the characters met, and will expand unto a main series with more shenanigans.

Arc Overview

[UNTITLED] - Part 1 of 5: An unexpected family vacation leads to Danny and the rest of the Fentons spending a week in Paris, France; things take a sudden turn when he begins realizing there are more heroes than he thoughts- now teaming up with Ladybug and Chat Noir, Danny is likely in over his head (though that absolutely will not stop him from discovering something much bigger is happening.

[DETAILS PENDING] Parts 2-5: These will focus on the main character introductions, with part five being the final installation- which pans into the second arc.

Fandom Tags

secret origins au/verse/crossover / origins universe - main tag

secret origins lore - lore tag

phan noir (platonic!) - friendship tag for chat noir and danny fenton/phantom

More will be dropped eventually!

~ Mod Danny (They/Them)

[secretsiwhispertothemoon]

i saw the quote

"you can easily return to the past but no one is there”

and I’ve been thinking about it for the last 48 hours

and oh dont I yearn so deeply for the past, for my past, i long to go back to that place, my home, but it doesn’t exist, not now and maybe it never did, sometimes I wonder if I ever saw it for what it was cause when I try to look all I see is white flags but my scars tell me that they were once both the same colour, so I am left homeless in four walls and a roof, my bag by the door.

[gavotte-paradisio]

Beauty

A song by the Mad Herald (one of my Meadowlark/Yaelokre OC's)

There once was a beautiful baby

Her mother said that she was sent by a god

But as she began to grow older

It was clear that she was quite odd

Beauty, where have you gotten to?

Beauty, where have you been?

To have such a gorgeous mind up in the moonlands

Why, it is almost a sin

She fought with both teachers and other children

In her wake, left a river of tears

Yet the tears made her only seem stranger

So she grew up a bundle of fears

Beauty, where have you gotten to?

Beauty, where have you been?

To have such a gorgeous mind up in the moonlands

Why, it is almost a sin

She finally found her a calling

And dutifully stayed the course

Yet the footpath seemed so long and daunting,

For most of her peers owned a horse

Beauty, where have you gotten to?

Beauty where have you been?

To have such a gorgeous mind up in the moonlands

Why, it is almost a sin

But then the unthinkable happened

The Beauty vanished in thin air

She left not a note to her kinfolk

But she's glad to be out of their hair

Some say she drowned in the river

Some say she ran off with a prince

Some say she's a sprite in the forest

All we know is no one's seen her since

Beauty, where are you going?

Beauty, where have you gone?

And how did we not see this coming?

For you always were an odd one

[lsdoiphin]

Wasn't happy with how I was drawing Ancha so I made some alterations to my approach. Much better.

Over the years she has become quite skilled at wearing and tolerating her silly little court outfits to appease the public, but she does often find herself yearning for the freedom of her sporting clothes. (Or better yet, total nudity.)

[poetess-trobadour]

Today, was a day.

Embraced in joys and sorrows;

Listen, love: enough was a day if all you did was

Lived it, breathed it, were here.

My day was one of those days,

Entangling me in sorrows more than joys, yet —

I have survived another one.

Darling, have a day,

If having a good one is too much;

Day by day, outlive all of your sorrows.

When a day happens to you,

Embrace yourself with understanding.

Listen, love: night is not meant to last forever,

Let yourself see the sun rise again.

Acrostic, November 2018

[foliarlight]

* VERSE. & |   HONKAI: STAR RAIL.

✧ Fullbody reference for his appearance in this verse. ✧ Alhaitham is of the Erudition Path and uses the Imaginary Element. His primary weapon is a sword that resembles a scimitar, though he also uses refraction and mirrors in his kit. These are technological constructs created through digital means. His combat style heavily resembles the trope of a spellsword in this verse, though he does not use real magic and the skills merely resemble such. He is a quick and efficient fighter, his attacks typically doing widespread damage to swiftly end an encounter. ✧ He is classified as an android and may appear similar to Sheila upon first glance. However, his AI processes are far superior and so advanced that they can barely be distinguished from humans. He was a prototype formerly created by the Aeon of Rebirth ( Deshret's equivalent ) through ancient technology. On most occasions, he only introduces himself as a S.A.P.A ( " self-sustaining autonomous processing android " ) to avoid unnecessary questions and prying minds. Any further inquiries are met with silence, claiming that this data is prohibited without clearance. The name that was given to him by his former creator was Project-[V0L4NS.] Although he does not share this information, a part of him continues to identify with the name in spite of his chosen designation, " Alhaitham. " ✧ Deshret was an Aeon of Rebirth and Wisdom. Many Amber Eras ago he passed away in his incessant pursuit of knowledge and eventually paid the price. Before his ultimate demise, he managed to imbue his project with a fragment of his essence. Like many other Aeons who have passed away, what still remained of him was assimilated into the Erudition Nous and became apart of the greater path, his name gradually being forgotten.

