#there is not a single frame in the openings

[coyotes-rules-of-change]

The Bro Phone

As he stared at the phone, he figured a lone and worn down beach-side payphone like this one would be the perfect catalyst for an urban legend. Now, dared by a friend, he steps up to the modern relic to follow the simple process laid out in the local lore: pick up the phone and put the speaker to his ear.

Not even a dial tone. The stupid thing doesn't even work, but then—

Bro

Hold on. Did he really hear that? He presses the top of the phone tight against his ear to be absolutely sure, then, after a few more moments...

Bro

Hahaha. No way! He chuckles, perhaps a bit of a dumb chortle for his tastes but the whole thing seemed so novel he couldn't help it!

Bro

Huhuhuhuh... His chuckle was lower now, and duller. He was dumbfounded by the repeated word coming through the supposedly dead line.

Bro

His shirt unravels and falls as sand onto the sidewalk while his jeans slide up his calves, past his knees, crawling all most all the way up his thighs until the cut of the leg so short the garment barely surpasses the classifications of a brief. His bony chest and skinny legs are exposed to the open air and the thought brings a vacant grin to his face.

Bro

With the arm free from his ongoing one-note chat with the handset, e flexes his bicep, showing off his slender frame—a comic and futile gesture. But he needs to flex if he wants to be a

Bro

His biceps grow and the individual muscles of his upper arm begin to define themselves as they inflate.

Bro

Two pecs swell out of his formerly flat chest. His skin tone is adopting the perfect tan.

Bro

And below those pecs, abs carve their way down his torso, joined by a newly formed adonis belt.

Bro

His chicken legs pump up with muscle and lengthen giving him extra height—the bro phone makes sure bros don't skip leg day.

Bro

His jawline sharpens and stubble sprouts across his cheek. A mustache and a goatee form around his lips.

Bro

A final change. A bulge forms in his gym shorts. "Yooooooo. I fuckin love this!" He bellows.

And finally, he responds back to the repetitive voice in the payphone:

Bro

A click. A dial-tone. Another happy bro.

The awareness of his surroundings return and he remembers the friend who just witnessed the change. At that moment he looks up from the payphone and looks at you.

His new strength, agility, and speed left you with no chance. One second you're trying to escape and the next you feel the plastic pressed against your ear and a single word enters your mind.

Bro

[utterlyotterlyx]

Way Down We Go

Lucien x Tamlin!Sister!Reader

Summary - Basically Lucien smut with very little plot

Warnings - fluff, smut (p in v), forbidden love, oral (f!receiving), slight breeding kink, Lucien being the man of my dreams xo

Water baby.

Lucien had always called you it, and at first you had found it rather patronising, but you soon warmed up to the sweet pet name he had bestowed to you.

There had been countless occasions where he would stroll through the gardens of the Spring Court manor and find you idly floating in one of the ponds or fountains. Lucien would stand at the waters edge silently, enjoying the way the water made your dress stick to your skin and turn it almost translucent to the point where he could make out the faint peaks of your nibbles beneath the fabric. That wasn't his favourite part, no, it was the serene smile that would always form upon your lips.

Sometimes you would open your bright eyes and find him stood there, and you'd engage in conversation with him, polite and elegant as always. But other times you wouldn't open your eyes at all, and Lucien had often stood there until he was called away, enjoying the joy etched onto your face.

No one knew what drew you to the water. Tamlin had always teased you about it, telling you to go and drown whenever you had a spat to which you'd simply flip off with your usual level of sarcasm and ire. It had always caused Lucien to bite his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing.

Being Tamlin's sister meant that you were off-limits to him, even Tamlin had said that Lucien was not worthy of someone so light and perfect as you. Coming from Spring, it had made sense that you were at one with nature, not only were you a shifter like your brother and father, but you were also able to manipulate the earth, to sprout flowers in the palms of your hands and grow trees with a single thought if you required a touch of shade whist you floated in the streams.

Animals also adored you, bounding from the forest if they caught a speckle of your scent, one of early morning sunlight and lilies. It wasn't rare to see you lying in the grass with a school of new-born fox pups basking in your glow, stretching across your stomach as you read beneath the willow tree atop the mound to the west of the large estate.

"Why does everyone think that she's so perfect? She's a pain in the ass," Tamlin asked to no one in particular as he stared out of the window, catching a glimpse of you trapsing through the gardens with a fox in tow dressed in a sage green ensemble that brushed over your shoulders to expose your dainty freckles to the air.

Lucien hummed in reply, "Because she is perfect," he told his friend and High Lord, chuckling at the eye roll from Tamlin as he mumbled that he knew that you were, but that didn't mean that you weren't a pain in the ass.

To everyone else, you were the Daughter of Spring, a fair and benevolent creature that the fae genuinely believed was a decedent of the gods, maybe even the Mother herself. But to those within the manor, you were a rebellious thing, consistently pushing the limits of your freedom. Alis enjoyed your spirit far too much.

So did Lucien.

Tamlin had excused himself to patrol the boarder shortly after, fixing his green riding jacket to his frame and untucking his hair from the collar, leaving Lucien alone within the dining room.

Shortly after his departure, you entered the ornate dining space where Lucien sat reading over reports with a book between your fingers. You glanced about the room, noticing his arched brow of inquiry before closing the doors behind you and turning the lock; you crossed the gleaming oaken floor, enjoying the manner in which Lucien leant back in his chair and parted his legs, watching each step you took like a predator assessing its prey.

There was no denying Lucien's beauty. Everything he was, you beheld. The long red hair that you often braided when you were alone, braids that he would fight to keep in place and when a singular one would unwind he would find any reason to visit you and have you fix it. The russet orbs that glimmered in the sunlight made you weak. Then there was the issue of his body, his perfectly sculpted and muscular body that was so alluring that it was difficult to not be wrapped around him at all times.

Sighing, you nestled yourself onto his thighs, hitching your skirt around your waist as you shuffled to make yourself comfortable, you draped your arms lazily around his neck, lowering yourself to capture a chaste kiss from his lips, "Has Tamlin ventured from the estate?"

Lucien smirked at your words, his body tingling from the sensation your lips next to his ear brought him, "You know that I despise it when you talk about your brother when you're sat on me, my love."

His large hands rested on your hips, keeping you steady as your body straddled him; you laughed at his words, his humour matching your own, and you sank further down on him, feeling his cock twitch beneath the fabric of his briefs, "Would you rather I got off?" Your voice was light and held a level of teasing to it, and you slowly began to dismount Lucien, stopping in your tracks when his grip tightened and held you in place.

"Well I never said that," Lucien leaned forward, his hands travelling up to rest on the centre of your back despite the table cushioning your weight from behind. His finger traced down your throat all the way down your sternum, pausing at the corset of your dress that he had heard you complain of that morning, stating that Alis had secured it too tightly to your figure.

A wickedly feline glint consumed his stare, his finger dipped into the corset that was so tight that he could feel your heartbeat against the digit and leaned further to capture your lips against his, trailing kisses along your jaw until he found that certain sweet spot beneath your ear.

Emitting a breathless moan, you threw your head back as his lips worked their way to the curve of your breasts, "We can't. What if Tamlin comes back?"

"Let him," Lucien idly pulled at the strings of your corset, tugging each rung loose as he spoke against your skin, "I'm not the one who has the issue telling Tamlin that we're mates." Lucien continued to kiss along your breasts and collarbone, softly sucking and nipping at the skin.

"He'd be furious," you ground down on his lap, a low growl emitted from his lips, so low and dangerous that it made heat pool between your legs.

"I. Don't. Care." Lucien lifted you into the air and set you down atop the table, standing between your open legs and taking your head in his hand, willing it to the side to give him better access to the neck that haunted his dreams.

"Luc," you breathed, feeling weak under him, his fingers working quickly to unfasten the corset holding your breasts in place so that he could dip his head low and swirl his tongue around your right nipple.

That simple action had your back arching against him, and Lucien smirked at the scent of your arousal infiltrating his consciousness.

Lucien indulged the unconvincing scolding, planting his palms either side of you and pulling back slightly, "What is it, baby? Do you want me to stop?" Lucien drifted the tip of his nose down the bridge of your own, enveloping you in his scent, in the same scent that you had both worked hard to glamour from your brother.

"Gods no," your mouths collided in a battle of lips and teeth, Lucien captured your bottom lip between his canines and used the action to prise your mouth open just enough for his tongue to roll against your own; his hands slid up your thighs and rested just inches away from where you needed them to go, his thumbs dragging over your skin teasingly.

"That's my girl," he mumbled against your lips, his rough toned voice making your core clench with need, you always loved it when he called you that, his girl, and the damned bastard knew it.

Lucien's lips trailed from your mouth, leaving open mouthed kisses across your breasts that were exposed thanks to his handiwork at unfastening your corset and pulling it down your arms so that all you wore was your dress around your waist. You were the most magnificent creature he had ever seen, and you were his, his until the day you both ceased to exist.

Your mate dropped to his knees, looping his arms under your legs and pulling you to the edge of the table. His warm breath swept between your thighs as his eyes dropped to meet your core that was begging for his touch, "Always so eager," the vibration of the words against his lips made you shudder, realising how close he truly was from tasting you.

Without waiting for your reply, he ran his tongue up your folds, humming at the decadent taste of you on his lips and your body jolted at the touch. His tongue swirled around your clit, assessing the perfect spot he knew would have you screaming his name in a matter of minutes and pressed a light kiss to the area, smirking at the breathless moan that escaped your lips. "Luc, please," you whined, his hands had pried your legs apart and had moved to grasp onto the flesh of your ass, spreading you to give him better access.

Lucien attached his lips to that bundle of nerves, winding his lips around it and sucking gently, flicking his tongue against it and running a finger through your folds, "So needy," he mumbled against you.

Arching your back from the table, you slid your fingers into his hair, gently tugging him closer and moving against his face, rolling your hips against the graceful and fire-tinged flick of his tongue against you. It was so sinful, to have his head buried between your thighs pulling every moan and mewl from you that he could whilst you lay on the table where you had dinner each night, nipples piqued upward toward the ceiling and juices coating the table edge.

Your mate sensed your urgency, mainly from the way you were grinding against his tongue; Lucien coiled his fingers around your thighs, keeping your legs in place despite your writhing against the table and fingers clawing against his scalp with desperation. It didn't take him long to find the specific spot that had you crying out, he pushed two fingers into you, pumping them inside and curling them upward to meet the rough spot inside of your walls, keeping a steady pace when you cried out his name to the skies; a hot white heat consumed your body, his fingers stretched you deliciously, preparing you for what was to come.

But Lucien was a gentleman, he always made sure that your pleasure came first, and he was happy to serve you in whatever way you needed him to.

"Tell me," he pressed a kiss to your folds, smirking at the jolt the touch sent through your body before rising and pulling you upright to meet his chest. One of his hands cupped your jaw, making your cock-dazed eyes find his whilst his other unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his briefs, pulling his cock from the fabric and pumping it twice in his fingers, "Do you prefer the stars above or the ones I make you see?"

It wasn't a question that you needed to answer, you couldn't anyway, your mind still calming from the orgasm that had ripped through it only moments before; your legs still quaked as he settled himself between them, running the tip of his cock through your folds and capturing the slick left in the wake of his tongue ravaging you. Lucien trailed his lips along your shoulder, tasting your sun kissed skin and pecking against the herds of freckles that appeared when the sun was strongest.

