#to not only reach out but hold on as long as possible...

[mobius-m-mobius]

Lokius + touch in season 2 / (season 1)

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Fern x Reader PT3(Final)

part 1

part 2

a/n: this is the final part of Fern’s main story, but not the end! You can still make Fern requests and I may rewrite this mini series in the future when I have time.

Fern had been depressed lately. He was a fairy, a dainty little thing, and you were now pregnant. He watched as you waddled around, struggling to do things.

If he were just bigger, he could ensure you never had to lift a finger.

All he could do was use magic to help when he could. Vines sprouted to grab things out of your reach or play with your pussy when you were feeling needy.

Fern wanted you so badly, to properly fuck into you and stretch out your fat cunt like he had before.

At night his wings fluttered softly as he rubbed your pregnant belly, kissing it. When his child was born, would he even be big enough to hold them? It made his heart ache to even think of such a thing. How could he protect his family when he was the size of a small doll?

That’s why he made a tough decision. Fern backed a bag, kissed your forehead and promised he would be back.

There were tales of a witch that lived in the center of the forest. She’d grant a single wish for anyone that came to her… but for a price.

He knocked once on the dirty window, noticing it was cracked and the wooden frame was chipped. Did anyone even live there?

The door creaked open, an old crone beckoning him in. “Hurry, I don’t have all day. Go on and tell me what you want.”

Fern sat on an upside down teacup, watching as the witch bustled about the dusty old cabin looking through books and half empty potion bottles.

“Uh… I wanted to know if you can make me… the size of a human.”

The witch paused, glancing at him. “I can, for a price. What are you willing to give me in exchange?”

~

It had been an entire day since you last saw Fern. He wasn’t the type to be out late, always returning before dark, so it was alarming that he had been gone for more than a few hours.

It was a bit hard walking now. You were six months along, but looked like you were closer to nine. Fern liked to joke that you seemed about ready to burst while laying his tiny head on your belly.

You could tell that his size was bothering him even more lately. As your pregnancy progressed, you needed more help, the kind someone as small as him couldn’t provide.

Despite what others may think, Fern was a proud fairy and hated that he wasn’t able to help his pregnant lover.

Fern wanted to provide and care for you, but that wasn’t really possible when he couldn’t even do most things for himself.

When the second day without any sightings of him filled around, you started to panic. It really wasn’t like him to be gone so long, especially when you were carrying his child.

‘Where could he be?’

Nearly a week passed without him. It was both depressing and terrifying, leaving you nearly bedridden at times. Everything seemed harder with Fern gone.

Even if he couldn’t do much of the heavy lifting, he used his magic to keep you from getting morning sickness, always comforted you when you were hormonal, and made sure all of your vegetables stayed fresh.

Without him, the world felt cold and uninviting. He made all the gray clouds disappear, but now that he was gone the sun had left with him.

You sat in your rocking chair as tears fell down your cheeks. After crying so much, your eyes were puffy and sore.

Even knitting for your unborn child was a chore these days, and you had only finished a single foot when you heard a knock at your door.

For a moment you thought Fern would be behind it… but that was stupid. He was the size of your hand, there’s no way he could knock that loud.

You didn’t rush to greet your guest. Instead you slowly put down the onesie you had been knitting and stood.

Trudging towards the door, you slowly unlocked it and pulled towards yourself…

“Hello, my love.”

You were breathless, eyes wide and mouth agape as you looked up to see a hair of brown curls and eyes as green as fresh oak leaves.

A hand reached out, cupping your cheek and swiping at your tears as you began to cry.

“Fern…”

You sobbed into his chest, warms wrapped tightly around him. He hugged you back, his eyes softening when your baby bump pressed into his abdomen.

“I’m so sorry, love. There was something I had to take care of, something so important I had to leave you for a while.”

As your lip wobbled, Fern began to explain what had happened.

After the witch asked him what he’d give in return, Fern was quick to answer.

“My immortality.”

You covered your mouth, eyes going wide as you swallowed harshly. “You… gave that up to be the same size as me?”

He nodded, smiling fondly as he tilted your chin up. “And I’d do it a thousand times over, love.”

Your eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his lips to yours a gentle, yet needy kiss. Although it felt amazing to kiss him after such a stressful week without him, you pulled back after a moment.

“But… why did you stay away for so long?”

Fern went pale, scratching the back of his head with a nervous laugh. “Let’s just say the process to become tall was… long and painful. That old witch enjoyed it too, I’m sure.”

After a moment of simply enjoying each other’s presence, you both walked inside.

After that, Fern waited on you hand and foot. He adored you, that was for sure. Every meal, activity, and even bathroom visit was managed by him.

Fern smiled down at you as he helped you into a bath, his eyes lingering in your heavy and swollen breasts.

When you hissed and winced in pain as your hands brushed against your sensitive nipples, Fern cooed out sympathetically.

“Here, just relax.”

His wings fluttered as his hands groped your fat tits, massaging and squishing them lightly. You let out such a delicious noise that he couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss your neck.

Fern’s cock twitched to life when milk spurted from your perky buds. He always got so hard when he was reminded you were heavily pregnant with his young.

“That’s it, feels good doesn’t it?”

His hand slipped between your legs, a vine replacing the now missing one at your tit while his other continued massaging you.

“Mmph… Fern…”

You had been so needy lately, begging for him to properly fuck you since he had returned. But he was hesitant. Fern didn’t want to potentially harm you or his unborn child…

But with some reassurance from you, the fairy joined you in the tub. He settled you onto his lap, continuing his ministrations.

His cock nudged at your warm cunt, desperate to be enveloped by your velvety walls.

And you wanted him just as much.

Fern groaned against your neck, keeping a hand on your baby bump for leverage as he bounced you up and down on his cock. It felt so good to stretch you out again and have you clench around him.

The vines rubbed at your clit, making you tighten up even more. You came again and again, your body way more sensitive due to your pregnancy.

He loved getting to fill you up with his seed. Watching the hot, white cum leak out of your cunt as he rinsed you off made him want to do it all over again.

But Fern wanted to go easy on you until after your pregnancy.

~

Months passed by, and Fern held onto your hand as you gave birth. Labor hadn’t been easy, but he was by your side the entire time.

“It’s a girl…”

You held onto your baby, eyes half lidded from exhaustion. Fern was an absolute mess, his eyes puffy and red as he sniffled.

“She’s beautiful…”

Fern handled almost everything as you recovered, and as your baby girl grew, her wings started to slowly develop.

“She has wings… is she..?”

“Immortal? Maybe, but I’m not sure… I impregnated you before the witch took my immortality, but she is half human…”

You kissed her little head, letting her nurse as your now husband knelt in front of you.

“I don’t want that for her, Fern. She would outlive all of us. Wouldn’t that be lonely?”

Fern paused to think, slowly reaching out to place a hand over your belly.

“… it wouldn’t be if we… gave her a sibling.”

And so the two of you had several children through the years, slowly repopulating the fairy race. You’d grow old together, and even if your children lived forever, at least they would have each other.

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[sylusplushie]

s t i c k e r s

𖹭𖹭𖹭

i slowly peeked my head out from the crack in the door and, just as i had expected, sylus was fast asleep. he had been sleeping for hours, and i was so bored waiting for him to wake up. holding the sanrio stickers in my hand, i approached him. i knew he wouldn’t wake up, but just in case, i walked on my tiptoes. for a while, i looked at his sleeping face. poor thing, sleeping peacefully, unaware of what was about to happen. i had to stop myself from giggling; i didn’t want to make a sound and wake him up before i even started. i slowly sat next to him and turned his face towards me. if he woke up, everything would be ruined, but he was sleeping so deeply that i didn’t even consider the possibility. i looked at the sanrio stickers, pouting as i wondered which one to start with. my hands were as cold as always, which required me to be more careful. finally, i gathered all my strength, took a deep breath, and began sticking the stickers on sylus’s face. he looked so cute with my melody on his cheek. i couldn’t believe i was doing this to someone like him. i covered my mouth with my hand to stifle my giggles. he shouldn’t wake up yet; i had just begun. i stuck a rainbow sticker between his eyebrows, a small heart at the corner of his mouth. i placed a hello kitty blowing a kiss on his other cheek. my hands were trembling, and i didn’t even know why they were shaking. maybe i was too excited, but the masterpiece i was creating already looked perfect. i intended to smother sylus’s face with stickers. the sanrio stickers were gone, only hearts were left. i started sticking them on the empty spots of his face one by one. i was having so much fun that i didn’t even realize how much time had passed. i was completely engrossed.

"what do you think you’re doing, kitten?"

i jumped in place. i had gotten so carried away that i hadn’t even noticed sylus opening his eyes and watching me for a while. for a hunter who needed to be constantly alert, this wasn’t good. sylus sat up, touched his face, and chuckled. "you can’t take them off. not yet, at least," i said, holding his hands. with sylus, you could expect anything at any moment. he looked at me for a while and sighed. "you were waiting for my most vulnerable moment, hm?" he said with a grin, taking my hand and intertwining his fingers with mine. he reached for his phone, turned on the camera, and laughed for a long time as he looked at himself, shaking his head. "hey hey! the stickers will come off!" i held his shoulders; holding someone like him was, of course, not easy, especially since he had surrendered to me. "you know who i am, what kind of person i am, how others know me, right?" ah, that mischievous grin on his face again. of course, i knew who he was. i brought my face closer to his. "mhm. and now that person is standing right in front of me with pink stickers on his face." sylus smiled, leaned in, and placed a soft kiss on my lips. involuntarily, i closed my eyes, my body defenseless against him. i melted at his slightest move. "you know you can do whatever you want with me, sweetie. i’m yours."

[slut4hee]

Fu*k You Back To Sleep Girl

{Paring: Idol fiancé Jaehyun x Blk Fem! Reader

{Genre: smut, fluff, just you and jaehyun having some late night love making, 18+ so (mdni).

{Synopsis: In which you struggle to fall asleep, but luckily your fiancé Jaehyun has the perfect solution for you

{Warnings: explicit scenes, soft sex, big dick Jaehyun agenda heavy over here! but gets a little rough at the end, unprotected sex, Jaehyun hitting that 🐱 from the side, creampie, mentions of baby making, fingering, dirty talk, pet names, literally just two love birds making love to each other.

You tossed and turned, as you struggled to fall asleep for what seems like forever. You looked over to see Jaehyun sound asleep, his soft breathing being the only noise in quiet room, besides the sound of the roaring wind blowing outside your window.

You smiled as you adored the man sleeping in your shared bed, the love of your life, your soon to be husband. You gently caressed his face, his silky blonde hair falling down his face, you pushed his bangs out of his face before kissing his cheek softly.

You could feel your heart beating fast in your chest, your stomach erupting like a million butterflies fluttering inside your stomach. You moved closer to him, snuggling your body into his, as you wrapped your arms around his neck kissing his lips softly. He hummed softly in his sleep, as he hugged your body closer to his, subconsciously snuggling his face into your neck.

You smiled at the action, rubbing your hands through his soft hair, you were so in love with him. Suddenly you felt something poking your thigh, you looked down between the sheets to see Jaehyun’s very visible bulge, straining in his blue striped pajama pants.

Jaehyun was truly heaven sent, he’s loving, caring, and a hard working man. On top of that, he has good dick game, a long thick cock that you’re crazy addicted to. You let your thoughts run wild about how good that dick is, feeling yourself getting wet and hot. You and him had just fucked before bed, and you did sleep for a while, until your body decided to wake up at 3AM.

You started to rub your thighs together to create some type of friction, the ache between your legs starting to become unbearable. You looked to see Jaehyun stlll peacefully sleeping with not a care in the world, his naked back being exposed and that made the ache in your pussy throb even worse.

You didn’t want to wake him up out of his sleep, he has just recently got back from tour, and you wanted him to get as much rest as possible. So you thought you’ll take matters into your own hands, reaching down between your legs, sliding your hands into your thong.

You were soaking wet, your sticky arousal coating your fingers, as you rubbed little circles on your clit. Your body shuddered, you were still sensitive from the recent sex session, you and Jaehyun had earlier. Your other hand covered your mouth, as you tried to hold in your sounds of pleasure, as you slid your fingers inside your tight pussy.

The squelching sound of you fingering your wet pussy betrayed you, as Jaehyun turned in his sleep, your fingers only moving faster, as the thought of him catching you like this turned you on. You hit a particular spot, that made you let out a not so quiet moan, your hand freezes as you looked over at Jaehyun only to make eye contact with him.

Your eyes widened, before snatching your hand from between your legs and turning away from him.

“Oh don’t stop now darling, I was enjoying watching you” He said, voice raspy from just waking up. You hid your face in the pillow, dying of embarrassment from being caught playing with yourself next to your fiancé.

“What’s got you so worked up baby girl” He said, pulling your body back close to his, as he starts to leave little wet kisses on your collarbone and neck. You moaned softly, feeling a gush of arousal leaking down your leg.

“Couldn’t sleep Jae, so I just started thinking about you and your cock” You said, shamelessly grinding your pussy on his leg. He smirked at you, before sliding his hand between your legs, and rubbing your wet pussy through your panties.

“My little cock hungry baby, always so eager for daddy’s cock. Didn’t I just fuck this greedy cunt not too long ago?” He teased, now rubbing circles on your clit, as he also slides one of his digits inside your pussy.

“Oh fuck Jae, oh god yes daddy love your fingers so much” You moaned out, desperate grinding your pussy on his fingers.

“Yeah? You like daddy’s long fingers inside this slippery little fuckhole?” He whispered into your ear, sliding another finger inside your hole, as he curls his fingers faster inside your gummy walls.