✧ Literally no one knows where he is from and he refuses to elaborate, typically citing that it is confidential information that will not be shared. ✧ He is a member of the Intelligentsia Guild. Although he definitely has the potential to join the Genius Society and was offered to number among their ranks in the past, he has no interest in being put on some pedestal and has been far more content in this more lowkey position. Unfortunately, this invitation has not gone unnoticed and as a result, people still tend to approach him for all sorts of matters, making him a well known member of the guild. He is considered to be highly knowledgeable and analytical. ✧ He keeps to himself and is hard to find unless he wishes to be found. Most members of the Intelligentsia Guild know not to bother him once he has left the relevant premises and he ensures not to be roped into doing extra hours unless it is necessary. Good luck finding him once he left.

✧ Highly elaborated module for linguistics and ancient script. He utilizes this skill to decipher obscure knowledge that others may be incapable of reading. As such, he has accumulated a vast breadth of knowledge and has access to information that others may not. He is not dissimilar to an archivist, though some may also consider him a knowledge broker. This hails back to the ideals of the Intelligentsia Guild of circulating knowledge like currency, albeit Alhaitham rarely shares what he knows unless it is a fair trade — and even then, he only offers a miniscule percentage of it. ✧ Similar to his main verse, his " headphones " double as an auditory processing device, though they cannot be taken off and are an inherent part of his being. Eavesdropping is exceptionally easy and they are also able to record surrounding sounds, such as ongoing conversations. ✧ His eyes are cybernetic and capable of scanning their environment to draw information from it. This also includes thermal vision, enhancing to view greater detail, being capable of discerning the components of what he is looking at, etc. These eyes resemble his original ones in design, however upon closer inspection they have noticeably mechanical parts. ✧ He shares his residence with Kaveh ( @ksharhrewar ), a famous engineer who primarily works at Herta's Space Station. Although their relationship has its ups and downs, they ultimately benefit from each other's presence and Kaveh is the only one he trusts for maintenance.

Design & art credit © Genshin Poker

[mayorjesterz]

one verse from every The Land is Inhospitable song that i associate with ari mendoza cuz im insane

(songs that are bolded and italicized are hardcore ari songs in general) (notice how most of them are .)

Bug Like an Angel

Buffalo Replaced

Heaven

I Don't Like My Mind

The Deal

When Memories Snow

My Love Mine All Mine

The Frost

Star

I'm Your Man

I Love Me After You

[izzysarchivedblogs]

@herbalwarlock rolled an 8 on the die and gets Newark's Vigilante on tonight's MUSE ROUTLETTE

〞THE SOUND OF DIAL UP INTERNET〝 is made from her throat, projected out as she watches him. ❝ YEAH, whatever you just did or said, I did not catch that. ❞

[destiny-in-the-universe]

the brainrot is hitting again- i just found out that akumas are evil spirits in japanese folklore, and i swear to everything; let's just say now have ideas for one of my crossovers, but i also need to watch the new helluva boss episode later tonight- i'm just eating up content with a spork right now

[secret-origins-crossover]

little update

i know this fic hasn't garnered a lot of traction, but i am genuinely very excited for the rest of the secret origins verse- though honestly, i am still trying to figure out what direction to take it. i also want to thank those who found my fic via ao3, even if they do not have a tumblr because holy shit i was not expecting this kind of a reaction (?) - words are hard right now, i am so sorry heh

though i will say that things are going to be very interesting for the remaining four parts; of course, secret origins is only one small part of a much larger story and i am off the walls bouncing about it- that being said, i am genuinely struggling what fandoms will be overlapped in the next one, so i figured i could leave it up to poll

(I realize American Dragon x Miraculous isn't an option, but I am holding off on that one for now- I can't think of anything for it at the moment although I do have plans on how to connect the magical world in ADJL and the Kwamis of Miraculous. That however, is spoilers and we'll be covering that in future fics!)