Capturing your lips against his own, Lucien pushed into you, pushing until he was hilted and waiting a moment for you to adjust, your walls quivering around him threatening to become undone within a matter of minutes. A low growl fell from him, his fingers raked through your hair and he rolled his hips, thrusting so slowly that it allowed you to feel every single inch of his cock stretching your walls. Lucien's movements quickened slightly but it was still torturous to endure, but you loved the feeling of having him inside of you too much, the way he rocked his hips into you, the way his fingers coiled around the base of your neck and the way his lips pressed sloppy kisses on your mouth. All of it was enough to drive you irrevocably wild.

The frenzy had come and gone, you had decided to accept the bond during a time when you knew Tamlin would be gone for long enough for Lucien to be able to act somewhat normal around him. You had spent two weeks in that bed being fucked by fire, and even if you did rise from the comfort of the bed against his wishes, Lucien would always find you and drag you into the nearest cupboard, pinning your chest against the wall and taking you from behind without a single care as to who could have seen him or heard your mewls.

Though, the desire for him to be always buried inside of you had never faltered, and he would make sure to visit you nightly to remind you of that fact, even if he had to climb up the vines outside of your window to stay undetected.

"You look so good with my cock in you," Lucien's voice was low, his hands cupped your face and he moaned at each thrust you met with your hips; he dragged his thumb across your swollen lips, red and puckered from the onslaught of his mouth, neck coloured from his possessive markings.

The table groaned against the ground, rocking with every movement as Lucien's pace hardened, part of him eating itself alive to stay inside you for as long as possible, but the other part of him anxious about Tamlin returning a minute too early and tearing him to shreds.

"Do you know how much I love you?" You panted through the moans Lucien was drawing from your pretty little mouth and ran your fingers up his arms, setting his nerve endings on fire with the lingering touch of your fingers against his skin, tracing the muscles sculpted by the gods.

"Tell me," his fingers lightly wrapped around your throat, pulling your chest to his, making your eyes peer upward through their lashes at the perfect male rolling into you whose own gaze had darkened at your question.

Lucien's other hand travelled between your legs, his index finger circling around your clit and causing your breath to catch in your throat that bobbed against his grip. Lucien repeated his order, his grasp tightening around your neck and pace quickening so that you could hear your skin sounding against his, "I love you so much that I would walk away from this life to live in the middle of nowhere with you, just us, a life of our own." Lucien groaned at the image, returning home from catching fish in the streams with his bare hands to his perfect mate and even more perfect babes, "I love you so much that the thought of being with child, your child, brings me nothing but serenity," you widened your eyes deliciously, doe-like and innocent, knowing what those words did to him, "You can give me what I want, can't you?"

Lucien's resolve was fading, and the grunts that were sounding from him were edging you closer and closer to one of your favourite places. His index finger continued drawing soft mewls from your lips, your walls tightening around his cock as it slammed continuously into you, surely cracking the legs of the table with each movement, "Yes. I can," his hand moved to the back of your neck, forcing your lips to meet his in a symphony of desire and adoration, and the final few circles of his fingers had you coming undone within moments.

A white hot flash poured through you, had you crying out against his lips, and the convulsions of your walls drew Lucien to the same fate. Lucien fucked you with the fire you had always wondered about long before you had found out that you were mates, his moans delicious enough to send you into a haze as he emptied himself into you, continuing to roll into you to fuck his seed in as far as it could go, determined to give you what you desired.

Lucien's movements slowed, the feral beast tamed and locked deep within him, and he lowered his face to catch your lips once more, not wanting to remove himself from you like usual, but for a different reason this time. He pressed his forehead to yours, russet orbs staring into your own with a type of wonderment you hadn't seen before, "You'd give it all up, for me?"

"I'd give anything for you," and it was true, a life without Lucien wasn't one you wanted to live, so if Tamlin did find out and exile him, you'd follow. The simple life became much more appealing each passing day. "And, to answer your question," you ran your fingers down the contours of his arms and up his chest, curling them over his shoulders, "I think I much prefer the stars you make me see."

Lucien threw his head back and laughed, a smile so beautiful and bright that it could be the most perfect thing you'd ever see in your entire life, and certainly your most favourite thing in the universe.

Lucien's laughter dimmed and his eyes found you again, his hands worked seamlessly to pull your dress back up over your arms, kissing every inch of skin of your shoulders as he tied the corset against your skin, though, he removed your panties from your legs, folding them into his pocket and smirking at your inquisitive arched brow, "I'm not done trying to put my child in you just yet."

Authors Note

I go delulu for my Lulu x

[entirelysein-e]

『 Big 』

☼ synopsis: Gyomei was a gentle giant, or at least he tried to be but it wasn't easy when he's balls deep inside of you.

☼ character: Gyomei

☼ wc: 1.2k

☼ cw: fem!reader, afab!reader, sub!reader, size kink, oral (reader receiving), facesitting, fingering, cervix fucking, creampie

☼ notes: he is rotting my brain badly it just won't stop 😩 || requests are open!

Gyomei has always been a gentle giant, his physical appearance small compared to his big heart and that's what made you fall for him. It was the way he cared for his loved ones so dearly, how he held your hand with utmost care as if you'd break at any second. Loving Gyomei was a second nature to you, smiling at the way he panics when he feels like he's been a little too rough, how he makes sure not to raise his voice at you, no matter what or how small he managed to made you look - compared to him, almost everyone looked small. His frame was dwarfing yours when he kissed you tenderly, big hands resting on your hips ever so gently, touch feather light when he moved to cup your cheeks. The way he had no issue lifting you up to make you sit on his lap instead, looming over you made him fear he'd accidentally squish you to death beneath his large frame but you couldn't complain when your hands rested on his broad chest, lips locking once more in a heated yet gentle kiss.

A low rumble came from his chest when you slowly unbuttoned his shirt “petal… are you sure?” He mumbles, stopping your hands from undoing another button. The memory of your pained whines coming back into his head from when you two made love last time, at how he barely fit inside of you and how sore you were after. What he couldn't see however, was how your eyes rolled back into your head and how the drool slipped out of your mouth at how good the stretch felt despite the stinging sensation. “I’m sure Gyo… you make me feel so good… so full,” you whispered as you planted open mouthed kisses onto his chest which made him melt.

Who is he to deny you your wishes, allowing you to undress him further before big hands reached for your clothes, taking them off piece by piece and letting his hands wander over your body to feel your soft skin. This was one of his favorite parts, feeling the goosebumps form under his gentle touch, your nipples pebbled effortlessly when he swiped the pads of his thumbs over them before leaning down to capture one of them between his lips to suck on it eagerly while his tongue flicked over it. Sweet mewls filled the room when he moved on to the other nipple, hands traveling to your thighs.

Gyomei had no issue lifting you from his lap onto his face when he laid back, his tongue swiping through your drenched folds without further warning as he moaned from your sweet taste. Your hands found home in his short hair, gently tugging it when your hips started to move on their own accord, grinding against his skilled tongue only to be held in place by your waist, his tongue dragging torturously slow through your folds until he attacked your bundle of nerves with quick flicks, the change of pace making you cry out his name.

Angelic moans filled his ears, muffled by your thighs squeezing around his head the closer you got, moaning into your sweet cunt when you graced his tongue with your juices, coming undone from the way he was eating you out and Gyomei refused to stop - needing you dripping wet. Only when your clit was so sensitive you couldn't take more of his onslaught he let go of your waist, allowing you to fall off of him but not too far, big hands already spreading your thighs again "Need to get you nice and ready for me, petal," he mused, comforting kisses getting littered on your thighs when a single finger entered you, enough to make you moan once again.

The way you clawed onto his arms made him more eager, forgetting his own size when he pushed a second and third finger into you which left you gasping for air, velvet walls fluttering around the digits and the stretch alone made you come undone once, twice until you were begging for his cock. Your lewd pleas for him made the heat rise up to his cheeks, fingers scissoring you open just to make sure you're ready to take him. Oh how he'd love to see the sight in front of him, cunt sopping wet, leaving a patch on the sheets beneath you just from his fingers. His cock hung heavy, the precum already leaking down onto his fat shaft when he wrapped his hand around it, his huge body once again dwarfing you beneath him, groaning when your hand reached for his length, barely able to wrap your hand around it. Everything was just so small in comparison to him, it made it hard to stay composed but hurting you or even breaking you was something he was genuinely scared of, forcing himself to take deep breaths when he lined the tip up with your entrance, needing slight force to push the head of his cock past your entrance.

Gyomeis jaw went slack at the mewls you let go, his cock slipping into you inch by inch while he praised you until his balls rested heavy against you, hips lined up with yours. “You're taking me so well, flower,” he whispered, his lips capturing yours in a sweet kiss while your walls still struggled to adjust, feeling them clench around him until you started moving your hips, signaling that he can move. Pulling out almost all the way before pushing himself back inside of you made him see stars, able to feel every ridge in your walls as he did so, your desperate moans filling the room alongside the lewd squelching of your arousal - a sign that he prepared you well enough. The louder your moans got, the more your lover lost himself, his pace quickened as well as the power of his thrusts until he was pounding into you as if this is the last time he will ever have you. Hearing you cry out in pleasure from the way his cock kissed your cervix over and over, almost inside of your womb made his own tears run over his cheeks in thick streams. “You can do it, petal” he moaned, your thighs folded tightly to your chest when he felt you come undone, your cunt squeezing him and milking him from everything he had to give. Heavy grunts fell from his chest when his hips started to rut into you, his cum spurting inside of you and painting your walls white as you wiped the tears from his cheeks until his hips finally stilled and his head came down to hide in the crook of your neck.

It amazed him every time how well you took him despite the strain it puts on your body, but you cry and moan his name so beautifully, begging him for more and more and you both knew that it never just stays at one round, especially not when your walls still fluttered around him after he came, pushing him into overstimulation but he didn't mind it, wanting to give his petal everything she wanted, easily flipping you over so you were now on top of him, letting you choose your own pace. All he wanted was to feel you so close, big hands intertwining with yours when you started riding him.

[fictionalmenobsessor]

RULES ─ MASTERLIST ─ REQ BOX

stalker!simon, who lurks in ill-lit alleyways, prowls on corners near your house. protecting you from unwanted harm that weird creeps like him would cause.

stalker!simon, who makes sure you’re safe at all times. even if that means walking behind you, at a reasonable distance, when he’s not deployed, or on base.

there were potent signs that he was always present. you could often smell the light scent of nicotine and gunpowder in the air. imbedded into your sinuses like a bad cold that never leaves.

stalker!simon, who sits in tight and uncomfortable booths when you’re out at clubs. examining everything minor detail around him, from the loud music to the eerie creeps who sat in the corners. waiting to pounce on their next victim.

which unfortunately was you.

stalker!simon, who incredulously veers forward, watching how one man decided to approach you. the leather seating beneath him was creating artificial squeaks as he shuffled impatiently.

stalker!simon, who is about to pummel his head into a brick wall until it turns to pulp when he notices your demeanour shift; an uncomfortable grimace spreading across your face like wildfire.

luckily, you fend off the man, as he was hopefully one of the nicer lads out of the group.

that didn’t mean simon didn’t follow him out of the club 10 minutes later to have a ‘chat’ about respect. but thats not the point.

stalker!simon, who follows you the whole way home. like always. but tonight could be considered for a good cause.

the neighbourhoods real life ‘superhero.’

i mean.

he was just looking out for you.

and he was loved by all of the old people. and single mothers…

stalker!simon, who gently rocks the window of your room open. the splintering wood creaking as it went all the way up to fit his large frame. thank god, you were a heavy sleeper.

stalker!simon, whose gaze rolls over your form. supple, soft skin exposed as you lay splayed out on your bed; a cool breeze set over your curtains, calmly blowing the ends further into your room.

striding over to the side of your bed. he pulled the covers over you to prevent the chill accumulating.

gently stroking a piece of hair out of your face, he twirled it around his thick, gloved fingers before letting it go.

god, you were perfect.