“J-Jae, I’m going to cum fuck! I’m gonna cum daddy nghh” You whined, feeling the knot in your stomach about to come unraveled, your body heating up.

“That’s it mama, cum on my fingers, make a fucking mess darling love” He singed in your ears, as he started to rub rough circles on your clit. Your legs shock violently, as you came hard on his fingers.

You panted hard, your body weakening, as you came down from your intense high. Jaehyun slid his fingers inside his mouth, humming at the sweet taste of your cum on his tastebuds.

“Jae, not enough baby need your cock now” You begged, tugging at the waistband of his pjs. He chuckled at your eagerness, before turning your body around, your ass now facing his front.

“Baby need my dick? My good girl need my dick inside that tight little kitty?” He hissed, as palmed himself through his pants. You nodded your head eagerly, pushing your ass against his crouch. He groaned, grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing it.

He pulled his cock out of his pjs, not even bothering to take off his pants all the way. He slid your panties to the side, exposing your dripping cunt to his eyes. He moaned at the sight, licking and biting on his lip, as he ran in his mushroom tip between your wet folds.

“Fuck you’re so wet sweetheart, such a good girl for always keeping this pussy nice and wet for daddy” He teased your entrance with his tip, sliding his tip in and out of your tight hole.

“Daddy please! Please fuck me I can’t take it anymore” You pleaded desperately, if you didn’t have his cock in your guts right now you were going to die. Finally you felt the familiar feeling of Jaehyun’s fat tip, breaching your tight little hole as you let out a pained cry.

No matter how many times you’ve took Jaehyun’s cock, it always feels like the first time he took your virginity, big fat cock penetrating your tight gummy walls. Tears gathered in your waterlines, as Jaehyun continued to push his length inside you. With one more last push, he filled you to the hilt, stilling his movements as he lets you adjust to his massive size.

“Oh shit Jae! So big fuck so goddamn big” You babbled out, the air being knocked out of your lungs, the feeling of his cock buried deep inside your pussy felt like you were being split into two. He rubbed soothing circles on your sides, as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

“It’s okay mama, you got this baby, deep breaths through your nose” He said, his voice comforting and gentle as he started to slowly fuck into you. You let out a loud scream, gripping the pillow harshly, he was stroking slowly yet so deeply inside of you.

“Damn Jaehyun, I can feel you in my fucking stomach, fuck you and this big dick of yours” You cried out, he chuckled before kissing on your collarbone again, rotating his hips as he dicked you deep.

“How about you do that right now, fuck yourself on this dick baby” He groaned, gripping your waist tightly. You started to throw it back at him, meeting his thrusts along the way, the sound of skin slapping and the wetness of you two connecting, can now be heard throughout the room.

“Fuuuck that’s right baby, throw that ass back just like that for me, fuck such a good fucking girl” He moaned, his thrusts now speeding up, as starts to pound into your pussy.

“Oh my fucking god, baby yes right there please please” You moaned loudly, clawing at the sheets as Jaehyun fucked you hard from the side. This angle allowed him to reach the deepest depths of your womb, fat tip kissing your cervix, as he plowed into you.

“Goddamn baby, so glad I put a ring on this pussy, fuck so in love with you and this pussy darling” He growled, his thrust growing more sloppy and erratic, as he neared his high. You weren’t too far behind as well, the familiar feeling in your gut building up, feeling yourself about to explode.

“Jae! Love you so much, love you so so much daddy ugh I’m gonna cum for you” You slurred your words, drunk on the feeling of a good fucking you always received when it came to Jaehyun.

Finally he hit that one spot inside you that makes your ears ring, a shockwave of pleasure shoot through you, as the band in your stomach finally snapped.

“Jaehyun! I’m cumming, I’m cumming baby!” You screamed to the top of your lungs, as you came hard around his cock, your creamy essence dripping down his cock. The feeling of your tight pussy clamping down on Jaehyun’s cock, triggered his climax, as he filled you to the brim.

The sounds of you and his heavy breathing was all that could be heard in the now quiet room. Your body still shaking from the intense orgasm you just had. Jaehyun was also out of it, smiling at you weakly, he truly looked lovesick.

He wiped the sweat that dripped from your nape, kissing the back of your head before cuddling you. You turned around to face him, the feeling of his cum seeping out of your pussy was so uncomfortable, in the best way.

You stared at him in awe, rubbing your hands down his toned chest, you were so head over heels for this man.

“You know, with the way you be fucking me, you gonna get me pregnant one day” You said, snuggling your face into his neck, as you inhaled the faint scent of his body wash, still fresh on his skin.

“That’s exactly what I’m planning to do, so stop taking your birth control, he smiled fondly at you, pecking your lips softly over and over again.

Not long after your eyes started to feel heavy, drowsiness consuming your body whole. And boom you were out like a light, Jaehyun smiled as he watched you sleep, rubbing soothing circles on your back.

“Goodnight my queen”

A/n: Soooo this scenario was stuck in my head all day like imagine making love with Jung Jaehyun at 3am! Fuck I need him so bad it’s not even funny anymore 🥲🥲 like he served enough time already free that man!! But I hope you guys enjoy this little drabble and I wuv u all <33 not proofreading shii🫶🏽

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[marigold-field]

Headcanon for best friend dick Grayson who has a crush on you but you don’t know (can you include some jealousy blurbs?)

Thanks!

- Best Friend!Dick Grayson who harbors romantic feelings for you is just as chaotic as you’d expect

- You guys have such a close relationship. One of those ones where you feel you can tell each other anything and embarrassment doesn’t seem to exist when you two are together

- This was great first, until Dick realized his true feelings for you. Now it seemed as though flirting would be impossible, everything said being interpreted as a joke

- Definitely compliments you shamelessly, not only to send you a hint but also because he loves your reactions

“Man, you’re beautiful, ya know.” he said, yawning and stretching as he spoke to try his hardest to make his subtly flirtatious comment seem casual. Your focus immediately turned to him, a smile lighting up your face as you looked into his blue eyes in the mirror. The warmth that crept up to your cheeks was evident. You chuckled, “you’re not too bad yourself, Dicky.” He swears he almost had a heart attack.

- You guys often spend most of your time in each other’s company. Whether it’s dragging Dick along on your shopping trips (he will go out of his way to carry all your bags), last minute restaurant visits (he’ll be a total gentlemen; pushing your chair in for you, paying for the meal, holding the door), or just lounging around your apartment (he spends this time admiring all the bits of your personality he can’t seem to learn enough about), you two are inseparable.

- Let’s just say, you’ve definitely had a couple failed attempts at relationships because the guys/girls quickly picked up on your “friendship” with Dick.

- Those situations often left you confused, asking millions of questions and attempting to explain that two of you are just friends. They say something along the lines of, “Keep telling yourself that, you’ll see!”

- Unfortunately for Dick, as your “best friend”, he has had to witness many date night preparations and spent the entire time hoping that one day he’ll be the one you’re picking out dresses and makeup inspo for.

with mountains of clothes across the floor, haphazard piles of strappy heels askew, and lord knows how many purses littered across the floor; it appeared as though a tornado passed through your room. Dick sat criss-cross on top of a pile of cocktail dresses and watched as you continued to rummage through your closet, mumbling curses about how you didn’t know if it was a formal or casual kind of night. you were getting ready for a date with some guy from your book club. obviously, Dick was far from enthusiastic. he felt helpless. the woman he loved more than anything was getting ready to meet a guy that he knew, and Dick swears he’s not biased, could never make you as happy as he could. the thought of this guy holding your hand across the table, making you laugh at his jokes, and even leaning in for a kiss, made his stomach churn.

you suddenly turned around to face him, holding a deep blue sequined dress against you body, asking him if he thought it’d be a good choice. he couldn’t help but frown as he attempted to come up with a half-assed response. “it looks great, but maybe you should look for something more comfortable? don’t want you to be in itchy clothes for hours.” he mumbled, trying to come up with an excuse to keep you home for as long as possible. maybe even make you late—force you to cancel the date. however, you were far from dumb and had known Dick for too long to not notice something was bothering him. you threw the dress down on to the floor, allowing it to join the mess of your wardrobe, and dropped to your knees to make eye contact with him. you reached for his large hand as you studied his face, searching for signs of disdain or discomfort with squinted eyes. “what’s wrong? did i do something? i’m sorry to drag you into my mess.” you rambled, words coming out all at once. he immediately shook his head, “no, it’s not you—i promise. i’m here because i want to be,” he paused, “i just wonder if things could be different.”

you raised an eyebrow before speaking, “sorry, i’m not following?” he stood up then, rubbing his hand down his face as he walked to the other side of your room. you jumped up after him, following him and reaching to rest a hand on his shoulder. “Dick, don’t do this to me. this isn’t fair and you know it. i can’t help you if you don’t speak to me.” you whispered, your calm voice easing the tension he felt building inside him. reluctantly, he let out an exasperated sigh before speaking. “look, i don’t need help okay—it’s not anything like that. we can talk later i guess, i’ll leave so you can go on your date.” he spared you one last glance before walking out the room. knowing how stubborn he is, all you could do was remind him that you’d always be there to listen before letting him go on his way.

- after an interaction like this, he became noticeably distant as if he was hiding something. you definitely started to put the pieces together around this time

- i imagine you two having a movie night in your apartment when you find yourself more focused on him than the movie. stolen glances between you two, silently hoping the other would have a sudden surge of confidence and say those three words

- as you went to take another sneaky glance at him, you’re met with his eyes pouring back into yours

- wordlessly, he places hand on your cheek and leans in for a tender kiss

- albeit shocked, you quickly begin to kiss back and lean into his touch

- you two only stop when you realize you need to breathe, but not straying far from each other as your foreheads touched

- “i love you, dick.” you whisper, so quiet he almost misses it.

- the cheeky grin that appears on his face causes you to both giggle

a/n: I loved writing this! it’s my first time posting my writing of any sort so feel free to leave critiques and comments <3

[sanjisleggy]

the siren and the sun (ace x reader) [pt4]

a/n: it be hard to write two characters’ thoughts and feelings concurrently but i tried my best :3c

contents: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, both reader and Ace are big insecure

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part 3

i. 

tears streamed down your face uncontrollably as you watched your parents haul the last of their supplies onto their small pirate ship. as the remaining few wooden crates and barrels on land dwindled, you found yourself reaching out your arms every time they walked by in order to pick up more supplies, only to brush past you again on the way to their ship.

when your mother stepped off the ship for the final time to pick up the last crate, you grabbed onto her coat and begged, “please, take me with you, mama!” your words were barely coherent from all the choking and sobbing but it was obvious to anyone watching what you were trying to say.

she crouched in front of you and patted your head, the warmth of her hand soothing your aching heart ever so slightly. you instinctively reached out your arms to wrap around her neck, the same way you always did whenever she was about to carry you home. instead of picking you up, though, your mother pried your hands away.

“you’re a good girl, aren’t you, (Y/N)?” she cooed gently, a stark contrast to how firmly she gripped your two wrists in order to keep them a distance from her body.

you nodded, fresh hot tears still pouring down your cheeks.

“well, good girls aren’t selfish.” your mother smiled though it didn’t reach her eyes. “don’t you want mama and papa to be happy? hmm?”

you nodded again. you did want them to be happy but why couldn’t they be happy with you? you opened your mouth to ask but something deep in your heart stopped the words from coming out.

“good girl,” she said as she patted your head one last time. “mama and papa will be so happy once we’re out on the sea as long as you keep being good. if you’re really good, we might even come back to take you with us.”

“promise?” you whispered, holding out your pinky finger. your mother smiled and hooked it with her own.

“promise.”

for weeks you stayed right where they left you on the docks, your eyes glued to where the sky met the sea–the exact spot their ship disappeared from view.

ii.

Ace begs you to talk to him as he relentlessly trails behind you, leaving the bar and all thoughts of it behind him. his heart ramming against his ribcage as his thoughts on why you’re suddenly so cold run wild.

“say something, (Y/N)!” his voice cracks ever so slightly. “i just don’t understand–” he tries once more to grab ahold of your arm but you shrug him away the moment you feel his fingertips brush against your skin. “did i do something wrong? did i say something?”

the more he asks, the more you refuse to turn around to look at him. your heart aches from how distraught he sounds and the hurt does nothing but make fresh, hot tears well up in your eyes. you don’t understand why he’s so determined to follow you all this way and yet you can’t bring yourself to ask him why.

arriving at your private cabin aboard the Moby Dick, you try your best to enter whilst keeping Ace outside but he’s faster and stronger and manages to squeeze his way in. he shuts your door behind him and leans against it with his arms crossed. 

“are you gonna keep me prisoner, or?” you ask, trying your best to sound as unbothered as possible in hopes that you can conceal the tears on your face. alas, the cloudless night sky allows for the moon to cast its light through your window, illuminating your room enough for both of you to see each other clearly. 

Ace stands there silently with his big wet brown eyes staring straight into yours. what’s normally a sight you welcome with open arms is now your greatest source of misery as it dawns on you that he probably will just keep staring at you until you give in.

for a few minutes, your room is completely silent except for the occasional splashing of waves. looking at him, you think about how the girls at the bar are probably still waiting for him and yet here you are, keeping him away from having fun. he should be celebrating with the others and meeting new people, instead he’s here with you.

how selfish. 