I probably will be opening up an FAQ later on down the line! That is, if I get enough people interested in this idea!

For now, I'll probably be working on the sidelines to write the lore because holy shit do I have plans- between the Sorcerer in RC9GN to the Dark Dragon from American Dragon, there's so much left to happen. Without much further ado, I will leave this here!

Good luck

[respondedinkind]

@danversiism cont. [x]

None of this had been part of Khan's initial plan; Needing to escape from Marcus without his beloved family, blowing up Section 31 in an attempt to lure all the Admirals into one single room, attacking them just for that asshole to survive and for that young Captain to damage the aircraft he's been sitting within at that time...

None of that had been planned beyond what his rage-fueled self had allowed Khan to come up with. But it had been somewhat planned, at least - quickly, hastily, an attempt to hurt the one man who has hurt him so, so much and so, so often ever since waking him from cryosleep... but still.

What happened after, however, had absolutely not been planned in any shape or form. When Khan had used the portable beaming device in an attempt to move himself to Kronos, away from the scene of his own attack, he had ended up somewhere else entirely.

---In space, to be precise, together with the damaged shuttle.

And then he had fallen back onto earth, unable to do anything about it; Gravitation being the culprit, maneuvered his existence straight toward the north pole - the most worst place one could ever crash-land at, all things considered.

How Khan managed to survive that fall with just a few gashes along his temple and cheek, a half-broken nose, a split lip and a dull but minor pain in his right shoulder? No idea. Perhaps his body is a bit more tough than he himself has expected it to be - or that glacier has, in some odd way, managed to soften the fall a bit. It doesn't matter much, though, because Khan is alive and he is stranded at the coldest place earth has to offer, and he doesn't even know how he's ended up here to begin with.

So when he spots a woman appearing out of nowhere, completely out of place, it... surprises and confuses him, both at the same time.

The first thing that comes to his mind, brain somewhat dizzy from the rough impact before, is to make his way over to her and offer the coat he wears. Perhaps he shouldn't do that, because he needs it just the same, but then---

...Rescuing him?

Those words cause black brows to lift along a forehead and Khan blinks as he gazes at the unknown one, while his coat is offered right back at him. The confusion within him spreads and Khan realizes that she might not be the only cause for it to exist; It fits the dizziness he experiences, and perhaps he's suffering from a concussion here.

"...Carol?", he repeats, as it testing the way her name sounds on the tip of his tongue. Blue eyes squint briefly before Khan allows his gaze to trail, head turning as he takes in the sight of... ice. Snow. More ice, more snow.

---How did she...

"...How did you...", he starts, eyes closing briefly, with Khan bringing a hand up to his forehead, rubbing his palm along the span of it before he looks back at her, starting to wonder whether she could be a hallucination of sorts. Is he dreaming, perhaps? Unconscious because of his previous fall? Or... conscious, still, but seeing things that aren't real?

Nothing is surrounding them, after all. No city, no other people, no civilization. They are stuck in the middle of nowhere, within the freezing cold!

"---Khan.", he says then, a bit defeated, the confusion now written all over his features. "---Let me ask again: How did you end up here?"

[mortsafepod]

Podcast Trailer, anyone?

Best with headphones - CWs for repetative noises and implied death - Transcript can be found here

Edinburgh. 1829. The medical curiosity of the western world has taken hold of the city, with doctors-to-be travelling from as far as America to study at the prestigious university. However, budding young surgeons can be impatient, and with the Anatomy Act still a few years off, the medical schools are only granted one body per year on which to conduct their studies. Enter Cillian Hayes, an ambitious student with lofty expectations, Adelaide Farris, a young woman finding herself at the helm of her deceased father’s candle making business, and Jules Green, the unfortunate soul who seems to have found himself at the wrong end of the gravedigger’s shovel. Mort Safe is a show about grief, resilience, medical ethics & agency, and relationships forged by the strangest of circumstances.  