[philistiniphagottini]

Embrace of Messmer's Flame

Elden Ring hoes, come out from whence ye hide. There is smut a plenty. Dither not, come out say I. In all seriousness, I've been getting back into Elden Ring and you can bet I am enchanted by Messmer so much that I had to write something for him. Hope you enjoy :)

cw. smut, fingering (fem receiving), squirting, female reader

“Ahh, Messmer…”

You tasted his name on your tongue, letting it sit in your mouth like cloyingly sweet honey as it warmed your parched throat. You squirmed in your Lord’s lap, your bare back nestled to his chest as the heat he radiated warmed your skin, searing hot flames licking along the notches of your spine. Your lips parted around harsh pants, the air permeating the throne room stuffy as every hair on the nape of your neck stood up in anticipation. Small puffs of air stemmed from your bruised lips and goosebumps prickled along your arms despite the stifling heat coiling low in the pit of your stomach. You sucked down a harsh gasp when you felt Messmer’s hands trail along your body, naked flesh so pliant under his firm touch as his nails ghosted along your shivering frame. 

A pleased hum stirred in Messmer’s throat, a single, golden eye gleaming in the dim light as you watched your body twitch with rapt attention. His fingers walked along your torso as your hands scrambled for purchase in his lap, your smaller frame completely engulfed in his shadow. Your hands curled around the tops of his sturdy thighs, fingers mindlessly digging into his soft skin as you tried to keep yourself seated in his lap. Your shoulders almost jumped up to your ears when you felt his hot breath tickling the shell of your ear, tongue flickering between the seam of his lips as he cooed your name in a husky tone. 

“My, thou doth squirm so impatiently” Messmer noted, his tongue clicking behind in his teeth. “Thou wisheth to be coddled so?”

You nodded along dumbly to his words, stuffing your trembling lips between your teeth as you idly chewed on the plump skin. The heat in your body continued to spike, the hot knot in the pit of your stomach twisting tighter as Messmer’s large hands squeezed your soft belly until the pudge spilled over between the splayed digits. You let go of your kiss swollen lips when you felt cool scales brush against your boiling skin, the soft flicker of a forked tongue tickling your thigh and making you tense. The snakes bound to Messmer started to slowly coil around your body, smooth scales wrapping around your skin as they twisted and weaved their serpentine bodies between your legs. The red scales were pressed so tight to your skin it looked like they were adorned to your flesh, their bodies constricting tighter the more you struggled. They were content to warm their cold scales on your heated skin as your legs were coaxed further apart, your sticky thighs slipping when you tried to press them together again. 

Your soused lashes fluttered over your warm cheeks as a soft whimper bubbled up your throat, heart thundering in your chest and pulse droning like the beat of a drum in your ears. Beads of your arousal dripped down the trembling insides of your legs, your scent so thick and heavy Messmer could taste it on the back of his tongue with every breath he took. He nudged his nose into your soft hair, wisps of his flaming locks tickling your cheeks as he leaned forward and slipped his hand betwixt your supple thighs. You moaned sweetly for him as his fingers brushed along the dripping seam of your cunt, your arousal pooling into the palm of his hand as his fingers toyed with the puffy folds. A noise of content rumbled in his chest, his voice vibrating along your back with pleasant tingles as he dipped the tips of his fingers into your creamy folds. 

“Hmm, flowing like a river…”

You whined as his fingers pushed against your silky lips, your wet pussy opening up like a delicate flower in bloom as nectar dribbled from your core. A constellation of unshed tears clung to the edges of your lashes, a wet sob threatening to crawl out of your throat from his addictive touch. Your head was stuffed full with so much cotton that you could barely think past the thick haze swirling in your mind, your dazed eyes lidded as you watched your Lord play with the pretty pearl of your clit until you were mewling from the want that seared your insides. He hushed you as his free hand crawled back over your chest, your head tipping back as he rested the palm of his hand against the hollow of your throat. A warm chuckle breezed past his lips as his fingers tipped your chin, causing your mouth to snap shut and stem the flow of drool that was leaking from your lips. You felt a flush of embarrassment. But the only sound that was wrenched from your spit soaked lips was one of bliss as a thick finger sank into your fluttering hole. 

Your grip on his legs tightened as you arched up into his touch, hips shuddered as they canted forward into the push of his finger. Your plush walls clenched around the intrusion, your pussy drooling and slobbering filthily as it tried to hungrily swallow more. The heat coiled and twisted inside of you like an untamed inferno and your silent plea was answered when a second finger slipped inside of you. The audible squelch coming from between your legs made the tips of your ears burn red hot, your breath wavering as you were stretched around two thick digits. There was a light burning sensation at the apex of your thighs as you were scissored open, a third finger teasing your dripping hole as you squirmed. The snakes wound around your body constricted you further, controlling the cant of your hips as one contented itself with nudging its head into the soft skin of your round belly. 

“Hush, little culver” Messmer soothed. “Thy struggles shalt only entice them.”

Your sensitive walls fluttered around the press of his fingers as he soothed you further, the tension leaving your body as you were coaxed further into relaxing. The twin snakes eased their grip once you ceased your futile struggles, pleasure mounting in your belly as you fought to peel your tongue off the roof of your mouth. More slick dripped down the sides of Messmer’s fingers as he pushed them deeper, pressing against the soft, gummy patch inside of you that had stars swirling in your vision. Your toes curled into the soles of your feet as he pressed further still, reaching the most sacred parts of you that no one else had touched. Your chest heaved with exertion, tits bouncing eagerly into the touch of Messmer’s hand as he groped a soft breast and squeezed. A noise of curiosity chimed in your ear as Messmer leaned over you, watching his fingers disappear between your silky folds with a lidded gaze. You couldn’t contain the shudder that wracked your spine, a high pitched moan falling from your parted lips when the pert bud of your nipple was pinched between deft fingers. Your fingers clawed at his legs as your thighs quivered and the snakes softly hissing below you threatened to constrict you once more if you continued to wriggle.

“My Lord” you rasped, voice barely above a breathy whisper. “I don’t think…”

Your voice trailed off as you swallowed the budding saliva on your tongue. You don’t think he heard your wavering voice as he continued to pump his fingers inside your swollen cunt, fingers kissing your cervix with each slow roll of his wrist. You tried to clamp your legs shut around his thick wrist, desperately wanting to keep his fingers pressed against the hot nerves that shocked you like a live wire. But you were thwarted by Messmer’s dear snakes as your legs were forced further apart. You were helpless as you felt every torturous drag, the tips of Messmer’s fingers tingling as he familiarised himself with the spongy patch deep inside of you. A sound akin to a hiss whistled through his teeth as his fingers pushed against the opening of your womb, your pussy trembling as he bullied his fingers into the tender spot until something inside of you felt like it was going to break. You babbled nonsense, incoherent words flying from your lips as the pressure inside of you boiled over and the coil in your stomach shattered. 

You writhed in Messmer’s lap, his name lodged in the back of your throat as your veins were flooded with white hot relief. Your plush walls squeezed his fingers snug, overstimulated clit kicking weakly against the press of his thumb as the tightly packed bundle of nerves flushed under his firm touch. A rush of slick juices squirted from your sore cunt, strings of translucent fluid webbing between Messmer’s fingers as crystalline tears shimmered in your hazy eyes. Your hips twitched, your body unable to decide whether to shy away or lean into his touch. Your mind was too fuzzy to focus on anything other than the simmering heat building up inside of you yet again, the rough texture of his accursed fingers splitting open the folds of your pussy driving every single nerve in your body into overdrive. However, you were offered a reprieve when Messmer decided to relent and give your poor, mortal flesh time to recover. 

You whined when he removed his fingers from you with a loud pop, your pussy clenching around nothing and mourning the loss of being stuffed full. Beads of sweat dotted your clammy skin, lungs pinching in your chest as you greedily gulped down air. Your bones resonated with a deep and satisfied ache as Messmer’s hand came to rest on your throat once more, fingers wrapped around your fragile neck, not hard enough to choke but firm enough to keep you grounded to this realm of existence. 

“Good girl” Messmer praised, lips brushing against your temple. 

The tips of your fingers felt numb as you felt one of the snakes bunt its head against your palm, resting its face into the warm touch of your hand as a curious tongue tasted the perspiration dotting your skin. Messmer pushed a sticky finger past the seam of your lips, your moans vibrating against his skin as he pressed the digit down on your tongue. A pleasant shiver itched at the base of your skull as you tasted your arousal on his skin, lazily sucking as the lingering heat of your explosive high still simmered in your veins, body burning and silently hungry for your lord to give you more. 

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Weekly Recap | June 3rd-23th 2024 ~ Fics

Sorry for skipping a two weeks! I had a work thing the weekend before before last and work is a bit busy at the moment so I couldn't get to it during the week. Hope you enjoy!

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Take the Lead by Inell/ @inell (Getting Together, Post-S7 | 1,3K | Teen): Buck and Eddie finally have a conversation that they’ve needed to have for months, if not years.

take me out and take me home by bellabrady (Getting Together | 1,7K | Not Rated): Maddie has been texting him, asking him if he’s asked Buck yet and reassuring him that he’ll say yes, although after a few days, it seems her patience started to run out and the reassurance kind of turned into bullying. So he’s going to do it. He’s going to ask Buck out on a date, today. Partially because he wants to finally be with Buck and this will hopefully be the start of that and partially because he’s getting tired of Maddie texting him that he’s a coward — Or: Buck and Eddie finally go on a date.

thanks, babe! by bucksclipboard/ @excuseme-greentea (Getting Together | 1,8K | Teen): Eddie accidentally calls Buck babe and refuses to have a meltdown over it. It was just his subconscious betraying him because they were surrounded by couples, right? Right?!

hit the jackpot by coupe_de_foudre/ @panevanbuckley (Canon Divergent, 1x09: Trapped | 2K | General): “I’m your husband.” “You’re my husband? Holy shit!”

baby don't you know? (you're my golden hour) by ipretendtobesane/ @useramor (Post-S6 | Getting Together | 2K | General): Eddie will give him this: Chimney does wait months after Buck’s out of his coma and back by his side to bring it up. “How come you and Buck haven’t told anyone you’re together?”

I wish I could help by bucksclipboard/ @excuseme-greentea (Post-7x05: You Don't Know Me, PWP | 2K | Explicit): Eddie is so pent up he can barely focus on his job – and Buck is all too happy to help. That’s just what friends do.

the 'i' in ikea stands for 'i love you' by ipretendtobesane/ / @useramor (Getting Together, Didn't Know They Were Dating | 2,8K | Teen): buck has some life changing realizations in the curtain section of ikea. mainly, he's really, really in love with his best friend.