Ace catches the way your shoulders tense up and how your eyebrows furrow even deeper than before. he can tell you’re thinking of something and he can’t help but wonder why you’re keeping it from him. you’ve never kept secrets from each other before, even as kids.

do you hate me? 

he swallows thickly as his own eyes prickle with tears.

did you finally realise i’m just not worth your time? that i’m just the bastard son of the world’s worst criminal with nothing to offer you? it took you long enough, huh?

“did i do something wrong? please, you have to tell me so i know how to fix it,” Ace pleads, against his better judgement. “ i can’t… you can’t hate me, too. please, (Y/N).” the words spill out faster than he can even think to stop them.

never in his life as Ace begged so openly to be loved–and he never thought he’d want to ever do so, either–but he can’t bear the thought of you despising him like the rest of the world does. it might actually kill him. 

“why do you care so much about what i think?” you snap back, tone coming across much harsher than you’d like. “why did you even come after me? you should be back in the bar! don’t you know there are people waiting for you? just go already!” you close the distance between you and him and grab his shoulders in an attempt to pry him away from the door so that he can finally get out and let you sulk alone in peace.

as expected, though, he doesn’t budge.

“do you not… want me anymore?” Ace asks in a voice so small you nearly miss it. the tears that have been holding on so diligently finally break free and streak down his freckled face as his expression contorts into the saddest one you’ve ever seen on his face.

now i’ve made you cry. i’m such a terrible person, aren’t i?

your heart twists painfully in your chest as you choke back your own tears. you so badly want to answer him truthfully, to let him know he’s all you’ve ever wanted but you can’t bring yourself to hold him back. what can you possibly offer that he can’t find from someone else who can offer him even more?

“i…” you have to force the words out, your throat far too constricted from all your crying. “i’ll always want you, Ace,” you finally admit selfishly, unable to stop once you’ve started. “i treasure every moment we spend together.” you give him a wobbly, sad smile. “but i think i’m getting too used to it and i don’t know how i’ll cope when you eventually find someone better.”

Ace stares at you silently as what feels like hours pass by.

it takes a while for the realisation that he hadn’t done anything to drive you away to dawn on him; that you actually want him as much as he wants you. never before has he related so strongly to words said by another and yet here you stand in front of him, having just said exactly how he feels about you. he feels his pounding heart race even faster than before, beating so quickly it almost hurts–except he welcomes it with open arms this time.

unbeknownst to him, you mistake his silence. 

this is it, isn’t it? i’ve said it out loud so you realise it, too, now.

but before you can try to convince him to leave your room again, Ace drops to his knees right in front of you, his eyes staring right into yours the entire time. he reaches out to take your hands in his, cupping your smaller hands in between his warm palms as he brings them to his lips. his hands begin to sweat and shake, and his kiss lingers longer than it should have, but he needs to buy a bit more time to prepare what he so desperately has to say to you.

“i know should’ve asked you this the moment we reunited but i didn’t so i’m asking you now.” Ace takes a deep breath. “marr- date me. i-i mean, be my girlfriend, please? be mine.” he pulls your hands apart to gently bring them to his face so that your palms cup his cheeks. his skin feels extra warm but you can’t tell if it’s from his Devil Fruit or from how hard he’s blushing right now.

the heaviness in your chest disappears in the blink of an eye as you recall a memory from your childhood you thought you’d long forgotten.

“we can date first. then i’ll ask you to marry me. deal?”

“deal… but what if…”

“if?” Ace tilted his head a little.

“what if you find someone else you want to marry?” you played with the hem of your pajamas, making sure not to make eye contact.

“don’t be stupid. i…” Ace coughed, unintentionally bringing your attention back to his face. his cheeks and ears were nearly as red as the shirt he wore. “... i’ll always want you.”

you begin to sob again, even harder this time, and Ace nearly has a conniption until he notices the wide smile spreading across your face. he feels his own lips tug into a grin as he swallows nervously. still cupping his face in between your hands, you run your thumbs across his cheeks, wiping away the dried salty tears from before.

is it really okay for me to be selfish?

you can’t help but wonder for a split second; however, your worries are washed away when you see how lovingly Ace gazes up at you as he remains kneeling on the floor of your room. if you didn’t know any better, you might think he’s looking at the most valuable treasure the sea has to offer.

“okay,” you say with a nod, your smile growing impossibly wider when his eyes practically shine in response, “i’d love to be yours.”

with a swiftness only a man like him can possess, Ace gets off the floor and scoops you into his arms, eliciting a surprised yelp from your lips. you wrap your own arms around his neck instinctively, not wanting to fall–as if he’d ever let that happen–but as soon as you’re lifted off the ground, you find yourself being tossed onto your bed with Ace following shortly after.

you giggle as he crawls over you, trapping your head between his toned forearms as he props himself up by his elbows. the sweet sound stirs something in his poor, overworked heart and it compels him to lean closer. the tip of his nose brushes lightly against yours but Ace doesn’t move any further, waiting for you to close the gap.

rewrapping your arms around his neck, you pull him closer until your lips slot against his, and a warmth you’ve never felt before blooms from your mouth and spreads throughout your entire body. your first kiss is clumsy and a little bit awkward but he tastes and smells so sweet you never want this moment to end. evidently feeling the same way, Ace licks at your lips greedily, coaxing your mouth open as he deepens the kiss, and moaning softly when your tongue clashes with his. 

more. more. more.

Ace wants everything you’re willing to offer him and in return he will give you all of him and then some. you could ask him for the sun itself and he’ll find a way to give it to you or die trying.

when you eventually part ways for air, he’s quick to make himself comfortable on top of you. his chest rests against yours as he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, brushing his bruised lips against the scar on your collarbone. his hands wander the expanse of your arms and torso before making their way under your shirt and staying there; his warm palms resting against your bare skin. in return, you hug him close to you and bury your face in his messy, wavy hair. you smile and press a kiss to the crown of his head when you realise he smells like your shampoo.

no more words are exchanged throughout the night as you lay in peaceful silence entangled with one another. before you know it, you’re lulled to sleep by the sound of Ace’s soft snoring.

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[yearsbecomingcool]

nice guys finish last | daniel markowitz 18+

donate to gaza here | masterlist | part 1

pairing | daniel markowitz x f!reader

synopsis | you see how long danny can really last.

warnings | f!reader, sexual context, mentions of premature ejaculation, subby!danny, dom!reader, handjobs, degradation, titty worship, nipple play, & edging.

word count | 1.6k

a/n | if writing submissive men is wrong i don't want to be right. this was so fun to work on, it's been a long time since i've written any smut involving men so this was a bit of a challenge, but a fun one nonetheless. i'm trying to figure out which other character's of fred's i want to write for so if y'all have any requests pls share, i am a deeply indecisive person. also!! if you'd like to be on my taglist for future fics let me know!!

You’re sitting on Danny’s lap as he hangs his head in embarrassment. He can’t believe he just came in his pants from making out and grinding. He feels like a teenager again in the worst way possible. He gathers himself enough to speak, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

You cut him off, cupping his face in your hands, “Hey. It’s okay, I’m not upset.”

“It’s just…it’s so fucking humiliating,” he whines. 

“Why? Danny…it was hot.”

He looks up at you, a bit confused. “What? I came in my fucking pants like- like a teenager. That’s embarrassing!”

“To you maybe. I don’t know…I liked it. It’s cute, I didn’t know I got you worked up like that,” you giggle, playing with his hair. 

“Cute? You’re messing with me, there’s no way you thought that was cute.”

You shake your head, “Some girls are into it y’know, I am at least. Makes me feel good to know that all I had to do was kiss you and dry hump you. Makes me think about how you’d react if I actually got my hands on you.”

“You want to touch me?” He asks it as if it’s the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard.

“Did you think I was grinding on you for shits and giggles?”

He blushes bright red, “I just…didn’t want to assume anything. I-I don’t know.”

“You’re fucking adorable, truly.” 

You cup his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. “Danny, let me make this clear. I want to touch you, I think you’re attractive, I’ve been into you for years. Fuck whatever insecure thoughts are running through that head of yours, okay? It’s hot that you just came in your pants like that, I wanna see how long you’d last if I touched you for real if you’d let me.” 

He wets his lower lip with his tongue and nods his head. “Please…” It comes out small and pathetic. He winces as he hears it leave his lips. 

“Please what? Tell me what you want me to do, Danny.” You straddle his lap again, thighs on either side of him. Your hand goes down to his belt. “I can’t give you what you need if you don’t ask for it.” 

He throws his back against the couch, whining pathetically, his hips rolling up against yours. You reach down to pin his hips to the couch, “Be a good boy and use your words.” 

“God…you’re really gonna make me?” He asks breathlessly. 

“I mean unless you want to go off into my bathroom and try to get yourself off, then yeah, you’re gonna ask for it.” He’s only seen this side of you a couple times in his life and every single time he’s crumbled beneath your feet, ready to do whatever you ask of him. With other girls he’s been the one to take charge, but as you order him around he can’t help but melt and bend to your will. 

He closes his eyes and sighs, “Please…please touch me. I need it so bad.” 

His pleas are music to your ears. You smile down at his lap and start to undo his belt, pulling it off and throwing it to the side. You lean forward and start to kiss his neck while you undo his pants. You don’t pull his cock out immediately, you’re gonna tease him first.

“Let’s make a deal, yeah? You hold off on coming till I give you permission and I’ll let you suck my tits. How does that sound to you?” 

He opens his eyes, glancing down at you hungrily. “I-I just have to hold it till you say?”

“Mhm, that’s all I need from you, pretty boy.”

“Fuck it, yeah, deal.”

You chuckle against his neck, your hand trailing down to his crotch. You begin to palm him through his underwear, whimpers falling from his lips almost instantly. “I knew that would work, fucking perv. Did you think I’d forget every time you’d look at my tits in my bikinis? You looked at me like you wanted to eat me, just wanted to bury your face in ‘em, hm?”

“Oh fuck me…” He mutters, his hips bucking up towards your palm, desperate for something more. “You noticed?”

“Danny, you’re as subtle as a brick through a window. You could’ve burned holes through them if you tried hard enough,” you laugh. You squeeze him through his underwear and his eyes shoot open like he was just given a shot of adrenaline. He whines so pathetically that you can’t help but smirk, “So sensitive…” 

“I can’t help it…I haven’t been with anyone since Allie,” he mumbles. 

“Forget about her, okay? I’m gonna make you feel so good, baby. Promise.”

You tug his briefs down, his cock springing free. “You were hiding this from me this whole time? Allie was a lucky girl,” you chuckle, biting your lip as you look down at it. You hold your palm up to his mouth, “Spit.” 

“You want me to spit on it, shouldn’t you do that?”

“Sorry, should I just dip your dick in your Dr. Pepper?” You ask sarcastically.

“Please don’t.” He leans forward and spits into your palm obediently. 

“Atta boy.” You wrap your hand around his cock, pumping it at a slow teasing pace.

He mewls at your touch, his head falling forward against your neck. He places soft kisses starting at your ear, trailing down to your collarbone. He keeps his hands to himself as best he can, gripping your waist. “Can’t believe this is real…” He mumbles against your skin. 

“How many times did you touch yourself thinking of me, Danny?” 

He whines, “So many times. I felt so guilty every time, just couldn’t get you out of my head. Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He begins suckling marks into your delicate skin, you whine as you get him off. 

You pick up the pace, watching how his body reacts to your touch. Part of you is shocked he’s held it this long after how quickly he came before. “Pervy boy…getting off to your best friend like that, should fucking punish you for it. Do you even deserve to cum again tonight?” You’re teasing, of course you’ll let him cum, you’re not cruel. It’s just way more fun to watch him squirm. 

“Please, please, I’m sorry! I-I just…you-”

“Hm, shut up. Fuck the deal, gonna give you what you need.” You tug your shirt down with one hand, your bra exposed. “Don’t make me do all the work here, it’s not gonna suck itself.”

He reaches forward to tug your bra down as well, he starts to kiss down from your collarbone to your breasts. He leaves marks every now and then, leaving a dark trail you know will leave you wearing turtlenecks for at least a week. He spends his time marking you up, he’s wanted to do it for years. He reaches up for your nipple, rolling it between his fingers, eliciting a whine from you. He smirks as if he’s won, you squeeze his cock softly to remind him who’s in charge. He lets out a strangled yelp and bucks up into your hand. He takes your nipple into his mouth, suckling at it as he moves his hand to tweak the other. You pick up your pace, muttering a mix of praise and degradation.

“Pretty fucking boy, you’re so good for me. Bet you spent so much time fucking your hand imagining doing this to me, hm? Bet you felt so guilty seeing me after, poor baby couldn’t get me out of his head. You’re doing better than I thought, didn’t know you could handle a pretty girl's hand around your cock. Could barely handle a kiss before.” You laugh as he suckles at you.

He’s practically fucking your hand at this point, bucking his hips pathetically. You squeeze your hand around his cock, stroking him and keeping the pace of his thrusts. His eyes squeeze shut and he moves his mouth to your other nipple, whining against your skin as he feels himself getting closer. He suckles harder, causing you to wince at the slight pain. You tangle a hand in his hair, pulling his face flush against your breast. He lets out a strangle moan and spills his seed against your lap and into your palm. As he comes down he suckles at your breast as if he’s soothing himself. 

He finally pulls away, breathing heavily. You bring your fingers to his mouth, “Clean ‘em up for me?” I ask. He brings your fingers into his mouth, sucking till they’re clean. You pull them from his mouth, wiping them against his t-shirt. You grab his chin and lift his head, you smile at the sight of his flushed cheeks and messy hair. “You’re so fucking hot.”