If you like what you hear, you can donate to Mort Safe’s crowdfunder here, or share the link.

[wttcsms]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪ match my freak !!

ᝰ.ᐟ the two of you are private not secret, but when the media starts to speculate that the two of you are no longer together, neither of you are too happy. the best way to get everyone to stop with the breakup rumors? posting something a little bit nasty to the feed to satiate everyone's curiosity. (fem!reader)

featuring tobio kageyama, atsumu miya, tetsurou kuroo, wakatoshi ushijima, tooru oikawa, rintarou suna content contains breeding kink (atsumu, wakatoshi), pregnant reader (wakatoshi), famous!reader (changes depending on scenario), creampie (tetsurou), hatefucking (not really, you + kuroo just like to antagonize each other but the attraction is there), scratches on his back (tobio), hickeys (tooru), wet n messy (rintarou), possessive!character x possessive!reader (the two of you are obsessed with each other ok), social media references lol author's notes i'm definitely doing a blue lock version, i'm just seeing if this is a popular premise lol <3 based off this original concept !! these are just silly little drabbles for me to warm up to the idea of writing again haha

౨ৎ TOBIO KAGEYAMA

your fans are speculating: that you and kageyama have broken up. fans are recording footage from you on your latest tour and claim that you're "clearly disassociating" and "somewhere else mentally" when it comes to singing your iconic love songs. you and kageyama have always kept your relationship private because he's not a very open person to begin with, and you don't want to give the media more material to misconstrue. you know that kageyama hates when some random person will annotate your verses on genius lyrics and try to make the claim that your innocent metaphor is you wanting to jump ship and leave kageyama. and you hate how it's your own fans who are making wild accusations of you no longer being with the man all your love songs are about.

you posted: kageyama, with his back turned to the camera so all that fills your camera is the surprisingly broad expanse of his muscular back and shoulders. he's not even flexing, and it's obvious that he's a world-class athlete. he's facing the closet, trying to find a shirt to put on, and it would be a semi-innocent photo, the pinterest-perfect photo inspo for every private not secret relationship out there, except for the fact that there are clearly faint, red lines — scratches — running down his back. you caption the photo with a "monday morning 🤍" (your insane fans spam the comment section to exclaim how they knew you two were still a thing... and to speculate that this photo is somehow an easter egg for an upcoming song/album. well, they're right: you two will always be a thing, and tobio dicked you down so good last night that you could write him a whole album.)

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"fuck," the word slips through his gritted teeth, and you can tell that your tobio is still upset about how your fans seem divided. half of them claim no one could ever make them hate tobio (you find those fans to be absolutely adorable), and the other half...

well, the other half are making slideshow posts to audios that go "some boys take a beautiful girl and hide her away from the rest of the world" and the ones that seem to go viral are always the ones that feature you and tobio.

"not hidin' you away." he mutters, never slowing down his thrusts. he admires the expression on your face as he fucks into you, his ego pleased with how receptive you are to his every movement. he has you speared on his cock, your tight little cunt full of him, your eyes getting so adorably teared-up because he's just a little bit too much for you to handle. tobio isn't good with words; he thinks you're the most beautiful girl to exist, but he can't verbalize it. so he just takes in your sweet, fucked-out face, the reaction only he's capable of drawing from you, and it all gets so overwhelming for him.

he has to bury his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your body wash as he continues to bully his cock into your soaked pussy. "why's it bad if i want to keep you all to myself?" he's practically whining, and you think this would be so cute if only you weren't currently chasing after your release. or rather, tobio's forcing you to cum, whether you want to or not. it's not like you can stop him; tobio devotes himself to always ensuring that you finish before him. he likes the satisfaction of knowing only he can take care of you, and he especially likes the way his cock looks with you creaming all over it.

when he gets like this, all you can do is cling to him, your arms wrapped around his muscular build. when he gets rough with his thrusts, when his body gets just the slightest bit sweaty from the exertion (evidence of just how much work he puts into fucking you), you have to dig your manicured nails (the set he paid for) into the skin of his toned back. otherwise, you'd lose your grip, and your hands would slip off.

tobio relishes the slight stinging pain of your nails scratching down his skin. but the scratches aren't enough. he needs to make you cum. when you get so caught up in your climax, you start clawing at him as you lose control. he loves the scratches you leave on him; it's proof that he's yours just as much as you are his.