Take the Lead by Inell/ @inell (Canon Divergent, Shannon Lives, Divorced Eddie/Shannon, S4 | 3K | Teen): When Eddie and Buck go to the Hollywood Farmer’s Market, Eddie doesn’t expect to run into his ex-wife for the first time since moving to LA two years ago.

(for every question why) you were my because by thatbuddie (talktothesky) (Post-S7, Getting Together | 3K | Teen): “Being boyfriends and being friends is really different,” Buck says. “But if you’re so okay being friends with him,” Eddie explains, “It means there wasn’t anything he did wrong while being your boyfriend. So I don’t understand why you broke up with him.” “I didn’t break up with him because he did anything wrong.” Eddie opens his arms wide and then lets them drop down to hit the side of his thighs. “But then what happened? I just don’t understand. What happened?” “You! That’s what happened: You!” (or, Buck breaks up with Tommy but won’t talk about it, and Eddie just needs to know why.)

of bake sales and overdue realizations by brewrosemilk/ @gayhoediaz (Getting Together | 4,8K | Teen): Eddie doesn’t notice it until it becomes a thing that happens even when it’s just him and Buck, without Chris anywhere near them - but even then, he doesn’t find it strange, or give it much thought. Buck is the one who starts ending their phone calls with a quick ‘love you’ but it doesn't take long before Eddie does the same, often beating him to it.

one single static frame by signetsealed/ @gayeddieagenda (Post-S7, Pre-Buddie | 5K | General): Chris is gone and Buck and Eddie are called on for babysitting duty. Eddie has feelings about it.

some version of you that I might not have (but I did not lose) by Chash/ @ponyregrets (Coma Dream, Pre-Buddie | 5K | Teen): Either Eddie is dreaming and can't wake up, or he's losing his mind. He's not sure which one is more likely.

Baby Got Buck by bgonemydear, Chash/ @ponyregrets (Pre-canon to S7 | 5K | Mature): Five times Buck checked out a guy's ass before he figured out he was bi, and one time someone checked out his after.

sounding like the rest of my life by coupe_de_foudre/ @panevanbuckley (Canon Divergent, Getting Together | 6K | General): or, Eddie does a Ravi and swaps shifts for a bit, only everyone on B Shift is convinced that he and Buck are married. they might not be as wrong as Eddie initially thought.

buried deep, our love comes home by lookforanewangle (Post-3x15: Eddie Begins | 7K | Teen): “You care for him.” “Of course I do,” Buck says, gaze back on Eddie against his will. He squeezes Eddie’s hand again. “He’s my best friend.” “That’s not what I meant.” “I—I don’t—Bobby, it-it’s not like that—” or: After a traumatic few days, Buck and Eddie get their shit together.

i told my future by reading your lips by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (2x06: Dosed, Time Travel | 7K | Teen): In 2018, on their way to a call at a child beauty pageant, and feeling a little strange, Buck and Eddie are suddenly thrown into a fast-paced look at some key moments from their future. And, what they see? Well it can only lead to one logical conclusion.

oh, come when you're called by lesbianrobin/ @lesbianrobin (Post-S7 | 8K | Teen): Chris wants his dad. He wants his bed. But he can't have those yet, and he and Dad never really text because if Dad’s not working they’re usually together or one of them is too busy to text, so texting Dad feels weird, but Buck… He can text Buck.

🔥 Saints into the Sea by Chash/ @ponyregrets (Post-7x05: You Don't Know Me, Coming Out, Jealous Eddie | 8K | Teen): There's an itch between his shoulder blades when Buck talks about Tommy, when Buck asks Eddie if he wants to join the two of them for a drink after work, when Buck smiles at a text message and Eddie knows it's from Tommy. His stomach had been twisted in knots for half of Maddie and Chim's wedding, watching the two of them. There's only one awful, inevitable conclusion: Eddie isn't actually as comfortable with Buck's coming out as he thought he was. Which is, frankly, unacceptable.

If You Want It, You Can Have It by fruitsdoesnotknow/ @tayf-ghost (Post-S7, Halloween, Identity Porn | 9K | Mature): Buck just wants to enjoy a Halloween night out with the 118, drinking and dancing and making fun of Ravi's costume, all the while trying to handle his newfound feelings for Eddie. He thinks he's being smart, trying to get over his best friend, or at the very least, keep his secret under wraps. He ends up doing the exact opposite. It ends up yielding great results.

🔥 We're at an Impasse Here; Maybe We Should Compromise by Chash/ @ponyregrets (Post-S7 | 9K | Teen): "You cannot murder anyone," says Maddie. "Also, if you were going to murder your captain, it would be very stupid to write murder down as your top idea for how to deal with him." "It's on a dry erase board!" Chim protests. So far, all he's written on the board is Ways to Deal with Capt Gerrasshole, and then 1. Murder? below it. "And I put a question mark. So even if I didn't erase it, the jury would never convict. A question mark introduces reasonable doubt."

friends don't mean nothing to me (it's us) by Kwills91/ @kwills91 (Pre-S2, Canon Divergent | 15K | Teen): Buck and Eddie meet before he joins the 118, and it just might be the balm he needs to get over Abby. But when Eddie starts working at the station, Buck doesn't understand why Hen and Chim keep looking at them that way, or why Bobby seems to think they're dating.

🔥 when the longer days of sun appear, they'll be rising like an answered prayer by Chash/ @ponyregrets (Post-S7, Fake Relationship | 18K | Explicit): Eddie is generally worried when Tommy and Buck break up because Tommy's ex moved back to town, and even more worried when that leaves Buck without a date to a wedding. So, of course, Eddie's going to help him out with all of that.

🔥 like a bird stealing bread out from under your nose by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S7, Fix-It | 21K | Mature): If you’d asked Eddie back in May what rock bottom looked like, it was his son leaving him. That felt like it; everything ruined so entirely that there was no way to ruin it further. There’s always more to lose.

🔥 some things fall when they're meant to fall by sibylsleaves/ @sibylsleaves (Post S7E5 | 25K | Teen): Eddie’s gaze drop to Buck’s lips—pink, like his birthmark. Eddie wants to taste those lips, and he wants it with a fierceness so sudden it shocks him. “I’m, uh,” Buck stammers. “Last night. When you saw me and Tommy…we—we were on a date.” Everything inside Eddie goes still. If his heart is a kite, then this is the moment it plummets back to earth. or, Buck tells Eddie some news. Eddie has a realization and breaks up with his girlfriend. Not necessarily in that order.

🔥 that magic feeling by woodchoc_magnum/ @woodchoc-magnum (S7 Fix-It | 42K | Explicit): An alternate ending to season 7, in which Eddie doesn't completely blow his life up, and he and Buck realise they're in love.

🔥 ripples all the way down by iriswests/ @fcntasmas (Getting Together, S4 | 52K | Mature): With some coercion, Buck allows Maddie to set him up on a date. Surprisingly, the date goes well — and it keeps his mind off the unnamable feelings he’s been studiously ignoring for his best friend. Until Christopher’s science report on gentoo penguins — no, seriously — sets off a series of events that has him somehow spending more time at the Diazes’ side, and he feels like he’s going just a little bit insane trying to juggle a burgeoning relationship, his jealousy over Eddie’s own new relationship with Ana, and his inability to move on from the place that’s been his for three years in the Diazes’ lives. Oh, and Eddie keeps looking at him like he has something to say — except he never says it. This is the tumultuous road to finding out what Buck truly wants, paved by pebbles. -- or; christopher partakes in some parent trapping

🔥 stuck now so long, we just got the start wrong by Daffi_990_ao3/ @daffi-990 (Canon Divergent, Different First Meeting | 85K | Not Rated): Probational Firefighters Evan “Buck” Buckley and Eddie Diaz meet on a call which ends with them at odds with each other. As the months roll by, they keep running into each other on the job, much to Eddie’s dismay and Buck’s delight. Can they put aside their first opinions and misunderstandings and allow the seeds of friendship, and possibly something more, to take root?

WIP

🔥 Steal My Sunshine by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Altered Memories | 7/9 | 24K | Mature): Memories hazy and unreliable, Eddie Diaz wakes up every morning in a house at the end of a cul de sac, goes to his office job at a petroleum engineering company, and comes home to his wife and son. But something is missing, and the more Eddie begins to put the pieces together, the stranger the predicament he finds himself in. 

🔥 If You Can Make the Music by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, | 1/5 | 2K | Mature): Spin-off Sequel to Evan Buckley & the Coma-Verse of Madness - Chapter 5 (Seaside): A year after a whirlwind two week love affair with bartender Buck in Galveston, Texas, Eddie Diaz finds himself coincidentally relocating to the area. But when he attempts to reconnect with Buck, he's in for an unfortunate surprise. (Part 3 of Coma-Verse)

The Smutty Ones by Tizniz/ @tizniz (PWP | 55/? | 22K | Explicit): A collection of smutty Buddie drabbles.

🔥 Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briar / @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon S1-S6, Divergent Post-S6 | 129/? | 405K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night by I_still_dont_understand_13 / @sherlockcrossing (Prompt collection | 33/? | 21K | Teen): 100 kiss prompts.

Chapter 33. 19. "If we get caught kissing we're dead but let's risk it." 

🔥 Held Up a Lightning Rod (Wonder Why I'm Struck) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Not A Firefighter Eddie, Sugar Baby Buck | 4/22 | 18K | Explicit): When Eddie Diaz stumbles his way into money, he finds himself one of the most eligible bachelors in Los Angeles - to his dismay. He needs a way to get people off his back without confessing his messy marital situation, and Shannon's still not answering his calls, so he caves to a friend's suggestion: hire someone to pretend to be his partner. Enter Evan "Buck" Buckley: sugar baby, fire fighter, and the man about to turn Eddie's world upside down.

🔥 Any Other Way by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon Divergent, S2 | 13/19 | 67K | Mature): In a switcheroo alternate universe, Buck spends young adulthood in the military, while Eddie, who has no idea Christopher exists, spends his twenties messing around, finally enjoying freedom away from his family’s expectations. When they both end up in Los Angeles, at the 118, some things are different, and others will be the same in any universe.

Re-Read

the secrets we keep (the ones that spill out) by sparegarbage/ @babybucks (Getting Together | 4K | General): Or: Buck and Eddie comfort each other with cuddles, hugs, and kisses (platonically—or so they think).

Tear me to pieces and make me feel whole by justhockey (Getting Together | 2K | Not Rated): And that’s when it clicks. In the pasta aisle of the grocery store, at 10am on a Saturday morning. Buck is frowning as he tries to decide what to get - and Eddie is in love with him.

[sl-vega]

✮⋆｡ MEMORIES OF YOU

pairings: Itoshi Sae, Itoshi Rin, x [FEM!] Reader

genre: fluff, oneshot(s), drabble/imagines, established relationship (for some), implied angst if you squint (?), first love, post-u 20 arc, canon compliant

synopsis: in which their friends stumble across photos of you, their first, and only love

CW/additional tags: mild language, potententially ooc, Google translated Spanish in sae's part, English = Japanese in this, might make more scenarios with other characters if people request it

ITOSHI SAE

Sae was slumped across the cushions of his couch as Shidou rummaged through some of his storage boxes.

The other boy had been rather insistent on coming over to his new appartement, and helping him properly move all his stuff into his new living space.