He grins bashfully, leaning his head back against the couch. “I didn’t know you could be so mean…or that I’d like it so much.” He lifts his hand, trailing his fingers over the marks he left on you. He looks proud of them.

“You owe me a turtleneck for these y’know, we’re lucky it’s winter.” 

“Hm you could just show ‘em off instead. Let everyone know I left ‘em there,” he numbles.

“Who knew you could be so possessive,” you laugh, rolling your eyes. 

“Look at you, if I don’t leave a mark I’ll never get another chance.” He sounds sad.

“You’re going to get many other chances, the night’s still young, I haven’t come yet…and tomorrow I might wanna wake up with a pretty boy between my thighs,” you tease, stroking his hair gently. 

“Fuck…I feel like I need to clean you up instead. Another round in the bath maybe? Your hot water got fixed, right?”

You chuckle, “Yeah, fucking finally. C’mon, I think you owe me an orgasm or two.”

[osohchoso]

Blood and Chains

Chapter Eight- Trust

Choso x F!reader

Previous | Chapter Index | Chapter 9 coming soon!

Content: hospital setting, Dr. Shoko :), some Choso lore recap, pain and comfort, mentions of death, spilling the truth, a lil angst, suggestive content MDNI

Beep. Beep. Beep.

A small groan escapes your chapped lips as the rhythmic beeping rips you from your slumber. With eyes shut tight, you attempt to recall the last moment you remember. The fear, the pain, the grotesque creature that speared you in the stomach. Reliving each scene in slow motion.

The worst part of all, a part that makes you sick to your stomach, was the look on Choso’s face. The pure terror as he failed to reach you in time. The anxiety oozing from his voice as you lost consciousness. It’s something you'll never forget.

You thought maybe it was all just a dream, a really bad one at that. There was no possible way any of that happened, just a monster made up by your imagination. 

If only that was the case.

You realize quickly that you are far from the land of dreams, laying in a bed you know isn’t your own. The strong smell of antiseptic lingering around the room. There is only one place you could be right now, a hospital. Confirming the fearsome events of last night did happen.

You don’t understand how, but you are safe now. Resting in an unpleasant hospital bed with a pillow that wasn’t nearly comfy enough to elicit a good night’s rest. The only pleasant thing was the comforting sensation of something weighing down on your chest. Your spine feels stiff and your abdomen aches from where the blade-like arm burrowed through only hours prior. But the pain is not nearly as bad as you expected after everything you went through. With a wound like that, the unimaginable blood you likely lost, you should be dead. That’s the only logical conclusion. Yet somehow, here you are, alive and heart beating strong by the sound of the cardiac monitor.

Peeling your eyes open, you are face to face with the source of the heaviness on your chest. Choso’s right cheek pressed against you, eyes closed as he sleeps. The fluorescent lights act as a spotlight, shining on an expression that proves he is far from a peaceful dream. His eyebrows drawn together tightly, worry lines creasing his pale skin. His loose hair spills over your body, messy from his hands fidgeting with the strands frantically. 

His fingers twitch, subconsciously tightening around your hand that you didn’t realize he was holding until now. Dried crimson painted on each of his long digits, your own blood no doubt. 

How long have you been out, how long has he been waiting? Your eyes search the room for a clue. Looking past the machines you're hooked to, you spy a large window with the curtains partly drawn. The sky is dark and cloudy but a peek of sun is fighting its way through the gloom. Gold and pink halos rim around the clouds in its path. 

Choso exhales a large huff of air, a wispy piece of his bangs taking flight and tickling your exposed collar bone sticking out of the loose hospital gown. His dark brows scrunch more, his grip on your hand almost bruising at this point. A panicked whine escaping his lips, unintelligible but clear enough for you to translate the fear behind it. The man is fighting a nightmare.

“Choso,” you mutter, voice hoarse and raspy, too quiet to reach him. His fingers constrict around you like a boa, nerves screaming under the force of his crushing pain. Another jumbled plea falling from his lips as a single tear drips down his cheek.

“Choso,” you repeat again, straining your vocal cords in effort to reach him. Your free hand, the one hooked up to the monitors, gently caresses his cheek. Thumb swiping away his falling tear. 

His eyelids fly open, glassy golden brown orbs looking straight into your soul. The white surrounding his irises are stained pink, as the skin around his eyes is a splotchy red. The puffiness tells a story of how his mental walls crumbled before he passed out on you like you’re a feather-down pillow. He continues to stare, as if he can’t trust the image in front of him is real, all while not releasing his death grip.

“Cho, that hurts.” You wince, the pain bordering on unbearable. He quickly releases your hand, whispering your name in disbelief. He sits up straight in the chair beside your bed, moving his hands to cup your cheeks ever so softly. The overwhelming smell of iron assaulting your nose. 

“You're awake…” he breathes out, your name falling off his tongue over and over while he continues to stare at you with watery eyes. “I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.” His bottom lip quivers, barely holding back the explosion of emotions. Now that he is awake, you can really see the evidence of exhaustion that plagues his features. You scoot over in the bed, patting the spot next to you.

“Come here.” He obeys immediately, one smooth motion as he lays on his side next to you. The too small hospital bed creaks as it objects to the weight of an extra person. He tenderly wraps an arm around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You notice how he is mindful to avoid touching your lower half, making you wonder how much damage you actually received.

“I was so scared, I thought–” he breaks off in a yawn, his body working overtime against the wave of fatigue. He needs rest both physically and emotionally, and now that he knows you're alive he may achieve that. “I thought I lost you,” his breath was hot on your skin.

“I’m here now. We have a lot to talk about.” You turn your head to leave a kiss on his forehead. “No more secrets between us. Rest first, and then I want the truth. The whole truth.” You expect him to refuse, to continue hiding you from the gruesome details of his life. 

But not this time.

“No more secrets,” he echos, his lips ghosting your neck before he slips away into a now peaceful sleep.

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The sun was high in the sky when you both finally woke again, the blinding rays shining onto your eyelids and pulling you away from your slumber. Choso nuzzles his nose against your neck, mumbling inaudible devotions of his love as he stirs to life. Everything felt normal again, minus the fact you were in a hospital. 

The door that leads to the main hall opens, an exhausted woman with dark brown hair and a lab coat walks in. For a moment she almost looks shocked when your eyes met hers. Blinking a few times to school her expression, she takes a few steps closer. 

“Choso…this bed is for patients only.” She sighs when she notices the large, clingy body next to you.

“Sorry ma'am,” Choso quickly leaps down from the bed and plops back into the chair beside you. Watching nervously as the woman, who you can only assume is a doctor, examines you. Picking at the skin around his nails as if it would help distract him.

Pen scribbles cut through the tense air as she writes down numbers and notes on a clipboard. All without saying a word. No introduction, no questions. Her deep brown eyes drifting over you now and then, as if she's searching for something. After her observations, she starts to poke and prod. Occasionally mumbling something to herself and writing it down. She finally sets the clipboard down on the metal bedside table, turning her focus to you.

“I’m glad to see you awake, we weren’t sure if you would pull through.” She says bluntly. “I’m Dr. Ieiri. It’s nice to meet you, though I wish it was due to a different circumstance.”

“I guess you're the one I can thank for still being here. Thank you” You shift in the bed, sitting up slightly.

“Not entirely,” She responds, throwing a look Choso’s way as if asking permission on how much she can reveal. Sighing when he shakes his head, denying her.

“I’ll tell her later,” he crosses his arms, looking at her. “Everything,” he adds on as a promise, his gaze soft when he turns to you, filled with love. The doctor nods and turns to you once again, taking a step closer as she narrows her eyes.

“How do you feel?” She asks. You mentally scan your body, surprised to find a lack of pain, just a few tender areas. You hesitate, you want to be thankful for not hurting but it only leaves you with more questions. Your body should be writhing with pain, one night in the hospital shouldn’t be enough to cure you.

“I feel fine, just a little sore in some spots,” you respond slowly, like you still can’t believe it yourself. 

“No burning? Nausea, dizziness or fatigue?” You shake your head no, denying each symptom. “Any weakness?” Dr. Ieiri asks again, raising an eyebrow. Quite the opposite. It must be due to the medical care and the nap, but you feel energetic. If you weren’t hooked up to the monitors, you could run a marathon right about now.

“I feel great actually.” You see the corner of Choso’s lips turn up in a small smile as he hears the enthusiasm in your voice. 

“Interesting,” she studies you some more as she mulls over her thoughts. “I need to check your wound.” She lifts up the edge of your gown until you see the white bandages wrapped around your abdomen. Your stomach does flips in anticipation, you're about to see the extent of the damage in just a few moments. The doctor carefully removes each layer, peeling the wrap away slowly. You mentally prepare for the gore you are undoubtedly about to witness.

But there is nothing, just a smooth scar that is a slightly different color than your usual complexion. Almost as if the damage occurred months ago. 

“How long was I out?” A coma is the only logical explanation for this quickly healed appearance. 

“Not long…maybe a little over twelve hours.” The woman responds factually, her professional tone almost makes you believe her. But there is no way your body would have healed from that brutal of an attack so quickly. This must be a dream, you think to yourself, returning to your original thought. That is why you don’t feel any pain, why nothing makes sense. Nothing more than a dream, and you're about to wake up in the comfort of your own bed like nothing ever happened. 

You let out a small hiss when the doctor pressed a hand to the scar, her cold palm both soothing and agonizing against the fiery flesh. A small jolt of pain, enough to tell you that this is reality. She quickly retracts her palm.

“It seems you're a little sensitive, that’s to be expected. Just take things easy for a few days.” 

“How–” One word falls from your lips, the rest of the sentence dies in your throat. Each second you lay here you are thrown more questions than answers, nothing makes sense anymore. Dr. Ieiri ignores you as she moves to unhook you from the beeping monitors in the room.

“Baby, please.” Choso pleads with you. “I will explain everything. No more secrets, just like we promised.” His eyes two round saucers, begging you to stay calm. Not to jump to conclusions. Nothing could prepare you for the story he was about to tell.

The doctor dispatched you from her care, deeming you healthy and not at risk for infection or other issues. Ordering you to continue resting, staying hydrated and keeping the wound clean. You change out of the gown and into a comfortable shirt and sweatpants she provided for you. Before you left, she handed you a business card. Dr. Shoko Ieiri printed at the top followed by a string of contact information.

“If you begin to feel any changes, contact me right away.” You pocket the card, assuring her you would reach out to her if needed, and follow Choso outside. 

A black car pulls up in front of the hospital, the buildings surrounding all look unfamiliar. Choso pulls open the car door, ushering you into the back seat. Being careful not to bump the injury on anything, you lower yourself onto the smooth leather interior. He follows in after you, sitting as close as humanly possible. 

“Let’s go home,” He murmurs, muffled by your hair as he presses his lips to your head. An arm wrapped protectively around you like he doesn’t trust the seatbelt to be enough. The man in the front looks back through the rear view mirrors, nodding back like Choso’s words were a command for him. 

The car roars to life and drives off. You watch the unfamiliar scenery whisk by your window, passing through streets you have never traveled through before. The car ride was silent. Neither you or Choso starting the conversation that needed to be had. The reserved man in the driver's seat also doesn’t speak, the tension in the car feeling so thick you had to roll the window down to let the cool air caress your face. 

Eventually, the car rolls up in front of a large white apartment building. Much bigger than your own, with several windows that show the mass amount of homes inside. Even though it isn’t a particularly expensive-looking place, you have no doubt that the appliances inside are newer than those that came with yours. Each unit complete with its own balcony lined around the outside, some with decorative plants or string lights to show off their individual style. 

Choso steps out of the car first, holding a hand out to help you up next to him. You hesitate, looking from him to the unfamiliar building. Where are you? Everything about today seems like a mystery. 

“Choso…this isn’t where I live,” You tell him, feeling a little confused. There is no way he forgot where your place is, right? He has been there so many times. Did the driver make a mistake?

“I know, this is my home, little flower. I want you to stay with me for a bit…just until we can be sure you are better. And so I can make sure you are safe too.” He explains it in a factual, monotone voice. Yet you can't ignore the hint of a smile that threatens to break through his calm facade, excitement for finally sharing his own home with you.

You grab his hand and he hoists you out of the car and onto the sidewalk next to you. He murmurs a small thank you to the driver, then places a large hand to the small of your back, leading you toward the front door of his apartment building. The unit he shares with Yuji is on the fourth floor. He pulls the keys from his pocket and quickly unlocks it, pushing the door open to reveal itself to you.

As you enter, you take in the space unfolding before your eyes. Showing wear from the two boys who live here. The indents left in the couch cushions, perfectly molded to their bodies from countless video game nights. Socks and sweatshirts that were discarded and forgotten about. Countless framed photographs of the two line the walls, along with a few extra that include friends who appear to be of Yuji's age. An empty cardboard pizza box sitting on the kitchen island. You can only imagine how much fun it would be to participate in an evening with both of them.

Choso closes the door behind you and steps in, taking off his shoes and stepping past you. He glances over to the kitchen and notices the mess cluttering the countertops. A few bowls piled high and a half-full mug of coffee sitting on the counter. 

“Yuji, I told him to–” Choso pinches the bridge of his nose, cutting himself off. He inhales deeply, filling his lungs with air in an attempt to calm himself down. He doesn’t normally get upset with his younger brother, but he asked him to do one thing. Clean the apartment, which he clearly forgot to do. And now, here you are, standing in the middle of his cluttered space for the first time. Not a great first impression. He lifts his eyes to meet yours, worry swimming behind his amber stare. A silent plea not to judge, that his place isn’t normally so trashed. 