౨ৎ ATSUMU MIYA

haters are saying: that you're just using atsumu for content. you're a gold digger. you're not genuine. you're not "wifey material." spectators are claiming that atsumu is playing worse than before because he's too "pussywhipped" for you. well, he likes to cheekily admit to you that he is addicted to your pussy, but they're wrong about everything else. obviously. however, the haters are feeling very vindicated whenever they see atsumu hasn't been posting you as much. (you're traveling for a new vlog series on your page, but no one knows.)

he posted: a mirror selfie. which isn't breaking news. atsumu miya always breaks the internet when he posts a mirror selfie because the only thing worse than a hot guy is a hot guy who knows he's hot. no one is a stranger to the sight of a post-workout, sweaty, shirtless atsumu, who flaunts his tight abs and muscular thighs with a steamy mirror selfie. but this photo? this one is going triple platinum. it's going down in history. this selfie is taken in dim lighting; the curtains in the background are drawn shut, he's got one hand gripping his phone (making the phone look tiny in his big hand), and he's got one arm wrapped around you. it's not an innocent hug, though. he's cupping your ass, and the phone in front of his face does nothing to shield his satisfied smirk. you're clad in nothing but lacy lingerie from a designer who loves to sponsor you, and you're clinging to his side, almost like you can't even stand without his support. it's clear that the two of you definitely were... appreciating the work your favorite designer put in when they created that lacy set.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"what do you think?" you're smiling at him, knowing damn well what he's thinking.

atsumu looks up at you, reflexively licking his lips as he takes in the sight of you wearing a new set of lingerie that you just got delivered. it leaves little room for imagination, and the material looks so delicate, atsumu is already thinking about how he'll have to apologize to the designer for ripping it off of you.

"i think I'm the luckiest man alive right now." atsumu is shameless in the way he's admiring you, the way the setting sun still peeks through the curtains, enveloping your body in a delicious golden glow as you inch closer and closer to him.

in a matter of seconds, he's pulling you on top of him, placing wet, sloppy kisses over any centimeter of your skin he can reach. when you make a move to slip off the panties, he protests.

"leave 'em on f'me, baby. please?"

he fucks you with you still wearing the lingerie set. your breasts are spilling out of the bra, and all he did was move your panties to the side so he could stretch you out with his cock.

"fuckin' idiots, tellin' me you're not good enough to marry. i'll show 'em what a good girl you are, right? gonna put a ring on your finger, and make you my wife." he's fucking his cock into you, making sure that your cute cunt knows who it belongs to. "gonna fuck a baby into you, sweetheart. no one's gonna say shit about our family, huh? 'cause i won't let 'em."

your cunt clenches up so nicely with every comment he makes that atsumu knows he has to make all those pussydrunk promises come true.

౨ৎ TETSUROU KUROO

the tabloids are posting: paparazzi photos of you — the socialite daughter of the man who owns the msby black jackals, and jva's promotion division's golden boy, tetsurou kuroo. it's late at night, and the two of you are clearly leaving a party celebrating the success of another eventful volleyball season. you're wearing the iconic ysl heels with a black mini-dress that honestly should be called a micro-dress. your hair is a mess, you're walking like your knees are struggling not to wobble, and walking three steps behind you despite his longer stride is kuroo; his tie is crooked, his cheeks are flushed, and he has a grin that says something like i just fucked one of the richest bratty heiresses in japan, and i left her wanting more. the amount of blind items that are allegedly alluding to you and kuroo are being spread all over tiktok. one reads, "this sports club heiress was seen exiting a party with this semi-known marketing mastermind who works in the sports industry. apparently, they couldn't keep their hands off each other, and no one can recall seeing them together during the party; everyone only caught glimpses of them running away from the festivities together."

you posted: a photo slideshow on instagram of your absolutely iconic outfit from the party, only these photos were clearly taken before the party. your hair is done, your makeup is perfect, and your caption states don't believe everything you read. the last slide is a screenshot of an online headline speculating about your "new man" with a photo of a grinning kuroo from that night. the reason why this makes everyone go insane is because you're no stranger to a scandal — this is, however, the first time you've ever addressed a headline.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"hurry up," you hiss, your eyes darting from left to right as you make sure no one is nowhere near the secluded corridor kuroo somehow managed to find.