"So does this mean I can finally move in with you?~"

"Keep dreaming."

Shidou pouted, giving Sae uncharacteristically begging eyes, almost like a sad lost puppy, naturally he didn't fall for this and settled for returning his pathetic look with his signature cold glare.

He simply gave him a sickeningly sweet smile in return, and continued taking objects out of the boxes, among the possessions were a lamp, a few photo frames, and an album.

Ryusei's eyes widened in surprise as his eyes came into contact with the book.

"Oh, what do we have here?"

Shidou said with a slight lilt in his voice clearly intrigued. Sae lifted his head from his phone to see what Shidou was doing, surely if something of his managed to pique the interest of Shidou's filthy mind, it would probably be in his best interests to throw it out-

Is what Sae would've said before he spotted the photo album in the taller boy's hands, Shidou fingers gingerly opening the front cover.

Sae reacted before he could even think.

"Put it down."

His voice is cold and sharp, not threatening, more defensive-scared almost, if he was even capable of fear that is.

Shidou's eyes widened momentarily at Sae's reaction before his face shifted back to his usual shit eating grin.

"Why Itoshi? Got some dirty photos you don't want me seeing? I promise I won't tell y'know."

Sae rolled his eyes and grabbed the album out of the blonde's hands.

"They aren't dirty, for your information."

He paused, as he looked at the cover of the book, dust was collecting on it, and there were a few marker stains that he couldn't get off.

"I'd just rather forget about them..."

He muttered, as he gently stroked the spine of the book with his thumb.

"Why'd you keep it then? You seem awfully attached to it."

Shidou's voice dropped lower and took a momentarily more serious tone before switching back to his flamboyant and teasing demeanor.

"I'm kinda jealous of it~."

Sae rolled his eyes, more playfully this time. He opened the book-making a point to hide the rest of the pages from Shidou's view-and took out a single photograph and handed it to him.

It was a photo of Sae and you. He didn't talk about you much, but he maybe he should change that.

"You clearly won't stop bothering me about it."

He waved the piece of paper before Shidou prompty snatched it and eyed it carefully, his eyes widening.

It was a photo of the two of you by some beach in Spain, hands interlocked, and a rare smile on a younger Sae's face. You were wearing a white sundress with a hat as you ran across the shoreline, taking Sae right along with you as the two of you stumbled across the sand together.

He remembered that day crystal clear, you brought a Polaroid camera with you and you got one of the locals to take the photograph for you. You had forced him to take a break from constant training, and before he knew it. He was far from Madrid in that moment, just you, him, and the ocean.

Shidou's eyes flickered with a brief moment of sincerity, Sae looked genuinely happy in the photo.

"And here I thought I actually had a chance with you."

Sae blushed, yet another look that Shidou wasn't used to seeing on him.

"We aren't-She wasn't-"

He stuttered, unable to express the nature of his relationship with you. Sure he had thoughts, but he never acted on them, which he regretted.

"Aww, so Mr. Itoshi Sae had an unrequited crush back in Spain? How tragic."

Shidou teased as he fidgeted with the sides of the photograph still in his hand.

"It wasn't unrequited."

Sae replied, quicker than he should have.

Shidou quirked a brow in response.

"Care to elaborate?"

Sae sighed, memories of you flooding back into his brain. Repressed feelings that he had long since left for time to slowly erode, yet a single reminder brought them all back.

"We... ran into each other a lot back when I was still in Spain."

He trailed off, recalling when you first interacted.

Sae was around fifteen when he first met you, he was at a cafe in the city, when he was on an annoyingly mandated week long break, issued by the heads of Real Madrid themselves. It just happened to align with the holiday of your school, and the cafe was a pretty popular spot among the locals. It was crowded, with students and several other adults given the day off. From what Sae remembered, you didn't come with the intention of being with a friend, but rather to spend time alone, it was rather difficult though with how many people were currently in the cafe. So before he knew it, a stranger-albeit a very pretty one-had sat right next to him, drink in hand. You only realized you were sitting next to him after you had actually made yourself uncomfortable. "Oh, lo siento, ¿está bien si me siento aquí? Hay mucha gente aquí…" You seemed to have muttered a quick apology in Spanish, while he had lived here for the past two years, he was ashamed to admit that his fluency in this country's native tongue was rather rusty. He had mainly prioritized learning all the needed terminology for soccer and for any interviews, but he could tell that you were apologizing, and probably asked him if you could sit with him. He tried to muster together a coherent response "Está bien... no me importa...?" He trailed off, unsure if what he said was right, or if you could even understand him with his heavy Japanese accent. Your eyes blinked in surprise, maybe he completely butchered that without knowing. Then your eyes widened in surprise for a moment, almost as if you just pieced together something about him. "Ay dios mio! You're Itoshi Sae! I knew you looked familiar!" You responded, in Japanese this time, almost as if it was second nature to you. "You speak Japanese?" It was more of a statement rather than a question, he sounded impressed, it had been a long time since he's actually been able to converse with someone else in his own language. You nodded, eyes sparkling, still clearly hung up on his identity. "I took some classes online, sorry if I'm hard to understand." You weren't hard to understand at all, sure, it was tinged with a slight accent, but if anything that just added to your charm. "I'm (Y/N), huge fan." You extended your hand to him, a bright smile adorning your already beautiful face. He took your hand and shook it. "Sae." He responded, his usual nonchalant tone fading. "You already know that though..." Was he blushing? You giggled at his sudden bashfulness, your laughter was a sweet melodic sound, it was almost embarrassing of how much it affected him. "You know, I'd thought you'd be a lot colder in person, you're actually really sweet huh?" You laughed once more, and this time, Sae actually cracked a grin.

Sae finished his story to Shidou, his friend had listened intently.

"Aww, so you were whipped from the start?~"

Shidou teased, smirking at him.

"Care to share more? I'd love to learn more

He asked, a slightly playful lilt to his voice.

"If you score another hat trick next time I might just tell you."

Sae responded, his playful tone contrasting his nonchalant demeanor. Shidou smirked, clearly pleased by the offer.

"And will you let me move in?~"

"Maybe."

Sae smiled, gentle and hidden. Maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. After all, it would give him an excuse to talk about you once more.

"If you score another hat trick next time I might just tell you."

Shidou smirked, clearly pleased by the offer.

"And will you let me move in?~"

"Maybe."

Sae smiled, gentle and hidden. Maybe it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. After all, it would give him an excuse to talk about you once more.

BONUS; TRANSLATIONS (potentially inaccurate)

"Oh, lo siento, ¿está bien si me siento aquí? Hay mucha gente aquí…"

╰┈➤ "Oh, I'm sorry, is it okay if I sit with you? It's super crowded in here..."

"Está bien... no me importa...?"

╰┈➤ "It's okay...I don't mind..?

"Ay dios mio!

╰┈➤ "Oh my God!"

ITOSHI RIN

"Bachira! I swear to God if Rin kills us because of this-"

"Lighten up Isagi! He's not gonna catch us."

It was a miracle that Rin had already agreed to Isagi and Bachira coming over to his place, though it was more because his mom was constantly nagging him about "needing more friends" or "being more social with the rest of the boys from Blue Lock"

Of course Bachira took this as an opportunity to snoop around Rin's room.

"If we find anything too private, we'll just put it right back and pretend we never saw it, simple as that."

Isagi sighed, bemoaning their current actions against their teammate's own personal life.

"You make it sound like Rin of all people would actually have something incriminating to hide."

Bachira shot him an unimpressed look.

"Are we talking about the same Rin? I'm like 90% sure the guy has some kind of criminal record, I wouldn't be surprised if he had a dead body hiding around in here somewhere..."

He continued looking around the room, glancing at crooks and small gaps in-between shelves as if some hidden treasure was stuck in them.

"Bachira you aren't going to find anything-"

Isagi was promptly cut off by Bachira, who in fact, found something.

A photograph taped to the side of Rin's closet, it seemed a little old, and dusty, but it looked well taken care of.

"Rin never striked me as the sentimental type..."

Bachira flipped the photo back and fourth in his hands before actually focusing on what the picture itself was holding.

Of course before he could actually view the photo himself, it was quickly snatched from him.

Rin was back, and he gave Bachira his signature cold glare, that probably translated into "One more wrong move and I'm throwing you off a cliff in your fucking sleep." or some worse same intentioned threat that Rin would probably use.

"What were the two of you doing?"

Rin asked in a condescending, accusing tone, and rightfully so.

"Rin, we're sorry-"

Isagi was about to apologize, but then Bachira fell to the floor, gripped the younger Itoshi's leg and wailed out a far more incoherent apology than his friend.

"I'm sorry Rin-chan! I promise I won't do it again!"

He was wailing at this point, a string of even more whiny apologies coming from him.

Rin shook Bachira off his leg and sighed.

"It's fine..."

He murmured as he trailed off, his attention completely stolen by the photograph he had just took back.

It was a picture of the two of you at the beach, he was around fourteen in this photo, it probably took place during the final months of his last year at middle school. The two of you had gone on a stroll by the ocean earlier before finding a resting spot nearby. You had pulled out a camera out of nowhere and snapped the photo almost without Rin notcing. You were flashing a big smile at the camera, while Rin's face was nuzzled into your neck, clearly camera shy. If you looked closely however, you could spot the blush slowly creeping up his cheeks.

Without noticing, Bachira had gotten a little too close for Rin's comfort. The older boy's head rested on his shoulder as he ogled the picture alongside him.

"Is she your girlfriend or somethin'?"

Rin shoved Bachira off his shoulder, the other boy laughed as he stumbled away.

"Shut up... she's just a friend."

"I dunno, the two of you look awfully cozy in that photo~"

If only you saw the others...

Rin had held on to the photo for longer than he would like to admit, the two of you hadn't talked for a while, especially after graduation.

But now that his annoying lukewarm teammates had decided to scour around his room for no reason, Rin was met with a wave of memories.

All of which were about you.

The most prominent memory he had of you was the day of middle school graduation.

The cherry blossoms were in bloom, and the third years were about to assemble in the auditorium for the farewell ceremony. Several of Rin's classmates were gushing about graduation, and how they would miss each other, some were already planning methods of communication after moving on to high school. Another hot topic of conversation among his classmates (mainly the girls) was the topic of button giving. In Japan, a guy giving the second button of his uniform to a girl on the day of graduation was essentially a love confession, Rin thought that the tradition was rather stupid. For one thing, he had no time for romance when he was trying to become the best in the world, nor did he have any interest in the subject. Or as he would say 'everyone here is way too lukewarm for my tastes' Well, that's what he would have said if he wasn't so preoccupied with you, but here he was, just outside of the auditorium, fidgeting with his uniform trying to get a button off. Normally the girl would have to ask the guy for the button, but Rin was never one for tradition-then again he was already going along with this stupid love confession so there was a first time for everything-and it didn't look like you were going to talk to him anytime soon, you were constantly hanging around with your friends for most of the day, so he never found the right time. So he didn't know what came over him when he dragged you aside in some secluded area of the courtyard, all his courage had been used up in that very moment because of that moment, he had been reduced to a blushing and bashful mess. "What did you need me for RIn?" You asked with curious doe eyes, clearly oblivious to the fact that there was a button missing from his uniform. Rin gave you a blank stare for a few minutes, taking in your appearance. Your hair was adorned with several hair pins, all engraved with special patterns and decorated with pretty charms. You were wearing make up today, not super noticeable, but noticeable enough for it to enhance your natural beauty. "Rin?" You called his name, snapping him out of his thoughts. Oh right, he was supposed to give you the buttton "Can I have your hand for a second..?" He asked bashfully, you extended your hand to his, this time, you were blushing as well. You muttered a quick 'sure' as you avoided eye contact with him. He gently dropped the button into your hands. "I-I wanted you to have this." This time, Rin was looking directly into your eyes, the same cold teal that always seemed to have no light behind them, but this time, they were filled with warmth and sincerity. The two of you stood in silence for a few more moments, before you heard the teachers calling you and the rest of the third years over for the ceremony. As Rin walked into the auditorium with the rest of his classmates, one of his teammates from the soccer team leaned down and whispered something in his ear. "So who's the lucky lady Itoshi?" He turned to his friend, noticing that his button was missing too. Rin simply shrugged, feigning nonchalance and muttered; "Wouldn't you like to know?" That graduation photo captured a very rare smile from him.