But to you, you don't see it as a dump like he does. You see it as lived in. Nothing but evidence of the lives that call this space their home everywhere you look. It tells a story. The dirty dishes only serve as a sign that the boys are well fed. Even with the clutter, it feels cozy and inviting. A place that feels real, like a home. 

“Whatever,” Choso exhales, releasing himself from the inner turmoil. He can deal with the mess later; all that matters now is you. He walks down the hall, tuning and beckoning you with the wave of his hand. “Come on, let me show you my room.” 

You follow down the hall and he steps into his bedroom. Everything is so tidy and organized, with a lack of decorations. His bed in the center of the room is covered with perfectly folded blankets that you fear to disturb. Nothing is out of place, not even a single forgotten coin fallen from a pocket. It looks like the cover of a home magazine. Lacking that same personality the rest of the home had.

“Make yourself at home…I’m going to take a quick shower. Bathroom is just down the hall if you need anything.” 

“Good idea” You nod, noticing the blood still clinging to his skin and the greasy hair that hangs in front of his face. He exits the room, leaving you in his space that smells overwhelmingly like him. 

For the first few minutes, you stand there. Unsure what to do with yourself and not wanting to touch anything in his perfectly arranged room. You find yourself wondering how much time he actually spends in here, if it’s just a place to sleep and if that’s why there is an absence of decor. 

As you scan the room, your eye catches on the only wall hanging art there is. Taking a few steps forward, you recognize it immediately. The white rabbit and the purple flower, the print he bought when he visited the cafe. If only you knew how long he yearned for you after then, how many sleepless nights he would spend just staring at the pretty picture thinking of you.

You remember creating this print like it was yesterday, when Choso found you alone for the second time. The day you learned his name and got his number. It was a turning point in your relationship with him. A moment that lead to kisses and laughter, but also to pain.

The mirror in the corner of the room calls your name. You pad over and lift up the hem of your shirt, wanting to examine the scar again. You can see it clearly now, the rough outline almost star-like. You let your pointer finger drag gently along the border, tracing its ragged shape. Sparks of memories flood your brain. The fear, the pain. Leaving you wide eyed and unable to flee from the past.

As you stare at yourself, the world around you shuts down. Chest heaving with heavy breaths as your ears ring, making you numb to the reality around you. You’re completely oblivious to the shower shutting off or to the fact that Choso has reentered the bedroom. Wearing a pair of black sweatpants, his bare chest spotted with drops of water that fall from his still-wet hair. You don't recognize his presence until he's directly standing behind you, his arms wrapping around and pulling your back against his chest. Chin resting on your shoulder as he gazes at you in the mirror, a lovesick puppy.

“You're still so beautiful. Don’t you ever forget that.” He speaks softly, his warm breath making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. He trails one hand down your body until it reaches the scar, a wave of guilt flashes across his face as he touches it for the first time. His fingers lightly dance over it in a way that feels almost appreciative, admiring the new decoration on your skin. His lips graze over your neck up to your ear. “Every part of you is a work of art.” 

His words are enough to pull you away from the painful claws of the memory, hauling you back down to earth. But even as his light touches and soothing voice calm you down in one second, it's riling you up in the next. Heat spreads through you as your body craves more like life depends on it. You catch his eye in the mirror, communicating your thoughts with just a few flutters of your lashes. 

In the next second, he spins you around and presses your back against the mirror. The cold glass sends a shiver through your spine. It surprises you at first, but you waste no time in threading your hands behind his head, pulling him closer. One of his hands cups your face as his lips devour yours in a hungry kiss. Sharp teeth tugging at your bottom lip, tongue sliding against your own. The taste of mint from his freshly brushed teeth invades your mouth. 

His other hand, the one previously on your scar, trails up and under your shirt. His tender touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Large hand slipping under the cup of your bra until he is greedily pawing at your bare breast. His calloused thumb rubbing small circles on the hardened bud of your nipple, coaxing a sudden moan out of you. He swallows each sound you make, feeding off your noises. 

He is needy and eager, pressing his hardened bulge between your thighs. Rocking his hips slowly creating a delicious friction that both satisfies your clit and leaves you begging for more. He lets out a shaky whimper as his clothed cock digs into you, his whole body tense and ready to pounce. He lifts one of your legs up over his hip, giving him better access to tease you.

On any other day, you would have welcomed that. Jumped into his arms and climbed him like a tree. But the sudden movement of your leg jerking up sent spikes of pain shooting from your injury. You wince, screwing your eyes shut as you abruptly break away from the passionate kiss. He sees the flicker of agony and immediately sets you back down, quickly disentangling and taking a step back. 

“I’m sorry! I didn't mean to!” He panics, eyes wide with fear. “I shouldn't have even tried, I just…I couldn’t stop myself; I want to worship you like you deserve. I shouldn't have pushed you so hard while you're recovering.” He frantically rips his fingers through his hair, eyes wide like he just broke a prized vase at a museum. 

“I’m fine, I’m fine!” You try to reassure him quickly before he rips the beautiful locks from his scalp. You pull your shirt back in place to cover the irritated flesh. “Just a bit sore, I will be ok.” His eyes meet yours again, full of regrets. 

You wished the pain never interrupted you. You have been wanting him fully for so long, if it wasn't for that stupid injury stopping you could finally get a taste of him fully. To have him finally thrust his cock inside your desperate cunt, to fuck you so stupid you forget all the trauma you went through. 

Still, it doesn’t feel right. Not yet at least, not when the tension of the conversation that still needs to be had hangs in the air. Once you get answers to your questions, then you can continue what was started. 

“Cho–” a loud growl from your stomach rudely cuts you off. You hadn’t realized how famished you were until this second. 

“You’re hungry,” Choso is already walking toward the door, wanting to tend to his healing girlfriend’s every need without another word.

“Choso wait,” he halts by the door and looks back at you. “Can we talk about this first?” You don’t want to keep feeling left out in the dark, the longer it gets put off the harder it will be to clear the air. He shakes his head no.

“You need to eat first, we can talk after.” He exits the room, leaving no room to argue.

“Fine! But make something quick.” You call after with a defeated sigh.

Choso returns with two bowls of homemade chicken noodle soup. He always keeps a few batches on hand for when Yuji comes down with a cold, a comforting remedy crafted from the heart. You almost ask him to make you your own batch to freeze and heat up for late nights when you don’t want to cook. The warm broth heals you from the inside.

After eating, he stands up and takes the empty bowl from your hand. Preparing to go back into the kitchen to clean the dishes.

“You look tired, you should rest,” he whispers. It almost feels like he is avoiding telling you the truth. Finding every reason to prolong this difficult conversation as long as possible, hidden under the disguise of taking care of you. You reach your limit, you have to put your foot down at some point.

“No, I’m not even tired. I feel like I've been resting all day.” You sit up, leaning against the headboard to look at him. “No more hiding, no more secrets. It’s time for you to be honest.” You say it sternly, showing him you're not backing down from this fight. He lets out a sigh, setting the bowls back down on the bedside table and joining you back on the bed, sitting cross-legged. 

“Fine, I did promise.” He hesitates, mouth agape as he struggles to find his voice. “I don't even know where to start.”

“From the beginning, start there,” your words are a little gentler than before, as you reach out to grasp his shoulder, your thumb circling the muscles beneath his skin in a soothing pattern.

“I fear you won't like me when I’m done…I’m not the person you believe I am.” Despite his fears, he keeps his promise and explains everything to you.

For the next hour, he tells you an unbelievable tale involving curses and sorcerers. It sounds straight out of a fantasy book, but the way he speaks it so truthfully and devoid of any humor almost scares you. 

Choso’s whole existence seems like a tall tale. He claims to be half-curse and half-human. His human mother was impregnated by a cursed spirit, then a man by the name of Noritoshi Kamo who added his own blood into the mixture. Creating Choso and his 8 other younger brothers as a sick experiment. He then explains that he spent 150 years trapped in the confines of a jar as a special grade cursed object. 

It wasn’t until 4 years ago that he was given a human form. Him and two of his brothers were stolen from the warehouse they called home and forced down the throat of an unsuspecting civilian. Transforming him to the man you see before you, but his younger brothers weren't as lucky. Looking significantly less human-like. Choso was basically forced to side with the man who brought him to life, knowing his brothers would never be accepted in the society of today.

“I just wanted to be a good brother. I wanted to protect them, and live out our lives in peace.” Your heart breaks as you feel every emotion emanating from him. Even if you don't fully believe his story.

After that, he explains how his brother, Yuji, and his friend were responsible for the deaths of newly incarnated Eso and Kechizu. How badly he wanted revenge. How he was responsible for murdering innocents during the Shibuya Incident and how he almost achieved fratricide. The only thing that stopped him from finishing Yuji off was a special connection he felt, confirming him as family. 

He continues by talking about the past 4 years after the incident. How he was forced into the same line of work as Yuji, a jujutsu sorcerer. Which he explains is someone who can see these cursed spirits and can get rid of them using special powers or weapons. He briefly mentions that his own power is blood manipulation, a hereditary technique from the Kamo clan. 

The next part seems to be the most painful for him. A woman named Lilith, his lip curling in anger as he spits her name from his mouth. You can sense his hesitation as he begins to tell you about his first ever romance. Followed by his first ever heart break. How she used him, betrayed him and how he ultimately killed her. Leaving him with an empty hole where love used to be, and convincing himself he didn’t deserve to feel love ever again.

“I never wanted to get you involved in all of this. My world is dangerous, there are people out there who will hurt you. If a curse user knows I’m involved with you, they will not stop at hurting you…or worse…to lure me to them.” He lets out a sigh, placing his head in his hands. “And the higher-ups at Jujutsu Tech already know about my involvement with you after this incident, giving them yet another bargaining chip to get me to do their bidding.” 

“It will be fine,” you say nonchalantly in an attempt to calm his worries, not entirely believing much of anything he said. Sure, maybe there is some truth behind the things he said but why cover it up with an exaggerated fable. He lifts his head from his hands, glaring at you. You have never seen him this genuinely upset. 

“You don't believe me,” it isn't a question, he’s pointing out the obvious. His thick eyebrows pulled tight, creased lines forming between them. “I just poured my entire heart out to you, and you don't believe me!?”

“Cho, you expect me to believe you are some crime-fighting, ghost-hunting 150 year old man who shoots…blood?” It sounds so ridiculous coming from your own mouth. “I thought we agreed not to lie anymore.” 

“This is real, my life isn't some joke!” His voice cracks as he raises his voice, edged with desperation. “Those are my real experiences, my cross to bear, my burdens. I’m not saying this shit for attention, I’m telling the truth like you asked.” He lets out a frustrated scoff.

Never once has he raised his voice like this to you, never once has he fought so hard for something. It makes you want to believe him, but how could you when the ideas he presented don’t follow the known laws of nature? When he claims to be something so outlandish when all you see him as is sweet, loveable Choso.

Then again, today has already been a roller coaster. Unexpected twists and turns constantly thrown your way.

“I knew you wouldn’t believe me,” he frowns. “But this is not a lie.” He holds one of his palms up, blood leaking from the black rectangle over his nose. 

“Choso! You're bleeding, are you hurt.” You gasp, pointing to his face as tears of blood generate. He ignores you, concentrating on the droplets of blood. The crimson fluid flows from his face and into his hand, forming a rippling ball. In the next second, it's transformed into a red dagger, which he twirls around in his hand cockily. “Believe me now?” he smirks.

How could you deny it now that you have seen proof. Everything he said, it was all real and not some made up fantasy The curses, the sorcerers, Kenjaku and Mahito. All real, proving you were very much in danger like he said. Your heartbeat pounds faster as you nod. You watch as the dagger of blood dissipates and flows back into his body. He reaches a hand toward yours, wanting to hold you but he hesitates. His hand hovering midair as he decides whether or not he should touch you.

“Are you scared of me?” He asks softly, a canine tugging at his bottom lip nervously. His eyes wide with worry as he waits for you to respond. Every dragged out second of silence causing his heart to pound a little harder.

“No, I’m not.” Your hand closes the distance, fingers locking tightly with his. If he wanted to hurt you, he could have done it by now. There is no reason to fear him when all he has done is try to protect you. 

“Then what are you thinking, little flower?” His thumb rubs small circles on the back of your hand as he awaits your response. You attempt to gather your thoughts, battling the information overload. 

“I…I’m not sure. I think I’m still processing everything.” 

“I know it’s a lot, take your time.” His soft voice eases you some. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you,” you whisper to him, guilt peeking through your tone. Everything he had been through had been real, and you dismissed it all. Stomped all over his past and claimed it wasn’t real.

“I know, but I’m not mad.” He squeezed your hand a little tighter. “And I’m sorry for raising my voice, I just was frustrated.” A silence falls between you as the forgiveness sinks in.

“But now, I need to ask you something.” Here it comes, the question you have been dreading since regaining consciousness. “What were you doing following me?” He narrows his eyes at you.

“I…uh…” You swallow the lump in your throat. You just need to spit it out. “I thought maybe you were cheating on me…so I followed to see where you went off to. I quickly realized that was a mistake.”

“Cheating…” He trails off “Why would you think that?” Hurt flickering behind his amber stare.

“Cho, you have to admit you were acting pretty secretive. You wouldn’t tell me about your job and you were always sneaking off without an explanation. Which I understand now but in the moment I felt like I wasn’t good enough for you.”

“No baby” He murmurs sadly. “Please never think that. You are everything to me, too good for me really. I count my blessings every day that I have you with me in my life. I would be an idiot to cheat on you. If that ever happens, I give Yuji permission to send me to the afterlife, because clearly the real me is long gone.” 