"y'know, i thought girls were supposed to like guys who don't blow their loads prematurely." even when he's bullying his cock into your slicked up cunt, savoring the way your sensitive walls are clenching around his dick, tetsurou has a very annoying habit of still sounding entirely in control. for someone who can't keep his hands to himself when it comes to you, he's irritatingly great at playing nonchalant.

but he's just a man, after all. he might tower over you, his large body shielding you from any prying eyes, and he might know your body so well that he can bring you to completion twice (once with his fingers curling against that special spot of yours, and another one so rudely wrung out from you when he slid his cock in your orgasm-recovering, overly sensitive pussy) in just the fifteen minutes he's been toying with you tonight, but you know that he must be feeling something. you saw him shift his pants the moment his eyes met yours from across the room, when his eyes travelled down your body and followed the way your dress emphasized the curvatures of your body.

"if you don't finish right now, i'm not going to let you cum inside." you threaten him, trying to steady your voice as you bite back a moan. it'd be a major issue if the two of you got caught, with the volleyball association's golden boy being buried balls-deep inside a sports team owner's bratty daughter.

with every sharp snap of his hips, kuroo is only forcing more slick to come gushing out of your pussy. he can't even take the time to admire the white ring you left around his cock; he's too focused on chasing after his release because he didn't get to where he's at by not being opportunistic.

"if i cum inside, you have to keep it in your panties the whole night. you wouldn't want that, would you?" he sounds a little breathless now, his pace quickening as his thrusts get sloppier. he's smiling at you, that damn annoying smile that makes you want to roll your eyes or insult him. but your body betrays you. his grin only widens when your pussy tightens up at the idea of having his cum soaking in your panties while you interact with people at this party. a dirty little secret shared only between you two.

he lets out a breathy chuckle at your body's betrayal. "okay, princess. since you want it so badly, i guess i better give it to you."

you could practically cum again the minute you feel the warmth of him finishing inside of you. you're a spoiled brat who gets what she wants, and while you refuse to admit it, you want him. all of him.

and he's going to give it to you.

౨ৎ WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA

the media is going crazy over: the fact that ushijima is the type of person who doesn't clarify anything because he just assumes that everyone can read his mind. he's blunt, sure, but he's not really the type who does much explaining. after the first game of the season, an interviewer asks him if he enjoyed spending the off-season with you, his girlfriend and one of the most beloved, fan-favorite WAGs of all time. ushijima stares straight into the camera as he states in his usual deep, flat rumble of a voice, "the off-season was successful, but she isn't my girlfriend anymore. thank you." and then he just walks off, like he didn't just drop the most insane piece of information ever?

he posted: a photo of an ultrasound that was clearly taken out of his wallet since it's thrown on the table in the background. he's holding it in his left hand, and the overhead lighting is reflected from the silver wedding band he's wearing. now that he's off the court, he's able to wear it. in typical ushijima fashion, there is no caption, but a picture is worth a thousand words. you're not his girlfriend. you're his wife, and soon to be mother of his child.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩

"mmph — 'toshi!" you squeal out, your calves burning from the stretch as your beloved wakatoshi has your legs bent and spread for him. he's just so big that you'd never be able to handle all of him, and yet, here you are, bent into a mating press every night since the two of you have gotten married. you try to beg him to slow down, but words escape you as he buries himself into your pussy, letting out a deep, guttural groan as the warmth of your cunt coats his cock. there's no better feeling than this.

even if you could request for him to slow down, it wouldn't have mattered or made much of a difference. your husband has a one-track mind. when wakatoshi is set on a goal, it's hard to break his focus until he sees it to the end. and right now, wakatoshi's goal is to fuck a baby into you, to see you round with life because of the seeds he planted.

he's hunched over you, abs tightening and flexing with every sharp inhale of breath he takes. he's gonna fuck himself empty, going to keep filling your cunt with his seed 'til he's shooting blanks. his eyes glance at the ring he put on your finger before returning to admire your blissful expression and the way your body seems to have gone boneless from all the fucking he's had you endure.