Bachira accidentally knocking something over promptly snapped Rin out of his nostalgia.

"Oh my God you're actually smiling in this photo?!"

Bachira waved Rin's middle school grad photo in his face, clearly shocked by the notion that the younger Itoshi could actually feel happiness.

Suddenly, Rin's mother came into his room.

"I know, it's one of the few photos I have of him that actually feature him smiling."

She sighed.

"Anyways, I just made dinner in case you boys are hungry."

Mrs. Itoshi smiled at the boys.

"And maybe you could tell them all about (Y/N) hm?"

Rin's face grew very hot all of a sudden.

God, he was in for it now...

[idanceuntilidie]

Huloo, just read Yandere cheater and it was hook line sinker for me, do you still do request? If so can you do a Yan! cheater but the reader is like one of those cold stone face to others but warm to their friends and family but especially soft towards someone they really like? (In this case the cheater). Im curious about your take 😭. Scenario would basically be the same same I guess, like Yan! Cheater jumped to conclusion and, being an idiot, decide revenge cheat is the solulu to his delulu thoughts.

(If your requests are closed, please ignore this, Id be embarrassed)

I would have finished this way earlier today, slowly back to posting I hope yall are proud of me Warning: non con touching * blood * mentions of rotting meat and killing people * yandere themes ofc

yan cheater x gn reader

„SMILE FOR ME ALRIGHT?”

“I like when you smile, you look really cute when you do” “Haha aren’t you a charmer?” “Listen, I am serious! Your smile is special, not many can see it bunny.” “I love you” “I love you too.” Your face doesn’t reflect on how you are feeling, unless it is someone that you actually care about. It is only natural that people can’t tell what you are feeling, and that comes with its pros and cons.

People won’t know if they hurt you. Ciaran was pretty, but underneath all of that hid a disgusting freak. Too bad you have learned that when you saw the man you love kiss someone else. You remember he kissed you with such passion not even a few hours later. You hate to admit, he looks pretty even now. Standing at your doorstep, red hair clinging to his face. Make up slightly smeared because of the water. Ciaran looked beautiful, even if messy and wet. It made your blood boil. You wanted to rip his hair out, punch him and then curl into a ball and cry your eyes out. Instead you kept leaning against the door frame, the scent of rain calming you down. You didn’t say anything to him, and he didn’t to you. He knew that you found out, and you knew his only regret right now was that he didn’t hide well enough.

The more you look at him, the more sick you feel. You waited for him to come back though, so you could spit on his face and throw him out of your apartment. You didn’t even bother with a suitcase, a trash bag fitted his personality more. “I have nothing to say to you Ciaran, take your shit and get lost.” Your voice was cold, monotonous but it made him shudder. You threw the bag into the closest puddle and finally slammed the door in his fucking face. There was something about you, Ciaran couldn’t put his finger on it. He doesn’t know why you are so attractive to him. Your eyes are cold, dead just like your expression that you wear. It’s like making eye contact with a corpse. Despite your very dead expression, you are quite attractive. Beautiful. It made his heart flutter, so it was only natural that he tried to get close to you. With time he got to see more of you, your little traits. Likes and dislikes. What you listen to, and what you eat.

The best part was when your stoic expression was replaced with a smile. He lived for those moments, but then it got boring. Can you even blame him? It all felt lukewarm. He needed that excitement back, and you couldn’t give him that. That is, he thought you couldn’t. But he was wrong. Ciaran wouldn’t admit it of course, it would hurt his pride. He was too proud, and you were just difficult and used.

He couldn’t admit that after just a week his body ached for your touch, scent. He wanted to see you smile again, hear you speak, touch you.

Every single time he tried to crawl back to you, you welcomed him with an ice cold stare and blank face. After God knows how many times he appeared in front of your house, you didn’t even bother opening the door and soon enough you moved away.

How could you? Leaving him wailing in the dirt in front of the place both of you called home. You are so cruel, didn’t you say people deserve a second chance?

Maybe he just needed to try harder.

The house breathed with you, calm and unbothered. The air felt heavy still and moist, in other words it stank in here quite badly. Slightly rotten food with the mix of your sweat made you gag. You laid still in your bed, eyes tired, achy and dry from the lack of sleep. You feel like you are going to suffocate in here. You listen to the melody of the forest surrounding your house, the gentle sway of the trees and cicadas. It’s dark, why were you up again? Your eyes start to wander around the room trying to adjust to the soft light of the moon. It’s dark, you see your furniture and that pile of clothes that looks a lot like a human now that you stare at it.

You turn on the light, it blinds you and you close your eyes and hiss in pain. When you open them again you see the same pile of dirty clothes. It looks normal, like a pile of unwashed clothes would. You thought it was.. nevermind, brain tends to imagine weird shapes when you can’t see shit. That’s what it was, you sigh as you get up. The air feels stuffy.

 If it wasn’t for the crippling anxiety you would open the window, you can’t see outside but it can see you. That makes you worry.

You dragged your heavy feet to the kitchen to grab something to eat even though there is not much you can choose from. You need to go shopping. Your stomach recoils at that thought. Ciaran just waits for you to leave. He is probably not very happy that you have ignored him as much as you did. His gifts lay unopened at your front door, slowly piling up. The sweet scent of rotting meat emitting from them. Just thinking about it makes you weak in the stomach. The kitchen is dark, after the bedroom incident you didn’t bother even turning on the light. Your poor eyes. Your shaky hands search for the least dirty cup so you can at least drink some water.

After your break up, Ciaran hasn’t left you alone. Blocking him didn’t help, the police didn’t help. He made sure you were alone, with no one to help you. Your ex successfully tracked you every single time, that's why you are stuck at home. Looking and smelling like shit. It has been a week without him trying to contact you but you aren’t sure he finally moved on. You will sneak out of the house, leave everything and just escape this madness. You will be free. There is a warm breath on your neck.

The glass shattered against the wooden floor. “Did you miss me?” he rasped out. He smelled like forest. His voice goes through your ears, making them ring. You didn’t respond, praying that your brain is imagining things. It surely is, he imagines how he nuzzles into the crook of your neck and his hands slowly wander around your body.

You feel weak in your knees, hands gripping the sink in an attempt to get some stability. Ciarans cold hands painfully dig into your stomach. You feel like you are going to puke.

Then everything stops. You turn around and you are greeted with the sight of your kitchen. No Ciaran.

You raise your shirt, no marks.

You were going crazy or the lack of sleep is really getting into you. Forget the water or food, you are going to sleep. Ciaran is not here, you are safe and you need sleep. Badly. The floorboards creak against your weight, the trip to your room. It’s like being like a kid again, and you feel like someone is chasing you so you run up to your room to turn the light on and scare the evil away. The thought of it makes you chuckle. Something feels wrong though, you look at your front door. It’s open.

Fuck the sneaking, you are ready to run to your room when someone grabs you. Their hands are sticky, warm. The metallic and sweet rotting smell fills the room. “Bunny, bunny calm down. It’s okay, I am here finally.” “Ciaran, Ciaran please…” you choke out as he squeezes your frail body. “Ahh how I missed that voice of yours.” he moaned into your ear and hugged you tighter. You want to cry, you want to throw up but you can’t give him the satisfaction of that. You can show him any basic human emotion, that’s what he wants.

 He kissed your neck, nipping at some places. Like he used to, when you two were together.

“You missed me too, right bunny? you missed my voice?” “Ciaran leave my house.” “But baby why? We are finally together again.” He let go of you. Your body ached, head pounding and all of your senses screaming to run.

“Aren’t you happy? Please bunny, smile for me like you used to.” His hands grabbed your face, fingers jamming into your mouth forcing it to open. It hurts, you can taste the blood coating his hands. He forces you to smile and you stop yourself from actually throwing up. Your thoughts are muddy, body weak. You claw at his hands but he grips you together. Nails digging into your gums, you gag. Ciaran beams at you, happy. Smiling widely, just like he used to.

“Now, was that so hard?” he hums.

You try to protest, but you are unable to speak. You are so tired, so weak. He took notice of that. Kissing your forehead.

“Oh my poor baby, you are exhausted waiting for me right? Don’t worry, I will help you.”

The last thing you remember is pain, the amazement on how strong his head is and a small thought that no matter how far you run. Your loving ex will find you.

[senawashere]

about those TGM requests

me with fanboy... that's it.

First rule...

Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia x Female!Girlfriend!reader

Summary: Movie date night turns into a little lecture with Mickey.

A/n: Thank you sweetheart for requesting this!! Love you!!💋💋

Warnings: None just pure fluff,just kissing!

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"What is the first rule of fight club sweetheart?" Mickey asked looking at you with a grin,soon to be a disappeard.

"What?" You ask. There is 50 second eye contact with Mickey and he looks at you with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

“How have you never seen Fight Club before? How babe?”

Mickey’s shocked expression made laugh hard while he was still looking at you like you have 3 heads. That’s how you end up watching Fight Club for the first time

The night was crisp and chilly, the kind that made you want to curl up with someone you love under a thick blanket. And your boyfriend who freshly returned from a long deployment was looking good for this.

Mickey and you had settled into the couch, your legs tangled together under layers of soft, cozy throws. The dim light from the screen of your TV flickered across the room as the opening credits of "Fight Club" rolled.

Mickey had insisted on movie night after a long time, and you had eagerly agreed. He loved "Fight Club"—its gritty realism, the intense performances, and its provocative themes. It was the perfect escape. Mickey, however, had a tendency to dive into the details, dissecting every scene with an intensity he usually reserved for his flights.

"Did you know that David Fincher wanted the audience to feel the subconscious presence of Tyler Durden from the start?" Mickey's voice was animated, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "They actually spliced frames of Brad Pitt into scenes before his character was even introduced. It’s so subtle that you barely notice it."

You nodded, smiling at his enthusiasm. It was only 10 minutes and he was telling every fact he knew.

"That's pretty impressive," you said, trying to keep the conversation light. The last thing you wanted was to dampen his spirits, but you really just wanted to enjoy the movie without the running commentary. And with the movie being a hard one to understand you were struggling.

As the film progressed, Mickey continued his enthusiastic ramblings. "Right here!The chemical burn scene? They used vinegar and baking soda to create the smoke effect on Norton’s hand. And Fincher actually used footage of real skin-burning reactions for authenticity."