You're glad to be having this conversation with him. Both of you finally opening the baggage for the other to see, leaving no stone unturned as you share the raw and honest truth. This is how a partnership should feel, and now the bond between you and Choso can continue to grow stronger, into something unbreakable. But one question still remains on the tip of your tongue.

“Choso, Shoko said she isn’t the only one to thank for being alive. What did she mean by that?”  His hand tightens slightly around yours.

“Truth is, by all logic, you should have died. You lost so much blood so fast. I took a risk to keep you here. There was no way you would have made it until help arrived in time, and moving you would have been impossible with just me and Yuji. I infused some of my blood into your body, which was even more dangerous due to its poisonous capabilities. But I wasn’t thinking about the after effects, I just wanted you back again.”

“There was a 1 percent chance it wouldn’t kill you, that you would pull through in the end. And you did, I’m so proud of you. You are so strong, pretty girl.” He leans in to kiss your forehead. “And I figured Shoko could just flush your system of the toxin once you were healed.”

“And did she?”

“Mostly. But I guess she couldn’t remove all of it. There are still remnants of my cursed blood lingering within your body.” He pauses for a moment, unsure what to say next. “Shoko has never dealt with a case like this, so she didn’t expect you to survive. You surprised her when you did, and now she isn't sure what changes this will have on your life.”

“Guess I can’t live a normal life anymore can I?” Goodbye to the chill days as an art student, and hello to the dangerous supernatural world you were suddenly dropped into.

“No, I’m afraid not, little flower.” He lets out a small huff of laughter, leaning his head against yours. “But I promise, I will always protect you. No matter what gets thrown our way, we can get through it. I just need you to trust me.” 

A small smile curls across your lips as you speak your next words sincerely. 

“I do trust you”

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A/N: had to fight my ADHD demons to get this posted by tonight

[rogerbarel]

I'm extremely emotional all the time about how Roger and Alfons are such easy, excellent foils for each other that only become more thematically intertwined the more you learn about them.

long post, unedited so it's probably disjointed and my observations may be totally banal OR pretentious and reaching idk, spoilers for both their routes (and a brief mention of late into Liam’s and Elbert’s) and possibly some events

They're a pair of insufferable, teasing, hedonistic, hard-drinking men with... questionable consent practices. That's how I'm gonna word that for the sake of not getting derailed. Anyway. They both couch their care for others in self-serving language (although that's not exclusive to them--Jude and Harry do it, too) and overall present themselves as selfish people. They're opposed in taste--beer vs whiskey, dogs vs cat, "refined" vs "rough" (although neither term encompasses them so well). They piss each other off but can't seem to totally detach from each other.

The contrast is immediate but gets emphasized even further in how they value their lives and whether or not they believe they can change their fates.

Alfons is resigned to tragedy and values nothing (or at least tries not to). He is ephemeral and meaningless, only temporarily holding whatever value others see in him, which really says more about them than him. It doesn't feel quite right to say that Alfons's life should neither add nor detract anything from this world--more, it's like any impact that Alfons makes needs to be easily attributable to someone else. Or maybe not? He's so quick to tell the robin to place responsibility for all their encounters on him... And a person you'll eventually forget makes a perfect scapegoat because the grudge and the pain can die with him.

Perhaps as a mirror, he aims to show you the happiest parts of yourself while letting your woes vanish in the mirror with him. And things get wonky when he finds himself with desires, wanting to reach out and mark you rather than finding amusement in just reflecting you.

(I'd like to see him paired in an event with Will and Ellis. Someone who pushes you to be the fullest "you" and someone who places your happiness above all else [or at least attempts to], who all fight with how their own desires conflict with what they otherwise want for you, and how that causes them Emotional Problems. But I'm not a Will or Ellis expert so don't ask me to elaborate on that. Hell, I'm not even an Alfons expert. I'm not an expert on anything! I make Harrison Greyglogabgalab memes and draw Roger’s giant tits!!)

Then there's Roger on his quest to best fate. He can't stop, he can't die. He has to value his life because he's the one doing all this important work! His life is what keeps it going! Nothing is hopeless--it's bleak, but never hopeless--unless he gives up. He is not going out of his way to please, he is here to get what he wants. It might align with what you want, and maybe making you happy is what'll make him happy in this moment, but he can't lose sight of his own priorities. He pisses Al off so much partly because he’s so stubbornly dedicated to finding a way to preserve Al’s personhood/history when Al has long decided to live his days as if he will ultimately be unpersoned. It doesn’t matter what Alfons says, Roger has decided that this is happening anyway. (Although tbf, if he did find a way to eliminate curses, he probably wouldn’t force Al to take it. So he’s not entirely disrespecting his agency. Neither man is 100% consistent in being other-oriented or self-oriented, which I like, because humans are the same way. And I like my characters especially selfish and messy.)

Where Alfons has to learn to figure out a life that centers him-as-person and not him-as-mirror, Roger has to decide where love/another person fits into a life and self that he thought he had very definitively shaped around himself and his pursuits. (That being said, I don't think he was particularly averse to the idea of it changing since he egged the robin on so much in her quest to prove to him that love is real. He also admits in one of his epilogues that he suppressed a desire for companionship. Iirc, it was because he felt he needed to be strong on his own, but it's been a while, so I could totally be wrong on that one.)

I think it's very cool that the hedonist's life is built around everybody else (I would not call this agape or selfless love, or even pathological people pleasing... just an absence of an idea of what to do with himself) while the doctor is always thinking about his own priorities. A little irony!

I also want to chew a little bit eventually on how they both come onto the robin at the end of other routes and how other characters receive that. Elbert specifies lategame (can’t remember which of his endings) that he doesn’t think Alfons would steal the robin away from him because Alfons is typically someone who gives others what they want, not takes what he wants. Whereas he wants her to stay several steps away from Roger at all times. He knows that Roger won’t fuck with his bodily autonomy like past doctors, but he does NAWT trust him with his girl. Idk if I’d say Roger has the least regard for other members of Crown’s wants vs his own, but he at least presents himself as Mr. Steal Yo Girl in at least Liam and Alfons’s endings (I think both blind love epilogues). I’m still deciding how sincere he was either of those times or if he had some ulterior motive. It’s not that I don’t think he could be a total dick, I’m just not totally convinced he’d fuck over Liam or Alfons that brazenly when he seems to care about them in his own “I will never say it” way. And he must have known that Liam was in earshot, that he’d hear Roger hitting on the robin and her rejecting him without hesitation/reaffirming her love for Liam… Still sitting on the stuff with Alfons because it’s possible he thinks that Alfons is too flawed to be her lover, but… idk, he’s been searching for a way to break the boy’s curse for twenty goddamn years, it feels forced for him to talk about Al so callously. Idk! I could be delusional! But it’s fishy to meeee!1

But yeah. Especially with their shared history, it's hard not to view them as a pair. They’re also a lot of fun together; they had me rooooolling in Harry’s aphrodisiac event. Try to distance yourselves from each other all you want, you are on the same! Bullshit!

I've also noticed that a couple people, myself included, seem to have really strong opposing reactions to the two of them (although Alfons has really grown on me), and I'm always curious what the reason for it is because imo they're two sides of the same coin, two peas in a sleazy pod.

Idk what to make of this, I just wanted to ramble about how the parallels between the two run deeper than surface level and how exciting I find that. I love them. Thanks for reading. Please feel free to add to any of this or refute anything I’ve said, I’m really just thinking out loud. Gotta use the ol’ brain every once in a while to make sure it still runs.

[starkenobi]

With Love | Natasha Romanoff x reader

masterlist — warnings: mcu; avenger!reader; fluff; acquaintances to lovers; flirty.

Summary: Were you reading it wrong the signs? You hope not, because you really want to be the one for Natasha Romanoff.

“You're staring.”

Natasha grumbled softly, pretending to have her attention completely focused on the book she had in her hands, and ignoring your watchful eyes. Lying on the carpet next to the couch, you watched the small shiver that took over her arms, knowing that it had such an effect gave you a feeling of butterflies in your stomach. Ignoring the reports you had to do, you placed the notebook on the coffee table and sat down so you could look at her better.

A small pout formed on Natasha's lips. “ Stop it, honey.”

You let out a grunt of protest. You never thought you would be in this kind of situation, that you would reach this level of intimacy with Natasha. But there you were, sprawled on the floor of Natasha's room, the weekend after your first long solo mission... Talking about relationships.

You had been invited by Steve to be part of the Avengers, having gained attention after saving children in a terrible explosion in a museum. That was two years ago. Initially, you didn't accept the invitation, deciding to only help when your presence was extremely necessary. You didn't have any great superpowers, just a wonderful memory that helped you to be able to imitate anything you saw, read or heard just once. It didn't take long for you to quit your civilian job and join the Avengers for good, increasingly bored with the calm dynamic, becoming unable to hold back the growing desire to make a difference.

"I just don't understand, okay? I'm outraged! You deserve the world! I can't believe those fucking exes treated you porly.”

Natasha sighed heavily, still pretending to read the book despite not having turned the page in the last few minutes. "Thank you for your support, but it's water under the bridge."

Closing the notebook for good, you pushed the device away as if it were her fault. You weren't at all pleased to see the resignation on Natasha's face; if it were anyone else, you would even think it was just an act, but you could notice the tips of her ears starting to take on a red tone.

Frowning, you crawled to her feet and rested your hands on her knees, finally managing to make her look up from the book. “Tasha, there’s no way you’re just going to accept this.”

She slammed the book shut, throwing it across the couch, and glared at you. “What do you want me to say? I’m tired of wondering if there’s something wrong with me!”

Your eyes widened, completely surprised by her outburst. Maybe the topic was really sensitive, but you couldn’t back down now. After all these months, the coffee invitations and offers to help with small everyday things outside of missions, the affection and smiles, the long conversations… It was a sign, right? So, swallowing hard, you gathered the courage to say out loud what you wanted to say since the first day you saw her.

“Let me eat you out.”

Natasha gave you a small slap on the shoulder in reprimand, making you lose your balance. “Hey!”

“Come on, I'm serious!” You said as you felt the need to defend yourself, hating the idea that she thought it was a joke. You looked at Natasha as seriously as possible, even though she tried to avoid your eyes. “I’ll always give you the orgasm you deserve, without asking for anything in return.”

Natasha's ears got even redder and her cheekbones too, but you couldn't tell if it was discomfort or just embarrassment. Natasha opened and closed her mouth a few times, for a moment she seemed to not know what to say, she finally took a deep breath - as if gathering courage - but the moment was interrupted by knocks on the door.

“Oh, it must be Steve and Bucky wanting to plan in advance the next mission we're going.” Natasha said, moving away quickly and stopping only when she reached the door, giving you a strange look before commenting quietly. “I think you better go.”

You felt the butterflies in your stomach wilt. You didn't dare say anything else, quickly gathering your things and shoving them into your backpack. With your trembling hands, you hoped that at least your face was neutral enough and tried to smile at the super soldiers who seemed surprised to see you there. Ignoring them exchanging silent glances with Natasha, you said goodbye without much flourish, avoiding looking Natasha in the eyes. And you left without waiting for an answer. When you got out of the elevator, you mentally thanked yourself for not bumping into anyone, and for Friday not reacting at all after being the only witness to your pathetic crying.

Your head was heavy, the days passing by in the blink of an eye, but you felt completely numb. It seemed that Natasha had been avoiding you since that weekend, you could never run into her alone like you used to. Always accompanied by someone from the team, she seemed to be always running around and completely busy. You couldn't stop thinking that, maybe, you had really misinterpreted everything, that the feeling was one-sided. Of course you wouldn't blame her. If it were really true that you had misunderstood everything, you would like to be able to apologize. But you couldn't deny that the rejection still hurt, even if it was done silently.

"Are you crazy? Of course she's going to run away from you, this is not a topic to talk about at work." Kate interrupted you, an expression of outrage on her face.

Yelena rolled her eyes at her girlfriend's reaction. "I think it's better if you visit her this weekend, at her apartment."

Kate stared at her in disbelief. "Without an invitation?"

“The worst that could happen is Natasha pretending she wasn't home, or closing the door in her face.” Yelena shrugged, turning her attention back to the coffee.

So that's what you did, with a box of chocolates and a bouquet of roses in your hands. Knocking on the door a few times, at the rhythm that she would know it was you. Your heart was pounding so hard, it felt like it was going to come out of your mouth. It was a cool spring Saturday, but you felt as hot as if you were in a sauna. You were completely nervous, but everything disappeared when Natasha opened the door.

“I was going to text you now.” She said with a smile, opening the door wider so you could enter.

Taking a few steps to the living room, you turned to hand over the gifts. Lowering your head, not daring to look into her eyes and see the possible rejection. “I'm sorry for the last time, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I read the signs wrong, I hope we can still be friends.”

“You didn't do anything wrong.” Natasha sighed, placing the chocolate and the bouquet on the counter, and then walking over to where you were. “I just thought I was misreading the signs, that you were just playing around like you do with Stark.”

You felt your body relax, your heart beating fast, but for a good reason, you couldn't help but smile as you looked back at her. “So it's okay if I admit that I've always wanted to go down on you? With love, of course.”

Natasha snorted, and you couldn't help yourself and ended up laughing, loving her reaction. Teasing her was one of your new favorite things, especially with a vocabulary worthy of cheap porn. However, you needed to keep a bit of seriousness for now, so you carefully held her hands and brought them to your lips to place a kiss.

“You're impossible.” She complained, but with a smile on her lips.