"just a little bit longer." he manages to say, before forcing his cock in even deeper. "just have to make sure it takes."

౨ৎ TOORU OIKAWA

everyone is claiming: long distance relationships never last. when oikawa makes the shocking announcement that he is no longer a japanese citizen, everyone immediately wondered what that meant for the future of your relationship. does that mean it's over? officially? if oikawa is leaving behind his hometown, then by default, is he leaving you behind too?

he posted: a photo slideshow, only most of the images were clearly taken by you. the first one is of him driving; the two of you are in his convertible, and he's wearing a white button down with most of the buttons undone. on the stark white of the shirt are kiss marks; the imprint of your lips lined with cherry-red lipstick are all over the material of his shirt and on his freshly-tanned skin. the other photos are of what you two ate for dinner, the sunset from the beach, and a selfie of you two looking more in love than ever. fans are quick to point out the massive hickey on your neck, and tooru tags you in a reply to the top comment that points it out, and he's saying "you missed a spot babe." you reply back, "i ran out of concealer because you gave me too many to cover"

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"i missed you," your boyfriend mumbles into your soft skin. tooru can get so clingy when he goes long periods without seeing you, and you indulge him because he's tooru. he's got his face buried in the space between your shoulder and neck, and his breath is warm against your skin as he speaks.

"everyone is saying i'm abandoning you, but that's not true." he whines.

"i know, baby. i don't care." you laugh softly, absentmindedly playing with the soft strands of his hair. he settles into you, and it's almost sweet, until he starts nipping at your skin.

"tooru, what are you doing?" you can't find it in yourself to chastise him too harshly, but you do have to restrain yourself from pulling back.

"jus' want to show everyone that you're still my girl." he peers up at you, licking his lips. "you'll let me do that, won't you?"

tooru bites and sucks at your skin, sharp canines grazing your soft flesh. he sucks at your most sensitive areas while he works his fingers in and out of your gushing cunt. when he pulls his fingers out and holds them up, so the sunlight can shine and really highlight how much of your juices is coating his digits, he smiles. his girl gets this wet just from him marking you up?

as he sucks on his fingers, relishing in the way you taste, he can't help but be happy to know that no matter how far away the two of you are from each other (for now), you're still his girl.

౨ৎ RINTAROU SUNA

your fans are telling you: suna doesn't care about you. suna doesn't put forth any effort into your relationship. suna literally streams on twitch during the off-season yet he can't seem to ever post you?? suna doesn't deserve you. suna—

suna is a lot of things, but nothing like the deadbeat, ashamed boyfriend allegations. in fact, all your well-meaning fans are so far off on how he treats you that you and him get a good laugh from the outrageous conclusions they've jumped to.

you posted: a photo of rintarou with his head on your lap, and you've got your fingers playing with his hair. it's a sweet photo, really. except for the fact that you decided to pair it with an audio that's a snippet of a song that goes "he's so pretty when he goes down on me" and a caption that reads this song is so relatable 🤍

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anyone who thinks rintarou is a selfish lover, a lazy lover, someone who merely tolerates you or is ashamed to be with you... they clearly don't know either of you very well.

because even when he's exhausted from practice, rintarou comes home craving you. craving your sweetness, your warmth, your love — and your pussy. he's obsessed. rintarou suna loves to eat you out, and he does it with such passion, such enthusiasm, that it's hard to refuse him, even if he's been going at it for the past hour.

your juices are leaving a stain on the bedsheets, and your slick is coating your inner thighs. it doesn't help that rintarou is messy with his technique. he needs your legs spread for him, granting him easy access for him to just dig in. he's still in his practice jersey, and when he feels your grip loosening from the strands of hair you're tugging at, he'll slow down his pace, calming down to just tiny kitten licks while he peers up at you.

your head is thrown back in pleasure, and your hips have a mind of their own as they still jut forward, as if trying to bring your cunt impossibly closer to him. no need for that, really, seeing as how he craves to bury himself in your warmth, to suck on your cute little clit and have you humming all over his tongue.

"rinnie." you whine out, still subconsciously bucking up your hips. he smiles before resuming his original ministrations, gluttonous and greedy with how sloppy and hungry he is with you. if you're still capable of talking, then you're not too fucked out to not allow him to get his fill.