You nodded again, more absently this time. Your eyes were fixed on the screen, trying to lose yourself in the gritty visuals and dark humor, but Mickey's voice kept pulling you back. What the hell was going on in this movie? As you thought while Mickey gave you every single fact for every shot.

"For the scenes where they destroy the corporate art, they used a combination of practical effects and CGI. They really wanted it to look and feel anarchistic, like a real middle finger to consumer culture," Mickey continued, his voice unwavering in its excitement.

"Mickey," you said softly, hoping to gently steer him back to just watching. "I am really trying to understand it and it is very hard while you talk like this baby.”

He glanced at you, his smile apologetic but still eager. "Sorry, I just find all these little details fascinating. Like, did you know when Marla and Tyler were fucki—"

You leaned over and kissed him, cutting off his words mid-sentence. His lips were warm and soft, a stark contrast to the cool night air that seeped through the windows. For a moment, he was startled, but then he relaxed into the kiss, his hands finding their way to your waist.

When you finally pulled back, you looked into his eyes and saw a mixture of surprise and amusement. "I just really want to enjoy the movie," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the yelling from the narator.

He chuckled softly, his hand coming up to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. "Got it," he said, his voice a gentle murmur. "I'll try to keep the commentary to a minimum."

"Thank you,my love" you said, snuggling closer to him. "But I do love your passion for it."

Mickey smiled and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his chest. You lay there together, the movie playing on, and for a while, he managed to stay quiet. You lost yourself in the dark narrative, the twisted philosophy, and the raw performances.

But it wasn't long before Mickey couldn't help himself. "They filmed this scene in an actual abandoned building. Can you imagine how creepy that must have been?" Mickey continued, his voice unwavering in its excitement. You turned your head slightly to look at him, your expression a mix of exasperation and fondness. He caught your look and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, sorry," he said, kissing your forehead. "I just got carried away."

"I know you do," you said with a sigh, though you couldn't keep the smile off your face. "It's one of the things I love about you."

You settled back into silence, and you tried to focus on the movie again. Mickey's arm was around you, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your shoulder. The warmth of his body next to yours, combined with the soothing rhythm of the film, was enough to make you forget the world outside.

But true to form, Mickey couldn't resist one last comment. "The ending... the whole twist with Tyler Durden being the Narrator's alter ego. Fincher hinted at it throughout the film with subliminal flashes of Tyler before he actually appears."

You didn't respond this time, just leaned your head against his shoulder and let the movie's final scenes wash over you. When the credits finally rolled, you felt a tear slip down your cheek, moved by the powerful conclusion. Mickey wiped the tear away with his thumb, his expression soft and tender. "Told you," he whispered.

You nodded, unable to speak for a moment. Then you looked up at him and smiled. "You were right," you said. "It was brilliant."

He leaned down and kissed you again, and this time, you didn't stop him. The movie was over, but the night was still young, and there was no place you'd rather be than here, wrapped in Mickey's arms, sharing these quiet moments together.

“Okay baby,spill all the facts now.” You said watching him forming a big grin on his face.

“"The guy who plays the Narrator—Edward Norton—he actually punched Brad Pitt in one of the scenes. They wanted it to look as real as possible and also did you know that they used CGI to create some of these opening credits? That's so cool and you see the way the camera moves during this fight scene? It's a single take. No cuts. That takes incredible skill from both the actors and the crew and listen you know the scene where they blow up the buildings? We saw it right now. They used a combination of miniatures and CGI to get the perfect shot. It’s so realistic that people thought they actually demolished a skyscraper. And this is so funny, did you know that Brad Pitt and Edward Norton actually learned how to make soap for their roles in 'Fight Club'? They attended soap-making classes to prepare for their characters' underground soap business,isn’t so funny. And als-”

“Okay that’s enough baby please!!”

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Need a man like this🤭

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[slutshamethesquirrels]

Behind The Cover - Chapter 6

previous

When you wake, you're alone.

Your heart sinks at the revelation, and you can hear Maki’s “I told you so” already in the back of your pounding head.

Suguru was, by all accounts, a paradox of a man.

You couldn't sort it out in your brain, but it felt like you were missing something crucial.

He had flashes of cruelty, seemed to revel in your fear. Spent most of his time with you with a blank expression or a pointed, intimidating half-grimace. He loved to narrow those predatory eyes at you, like you weren't meeting some sort of unseen standard.

And yet, at times his actions directly contradicted him. Like the way he'd meticulously cared for you after last night's rendezvous. It had all been subservient, intentional and kind, almost apologetic. But it had a damn-near professional undertone. Like a doctor dressing a particularly nasty wound.

He’d bathed you in the hotel's tub, insistent upon being the one to wash you, scrubbing your scalp and repeating the process over after rinsing. When you got out, he'd wrapped you in a towel, sat you on the bathroom's counter and gently washed your face with water from the sink. He’d braided your hair in two plaits on either side of your head, the two twists meeting at the nape of your neck where he'd used his own hair tie to secure the ends into a chignon of sorts. Not a single hair was out of place, not a spot of dirt remained on your body. He wouldn't allow it.

He’d lent you his own sweater, the one that still clung to your frame now, and you wonder if that had been the plan from the beginning. The way he'd carefully folded it during the act, made sure to keep it off the floor, you thought it was supposed to be a sort of demented head game, and maybe it was- but still, two things could be true at once, no?

He’d tucked you into bed, making sure the sheets perfectly cocooned your body, unwilling to let even a small gust of air defy his ideals of comfortability.

But he hadn't climbed into bed with you, never kissed you, instead opting to pull the reading chair from the corner of the room closer, sitting back it it with one leg propped across his knee and his arms tightly crossed, like a parent impatiently waiting for their child to fall asleep so they could get back to that violent tv show they loved.

Just before you'd fallen asleep you'd reached for him, craving some form of contact. You couldn't remember anything but the cool of his fingers intertwining with yours before you'd slipped into unconsciousness.

And so here you were, alone and sore, unsure of how you were even to get home. You didn't have anything on other than his sweater, and the thought of calling even Nobara to come retrieve you in his sweater and your heels makes you want to absolutely die. You think about your bare ass against the leather of her passenger seat and decide that definitely not happening.

It's when you rise out of bed that you see he hadn't left you completely dry after all. Folded on the writing desk is a change of clothes; a simple pair of black leggings and a lacy bralette, the type that could easily be (and was frequently by you) worn as a top. Along with it are all the dressings, a cotton thong and a pair of socks, along with a pair of converse. A preliminary check tells you they're all sized perfectly.

You almost ponder how he knew, but don't have time to dwell on it before something else catches your eye. Your phone has been plugged in to charge, and lays along with your wallet beside an envelope with your name scrawled across it in penmanship you struggled to read. It was cursive, obviously done with care, but a bit foreign to your eyes. It called back to having to read letters from long-dead soldiers in school.

Whatever’s in it is bulky and heavy, the paper struggling to contain the awkward shape. You open it, and are shocked to find your fucking car keys . You quickly strut to the window to pull the curtain open just enough to peer into the parking lot. Sure enough, you spot the scuffed up cherry red of its exterior immediately. Did that count as vehicular larceny? Either way, you had a sneaking suspicion Suguru had his own set of laws to live by. Who were the cops to someone like him?

Returning to the envelope, your jaw drops as you pull out six hundred dollar bills. Crisp and clean, just as you’d expect from his meticulous ass. Along with them is a note in that same ancient looking script. You have to turn it a couple times to decipher it, but eventually you get it. Three words, no punctuation:

For the dress

You don't know whether to be flattered or pissed, but after safely getting yourself home, you text him.

the dress was on clearance for like $16 at TJ Maxx dude. take it back.

It isn't until you’re in the middle of feeding your reptiles that night that you get a response. An annoying, irritating, kind of incredibly sexy response:

absolutely not. watch who you’re talking to.

Suguru's POV:

“This is fucking ridiculous, just so you know.” Satoru's voice crackled over the speaker of his phone, the glass held between his shoulder and his ear as he used the self checkout at the twenty-four hour market.

He wouldn't have been opposed to going shirtless, but for once the backup clothing he left in the trunk of his car had come in handy.

“I didn't say it wasn't. That's why I’m cashing in my IOU.” Suguru's tone is warm, unaffected by Satoru’s annoyance at his request for a favor.

“Suguru-”

“I’m sorry, did you not take out your last IOU because you needed to escape a hookup?”

“It's not the same and you know it.”

He was half-correct. A faux-emergency phonecall to escape a fledging vampire with some odd kinks and a mid head game didn't equate to transporting a human's car from point a to b, but if Satoru wanted an equal trade he'd have to be more specific next time.

“I can always just risk getting caught outside when the sun rises, I suppose” He sighs dramatically to make sure Satoru can hear it, but he's smirking as he does so.

He’d lost track of time watching you dream, something that didn't happen often with his meticulously crafted nature, but Satoru didn't need that little detail. There was no way he could justify cutting it so close when all he'd been doing was watching the way your brows twitched as you faded away, getting lost in the curve of your parted lips and the valley of your neck. In his defense, he'd almost left once he was fairly certain you were asleep, but then your fingers had emerged from under the duvet, outstretched for him until you found contact with the material of his jeans, clutching the fabric as if to will him to stay.

So god damn dumb, even in your sleep.

Even so, he’d taken your hand, running his thumb along the veins he found twisting around your knuckles, pressing against them to feel the blood flowing underneath. You were always so warm, your body full of life all the way to the core. Right down to a cellular level, you were living and breathing. He had no right, and yet he almost envied you. Maybe envied the man who would eventually marry you, though he physically crushed that thought the minute it appeared.

This was never going to be anything more than what it was, and he had to stay grounded in that thought. The truth of being alive in the traditional sense was that eventually it would end. How many years could he keep you if he were to fall victim to his own delusion? Five, ten if he was lucky before you noticed he wasn't aging. And then what? He’d disappear? Shatter you?

And what of him? Would he follow you from afar for the remaining fifty to sixty five years? Watch from a distance while you picked up the pieces of the mess he’d made? Watch as you fell for someone blessed with mortality? Watch as you aged and decayed and reproduced and lived and loved and cried? Watch as they lowered you in a wooden box beneath the earth? And then what? He’d be right back here. It wasn't worth it. Ten years would pass in a breaths span for him. A flash of humanity just to remain the same he’d always been.

Eventually Satoru relented. Suguru had offered for him to come grab your keys, but he’d promptly rejected that idea, opting to just break in and hot wire it instead to cut down on time.

With his remaining time in the room with you, he forces himself to ignore your sleeping figure, instead making sure everything was prepared for when you awoke. He makes sure your phone is charged and you have everything you need to get home safely and comfortably when the morning comes.There's a tiny part of him that wants to stay, but even if he could without dying by the light of the sun streaming in through the window he knew it was an awful idea.

Before leaving the room for the final time, he gathered the tattered bits of your clothes from the floor along with your shoes. God knows he wasn't letting them get tossed out. Of course, you would probably re-wear the shoes given the chance, but he could always buy you a new pair. A better pair. He couldn't buy himself a pair that smelled like you.

He knows he should learn to relax but he simply didn't have the strength to do so.

By the time Satoru pulls into the parking lot, he's already leaning against the hood of his car. He frowns at the grinding sound your breaks make as your car rolls to a stop in the empty space beside him. He’d be shocked if it didn't wake you up as well as all the children overseas with how loud it was.