“Forgive me? I know I should have asked you out on a date before telling you that I want to kiss every part of your body.” you said, bringing one of your hands to her face, and when she tilted her head towards the caress, you felt your heart skip a beat and your stomach explode with butterflies.

Closing her eyes, she murmured. “Dinner at that new restaurant near here? I demand pampering.”

You couldn't stop smiling, so much joy. Unable to contain yourself, you ended up leaning in to place a kiss on Natasha's cheek and then a small kiss on her lips. “Anything my princess wants.”

You would do everything to make it work, to make her happy. And who knows, maybe in the near future you could officially call her your girlfriend. But for now, a first date with her was enough.

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[scientificwitchry]

My Thoughts on Caleb's Biblical Symbolism

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This is going to be long-winded and essentially a rant (so don't expect me to make sense). Also probably not accurate as these are simply MY thoughts based on the little info we know from the events of the game along with Caleb's trailer(s) and the teasers/showcases of his cards posted. As well as his commissioned art. Also, spoilers if you haven't read Chapter 4 of the game yet.

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I've seen many people talk about things such as the cultural significance of Caleb's dynamic with MC and trope and character but I haven't seen a lot about his biblical symbolism.

Of course, as anyone who cares can tell, Caleb is an obvious reference to the story of Adam and Eve.

In the story of Adam and Eve, the first humans created by God lived in the Garden of Eden, basically a utopia absence of violence, and most importantly for this analysis; sin. They are allowed to eat from any fruits in the garden save for those from the Tree of Knowledge. Despite knowing this, Eve, having been tempted by the serpent does so after being implored to do so to attain the knowledge of both good and evil. Not only does she eat from the tree she gets her lover, Adam to do so as well.

As a result, Eve is punished to experience the pains of childbirth and to desire her husband but be ruled over by him and Adam to be cursed with the death of labor before both are promptly cast out of the Garden of Eden.

This probably isn't the exact story, but it's the story I grew up knowing of.

One thing I can't help but notice is that in Caleb's first official commission art (art that devs commission from artists) is that in the art Caleb is holding out an apple presumably for the MC to eat as a snake is coiled around his hand while both of them are surrounded by greenery.

Though, the story of Adam and Eve actually never describes the fruits as being an apple, It doesn't describe it all in fact. For all we know it could've been a durian. But the common assumption is that the fruit Eve ate was an apple. That paired with the setting, the snake, MC leaning in as if to take a bite makes it pretty obvious that he's supposed to reference the story of Adam and Eve paired with the apple we see on his dog tag, even his profile picture, then in his trailers and even in the teaser for Farspace Deprivation they mention sin which I'll come back to later.

The first thought I had was that Caleb was the serpent which tempted Eve (us/mc). And it would fit him well considering that in both his trailer and the teasers for his card he feels so manipulative? This is especially the case with his Farspace Bloomfall.

Like there is no way you can look at this and not think he's manipulating the fuck out of us. But even with that, I believe that rather than him representing the serpent which deceives Eve (mc), I am of the opinion he represents Eve who eats from the tree of knowledge.

A part of it also has to do with his second and most recent commission art.

One thing I noticed about this piece was that he and MC seem to be in the sky, supposedly falling. It could (and probably is) a reach but it reminds me of when Adam and Eve are cast out from the Garden of Eden by God. Considering how this is a lot more grim (?) compared to the first commissioned art, the same way Caleb's official appearance as a love interest is a lot darker than his first appearance as a character.

To me, even though there's a high possibility that it is, I don't consider the tone shift in his commissioned art a coincidence at all. This and his re-appearance as a love interest show Adam and Eve were cast out of the Garden of Eden. Caleb and the MCs life together before the explosion was their eden. an idyllic utopia absent of sin. Whatever it was that led up to that explosion was Caleb eating from the Tree of Knowledge. The serpent in the bible convinces Eve that eating from the Tree of Knowledge would give her knowledge of both good and evil, making her like God. I believe whatever knowledge Caleb now knows is the evil that has completely traumatized him.

Another reason why I believe that Caleb represents Eve requires us to go back to his card; Farspace Deprivation.

MC calls him a sinner and not only does he admit to being a sinner (carrying sin) but asks us to carry it as well. Eve is often interpreted as having beguiled Adam into sinning with her (eating from the Tree of Knowledge). However, there is no mention (to my memory) of it in the bible. But when God confronts Adam he blames Eve and Eve then blames the serpent which is probably where the interpretation comes from.

And while it may seem like a stretch, I wholeheartedly believe that the last sentence is his way of beguiling us. I don't think it's in the sense he's completely faking referenced loneliness. It is my belief that all the emotions we see Caleb express are real but he recognizes the fact that we are weak to them and leans into that to appeal to us and by god does it work.

But putting this aside, my main point in going back to analyze the lines in Farspace Deprivation is that I not only believe that this exchange cements the idea that Caleb is meant to represent Eve and us Adam but like in the story the two of us carry a shared sin and like Adam and Eve we will also carry a punishment (not like the ones in the bible obviously). Or maybe we already have and MC has just been yet to realize. Maybe we had already bitten into the fruit of knowledge without having even realized it and are being punished for it.

Additionally, I'd like to add that Adam and Eve sinning is also what granted (imo at least) humans free will. The same way in which Caleb doing so (according to my longwinded and olympian levels of stretching theory) granted him freedom. in the "Homecoming Wings" video he says he held himself back and endured day after day, then describes it as being suffocating. To me, this is referencing his feelings for us. He held himself back from exposing his true feelings to us to maintain our Garden of Eden, but by abandoning that world he's freed himself from playing the role of our gege.

Now it's a matter of whether the freedom of sinning outweighs the punishment that follows. What if Eve never gave into the serpent? What if she and Adam continued to live idyllicly in that utopia? What if that explosion never happened? What if Caleb continued to be by our side, in our memories as our gege and not Caleb? What if humans never experienced suffering, pain, grief, and death? We will never know for humans will never be sinless and Caleb and MC will never know for they are forever sinners.

Art's Source: https://x.com/chimmyming

[loredrinker]

Solas and Ghilan'nain - Past Lovers?

I’ve got it stuck in my head that Solas and Ghilan’nain were lovers.

I mean, there’s no direct evidence - but can I find narrative elements to make the case? Sure can!

A few splinters lodged themselves in my mind as I played through the game and remembered some details from Inquisition. These thoughts have only burrowed deeper since then.

Starting with this: 

That’s such a specific thing for Solas to say. It implies he knew her very well. How many late-night conversations or time spent together would it take for him to notice her sensitive nature? And not just notice it, but hold onto it so deeply that he later uses it to try and reach her before she ascends? That feels personal to me.

And his reaction to Ghilan’nain’s use of the Blight to warp creation? It feels like devastation. It’s not just moral outrage - it’s sorrow, disappointment. As though her actions were a betrayal by someone he not only respected but cared for emotionally. Maybe even loved.

The Letters

Then there are their letters - sounding like they were sent long after their relationship would have ended, when Ghilan’nain was preparing for her ascension. They read like a final attempt on Solas’s part to stop someone he once cared for, a last effort to appeal to the person she used to be.

Solas’s letter to Ghilan’nain still has that intimate and familiar tone. It's once again implying that he spent time with her, observing, understanding, talking about her work with her. He's acknowledging her brilliance but questions the morality of her choices. It makes me wonder: did Ghilan’nain ever share her creations with Solas before releasing them into the wild?

In his letter, Solas is warning her, cautioning her against the Evanuris. He’s worried - not only about the consequences of her actions but also about the possibility of having to oppose her himself, as he eventually did with Mythal. There’s even a sense of protectiveness in his words, as though he’s trying to shield her from the political manipulations of the Evanuris.

If Solas and Ghilan’nain were lovers, it would explain why her choices seem to affect him. They don’t just trouble him on a moral level - they hurt him emotionally. He appeals to the Ghilan’nain he knew in their private moments, urging her to use her talents for the good of “our people”.

And the reference of Andruil brings to mind the tale from The Masked Empire - Fen'Harel and the Tree, where Felassan recounts Fen’Harel being captured by Andruil for 'hunting the halla without her blessing'. (Solas pursuing Ghilan'nain without Andruil's permission or knowledge).

If Andruil was jealous of a relationship between Ghilan’nain and Solas forming (and possibly forming before even Andruil and Ghilan'nain become lovers), her response might have been to try to seduce Solas herself to drive a wedge between them, or to promise Ghilan’nain support and power to pull her away from him. (Check out this fan theory on this love triangle.)

And Solas inserts a jab: 

"Of course, I know why. I hope you gain peace with Andruil. You would not be the first to sacrifice your morals for love." 

This statement is pretty charged. Is there an undercurrent of jealousy or betrayal here? He’s accusing Ghilan’nain of compromising the very values he once believed defined her - values he would have come to know intimately if they had a relationship.

But could Solas also be reflecting on himself here? Perhaps with Mythal? Or, keeping this focused on Solas and Ghilan’nain, could he be admitting that he might have compromised his own values for Ghilan'nain at some point?

It’s all open to interpretation, but that ambiguity is part of what makes this potential pairing so tantalizing. 

Ghilan’nain’s Response

Ghilan’nain’s letter draws a parallel between them, pointing out that neither of them is among the original, godlike firstborn. Could this shared status as outsiders have drawn them together? There’s something seductive about the idea of two outliers finding common ground in a world ruled by the Evanuris.

Her letter also highlights the philosophical divide that separates them. Solas values restraint and ethics, while Ghilan’nain is captivated by the untapped potential of magic - even if it means crossing moral boundaries. Going against the values he thought she held.

And then, she jabs back:

“She supports me, always, in everything.”

It feels like a veiled accusation: Why didn’t you support me the way Andruil does? Perhaps she expected Solas to stand by her as she pursued her evolution, but instead, she finds herself defending her decisions against his judgment. There’s a passive-aggressive edge to her words, reminiscent of Mythal.

Yet, beneath this letter there feels a hint of regret. She shows Solas a lingering connection to her past - maybe even sorrow for the person she used to be.

“At the bottom of the letter is the stamp of a stylized halla head.”

Maybe this is her version of drawing a heart at the end of a letter. Whether intentional or not, it feels significant. Perhaps a reminder of what she once was or a soft plea to Solas: Remember this part of me.

Inquisition Evidence 

When I started looking to see if others shared my thoughts on Solas and Ghilan’nain, I was pleasantly surprised to find that some definitely did - going back to 2018. One fantastic thread started by @liaragaming was a lot of fun to read. It dives into various moments in Inquisition that could be hints to a deeper relationship between the two. I encourage you to read through it.

One thing in particular it mentions is a codex that also caught my attention when I began researching connections between Solas and Ghilan’nain.  

Pride - capital P.

Ghilan’nain was killing countless beasts for Andruil, but if Pride is Solas, then he stops her - at least to save some of the beasts - and she listens to him. At one point, he held influence over her.

If they were lovers, Solas would have done everything in his power to urge her to resist total submission to the Evanuris, seeing their demands as acts of tyranny and control. But, by convincing her to defy them, even in a small way, he might have unknowingly set in motion tensions between Andruil and Ghilan’nain - tensions that could have ultimately unraveled the bond between Solas and Ghilan’nain as well. Tensions that could have led Andruil to discover that Solas and Ghilan'nain were bumping bits.

What I love about this is how it serves as yet another example of Solas overstepping his bounds with the Evanuris, challenging their authority.

But there are other juicy teases in this thread worth highlighting.

“I know that mistake, to carve the angles of her face from memory.”

What if that line might actually refer to Ghilan’nain - and a betrayal. 

In that same thread, @mrs-gauche points to an ancient elven codex in Inquisition, that talks about a crime of high treason.

When I read the codex, it feels like it’s referencing Solas taking shape as the Dread Wolf. Ghilan’nain urged him on - encouraged him, maybe even helped him. As a creator of monsters, what if they combined their powers to enable him to shapeshift? If Solas once held enough influence with her that she listened to him, it’s possible he also confided in her about his mistrust of the Evanuris, possibly even early ideas for rebellion against them. Perhaps this “shape” was even her idea, a contribution to his cause. However it happened, it’s clear Elgar’nan was furious that Solas dared to wield a power reserved for the gods.

Now, the phrase “the sinner belongs to Dirthamen” is more complex, especially when considering how language evolves and meaning can be lost over time. It could imply that the sinner (Solas) was an ally or had ties to Dirthamen - perhaps someone Dirthamen valued or sought to defend. This would align with Dirthamen’s association with knowledge and secrets, suggesting that the sinner’s actions might have carried hidden truths that others misunderstood.

Alternatively, it might signify a rite of judgment, where Dirthamen acted as an arbiter, evaluating the sinner’s deeds before passing him to Mythal or Elgar’nan for final judgment.

If Solas is the sinner, Ghilan’nain urging him to take this form may have brought punishment down on her as well. Or, in a bid to save herself, perhaps she betrayed him - revealing this new power to Andruil, or even exposing his early plans of rebellion - who in turn delivered it to Elgar’nan.

And Mythal? If Solas looked to her for protection and she refused? Was this supposed protector of the people acting out of jealousy? A personal rift? Or was she taking her role as an Evanuris so seriously that she believed no one - not even Solas - was above the law?

Yeah ok, I could be reading too much into it, but I'm having fun.

And as I posted yesterday, I’m currently fixated with this Solas dialogue: 

“I have joined my share of causes. But when I offered lessons learned in the Fade, I was derided by my enemies… and sometimes by my allies. Liar. Fool. Madman. There are endless ways to say someone isn’t worth listening to. Over time, it grinds away at you.”

How many betrayals did Solas endure from those closest to him? 

Final Thoughts 

Thematically, the idea of them being lovers could work.

We’re told she was quite the beauty: 

“She was very beautiful - with hair of snowy white - and as graceful as a gazelle.” 

And let’s not forget that Solas is an artist (I’m never letting go of the fact that he paints, composes music, and plays multiple instruments - he is sensualllll). It’s logical that he’d be drawn to her creativity and beauty. Wisdom alone would naturally be drawn to her creativity. 

And as a creator, Ghilan’nain is also an artist, she brought life into existence. Solas might have been captivated by her ability to shape and redefine the world. Her creativity and artistry could have inspired him, while his wisdom and philosophical insights might have deeply resonated with her. Such collaboration could easily have blossomed into something more intimate. 

This is why I’m dying to know more about Solas’s life during this time. We don’t even know half of what he was part of or what he endured. Could you imagine his absolute horror at seeing Ghilan’nain’s shape twisted by the Blight, her descent into madness, and the cruelty she unleashed - all while knowing he couldn’t stop it?

It might all be a stretch, but it’s such deliciously tragic food for thought. Not only did Solas lose Mythal, but Ghilan’nain too.

And when he says to a romanced Inquisitor, “It’s been so long since I could trust someone,” well, no shit.

Well, it's settled - this is officially part of my headcanon now.  

[virtueofsanityx]

"no toys either." he affirms the words between little grunts and moans, body still reacting to that delicious burn by pushing back against those fingers, needy and desperate for more. "i finger myself, usually." he decides to add it last minute, in a wild impulse of words, to lay himself bare to dmitri. he's already on his hands and knees for the man, aching and leaking and desperate, no reason to feel embarrassment about something as simple as his habits when he's alone.

dmitri knew how to play him like a perfectly tuned instrument, reggie's body reacting to those fingers dancing figure eights over sensitive places inside of him, face disappearing against the blankets under him to try and stiffle the loud, desperate whine as his cock twitched and throbbed under him, desperate to be touched. fingers curled at his sides, knuckles going white with the effort of keeping them there and not reaching under himself to grab and pump his cock while his best friend's expert fingers unraveled him.

the feeling of fingers leaving him made him whimper, a desperate sound of want as he pushed his ass backwards against nothing, feeling himself looking for something to clench around, and the sound of the sharp click of the top on that bottle of lube gave him a pretty good idea at what it would be grasping at next. his hips rolled forward a little, offering a second of relief against his own aching cock, and then felt strong, firm hands against his cheeks, pulling him wide for the man over him.

and like the good little bitch he was clearly becoming, his own hands reached up to hold himself open when he felt dmitri's move away from them, nothing but whimpers and moans and desperate whines.

"You know how long I've waited to have you like this?"

reggie wants to know, he wants to ask, but his voice is a choked groan, a mix of the pain and pleasure that shoots through his body as dmitri slowly, agonizingly, slips his thick cock in inch by painful inch. the burn of it is enough to force reggie's eyes closed, watering up behind closed lids, teeth biting so hard on his lip that he tastes that salty metallic tang of blood on his tongue and quickly licks it away. his body is adjusting slowly, but he knows the limits of self control can only stretch so far.

dmitri's speaking again, but reggie is halfway focused on only breathing as his body lights up with fire, pain mixing with that pleasured, honeyed heat of lust and making it feel so damn good. the words barely make sense at all, anyway. they've agreed, haven't they? that this is all, that tonight is their night to be foolish, hindbrained animals and get out all of this overbearing lust and tension, that their friendship is far more important than how amazingly their bodies react to one another?

but before that thought can even be truly coherent, dmitri's fingers are curling under his jaw, and he's looking up at the beast of a man who's buried inside of him, who is his best friend, who he's pretty sure he fell for so long ago that he couldn't even pinpoint a time if he wants to, and the demand falling from his lips doesn't sound like one that he'd be making if this, if tonight, is all they have.

a shaking, shuddering breath slips out of him, but it chokes out as dmitri slams into his wanting, willing body, his own neglected cock beneath him rubbing across those silk sheets again making strangled, desperate cries fly from his lips. "i--" he isn't sure words are even possible now, but that threat, the promise, 'say it or i'll fucking make you' hangs heavy between them, and reggie knows dmitri means it.

"belong to you, dmitri. sir. belong to only you." it's a garbled, broken string of words that he isn't sure make any sense at all, and he can only hope it sounds coherent enough to get the point across. hands fall with a thud under him, gripping desperately as thrust after punishing thrust opens him wider, molds his body to be the perfect fit for dmitri's thick, wanting cock.

"may-- may i--" desperate, needy, and high, his voice doesn't sound like his own anymore, just the raspy, horny little bitch he's become for dmitri. fingers flexing against the sheets, barely holding back. "may i please touch myself, i need-- i need it. please." wrecked, broken pleas of desperation. dmitri wants him wanting and needy, and that mission is completely accomplished.

The thought of leaving Reggie squirming, humping the bed just to get off was almost too tempting for Dmitri to resist, the image crackling in his mind with sinful clarity. Half the mind to walk away, to make him beg for it, considering all that fucking teasing------ and, goddamn, who knew Reggie could be a tease? The realization was intoxicating, seeping into his brain like a drug, thick and heady. But no, Reggie was gonna get exactly what he had coming. Dmitri knew it, and Reggie knew it too... fingers alone weren't going to stretch him enough for what he truly needed. What Dmitri needed. And Dmitri was certain Reggie needed it too. That blissful, aching burn. To be taken and wrecked by a man who could break him down inch by inch and was holding back only to savor the process.

"Hm... no toys either, huh?" Dmitri's roughly masculine baritone hummed with curiosity, his mind stashing away every shred of private filth about his friend, and this was just another delicious piece to add to the hoard. Toys would've helped, sure, but Dmitri wasn’t the type to keep those around for just anyone. Nonetheless, he longed to know how Reggie got by in his private time, needed to picture it: Reggie, alone and needy, playing with himself, craving to be filled too much. Fuck, the image alone made his cock throb painfully, and now he had a pretty good idea of his boy's habits. Reggie most likely had to encounter the right partner to drag the slut out of him, to crack him wide open. And Dmitri? He couldn't stomach the thought of someone else taking that role.

If Reggie didn’t pose such a massive threat to his emotions, if Dmitri didn’t care for him in ways that went beyond lust, fuck... Reggie would’ve already been his insatiable little pet. His pretty, needy thing. That fit body and beautiful ass would’ve had Dmitri addicted months, years ago, consumed by the way it felt under him, the way it gave.

Hell, maybe he was already hooked. The addiction seeping in, hard and fast, uncontrollable.

And then he heard it again. That fucking ‘sir.’

The word licked up his spine, all sweet and wrecked, dragging a dark smirk to Dmitri's lips as a low, approving rumble escaped his chest. And watching Reggie arch his hips back, offering himself so prettily? Goddamn, it was art. ...And for that, Dmitri offered a reward------- fingers fluttering slow, delicate patterns against a spot he already knew was sensitive, hyper-focused on every twitch, every sweet gasp. Every inch of Reggie's body responding like a dream under his touch.

"Yeah, yeah..." Dmitri's voice was a corrupted promise, thick with a cruel edge that never quite reached full brutality. No, he knew (or only thought he knew) Reggie's limits too well. His teasing was careful, calibrated. "You say that shit, but you gotta show me, princess."

And then came the payoff, fingers slipping free from that puffy, puckered hole, leaving it swollen, wet, and clenching around nothing. Tempting. So fucking tempting. Nonetheless, he took his time, pooling a thick smear of lube into his palm, then over his own aching length, every brush against his cock making his breath catch just slightly. His voice crawled through the intense room in a husky whisper, "Fuck, look at you..."

He leaned in fully, weight pressing down as both hands took their place, cupping those pert, supple cheeks, spreading them wide to watch the way Reggie's hole fluttered, twitching around air like it had already been ruined and needed more. And, fuck, Dmitri was more than happy to deliver. A hand shifted, gripping himself, dragging the thick, leaking head of his cock against that sensitive, blushing ring. Teasing. Just a brush. Just enough to drive them both to the brink of insanity, again and again.

"You know how long I've waited to have you like this?"

The words were barely a growl, grated out as he shifted, powerful hips pressing forward with agonizing slowness. His other hand curled around Reggie's hip, forcing him up higher, face pressed into the bedding, ass presented like a captivating gift. A perfect little bitch in heat. And, fuck, that was exactly what Dmitri wanted him to be------- whimpering and whining for it, knowing who fucking owned this snug and sloppy, wanting hole.

The overstretch was searing, almost torturous in the best fucking way. Dmitri's breath faltered, a rough, broken sound in his throat as inch after solid inch slid in, that intense heat strangling him in a vice grip.

Too much. Too good. Too fucking tight.

He forced himself deeper, letting his heavy chest drop into Reggie's back, sinking all the way until his cock was fully sheathed, pulsing, surrounded by sticky wet heat. When it was time for him to try pulling back, he only found Reggie clenching down too hard, making withdrawal impossible.

"Shit------ fuck, it really has been a while for you." The words came rasped, tinged with wicked pleasure as Dmitri bottomed out again with an aggressive snap of his hips. Watching, making Reggie take it. Watching him break open, so good for him. "Good. ...Don't think I'm gonna share this shit. You're goddamn perfect for me."

A firm, demanding hand slid up, capturing Reggie's jaw, guiding his head just enough to the side that their gazes met in a haze of flickering candlelight. And in that glow? Dmitri's expression wasn't his own, too twisted with hunger. Heat licked deep in his stomach, seeping lower to ignite along his muscled thighs, pleasure swelling so vigorously through his head it was a miracle he could string together a single coherent thought.

"You know you belong to me now. Say it, Reg, or I'll fuckin' make you."

And then, with a sharp, punishing thrust, the dominance he'd been holding back fully unraveled------- hips snapping, the slap of flesh echoing loud and mean as Reggie's ass bounced, that pink sloppy hole giving into Dmitri's heavy cock all too easily.

But it wasn't just about the role he preferred taking up most. Wasn't just about the game of possession.

It was the truth... one Dmitri couldn't keep swallowing down.

[hplonesomeart]

Hey!! So turns out a video I made between a certain “well beloved but highly sensitive/emotionally reactive T.V” and an “orange haired inkling-turned-human” has managed to sweep my YouTube channel and accumulate 100k VIEWS!! THAT’S A LOT OF PEOPLE ACTUALLY?? My most widely viewed video EVER to exist in this moment in time?? AAAAA?? Not even mentioning the various comments and staggering increase in subs! It’s so much more then what I expected or even prepared for—might even be the most impactful thing to happen for me this year <3

…aside from graduating high school + the social connections I’ve been fortunate to make lol

BUT THE POINT IS I’d been closely monitoring the YouTube growth through the entirety of October. It’s make me smile like a dork, gawk in astonishment, dance frantically in my room from the energy boosts, and grow courage to stop being so selective/self-conscious with what I wish to share with the world! It’s kept my ambitions going!

I needed to find some way to celebrate the occasion and express my thanks—because I can’t NOT acknowledge this milestone jksjskp. Typically I try to avoid getting tunnel visioned focusing on the metrics/numbers. Mr. Puzzles had already demonstrated how much those things can mess with the minds of creatives. Caring too much about chasing views or placing your artistic value in attention seeking gets damaging. But at same time…it’s hard to deny the sense of pride the 100k achievement has filled me with. I understand that reaching 100k views doesn’t immediately make me any “better” or “worse” then I was before. I’m still just me! It only helps me feel seen by others—and that’s all I really needed. To hear some nice words & receive reminders that my ideas are cared about. So thank you SMG4 fandom for that, seriously thank you.

Please accept this Mr. Puzzle drawing as a way of sharing the happiness around. He’s so entertaining. Love him for simply existing. So glad we can all collectively be super attached to him (and the rest of the SMG4 cast of course). Can’t wait to see more incredible artworks from the fandom :)

Just incase anyone is confused by my vague description over which “animated video” I’m referring to here—hopefully this photo will help clarify lol. It’s this one!! Sorry about not outright stating the title at the start, I got carried away with writing!!

I’ve been in an odd place mentally when thinking about it. Wondering to myself if any of the attention is deserved considering it’s not even fully colored and could be dismissed as “low effort” content (despite taking several days making it). It’s easy to get into a trap of comparing yourself to others and questioning how much of the videos success is based on your skills, sheer algorithm luck, or only because you used popular characters and catered to a specific fandom. And then judging yourself by looking at other peoples videos. I’ve seen several artists post higher quality works then my own but it somehow gets less views. So why did mine succeed when others (who should have gotten just as much attention if not more) didn’t? Sometimes you feel like you’ve unfairly robbed them of that chance to be seen. However I’ve realized that I can’t ever expect views to be consistent—and comparing is pointless. So why worry about it or feel inadequate? I mean it’s pretty common for funny cat videos to go viral, so who am I to question the system lol. “Popular” YouTube videos can range from a passion project which took 7+ artists…to a clip of Toad singing Chandelier or a nonsensical Vine sketch. Anything can happen when it’s the internet! And just-so-happened my video was chosen. I should stay glad about that and get rid of all the overanalyzing. So that’s what I’ve chosen to do :)

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[sydmarch]

no interest in any of my hobbies next to no concerts going on all summer feeling abandoned by the majority of the few irls I still have no idea where to meet new people to replace them now that I'm not part of the highly social hard partying sales culture I spent basically all of my post college life in anymore literally what reason is there to keep trying