“Well, if you don't kill her this car definitely will.” Satoru's already complaining as he emerges from your driver's side, slamming the door behind him with more force than necessary.

“Yeah, that sounds about right. She doesn't exactly value her life.” Suguru gives him a pointed look, and he sighs, rolling his eyes dramatically and re-opening the door to fiddle with some wires underneath your steering column until your struggling engine dies.

“Obviously.”

This time, when he closes the door with an equal amount of malice, he makes sure to lock it first.

“Happy?” He snarks as he makes his way around your hood, all but cringing at the situation until the smell hits him. His face goes slack and wild eyes trail from where Suguru stands all the way to the lobby of the hotel. Suguru recognizes what's happening immediately. Had it been Fushiguro or Itadori, he may have been concerned, but Satoru was older, more experienced. He could control himself.

Suguru smirks as he watches his long-time comrade grapple with the idea that you were so, so close. Undeniably, he’d been able to smell you from the cab of your car, but it was strong when you were actually in the vicinity. Not to mention, the stench was undeniably tangled in his hair, his skin, the fabric of his jeans- He felt a little vindicated, watching someone who knew how it felt. The primal urge. The burn .

“Let's go.” Suguru fishes his keys out of his pocket and tosses them at Satoru, who doesn't even attempt to catch them. They bounce off his chest and onto the pavement, which jars him back to reality.

Pathetically, he leans down and scoops the keys from the concrete before loading himself into the driver's side, which earns a genuine chuckle from Suguru. It was dark, sure. Satoru wanting to murder you was no laughing matter; but it was a rarity to see him so flustered.

“So, like, on a scale of one to ten-” Satoru speaks far too casually as he starts the engine and begins to back out “-how mad would you be if I-”

“Eleven.” Suguru's momentary upbeat attitude washes away immediately.

“Oh come on!” Satoru whines, and from the mischievous grin on his face Suguru can tell he isn't taking this half as seriously as he should “Just a little nibble wouldn't hurt anything.”.

“Absolutely not, drive.” Suguru commands without a hint of humor in his tone.

“Awwwh, come on Sugie, what is it?! You can share-!”

“Satoru.”

“-You’re acting like you have a little crush on the human girl!”

Suguru’s face goes blank. He refuses to engage with Satoru's antics any longer. A few beats pass and Satoru glances over him, his face dropping from a teasing smirk to one of genuine shock as he catches Suguru's demeanor.

“Wait, really?”

“I said drive.” Suguru huffs.

Silence settles, with Suguru keeping his gaze firmly out of the passenger side window, dead set on ignoring any further questioning.

Eventually, Satoru cracks into a fit of laughter, followed by an incredulous “Hoooooly shit, man.”.

Your POV:

“Tonight at Ten! Yet another college student has been found dismembered alongside Highway 109 South Bound. Local women are advised to stay indoors past sundown, and authorities would like to remind citizens of the importance of locking their doors and windows-”

The television drones on in the background, but you can't hear anything but the pounding of your heartbeat in your ears.

Super worms coated in vitamin powder decorate the carpet of your living room, trying desperately to burrow to safety. They look like maggots on flesh.

Normally, you’d never dream of being so careless as to drop an entire cup of feeders. Those were irreplaceable, gut loaded over the course of days with a specialized blend of fruit and vegetables to meet your standards of husbandry for your bearded dragon, Jingles.

But as you’d checked the group chat casually while making the trek from your kitchen to your bedroom you’d had your guts, your lungs, your soul absolutely eviscerated.

Maki: y/n? where are you? call me now. Nobara: whats wrong Maki: y/n im fucking serious Maki: are you okay? Maki: answer me Nobara: what the hell is happening? Maki: Utahime just sent me this

And then a picture that was reality shattering.

It was blurry, taken from afar in dim club lighting, but you’d recognize him anywhere. The man that haunted your nightmares, your first love, and the reason for everything that was wrong with you, you were fairly sure.

The sight of him alone made your neck stand on end. Flashes of his face cloud your brain, that manic look he’d get in his eyes when he knew he had you cornered and powerless. Blood splatters, black eyes, a fractured jaw. Your body aches at the intrusion of memories, you can feel his hands gripping your arms, feel his fist twisted in your hair, feel the sharp pain in the front of your skull as he pounded your head against the dashboard over and over and over-

Nobara: is that Ryomen?

Yes, it was. Most definitely. But it couldn't be. He was dead. His arrest had been a blessing, finally freeing you from the possibility of ever seeing him again. You had planned to use his three year sentence as a means of escape, but life had gotten a lot easier when you realized you wouldn't have to.

The main prosecutor, Nanami Kento, had been the one to call. You can still hear the all-too-professional tone of his voice cracking just slightly as the weight of his words seemed to settle over himself as well:

“It's over, y/n. He's gone.”

That was four years ago.

So why was he standing in a nightclub downtown? How was that possible? And more importantly, what the fuck were you to do? Who was there to call?

You had no family, all of your friends were no more powerful than you, the one man in your phone that hadn't blocked you yet was Suguru, and you hadn't spoken to him in weeks. So what were you to say? He wasn't obligated to open that last message he’d left on delivered, much less come play watchdog while you prepared to flee the country.

Maki was right. Maki was always fucking right. You needed to pick better men.

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HEART ATTACK (심장마비) is the debut extended soloist of  JUDY, released on May 2, 2013. It contains seven tracks, including the lead single “Heart Attack”. Along with the title track music video, b-sides “Hard to Love” and “Rendezvous”, the latter features soloist IU and Grace of LilyPad. 

The extended play failed to enter any charts or win any music shows. However, despite the amount of hate and criticism it got, it was a resurgence in 2019 after the title track went viral and charted on the Gaon Music Chart - peaking at number one.

⏤    TRACKLIST !

Love&Live ( intro ) 

Heart Attack 

SeeSaw

Rendezvous (ft. IU & Grace of LilyPad)

Hard to Love 

Sonata ( outro )

⏤    MUSIC VIDEO LORE !

LOVE&LIVE ( track video ): Despite being somewhat mundane, the track video for the album does hold some lore for the main music videos. There are scenes of two faceless girls, dancing and messing around - running through hallways, accidentally running into classmates, and being teenagers. An odd atmosphere surrounded the duo, one giving off the feeling that she was hesitating, but why?  ( dir. seo sooyoung )

  HEART ATTACK: The video opens with Judy sitting at a desk near a window, her chin resting in the palm of her hand, and her elbow on the desk. White headphones in her ears, connected to her phone, a faint instrument could be heard. She’s looking across the room, at a classmate seated by the door to the room, the camera pans to the classmate before cutting to black and showing the title card. The rest of the music video shows Judy trying to get the classmate’s attention, whether it be with gifts of teddy bears or sweets. Some parts of the video show Judy drawing them holding hands on a piece of paper and putting ‘ J & M’ in a heart with chalk. Sadly, the video ends with Judy failing to get her classmate’s attention.  ( dir. seo sooyoung )

  RENDEZVOUS (featuring IU and Grace of LilyPad): Rendezvous is a performance video but still has pieces of lore within it, mostly calling back to Heart Attack’s MV. Most of the callbacks are around the outfits and setting pieces. Their outfits were school uniforms or had red or white in them (which were colors that came up often in the mv). The sets were full of hearts, a school set, and a courtyard - which was a reference to the main performance in the music video (which consisted of freeze-framed students and judy dancing) ( dir. yeon siwan )

  HARD TO LOVE: This video was a live performance, this video did not have lore from Heart Attack. Judy stands in front of an almost empty audience, the only person being a woman whose face is shrouded in darkness - theorists would later theorize that the woman was the classmate from the Heart Attack music video. A band stands behind Judy as she sings desperately to a single audience member.  ( dir. yeon siwan )

  ⏤   CONTENT !

HEART NOTE VER: Outbox ( W 217x H 304 ), Photobook ( W 210 x H 297 / 50 pages ), Dear SongBirds Letter  ( W 152 x H 112 / 1 page ), CD ( W 120 x H 120 ), Fortune Teller Paper  ( W 100 x H 100 ), Sticker Pack ( W 112 x H 190 / 1ea ), Photocards ( W 55 x H 85 / random / 2ea ), Poster ( W 420 x H 594 / 1ea )

LOVE&LIVE VER: Outbox ( W 217x H 304 ), Photobook ( W 210 x H 297 / 50 pages ), Dear SongBirds Letter  ( W 152 x H 112 / 1 page ), CD ( W 120 x H 120 ), Fortune Teller Paper  ( W 100 x H 100 ), Sticker Pack ( W 112 x H 190 / 1ea ), Photocards ( W 55 x H 85 / random / 2ea ), Poster ( W 420 x H 594 / 1ea )

SONATA VER: Outbox ( W 217x H 304 ), Photobook ( W 210 x H 297 / 50 pages ), Dear SongBirds Letter  ( W 152 x H 112 / 1 page ), CD ( W 120 x H 120 ), Fortune Teller Paper  ( W 100 x H 100 ), Sticker Pack ( W 112 x H 190 / 1ea ), Photocards ( W 55 x H 85 / random / 2ea ), Poster ( W 420 x H 594 / 1ea )

⏤   ERA NOTES !

Judy’s debut stage had many incidents happen, most notably the amount of hecklers. Many audience members hurled insults at her for even stepping on the stage. Some audience members would take to social media to criticize both the music show, M Countdown, and Cult Creative for forcing the poor girl to perform under those circumstances.

During a 2020 interview, Judy recalled how she felt; “It was the most traumatic I think that’s ever happened to me,” she said, “I couldn’t even see the people yelling at me because of the stage lights and I think that made it so much worse. After that, I didn’t even stay that long. I left after changing. I isolated myself for a while too. It was hard to get myself to do most things - especially sleep. I’d dream about it almost every night. It was hard to even be in a crowded room for a long time after.”

In 2021, an unknown source revealed Judy co-wrote three of the four songs; Heart Attack, Rendezvous, and Hard to Love. These rumors caused a stampede of hate towards Cult Creative and Daphne Choi, who confirmed the rumors fairly fast. Daphne would release a statement later that year, saying Judy requested she not be credited

⏤   ERA STAGE STYLINGS !

⏤   CREDITS !

WRITING: Daphne Choi, Judith Song ( not credited )

PRODUCTION: Daphne Choi

STYLINGS: Song Eunjoo & Daphne Choi

notes: thank you ahn for allowing miss grace chwe to be featured on rendezvous! grace can be found @glasshcvse !

[papa-evershed]

Rob James-Collier as Saul Silva FATE: THE WINX SAGA

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[aspenous]

Oooooo you want to get into kuroshou so badd ooooo you want homoerotic tension that snapped in highschool but their too stubborn to admit it oooooo you want a duo absolutely everyone clocked in as divorcee's the instant their dynamic was introduced oooooo you wanna see everything go tits-up in college and watch them become a disgusting pda couple ooooooo

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i couldn't choose his silliest frame so i just made a collage of possibilities, pls lmk which one is best so i can make it properly lol

[gibbearish]

hey @humans saw yall responded to a post making fun of you for updating the pixel alignment of a dash icon rather than fixing anything important saying "changes like this feel small but can make a big difference for some people" which is a bullshit cop out if ive ever heard one so im here to tell you directly in a way you cant wiggle out: you know what would actually make a big difference for a LOT of people? not being transphobic assholes